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Welcome Back- A Tribute to Cynthia Lennon

“Cyn! Snap out of it!” Cynthia blinked rapidly. “Sorry, Maureen. Just drifted off a bit.” “Hey, leave the dreaming to me! I still have a drop of youth in me.” Cynthia laughed as Maureen linked arms with her. “Yes, I’m old. You don’t need to remind me every day, though. You gonna go to Richie’s?” “No,” she sighed. “He’s still not here. Can I tag along with you to John’s?” “Course you can. I forgot my glasses, so I need a guide anyway.” The two women talked and laughed as they made their way through the streets of Liverpool. It seem

Cynthia Lennon Tribute

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Always Remembered

Up in heaven, John was knee high in gifts left at the Imagine memorial, and that was just from last year. George and Stu had their share of offerings (Brian just started getting them after his statue went up in Liverpool, but better late than never right?) but it seemed like the rhythm guitarist was always greeted with an avalanche of jaffa cakes and cornflakes every year on December 8th. "I know my death was pretty famous and all and I was considered the most popular Beatle until everyone starting listening to Ringo's albums but I didn't think I'd still be getting so many gifts after forty two years." At first it was mostly cards of people telling him how much his songs meant to them, he didn't expect anything more than a bunch of boomers or his extended family but it seemed fans the same age as the Beatlemaniacs from back in the day are popping up all over the globe. They've known more about John than he ever knew about himself, some were even researching his ancestors to see if

John

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Get Back Day

Paul wasn't excited about turning 80, it's not that he was tired of birthday parties or had too many sweatervests for presents, it's just he's tired of being reminded that ringos two years older and yet looks forty times younger. "There's no way he's that good looking on broccoli alone! I bet he's found the fountain of youth, or at least uses a lot of hair dye." The bassist thought. "Where is he anyways? He said he's got a surprise for us both." Now that they were both fully vaccinated, boosted and still wearing their masks for good measure, Ringo was allowed to travel to any city Paul was touring at at the moment. The drummer always had something new to give his best mate, whether it be the bass that shoots confetti, his homemade Rupert Bear plushie or that mile long sheet cake he baked for the entire band. Paul would have eaten it all himself if it wasn't half burnt and loaded with way too much buttercream. "Since I'm now a whole eight decades old he said I'll need something super

Paul

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The Earthy Beatle

"What a weekend eh George? For the author it was the last day of Ramadan and the start of Eid Al Fitr while for us we got to go green on 4/20!" John cheered, he smoked so much he ended up high for two days straight. "Whewie, got any more munchies? I'm really craving some hot and sour soup right now." "You just had an entire pot full of it! Though funny you should mention going green, because you know what today is, right?" George grunted, however he couldn't stay mad at his longtime friend for long, he didn't know if it was because of all the pot brownies or if John had some sort of charming powers. "Maybe you and Paul got mixed up in Powered." "About time that fic got updated! Oh wait, no one on Wattpad or DA will know what we're talking about, well basically-" As John was detailing the plot of a fanfic where the boys get super-powered and fight crime alongside other bands, George sighed and went out into the garden where Olivia was waiting. "John's breaking the fourth wall again

George

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Ringo and Becky

"You know...you're gorgeous," he said to Becky. He noticed that her eyes were twinkling as he said this. She smiled softly, then let her twinkling eyes fall to the ground. "Richard, you-" "Ah ah," he said, shaking his head. "It's Ringo now, not Richard. But, go on." She looked back up at him for a moment then let out a chuckle. Her eyes fell back to the floor. "I'll never get used to that...Ringo." A pause lingered in the air, possibly for the effect of what she was about to say. "You're...you're really great, very sweet. I just want you to know that I love you." Becky didn't waste a second letting Ringo know how she felt. Though she did not

