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ineffablywriting · 1 year

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to love someone

Summary: an angsty one shot of one too many broken promises that leads to a broken heart or two

Word count: 2.8K

Warnings: angst, angst and more angst

Harry grinned to himself as he stepped out of the recording booth.

“That’s the one,” he told Jeff, his heart racing with adrenaline at the prospect of a finished album. “I swear, this one’s the Grammy winner, Jeff,” he sighed, collapsing onto the sofa beside his manager.

He’d rung Jeff and got his team together a couple hours ago when he’d been unable to get a melody out of his mind. He’d quickly scribbled together some lyrics on a scrap piece of paper he’d found lying around his apartment and rushed to the studio he had on retainer and worked nonstop for the last three hours getting the song together. And it was perfect - not to toot his own horn.

“You just might be right on that one, H,” Jeff’s smile was almost as wide as Harry’s as they congratulated each other. “We need to celebrate properly,” he pulled out his phone and started to text people. “I’m thinking a party to commemorate the day our very own Harry Styles finished his second album.”

“An award winning album,” Harry joked, closing his eyes and lounging back in his seat with his hands behind his head.

It felt like a weight had lifted off his chest. He’d been stuck in the worst sort of writer's block for the last couple of weeks, unable to even step foot inside a studio or pick up a pen. It had made him almost unbearable to be around. But now it was done and Harry could breathe again.

He let a small smile perk up his lips as basked in the peacefulness that only a completed song - a perfect song - could bring him.

He doesn’t know how long he stayed like that before the doors opened again. He sat up, a smile still fixed firmly on his face, expecting Jeff to walk through the doors. When he saw Nick’s gangly figure walking in instead his smile grew even bigger.

“Grimmy, I did it!” he called out, standing up to give him a hug.

“Finally finished the album, huh?” he lifted a fond brow, giving Harry an equally fierce and excited hug.

“Yup,” he puffed out his chest proudly.

“Congrats, Haz,” Nick patted him on the shoulder, glancing around the room searching for someone.

“Jeff’s in another room organising a party,” Harry explained, letting himself fall back into the lounge.

But Nick shook his head. “I’m looking for your better half,” he turned back to Harry curiously. “I thought for sure she’d be here with you, being disgustingly cute as always,” he joked.

Harry’s face fell instantly. “Fuck.”

“What?” Nick frowned at him, watching the colour drain from Harry’s face.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he cursed, scrambling around and looking for his phone. He’d switched it off and thrown it to the side as soon as he’d entered the studio not wanting to get distracted by anything. “I fucked up,” he looked up at Nick in a panic while his phone rebooted. “What time is it?”

“What did you do?” Nick asked, the smile dropping from his own lips as he looked down at his watch and answered. “Just after 10pm.”

“Can you please call her for me?” he asked, getting frustrated at how long it was taking for his phone to switch back on.

“Call her? Isn’t she here with you?”

“I wouldn’t be so fucking stressed if she was, would I?” he glared at Nick, finally able to unlock his phone and open up y/n’s contact information and hit call.

“You didn’t pick her up?” Nick asked, disapproval rich in his voice.

“I forgot!” Harry pulled the phone away from her ear and redialled her number again. “She’s not answering,” he frowned worriedly.

“You forgot.” Nick stated, unsure what else to say. “How could you forget?”

“I don’t know! I was so focused on finishing this album. I haven’t been able to write anything for weeks, you know this. It was only going to be a quick stop and then I was gonna leave and head straight to the hospital. Fuck. She’s still not picking up,” he looked at his phone worriedly, scrolling through all the missed texts he hadn't read and all the calls that had gone straight to voicemail because he’d had his phone off. “What do I do?”

Nick didn’t know what to say. He felt for his friend but he also knew that he deserved to feel this bad for leaving y/n waiting for him so long in the dark.

“Can you call her?” Harry asked him, his green eyes wide with worry. “She might answer you,” he pleaded and Nick didn’t have it in him to deny the request. Besides, he was just as worried for her at that moment. The hospital she worked at wasn’t exactly in the safest part of town and y/n always hated finishing after dark.

