#the boardwalk with cove
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swap au: the boy across the street is Baxter, the boy who lives far away but is still your friend is Cove, and the boy who comes for but one summer is Derek.
When I tell you the powerful and immediate urge I had to rewrite the entire dang game with this ... this is so much fun, thank you!!!
You could hear the new neighbors moving in at your spot behind your house. You'd thought about taking a peek to see what kind of people they were like, but decided to stay out of the way, watching clouds on the poppy hill instead. With how nosy your moms had been after the "for sale" sign disappeared, you'd be learning about them soon enough.
After a while, the clouds stopped holding your attention and you stood, looking for a new activity. Before you knew it, you were making your way to the shore -- there was always something to do there.
When you arrived, the typically empty beach wasn't quite as empty as it usually was. Up near the path, away from the water but still on the sand, was a boy. He looked to be your age, maybe a little older. He hadn't heard you approach, and was instead staring straight ahead at the ocean.
"Hi," you said, and you quickly broke whatever spell he was under. "I haven't seen you around before."
"That would be because I just moved here," he said. He pulled on the hem of his shirt, then smiled at you, extending a hand. "My name is Baxter Ward."
At the time, you thought it was weirdly formal, something grown-ups did to greet each other, not kids. But over time, as you got to know him and all his quirks, you looked back at the moment fondly.
That summer, he became your best friend.
You took to each other immediately, and if you had it your way you would've have spent every waking minute together. Sometimes Baxter couldn't hang out though -- he didn't talk about it much, but he seemed sad sometimes when he talked about his parents, and the few times you spoke with them you got the feeling they didn't like you very much.
But Baxter, as oddly formal as he was, wasn't afraid to break rules. And after a meeting between his parents and yours that didn't seem to go so well, your moms were quick to welcome him whenever he wanted to come over. You were able to get close.
By the time the summer was over, you could hardly remember what life was like before he came into it.
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Five years later, you were 13, and Baxter was still your best friend. He went to a private school while you went to the public one, and from what little he told you about it, he didn't really have friends there. It was a boring place to be, he told you, and he'd much rather be spending time with you than with those spoiled rich kids.
He never bothered noting that he was also a spoiled rich kid.
One day, the two of you were in your bedroom, wasting away a day together. He was lying comfortably on your bed and you were sitting at the foot of it, leaned against the window he regularly used for secret visits -- when he didn't want to hear his parents complain about him spending so much time with you, he found it easier to just slip away unnoticed.
"There's a boy coming over today," he mentioned, ending a comfortable silence. "I think you'll find him interesting."
"If you think he's interesting, then I'm officially scared," you teased.
He smirked in response. He was proud.
Over the past few months, Baxter had started getting more experimental with his fashion. He'd always dressed a bit preppy, and that hadn't changed much, but now he was moving towards clothes that were only black and white. He'd shown you a few more alternative pieces he'd ordered, things that matched the color scheme but were a little more out there, but he hadn't had the nerve to wear them out yet.
"He's the son of a business partner of my father's," he explained of the mystery boy. "I've met him a few times before, he's very shy."
"Then why do you think I'll think he's interesting?" you asked.
"He's also very cute."
You blushed, and he laughed.
You'd had a crush on him for a while, and you couldn't tell if he knew, or if he might like you back, but it was certainly clear that he enjoyed teasing you about anything even remotely related to dating. It always flustered you, but he enjoyed that, too.
He opened his mouth to say anything else, but before he could, the door to your room opened and Liz popped her head in.
"Some kid is at the door asking for you," she told Baxter. "I didn't realize you'd officially moved in."
"Thank you for the warm welcome, sis," he said easily, then stood and looked at you.
"Let's go," he said. "That would be the boy of the hour."
He held out a hand to help you off the bed, and, blushing again, you took it. There was that smirk again, but this time he chose to let it go.
When you went downstairs and to the door, you saw the boy had retreated back towards the street, looking uncomfortable. He was tall and gangly with bright green hair and glasses, and Baxter had been right -- he was cute.
"Cove!" your friend called out brightly, leading you over for an introduction. The boy, Cove, held up his hand in a slight wave. He was nervous.
But as awkward as Cove was, he managed to work his way into your cozy little friend group of two, turning it into a trio.
At one point during the summer, you and Cove had exchanged phone numbers. His father -- his parents were divorced and he lived in another neighborhood with his dad -- was much more easygoing than Baxter's parents, so you were able to visit him quite a bit.
You were even invited over for a sleepover, which Baxter had been surprised about. He'd reacted strangely when you told him about it, it seemed -- you weren't sure if he was upset that his parents had never let you stay over, or if it was something about you getting close to Cove. But in the end, he'd put on his old friendly smile and told you to have fun.
When your moms dropped you off at Cove's house, he greeted you at the door and invited you in, as awkward as the day you had met.
"It was my dad's idea, to ask you to stay over," he explained as you made your way to his room to hang out. "Not that I don't want you to stay over! It was just his idea is all."
"Why would he want me to stay over?" you asked.
He turned to face you as you came to a stop in his bedroom, but he kept his eyes down. He started rubbing his arm, a nervous tick you'd picked up on pretty quickly.
"I don't ... I mean, I don't really have many friends, I guess," he said. "My dad wants me to have more. I think he worries about it."
"Why didn't you ask Baxter?"
"My dad doesn't like his dad," he said.
That made sense to you. You didn't like Baxter's dad either.
Cove didn't live in your neighborhood, but he still lived near a beach. You walked there together and spent most of the evening there, and when you went back, his dad had cooked you dinner.
Throughout the day, he had loosened up, but when it was time for bed, he started getting shy again. His father had laid out two sleeping bags side by side on the living room floor, and after you both got into them, he didn't say a word.
"Cove?" you asked.
He didn't say anything. You turned to face him, sure he hadn't been able to fall asleep that quickly. In the faint light coming in from the kitchen, you saw his eyes wide open, and maybe a tiny bit of color on his cheeks.
"Are you all right?"
He turned his head toward you slightly, not enough to make eye contact, and said, "Yeah."
It wasn't very convincing.
It was your turn to stay quiet -- you weren't sure what to say. Then, without further prompting, he turned to face you too. He met your eyes.
"I get nervous around you," he said plainly. "More than other people. That's why I don't say stuff sometimes."
"Oh," you replied. Then, "Why?"
He shrugged, a decidedly non-romantic gesture, but it still tugged at your heartstrings.
He ended up changing the subject, and you laid there together for a long time, whispering about what you'd done that day and what you wanted to do tomorrow, what you wanted to do with your lives. It was nice, and when you finally fell asleep, you thought maybe you could see Cove being in your life for a long time.
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Five more years went by, and more big changes came with them.
Baxter was your best friend and still your neighbor -- for the time being. You'd graduated high school and were now adults, and you knew he was desperate to get out of his parents' home.
Cove was still important to you, though you'd been seeing him less and less. His father had cut professional ties with Baxter's, and there was a bit of bad blood there. He'd also decided he wanted to go to college to study marine biology, which was no big surprise, but it did mean that a lot of his free time went to studying.
You weren't sure what exactly you wanted to do, but at the beginning of the summer, an opportunity for a quick adventure before diving into real adulthood presented itself, almost literally on your doorstep.
Gossip spread easily in Sunset Bird, and your moms had heard that the newly vacant condo next door to Baxter's house had been rented. They were eager to see who was coming into the neighborhood, but because they had to leave for work before anything happened, they asked you and Baxter, who was almost always over, to keep an eye out.
Baxter agreed before you could say anything. He'd always done anything your moms asked. You thought it was because he was thankful that they'd unofficially adopted him as their third child.
The two of you settled outside on your front step, waiting and chatting idly about some nonsense he'd made up about who the new neighbor would be. He was really getting into the details when a cab pulled up across the street, and a guy who looked to be about your age stepped out.
"This is not what I expected," Baxter whispered to you before letting his mouth hang open.
You watched as the newest resident of your tiny town moved to the back of the car, opening the trunk and easily pulling out a suitcase. He was all muscles and tan skin and had such a big smile as he tipped the driver. The cab left, and the stranger must have felt your eyes on him, because he turned to you then and smiled even wider.
"Hey, neighbors!" he called out, sounding as friendly as he looked. He started making his way over, and you saw bright green eyes twinkling at you.
