#to grab a quick dinner at mcd’s

[anthonyjlockwood]

gardenia for mark/damien (because i want to be mean heehee)

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“Where should we grab dinner from?”

Mark, by his side, lets out a nonchalant hum – he doesn’t seem bothered; he looks at ease as he stares out the window. Right at home, and that’s just how Damien wants it. 

They’re pulled over on the side of an empty road. They’ve been driving for hours now, and although Damien could keep going, he needs a few minutes to assess their situation. To test the control he has over Mark, which he hopes is only getting stronger the further away they’re getting from his aggravating sister. He gives his ability an experimental tug, and like a puppet on strings, Mark perks up and turns to face him. 

“Is there, like, a McD’s somewhere?” he asks. “They’ve got the best fries. Or, like… I dunno, Damien. I feel like I need something heart attack-worthy. I haven’t been to a drive thru in months. Joanie’s been on a health kick.” 

Damien frowns, peering down at the paper map he has resting on the center console. They’re in the middle of nowhere, practically, but if there’s anywhere that sells edible things in the middle of nowhere, it would be McDonald’s. 

“Alright. Fasten your seatbelts, children.” Mark doesn’t need to be told twice. Like a robot, his arm automatically reaches for the seatbelt he discarded the second the car stopped, and he clicks it into the buckle. 

They start driving again in a silence that Damien forces to be comfortable. He puts half his energy into deciphering the map in front of him, and the other half into making Mark be a totally willing passenger. He can’t have him asking questions. Not about where they’re going, or what they’re leaving behind. He can’t let Mark dwell for too long on Boston, or Joan, or Sam, because each familiar face in his head is a stepping stone to his freedom of thought. 

Damien may be making this up as he goes, but there’s no room for error. And with his ability, there won’t be any. 

As they drive, though, he lets himself relax. Doesn’t think about whoever’s on their tail, or what they might find as they get closer to civilization. Won’t let himself consider the amount of people probably out there looking for him and Mark. And any thoughts about his complete lack of a plan; complete lack of purpose for kidnapping his former therapist’s brother? Totally buried. He lets them flow out of his head, imagines them settling down on the pavement and getting crushed by the wheels of their stolen vehicle.  

“Hey, Damien?” 

Mark’s voice startles Damien out of the wave of thoughts, providing the perfect distraction as he looks up at his captive. He hadn’t given Mark permission to speak. He thought he was doing a pretty good job of making Mark not want to speak, actually. Mark shouldn’t have any questions. He should be accepting of his fate right now – who he’s with, where they are, the lack of knowledge about where they’re going – without hesitation. 

Curiosity wins out, though, as he tries to stuff down the concern that inevitably flares up along with it. Concern that Mark’s gotten his free will back, for one – first and foremost – but also, concern that Mark will become aware of his fate but unable to do anything about it. Fighting back fruitlessly; totally aware that he would leave Damien if he could upon the first opportunity. 

Damien likes it better living under the illusion that Mark wants to be here. 

Because, as of right now, he does. 

“Hmm?” 

He keeps his tone neutral, keeping his eyes on the road as he watches Mark fidget with the seatbelt in the passenger seat. He pulls it away from his neck, pulls the collar from his shirt away from his chest. He seems restless, and that doesn’t bode well for Damien. But, eventually, he gets comfortable again – or, comfortable enough – and lets out, in one quick breath, “You’ve been super quiet. Is this… are you… okay? Are we okay together?” Mark, Mark, Mark. 

Always wanting to belong, wanting a place to call home… not so different, actually, from what Damien himself wants. The difference is, Mark knows what it’s like to have it. Damien thought he did. He thought, at one point, that he was happy. That he was okay with the people around him. But he soon realized that it was all a lie; the supernatural and his parents’ indifference and his own shortcomings – that he refuses to consider, that will never, ever get in his way again – won the battle against him for his cracking glass heart. So he gave it all up. Who needs humanity – who needs other people – when, at the end of the day, all you can really be sure of is yourself? Damien has everything he needs. Just him and his ability against the world. 

