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HAIIIII HAIIII KIKURAAAAA HAIIII look at u making ur own bandddd!!!
#csideyaoi#c-side#kikura#splatbands#HOLY FUCKKK#I HOPE THE BUTTERFLY FISH IS A GUY OH MY FUCKING HELL#I NEED THEM TO HAVE THE TWO DUDE TWO GIRL BAND DYNAMIC SO BAD THIS SUCKS IDCC#my headcanonnnnn!!!#the two on the left r trans idccv#jelly on the right is nb#this is a queer trans band dont careee
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I meant to have another pride pattern ready for pride month and I even gave myself like 2 months to work on it but I still haven’t even chosen a theme I like.
#ughhh#I have like 3 sketches for bi/pan pastries and NB rats and trans butterflies#but I don’t know what to draw#works been taking so much of my life right now#I want to do sea jellies / cnidarians because they’re my favourite animals right now but I don’t know how to draw those#unded rambles
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pyramids. - F.S
based on : pyramids by frank ocean.
pairing : farleigh start x nb!reader
warnings : drug usage. swearing. slight ooc farleigh. sexual references. kinda short but i’ll be making a part 2.
notes : oh i am SO BACK. 😛 also i love this movie sm.
you always knew you’d end up in college. just at least not at oxford. you always read about the school over the years and it seemed too prim and proper for your liking. a true bore of you will. so when you found yourself in the middle of the campus, hearing the commotion of the students around you, you thought to yourself. “what the fuck did i get myself into?”
your parents were well off, upper middle class even. so when you received a letter inviting you to attend oxford, your family forced you to apply and attend the university. you finally said your goodbyes and finally unpacked. the room had a slight chill and was a bit dreary, even further confirming your suspicions. this school was like purgatory.
the days turned weeks at oxford truly changed your perspective of the entire school. the party life was insane, that’s where you were right now. a party. the music blasted in your ears as the room reeked with the smell of alcohol, cigarettes and weed from here and there. you weren’t exactly sober yourself, having a few drinks you were given by an acquaintance you made over the few weeks.
you held the beer in your hand, walking and slightly pushing people in your way. “excuse me” you mumbled less than pleased at the sight of people completely ignoring your presence. you made one final shove before someone, a boy, swung his head around, cigarette in mouth and said. “are you fucking kidding me?” you weren’t looking where you were going, more so not even paying attention to your drink. when you looked up, the stranger in front of you had beer dripping from his back. “oh shit- man i’m sorry” you said slightly embarrassed, trying to use your jacket to pat the area dry.
“stop just- stop.” you picked up on the fact the stranger was american. it wasn’t foreign to see americans at oxford, you’ve just never actually heard their accents before. “i really am sorry. i wasn’t looking where i was going.” you said, still apologetic and remorseful, still a bit because of the alcohol in your system. “oh whatever it’ll dry- hey i’ve seen you around. you’re that super quiet kid in my literature class. i’m farleigh.” he said, raising his eyebrows in a cocky way and taking a cigarette from his pack. he leaned the pack towards you, offering you one, to which you reject. you want to at least try to live to see 50.
“suit yourself.” he says, looking down at your beer. “i could kill you for messing up my shirt..but i’ll let it slide this time. so, what’s your name mystery person?” he looks down at you. the boy was freakishly tall and now that you’re getting a good look at him. you do recognize his face from your literary class. “y/n.” you said, finishing off your beer. farleigh gave you a look that rocked your world, grabbing your hand and pulling you into the depths of the night.
from that moment, you and farleigh hit it off. he was a party animal, a wild child and it made your heart race. every moment with farleigh was an adventure. you soon realized farleigh was into hard drugs. what drugs you may ask? cocaine. but that just made the ride even wilder. although the friendship was platonic, you and farleigh always found yourselves entangled in dances only lovers would dream of. sneaking away from class to make out on his bed or even sneaking touches and glances, enough to make the strongest weak in the knees. farleigh was a passionate person, it made your body jelly and your blood run ice cold, but only in secret. to him, you were his secret sin.
one night , weeks after you and farleigh came together. he decides to open up to you. about his mother, his struggles and even his home, saltburn. you were curious about this place. so curious to the point farleigh had to silence you with a kiss. it was late at night and the campus was silent, only the sounds of the wind and trees in the background. “how about this..if you want to…only if you want.-“ he said, on the spur, in the heat of the moment;
“how about you visit saltburn for the summer?”
part 2 - monster.
#saltburn x reader#saltburn#farleigh start x reader#farleigh start#saltburn imagine#saltburn ff#farleigh catton#oliver x farleigh#farleigh saltburn#felix catton x reader#archie madekwe#saltburn smut#saltburn 2023
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Erin 👉👈 is there a song on your wrapped you associate with River? If so…could you write a lil river drabble?? If you wanna 🥺
I DON'T THINK YOU UNDERSTAND THE REACTION THIS GAVE ME, GIDEON! I HAD TO COMPOSE MYSELF FOR 15 MINUTES
FIC?? FOR MY OC?? MY LOVELY RIVER??? HAPPILY, MY LOVE!!!!
this takes place pre-frankie for obv reasons, but also because they strike me as the casual hookup/fling type. frankie was a surprise for them and they definitely didn't see things going in the direction that they went, and absolutely thought frankie would just be a fun hookup.
it's also my first try at x reader/2nd pov! pls be nice 🥺👉👈
gimme a number from 1-100 and i'll write a drabble based off that song in my spotify wrapped
pairing: river price (nb/afab)(they/them) x reader (gn)
62. White Hot – Loathe
a sense my body finds
feelings and thoughts align
enough to find
a sense, our bodies' crime
colors swirl
tonight, i walk in rhythm
a shift in me, soon you'll see
our colors swirl in rhythm
They giggled as they pressed you against the wall of your apartment. Soft kisses trailed down your throat, followed by little nips and sucks, making you shiver and moan softly.
You’d seen them at The Night Owl before. Always from a distance and surrounded by a small group of friends. They were easy to see, always catching your eye no matter where in the club both of you were. Their long hair always perfect, not a strand out of place. Makeup always done to perfection, and clothes fitting them just right. Who wouldn’t be captivated by them?
You don’t know how you got to this point, with their mouth attached to your neck and their ring-clad fingers gripping at your ass. Luck, you guessed.
“Bedroom?” They whispered, lips latching onto your earlobe to nibble softly. You nodded, eyes half-lidded and glossy, a dazed expression on your face as you pointed in the direction of your room. “Do you want me to fuck you? Or do you want to fuck me?” You’re pretty sure your brain was making the dial-up tone as you saw the smirk spread across their painted lips.
“F-fuck me,” you gasped, your jelly-like legs following after them. They pushed you lightly onto your mattress until your back was flat against it.
“Good answer,” River hummed, undoing your pants and pulling them down and off. You watched as they unbuttoned their shirt, tattooed skin nearly glowing in the dim light. You shivered, your arousal building the longer they stayed here. You did your very best not to pinch yourself. “Do you have the… equipment, for that?” They asked, grinning wickedly down at you. You gulped and nodded, pointing toward the harness and dildo in your closet.
The next couple of hours are almost a blur of moans and skin slapping and sweat. Deep scratches and dark marks embedded into your skin, you silently trying to catch your breath, eyes shut softly. Plush lips kiss along your collarbone and up until meeting your lips, making you melt further into the mattress. You’re pretty sure you could stay here and kiss them for hours, perhaps even days.
They moan softly into your mouth before coming up for air, pressing their forehead to yours. “Thank you,” they whispered. “I was waiting for you to say something.”
You opened your eyes and furrowed your brows. “What do you mean?”
River smiled, a little shy this time. “I’ve seen you. At the club,” they bit their lip, and pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder. “I wasn’t sure if you were going to approach me or not, so,” they shrugged. “My friends had a bit of a bet going.”
You blinked, completely shocked. “Really?”
“Is that so hard to believe?” They asked, resting on their elbow as their head was cradled by their palm. “Look at you,” River smiled, green eyes roving over your naked body appreciatively.
Warmth spread across your cheeks and you smiled shyly, hiding your face in their neck. They laughed softly, one hand caressing the back of your head while the other moved down to squeeze your ass.
Silence fell over the room as you cuddled, and eventually, River started to get up. You lifted your head from their neck and frowned slightly. “What’s wrong?” You asked, worried you’d been too clingy.
“I should probably…” River trailed off, eyebrows turned down, insecurity washing over them.
“Oh,” you said softly. “I mean, only if you want to. I, uh… I’d love it if you stayed. A-at least for the night? I make a mean breakfast sandwich,” you smiled hopefully.
A soft smile graced River’s features as they looked down at their painted nails. “Do you have a veggie option?” They asked towards the bedroom floor, shuffling on their feet slightly.
Your heart fluttered in your chest and you nodded, holding your hand out for them to climb back in. When they did, you held them close to your chest this time, your fingertips running across their bare back comfortingly.
River stuck around for a few weeks, and you think it might’ve been the best few weeks you’d had in a long time.
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Let me take care of that
So I've been brainrotting over Baizhu from Genshin Impact (whoops) and here's some soft fluffy smut with my fav slutty doctor!
CONTAINS: nb!sub!reader, dom!Baizhu, masturbation, use of nicknames (sweetheart)
MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI
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You rolled over in your bed only to find the other side empty. The energy coursing through your veins kept you up well into the night and you were surprised Baizhu wasn't next to you. He must be working late tonight. With a sigh you rolled into his side of the bed and took in his scent. It was intoxicatingly sweet and you felt your body ache for him. The last few days barely left any time for you two to spend by yourselves. Your hands could do the job just fine, but his touch was so much better than your own. You closed your eyes and imagined him touching you with his slender hands, rubbing your body and kissing the back of your neck. Though you would never admit it, you loved the way he'd sometimes tell you the proper medical name for the part of your body he was currently stroking or kissing. Almost subconsciously your hand slid down to your belly and into your shorts. You felt the way your body needed him. Your hands slid across the needy warmth and a whimper escaped your lips.
You must've gotten lost in your pleasure because though you didn't hear him come home, but suddenly you heard his voice from next to your bed "Though I would love to just watch you like that darling I think I could take care of you." Your eyes shot open to see him standing at the beds frame, stroking his hard dick over his pants. He still had his coat on and was clearly needy for you as well. Your breath caught in your throat as he slowly took off his clothes and climbed onto the bed with you, "Want me to take care of you, sweetheart?"
You nodded, biting back a moan at his voice. He smiled and slowly took off your shorts, "So needy and ready for me..." You were jelly in his hands as he slowly started touching you. His fingers were cold, but that only added to the experience. After riling you up a bit more he slowly took out his leaking dick. "Look how much I missed you...I've been this hard ever since I closed the pharmacy down...I couldn't stop thinking about your soft lips..." He whined a little as you took him into your hands.
"Please...please just fuck me..." You sounded way needier than you thought you would and he smiled in response. "Don't worry, all in due time." He slowly started kissing your neck with one of his hands in your hair and the other on his needy dick. You could hear small whimpers escape between the kisses as he touched himself slowly. You couldn't resist and also put your hands to good use. After a while he practically growled into your ear "I can't take it anymore, I need you so much." You bit your lip and nodded in agreement before turning around. He instantly got the message and got on his knees behind you.
After taking in the sight of your body for a bit he aligned his cock to your entrance. Normally you would want some lube, but right now you needed him more than ever. He pushed in and moaned softly. After giving you both time to adjust he started moving slowly while gripping your hips. "Oh Archon, you're so fucking tight...I won't last long..." You didn't need him to last long, you were already getting close. He wrapped one of his hands around your body and added even more pleasure to the mix. You arched your back and moaned loudly "Oh Archon, Baizhu...I'm gonna...oh I'm gonna-" You couldn't even finish the sentence through the intense pleasure you felt. He huffed back "Me too, I'm so fucking close! Oh i can't hold it".
With one final thrust he came deep inside of you to the sounds of both of your intense moans. You finished right after him before both of you collapsed on the bed.
"That was...intense." you said. He giggled in response and pulled you close to him. "We both need to get some sleep now sunshine." He kissed your forehead and held you close.
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I would like to ask your opinion on the NuTrek set designs! I haven't watched strange new worlds or discovery (those are the nu prequel ones right?) mostly because I'm afraid they won't be good? Like they won't hold the same silly charm as TOS or TNG, and part of that worry is the ship design. I love that TOS bridge LOOKS like it's from the 60s, LOOKS like the ship is kinda held together with spit, sillystring, and human stubbornness, because that's how our real life space program was back then. From the pictures I've seen, I don't like all the fancy lights everywhere on a ship that looks completely different in TOS. I know they probably had to update it for marketing so like I get it but! What do you think and are the new sets distracting? And are the shows good? Thanks!
The sets are definitely very different to the old ones, more in line with the recent movie version of things where there are big windows in front with amazing space vistas and very hi-tech touchscreen panels everywhere. Personally I love them, they kept a few little callbacks to the originals like the Enterprise having some of the old jelly bean buttons on the consoles next to the modern flatscreen panels. I never found the brightness distracting but I've heard others complain about it. I only complained about Picard's third season where for 9 episodes they basically leave the lights off and you can barely see anyone😆 While Discovery has it's own look, the Enterprise has a kind of modern retro vibe where some things are now HUGE and SHINY but you'll spot stuff almost unchanged from the old show, like the Jeffries Tube Scotty was always tinkering in.