Ringo

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Johnoween

"Ugh, John don't you think we're too old to dress up every year for Halloween?" Paul grumbled. "I mean this is like, what, the third year in a row where we ended up in a oneshot where we get ready to go trick or treating." "Hey I'm just glad I don't have to go as a vampire again this year." George remarked, this year he decided to go as an undead racecar driver. "I dunno what the two Rs on my outfit stand for, the store said this was something from the future. I'll just assume it means Rushing Rusher or something, I can't imagine what else it would mean." "Or maybe Racing Rocket, I think this cool pizza delivery boy outfit fits me well." Ringo replied. He was skating over on a red skateboard and fell off immediately. "Man, skateboarding is nothing like driving. Just call me Peppercorn Ringo! Ironic since I can't digest anything that greasy, have you decided what you'll dress as, Paul?" The bassist just grumbled, he was in no mood to do something so childish. At least it was to him

The Beatles

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Slash

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OC Drawings

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Johnoween by Ringo-Starrmadon, literature

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Johnoween

Red Or Green Light? by Ringo-Starrmadon, literature

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Red Or Green Light?

"EPPY YOU JUST RAN A RED LIGHT!!" Paul screamed, rushing out of the car as quickly as he could. Ringo followed closely behind, his face green and his mouth covered up. George had passed out during the ride and had to be carried out by John, somehow not as nauseated as the rest. Possibly because he's just as bad a driver. "Hey! I don't go through stoplights like Eppy here! And I can parallel park, that's when you bash the car in front and behind to make more room, right?" He was answered by everyone staring at him. "It's not that? I got a feeling that driving instructor only gave me a license because I was a famous Beatle. How did Eppy ever pass?" The Beatles' manager stumbled out the front door, falling right onto the auburn haired man. "I can't remember actually, I wouldn't be recognized off the streets until the late 2010s when I became a gay icon in the Beatles fandom. Although I do wish there was a way to tell if something's red or green. It can make driving in the city quite a

Art School by Ringo-Starrmadon, literature

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Art School

"Stuart Sutcliffe's Art Institute of Heaven? You really want to be an art teacher?" John asked, looking over at the building that just went up. "Heaven's construction workers never cease to amaze me. Wish it worked like this in real life too, but really, you want to be a square teacher?" "John? I'm hardly what you'd call a square! I might not have been a good bassist and didn't buy into the whole teddy boy stuff like you guys did back in the day but that doesn't mean I was that boring guy you saw in Backbeat. Ironically that was the author's introduction to pre Beatles history, that and Nowhere Boy. But really, I think this is a great idea, since no one else thought to have an art school up here." "Yeah yeah, but do you even have a license to teach? There's a reason I haven't been able to teach guitar at the local school without Cyn by my side. And I doubt Astrid being a photographer means she can let you into the school business. Neither of us did all that well in school in the

Chapter Eleven: Nightmare In Question by Ringo-Starrmadon, literature

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Chapter Eleven: Nightmare In Question

"Who's there?" Ringo asked, his deep voice echoing through the dark hallway he was standing in. "Oh Starkey, don't play dumb. I believe you know who we are..." It took a hot minute for Ringo to realize who the two people talking were. But when he knew, his heart dropped. It was the scientists. And from the time in their annoying voices, they weren't happy with him. "What are you doing here?! You need to leave!" Dr. Tobias stepped out of the shadows, revealing that there was a deep hole in where his eye used to be, "Oh, we're here to throw you a tea party! You know, in honor of stabbing me and all!" "Would you like biscuits with your tea?" Dr. Himmel joined in as he stood next to his friend, his knees bandaged. Ringo rolled his eyes, "Are you going to put poison in my little tea cup?" Patrick smirked and pulled out an oversized needle glowing with green liquid, "No, we're putting SCIENCE inside!" Ringo's eyes got big as he started run away from the pair. But as he running he

Chapter Ten: Hospitalized by Ringo-Starrmadon, literature

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Chapter Ten: Hospitalized

The boys were so exhausted from the long night that they didn't stop to think about how their manager, Brian Epstein would react to seeing his boys in such a state. Would he still recognize them? Or would he try to get the three mutated Beatles locked behind bars? The only way to find out was to observe him as he made his way to the hotel room the Beatles were all staying at. Although he was their manager, he was more of a father figure to the band if anything. Especially John who never really had a dad. It was surprisingly quiet when he was just steps away from the door, usually the boys would be up and about making a racket that would wake the entire floor. "They must have had a long night at the party, I sure hope they aren't too tired for sightseeing today." With a knock at the door, Ringo shot up in an instant. "Ah! Hide guys!!" He panicked, his wound hardened into a scab by this point. However he was still in no shape to to be seen no matter how human he looked. "Let me answer