She answered him after a few rings and he let out a relieved breath until he heard her hiccup on the other end of the line. “Babe?” he asked quietly, voice soft over the phone. “You ok?”

“N-no,” she told him, honestly. “Not really.”

Nick took a step away from Harry when he reached for the phone, trying to take it off him and speak to his girl. He’d obviously heard her voice on the other end of the line and hadn’t liked what he’d listened in on. He followed Nick. “Gimme the phone, Grimmy,” he hissed, once again trying to reach for the mobile device. His worry was growing with every second he spent not in contact with y/n.

Piss off, Nick mouthed at Harry and moved further away.

But Harry continued to follow. How could he not? He could clearly hear his girl crying on the phone and he knew it was all his fault.

“Hey, love,” Nick said to her softly, rolling his eyes at Harry. “Harold wants to talk to you.”

“No,” he voice was firm this time, losing the hiccups and stuttering but not the sadness. “I don’t want to talk to him right now. I don’t think I’ll want to talk to him for a long time.”

“Y/n…,” Nick began, turning away from Harry when he saw his friend flinch and lowered his voice as he once again tried to move away. This time Harry kept his distance. “You don’t mean that.”

“I do,” she said firmly. “I mean it very much.”

“Y/n, are you drunk?” Nick asked suddenly as she hiccuped again, this time a slight slur to her words.

“Nooooo,” she extended the word and that was all the confirmation he needed.

“Y/n, where are you?” He asked suddenly, hoping she’d say she was at home in the apartment she and Harry shared.

“Dunno,” she said instead, no real worry in her words.

“What do you mean, you don’t know?” Nick asked her a little more urgently, glancing over at Harry. He was frowning, his chest rising and falling in quick breaths the way it always did when he was worried or stressed.

“Give me the phone, Nick,” Harry spoke through his teeth, holding out a hand for the phone.

Wait, Nick mouthed at Harry knowing if he handed over the phone now, y/n would just hang up.

“Y/n,” he spoke gently down the phone, slowing his words into a soothing drawl. “You need to tell me where you are and who you’re with so I can come and get you, yeah?”

“No,” she said stubbornly, and now that Nick was listening carefully, he could hear cars driving by in the background and imagined she was stumbling around outside, drunk and alone. He knew Harry was thinking the same as his fists were curled up beside him and his cheeks had turned pink. He was angry now, but his eyes gave away his worry. “I don’t wanna go home. I don’t wanna see Ha-him.”

“Aww, come on, love. Don’t be like that,” Nick soothed, while Harry flinched back at y/n’s tone. She hadn’t even been able to say his name. “He got distracted finishing his album, he didn’t mean anything by it. I'm sure it won’t happen again.”

“‘At’s what he said last time,” she said, this time her voice soft and filled with hurt. “Last time and the time before and the time before that. He always forgets everything.”

“I’m sure that’s not true,” Nick replied, doubtfully looking over at Harry.

“It is true. Ask him. He’s there with you listening to everything. Ask him where he was on our second anniversary and his birthday dinner last year that I begged to take time off work for. Ask him where he was when I graduated and what he was doing when I asked him to come to my work’s Christmas party last year. He’s always late or doesn’t show up at all. I waited for him for an hour today before I gave up and Kiera invited me out for drinks,” she paused and took a deep breath, letting out a scoff before she spoke again. “I bet he doesn’t even know who that is. You know he never asks me about my day unless I ask him about his first. He doesn’t ask me anything about who I spent my time with or what I did that day. All he talks about is the song he wrote and how good or bad it was, about how Mitch and Sarah did something so talented I missed out on a magical moment, about how he’s going on tour soon and didn’t even ask me if I could come with him.”

“Harry?” Nick quizzed, looking over at his friend. “Tell me she’s exaggerating.”

But Harry shook his head. He hadn’t realised how far down his list of priorities y/n had fallen until he’d heard her drunk, broken voice over the phone. He’d stood her up on their anniversary that year, having had a long day of meetings with his management, he’d gone straight home and fallen asleep in his suit. He’d woken up to y/n walking into their bedroom, heels in her hands and a small, sad smile on her face. She’d stroked his head and asked him if he’d had a long day and he’d nodded, told her she looked nice and how he hoped she’d had a good time at whatever event she’d been at. Y/n’s smile had tightened and she’d just urged him to go back to sleep and get some rest. He hadn’t even realised it had been their anniversary until a few days later when Gemma had asked him what he’d gotten her.