As for the shows themselves, they're a mixed bag (as were the originals)
Discovery had tons and tons of BTS drama, the people running the end of the first season weren't the same who started it so storytelling is somewhat uneven. And it's different from classic Treks in that it's one main plotline per season and there is one definite main character rather than an ensemble. Then they had two big shifts in direction: The first season is dark and mysterious, involving war with Klingons (who speak subtitled Klingon and like the sets have been reimagined to look far more alien) and mirror universes. The second tries to be much lighter in tone and more like the recent movies and has a plot that makes less and less sense the closer you examine it (but I still loved it), then they jump to the distant future where they're a relic in a universe that's changed a lot. It's also the queerest Trek ever with gay, nb and trans characters. There's some violence and swearing and a story about a former POW who was sexually abused in the first season but it's not all quite as it seems.
Strange New Worlds spins off from the second season of Discovery (but you don't need to have seen it first), and tells TOS/TNG/VOY style standalone stories which range from saving worlds to battling alien monsters to utter fluff but unlike the originals, what happens has lasting effects on the characters. It's got a mix of young versions of known characters, some have been changed a lot (Nurse Chapel is a total badass in this version, Spock is married to T'Pring and she's a huge part of his life) and others who didn't do enough in TOS to really be called changed, like Dr. M'Benga. They also have Kirk's brother on the crew and he's derpy as hell and we love him. It's the one most like classic Trek, but it's definitely more of a modern reboot of the concept even though officially it's a prequel in the same continuity (even going so far in Discovery as a "previously on" with clips from "The Cage" and then next season there's an episode called "Unification III", follwing on from the TNG two-parter and featuring the characters watching a clip from it). So don't get too hung up on all that stuff and just enjoy!
Hope that helps!🖖
#star trek#star trek discovery#strange new worlds#star trek continuity#ask me anything#ask answered#ask response
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Let’s talk… next gen!
Part 1: the kids
What’s more fun than seeing what’s next?
Ok , so this was actually something initially done just for fun with pals on Discord. And… it kinda exploded?
So, let’s go over this precious babs, who the parents are, and how their parents influence them
From top left to bottom right
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Jelly the jellyfish Demon
Age: Around 4-6 years old
Gender: Uses they/them, but it’s unclear if they identify as nb, as they “can’t choose one gender” bc they “love all of them!”
Parents: Missi, Trix The Patchwork Demon
Jelly is an air headed but loveable bean, and they make a point to say that they love everything and everyone. They love everything! … Well, except PB and J sandwiches. Jelly is very imaginative and make up complex plot lines for their plushes. They love collecting and sharing their plush toys, and they’re especially close with Irini. Jelly can be annoying and very naïve, but it’s hard to stay mad at a child who’s head is just full of jellybeans
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Moth
Age: 5-8
Gender: Intersex, uses they/them
Parents: Wasp, And Morteus The Grim Reaper
Moth is reserved and mature for their age. They have a passionate interest for bugs of all kinds, and they are frequently trailed by moths. They’re self conscious and shy, and they like to avoid conflict when they can. They will even run away from home if they think their parents don’t like each other (or at least when Wasp scolds Morteus for doing something stupid like replacing a staircase with Lego blocks). Moth fears misbehaving, and is very well behaved. Many find it funny that a child resembling a moth is literally called Moth, but it makes sense when they learn that Morteus is one of the dads.
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Soli
Age: 5-8
Gender: Female
Parents: Clairisse the Rock Angel and Jadis the Serpent Demon
Soli has a reputation for being a bit of a problem child, as she not only tends to insult the other kids, she will often ignore any adult that isn’t her parents and will deliberately act miserable to get a reaction. This isn’t just out of normal juvenile delinquency, however. Soli is shunned by many angels and even some demons, as she is half angel half demon. This prompts many to debate in front of her where she really belongs. Soli tends to take out her emotions in music, and aspires one day to perform with her moms. She’s already musically gifted and can already hold the attention of a room of people.
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Loki Malisci
Age: 5-8
Gender: Male
Parents; Chronos Cendrillon and Chess Malisci
Loki is what many would consider “a little shit”. Inheriting his father’s telekinesis, he’s known for purposefully misplacing things, and causing all kinds of mischief while talking back to adults. He’s clearly smart, and already can speak multiple languages. He also tends to laugh at the misfortune of the other kids. That being said, it’s well understood amongst the kids to not bring up his home life. Loki was the result of a one night stand, and he lives with his mother. His parents aren’t particularly close, and both are very busy. This might be why Loki acts out as much as he does.
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Irini Dracula
Age: 4-6
Gender: Female
Parents: Vlad (Lucian) Dracula and Mina Hellsing
Irini is definitely her father’s child. Jumpy, easily scared and very shy. She tends to turn into a bat when frightened. Despite this, she’s very adventurous and loves to see new places. Irini loves bats And loves helping Mina take care of them. She also loves whenever her dad plays video games as she enjoys watching him play. Irini is very close with Jelly and considers them her best friend, and she’s also the main target of Loki’s teasing apart from Vesta. Speaking of Vesta, Irini does not like Vesta at all, as she feels she’s forced to hang out with her due to their parents being friends.
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Vesta Dawnsview
Age: 4-6
Gender: Female
Parents: Phoenix Dawnsview and Persephone Zima
The general consensus with Vesta is that you would never be able to tell that Phoenix was one of her moms. Unlike both her moms, Vesta is an absolute doormat with little confidence. She doesn’t even have confidence in her powers to create and manipulate will o wisps. She’s the frequent target of teasing, and is often left out in games, adventures, etc. Older characters try to fix this, but Vesta has little hope anything will change. Nowadays, she keeps to herself and works on mastering her powers. She also has been learning skills such as music, first aid, combat, and more in the hope that it will aid her making friends.
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Shadow
Age: 6-9
Gender: Female
Parents: Unknown, adopted by Syrellis
Shadow is a shifter who can take the form of a greater bird of paradise, and … that’s often all people know about her. She rarely speaks and many even assume she’s nonverbal. That’s why she was given the name Shadow. She’s very close and appreciative of Syrellis, and wishes he’d stop believing that he isn’t good enough at looking after her. Whenever Syrellis can’t look after her, he makes sure to leave her in the care of someone trustworthy, most often with Wrenlen, the kingdom’s blacksmith. Shadow has tried helping out at the blacksmith shop, and she’s surprisingly gifted. She’s already wielded some items. Shadow also has a love for berries, and will nab them whenever she can. Shadow also suffers from mild food anxiety and thus is always checking if there’s food available.
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Clara Dawnsview
Age: 3
Gender: Female
Parents: Ifrit Dawnsview And Kingsley
People fear Clara, and frankly it’s not too surprising. At three years old, she already operates her robot assistant NC, can build a bomb, does not act like a three year old whatsoever, has intelligence comparable to the adults, and was apparently brought into the world by Azzazel, the goddess of trickery and riddles. She’s well known for being an absolute gremlin, and can legally not be left unsupervised. Clara was born deaf, and Ifrit constructed NC to aid Clara and look after her in the absence of her parents. Clara also has the power to establish telekinetic connections between people and has absolutely used this power for trolling, especially with her uncle Johnathan. She has a crush on Bronie Orlok, has a chummy relationship with her cousin Vesta, and will absolutely beat up Loki whenever she finds out he’s been teasing Vesta again.
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The Orlok Siblings
Bronie Orlok(left), Morgan Orlok (middle), Chip Orlok (right)
Age: 4-6
Genders: Female, female, male
Parents: Logan Orlok, Vinne, Connie and Ronnie
No, nobody knows how Logan, the local vinegar chugging eclectic, got 3 kids. And nobody wants to ask. Morgan and Chip are clones of Logan. Morgan is obsessed with, makes, and drinks cooking oil. Chip is conspiratorial and frequently comes up with utterly ridiculous conspiracies, that Morgan always believes. These two enjoy sleeping in wooden crates and will cause utter chaos and devastation wherever they go. And nobody likes being stuck with babysitting them. And then there’s Bronie. Often called the “normal one” Bronie is a sweet girl who knits, sews, and crochets. She’s often embarrassed by her siblings and usually ends up apologizing on their behalf. Despite their oddities and differences, the three love each other very much and wouldn’t trade each other for the world.
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Let me know what you think of the babs!
Art and characters made by me
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I recently saw your NB4ProblamatocT Julian pat post, and it just made me cry!! You're so talented, and I'm just obsessed! I was wondering if you could tell us some more about NB/Trans femme pat (or trans masc!!) Or the hc you have! It's okay if not! Sorry to bother :^)
thank you so much!! and im sure I can scrounge up some ideas! (and trust me, this is no bother at all. i am always up for the opportunity to rattle on)
She knew she was trans (even if she didn’t have the language for it) when she was fourteen and started going through puberty. the second her voice dropped she was like 'oh I hate this actually, no thanks'
In my Pat lore that’s consistent regardless of Pat’s gender, she has a twin sister Gabrielle who’s also trans and realised a lot sooner when she was around ten, so the second Pat started to feel a bit off, they talked to Gabrielle about it
While they didn’t totally click with womanhood, it felt more comfortable than being perceived as a man, so they started growing her hair out and nicking Gab’s clothes.
All her family just kind of rolled with it. (let us, for a moment, live in a world where transphobia doesn’t exist)
She didn’t even think of a new name until like two years down the line when someone asked her for it at a party and she was like right, probably shouldn’t be going by Patrick anymore. So on the spot, she blurted out Patricia. She’d always been happy being called Pat/Patty, so it worked out
I don’t imagine her being a particularly femme person. She might have worn the occasional long skirt or a nice dress to a party, but otherwise, she had like two pairs of mum jeans she lived in and a variety of bright, colourful button-ups to pair with them. Shoes-wise, she’d stick to trainers and boots, with some jelly shoes for summer.
I also imagine she wouldn’t have worn much makeup, but she cared so much about her hair. So much. And she is forever grateful she died with her hair freshly permed, and with like, three different scrunchies on her wrist that she can swap out (and just like transphobia, we will be ignoring ghost canon)
obv she's a guide leader rather than a scout leader, and I think to believe she had beef with the local scout group/their scoutmaster and was always trying to one-up him. she's forever miffed about kicking the bucket before getting one over on him
(one day his group visits the button grounds, and she gathers up all the ghosts with powers to make his life a brief living hell even though he's like, ancient now and not even the scoutmaster anymore, just there for old times sake. still, they do it, and she's so happy. revenge? pretty cool, actually)
I imagine after she died, she was pretty hush-hush about being trans, just in case. But when she clocked onto Cap struggling with his sexuality, she decided to take a leap of faith and tell him. He was a bit confused but took it in stride, and while he didn’t come out to her, it definitely made him feel more comfortable about himself
She didn’t come out to anyone else until Alison made a comment about him being nb themselves, leading to them giving all the ghosts a lesson on everything LGBT
Pat found was just overjoyed there was a better word for how she felt, that she wasn’t ‘faking’ being trans because she didn’t connect with the idea of being a woman, she was just trans in a different way
She came out, everyone was obviously accepting, and Alison even got her a little nb flag for her room. Which does lead to questions when people visit and are like? why is there a random pride flag in this empty room?
Alison never comes up with a good excuse
Pat uses she/they/he pronouns, but you're only allowed to use he/him if you’ve been given permission. So far the only people who’ve won that right are her mother, her sister, Cap, and somehow, Julian/Julie.
Also, it's very important to me that she's surprisingly strong. I just really like the image of this titchy trans femme picking up the blokes of the house and moving them aside whenever they're in Alison's way
um. that's all i've got, i think
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i (24, afab nb) am gonna peg my bf (31, cis m) for the first time tonight and im so fucking excited about it like usually i’m v subby but i love toying w my bf n teasing him w pleasure so do u have any tips to make sure he has a good time?
everyone is different but here's my advice!!
foreplay is always important like you said, and while pegging is mostly about prostate play - light strokes on the frenulum and the area underneath the head of the dick is great for light pleasure.
WARM UP IS KEY!! go slower than slow when it comes to prep, and i like to be in the shower w people when they prep as an like an intimate thing. hold his hand during it and warm the lube up before you go. it will be TIGHT. regulated breathing is super important also - so if you're doing the finger, make sure his breathing is even. no holding it, i like breathing with them. while you're in there, it's a good time to see if you can feel he prostate before thrusting so you get an idea of where it is.
so 5 in, 5 out. resting heart rate, he needs to be relaxed and not tense. DO NOT SKIP ON PREP!!!!!! ik it seems obvious but when it comes to pegging it's like TRULY not smth to skip on. little reassurances are always great too. but take your time and practice. stretching is a lot of effort.
FOR THE FIRST TIME GO SMALL AND SLIM! ! ! i don't know how much experience u two have with anal but if it's the first time he like REALLY go small. it depends on your circumstance but i think 3-4 inches is about right to stretch, 5 depending. not an excess girth.
as the strap-bearer - the strap needs to be comfortable. i like the tomboy harnesses but make sure it's not too tight. in my experience the best way to achieve prostate orgasms is from behind. everyone's different, and having him leaning over the bed while you stand is easier on your hips and thighs and allows you to hold his hips.