Baxter stood, sticking his hand out to help you up. You took it, and he used his other hand to smooth his black and white hair.
"My name's Derek," the guy said holding out a hand to you the same way Baxter had when you first met him ten years before. You shook it, and he smiled directly at you before moving to shake your friend's hand as well.
You and Baxter introduced yourselves, then Baxter asked, "So, Derek, what brings you into our tiny neck of the woods?"
"I'm on vacation," he answered. "Well, kind of. I play college soccer, and there's a coach in the city that's really good, I'm going to work with him this summer. My parents wanted me to have an actual vacation too though, so ..."
He finished his thought by gesturing to his condo.
"I see," Baxter said, and you could hear it in his voice already -- he was turning the charm on. "Well, you know what they say about all work and no play. If you ever feel the need to play, don't hesitate to find us."
Ten years of friendship, and Baxter could still make you blush. If Derek was taken aback by his forwardness, he didn't show it -- instead, he laughed openly.
"I'll keep that in mind," he said. You thought you saw him sneak a glance at you as his smile turned smaller, but you weren't sure.
You learned quickly that Derek was serious about his work. He left for long stretches to go into the city for his private training, and you frequently saw him out for runs around the neighborhood.
But he also, it seemed, had taken a liking to you.
One evening, he knocked on your door. You were home alone, so naturally you were the one to answer, and he was there, as always, with a big grin on his face.
"Hey!" he said. "I totally get if you have plans, but if not I thought I'd come check to see if you wanted to hang out?"
"I'm free," you told him.
"Cool. Do you wanna come over?"
When you paused, he quickly continued, telling you, "Oh no, I'm not ... I'm not trying to ... do you like video games?"
A few minutes later, you were sitting next to Derek on his couch, starting up a game of MarioKart.
His composure regained, he said, "I hope you know I'm not going to take it easy on you."
"Why would I think you'd take it easy on me?" you laughed, looking at the tv to choose your character.
"Pretty people always think they can get their way."
That stopped you in your tracks. You glanced over at him, and he was smiling at you.
"You would know," you replied, trying to return the compliment.
As you played, you both found little ways to get closer to each other. Once he scooted over to show you which button to press to do a certain move, and soon after you'd done the same, pretending like you'd forgotten.
After a particularly intense race, it happened -- you finally beat Derek. He'd stayed true to his word and hadn't taken it easy on you, beating you time after time, but now, you'd bested him.
You stood up enthusiastically, cheering for yourself, and ever the gentleman, he stood up as well to cheer along with you.
The next thing you knew, he had his strong arms around your waist, and yours had gone up around his neck. He leaned in a bit, then paused.
"I like you," he said softly, "and I think it would be nice to kiss you. But I'm going back to college in a couple of months, and --"
"A couple of months is enough for me," you told him.
He smiled again, then kissed you. It was gentle and sweet, and over far too soon.
"I'm thinking I should probably make a little bit more time this summer for playing," he said, giving you a smirk that could almost rival Baxter's.
#our life beginnings and always#our life#olba#baxter ward#cove holden#derek suarez#our life baxter#our life cove#our life derek#i cannot emotionally handle how much i love this#imagine the ghost moment with baby baxter#the rv moment with baxter#the boardwalk with cove#mountain scene with derek#DEREK'S GOODBYE ARE YOU KIDDING
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Anniversary Present (Oneshot)
My Writing Masterpost
Warnings: slight dubcon, manipulation, minor character death, blood, past stalking
“I’m hungry,” complained Victor.
Henry glanced at the vampire, then into his side mirror. “I’m driving.”
“So pull over.”
“I can’t,” he protested. “There’s no place to park.” They had circled the lot once already, but there were no spots. If Victor hadn’t insisted on spending the weekend at the beach of all places, this wouldn’t have happened.
“It’s a Friday evening on a holiday,” he explained. “It’ll be a while.” Victor grumbled, but at least he seemed placated.
It had been three years since Victor ‘claimed’ him like some sort of stalker, and Henry hadn’t been able to shake him. Now he was stuck with Victor, and sometimes he could fool himself into normalcy. Like some kind of fucked-up sitcom. See the vampire and his unwilling roommate, every evening at 7pm on FOX! Or something. Henry didn’t watch cable.
“Look,” said Victor, “there’s a spot.”
“Finally,” groaned Henry. Another car came down the aisle, and he put on the turn signal and waited for them to pass so he could pull in. But instead, the BMW swerved into the spot, nearly dinging him in the process. Asshole.
Victor hissed.
“Don’t,” Henry said. “It’s literally okay.”
Victor sighed. “Fine.”
Eventually, they found a spot in another lot, but there was a fee. Henry grumbled as Victor drank an evening snack from him. What a jerk, and of course it was a BMW. Brand new, too. Henry thought of his 20 year old beater and tried not to be jealous.
Whatever.
Victor had made reservations to a nice restaurant on the boardwalk for the two of them, which was hilarious. Victor could eat human food, it just did nothing for him except taste good. He was always dragging Henry to fancy places.
The perks of having a rich vampire eat off him, he supposed.
Victor disappeared after paying for dinner, with a promise to meet him at the rental later. Typical.
But Henry had a little cash to burn, and the boardwalk was fun. He ate frozen custard (peanut butter and chocolate) and looked at ridiculously priced swimsuits on sale. He watched people come in and out of novelty stores, and got himself a box of saltwater taffy. It was nice, he thought, as a charming family went into the amusement park.
Of course, the downside to this little vacation was Victor. He was going to do something this weekend, he could feel it.
Henry was a snack, a little amusement that Victor liked to keep under his thumb.
Henry hated when Victor dragged home a meal.
He shuddered, the warm night air suddenly suffocating. He took another bite of his frozen custard and told himself not to think about it.
He got to the rental house hours later (after somehow mixing up where he’d parked) and Victor was there as promised.
“So,” said Victor, “there’s this cute little diner in town. We should go there for breakfast.”
“Yeah, sure.”
Victor frowned. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, I guess. Just tired.”
“Oh. Well, the bedroom on the right is yours. Goodnight.” Suspicious.
“‘Night.” The drive was pretty draining, so Henry fell asleep quickly.
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Victor dragged him to the diner around nine. He looked a little funny dressed in pants and a hoodie in this weather, but it was sunny out and, well, vampire.
Henry woke up in a much better mood than yesterday. He ordered a short stack of blueberry pancakes with a side of sausage and it was divine.
Victor bid him a good day after breakfast and went to sleep. Henry took the opportunity to spend the rest of the day at the beach. It was a great weather out, and he swam in the ocean a couple times before making it back to the rental. He even splurged and got some barbeque from a place on the boardwalk for lunch.
But soon the sun would be down, and Victor would be hungry. He headed back to the rental house.
After the feeding, he was more worn out than usual. He hadn’t been on a vacation in a while, and he’d forgotten how tiring it was to relax. He went to sleep soon after.
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“Henry. Hey, Henry!” Victor whispered. He groaned and sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
“What?” Victor’s red eyes glowed down at him. Victor flashed him a toothy grin. He glanced at the clock. Midnight. And why could he smell pizza?
“I got you a present.”
“Huh?”
“Just come see!” Henry stumbled into the living room and flipped the switch.
“Oh my god!”
A guy was tied up and gagged in the middle of the floor. Pizza boxes sat on the table, with a bunch of booze and soda. The man made a frantic sound from behind the gag.
“What the fuck?” he said. Victor flopped on the couch. He titled his head and grinned.
“It’s the man who cut you off earlier. And I also got dinner and that novelty soda you like. The one that tastes like sour candy.”
“Yeah, I can see that.”
Fuck. Again? Victor had never been caught before, but this was insane.
Why was his life like this? Ugh. Whatever.
He crossed the room and took a slice of pizza. It was amazingly good, actually. It really was true that the best New York style pizza was in New Jersey. He ignored Mr. BMW struggling against the ropes.
He twisted off the cap to the soda and some vodka. He was gonna need it. Henry turned back to the scene to see Victor teasing Mr. BMW. Muffled shouts came from behind the gag.
Henry knew how scary it was, seeing a vampire for the first time. But he couldn’t bring himself to care anymore. It was normal, now.
“I think he wants to say something,” grinned Victor. He plucked the gag from Mr. BMW.