He’d seen in her eyes how hurt she’d been when he’d finally given her a present, but it had been too late. He’d known it then and swore he’d never mess up so badly again.

But he had.

Over and over again.

She was right. He’d missed almost every single milestone in her life and she’d never missed a single one of his.

He’d been taking her for granted for so long, he’d just assumed she’d leave her job behind and come on tour with him indefinitely, even though he knew how hard she’d worked to get to where she was. He was so proud of her, and he didn’t think she even knew that, because she was right.

He’d shown up late to her graduation, hadn’t met any of her colleagues or attended any of her work events, even after she’d asked him over and over again - he’d always promised her next time, but next time never came and eventually she’d stopped asking. He didn’t even remember the last time he’d asked her about her life.

“Fuck,” he cursed, running his hands through his hair in distress. He was worried and guilty and all he wanted was for y/n to be next to him, her cute little smile on her face as they cuddled so closely they may as well have been glued together.

He grabbed the phone from Nick’s hands before he could move it away again, holding it close to his ear and dancing away from his friend as he spoke down the line. “I’m so, so sorry, Sweets,” he said gently. “I’ll make it up to you, I swear.” He prayed she believed him.

There was no response on the other end of the line, just some heavy breathing and in his mind’s eye, Harry could just see his girl taking deep breaths to try and keep herself from crying, to try and keep herself calm. It was something she’d done from the very first time they’d had a fight and he’d seen her cry. He’d hated seeing it then and he hated hearing it even more now. Especially when he heard her sniffle quietly, as though she’d moved the phone away to try and hide her tears from him.

“Please don’t cry,” he begged her anyway when still no reply had come through, but Harry was hopeful that she hadn’t hung up the phone yet like she’d promised she would. “I hate it when you cry.” He didn’t mention how much worse it was when he was the reason she cried this way.

“I don’t want to talk to you right now, Ha-Harry,” she sighed. “Give the phone ba-back to Grimmy.”

“No,” he said firmly, clenching his teeth and pacing back and forth while his other hand brushed through his hair trying to shake out some of the tension in his limbs. “No,” he repeated more gently this time. “Please, just tell me where you are so I can come and get you?” I just want to make sure you’re safe, he thought to himself.

“Don’t wanna see you. Why can’t you just leave me alone when I want you to? You haven’t been around for weeks and now you want to pretend to care?” she asked him harshly.

Harry squeezed his eyes shut as his shoulders hunched inwards. He’d had his heart broken before, but never had it felt so painful before; as though he’d never be able to put himself back together again. “I know I haven’t been the best boyfriend lately. I know I’ve been forgetful and neglected you. I know. But please, Sweets, can we just talk face to face? Please, just - just let Grimmy pick you up.”

Y/n was silent on the other end of the line for a couple of heartbeats before she let out a choked sob. “You forgot me,” she murmured. “You didn’t answer any of my phone calls or texts. You didn’t even - sometimes it feels like you don’t love me anymore,” she admitted. “Sometimes it feels like you’re only with me because it’s easier than breaking up.”

“That’s not - no. Y/n, no. You can’t believe that. You can’t think that. You know - you have to know that’s not true,” Harry implored, stopping his pacing in the middle of the room. He looked completely lost, as though just the idea of not having y/n around made him question his place in the world.

“Please give the phone to Grimmy, Harry,” y/n finally said. “I’ll tell him where I am. I - I think I want to stay with him tonight. Please don’t come over,” she said. “I really don’t want to talk anymore tonight. I have a headache and I’m tired.”

Harry took in and let out a shaky breath, handing the phone back over to Nick. “Here,” he said, walking back over to the couch dejectedly and falling into it. It was a big contrast to the way he’d collapsed into it earlier with all the joy of a completed album sitting like a crown on his head. Now his whole world was falling apart in front of him.