(also i recommend using a harder material strap because they're easier to use if you don't have a lot of strap experience. jelly dildos are nice but hard to fuck with if it's your first time)
missionary is more intimate but requires more stamina on your behalf. make sure he doesn't cum before hand since it's easier to stimulate the prostate that way (in my experience at least)
USE CONDOMS!!!!!!!!!!!!! I KNOW IT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE BUT IT MAKES CLEAN UP SO MUCH EASIER SO USE THEM!!!!!!! PLEASE!!!!!
my last piece of advice is getting comfortable with being awkward! you're gonna miss when u try to put it in once or twice and also it will be very slippery cause of lube. it happens!!
GOOD LUCK!!!!!!!!!!! I WISH U BLESSINGS!!!!!!!!
#fang replies#this is so long KDKF i just wanted to cover all my bases#if u want more advice on the actual fucking lmk!!
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Logan’s Gay and Remy’s in a Suit
Summary: Just read the title
Content: Gays, so much gays, nb!remy, nb!logan (he uses he/him pronouns but he’s still an enby suckers), mentions of dying of gay, logan thinking that flirting = bullying because he’s a useless gay
Pairing: Romo losleep
Notes: I’m so sleep-deprived I should be sleeping but i HAD to write this so. have it. inspired by this art by @strawberryjellystuff
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Logan was a smart person. He knew a good deal of things. He knew the distance from the earth to the sun, to the moon, and to Mars. He knew the average amount of bones in the human body at any given interval of life. He knew the names of every capital of every city in north and south america.
He also knew that he was very, very gay. This fact alone wasn’t too shocking or even that impressive. Logan had known he was gay since he was fifteen. It hadn’t been hard to figure out.
It was the ‘very, very’ that was important. As a rule, Logan rarely felt the need to enhance his words with ‘very.’ He made his points, he made them clearly, and he made them exactly as he wanted them. There was no reason for him to use ‘very.’
Then he met Remy.
And Remy… woo boy. Remy.
Remy made Logan feel it extremely necessary to add ‘very, very’ to his normally adequate descriptor of ‘gay.’ That was because Remy was very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very pretty. And there was only a little bit of the author’s bias showing through in that statement. It was mostly cold, hard fact. You know because LOGAN’S thinking it and he thinks in pretty much only fact.
So Logan was gay, Remy was (objectively) the prettiest person to exist, and Logan was trying his hardest to stop his writer from taking away his braincells and turning him into a proper gay disaster.
Except he and Remy worked at the same university. In the same department. During most of the same hours.
Logan was having a hell of a time holding onto those braincells.
However, while it had taken time, Logan had adjusted. Survival of the fittest, and all- if Logan wasn’t able to adapt to constantly being around someone so pretty it was outlawed in several made-up countries and a few real ones, then Logan wasn’t fit enough to survive. So he had adapted and he had done so flawlessly.
Better put, he had suffered several weeks learning how to adjust to the fact that Remy’s naturally perfect looks were only increased by xyr leather jacket and sunglasses, the fact that xy knew how to smirk like xy owned the world (impossible, Logan had considered before, considering Remy was clearly the world, and one could not own oneself), and the fact that Remy was a bully.
That was the only word Logan had for Remy’s actions towards him, anyways- after all, there was no way Remy had missed the way Logan’s cheeks seemed to literally light on fire every time xy smiled at him, or the little giggle Logan had never properly learned to fight down every time Remy called him a petname (a wholly ridiculous response considering Remy called lots of people petnames- sure, xy only ever seemed to call Logan ‘darling’ or ‘sweetheart’ or ‘light of my world and stars of my universe’ but that didn’t mean anything), or the way Logan stumbled over his every word when attempting to return an offhanded compliment that Remy likely had paid him by accident while thinking of… coffee. Remy did like xyr coffee, after all.
But Remy’s bullying aside, Logan HAD adapted. He was able to look at Remy with minimal flushing, he had become the master of avoiding conversation topics designed to trap him (though Remy was becoming creative with xyr compliment-trap setups… Logan would have to start adapting faster than Remy if he hoped to survive the semester), and he knew the fastest exits out of every room and building in the entire university, ensuring that- if ever needed- he could literally flee Remy. He was surviving in his new, Remy-included environment.
And then the author Jelly Remy decided to adapt as well.
It had been a normal day of work up until then- Logan was working on checking over papers and going through his lesson plan a few more times, making sure he had everything ready for the school day. Upon realizing his coffee had run low, he got up, stretching as he began to move towards the staff lounge, seeking a refill.
There was only one other teacher there at the moment, which Logan figured made sense- most of the astronomy professors had early morning classes, Logan being one of only two who didn’t. He had gotten out of it by luck- the other had insomnia and wasn’t normally at school in the mornings.
Logan barely glanced at xyr, however, wanting to get his coffee before he had to deal with being flustered at seven in the morning. He was fairly certain it wouldn’t be that bad of a fluster, anyways- he was at least partially prepared this time, and he was about to have coffee on his side, and it looked like Remy had traded xyr normal leather-jacket look for a suit of some kind, and Remy had probably had a rough night if xy were in early so xyr flusters wouldn’t be top of xyr game, and-
Logan stopped. Blinked. Processed. Processed again.
A… suit?
Logan turned to look at Remy and immediately regretted the decision. Because those braincells he had mentioned earlier? Gone. Stolen. Removed from existence. In theory, the author’s got them stored up somewhere but… eh, their location’s not important. Not like Logan could use them even if he found them.
Because Remy was in a suit- a blue suit with delicate, lovely white flower designs traced over the chest and around xyr wrists, complimented by a lovely purple tie Logan had never seen Remy wear before- mostly because Remy didn’t normally wear ties. Or suits. Why was Remy wearing a suit?
To kill me Logan decided barely a second later when Remy caught him staring and smirked at him in a way that was most decidedly an act of bullying.
“Good morning, sunlight and starshine.” Remy said, further proving that xy was a bully and that xy was bullying Logan right then and there, a conclusion Logan came too as he clamped a hand over his mouth and focused on not making any sound even slightly akin to a giggle. “How are you on this morning that’s nowhere near as fine as you?”
Logan, smartly, didn’t respond. Speaking would ultimately result in him stuttering, mumbling, and tripping over his words, which would make Remy smirk more, which would make Logan blush more, which would create a horrible cycle that would only end when either Remy left or Logan died. So, by not responding, the cycle never started and therefore could not end in Logan’s death.
In choosing to do nothing else but stare at Remy without saying a word, however, Logan apparently had responded, in a way- Remy’s smirk still grew and Logan still ended up blushed harder.
“Oh, darling, don’t tell me I’ve made you speechless.” Remy teased, moving from xyr spot against the wall to stand in front of Logan, tilting xyr head to the side. “No, wait, do tell me. I do love to hear your voice.”
Logan remained silent. Remy couldn’t go on forever with no new material… right?
“Or, hey, maybe it’s not me.” Remy went on, unconcerned with Logan’s silence. “Maybe you’re just tired. That’s why you were acting perfectly fine until you saw me, after all. Just tired. Is that right? Or should I keep guessing?”
Realizing that silence was getting him nowhere and nothing (besides more flustered), Logan decided to simply attempt to move on with his day. Maybe ignoring Remy would make xyr go away.
Logan had just barely turned to once more resume his walk to the coffee pot when he was forced to stop once more, this time not by Remy’s looks but by the fact that Remy had a hand and the ability to grab Logan’s wrist with it.
A very annoying ability for sure, given it not only prevented Logan from continuing with his brilliant plan of ‘if you just ignore xyr eventually xy’ll go away’, but also increased his blush and got him looking at Remy again which was increasing his blush even more. By now, Logan was fairly sure his entire face was red, which was completely unfair given that blue was much more his colour.
“Come on, sweetheart, don’t be like that.” Remy said, voice now both confident and sweet, which wasn’t helping Logan’s goal to Just Stop Blushing Already at all. “If you really have had a long night, I don’t mean to tease.”
“N-no, I’m fine.” Logan said, which was a lie, because he wasn’t fine at all, he was doing terribly, but he was also doing a million times better than usual, which also wasn’t fine but it was in a completely different direction than terribly. So, either way, his statement was a lie. “Just uh… a long morning.”
Logan realized that was the wrong answer the moment Remy’s softer smile once more became a smirk. “I take it back, then. I very much mean to tease.”
“Ah-” Logan cleared his throat, trying to find a way to backtrack, “I do have, uh, a couple of papers to take care of, so-”
“And you don’t have class for at least another hour.” Remy pointed out for him, still holding onto his wrist and giving no indication that xy’d be letting go of it anytime soon. “You’ve got the time to spare for a bit of conversation with your favorite colleague.”
“You presume to be my favorite?” Logan managed to say without tripping over any of his words.
Remy’s smirk just turned knowing. “I don’t have to be a poker player to spot your tells, babe. Unless, of course, you have another reason for constantly blushing around me.”
“You possibly have a higher-than-average body temperature that causes all the objects and people within your near vicinity to heat up as well, therefore prompting a blush in those organisms that have the ability to blush.” Logan offered, well aware everything he was saying was bullshit meant only as a poor attempt to save himself.
Unsurprisingly, Remy saw right through him. “Nah, hun, I don’t think it’s that. You can try again, if you want, but if you’d let me take a crack at it-”
“Please do not.” Logan interrupted rather hurriedly, which only fueled Remy’s amusement. “I am simply… tired. And busy. So, ah, if you’ll excuse me, I really should be getting back to my work-”
“Alright, beautiful, I know when I’m wanted.” Remy said, politely half-ignoring as Logan looked away and pretended to cough into his arm as he let out a small giggle. “One question before you go?”
“I really should be-”
“Are you free tonight?”
That shut Logan up. “I- what?”
“Are you free tonight?” Remy repeated, only smiling at Logan’s confusion. “I know this really lovely place downtown, I promise you you’ll love it, though not nearly as much as I love you-”
“I- what?!” Logan said, more panickedly this time. Tonight? Restaurant? Love you?
Remy titled xyr head to the side, looking puzzled. “I don’t know how to make this any clearer for you, love.”
“I- ah- you- are you- are you asking me out on- on a date?” Logan demanded, not caring much for how many times he had to restart his sentence but having no solution for that particular problem.
“...I would’ve hoped that was fairly obvious, yes.” Remy answered, shaking xyr head a bit as they continued to watch Logan with amused confusion. “This isn’t a surprise to you, is it?”
“Well- I- uh- it’s just-”
Remy laughed. “Oh, darling, I hate to laugh at you, but- Lo, hun, I’ve been flirting with you for weeks now. This can’t be that shocking.”
“You’ve been flirting with me?!” Logan responded. “When?!”
“I- Logan, I’ve been calling you the most ridiculous of petnames, complimenting you every time you so much as blink, repeatedly breaking into your classroom to force you to eat lunch with me, interrupting your classes to tease you- what do you think I’ve been doing?”
“Bullying me!”
“I was- I’m sorry, say that again?”
“Bullying me!” Logan repeated as asked, moving his coffee cup into the hand that Remy was holding hostage so that he could run his fingers through his hair, feeling frazzled. “You kept- you kept doing things to make me blush and- and lose focus- and- and giggle, for gods’ sakes- what else could you have been doing?!”
To Logan’s surprise, instead of defending xyrself, Remy just laughed as xyr face broke out in the widest grin Logan had seen xyr wearing all morning. “You absolute dork.” Xy said, though xyr tone was only endearing. “You really are a disaster gay, huh?”
“...Just a little.” Logan said weakly, before forcing himself to amend, “Maybe a lot.”
“A lot sounds more accurate, yeah.” Remy agreed, still laughing a bit. “Bullying you- oh, you really are too cute, sugar.”
Logan resisted the urge to run to exit number fifty-nine and escape the blush that, at this point, was likely hot enough to permanently burn his skin. “You’re still being a bully.”
“Oh, probably.” Remy admitted before xyr grin was once again replaced by a smirk Logan had both memorized and yet also knew he would never get used to. “But am I being too much of a bully that you won’t go out on a date with me?”
“I- uh- I-” Logan ducked his head. He couldn’t accept Remy’s offer, he really couldn’t, it would almost guarantee his death, and he had worked so hard to become immune to Remy’s killer charm (pun not intended and not appreciated).
But at the same time… Logan wasn’t sure he had the willpower to refuse.
So, predictably, he settled for a quick little nod that said everything Remy needed to hear without Logan having to stutter his way through a single word.
Remy’s grin turned dazzling. “Perfect!” Xy exclaimed, quickly pressing a kiss to Logan’s cheek before he could even begin to react. “I’ll pick you up after all our classes are out, okay?”
“O-okay.” Logan said numbly, free hand raising to rest over the spot where Remy had kissed him, feeling half-trapped in a dream.
“Perfect!” Remy repeated, still grinning as xy let go of Logan’s hand, heading towards the door, bursting with energy and clearly on xyr way to continue planning the exacts of Logan’s demise.
Before xy could fully get out of the room, however, Logan managed to get his voice back about him and call out, “Wait!”
Remy immediately stopped, turning back to look at Logan. “Yes, sweetheart?”
“I- uh-” Logan gestured vaguely at Remy, “Your suit. You- You never wear suits. Why today…?”
At that, Remy’s grin just widened to a degree Logan wasn’t entirely sure should be humanly possible. “For our date, of course!” Xy answered, raising xyr sunglasses just so that xy could wink at Logan. “I had a feeling you’d say yes.”