“I- I’m so sorry,” he said, looking back and forth between them. “Please don’t kill me!” he sniffed. Henry shifted, uncomfortable.
“You’re not sorry,” snarled Victor, “You’re just sorry you got caught. Nobody gets to be an asshole to my human. Nobody.”
“It’s just a parking spot, Victor. Not a big deal.” Victor turned to him. He shrank back.
“You don’t get to decide that,” he said.
“What-”
“I’m making your life better. Remember that boss you hated? I took care of it. And now you don’t hate your job. This is for you, Henry.” He yanked the man’s hair, baring his neck.
He sank his teeth into the man, drinking long and deep. Henry’s mind whirled. Had Victor really been killing off everyone who was mean to him?
Victor finished, the man’s head lolling.
“Look at him,” purred Victor, voice husky. “He’s still alive. Think he’ll chalk it up to a dream, or pass on to the next life?”
He came close, blood smeared over his mouth. He stepped right up to Henry, taking his chin in hand.
Henry whimpered.
“Don’t be scared,” cooed Victor against his lips. Victor kissed him, copper on his tongue.
What was happening?
Victor pulled away, pupils blown. His cool hand came to rest on his ass.
“Victor-” he started, but for some reason he couldn’t, didn’t, pull away.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said. A curl of heat smoldered in Henry’s gut. “Three years,” continued Victor, “and I never told you that. Isn’t that strange?”
“Ye- yeah.” Victor pressed a kiss to his throat, mouthing up to just under his jaw.
“Wait-” he said, regaining himself. Victor paused, pulling away. “All those restaurants, all those presents, were- were they-”
“Dates? Yeah,” admitted Victor. “You needed a stronger hint.”
Fuck. He’d seen the way Victor looked at him, the way he waited in the car under a blanket for hours just for Henry to get off work. He thought it was just hunger, and it was, but it was more than that. And Victor was attractive, and mostly kind-
The dying man behind them groaned.
And it was too much. “I don’t want this,” he whispered. Victor stepped away, turning from him.
“Please,” said Henry, “I’m sorry-”
“No, you’re not,” said Victor. His heart sank. Victor was finally going to kill him.
But then Victor turned, and he didn’t look mad at all.
“It’s okay,” he said, stepping close again. And his eyes, they were so pretty now. So big and deep, and what was he thinking about? “You just need a little nudge.”
Oh yeah.
Victor was attractive, and mostly kind, and took him to places he never could have afforded and-
He snorted. His life was already so goddamn weird.
“Sure, why not? It’s not like you’re going anywhere,” said Henry. “Might as well make the most of it.”
“Exactly what I was thinking,” agreed Victor.
Victor kissed him again, and they fumbled their way to the couch. He wanted Victor, and he wanted him now, witness be damned.
The man was dying anyway.
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Henry woke up the next morning in a great mood. Last night was just… incredible. It was so obvious, he couldn’t believe he missed it.
He snuggled back into Victor’s cool arms.
Sure, it was fucked up, but who cared? Victor was hot and financially stable (aka rich as hell) and took care of him.
It just made sense.
Maybe he could get a nice car if he asked Victor.
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He was a genius. Just a little nudge. Wasn’t even cheating, really. Charming never worked for so long.
Henry still had his personality the whole night, so it didn’t even count as Charming him. Just a tiny, itty bitty nudge, and his precious little human had finally given in to his wooing. They had a wonderful night of pizza, drinking, and sex.
So good.
Draining that pesky little boyfriend four years ago had finally paid off.
He was an asshole anyway.
taglist: @paintedpigeon1
#happy ending? well. theyre both happy at least.#this literally came to me in a dream#also it was definitely more non conny in the dream#so here's the more 'romantic' version. might do the horror version later#ALSO! this is literally set in Ocean City NJ. My family has been vacationing there for generations.#The frozen custard place is Kohr Brothers and the diner is Ready's. the bbq is buddy love's bbq. Highly recommend all 3#the salt water taffy is shriver's and the pizza is Manco & Manco's (formerlly Mac & Manco's. still salty about that)#the sour soda is found at Just Sugar on the boardwalk and is the Jone's warhead black cherry flavor#yes im serious. good shit!#the amusement park is Castaway Cove#my writing#whump#vampire whumper#creepy whumper#intimate whumper#stalker whumper
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Love Language with the Boys!!
I feel like its quite self explanatory in the games but I wanted to explore more into it so
Here is the primary and secondary Love Languages the Boys have!
Derek Suarez
Primary - Acts of Service!
This boy loves and needs someone to just make his life even a fraction easier
You need someone on your side boo? We got you!
Lets start the day
Are you a night owl and sleep in? Well, you made sure to make some snacks and prepare his workout drinks in the fridge the night before – gotta make sure muscle man is eating right and getting his protein
Early bird like he is? Sweet! If you both go to the gym you pack his bag for him as he is getting dressed, or maybe you’ll go ahead and make a quick breakfast for the two of you to get some energy before a work out
Not going to the gym? No issues! You give him a kiss on the cheek and hand him his protein shake as he leaves, then whilst he is gone you can start prepping a good after workout breakfast for him to come back to
Has he got work or meetings he needs to go to afterwards? You could make sure his clothes are ready to go, or maybe the papers he was reading through the night before are packed away into his bag
You’ve got the day off work? Maybe we plan a nice dinner surprise with his favourite meal
Or you order in cause it’s a Friday and its game night (GO TEAM SUAREZ) and you both aren’t getting much sleep that night
Oh you noticed his favourite protein powder is running out? Better put an order in and top it up before he notices (of course he notices, he is absolutely touched!)
Poor boy has gotten sick? You just know he doesn’t want to let that slow him down
Guess what you are doing?
You are one step away from strapping him down to that bed (kinky, but not really HE IS SICK) but he finally relents, so you get to nurse him now
Mama Suarez has told you his favourite go to home remedies to get better, and you make it all! Tea, soups, hot chocolate, you name it
He is going to know what it means to be taken care of
You have Dereks Day! But its not once a year, its once a month
He needs to have one day every 30 days where its just about him and letting him let loose
The Boardwalk is always a winner, but sometimes its just a picnic, or go to the water park, or go to the movies. Whatever he wants to do, its getting done
Secondary – Words of Affirmation!
I swear this man, LIKE ALL THE OTHERS, doesn’t understand when we compliment him or anything
So guess what guys
Daily Affirmation Texts
He really needs these ones
Just a reminder of how amazing he is, that he is kicking goals (pun intended)
That we are so happy to be with him
Just remind him that he matters, because baby, you really do!
Cove Holden
Primary – Quality Time!
So we know how much Cove loves just spending time with us
Its his favourite hobby, pastime, memory, you name it
Oh our favourite resident merman has a new fish?
You are sitting down and letting that man gush about it, telling you all about its species and what the care is going to be for it
You don’t even have to say anything, just sitting there and listening to him is all that matters
Hard day at work?
He just needs to vent to you, same thing. You could even provide tips (im talking like, hit them in the kneecaps advice) to him just to get him to smile and laugh about it
Some think that Quality Time means you need to give each other attention all the time, but not for you two
All he wants is to be in your presence, and you don’t even have to be doing the same thing
You guys have aced Parallel Play
The most important thing is making sure you are within each others vision and you Gucci
He is reading, you could be watching something on your phone
He is cleaning the fish tank, you could be there just listening to music and maybe doing a hobby of your own
He just wants your presence
BE IN HIS PRESENCE
Any time away is torture to him, every Step in the game literally explains that
Secondary – Gift Giving!
Remember how excited he gets over the orange shell? The poppy? The fudges? The windchime?
This man is so ecstatic that you thought of him WHEN HE WASN’T EVEN THERE
And you are giving him something that he would like, and you did it unprompted
Prepare for waterworks
Listen, sometimes you just need to leave it on his pillow to come back to
You got up earlier than him (shocker that one) cause of work, so as you are quietly bustling around getting ready, you leave him a little letter or a present on the pillow next to him
When he finally wakes up and sees it, there are tears, and then there is an urgent call coming your way
Because of course he needs to thank you for it!
Just be prepared that you will get gifts too. That’s his way of showing his love and care too
Baxter Ward
Primary – Physical Touch!