Mark, though… Mark knows what it’s like, both to lose people and to have people who miss you. Who want you around; who would fight tooth and nail to get you back. Mark has something to lose. He has faith in others; faith that there are people out there who love him and who want him to come home.

And, by extension, people he can disappoint. 

And because he’s Mark, he doesn’t want Damien to be one of those people. Not that he could disappoint Damien; Damien would never let that happen. He has the power to not let that happen. But his power isn’t what made Mark ask that question, so Damien isn’t really sure how to answer it. 

“Us? We’re golden, Lover Boy.” 

“Our relationship is… this is all real, right?” Mark asks, the concern and panic building in his voice. His eyes dart around, taking in the flat desert scenery outside the windows of the car that suddenly feels too small and confining. A tumbleweed passes by and is swept away by a sudden gust of wind; loose sand blows around swaying cacti, dull green contrasting against the bright blue sky behind them. The desert around them doesn’t feel real for Damien, either. This entire sequence of events has been one quick decision after another, and the realest part of it all this entire time has been Mark’s steady presence by his side. 

A presence he’s been trying not to let himself actually enjoy. It’s a means to an end with Joan, that’s all. It’s a way to get what he wants… a way to be free. A way to bother her, to hurt her the same way that he’s been hurt. 

He can’t actually care about Mark. That will only make it that much harder to hurt his sister. 

“You know… we didn’t have to run away,” Mark says quietly – this conversation is just one surprise after another. Damien’s eyes dart to him, widening with the anticipation of what he’s going to say  next. Internally cursing his ability for continuing to slip like this, for letting Mark speak at all.  “I don’t love you any less just because no one else can see it.”

The spider web of complex feelings Mark has for Damien now were a half-intentional, half-impulsive flex of his ability that Damien didn’t see coming before it was too late. They’ve been there, in the background, from almost the minute Mark got into his car when they started their journey. But like all else that doesn’t convenience Damien in the moment, he’s been pushing them away. Ignoring them, because they aren’t useful. They’re only going to cause him more pain. It was a terrible, self-destructive, impulsive mistake… but it’s the most genuine feeling he’s pushed onto Mark so far, and Mark, before this, was nothing if not genuine. Of course this would be the thing that would stick. The thing Mark would use to pick at the barely-healed scabs on Damien’s heart. 

He stiffens against Mark’s words, willing the scabs not to bleed. 

“I feel… safe with you, Damien,” Mark says. But his words are salt disguised as band-aids on Damien’s open wounds. Damien thought it would mean something, hearing them from Mark. But they aren’t genuine. They aren’t him. They’re just Damien, his loneliness and thirst for control and power playing Mark like a fiddle. Mark’s safety is nothing but a reflection of his own self-hatred. 

But… above all else, Mark is here. Mark feels safe with him. Those are the words that have been spoken, and Damien wills them to be true. He lets it all fall away; their situation, the fact that Mark isn’t safe with him, isn’t here willingly. 

All there is in his head now, all he has space for, is this. The car and the empty road and the vast desert landscape. The sky that is bluer because he has someone to look at it with. 

Mark is here, and Mark loves him.

Mark loves him.

Mark loves him. 

#hi welcome to probably the worst thing i've ever written in my life lol #you're so right though this prompt is mean #the bright sessions #mark/damien #damiark #shelly's fics

[sneverussape]

(you mean you’ve never had it? had what? mcdonald’s, silly. it’s tuney’s and my favorite. should i have? of course! and when you do, get the chicken nuggets with chips. it’s the best, especially with cola. that’s what I always get.  all right.)

i have an hc that snape loves junk food, particularly because he was deprived of it when he was younger. his favorite is mcd’s, and it’s one of the few ‘luxuries’ he allows himself to have when he’s older. he always orders the same thing: chicken nuggets, chips (with an extra sprinkling of salt), and a cola. 