And with that, Remy left, leaving Logan to stand in the middle of the staff lounge, empty coffee mug still in one hand, the other still resting on his cheek and over the spot where Remy had kissed him, feeling dazed in the best sort of way possible.
He was still standing there when another one of the teachers wandered in, shooting him a strange look. “Are you alright, Logan?”
“Not at all.” Logan answered truthfully.
He was much, much better than alright.
#losleep#write losleep cowards#ts logan#ts remy#ts sleep#nb!remy#nb!logan#the cryptid speaks#fanfic#fanfiction#ts sides#sanders sides#imma post this and then pass out someone remind me to set this up to queue later#also if y'all spot an accidental misgendering let me know so i can change it when i'm more awake
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TO READ BEFORE YOU START EXPLORING THIS BLOG
I. BASICS
i’m jelly, i’m well over twenty and i’m gg trash. and since i’m gg trash and a gay bean, this blog will only contain that good ole wlw content. except not really because i write for f/f and f/nb ships. you can expect both idol x reader content and idol x idol content, as well as some poly goodness.
you can find a list of who i write for here!
II. MATURE CONTENT
because i’m old enough to be legal in every country on this planet, i will not be writing any sort of content for any member under the age of 18 because it would make me feel like a creep.
i will not write smut for any member under the age of 20. so, to make it clear and not a ‘just waiting for their birthday to sexualise them’ situation, i will not write smut for any member born after 1999.
you can expect to find some violence and potentially triggering content in au’s that i may write, but everything will be tagged.
III. REQUESTS
since this blog is meant to be fun for me and for you, i give myself the right to reject requests and to just close requests altogether if things get too overwhelming for me, as i have my own life outside of this blog and am dealing with some nice anxiety issues. and it should be said that i might avoid writing for members who currently are openly in relationships.
if you want to request anything, don’t be shy and just go for it, buddy! this is a safe space, no shame to be had. just keep in mind what you’ve read so far and be sure to check the list of groups i write for.
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don’t take anything i write seriously. i’m not a serious person. i don’t claim any sort of association with any of the groups and members i write about. i don’t claim to know anything about the groups and members i write about. i just want some fun writing exercices.
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be kind to yourself and to people around you. that’s it. have fun, have a blast, blast off, don’t tell me if you’re getting off!
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New/revised/whatever- List of stuff
Egos (Marks/Jacks) that I have written for or at least actually have thought about HCS/other universes for: (Just some brief rambles about them, please don't hesitate to ask about them :3)
-Anti, Two takes really, I like him soft, like him mean, hes just fun to write, plenty of different ways to spin why he acts out, what he is and all that. My current fav way to portray him is a missing piece of Seans soul, which means hes unstable as a ‘person’ (cough, not really a human but not, not human either.) And how he has static filled blue eyes but usually hides them with the scary emerald green...
-Jameson, I will always stand by this kinda universe i created with a friend aages ao that Shawn took away Jamesons voice when being puppeteered by an awful ink creature that shares his body. Giving Jameson a lovely fear of knives, some scars, and some very damaged vocals..
-Crank, Oh my fucking boi, a near dead human spliced with a bunch of robot parts..human skin tangled with wires and a heart incased in metal..hes a right mess, a voice in his head that makes him feel all sorts of bad.. He tries his best..he cries oil, I hardly get to write him but I love him.
-Blank, another big fav oi, black hollow eyes..a tendency to faint... My Hc involves him having been in an accident that almost killed him, leaving him with a very rare heart condition. He also has an aura which..kinda ties into him having a few abilities and stuff.
-Nes.. He started off as my own kinda Ethan ego, basically Ethan who was mistreated and really lost his marbles..hes great for the real twisted messed up kinda stuff, so dependant on others, a minor murderer, and has been eyed off by a certain ice cream driver for quite some time...
-Were eth, Okay granted this was literally just kinda an idea that..Eth became a were wolf boi, fangs, tail, ears. Hes just a fun lil pupper
-Eden. Succubus Ethan basically, but well, he again kinda turned into his own thing separate from Ethan. He's got a tail and wings, and hes a lovely lithe thing. He doesnt dare do things without consent, just gets a bit touchy-feely when hes gone without any energy for too long. Very wide stunning saphire eyes.
- Jackie Oh my lad..Buff, trans, adorable, sweet. I always love tinkering around with how/what powers he has tbh..and like- I’ve always had the hc that his eyes are lilac?? or gold. Depending on things.. and he works either at a comic book store, a gym, or at the counter of a gas station. Gives the best hugs. Also I love AUS where hes a phoniex because of uhm?? Big fucking red wings??? YES.
-Hen, Getting his accent right is tough but other than that I love writing about the tired doctor living off coffee and ignoring himself in favor of others.
-Chase The fucking best dad, sunshine lad. Running a vlogging channel and doing his best while combatting depression..I hc him to have chronic fatigue so he has to push himself extra hard. but He does well in trying to get better and look after himself and only slips up like any other helpless human. Very fun to write.
- Robbie. Sof.t zombie lad. Drown in a sweater. Stutters and is v quiet. Slow with speech. Struggles to see sometimes. Loves soft textures.Loves attention. Overall soft fucking lad.
-KOTS, To mean known as Simon. Actually v smart, big brain, very scattered n shy and nervous and squirrelish. Loves books n plants, loves nature. Red is his best colour. Warm sweaters and nuzzling and cuddling up. I always get torn between him being a hybrid of human/squirrel or just a lovely soft guy.
-Yan ! My fem nb/trans gal! They’ll kick ass with their katana, have the hots for Bim, and looove Japanese culture and stuff. Very adorable. Loves pink. 10/10 love to write.
-Technically I do have a muse for Mark, or..idea? I’m thinking about shoving it into my own oc/thing..but basically he got tortured n abused by Authy so hes not quite like the real life markimoo..just a nervous mess whose dealing with his traumas..
-Bing, Skater lad, yellow/orange eyes, sunflower vibes. Tries his best, clumsy as fuck, great for a laugh when hes not cowering under google.
-Edward iplier, Gah my doctor lad.. I have a hc that he Lost arm. In fire..or by dark n wilf. He has heterochromia too!! One cho ceye one blue one. He is a fucking nerd (Minor adhd lets be honest) He fucking loves space and science and space/science related lights. He has a bat plus with spacey wings. He likes reading, likes being clean and is quite a quiet indulger in food which has left him with a big of a softer figure. Super gentle nature..nothing like the arrogant portrayal we got in some videos.
-Angus I love this man!!! Part Aussie, part irish, a whole lot of gruff old dad with a soft spot for nice people and animals, has his own big place, next to a large ass forest. Loads of scars. Loves boots and cameo coloured clothing. A lovely guy when you get past the rough edges.
Aand onto all my ocs as of writing this (cause you name well know I be writing new ones like..all the time.)
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OC’S (My original characters!)
-Jessy, Cowboy- Choker with gold bell. Lil ears/horns. Spots. Shy but sweet. Hands and feet different colour to rest of skin. Kinda fur ish feeling rather then just straight-up skin. Pear shaped figure. Shy lad. Likes to take lots of naps, anxious easily but a big people pleaser too.
-Ailan and Keros. Moth n butterfly boi. (Literally just made up with a friend, just a random soft pair of lads tbh nothing too fleshed or spesh)
- Louie - Followed by a dark being/creature/spirit... Yet to determine what else about him, but hes got brown hair, pointed ears and looks lovely in green.
-Quinton A Hybrid of Demon and Angel otherwise called a Guardian. Quirky, Pan as shit, great dress sense. Extremely calm. Can see auras. Lovely black feathered wings. Bright blue hair. Kind smile. Works at a little coffee shop in his spare time.
-Ori Very pure angel boy, previously owned and not very well treated by a god, came crashing down to earth with no memories but his wings intact. Some help him.
-Lumi Ghost boy! Died years ago under awful circumstances..now lingers around on earth, sometimes meeting humans who happen to be able to feel or see his presence, he has the ability to make himself solid for short periods of time.
- Lucio Witchy..dragon soul something or other- Deaf.Paralyzed? In the arms??They might use alot of energy trying to hover around instead of having to use a chair..(I mean how many witches do you see with chairs??).. Although they could not have use of their arms instead, like..paralyzed from the shoulder down- they still have them but theyre effectively useless and easily sore.. (which might make magic really hard, cause theyd have to master it again without their hand gestures.)
- Eztli, Bit of a prick. Basically got cursed to have really weird blood that replished and rejuvinated too fast/too much by a witch he angered. So he turned the curse into a good thing and basically goes out offering himself as a human blood bag for vamps willing to pay in info, items, cash or uh..other services..
- Gallio Photographer, has hypocalcemia. Haven't really done much else with him tbh.
-Aomi Warlock/witch in training. Downright awful at it. Young and lives in a nice lil cottage outside of the village he was abandoned in.
- Lucas A moonstone gem perma-fusion, he kinda has SPD/DID but he doesn't, cause..hes two gems that became one but not fully. Leaving him to be a bit of a mess and not as strong as other moonstones.
- Kiyan. A little assistant android!! Created to assist, he can make portals!, He works at a post office. Hes under surveillance by the company that made him and isnt yet aware of many human customs/emotions..
- Alex A very confused, overly optimist Alien who doesn’t know what they are. Come from the planet Eutychia, 4'3. They fucking glow. You know Kilowatt from space chimps? think that. But hair n freckles and more human and just as bubbly and energetic.
-Locus Mer/Fish boi! Transparent fins, glowy patches, plays harp + loves music.
-Lir A Tiny Octopus/Human hybrid lad. Makes little burble and trill noises. Quite harmless. Needs a home.
Benji (Strawberry shortcake boi- Cursed tape /bandages. Demi half god.? One eye. Uses notes. To communicate but also sign. Really. Good sweets maker)
Small bois (A collection of tinys because G/T is fucking great okay?)
- Tobias. Literally Made of hair gel. cleary, adorable, aaand Eats soap..amoung other non food items he probably should not ingest but does..
- Hinto Guy made of foam slime. Very chill n laid back.
- Glowstick bubs. (Alo/aloke - Green and blue + Siro - Yellow n pink. + Mavi (Vi) Red and silver. + Roxy (Ro) - Orange and purple ) They’re a cross between glowsticks and lava lamps and its epic- asides the fact they have like.half a brain cell each. Lots of sleeping n lazign around.
- Theo A tiny ink creature. A clever little lad, who likes to drawn and write n paint in ink and leave cheeky little black splotches everywhere. A very good writer companion tho.
- JellyBubs! A collection of tiny sentient jelly babies, hungry lads will raid your cupboards.
-Miel A tiny little bee boy! Loves flowers <3
Apocolyse Squad:
The planet Keres, Left uninhabitable after the invasion that ruined the air and killed almost the entire race.
Sameal o’Ceirin (Being of smoke- partly blind.)
Mallory Thomas (Part cat. Vet, partner to Sam who ends up dying in the canon of their story)
Hamrish Benat (Hayden. 4 eyes, soft tongue. PTSD. extra tiny heart in wrist. Quite fem/soft. Likes soap cutting vids and stuffed toys/teddies.)
Joshua who cares (An asshole. Staight up. He dies. Fuck him. He sucks ass.)
Andy peters (Strong, kind. Kinda like Tyler shied. Big, tol, but actually pretty soft.)
Adrian Géarán (Tail, fire abilities, likes to make little robots. Very weak n has a couple of disabilities that leave him tired n such, which aint great for his esteem or his team when the apoc hits.)
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Wyatt ???? ?????????????????
Pace- Nerdy. Finds a cat. Observer for the aliens. Is immune to black goop.
Four - buff. Scary. Deadly.
Apocolypse Squad Part 2 Small lads who dont derese to be in danger:
-Apep, Naga boi Legs mutate into a cool tail. Hisses, fangs. Adorable loves the sun. bout 20 years old.
Chris. Camp leader! Biig dad type, redhead, buff, likes gardening and camping, very outdoorsy. Little awkward but great.
Small child Talise- nickname tails? .. Blind and slightly traumatized by the car crash that killed his mother and ended up with glass in his eyes, very sensitive to noise n textures. Ends up mutating tails. 6 v young n smol blocks n colourin
Shirin Parvis. Crystal boi .. trained solider/ royalty. Tried to warn people before the apoc hit and failed. Now tries to protect the small group of surviors he stumpbles across.
Zephaniah, mutation turns him into a Chameleon basically, just.. a human one. He Prefers Zeph. Big gamey Nerd- gets a pet gecko. 16. Quiet. Loves Lazar skirmish and lazers.
Moyachi, Cactus boi!! Plant bab. Loves water and has clear/lime green tinted aloe/herbal helpful blood. Spikes up at defense from bad people 18/ 19 likes drawing. Pretty grumpy and needs a break.
Colin, nicknames: Coco, Lady bug lad, who is baby trans mutation resulted in a weird Red/Orange skin condition basically. Can predict weather v accurately. Ballet/dance, 14 Likes cooking.
Hotaru , Firefly bby - Glowy bub with antenna, possibly mutates wings.. Sassy and tired. Turns nocturnal as the apoc progressed. Also becomes Colins first love <3
Zeno A Siren of sorts. DC/ hip hopper/ Lost his arm in apoc. He loooves music alot. Very purple aesthetic and checkerboards.