Look, I swear this one is so obvious, but in case it isn’t I will go into HEAVY DETAIL OF WHAT HE LIKES
See he loves being in your presence all the time, but it simply isn’t enough
He needs some part of him touching you, even in a minute way, he just needs it
Driving? You are holding hands, this is a rule
Walking? Holding hands or he has your arm draped on his all gentlemanly like
Sitting together at a function? Somehow you have contact
You could be holding each others hand on the table
Or simply linking fingers, even just the pinky finger (YOU MJST BE TOUCHING)
Linked ankles underneath the table
Pressed up next to each other so your thighs or shoulders are touching whilst talking to others
Home alone and you are sitting on the couch together?
Position A: he is laying his head in your lap, you will brush your fingers through his hair that is the LAW
You could always give him a small head massage, he would love you even more for it
Position B: leaning against each other, watching a movie, he will have his arm wrapped around you and holding you in close, you could hold his hand as well
Position C: You are lying on him. Oh he will be brushing you hair, but say you don’t like that, he is content holding you hand instead
Oh this man is a sucker for hand holding (have you read anything above)
But you know what would make him weak?
Giving him a hand massage. Or just caressing his hand, feeling his fingers, brushing them across his palm. The lot of it
Can say the same about his neck and head; you could just be caressing him, admiring him and his skin and softness and he would 100% be lulled to sleep by it
Or, if you do it the right way, something else entirely would be on the menu (play prawn-hu- gets shot)
He is making dinner for you? Gently hug him from behind
Come home from work? A hug and a kiss is required for this tired man
Is there music playing? Oh a dance is required. Doesn’t have to be fancy, just a chance to hold onto you and sway is enough for him
Kisses – lord this man would accept a kiss any where
Hands, cheeks, chin, nose, shoulders, legs (alright we need to get back on track)
But forehead touches are supreme
Sharing a hug, foreheads pressed together, just being in each other space?
His heart couldn’t be more full
Bedtimes? You would consider yourself lucky if you can untangle yourself from him
You are 100% wrapped up in a Baxter Burrito and you aren’t escaping
But if that’s not your thing, don’t worry he is respectful of that
At this point as long as he can feel your body heat and movement in the bed, he will be content
After all he gets all the touches during the waking hours
Secondary – I Feel like this is almost two, cause He does need Words of Affirmation even though he doesn’t believe in it half the time, but also Quality Time is a big hitter for him...
With Baxter, because he is emotionally stunted, there is only so far you can provide him in words of affirmation before he just doesn’t listen anymore
So these ones need to happen sporadically, and during very important moments
Like when he is really beating himself up, rather than tell him he is wrong, you just need to flip the conversation to be positive
Sometimes you do just need to give him time to process what has happened and let him come back to you to talk, and that’s when you can gently re-affirm the positives with him
Quality Time just links in with Physical Touch
He loves being with you, and just plain talking with you
If you are long distance, he just wants to make every moment count, over the phone or in person
And if you do that back to him, well then you are just the more remarkable person ever
Don’t need to be doing anything fancy, voice calling is just fine
Going for a walk and chatting
Trying a new restaurant when you are both together again
DANCING COME ON
Thank you for reading my TED talk.
A small part of me is sad that Coves is so little, but honestly mans gets so much screen time, the other boys deserve a chance to shine!
cough I do not have a favourite cough
#our life beginnings and always#olba#baxter ward#our life#olba baxter#our life headcannons#baxter x mc#olba cove#cove x mc#olba derek#derek x mc#love language#olba mc#headcannons
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heyyy, somehow gained many new followers recently. thank you very much for enjoying my work! in light of that, let's do a small introduction.
i'm Seosamh Dáire, or you can call me joe. he/him • sé/é only. transsexual butch man and leatherdyke ✦ fear tras/aiteach agus gearrán 🐗
i'm a painter, comic author-illustrator, web/html artist, petty designer, smalltime archivist, passionate marxist. i like anime and virtual pets both from ~1990. as someone working primarily with past decades, i'm interested in broadening our ideas of time/place and who was in it. pro-palestine, native rights and strong proponent/student of irish-native solidarity, blm, roma, the works (uninterested in debating these topics!)
i make trans gay art for perverts and i was recently an artist in residence in the Burren, focusing on traditional paintings and reflecting/writing on being Queer In The Land.
SUPERPOSE: the tremendous dark trans sci-fi comic i make with my life+work partner Anka @kingfisher-cove . take a look! this project is my whole LIFE, and almost every piece i make pertains to it, so if you're unsure of who or what my images are of, that's a safe bet. the comic is recommended for mature readers. here's a brief synopsis,
An ongoing queer sci-fi horror comic about physics.
On the Atlantic coast, in a town called PORT CITY— “a place out of time”
While a tourist destination boasting a popular beach and boardwalk, Port City is also home to ROMAN LABS, an aerospace-turned-tech company now floundering in the tech boom.
Rafael and Royal are each listless in their own lives as longtime locals with little mobility, whose orbits have only occasionally overlapped, until now. Turning a job at the lab into a last-ditch effort for a glimpse of a more equitable future brings Royal and Rafael together, and beaches Kas, a young physicist, on Port City’s shores.
Together they seize the opportunity to alter their future and carve out a place in time for themselves, finally shaking the town and their lives from standstill. Changing history begins with the machine.
(also a supplementary web art/ARG aspect, using flat digital spaces to create a sense of 3d depth and narrative.)
SUPERPOSEBLOG @superposeblog is the repository for all updates and news about the comic.
198X.LOVE our homepage & portfolio
PATREON is where i share most of my work first, early comic pages, WIP, process and thoughts and other resources. it's a direct way to support mine & my partner's work. we are an independent team of two and i'm sure you can appreciate the effort and dedication to managing our practise as well as life obligations. for one-time support, there's also ko-fi. thank you!
i've also begun a new, as of yet unnamed 18+ comic about trans disposability/sapped as a resource + weird blood + nuclear war. so look out for that next year 😘
#introduction#illustration#superpose#comic#webcomic#painting#queer#trans#butch#dyke#he/him#trans artists#artists on tumblr#q&a#please don't call me transmasc
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𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐮
jacob bae x gn!reader
1.8k words, est. relationship au, low-key idol au?, long distance relationship, kissing/intimacy (cuddling, holding hands, the works), fluff, angst, me missing home, jacob bae brainrot is a disease and i've been thoroughly infected, i can't believe i didn't curse—
a/n: if u couldn't tell, this is inspired by jacob's latest instagram post :') for vibes, listen to malibu (miley cyrus), golden thing (cody simpson), and 17 (julia michaels)
When the soft stream of morning light hit Jacob Bae's eyes, they fluttered open, squinting and crinkling to adjust to the natural alarm clock waking him up. There was something so beautiful about early morning sunlight, the way its pale, buttery glow filtered through the window and seemed to shimmer against the dust particles in the air.
He sighed through his nose, arm tightening around your waist as he buried his face into your shoulder to hide himself from the waking world.
You barely stirred, but you had been awake for a while, lying still in an effort to give him the rest he deserved. Your phone was across the room on a table charging next to his; again, hiding from the world. "Cobie," you whispered, voice barely audible.
He had heard you loud and clear, though, only replying with a whimper of opposition. "Mm-mm," he refused, head shaking against you. "Darling, don't wanna," he replied lowly, his mouth moving right by your ear.
Your body was content to stay with him. Well, your whole being was content on staying with him, but the point of this trip was so you and him could frolic around California on his week off. Today you would be in Malibu, but the next day, you would probably end up somewhere in the Bay area or maybe even across the state in Tahoe. Time was of the essence, but…
It would have been nice to simply lay here in bed together, to waste the day away. Every day, it felt like the two of you had to fill it with something productive or else it felt like you'd wasted it. With so little time to see each other or spend time together usually, this was your chance to finally have each other to yourselves.
Your arm dove beneath the warm covers to find his hand locked around your stomach. "Come on, hon, there's a really good donut place nearby," you coaxed.
A beat. "Do they have cereal flavored ones?" For a moment, you thought he sounded almost childlike, and you smiled.
"The best," you promised.
As if you'd said the magic words to wake his body up, Jacob released a small groan like a set of creaking hinges on a door frame. He lifted himself up onto his elbow and hovered over you, nose nuzzling against your cheek as his lips grazed your own. "Good morning," he said, a whisper threaded with lingering drowsiness.