He thought of the rings he’d been looking at. He thought of all the times he’d walked past a jewellery store and itched to walk out with an engagement ring. He thought of all their friends who were having kids and how the only person he could see himself having a family with was y/n. And he thought about how everything was being snatched out from under him because he’d been so selfish the last couple of months. How he’d been growing more and more selfish over the last year of their relationship.

He had to fix this.

He didn’t know how, but he would fix this.

“I’m gonna go get her,” Nick spoke softly, tapping Harry on the shoulder. “You should get home and get some rest too,” he told him.

“I’m going to fix this,” Harry said to Nick, desperation thick in his words.

“I know you will, mate. I know you will,” Nick ruffled his hair fondly and walked out the room, leaving Harry sitting dejectedly on the couch.

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in1-nutshell · 2 months

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This is the second part of the past request for Elita One's twin sister reaction from Dinobots and Wreck-Gar.

Hope you enjoy!

Elita One's Twin sister reactions from Jazz and the Jettwins

SFW, Platonic, Hinted romance, Cybertronian (techno organic) reader

TFA

Set Pre-Sentinel and Elita reunion.

Buddy had come to visit Dinobot Island early in the morning before most of the team was up and ready.

She had promised Grimlock and the others to spend the day with them. After that they would watch the meteor shower.

There was less light pollution on the island, meaning the stars would be better to look at.

Bless the Dinobots, they really tried to stay up late, but one by one they ended up falling asleep before it was time to see them.

First, it was Slag.

Then, Swoop.

Finally, Grimlock.

Buddy petting Grimlock’s helm in the cave.

“You can sleep Grimmy. It’s okay.”--Buddy

Grimlock trying to suppress a yawn.

“Grimlock not tried… not tired…”--Grimlock

“Hey… its okay, you guys had a long day of sparring and training. You deserve the rest.”--Buddy

Grimlock huffing tiredly.

“But Buddy excited for stars and so far away…”--Grimlock

“I won’t go too far, I promise. As soon as it done, I’ll come straight back for our sleepover okay?”--Buddy

Grimlock response by snoring loudly.

Buddy chuckling softly before quietly leaving the cave.

Now Buddy was laying on her back looking at the twinkling lights.

Soon it would be time for the show to start.

She closed her optics feeling the gentle wind brushed against her frame.

This was nice.

Buddy peacefully enjoying the breeze.

The winds pick up a bit.

“Hmmm.”--Buddy

The winds start getting harsher as stray twigs start flying around.

Buddy opens her optics and sits up looking at the trees around her sway more and more.

“Carl from the weather station said it was going to be a light breeze.”--Buddy

The winds start picking up even more as her tree sways more and more.

“He didn’t say anything like Category 3 hurricane winds!”--Buddy

Then the fireball hit the tree knocking Buddy into the mud below.

Buddy groaned as the mud stuck onto her paintjob.

It was going to take forever to get all of this out of her joints, not to mention the sanitation treatments she was going to have to do before she could attend to anyone at base.

Buddy groaning as the mud clings to her.

A pair of white pedes appeared in front of her.

“Oh… Sorry about that. Here let me help you up.”

The strange white mech helps Buddy up on her pedes.

He wipes some of the mud from her optics.

Meanwhile with Megatron…

He is trying to read a data pad but something wrong tingles across his entire frame.

Back on Dinobot Island…

“Sorry again. My teammates tend to be a bit… rowdy when they come to new places. I’m Jazz by the way.”--Jazz

Buddy blinks taking in the appearance of the white mech.

“Well, no harm done in the end. It’s a bit of mud after all.”--Buddy

“Maybe we should find some sort of water to wash it off.”--Jazz

Buddy catching a glimpse of the Elite Guard badge.

“No! I mean—it’s not necessary right now.”--Buddy

“Why? That’s going to be hard to clean when it hardens.

“Nah, I’ll be fine. Anyways I’m here for the meteor shower.”--Buddy

“There’s going to be shower tonight?”--Jazz

“Ye—”--Buddy

CRASH!

Two bots suddenly crashed down a couple of feet away from the two making them jump.

The two bots got up and started bickering.

The orange bot created a fireball in one servo, while the other swirled the wind in his servos.