Liren Pichi, deaf peaches n cream aesthetic boi- Nickname Pichi. He is alone during the apoc, sneaks aboard and ship and goes missing..
Neighbours AU:
They all live on the homeworld, Ermioni.
Lesbabs:
Blake Aglaia A human with a gift of being able to put emotions into glass balls.. Red head, quite fem, but gay, sweet, but not mousy.
Lynx ?? An alien and human, the alien somewhat resides inside its host but they coexist. Sometimes goes feral. Alien half likes to go by Perse (Percy) They have cool looking saliva- viens that run down their arms that are pretty cool- sharper nails/claws. Tendrils. Large ol mouth. Lots of pointy ass teef. Lynx likes to train,go to gym, and kick ass. Big ass butch energy.
Demon fam:
Hyacinth A six-armed demon with serious parent energy. Big gardener, his body grows flowers depending on his moods/strength of emotions. Purple neck length hair. Great at comfort and cooking.
Rhys A Demon with a great curiosity about humans has a sibling, Feri. Rhys is a big nerd, but very hard to get to know. Not great with emotions, comes across a tad distant and cold without always meaning too. Loves candles and lots of autumn aesthetic.
Anthos, AKa Ant. Rhys and Hy’s accidentally created/summoned a toddler.. and hes fucking adorable.
Vato - V Hy has another bub later on who's more purpley blue with red curled horns and 4 arms.. No tail.. 4 eyes. V cute and inquisitive. Less noisy and wreckless than Ant.
Roommates:
Douglas Connelly A regular chubby human bean! Learning to become a chef. He loves food, loves cooking and also loves dancing. Hes a big guy, big cudddler, but a little shy and akward at times.
Donovan Amores Real fricking cool and smokin hot Bartender with a love for dogs. Dougs roommate. Has glowing fuckin orbs- donates his heart to a fucking god is smooth as fuck, background heavily Spanish, moved when young.
Haris Alaksim Real name (lost in translation, Huitzilopochtli God of sun and war) ) - A god whom Dono is very close with and donates his heart two one every 3 years during the day of the highest sun. He is a god / Mouros. Donovan refers to him as “Dios gentil” or “ Viejo colibrí sabio” (“El viejo colibrí sabio es un dios gentil” (The old wise hummingbird is a gentle god.)
Donovans Family
Rem (Looks after magical creatures- Cane is from Haris)
Oscar (Not sure what trinket or power but He’s just a casual store worker w/ good arms. Surprisingly good with knives- perhaps has one from Haris?)
Nicole (His only sister Makes clothes..possibly got some ability to do with seasons..? Perhaps earrings or a bracelet from Haris)
Javi (Makes jam, cute boy, wears cloaks. Maybe has a cute little jar necklace or magic jar??)
Luca (Trans bookkeeper- Talks to Haris most often and likes to ask questions..Has precious books...Possibly a special pen..)
Forest bois!!
Cypress The soul of the forest - Mentor of Rem. Very calm, very wise. Kinda like master oogway type.
Unicorn boi, Hes rare, missing a chunk of his horn. Dont hurt him. He doesnt even have a name.
Fyn. Mushroom boy. Protects a gate. Lost his twin during a human-caused fire. Very mad about it.
Fie. Bat boy. Loves fruit.
Moh. Fairy/incubus hybrid.
Tucker. Bunny boi, Best friends with Ainsley. Got some like, punk vibes about him, piercings n such. Not as soft as one would expect but still nice at heart.
Ainsley. Fawn boi, clums, shy, round glasses, Looks smart but doesn't always know stuff. Very unsure of self.
Experiment AU:
Izekiel Iris A being of Paint. Hes made of paint. He has trauma from being experimented on. Slightly depressed. Loves art, loved creating. also regresses to try to deal with said PTSD. Hard to get to know at first.
Matty (Matthew Libelle) An experiment, part human, part lizard, part dragon. Much smol. Hes fucking baby and i adore him alot please do ask anything and everything about him.
Cult bois:
-Nero Aakil (Means Genius/Orange blossom) Orange bub - Leader. Smart. Telepathic link with all cult members. V corrupted… (Parents were rich and ignorant)
-Mao Cerise Pink - Ditzy, Looks after their ‘little bird’ (aka Jey)
-Jey Michael Cherubim Fallen angel - Corrupted..desaturating and weak.. Was summoned by the cult and captured as a trophy.
-Jaden Hirav Looks after a garden of plants both harmless and some not for master. Previously Neros old pet..His The family was alright but he was moreso raised by like his mum and bro. He was kidnapped from his garden and never seen again. The cult ritual to initiate him into the group failed and he was spliced with plants making him near useless to the cult.
-Rowan maverick - Now known as Rogue- Red. Lost their tongue. Does Not follow orders to the T but gets their job done. Has another voice/god/soul looking out for them… Very assassin ready, very perceptive. Wants to get out the cult but knows theyre too far in.. Cool glowy words in the air because they don't have their tongue. Possibly only lives of medication and vitamin pills..possible OD? Possible addiction. They struggle alot with it.
P - Pax - God who watches over Rowan. Was killed by the Master but their spirt lives on.
Cato. Purple - Another smart one.. Possible Wiccan? Sadist. Mean. Tall. Scary. Abuse. Twisted. Loves being in the cult. Eventually wants to host Masters soul..
Gin Short for Ginger but the real name is Xanthe. Blind. Also another assassin like Rogue but more obedient. Doesn't talk often out of fear.
Benjamin Brandy (Benji. B) is Gins friend, Gin is trying not to get him involved in the cult but was too late as B had previously already been cursed and dealt with mythical beings..
Silver bub. Demir. A demon summoned by the cult to complete the collection. Wants out, very stressed.
Adopted AU: (This is like a mess of some of the boys but younger and in a different timeline to their universes smushed together intoa kinda cute school/adoption au idea.)
Matthew is smol autistic, malnourished and heavily abused both mentally and physically, leading to selective mutism and being a small fragile easily tired bab. He loves hanging in the library once he gets used to going to some schooling. Gets tutored by Chris? Goes to camp and helps around n has fun..
Jaden, loves the school garden, and likes science class. His family is alright, However he ends up mostly raised by his sister? Or brother?
Iz is the lil art bab, also in foster care of a big family, not so much abused but semi neglected. Quiet.
Nero is the gifted nerdy child..Parents ignorant. They love history and fictional books and reading and learning.
Benji is the slightly older kid whos possibly maybe a little behind or delayed or..something, they help out with other kids as a buddy? They like to do cooking classes.
DA AU
So this Au was like..the Septic tank births all the egos.
Angus first- He has..some kinda strength I imagine/..
Then Anti, Hen, Jackie. Marv.
Chase - He kills himself because of Glitch- also falls in the tank a second time and ends up with odd powers.
Glitch Starts off as very bad and misunderstood. Turns out they were just highly unstable and required medical treatment. Their real name is Arius and they cant stomach solid foods all the time. Mostly a liquid diet. They have glitchy fits/static seizures. Very unpleasant. Can enter tech, and its not so great, can get trapped. Can absorb certain amounts of electricity because of this they Got hit by ightning once and has epic lighting scars!! Up arms..some on neck. All over his chest and back.
Septic clone AU
Sean giving up bits of soul to make clones ends up in coma
Experiments and torture and odd shit with the egos ensues??
Minecraft AU??
Yeah i had weird ideas for a cute minecraft gang of minecrafters who had accidents involving getting merged/recded with other creatures traits ect.
Vail. -Vex / Human
Snow golom hybrid? Or Blaze?
Slimey boi
Kitsune
Panda lad.
Pokebabs au
Mainly for Matty, Iz and Blank.. were they have pokemon forms and when bonded with a human long enough can evolved into human forms??
Horned AU (With Troiseh/Glitch-in-the-static)
Shiro -Prince lad (This is their lad :3)
Junji - Battery..whump/slave/lost prince
Isao Asuka - Shiros Royal Guard
Alien AU
Hami if he were..alien instead of being a human in an apoc basically.
Angel AU stuff:
Good omens inspired boi
Leo Halvar Part..humany..demon..Cambion are according to google "In late European mythology and literature, a cambion is the offspring of an incubus, succubus, or another demon with a human, or of an incubus and succubus"
Ryan Hot archangel guy: One wing, demon hunter thing.. Good kinda reforming from a less nice lifestyle previously.
Mute angel possibly demon idk- - Latif? Emmet? Evan?
Long fringe shy boy- Cael / Lox
#list#ocs#egos#ideas#hcs#blu rambles#blus list#its fuckigng 2 am#im sorry if this makes no sense#but here are a fuck ton of lads#and a fuck ton of aus and ideas#if anyone ever wants to ask XP
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Ah yes, the og, slender-nb, soft as that one cat that feels soft when you pet it one way and like steel wool when you pet it another way(wirehair I think it is), and an actual cinnamon jelly bean. That’s you 4 right?
Yea basically jajsjshfbd
#asks#thats the best edesprivtion of ay ive eve rseen avctualyl#yiu cactually made him laugh a little bit
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Playing Hooky - Drake x MC
Summary: Why go to work when Drake can spend all his time playing with his three adorable kids?
A/N: SEE I CAN WRITE HAPPY I’ve given you a LONG fluff fic in case anyone thought I was only able to write angst and sadness. Most of its dialogue but worth for the toothache you’ll get from all the sugary sweetness.
See if you can spot a little cameo from someone familiar later on...
NB: Khoobsurat refers to a Bollywood movie starring Sonam Kapoor, the fc for Elizabeth. Trailer linked (ps there’s a broody prince whos super hot too!)
Word count: 8k its worth it I promise
Warnings: Slight implied NSFW at the very end.
Darcy Rhea Walker: Top right, Avery Sonam Walker: Top middle, yes i poached random people’s kids as my fc okay dont judge Cameron Ishaan Jackson Walker: Bottom via our very own DDT’s wife’s ig.
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TRR only: @speedyoperarascalparty , @carabeth , Drake: @fairydustandsarcasm
Monday
The first rays of sunlight had barely filtered through the curtains lining the master bedroom of the duchy of Atlantea when Drake Walker felt something soft and squishy collide against his chest. Or rather two somethings. One set of chubby hands grabbed at his face while another shook him vigorously.
‘Daaaaaddy… Daddy wake uuuup.’
Fighting a smile, Drake feigned a huge snore and as he intended, soft giggles immediately filled the bedroom.
‘Daddy you’re faking.’
‘No I’m not,’ he answered, eyes still closed.
‘Daaaaa.’ That was the sound of a hungry two year old on the brink of throwing a whiny fit.
He sighed internally, hoping for a couple moments more of sleep, before running a hand down his sleeping wife’s arm. ‘Your son is awake.’
Elizabeth barely moved. ‘Before 8am, he’s your son.’
‘Daaaadddyyyy we’re hungwy…’ That was his daughter now, she barely whined unless she was really hungry.
Forcing a grin onto his face — he didn’t really have to force it at all— Drake opened his eyes to find two dark heads perched on his chest. ‘Why I think a couple of monkeys found their way into my bed this morning,’ he began slowly, sitting up and creeping his hands towards his children. ‘Guess I’ll have to… catch them!’
He lunged forwards grabbing his two year old son Cameron and four year old daughter Avery in his arms, showering down a barrage of kisses and tickles onto their giggling faces. They were only interrupted by Elizabeth’s loud grunt of protest.
‘Let’s leave Mummy to sleep and I’ll fix you two some breakfast hmm?’ Drake suggested, getting to his feet and taking his children by the hands.
Cameron glanced back at his mother’s sleeping form and stated as-a-matter-of-factly. ‘Mummy gwumpy.’
‘I heard that.'
Drake bit back a laugh. Elizabeth Richmond-Walker wasn’t known for her affinity with mornings but he didn’t mind. He was the one that usually got them ready for the day so she could get a few extra minutes of well deserved sleep. He loved having this special time with his kids, this bubble of calm before all the craziness of the day could begin.
‘C’mon little man,’ he tugged on Cam’s pudgy hand. ‘Let's go check on your big sister.’
Darcy Rhea Walker was in almost exactly the same position as her mother, spread out eagle flat on her tummy in her bed, eyes fastened shut. Drake took a moment to savour the sight, feeling a little nostalgic as he thought of the day they'd brought her home. She had been so tiny back then and look at her now… They’d have to get her a new bed in a few months, her legs would be hanging off this one soon, thanks to Liz and his tall genes.
Hoisting Cam onto his hip, he gently shook her with one hand, ‘Darcy.’
His first born remained motionless so he tried again, this time eliciting a groan of protest not unlike her mother’s earlier.
‘Come on Darce,’ he cajoled, ‘Don’t make me let Cam at you. You know he’s just gonna jump on the bed until you wake up.’
‘Ugh Daaaaaad.’ His eldest child glared up at him. ‘Five more minutes?'
‘Hah, I’m not falling for that one again squirt. Come on up, up. You’ve got that project today remember.’
She finally relented, inching her way out of bed. ‘Ugh fine.’
Drake dropped a kiss on her head as she shuffled past him towards the bathroom. ‘Good. I’ll be downstairs making breakfast. Pancakes, your favourite. And don’t even think about getting back in bed young lady!’ he called over his shoulder.
-
‘Here you go Avie,’ Drake smiled, passing a plate of freshly made pancakes to his daughter, flicking her nose as he did so.