You smiled against his mouth, hand reaching up to cup his face gently in one hand. "Good morning."
One fruity pebbles donut and an iced americano later, you and Jacob found yourselves on the sandy shoreline of Point Dume, beneath the looming cliff sides painted in lush green and sandstone. The highest point of the cliffs speared high above your heads as if reaching up to touch the overcast skies themselves.
The both of you had slipped your sandals off at the precipice of sand and boardwalk earlier, opting to hold your shoes and feel the grains of sand between your toes. Jacob grabbed your hand, fingers curling with yours, entwined hands swinging between your bodies.
Seagulls screeched to the symphony of gently rolling waves. Jacob's gaze was turned toward the infinite horizon. "I always feel like the coast is so gray," he said to you, like a question.
Your eyes stared ahead, mentally trying to recall the walk from here to Paradise Cove. "Yeah, you'd think it'd be more sunny, huh?" You mused. "It's really overcast by the coast, most of the time, unless it's like deep summer. But it should clear up by the afternoon."
"It's kind of nice." It was then that he tipped his head back, his dark brown bangs sliding slightly out of his eyes and the hood of his navy jacket falling backward. A smile widened on his face. "Feels serene and warm. I like it."
You let out a small chuckle, eyes relishing in the serenity reflected in his face. He could breathe easy here. "I'm glad you like it. I was worried you'd be sad to not have the full beach experience I promised you."
Jacob's attention went to you then, his face in innocent disbelief. "Not the full beach experience? All I need to enjoy my time is to have you right here, next to me."
You beamed, eyes ducked toward the sand. "You're so cheesy, jeez," you teased and nudged him with your entwined hands.
He laughed then—the sound was bright and twinkling, louder than the surf itself. "It's true! I just… I'm glad I can be here with you. We've been talking about having a trip like this together for so long, and I…"
The two of you had stopped now, bodies angled toward and facing the other. Your hands sat linked together between you still. Jacob wet his lip with his tongue, the words having died upon it.
You could feel those words echo in you, too. All the words unsaid, the reality that neither of you wished to face. "Well, let's make the most of it and enjoy it while we can, o—okay?" You hated how your voice broke off at the end and quieted. You wanted to be strong; all of this angst was just going to ruin the mood of this trip, and he didn't deserve to have this cloud hanging over you for the remainder of the trip.
You knew he would be able to see right through you as soon as you made eye contact with him. So you didn't.
Instead, you tugged on his hand and shot a grin back at him. "Race you to the next lifeguard tower!"
Jacob yelled in playful outrage as you tore down the shoreline, kicking sand up in your wake. "Oh, you're gonna lose so badly just for that!"
Both yours and Jacob's laughter lit up the beach and for a moment, you could both pretend that this was forever.
Oftentimes when you were home, here in California, golden hour and sunset was one of the few times of day you looked forward to. However, as you and Jacob settled on the soft sandy bank with twin cones of soft serve ice cream in your hands, you couldn't help the distinct anchor of dread sinking to the pit of your gut.
The breeze was cooler, crisper than it was early in the day. The yolky sun sank beneath the horizon, until the last of its golden rays radiated against the sky in a hazy afterglow.
Jacob had his eyes on you for a while now. Though he idly lapped at his ice cream cone, he sensed that there were feelings you were harboring in your chest right now, bottling them up in an attempt not to upset him. Your quiet wasn't necessarily unusual, but there was a stiffness to your posture like you were curling your body in on itself.
He quickly finished off the rest of his ice cream, then shouldered his jacket off to drape over your shoulders. When you turned your head to look at him in question, he only shifted closer to you so your back was to his chest.
"Thank you for today," he murmured to you, his breath warm on the skin of your neck.
"Of course," you said back.
Jacob leaned his cheek against your back. "Tell me what's wrong, darling. What's going on in that pretty little head of yours, hm?"
He felt your sigh. "I just don't want this to be over yet." You cleared your throat, "We don't have a lot of time left."
"We still have the rest of the week," he assured you softly, though, his heart beat became leaden in his own dread. Yes, the rest of the week laid ahead of you, but afterwards? What then? His hand gently smoothed up and down your arm in an attempt to calm you both down. "But I understand. I don't want this to be over either."
When you couldn't find the words to respond, he continued, "I want to be selfish—I wanna be so selfish, Yn," he confessed. "I love my job and I love what I do, but that means that I can't see you or be with you very often. And today… just proved to me how badly I've missed you. I haven't felt at peace in a very long time."
You finally leaned back against him so you could share your weights, share your burdens.
"I'm sorry," you croaked, "and I know it's not necessarily my fault, but it hurts to hear that you have to feel that way." You peered up and back at him, his eyes meeting yours with the same kind of sheen pooling at the precipices of his eyes. You tried for a sad smile, hand finding his amongst your tangled bodies on the cool sand. "I don't want to waste this time either, because you'll be leaving soon."
He nodded, head ducking slightly to tuck into the crook of your neck. "It'd be nice to be selfish for once," he murmured into your skin, lips trailing up slowly from your throat to the angle of your jawline.
Your free hand lifted, cupping the back of his head to hold him tight against you. "It would be," you agreed.
But it wasn't who he was. Jacob wasn't a selfish person, not someone who would go out of his way to get what he wanted, especially if there were other people in the mix. It was, of course, part of why you loved him so much. His heart was far too large for the world sometimes.
You shifted in his hold to turn around and face him then, your hands resting flat against his chest.
You met Jacob's eyes, his hair falling in his eyes and his jacket falling off the slopes of your shoulders. Your fingers delicately brushed his bangs away so you could see the last bits of pinkish daylight fade out to a bruised purple reflected in his irises. "Let's be selfish for a week," you told him. "Just you and me, okay? You deserve to be a little selfish, Jacob."
His tongue poked his cheek, head ducking then raising to be level with you once more. "We… we deserve to be selfish."
Then he braced his hand slightly behind you, his other coming up to cup the side of your face. Jacob crushed his lips against yours, the feeling of his chest flush against you, your matched heart beats—grounding you to reality. Your arms came around his neck to pull him to you like the waves to a shoreline, begging for just another touch.
And for just a moment in time, you could both believe that this could be your forever.
a/n: a tad bittersweet :') pls do remember to rb, comment, etc! <3 ty for reading!
tbz m.list
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Colorful Clays of the Painted Hills area
The Painted Hills are one of the most popular and well-known of Oregon's scenic treasures. The towering ridges of yellow, red, and black clays reveal part of the complex geologic story of Oregon when the area was a tropical rainforest, or a hardwood temperate forest, or a volcanic hellscape at different times. The different bands and layers are folded, warped, and faulted by complex plate tectonics. Here though, at Painted Cove just behind the main Painted Hills viewpoint, the story is just a little different.
Painted Cove is a couple of shallow gullies linked in a loop by a boardwalk and trail. In here, you pass through areas of bold red and yellow clays before reaching a gully flanked with a light purple rock. The light purple is of a completely different origin than the clays, which are effectively fossilized soil layers.
This is a weathered outcrop of rhyolite lava, a lava composition that is mostly quartz by mass. This area grades from purple to brown to red. This is an actual preserved soil horizon. If you dig a hole, you go through different soil horizons - or chemical and physical conditions - before you reach bedrock. Commonly these are O (for organic-rich), A, B, and C. B and C are closest to bedrock and include chunks of weathered, eroded source rock. Here, the purple is that C horizon, then the brown layer is B, and the red is an A horizon mantling the rhyolite lava flow. This whole stack of soil is somewhere around 25 million years old!
This is one of my favorite rock outcrops in all of Oregon because of how elegantly and simply it displays soil development processes from more than 25 million years ago!
(A note for other geologists: my soil horizon analogy isn't completely accurate since these paleosols have different classifications than regular young soils do, and I'm not very well-versed in those at all)
If you're in to photography, these are (with the exception of the 2nd to last shot) shot on Fuji Color 400 with my Nikon FM2.
#oregon#geology#photography#pacific northwest#bettergeology#adventures#rocks#fujifilm#photographers on tumblr#nikon#film photography#central oregon#eastern oregon#painted hills#john day fossil beds national monument#john day fossil beds
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Discover TCee's New World: The Save File - Copperdale
Greetings, fellow Simmers, and welcome to TCee's World! Today, join me on a captivating tour of Copperdale within my Family Playstyle Save File.