#my art #hc #snape #omg spot his 90s shirt #i feel like he also occasionally escaped from hogwarts when he was a teacher #to grab a quick dinner at mcd’s #dumbledore doesn’t question when snape goes missing around the same time every month at dinner #mans is just enjoying his chicken nuggets XD

[deansmultitudes]

ice cold // dean x cas, au // M; angst //  2,7k // AO3

Warnings: mcd, falling through ice, drowning // written for @spndarkbingo square ‘sleepaway camp’ and challenge square ‘huddling for warmth’; @spndeanbingo square ‘castiel’; @writersofdestiel writer’s choice bingo square ‘fracture’

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The winter camp counselor is an idiot: that’s how you get an accident. The ice on the lake seems thick enough but it isn’t: that’s how you get a tragedy.

A dozen pairs of sharp blades clink and scrape against the hard surface of the ice. With each passing second the tension in Dean’s muscles grows, his eyes sweep across the lake diligently.

He just wants to go back to the cabin, crawl under the blankets with his boyfriend and not have to worry about everyone’s safety. But right now, in the cabin, the jerk counselor is probably having too much fun with the camp owner's daughter. There’s a reason he told the whole group to go skating and doesn’t give a damn what happens next.

“We should go back there and kick his ass,” Dean says when Cas sits down on the bench next to him.

“He said not to come back until dinner.” Cas checks his watch as if the time had magically jumped forward a few hours.

“Since when do you do what you’re told, Cas?”

A chuckle escapes Cas’s mouth with a puff of white breath in the cold air around them.

“Never,” he says, leaning to Dean to leave a kiss on his temple. “But just because we’re the oldest here doesn’t mean you’re responsible for everybody.”

“Yeah but it does mean that no one listens to me when I say this is a terrible idea,” Dean grumbles.

Cas wraps his arm around Dean’s shoulders to comfort him. Maybe nothing bad will happen. Maybe the ice is as thick as it seems: the temperatures have been low for the last few days—

Way too far from the shore, Alicia Banes, the I-Tonya-wannabe, springs into the air to do a salchow and Dean’s breath catches in his throat.

There is a version of this story in which Alica’s a little worse of a skater and she botches the landing. She lands flat on her back instead of on her blades and spends the following few days with a mild confusion. Maybe in that version a visit to the hospital is necessary. But at least, it’s just a hospital, not a morgue, and Alicia makes it home.

Well, Alicia always makes it home.

Not everyone does, because this is not that story and Alicia took some skating lessons on her local ice rink and has been training to do salchows ever since. So she’s good at them. So she lands it perfectly on the sharpened edge of her blades.

The physics do the rest. The thin, strained ice gives in.

Just like that, she’s gone under.

Dean’s already halfway there before Alicia’s brother can raise the alarm.

“Get the hell off the ice!” he yells to the panicking kids, frozen in their spots.

He grabs Alicia’s brother by the back of his jacket and yanks him away. There’s nothing he can do to help and saving two is much harder than saving one.

As the chaos and cries begin to fade in the distance, Dean drops to his stomach to distribute his weight, and crawls toward the hole in the ice.

Alicia isn’t there. There’s not even a tip of her head poking up through the water’s surface, not a sign of her gloved palm reaching out to try to grab onto something.

With quick but careful motions, he clears off the snow covering the ice around the hole for a better look. A bright yellow spot drifts just under the surface. Alicia’s hat. She’s under the ice.

Bobby always said that once you go under the ice, there is no going back.

Dean’s gonna prove him wrong.

He bangs as hard as he can against the ice above her, but ironically, it won’t break on his whim. He keeps calling her, hoping that she can hear him. That’s she’s not unconscious yet and his voice can lead her toward the opening. It must be scary and confusing down there, but maybe that is all that it takes.

It’s not. There’s no reaction: her face doesn’t turn up, he palms don’t slam against the ice. She doesn’t move. She can’t hear him or can’t react.

He’s running out of time.