Avery had been their miracle baby. She’d been born premature with cleft lip and palate and for while things were touch and go with her. Thankfully it certainly helped when your godfather was a literal king and Liam had kindly seen that she’d received the best medical care possible. Four years later and one corrective surgery later, all that was left of the surgery was a small scar where they’d fused her upper lip together, she’d probably have that for the rest of her life.
It was all the more appropriate that her middle name, Sonam, meant gifted because she certainly was a gift to them. And she was quite gifted herself. At four years old, her drawings constantly littered the walls of her bedroom, playroom and both her parent’s offices and he could tell that the quiet, gentle girl had talent for music unlike anyone else her age. Drake couldn’t help but count his blessings for the most perfect little girl sitting before him
‘Thanks daddy,’ she chirped before digging in.
‘My pleasure jelly bean,’ he couldn’t help a smile. ‘You’re getting better at that. I guess those visits to the speech path are paying off huh.’
Avery had barely nodded when Cam decided to spray his apple juice all across his high chair. In the time that he took to clean that up, Darcy materialised at the table, dressed in her uniform and Drake immediately set to doing her hair as she dug in to her breakfast. Despite Elizabeth's braiding lessons, he still had a way to go and had just secured her ponytail with a matching ribbon when his wife waltzed into the kitchen, dressed for her day of meetings.
‘Morning babe,’ he greeted his wife with a grin. ‘You’re looking well rested.’
She leaned in to give him a quick kiss. ‘Mmm no thanks to you last night.’
‘Hey you weren’t complaining at the time!’
‘Maybe,’ Elizabeth returned his grin as she stole a piece of pancake from his plate. ‘Are you ready Darcy girl? Your solar system project is already in the car and if we don’t leave in,’ she checked her watch. ‘2 minutes ago, we’re gonna be late.’
Darcy let out a yelp of surprised and shot up to get her shoes as Drake watched Liz shower kisses on her other two children.
‘Good bye kiddos I’ll see you later. Drake babe, Nita will be here soon to bath Avery and Cam. I’ll pick up Darcy from school and bring her home.’
Drake caught his wife by the hips and pulled her close for a kiss. ‘You know I could stay at home and do all that.’
‘You could,’ Liz replied. ‘But you’ve got those meetings with Liam about the developments today remember?’
He groaned. ‘Yeah how could I forget.. I’m sure I could get out of them'
‘Drake Walker don’t even think of playing hooky from work..’ His wife gave him a look before grabbing her bag. ‘Darcy! Car’s leaving in 30 seconds!’ She glanced back at Drake as she walked off. ‘I’m serious, don’t even think about it..’
Drake sighed and looked down at his kids currently having a mini food fight with bananas and syrup all over their face. ‘But you guys are adorable...'
-
Eventually he had to leave for work and throughout the full day of meetings Drake couldn’t for the life of him get the image of Cameron and Avery attached to his legs, begging him not to go as he made to leave that morning.
‘Say Liam,’ he caught his best friend as they exited the meeting room. ‘You guys can manage without me for the rest of the day right?’
The king of Cordonia frowned a little. ‘I mean I guess we could. After you secured that deal, I’m sure Bertrand’s got the rest of it handled. Something wrong at home?’
’Nah,’ Drake rubbed his neck sheepishly. ‘Its just… Cam and Avie looked so sad when I left this morning since I barely got to see them last week so I was thinking…'
His best friend nodded, understanding shining in his blue eyes. ‘I get it. Go on. We’ve got this.’ Throwing a thank you across his shoulder, Drake took off in the direction of his car.
‘- know baby but Daddy will be home late today. He’s got a very important meeting today.’ Drake heard his wife’s voice echo from their lounge room as he walked down the hallway.
‘He worked all of last week,’ Darcy’s voice replied.
‘An he’s neva home to play wif us!’ That was Avery now.
‘Yeah, yeah, yeah,’ Cameron gurgled.
‘I’ll see if we can call him to talk to him later okay,’ Liz tried to placate them as she entered out into the corridor almost colliding with her husband. Drake planted a deep kiss on her surprised lips and stepped into the lounge room. ‘Did someone call?’
‘DADDY!!’
Three bundles came rushing at his legs, wrapping themselves firmly around him as he let out a loud laugh. There was no meeting worth attending would ever replace the rush that he was experiencing. He heaved all three of them into his arms and spun them around as wide grins split their giggling faces.
‘But Mummy said you were at work?’ Darcy queried.
‘I know but I missed you munchkins so much I just had to come back early,’ Drake replied, setting them onto the floor again. ‘Now who wants to go on a picnic?’
-
They ended up having dinner out in the open wide estate of Atlantea, having ridden the horses down to the riverside. In the light of the dying sun, Elizabeth leaned into her husband as they watched the kids chased each other across the field.
‘Do I wanna know what excuse you gave to Liam to be here?’ She asked dreamily, tracing lazy circles on his arm around her waist.
Drake’s chest rumbled in laughter from where it was pressed against her back. ‘I told him the truth.’
’Sure.’
He shifted to look at her. 'Did you really think I’d lie to my best friend?’
‘You’re taking advantage of his fatherhood and Liv hasn’t even given birth yet,’ she quipped before snuggling in more. ‘But I’m glad you did.’
‘Daddy! Mummy! Look the fireflies are out!’
‘Guess that’s our cue to join them?’ Liz asked.
Drake pulled his wife to her feet. ‘Come on Mrs Walker, I bet I can catch more fireflies than you.’
She grinned. ‘You’re on.'
Tuesday
ACHOO!!
A loud sneeze shook Drake out of sleep and his eyes flew wildly around the room to land on his wife who was currently in the bathroom, rubbing her nose furiously.
‘I thig Ib sick,’ she mumbled, lowering the tissue to reveal her watering eyes and red nose. ‘My head hurds. Fuck I should hab listened to you bout wearing a jacket last night.’
‘I’d say I told you so but I have a feeling that would get me in even more trouble,’ he replied, coming up to her and receiving a glare.
‘And Ib got that impordand meeding wit dhe artist’s guild doo ugh. I’ll be fine,’ Elizabeth reasoned, sniffing loudly. ‘I’ll take something and I’ll be fine.’
‘Nuh uh Liz you’re sick. You need to rest babe,’ he replied, stepping into her path and giving her his best dad look. ‘You’re staying home today.’
‘But whad bout dhat meeting?’ She began to protest but allowed her husband to lead her back to bed.
‘I’ll get Hana to send you the minutes later.’
‘The kids?’
‘I’ve got them. Avery’s playdate at 10 til 3 at Penelope's then Cam’s baby gym at 11.'
‘The charity dinner?’
Drake chuckled, tucking his wife back into bed. ‘I’m sure Atlantea will last one night without their beloved duchess. I’m gonna get you something for that headache then I’ll drop Darcy off. You just relax.’
‘Hmm okay..’ Elizabeth grumbled and was about to close her eyes when something else occurred to her. ‘Wait aren’t you going to work?’
‘Just relax babe! I’ve got this.’
-
Within the hour he had all three kids dressed, piled into the car and ready to go. Drake was just about to back out of the garage when Darcy suddenly yelled, ‘WAIT!’
He hit the brakes and they all jerked forward. ‘What?! What the hell Darcy!’
‘Daddy, Mummy said that’s a bad word,’ Avery put in.
‘Its Tuesday,’ Darcy exclaimed, eyes wide and expectant as if that was supposed to excuse her sudden outburst.
‘And?’
‘Its sports day,’ his eight year old burst out, wrenching the door open. ‘I’m in the wrong uniform!’
Moments later she was back in the car decked out in her sports gear and exactly 19 minutes later they'd pulled into the car park of Greenacre Private.
‘Bye Dad!’
‘Have a great day squirt! I’ll pick you up later,’ Drake made sure that she got safely inside the gates before turning back to the two in the backseat. ‘How about another joyride kids?’
Before Avery and Cameron could make their enthusiastic replies, a loud honk and a burst of colourful language erupted from behind them.
‘Jeez, we’re at a school for gods sake’ he shook his head.
-
‘Come on you two,’ Drake urged. ‘Quietly now.’
Realising he’d had a bit of time before dropping Avery at her playdate, he’d decided to pull by the palace to pick up his work laptop and together they tiptoed down the hallway to his office, in hopes of getting in and out unnoticed until-
‘Drake buddy! There you- You brought Cameron and Avery!’
‘Uncle Max!’ His daughter ran up to the other man who picked her up and spun her around.
‘Man why didn’t you tell me it was Bring-Your-Kid-To-Work day!’ Maxwell Beaumont exclaimed before setting down Avery and picking up Cam.
‘Its not,’ Drake replied. ‘And you don’t even have kids of your own Maxwell...’
‘Like that’s gonna stop me!’ His friend exclaimed, swinging Cameron around while making rocket noises. ‘What are you guys doing here anyway? Besides coming to see their favourite Uncle Maxwell?
Drake rolled his eyes. ‘I’m pretty sure the whole point of it is to bring your own kids. And we’re not staying long. I just came to pick up my laptop then we’ve got a full day ahead.’
‘I didn’t know you were working from home today. We’ve got that meeting with the finance committee-‘
‘Yeah.. about that, but Liz is sick today so I’ve got the kids today.’
‘You know there are babysitters for that kinda thing right?’
Drake rolled his eyes. ‘Can you cover for me or not Beaumont?’
Maxwell’s face lit up with a grin. ‘Are you playing hooky Drake?’
‘Daddy play with us,’ Cameron put in, his little brow creased in confusion.
‘Ahh I see little man. I’ll cover for your dad so well they won’t even know he’s gone,’ He winked conspiratorially . ‘Maybe I should get a disguise? Or even better a decoy!’
‘Do whatever you want Beaumont,’ Drake replied, laptop now in hand. ‘Just don’t get me in trouble for it.’
His friend raised his hand in a salute. ‘Aye, aye sir!’
-
‘Looks like it's just you and me now Little Man.’
Drake glanced in his rearview mirror after dropping Avery off for her playdate to where his son was happily munching on rusk.
He took a moment to marvel at how amazing the last two years had been since Cameron Ishaan Jackson Walker came into their lives. After two girls who he loved to death, he didn’t think he could be happier until the day Elizabeth told him she was pregnant again. That had been a surprise because unlike with Avery they hadn’t been actively trying and to be honest he’d been a little nervous about having two children within three years.
That all changed when the ultrasound results came through saying that they were having a boy. Drake had teared up at all the first ultrasounds — there was nothing like seeing the little life that he and the most amazing woman in the world has created together, growing inside — but from that moment on there was a special place in his heart for him.
When he came into the world, Cameron had certainly made his presence known with an ear splitting shriek befitting his middle name Ishaan — meaning master or lord. Everyone quickly learnt who was in charge the day Cameron came home, as coupled with his powerful cry and big hazel eyes he had everyone wrapped around his little chubby finger, Drake included.
Though Cam was still developing, Drake couldn’t help but see so much of himself in his son. His stubbornness and hardiness were especially highlighted during baby gym where he’d manage to manoeuvre himself up onto the most complicated structures. Drake couldn’t help but watch with pride as his son quickly outpaced the other kids his age in both size and abilities and for a moment wished he could slow down time just so he could savour the time with him more.
At this rate, I’ll never be going back to work, he thought wistfully to himself as he strapped the two year old in before doing the school run.
-
Once everyone was home, after dinner it was time for his favourite part of the day: bath time.
‘Mr Shark is coming closer, closer, clooooooser,’ Drake quipped, inching the shark toy towards Cameron and Avery who were pressed against one side of the tub.
‘He’s coming to eat your TOES!’ He lunged the toy at them, pretending to munch on their tiny digits as squeals of laughter filled the bathroom.
‘Having fun you three?’
Drake turned around to see his wife standing in the doorway, wrapped in her dressing gown, smiling down at them.
‘Mummy!’ The kids cried in unison, reaching their little hands towards her. ‘Daddy’s got Mr Shark on us!’
‘Is that so?’ She knelt down beside the tub. ‘Good thing I have the magical protection dolphin!’ Elizabeth whipped out another toy from the basket on the ledge and thus began an epic battle between the two.
‘Feeling better babe?’ Drake asked after the magical protection dolphin’s triumph.
His wife gave him a grateful smile and kiss on the cheek. ‘Much better. How were they today?’
He couldn’t help but grin in return. ‘Absolute angels. Avery’s play date went well and Cam dominated at baby gym today. You should see him Liz, I swear he goes for the biggest obstacles on purpose. I picked up Darcy from school - she’s in bed reading now. Helped her with maths. I told you I got this,’ he affirmed with a kiss on his wife’s head.
‘At this rate you’ll be a better housewife than me!’ Elizabeth chuckled as they each picked up a child to put to bed.
Drake took a moment to ponder her joke. ‘You know I wouldn’t mind it all that much… I mean you’re way better at all the courtly stuff than I am...'
Elizabeth raised an eyebrow at him. ‘ Nah uh Mr Walker. You’re not leaving me alone against all those crazy nobles. Who will I sneak out with?’
Wednesday
‘Morning babe!’ Elizabeth’s cheery voice filtered through the earpiece of his phone, filling their shared ensuite.
‘It must be a really good morning because for once you’re awake and out of the house before I am,’ Drake chuckled as he reached for the shaving cream.