Once celebrated for its thriving mining industry, the charming and historic town of Copperdale rests peacefully along the shores of Lake LaSuli. Founded by Jasper Prescott, who envisioned prosperity through the land's precious crystals, Copperdale now flourishes as a haven for families aspiring to blend small-town tranquility with metropolitan ambitions. Amidst the remnants of its mining past, Copperdale thrives, cherishing the invaluable treasures of cherished high school memories.
Our journey commences at Rockridge Heights, the esteemed home of Copperdale High School, which stands as the educational cornerstone of the town across generations. This cherished institution nurtures quintessential teenage experiences and fosters academic excellence, preparing students for college and beyond. With classrooms brimming with knowledge and an Auditorium pulsating with the promise of memorable prom nights, Rockridge Heights provides the ideal environment for teens to explore their identities and aspirations. Noteworthy landmarks in this neighborhood include the eco-friendly Copperdale High School, featuring a football field and adjacent amenities, along with the bustling Auditorium hosting a myriad of significant events.
Venturing forth, we arrive at Prescott Square, honoring the town's visionary founder, Jasper Prescott. Here lies the eclectic ThriftTea, a fusion thrift store and bubble tea parlor, serving as a bustling nexus for fashion enthusiasts and entrepreneurs. Adjacent stands the Lakeview Library, a serene retreat nestled amidst verdant gardens, offering respite and knowledge to all. Nearby, the whimsically adorned Water Tower Bakery beckons with its delectable treats and pastel ambiance. Prescott Square is further enriched by distinctive residences such as the stately Golden Peak and the charming Town Square Terrace, along with notable attractions like the gazebo, seaside boardwalk, and the mysterious Boomsbluff Mystery House.
Our final destination brings us to Plumbite Cove, nestled serenely on the tranquil shores of Lake LaSuli. Formerly renowned for its gem mining endeavors, Plumbite Cove now enchants visitors with its waterfront fairground, boasting panoramic views and thrilling attractions. At Plumbite Pier, visitors of all ages can revel in exhilarating rides and capture memories against the backdrop of Frank the Flying Womp Womp tribute. Meanwhile, families can bask in the natural beauty of Totter Park or explore the array of family-friendly homes dotting the landscape. Plumbite Cove's Carnival, nestled within the pier, offers a delightful array of attractions and refreshments, ensuring a memorable experience for all.
Thank you for joining me on this captivating journey! Next time, we'll venture into San Sequoia, where every family member is sure to find something to delight in!
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Hello, if you're still taking requests (please ignore this if you aren't lol), could I request headcanons for the boys with an MC who tends to link arms/hold hands when walking together and often does this without thinking. My OL1 MC is a shortie who does this so she doesn't overcompensate or get left behind.
Step 1 Cove has got you. At first he's just like "What are you doing?" but when you tell him/he realizes why you're doing it, then it's just a thing that happens and he's totally fine with it. You choose him and he chooses you, remember?
But puberty did a number on this boy, so if he has a crush on you, then Step 2 Cove is going to struuuuuggle. He'll still do it, especially if you're anxious about getting lost or separated, but there's lots of blushing and he'll stop whenever you get to where you're going.
You: You don't have to hold my hand anymore if you don't want to, it's ok.
Cove: No, I want to, it's just *short circuits*
As he gets older though, probably by like 15/16, it's just second nature. If you're in a crowd, he'll grab your hand, no need to ask! It doesn't matter if you're just friends, crushes or dating, you're holding hands through the halls at school, going down the shopping street, trips to the mall. But if you do end up together, as you get older, he'll have gotten conditioned to have your hand in his and he's going to need it all the time because that's the routine and that's what feels right.
You, sitting on the couch holding hands with Cove then letting go: I have to go to the bathroom, be right back.
Cove's inner monologue: I will try to be strong and weather this unbearable storm.
If you hold Derek's hand then he is PROUD. Shoulders back, chest out, biggest smile. If his dad sees it, then he is 100% going to say something embarrassing about it.
Personally I hate the Boardwalk scene just because I don't understand why all four adults leave the kids with Nicolas the entire day, he is too little for that and I think that was really thoughtless tbh, so I like to tweak it just a bit so Derek and MC have more time to actually have fun and be kids.
So perfect opportunity for a hand grab! There's a lot of people there, and there's a lot going on, so you'd slip your hand into Derek's, and he'd do his big smile and be like "It's ok, I got you!"
I also imagine Derek and MC hang out a lot in between Steps 2 and 4, and a lot of it would be MC going into the city to visit him because he's so busy. Maybe you go to a soccer game at his school and he sees you watching, then after he comes up to you and wants to take you to see his parents so he'd offer you his hand because he remembers everything about you and definitely remembers something chivalrous he can do to help you feel better.
But if you don't grab his first, then he's always gonna offer before just taking your hand, because he is a gentleman and doesn't want to be presumptuous.
If you end up together though, he'll take the initiative. He'll always keep an eye on you too to make sure you're ok :)
Baxter gets cocky.
Since you go sightseeing pretty early into Step 3, that's probably the first time it happens. You're going through one of the little stores on the shopping street and a group of tourists comes in there, it's getting crowded so you just reach out and grab him.
Baxter: *looks down at your hands then up at you and smirks* Well then.
Also Baxter: *squealing on the inside*
After that, when you're walking someplace together he'll offer you his arm. It doesn't need to be a conversation, you don't need to explain it, but obviously that makes you comfortable so he's more than happy to escort you in this way.
It'll also just make him feel like a fancy man, having someone on his arm like that, so he'll do it a lot.
Uuuuugh Step 4 Baxter, he takes you to Xavier's bakery and after you park you're walking down the sidewalk together and he just instinctively offers you his arm.
You: What?
Baxter: ... I'm sorry, my mistake.
BUT it's ok because then you end up together and he gets to have you on his arm every day for the rest of your lives, hooray!
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Various dreams I have had about Arcane Odyssey (these are all new island ideas for future updates by the way, although none of them are probably ever gonna happen because island suggestions are a no) (and yes I really did think of them in a dream)
A tall island with cliffs on all sides like Shell Island, except all the cliffs are covered in boardwalks, ladders, and platforms. It's an entire vertical city. There would be a quest where you have to sneak into/out of the city through tunnels in the cliffs
Possible dark sea island/biome: color pools. Basically an entirely gray, colorless swampy island, except there are these colorful liquid pools scattered all over with bushes growing out of the middle of them. The bushes have berries growing on them in the color of the pool, and picking them puts them in your inventory. When they're clicked in your inventory, they allow you to re-dye an item to that color
A medium-sized tropical island (maybe Frostmill-sized) shaped like a horseshoe, where basically the entire island is covered by a town except the part in the center of the horseshoe, which is a super deep bay/cove/whatever. There would be a quest to go retrieve a treasure from the bottom that would teach people how to make a water-breathing potion and use it, because it would be impossible to go to the bottom and back up again without one.
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01: My relationship with nature.
Hi everyone! I’m a 4th year zoology student at the University of Guelph, and welcome to my blog! For this first blog I’ll be talking about my relationship with nature and how it has evolved.
Since I was a kid I have always had a large interest in nature, especially with animals. Growing up in Milton, a very fast-growing city, I took every chance I could get to go outside and be more connected with nature. I think my earliest memory of this is when I would go for walks with my parents and my Grandad when I was about four years old. There was a very short walking trail near my house that had an apple tree, and we would walk there every week to pick apples. While it was a very short and simple experience, I remember really enjoying just going outside and spending time with my family.
As I got a little bit older, me and my family would frequently drive to local conservation areas a lot of the time to go for walks in the forests. Most of the time I would spend those walks looking for any animals I could find. My favourite time of year to do these walks was in the winter because I found the snow-covered trees very pretty and peaceful. Winter was always my favourite season as a kid, and I spent a lot of time playing outside in the snow with my brother.
One place that has always been special to me is Crawford Lake. This is the conservation area that me and my family went to most of the time, and it is still one of my favourite places to go for walks. I always found the boardwalk around the lake to be very peaceful and fun to walk along as a kid. I would frequently stop to look over the railings for snapping turtles in the water below me, and while I only got to see them one time, it was something I won’t forget. I also went there for many school field trips. I remember our tour guide telling us ghost stories about things that had happened at the lake, and while those stories scared me as a kid, I think they helped me feel more connected to the place.