Mindful of the thin ice beneath him, he unties his boots and kicks them off.

“What the hell are you planning, Dean?” Cas calls, crawling towards him.

“I won’t reach her from here,” Dean says, trying to keep his voice calm.

“You can’t go in there!”

Of course he can’t. But he has no other choice. Alicia’s just a kid. He can’t let her drown because of some dude’s criminal incompetence.

“She’s gonna die, Cas!”

He doesn’t need Cas to use his words, he can see it in the fear painted on his face. You might die, too.

“Help is coming.”

Good. They’ll be there to pull Dean out if something goes wrong and pulling himself out of there isn’t an option. At least he’ll be able to try to stay afloat.

But they won’t make it in time to save Alicia, because there is no time at all.

Dean slips off his jacket and takes off his belt. He loops one end around his wrist and hands the other end to Cas.

“You’ll help me find my way back.”

Cas doesn’t protest. He knows there’s no way to stop Dean. He knows this is the only right thing to do, even if it’s risky and stupid like hell. He wraps the end of the belt around his fist.

There’s no time for Dean to get slowly accustomed to the freezing water—if that’s possible at all. He slides right into it, gently, not to sink completely and lose his sense of direction.

Ten million needles stab into his body. Freakin’ freezing doesn’t cut it. It’s closer to burning.

He doesn’t try to hold back a scream but his throat gets too tight to let it out.

He blinks, breathing heavily. The only thought in his numbed mind is to get out of there. But Alicia…it’s her he has to focus on. He tries to poise himself but his eyes drift around, looking for the right direction.

“There!” Cas calls, pointing out to his left.

Dean can’t see her from there, but he trusts Cas. He takes a deep breath and dives down. Despite the pain, he keeps his eyes open. Alicia’s dark shape is right in front of him.

At first, his arms and legs refuse to move, like the signals from the brain freeze somewhere on their way. He manages to force some motion, to swim towards Alicia, but it’s like swimming in molasses spiked with crushed glass.

Above his head, the hard layer of ice separates him from air. The glassy lid of his casket.

No, he’ll be fine. He can’t start panicking now. If he does, they’re both done for. His wrist still has the belt around it, obstructing his movements, and he has to trust that if things go badly, Cas will save him.

He keeps pushing forward, until he can reach Alicia. She doesn’t move but there are still bubbles of air floating out of her nose.

Now all Dean has to do is get them both out of there. He yanks the belt twice to give Cas a sign and feels a pull in return. He bats his legs to propel them. The ice seems endless and his lungs are screaming for air.

But then it ends and his head’s above water again, he can breathe again. He pushes Alicia up to hand her over to Cas. Together they manage to get her out.

Cas is reluctant to leave Dean alone in the water.

“She’s still drowning,” Dean says, his voice trembling. “I’m good. Pull her closer to the bank and get her breathing.”

With a nod, Cas lets go of the belt and moves with Alicia to safety. Holding onto the edge of the ice, trying to calm his breath even as his body’s burning, Dean watches Cas conduct CPR on Alicia. Soon, with a spurt of water, she comes to. In the distance, resounds the wailing of sirens. The EMTs will take care of her, she’ll be just fine.

Dean will be fine too, though he’s spying a bout of the cold on its way. He props his arms firmly on the ice and tries to pull himself up.

There is a version of this story in which the ice holds up and Dean crawls out of the water, safely. Drenched and frozen to the bone, he makes it back to Cas and together they make it back to the cabin. Dean’s still shaking, even in dried clothes and under every blanket they managed to find. But it’s okay, because Cas climbs into his bed and presses his body along Dean’s, wraps his arms around him, moves his hands up and down Dean’s body for friction to warm him up and to get his blood flowing.

At night, enveloped by Cas, no longer aching from cold, safe and sound, Dean falls asleep.

Well. Dean does fall asleep that night.