Chapter Nine: Brotherly Cuddles by Ringo-Starrmadon, literature

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Chapter Nine: Brotherly Cuddles

During the night, Ringo suffered. He coughed, his wound ached, and he couldn't help but cough sometimes. He tried his best to hide it from his clearly worried brothers. But eventually, he couldn't hide it anymore. He moaned and cried in pain as the stars in the cold night sky shined over the hotel building. Paul was watching over Starr like a hawk. It broke his heart to see those big fat tears that came from his poor bandmate. Ringo has been taking care of him this while time, so why not return the favor? George, who was slowly beginning to regain his humanity, sat with Ringo the whole time. He still didn't speak, but his eyes seemed to scream with concern anytime the weak drummer coughed or moaned. John felt like the biggest piece of garbage on the planet. He hurt Ringo. He nearly killed him for crying out loud! And all the poor blue eyed man tried to help him. What a friend Lenny is, huh? ---------------------------------------------------------------- At around midnight, Starr

Chapter Eight: Save Ringo by Ringo-Starrmadon, literature

Chapter Six: Ringo to the Rescue by Ringo-Starrmadon, literature

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Chapter Six: Ringo to the Rescue

Meanwhile back at the old diner, John the walrus remained in his glass chamber, not moving a muscle, not even a little nose twitch. It took around four needles full of sedatives to put him to sleep for a couple hours, but just enough time for the two mad scientists to come up with a trap for their escapees. "It won't be easy to lure them back here, especially as we don't know how far off they went. McCartney especially as he can fly, must have been a result of his immune system reacting differently." Dr. Himmel remarked, keeping a close eye on their prisoner. "But his younger friend, I know the perfect trap for him." Smirking, a large bowlful of fries was set out on the balcony. "That little glutton was a sucker for the fries here. Just the scent of these will send him in a frenzy!" "Um, are you will he'll be able to smell them from miles away?" "Along with the newfound jaw on his stomach, his sense of smell increased tenfold. He could smell a tiny drop of chocolate syrup as far as

Chapter Five: Baby Steps by Ringo-Starrmadon, literature

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Chapter Five: Baby Steps

"Let's go inside the hotel, huh?" Ringo got down from Paul's large, clawed hands. The younger Beatle agreed, slowly remembering his old friend. As they were walking inside their hotel room, the drummer smiled softly. He was more than happy that the bassist wasn't trying to hurt him anymore, but he felt sorry for Paul since he seemed so confused. He was like a baby, really! When they were in the hotel room, Ringo closed the door as Paul looked around. One part of him did somewhat remember this place. But another part of him had no idea where he is! Ringo saw the puzzled look on Macca's face. He looked at him for a few seconds with complete pity in his blue eyes. He was certain that in Paul's heart that a part did remember, but it was a very small part of him. Starr felt terrible that his poor little brother had to relearn everything. But, it was better than thinking that Macca didn't remember at all! "Do you remember this place? Anything at all?" Ringo wore a sympathetic smile for

Chapter Four: Discovery by Ringo-Starrmadon, literature

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Chapter Four: Discovery

It was already a long walk from the diner back to the hotel, but with the state Ringo was in right now it felt like an eternity. He couldn't believe all that happened to his three younger brothers. "To think this was supposed to be just a party." He didn't know how he was going to explain it all to their manager, Brian. Let alone how he could tell their families, the very thought changed his guilt into fury. He wanted to strangle their hosts for what they had done to his family. "Grr, I couldn't even get a good look at Paul before he flew off. I just hope he's not too far gone, even if he's now a beast like the rest I just want to see him one last time.." As soon as he approached the front door, a loud, batlike screech rang in his ears. "Ah! That has to be the biggest bat I've ever heard.. Wait, I think I know who it is.." Crashing out the window, a large, blue scaled bat landed in front of the fallen Beatle. Eight arms, tipped with black claws at the fingers grabbed him.

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