Another place that I have always had a strong connection to is the pond my Grandma has in her backyard. Since I was little I remember it being one of my favourite places to be. I spent a lot of time there with my brother and cousins just looking for frogs, and looking at the koi fish that lived in the pond. I now have three cousins who are all under the age of ten on that side of my family, and so I love to go look for frogs and fish with them like I did when I was their age.
I think one of my favourite places I have been is Nova Scotia. This is where my uncle and his family live, and I have gone there twice to visit them. Being there feels so much different from living in the fast-paced city that I’m used to, as it is much more peaceful and laid back. I spent two weeks there this summer living at my uncle's house near Lunenburg, and it was an experience that really stuck with me. My uncle lives in a house that he built, in a forest by a river. It was such a relaxing experience to be there, and to take little day trips out to the ocean everyday. Hearing the history behind the sites such as Peggy’s Cove and the town of Lunenburg really stuck with me too. I have always loved being by the ocean, and sometimes I think about moving there one day because of how amazing it was to be there. Even though I have only spent about 3 weeks in total there, I think it offered me that “sense of place.” (I’ve included some pictures I took in Nova Scotia below!)
I could talk about many other experiences that have connected me to nature, but these are just a few that have shaped my relationship with it today. Overall, especially being a zoology student, nature is a very important part of my life!
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Here's something to think about. Imagine if MC and Baxter's workplace heard about the whole affair. I don't doubt they're being talked about behind their backs. Worse of all for Baxter since he's literally working at a wedding planning agency.
I wonder if they even kept their jobs. Do they endure the judgmental looks and whispers of their coworkers?
Bonus: Cove and MC work at the same place. Everyone taking his side.
oh man that's brilliant! I didn't even think about their jobs...
well, to give flexibility to the readers let's say you still volunteer at ORCA with cove.
it's only natural that they're going to find out. cove is a very active member and when he comes to the next ORCA event with no new shiny new ring on his finger, they know something is up.
and if they don't notice from that, then the somber and sunken look on cove's face does it...
so when cove tells them that you are dating, or worse, married to the wedding planner, everyone loses their fucking minds.
they all insist cove should take the day off, that they'll survive without him for today and cove declines the offer with teary eyes. he needs a distraction.
of course, they're all swayed by this big, beautiful man, and something always tugs at your heart when he cries.
so while everyone gets to work doing their tasks, picking up where cove may be lacking and trying to keep the vibe high.
when you show up though, trying to do your work, it doesn't matter if you're not even on the same beach or boardwalk, everyone knows about the volunteer whose fiancé/e left him n became romantically involved with their wedding planner...
people who were once your friends, start avoiding you, and when they do talk to you, they are sharp and short and sometimes irritable.
eventually, after a few nasty looks and comments from people who knew you and cove, they blacklist you from volunteering with them in your town.
"a conflict of interest" and something about "a hostile work environment" so it'd be best if you volunteered elsewhere, and that they appreciate your time but it's just for your and everyone's safety n efficiency.
as for baxter though...
its quiet at first, as clients break up in the middle of planning all the time.
but when you show up to his work with lunch, or to pick him up and you lay a kiss on his cheek, it gets wild.
now i tried looking it up n i can't really find anything on what would happen... but here's how i assume his job would be affected
in fact I imagine he probably puts in his 2 weeks just when people start talking...
of course, his boss comes to talk to him. I'd like to think his boss gives him a chance to get his shit together and find somewhere else to work before he fires him for inappropriate behavior with a client.
which doesn't help his image, but hey, what can they do?
I think in the end you two would end up moving out of state, or at least to a different part of the state and so losing these things dont bother you too much, but it does hurt and it's embarrassing to be in the middle of all this...
that's another thing, I also imagine neither of you talk about the shame
if anyone knew how you came together, you start feeling icky and like your skin is crawling, you feel watched and judged.. you feel small.
but neither of you talk abt it. you just pretend everything is perfectly fine :)
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This might be a weird one, but, if the warrior cats story originally took place near the coast, which Clan do you think would have benefitted/suffered the most; what would have changed; would plot points be different?
Hmm... Well, the main plots could stay exactly the same honestly, Warrior Cats has very little unique environmental problems. Famine, fire, floods, those can all easily happen in a coast biome.
But I do love my local beach biomes so I can give you what I would swap the territory of each Clan into being;
Clan Cats now live in a large cove. ShadowClan is now a salt marsh. ThunderClan is pine barrens. WindClan lives on dunes. SkyClan is a coastal cliffside. RiverClan has become nomadic and changes camp location based on the tides.
If SkyClan still needs to keep the human motif that they tend to get in my AUs, then they're going to be boardwalk cats.
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A few things :
1.Anyplace with non-alcoholic drinks other than coffee and soda cause I have not been finding them.
2.I had to report a containment anomaly to ACU earlier.One of the ACU team members brought me a pastry & tea while the med center looked me over. Their last name was Smith, I believe.
Hanging out at Compy Cove since the med center gave me the all clear . The compys are just the Cutest , one of the younger ones keeps trying to perch on my shoulders.
1. Absolutely! There's plenty of healthy juice options and other drinks at Jamba Juice on the eastern end of the boardwalk. Failing that, bottled water and other bottled drinks are available at Jurassic Traders, Traders Outposts, and various vending machines and other outlets throughout the park.
2. Thank you for reporting the anomaly so promptly and for following recommended protocols to keep your distance! It's not unheard of for a Microceratus to stray so far from the jungle river, and thankfully the ACU were already enroute as you reported through your Jurassic World app. Happy to hear agent Smith went above and beyond to see to your needs! Rest assured they've received a merit point for their conduct in the anomaly!
In the meantime, we hope you enjoyed Compy Cove! These one-on-one interactions are conducted with careful permission of the handler, and we're sure you've got the experience you need to deal with dinosaurs safely!
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Chapter 1 - The Town of Drake's Cove
In the realm of Virelia, signs of summer began to bless the lands, from the flat grasslands that rolled as far as the eye could see to the snow-capped peaks of the Northern Mountains and every place in between. It was in the Dragon’s Woods in particular that summer was in full swing, with its abundance of colourful wild flowers popping up amongst the thick, green grass, with butterflies and busy honey bees pollinating them, filling the air with their buzzing. A warm breeze swayed the mighty oak trees of the forest, the sun’s bright rays filtering down through the leaves, casting patterns of light and shadow on the ground.
Despite the fact that his travelling companions had all peeled off their leather armour and cloaks, made damp by sweat by the summer heat, the elderly Firbolg shuddered, goosebumps exploding on his frail skin. He shrugged his thick cloak over his shoulders, hoping that the earth-colour wool would help keep the chill out of his old bones. However, he pushed on, leading his team of sell-swords down the decades-old beaten path using his equally old map clasped in his large hand. Every few minutes, the Firbolg glanced down at the map, his shaggy, wool-like fur on top of his head hanging down over his eyes as he scanned the crumpled paper.
“Aye,” he grunted, stuffing the map back into his cloak’s pocket, taking steady strides down the road, using his staff as a walking stick. “No more than another few more leagues until we reach town, younglings.”
Falling into step next to the Firbolg, his Halfling hireling tucked a loose curl of her auburn hair behind a long, pointed ear, giving him a quizzical look.
“Are you sure, Captain Skillet?” She asked him, glancing down at his pocket where the map was unceremoniously crumpled inside, fighting the urge to snatch it and read it herself. “You said that it was only a couple of leagues away when we broke camp at dawn, and now it’s lunchtime and you’re saying the same thing again. We’ve been walking for hours and we still haven’t seen any signs of Drake’s Cove yet. Are you sure we’re not lost, sir?”
The other two hirelings, a Triton with a tangle of navy curls on his head and eyes that glittered like gold and a Goblin with a mischievous smile and messy black hair that was cut hastily, named Nalu and Bullet respectively, fell behind their Captain and their Halfling companion. They listened intently to their conversation, as Skillet had been known to get the adventurers lost from time to time, and they both were eager to finally get to the village he was leading them to and get off their aching feet.