But this is not that story and, as Dean manages to haul one leg over the edge, the ice shatters under his weight. The sudden drop gets him submerged again. Icy water tears through his nose and into his throat. He fights the reflex to gasp for air, as there’s no air around him, there’s only water.

Waving his numb arms and legs, he is barely moving. He’s not that far under the surface. He can hear Cas’s voice bellowing his name.

He thrusts harder, putting all his strength into the motions but it feels almost like something’s holding him in there. Seaweed wrapped around his ankle, some freaking whirlpool—doesn’t matter, he’s not gonna let it kill him.

It’s so close, just a little bit farther.

There’s a pull at his wrist, the belt that was still looped around it, it drags him up until he’s above water again. He coughs out the water and blinks to clear it out of his eyes. On the ice, Cas is holding the belt tightly, his coat wet up to his elbows.

“I got you,” he says, steering Dean his way.

“Knew you would,” Dean huffs out. He’s so freaking done with this place, with this penetrating cold. “Be careful, the ice—”

The ice creaks. They both hold their breaths.

A fracture appears on the surface under Cas’s chest.

“Cas, you have to move.”

Carefully, Cas pushes himself to the side, until he’s away from the crack.

But as soon as he tries pulling Dean toward him, again, there’s another creak. The ice is giving way.

“Move back!” Dean shouts. He won’t be of any help if he falls into the water, too. “Now!”

But of course, Cas never does what he’s told. He tightens his grip on the belt instead of dropping it.

“I won’t let you go.”

“The rescue’s coming, I’ll be fine ‘til then.”

“You’ve been there for too long already—” Cas says as if Dean doesn’t know it.

His whole body’s burning, his extremities lost all feeling in them but for the pain. He’s gonna go full Jack Dawson if he has to stay there any longer. He wants out. He wants out and he doesn’t want Cas to drop the only lifeline Dean has.

The ice creaks again. Another fracture. It’s a matter of seconds.

“Cas, please.”

“Alright,” Cas says. “Alright.”

But just as he’s about to let go of the belt and push himself back, something grabs Dean’s leg, pulls him under.

Dean could swear those are long wingers wrapped around his ankle, trying to drag him into the depths of the lake. The belt on his wrist, still tense, still held, is the only thing stopping it.

He knows it’s not possible. There’s no spooky thing hiding at the bottom of the lake. Still, he tries to kick to free himself of it, but his legs no longer listen. For a moment, he’s like a rag doll, yanked up and down and close to tearing at the seams. Then the hand lets go just as the belt comes loose and above him something heavy splashes into the water. Cas.

No no no no no.

They’re suspended like mosquitos in amber, until Cas gets a hold of himself and pulls Dean back up.

“Something grabbed my freakin’ leg,” Dean cries out as soon as he can breathe again.

Cas has got his arm around him, holding him in place, the other hand grasping at the edge of the ice, as finicky as it is.

He ignores Dean’s little freak out about a tree branch or a bunch of seaweed, his eyes fixed somewhere behind Dean’s back.

“The rescue’s here.”

There is a version of this story in which the rescuers are quick enough and equipped with two, not one, ropes for this sort of accident. They tie their ropes around both of their waists and pull them out, drag them all the way to the shore and wrap them in the thermal foil. Dean lives with Cas, happily ever after.

Well.

Dean lives.

...

The rope hurts as it tightens around Dean’s ribs and pulls with the force of three grown men. The edge of the ice bites into his spine and scrapes his back and his thighs as he’s dragged across it. The air is so, so cold against his wet, ice-burned skin, it barely makes a difference that he’s not in the water anymore.

He’s being pulled to safety and Cas smiles at him, softly, through his chattering teeth. Dean is rescued and they’re about to come back for Cas.

Cas lets go of his end of the belt.

The shock in Cas’s eyes is the last thing Dean sees, before Cas disappears under water.

“Cas! Cas, no!” Dean screams, struggling against the pull.

Despite the numbness, he manages to toss himself forward, latch onto the edge of the hole. They stop pulling, they realized something went wrong, as Dean frantically looks for a sign of Cas in the water.