‘Laugh it up,’ she replied sarcastically. ‘I’m calling to let you know that Darcy’s school rang. They’re pupil free today, apparently some pipe burst so they’re closing the school to fix it up.’
‘Heh she’ll be glad to hear about that.’
‘Tell me about it.’ He could practically see her rolling her eyes. ‘Hana sent me the minutes from yesterday,’ she continued, her voice taking on a serious tone. ‘And it looks like I might have to stay back late to prep for our trip tomorrow. Will you guys be okay to fend for yourselves tonight?’
‘Sure can,’ Drake replied as he jogged down the stairs.
‘Okay but just in case I’ve got some dhaal in the fridge that they can have for dinner tonight or you could whip something up?’ Elizabeth said before sighing. ‘I knew I should have made something for you guys this morning, I was up early enough.’
‘Don’t worry about it babe,’ he reassured her. ‘I’ve got this.’
‘Yep, yep, house husband of the year,’ she chuckled. ‘Nita will be there at 1 so you can have the morning with them then actually go to work for once. I’ll see you later. Love you.’
‘Love you too.’ Drake clicked off the call then stared at himself in the bathroom mirror, deliberating with himself. In less than 20 seconds, his phone was ringing again and this time it was a very apologetic Nita sorrowfully admitting she had to cancel today because she’d caught a cold.
‘Its alright,’ he placated her, trying to hide the grin that was growing. ‘Something must be going around... You rest up. I’ll take it from here.’
-
‘Morning munchkins.’
‘Hey daddy,’ Avery gave him a sleepy smile while Cam cooed from his cot. ‘You gonna work today?’
Drake knelt down beside her bed, pressing a kiss to her soft cheek. ‘Would you like it if I stayed home again today?’
‘Mmhmm,’ she nodded, wrapping her chubby arms around his neck and he nuzzled her gently with his nose, earning a little giggle.
‘What do you say we go fishing today hmm?’
His daughter’s face clouded over as she shook her head. ‘Daddy I’m scared…'
‘I’ve got you jellybean.’ He reassured her, gently patting her hair. 'I’ll be with you the whole time and we’ll all be wearing life jackets. I won’t let you fall.’
Avery fixed her big brown eyes on him in a serious stare. ‘Promise?’
‘I promise.’
-
‘Dad! Dad! I think I got one!’
‘Reel it in Darce! You’ve got this!’
Decked out in matching life jackets, all four of them were seated on the jetty over the small river that ran through Atlantea, Darcy’s shrieks of excitement echoing off the valley surrounding them.
Watching the intense look of concentration on her face, her tongue protruding out from her lips a little, Drake marvelled at how quickly she’d picked this up. Darcy held a special place in his heart — he’d say that for all his kids because it was true, they did — but with Darcy he’d become a father, something he’d never thought he’d get a chance to be.
For a long time, he’d resigned himself to a lifetime of solitude but that all changed the moment Elizabeth had walked into his life. He thought he’d never be happier than the day he married the love of his life until the moment he’d his daughter's first cry in the delivery room. She’d looked so small and fragile in his big arms and he swore on his life that he’d do anything to protect her.
Although she was a lot like her mother, in so many ways right down to the looks she gave him, Drake could see so much of himself in Darcy. She had inherited his love for the outdoors for one, and he was more than happy to indulge it - she could already put up a tent faster than he could, she was mastering fishing right before his very eyes and of course, in true Walker style, make the perfect s’more. He’d happily taught her everything he knew and he was proud to see her surpass him in no time. Darcy had recently taken up soccer, to his delight and most days after work and school were spent outside with him teaching her all the skills his own father had taught him. Drake had a feeling that wherever he was, Jackson Walker would be smiling down at them and he only wished he could have been there to see it for himself.
‘Hah!’ Darcy’s cry of triumph brought him out of his reflection and he glanced over to see her holding a small but impressive fish wiggling on the end of her pole. ‘Look!’
‘Great job squirt! Avie, Cam come see what Darcy caught,’ he beckoned the other two over.
Cam happily toddled up, barely able to keep his balance wearing the life vest while Avery inched her way forward, her own rod untouched, keeping a wary eye on the water flowing beneath them.
‘Come on Ave, its not that scary,’ He reassured her, reaching behind him to stretch out a hand to his daughter.
No sooner had the words left his mouth there was a small splash and he whipped his head around to see Darcy shrieking out her brother’s name and pointing to the water below them. Drake immediately jumped in after his son and in a matter of seconds had scooped him out. The current was pretty slow and the water wasn’t very deep but it must have been quite a scare a scary for the toddler as he began to yell loudly as soon as he was back in his father’s arms. He immediately raked him over for any cuts or bruises and when he found none, hugged the little boy to his chest, relief throbbing in his veins.
‘You’re okay little man, you’re okay,’ Drake soothed, unsure if he was talking to his son or himself. ‘Pass me a towel Darcy and lets pack up. I think we’ve had enough fishing for one day.’
That afternoon as the little boy slept on his chest, Drake gently ran a big hand over his back. If anything had happened to Cameron, he would have never forgiven himself. That was the same for either of the girls too. He glance at their sleeping forms tucked up next to him in his and Elizabeth’s bed. He’d gotten so caught up in the moment, that he’d lost focus and little Cam had almost paid the price for his mistake and he vowed never to be so careless again.
-
‘Daaaad did you find it?’
'I think we’re out of naan bread squirt. Will regular bread do?’ Drake replied, riffling through the contents of their fridge, Cameron hoisted on one hip. The toddler had seems to have recovered from his earlier shock and was happily tugging on his father’s hair.
‘Ugh I suppose so,’ his daughter replied with a tone far beyond her age. Paired with an exasperated look and her freshly washed hair bundled up in a towel, Darcy looked a picture of Elizabeth. ‘And its just naan, not naan bread.'
He spun around to regard her. ‘Hang on missy I think I’ve got a few years before the terrible teens get here.’
‘I really want naan Dad. Can’t we just make it? Mum does so it can’t be that hard.’
Drake laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. ‘I think that’s a little above my skill level Darce.’
‘Please Dad. We gotta at least try. You’re always saying we can’t give up so easily.. Pleaseee,’ she pleaded with him, her big brown eyes taking a pathetic look before pointing to her brother in the high chair. ‘Even Cameron wants naan.’
‘Naan!’ His son announced happily, completely unaware that his oldest sister was taking full advantage of him.
Drake thought for a moment then conceded. ‘You kids… Alright Darce you find Mum’s recipe and I’ll get the ingredients. Avie watch over Cam.’
Forty-five minutes later, they were no closer to achieving their task than when they started.
‘Easy on the mixing Darce!’ Drake cautioned but it was too late and their third attempt at making the Indian bread exploded in a powder cloud that filled the air. He took a moment to survey the flour and yoghurt stained countertop utensils and more ingredients strewn around the kitchen. He looks down at their first attempt, a sorrowful bowl of stringy dough that was supposed to have been cooking on the iron skillet but had disintegrated on first touch. Avery and Cameron were perched on the high chairs, giggling as they played in the remnants of the flour with little dough people they’d made while Darcy… Darcy would need another shower as her damp hair was covered in the snowy powder as he was sure his was and Drake knew he had to admit defeat.
‘On second thought, I’ll just get you guys takeout. But on one condition..’ he looked each of his children in the eye. ‘We do not speak a word of this to your mother.’
‘You got it Dad.’ Darcy even had the gall to wink at him.
Thursday
‘I’m calling Hana and telling her I can’t go.’
‘Babe we’ll be fine, I promise.’
Elizabeth fixed her husband with a steely look. ‘My son fell into the lake and now he’s down with a cold Drake. All while his father was supposed to be watching him. How can I just leave like this?’
Drake winced. His blunder was still fresh in his mind and it didn’t help that Elizabeth had been kept up all night looking after Cameron the night before her trip to Italy. ‘I’ll keep my eyes on him every second of the day. He won’t even sneeze without me knowing it.’ He cringed internally, realising his mistake too late.
‘He shouldn’t even be sneezing at all,’ his wife shot back, letting him know by her tone that he was not going to live this down for a very, very long time. ‘I can’t believe you would be so irresponsible Drake! How could you let this happen to our son? He could have drowned. The current could have been stronger, the water could have been deeper. One false move and he might have died!’
‘But he didn’t okay?!’ Drake cut in. ‘He didn’t! I jumped in right after him and got him out right away. He’s fine.'
Elizabeth stared at him. ‘Yeah sure he’s fine this time but what about next time? How can I trust you after this?’
He hung his head in shame. ‘I know. But I promise I’ll-‘
‘I can’t leave like this. They’ll have to manage without me,’ Elizabeth wasn’t hearing any of it as she riffled through her bag for her phone.
’No! Elizabeth don’t,’ Drake lunged for the device.
She had been preparing for this trip for the last month to negotiate certain tax reforms with on imports and if she missed this trip it would be a major setback to Liam’s overall development scheme for Cordonia.
‘You need to go to this. You’ve been preparing for so long and its just a couple of days. We’ll be fine. Cam will be fine. And I’ll-‘
‘You will go to work!’ She replied sharply, holding up a threatening finger. ‘And leave my poor kids alone. Nita’s all better and she’s medically trained so she can look after Cam. All you need to do is take Avery to her speech therapy appointment and pick up Darcy from soccer training. Do I make myself crystal clear?’
Drake nodded solemnly and when Elizabeth deduced that he looked suitably apologetic, she held her hand out.
‘Gimme my phone and get out of my way. I’ve got a plane to catch.’
-
True to his word, Drake marched himself to the palace and resigned himself to a whole day of paperwork that had piled up over the week. He was about two-thirds through the enormous stack when his phone began to ring. It was Nita.
‘Your Grace, its time for Cameron to take his medication but the Her Grace didn’t mention where she’d kept it. I looked all over but I couldn’t find it.’
He slapped a hand to his forehead. ’Shit sorry Nita. I should have remembered I gave him the last dose before I left this morning. I’ll pick some up and come home now.’
‘Its fine Your Grace I can pick some up myself,’ the nanny began to say but was cut off by the sound of Cameron wailing in the background.
Drake’s heart sank a little at the sound, knowing that the little boy was sick because of him. ‘Its fine,’ he rectified. ‘I’m pretty much done here anyway, I’m coming now.’
Clicking off the call, he shoved the rest of his papers into his briefcase and was out the door in seconds.
-
Cameron’s pained cries reached his ears the moment Drake walked through the door with the medicine. Rushing into the kitchen, he found his son mid-tantrum in the arms of his nanny. Unbidden he immediately opened the medicine and measured out the right dose.
‘Oh Your Grace, thank goodness,’ Nita gasped, taking the syringe from him and guiding it to Cameron’s mouth. The screaming toddler refused to take the syringe, instead spraying it all over his matronly nanny.
Drake reached for the syringe. ‘Here, let me try.’
Nita gratefully passed Cameron over before ducking out. Drake cuddled his son, running a hand down his small back as he tried to reciprocate the soothing noises Elizabeth usually made. And it worked. In a few moments, the two-year-old’s cries had been reduced to quiet sobs and Drake kissed his sweaty forehead.
‘Its alright little man. Daddy’s got you. You just missed your dad thats all. Now lets try this again,’ he suggested, raising the refilled syringe to his son’s mouth.
Not long after the medicine had been administered, Cameron was asleep and Drake bent over the cot, poised to place him inside when his son gave out a small whine in his sleep, clutching his shirt, unwilling to let go of him. He sighed and settled onto the couch, Cam on his chest and his computer on his lap in the hope of getting through some of that paperwork.
-
‘Daddy, Daddy wake up. Nita said its time fer my appoime.’
‘Huh?’ Drake glanced around still in a daze not realising he’d nodded off himself until his daughter was shaking him awake gently. Cameron had disappeared, probably with his nanny in the kitchen by the sounds of it. Glancing at his watch, he shot up.
‘Dammit Avery we’re late!’
Fifteen minutes later, Drake was rushing through the halls of the clinic, painfully aware that he was at least fifteen minutes late. ‘Avery Walker. She’d here for her usual appointment with Dr Chang,’ he told the receptionist as his heart hammered in his chest from the exertion from running.
‘Dr Chang is on paternity leave but there’s a slot with Dr Windsor our newest speech pathologist available if you want?’ The young man informed him.
‘Yeah let's go with that,’ Drake answered in relief, his life momentarily flashing before his eyes at the thought of how mad Elizabeth would have been if he managed to stuff this up too. He had barely dropped into the chair when-
‘Avery? Avery Walker?’
Drake picked his head up to see an attractive brunette with a clipboard entering the small waiting room, scanning the room until her gaze landed on him.
‘Ahh Duke Drake Walker I believe?’ She approached them with a pleasant smile on her face, her intelligent brown eyes sweeping over him appreciatively.
‘Um yeah,’ he mumbled, confused.
The young woman’s smile grew and Drake noticed a pair of dimples appearing. ‘I’m Dr Crystal Windsor. I’ll be running Avery’s speech session today.’
‘Nice to meet you.’ He had not been expecting a ‘Dr Windsor’ to be so young. Or attractive for that matter...
‘And I’m Avewy!’ His daughter chimed in, saving him from his awkwardness.
Dr Windsor laughed, a sound like tinkling crystal, befitting her name. ‘Of course you are. Now lets see how you’ve been going hmm?’