What in the name of Cybertron…

When did the Guard start recruiting Outliers?!

And why did they kind of sound like Blizwing’s kids if he had any.

Did he have kids?

That’s a question to ask another day.

“Jetfire! Jetstorm!”--Jazz

Both bots stop and look at Jazz.

“Those your teammates?”--Buddy

“Yeah. Hey, knock it off you two. She fell off a tree thanks to you two ruff housing.”--Jazz

The two quickly put out the wind and fore, stand up straight and stand in front of the two.

“We are very sorry for that!”--Jetstorm

“…It all right. Just a bit muddy, but it’s okay. I’ll clean up later.”--Buddy

“What is your name?”--Jetfire

“Umm…”--Buddy

Bright stars start flying across the sky.

“The shower is starting! Quick! I know a clearing we can go and see them!”--Buddy

Buddy grabs Jazz’s servo leading the others to the clearing.

Meanwhile at the Decepticon base…

Megatron is trying to sleep but something feels very off, and he feels upset for no reason.

The meteor shower had begun.

She instructed them to look up at the sky.

The four of them stared at the streaks that filled the night sky.

It was beautiful.

The twin loved seeing them and attempted to ‘race’ some of them as they streaked the sky.

Jazz and Buddy just sat down watching the twins and the sky.

They talked for a bit and before they knew it dawn was fast approaching.

“Welp, its time for me to start heading out.”--Buddy

“It was nice night. Thanks for letting us in on the shower.”--Jazz

“You’re welcome, Jazz.”--Buddy

The Jettwins landing down giving Buddy a big hug.

“Thank you for showing us this!”--Jetfire

“This was so awesome!”--Jetstorm

Buddy hugging back.

“I do have to ask, why were you guys on Dinobot Isalnd? Grimlock doesn’t like many bots.”--Buddy

“We actually came here to get a colleagues weapon they lost here.”--Jazz

“Really? What is that?”--Buddy

Jetstorm showing the familiar looking shield.

Buddy suppresses a gulp and smiles.

“Well, it was lovely to meet you three, I hope you guys make it back safe. I gotta go.”--Buddy

Buddy fast walks her way into the brush.

“Wait! I didn’t get your name—and she’s gone.”--Jazz

“You think we will see her again brother?”--Jetfire

“I hope so brother!”--Jetstorm

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christinagrimmie2016 · 11 months

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It has been 7 years since your passing and I still can’t believe it’s been that long it feels just like yesterday that I first found out about you and I still have the at most love for you and that will never change no matter how long it is and we will celebrate who you are every day and every year

#christina grimmie #christina victoria grimmie #christina grimmie squad #cgforever #team grimmie #teamgrimmie #tina grimmie #10 years of christina grimmie #youtube #Spotify

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grimmiearchive · 8 years

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16 February 2016

Christina Grimmie photographed for LVLTen Magazine Photographed on 9 December 2015 by Zeke Ruelas

#christina grimmie #2016 #team grimmie #christina victoria grimmie #photoshoot #lvlten #magazine #lvl ten

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coramatus · 2 months

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Submas-ification of sketchbook complete!

Source listings under cut:

Etsy:

FaestorianART - Train Team Up! Sticker Collection

SkygrovePress - SubMas Ingo & Emmet Reunion Sticker

JordyDraws - Ingo and Emmet Submas Holographic Sticker Sheet

SquishiesScribbles - Subway Twin Stickers

Stoopidog - Sneasler and Sneasler Sticker Set

StraySaints - DEEP BLACK DRAGON and VAST WHITE DRAGON Mirror Stickers

TheUrbanKitsune - Pokemon 3" Glossy and Holographic Stickers

CrazyNekoStudio - Powerful Protector Legendary & Mythical Pokemon Stickers

proserpiiart - Pokemon Stickers , Choice of 350+ Pocket Monsters!