The Firbolg only just waved the girl off, chuckling to himself. “I know these woods like the back of my hand, Finch Waveborne,” Skillet had said to her, not slowing down his pace as he spoke over his shoulder. “This forest is where I used to play when I was just a youngling, not much younger than you three are now. The reason I am so adamant to get to Drake’s Cove, the town we are going to be selling our services to next, is because it used to be my home. And, here we are…”
With a flourish of his hand, the Dragon’s Woods began to thin around the adventures, and signs of civilization began to appear.
Drake’s Cove was an old fishing village, weathered by age and the sea surrounding it. Farmlands and small houses made of river stone and thick logs of oak wood dotted the land, their thatched roofs rustling in the wind. The homes were sparse at first, with patches of trees and large expanses of farmland between them, but as the land rolled downwards towards the cove where the ocean lapped at the stoney shore, the houses grew closer together and the farms became smaller. One main cobblestone road ran through the main part of town, in some places covered in mud from carriages or sand from the beach, while footpaths and rotten boardwalks branched off in every direction, beating down the tall beach grass.
Near the cove stood a large inn, with rickety wooden piers surrounding it on both sides, multiple fishing boats moored against them, bumping against the docks with soft thumps as the waves rocked them back and forth. Skillet smiled as the inn came into view through his shaggy fur, and he gestured for his young hirelings to follow him deeper into town.
Drake’s Cove was home to a variety of different races, from bulky Orcs chopping firewood or hauling water from the well at the center of town to dainty-looking Elves tending vegetable gardens and beating rugs on lines with large beaters, each one living together in peace. There was even a Dragonborne living in town from what Bullet could see, and he was exiting the bakery with an arm’s full of fresh savoury breads and sweet sticky buns. Each one raised a hand or gave a small smile in greet as the adventurers past, calling out their ‘good afternoon’s and ‘nice to see you’s to the Firbolg leading the three younglings behind him. Children played in the middle of the road, entertaining themselves by playing pretend with one another, large dogs chasing behind them.
Approaching the inn, the adventurers could see that it was two floors tall, with a high roof made of slate tiles, the only building like it in the whole town. The first floor of the inn was built from smooth river rocks, and the second was made of dark-stained oak logs, with large windows evenly spaced throughout. Even though it was summer, the large chimney billowed out thick, white smoke. A sign hanging from a metal bracket above the large double doors named the inn ‘The Salty Drake’.
Skillet sighed happily when he led the young hirelings to the front doors of the inn, reaching up with one large hand to bat at the sign, making it swing back and forth on the bracket, squeaking sharply. “This here is ‘The Salty Drake’, the best inn this side of the Dragon’s Woods. During my younger years, I spent many a night here after returning from my adventures, draining the poor barkeep of his ale.” Skillet chuckled to himself as he reminisced, the three younglings behind him hanging onto every word. It was not often that their Captain shared any information about his past, so learning about his old stomping grounds excited them greatly. Snapping the three back to reality, the Firbolg gestured to the door. “I know the barkeep well, as he is one of my very best friends. We’ll be able to get a cheap steading here as we work, and be able to fill our bellies with his cooking.”
With a wink as he promised the hirelings a comfortable bed to sleep in and a hot meal, Skillet pushed open one of the large doors and wandered inside, the three sharing an excited look before following their Captain inside.
The inn opened up into a grand common room, which was spacious and comfortable, with a low ceiling and a sitting area around a large stone fireplace that stretched almost half the length of the room, the flame dancing upon the glowing logs. At the back-end of the common room stood a bar with many tables and chairs surrounding it, each table hosting a patron or two as they sipped from their goblets of cold ale or spiced mead shamelessly in the middle of the day. A kitchen could be found behind the bar, with smells of cooking meats and baking bread wafted into the adventurers’ nostrils. The bar itself was clean and tidy, and an older Elven gentleman stood behind it, cleaning a goblet with a rag. He was a Wood-Elf, upon further inspection, with dark skin, long black hair tied into a tight bun on top of his head, a meticulously kept beard flecked with grey, and piercing grey eyes that have been hardened by life.
With the sound of the front door opening and the footsteps of potential customers, the Wood-Elf looked up briefly from his work of cleaning dishes, and a wide grin split his features at the sight of the elderly Firbolg. “S-Skillet?... Is that you, old friend?” He asked, his voice stammering a little as he placed the goblet down on the bar and came around the side to approach the travellers.
Skillet opened his arms as the Wood-Elf approached him, returning his elated smile and wrapping his arms around him, his much larger body swallowing the Elf up in his embrace. “It’s good to see you again, Thefni,” Skillet said as he pulled away, and Thefni straightened his apron, the grin that wrinkled his face never fading.
“I… I can’t believe this… I never thought I’d ever see you again!” Thefni said, looking the Firbolg up and down as if he still couldn’t comprehend the fact that he was standing here before him. “You left so many years ago without saying goodbye. Folks were saying you went to find that great adventure you’ve always wanted, some said you were going to get yourself killed. Where did you go? What did you see? Tell me, friend. Tell me all about your travels, I want to hear every detail!”
Skillet chuckled at the Wood-Elf’s excited ramblings and patted him on the shoulder as he mounted a stool in front of the bar, letting out a small groan as he finally rested his exhausted legs. “I will, I will, old friend, I promise. Maybe tonight, over a nice cold goblet of your finest ale, hmm?” Skillet said with a chuckle in his deep, rumbling voice. “But first, I must introduce you to my hirelings. This is Nalu, Finch, and Bullet…” Skillet gestured to each adventurer respectively as he told Thefni their names, each one giving a small wave or a curt nod in greeting. “While my days of solo adventuring and sword-fighting are far behind me, I’m still travelling the lands of Virelia with my new team of sell-swords. We were wondering if you would allow us to stay here at the inn while we are in town to provide our services. We won’t be here long, mind you, not much more than a week or two at most. Just long enough until we make enough gold to last us until we get to the next town over. What do you say, old friend?”
With the explanation finished and the four adventurers looking at him expectantly, Thefni let out a loud, hearty laugh, one that made the patrons at the tables around them look up from their drinks momentarily to see what was so funny. “Did you really think you had to ask permission to stay here, Skillet? You're just as hard-headed as you were before you left all those years ago. Of course you’re welcome to stay here, for as long as you four need to. There’s plenty of empty beds and ale for you and your crew.”
Thefni then cocked his head to the side and called out across the room to the inn’s barmaid, who was serving ale to a patron that looked like they had a little too much to drink already. “Falkrunn, dear, come show our guests to their rooms, would you?”
Falkrunn was short and stout Hill Dwarf with a tanned complexion much like Thefni’s, her face covered in a splash of freckles. She wore a simple green tunic and brown breeches, and a white apron tied around her waist and her long, brown curls were pulled back in a tight braid to keep it off of the food and drink she served. She perked up when her name was called, excusing herself politely from the drunken patron and silently gesturing for the adventures to follow her upstairs to where the empty rooms for rent were.
While the three young hirelings chased the pretty barmaid upstairs to offload their belongings and weapons, Skillet turned his attention back to the Wood-Elf, who had went back behind the bar to continue cleaning the dirty goblets.
“Say, Thefni…” Skillet began, folding his arms on the bar as he leaned in towards his old friend. “You wouldn’t happen to have any jobs that need to be done while we’re here in town, hmm? It is the least we can do, give you a hand around the inn while we’ll be sleeping in your beds, eating your food, and drinking your ale without paying you any coin.”
Thefni laughed once more. “Come now, Skillet. You know that you’re welcome here, coin or no coin,” Thefni repeated, but now he let out a little hum as he thought about the offer he was given. “Maybe I do have something you and your crew can do, only if you don’t mind that is…”
“Anything, dearest Thefni, anything at all!” Skillet said, trying to coax Thefni’s problem out of his throat.
“I’ve been noticing that my casks in the cellar are emptying faster than they usually do. I have even found some completely empty before I even get the chance to tap them. I believe that there might be rats in the cellar chewing open the casks, or maybe someone might be stealing the ale. Whatever it is, I needed someone to go down and investigate it. How about it, Skillet? Are you up for the task?”
“Consider it done, old friend,” Skillet smiled at the Wood-Elf, giving him a determined nod.
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Here is chapter 1 of 'The Adventures of the Merry Men', I hope you enjoy :)
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