The young speech pathologist seemed to elicit the best responses from his daughter and Drake was quite impressed with Avery’s improvement in that hour long session alone.
‘Now make sure you practice those ‘puh!’ sounds Avery,’ Dr Windsor reminded her as the session grew to a close before turning to Drake, her lips curving up into a smile automatically, dimples on full display. ‘Your daughter has made impressive progress with that cleft lip. Better than most kids her age with that same condition. Regular practice of her sounds and phonetically sounding out words should see this improvement continue.'
Drake nodded studiously as he helped Avery with her jacket. ‘Thanks doc.’
‘Please,’ she placed a soft hand on his arm, her dark eyes dancing a little as they found his. ‘Its just Crystal. Here's my card. Don't hesitate to reach out if you need anything at all.’
Catching her obvious message, Drake reached out and took the small piece of paper she handed him, nodding in thanks. ‘Thanks, I’m sure my wife will be in touch if we do.’ He didn’t wait to see her face fall a little and caught his daughter’s hand. ‘C’mon Avie lets go get your sister.'
-
‘How was training squirt?’ Drake called his daughter as she climbed into the car from the soccer pitch, receiving only a slam of the door in response. ‘That bad huh?’
Darcy didn’t respond, a dark look over her face and he decided not to push. Later in the night after dinner, Drake tried again, knocking on the door to her room.
‘Darce, what’s up?’
‘I don’t wanna talk about it,’ came the response.
He tried again. ‘Come on squirt, you know you can talk to me about anything.’
‘Go away!'
Drake sighed, wishing Elizabeth was here. She was better at handling things like this. He was just about to walk away when something occurred to him. ‘Okay you don’t have to talk to me but at least come watch a movie with us?’
‘But its a school night..’ His daughter’s hesitant voice came through the door.
The corner of his lips perked up. ‘I won’t tell if you won’t.. And we could watch Khoobsurat…'
There was silence on the other side of the door as Drake tempted her with her favourite Bollywood movie. Moments later it swung open.
‘The whole movie?’
‘Every second,’ he replied with a wink.
By the time the main protagonist, Millie had managed to knock over the antique suit of armour, Darcy was laughing out loud with her brother and sister. Despite the obvious language barrier, Drake loved to watch them laugh at Millie’s silly antics and he couldn’t help but see some of his and Liz’s relationship in the plot: The annoyingly optimistic stranger who basically irritated the dark broody prince into loving her and changing his entire outlook on life. Now that sounded familiar didn’t it?
Drake certainly wasn’t a prince but he was grateful to have his very own Millie and for the three beautiful children they had made together.
Friday
A loud drumming on the windows woke Drake up from his sleep and he glanced around in momentary confusion until it occurred to him that it was raining, storming in fact. Glancing down, his heart melted at the sight of Cameron sleeping on his chest with the two girls curled up on either side of him.
If only Elizabeth were here too, the scene would be perfect, he mused, lifting his arm lazily to check his watch. Precisely two minutes until Darcy had to be at school. Drake shifted, too comfortable to move. Ehh.. she can have the day off...
The rain was still pouring down just as hard when Drake placed a soccer ball at Darcy’s feet in the ballroom of the Atlantean manor. All of the kids had been fed and changed for the day and Drake had just managed to spring the truth from his daughter that she’d been embarrassed when one of the boys on her team - the goalie - had told her she’d never make the team next year because she ‘kicked like a girl’.
A bolt of fury shot through him but it was her pleading look that had kept him firmly in his chair. Drake was particularly mad because he knew how much Darcy loved soccer and how good she’d been getting recently in their practice sessions. He didn’t have the heart to see her give up just because some boy told her she wasn’t good enough..
‘I told you Dad. I’m not playing soccer.’ She told him stubbornly, crossing her arms. They were currently standing in the empty ballroom in the manor where Drake was setting up makeshift goal posts on either end.
‘I know I know. Just kick the ball squirt.’ Darcy gave it a half hearted nudge causing him to shake his head.
‘C’mon Darce I know you can be better than that. Try again.’ He took a few paces backwards. ‘Pretend I’m Brian. Kick the ball and try and get it past me.’
Darcy hesitated and gave the ball a sharper tap.
‘Darcy... I know you can do better than that,’ Drake cajoled. They repeated the exercise again with only marginally better results.
‘No I can’t!’ His daughter yelled, hot tears pouring down her face. ‘I’ll never be able to get past him.’
‘Not like that you’re not. Come here squirt.’ He motioned for Darcy to come closer and knelt down to get a better view of her face. ‘I’m going to tell you what my dad said to me when I was your age. He told me, If you want something, its up to you to go get it. It's not always going to be easy, nothing worth having ever is. You’re going to have people like Brian tell you that you’re too small or you can’t kick hard enough. You gotta keep pushing Darce. Keep trying again and again because thats you prove them wrong. Besides I know you’d love to see him take a ball to the face next week right?’
That made her giggle and when Drake was satisfied that she looked suitably cheered up, got to his feet and gestured for her to try again. This time her shot was much better and they continued to practice, Drake giving her tips here and there while Cameron and Avery cheered her from the sidelines.
Face set in determination, the tip of her tongue protruding a little from her pursed lips, Darcy wound up and with almighty kick sent the ball sailing high into the air in the direction of the goalposts. Her shot however went higher than anyone expected, grazed the old crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Everyone was frozen as they watched it swung wildly and a few shards came tinkling down.
Drake laughed uneasily. ‘I think you’ve convinced the chandelier Darce. But for safety’s sake I think we better take this outside next time.' His daughter nodded in agreement but he couldn’t hide the sense of pride that filled him.
Like father, like daughter right?
-
An hour later, Drake collapsed on the grass, all three kids following suit, landing on his chest as they panted hard to catch their breath.
‘I don’t know about you kids but I’m ready for a nap.’
‘Daddy nooooo!’ Avery whined. ‘We haven played puzzles yet or done hair or painted nails!’
‘Vroom, vroom,’ Cameron put in, slamming his toy car into his father’s side decisively.
‘Ouch okay, okay,’ he conceded then looked at their collective muddy clothes. ‘Lets get you guys cleaned up first.’
-
On the doorstep of her home, Elizabeth Walker was digging through the contents of her bag looking for her keys when something tickled her ears. Is that... Darcy? She frowned, checking her watch. She should still be at school. Sure enough her daughter’s laugh reached her ears followed by the deeper sound of her husband.
Finally managing to getting the door open, she wandered into the house following the sounds and her eyes widened at the sight she found. Their lounge room had been transformed into a pillow fort palace, couch cushions and blankets strewn across the space. Darcy was laughing and jogging around the room closely pursed by Avery and Cameron who were currently straddled across on the back of their father who was on his hands and knees, rearing like a horse.
At the sight of her husband, Elizabeth’s mouth dropped open. Never in their ten years of marriage did she ever think she’d see the day when Drake Walker had sparkly pink hair clips and elastics in his hair, holding his brown locks up in haphazard waterspout. Looking down she realised that his nails had also been painted metallic purple.
‘Mummy’s home!’ Avery’s joyful announcement broke her out of her trance and all four heads turned to look at her. In a second, the kids had leaped off their father’s back and came rushing at her, wrapping their pudgy arms around her legs.
‘Hey darlings,’ she planted kissed on their heads before addressing her eldest. 'Darcy! What are you doing here? Are you supposed to be at school?'
‘Dad gave me the day off!’ Her daughter beamed enthusiastically. 'And we practiced soccer in the ballroom!’
‘You did what now?’
‘It was so cool Mum! You should have seen me kick! The ball went like woah then the chandelier went like..’ Darcy mimed the ball’s trajectory complete with a sound that sounded suspiciously like broken glass. ‘Then it went right into the goal!'
‘I’m sure everything is completely intact and nothings broken,’ Elizabeth replied dryly, raised a deliberate eyebrow at her husband.
Drake merely shrugged, kissing his wife on the cheek. ‘What can I say? She’s a Walker.’
-
After the kids were safely in bed, Elizabeth plopped down onto the couch beside her husband who handed her a glass of whiskey from which she took an appreciative sip.
‘Would I be right to say that you didn’t go into work at all this week Drake?’
‘That’s not true,’ he replied sheepishly. ‘I went in for a little bit.’
‘Oh Drake, what am I going to do with you?’ She shook her head lightly.
‘Let me stay home more often maybe?’ His dark eyes twinkled at her.
Elizabeth cuddled in closer to his side and his arm came around her. ‘I’m glad you had a good time with the kids…. How was Avery’s speech session?’
‘Yeah it was good. She and he's like it was good but they gave her a different speech therapist this time..'
Beside him, Drake felt Elizabeth’s body stiffen just a little. 'Crystal Windsor right? The one with the dimples?’
‘Yeah thats her.'
Elizabeth shifted out of his embrace to reach for the bottle of whiskey. 'What did you think of her?'
'She's nice I guess... Good with Avery. Don't think I've seen her respond so well before. Why?’ He asked, quizzically.
’No reason,’ she replied, taking a deep draught.
Realisation sparked in him and he leaned forward. ‘Richmond... are you... jealous?'
'No.. Why would I be jealous?’ She laughed shakily, caught off guard by the use of her maiden name.
Drake raised an eyebrow and watched his wife’s dark skin flush a little shade of pink from behind her glass. ‘You so are.’
‘Am not!’
‘I’ve been married to you for a decade Liz. I know your tells.’ ‘
Fine,’ his wife conceded. ‘It just… Its been 10 years and…'
‘And..?’
‘Nothing I’m just being immature,’ she replied.
‘Liz,’ he tipped her head to look at him. ‘If its bothering you I wanna know.’
‘I was just thinking about Thursday and how I yelled at you about Cam… I’m.. I’m afraid you’ll lose interest,’ she admitted, eyes sliding down from his. ‘In me... Say we were having this really big ongoing fight, like a build up of things that finally exploded… What’s to stop you from running off with someone like Crystal Windsor… I know I’m not-‘
‘I’m going to stop you right there,’ Drake interrupted. ‘Every couple goes through a few rough patches here and there and believe me I deserved it yesterday but that’s no reason to throw in the towel just like that. We love each other and we’re willing to fight for us no matter what’s thrown at us. I told you: you’re my wife, my family, my whole world. You’ve given me three beautiful children. I have no reason to want anyone else but you.’
‘Drake..’ Elizabeth started to reply but he cut her off with a finger to her lips, his dark eyes carrying a spark of heat that ignited a fire in her belly.
‘Our three little tots may be heavy sleepers,’ he gently guided her back down to the couch, hands slipping under her clothes. ‘But you better be quiet coz I’m gonna prove to you that you’re the only woman in the world for me.’
Elizabeth couldn’t help but capture his lips in a deep passionate kiss that left her breathless. She was lost in the sensation of his lips on her neck and fingers tracing their way towards her centre until something occurred to her.
'Drake wait,’ she groaned.
He lifted his head in alarm. 'What is it? Too much?'
Elizabeth shook her head and looked right into his eyes. 'Next time you play hooky from work, I want in.'
Drake’s mischievous smile was the last thing she saw before she gave into the ecstasy. 'You got it baby.'
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“Sandra wasn’t in today,” Oz explained. “And not to be all John Travolta in Grease or anything, but...” Eyes like glass moons, he looked over at the other, smiling demurely.
Oz was no stranger to bursting into song. His mother had a fond affection for movie musicals and greatly encouraged her tiny duet partner to express himself. (Osiris was indirectly named after the Judy Garland classic.) He’d practice his tap dance routine as he set the table, the aroma of macaroni béchamel wafting happily from the oven. His father wasn’t as encouraging of his seven-year-old. An impatient stomach and Osiris' past incidents with heirloom glassware made it near impossible. Oz could never compare to his talented father. His father looked and sounded like a dream. It was no wonder Hapi Zahir had caught his mother’s eye. They had met at a showing of Footloose in ‘84, in the kind of meet-cute that people wrote screenplays about, the kind of divine happenstance that could fuel a child’s idealistic perception of love for the rest of his life.
Osiris sighed and lay down on the floor, contentedly keeping his croaky vibrato in its cage. The room’s tilt settled and his jelly-like limbs finally solidified into something real. But still, he wanted more. He dug his fingers into the carpet. “She’s my therapist,” Oz reminded his friend. “I think she went on vacation. Barbados or Jamaica. Somewhere like that.” Tufts of lint caught at the jagged edges of his nails. “Maybe you can be my therapist for the day." With a soft snort of laughter, Osiris placed his hands behind his head. A certified therapist needing therapy. Revolutionary.
“Sometimes you just need a stern face and an 'Osiris, maybe you shouldn’t call your mother three times a day.’ But I can’t bother Sandra, and I still don’t know what to do about my parents’ anniversary,” he explained. “I mean, I am going. I can’t not go. But...” The impending scenario drew across the ceiling. He saw his parents’ smiling faces, heard the inevitable questions about his love life. He saw his dash to the bathroom medicine cabinet and the mark on his palm from the childproof cap growing redder and redder. He swallowed. ”Hey, do you think you could go with me?” Oz sat up, gently rubbing at his temple. “It’s just for the weekend. It’ll be painless, I promise.”
#open indie rp#indie rp#open starter#open rp#drug abuse mention#hear ye hear ye damaged boy needs friends#oz thread.#oz open.#open.#this is kind of long and i already regret
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