LouieJordanArt - Pokémon Sinnoh/Hisui Region - Postage Stamp Style

TVTEETH - Legendary PokeDragons (small sticker)

Ko-fi Shops:

RainyFrog

Fukuro

Redbubble:

osc4r0reido - Submas Sticker

Anime-Grimmy - Submas - Ingo Sticker

Anime-Grimmy - Submas - Emmet Sticker

Corruptimles - Danger: Ultra Wormholes (caution) Sticker

Corruptimles - Emmet Crossing (caution) Sticker

fang-Tasmal - Chibi Submas Sticker

fang-Tasmal - Submas Neon Sticker

thesmithshow - Subway men Sticker

ExothermicEX - Subway Masters by XenonB Sticker

New-Spacee - Ingo Submas Sticker,NOBORI Sticker Sticker

adam4smil3sa - Submas Sticker

pomodoko - Oyasumimir (Subway Masters) Sticker

danny - - Submas Sticker

Extra shoutout to:

Mamath’s stickers

#pokemon #submas #other people’s art

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jewishbarbies · 5 months

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Listen, Adam Levine is a giant dick, but you know what he did when Christina Grimmie was killed after she was on The Voice? He immediately personally called her mom, and told her he would cover flight costs and the funeral. He wasn't there. It had nothing to do with him. But she'd been on his team.

Like, it ain't that hard.

THIS

#Asks #anonymoose #anti taylor swift #swifties dni

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fireflysummers · 2 years

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Sister’s gone to bed! Time to post art of her OC. >:3c

I meant to do this to help boost the preorders she was running for some Pokemon Legends: Arceus pins, but I got preoccupied with some other stuff...

Oh well.

Lani belongs to @cecilioque

Daki belongs to @anime-grimmy

Isla belongs to @faestorian

I believe all three of them do adorable PLA comics and you should def check them out!

Image ID:

A five panel comic featuring five characters, done in sepia tones.

The bandit, Coin, is a young woman with fair skin and dark hair styled into two prominent “spikes” symmetrically placed at the back of her head. She wears a rugged ensemble of vest, with cloth arm braces.

Idra is a young woman with fair skin and light hair that falls into her face, held back somewhat by a headband with a notch in the center. She wears a thick necklace and bracelets, and a sleeveless top and white shorts, held together with an obi.

Lani is a young woman with white hair and tan skin, cut short and wild. She wears a short sleeve, skin-tight black wet suit.

Isla is a young woman with fair skin and curly, light hair pulled back into neat coifs. She wears a nurse’s uniform, which entails a long sleeved pink kimono beneath a white apron with frilly sleeves.

Daki is a young woman with fair skin and light hair, pulled back in a half-bun. She wears the typical Galaxy Team uniform: red scarf, black skintight long sleeve shirt underneath a dark blue uniform that crosses over the right breast, pants and traditional shoes, held together with an obi. An emblem visibly decorates the left arm of the uniform.

Panel 1:

Coin holds Lani in a chokehold. She is looking at somebody off-camera, menacingly and loudly speaking. Lani in herarms is blinking awake, nonplussed by the current ado. An arrow points to Lani, indicating in text that she “was napping on the beach”

Coin: Surrender! I have captured your teammate!

Panel 2:

The panel reveals that Coin is speaking to Daki, Isla, and Irida. Irida, standing furthest to the right of the panel, is visibly agitated, clasping her hands to her chest. Daki stands with her arms folded non-aggressively, and Isla with her hands held in a relaxed position to her front. Both are watching Irida, while Irida looks off screen at Coin.

Irida: Wait! Please don’t hurt her!

Panel 3:

Coin continues to hold Lani in the choke hold, clearly combative and unmoved. Meanwhile, Lani seems completely unfazed by her current predicament. She brings her right hand up and yawns widely, as indicated by the accompanying SFX.

Coin: You’re in no position to make demands

Panel 4:

Daki, Isla, and Irida remain posed similarly to before; however, now all three have their attention on Coin.

Daki: Oh... uh... I don’t think she was talking to you.

Panel 5:

The first signs of unease have crept into Coin’s expression, her attention for the first time changing to her “captive.” Lani meanwhile has fully awakened, her face cast in shadows and one eye shining dangerously. A full tooth grin has spread across her face in an unnerving way.

Coin: Uh....

#pokemon #pokemon legends arceus #pokemon arceus #pla #irida #pokemon irida #pokemon coin #ceclioque #anime-grimmy #faestorian #my doodles #my art #my comics

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