There’s a light blur, deep down. It has to be Cas’s coat. Dean throws the end of the belt for him to grab, but Cas is too far already, pulled down, down, by something that’s not seaweed, or a branch, or a whirlpool. There’s something in the lake and it’s taken Cas.

There are men, grabbing Dean by his legs, pulling him away, as he’s shouting Cas’s name. He’s kicking and screaming, he can’t let them drag him from Cas. He has to save Cas, like Cas saved him.

Even as he watches the rescuer put on his gear and jump after Cas, Dean’s trying to tear out of a paramedic’s strong hold and follow him. It doesn’t matter that he’s too weak and that his limbs are numb and that he wouldn’t even make it back across the ice.

There’s something in the lake.

And no one believes him. And no one lets him save Cas.

And no one can save Cas either.

Later, they’ll say Cas got a bad cramp, or that some debris caught his leg. Or that he couldn’t stay afloat in the cold water. Like Cas was too weak to wait a little longer. No one will even listen to Dean. Except for the shrink, who’ll say he fabricated the thing in the lake to cover his survivor’s guilt. After all, if Cas hadn't tried to save him, he wouldn’t have died.

In the spring, when the ice has melted away, they will send the divers to comb the lake, but they won’t find Cas’s body. They will bury an empty casket, just to have some bullshit closure. Dean’ll give up on trying to catch up on those missing months his senior year at school. He’ll have other books to study, on local folklore, on world mythology regarding lakes, water, and ice.

Each year he’ll spend a few months up in that closed camp, like a ghost town, after the counselor’s arrest and the owner’s bankruptcy. He’ll drill through the ice and lower himself into the freezing water. He’ll wait and wait, until he can’t feel his body. The thing will never come. But he’ll never stop believing his truth.

There’s something in the water: that’s how you get a love lost.

There was once someone who tried to save you: that’s how you get a tragedy.

#spndarkbingo #spndeanbingo #writersofdestiel #destiel #destiel fanfic #my writing #ice cold #sorry the ao3 link doesn't work yet ill post tomorrow im freakin sleepy lol

[nitr0glycer1ne]

Ducktober/Duckvember Day 8 - Ship

Hooooo there it is!!! Some Drakepad!!! Well, some pre-relationship Drakepad, but still! And also I get to write Lena and Gos for the first time! My headcanon is that Gosalyn is a year younger than Webby (HDL's age), and that Lena "is" a year older than Webby. Gos and Violet are the same age, but Violet skipped a grade. Also I mainly took inspiration from the original Gosalyn, though I did make her a bit more done with her dads maybe??? Please enjoy!

“Uuuuugh!” “What’s going on, Gos?”

The redhead let her head slump on the table, while Webby gave her a puzzled look. It was rather unusual to see Gosalyn look so discouraged; the fiery girl was usually the first to motivate other people when they felt down, and was a seemingly endless well of energy. But Gosalyn had seemed a bit distant since the morning. Since they were a year older, Webby and Violet didn’t have classes with her; but when the three of them and Lena had met up before classes, Gosalyn had already seemed a bit down.

“It’s my dad.” she mumbled. “And Launchpad.” “Are they arguing about whether or not you should be allowed to stay up past nine again?” Violet asked, finishing her yogurt. “No, thank God.” Gosalyn answered, her face still again the table. Lena, who was a grade above Violet and Webby, looked at her with a small smile. “Then come on, spill the beans."

Drake had bonded with her and Violet’s dads, and while she considered him a friend, she also loved teasing him, since he was very easy to tick off.

“It’s just that they won’t go out together! It’s annoying!” Gosalyn complained, lifting her head from the table and rolling her eyes. “They look at each other all lovey-dovey, Launchpad basically lives in our guest room and acts like he’s also my dad, and when they argue it’s like seeing an old married couple!”

She almost added that they fought crime together, but she wisely decided to keep quiet about that last fact.

“It’s true that I did hear Launchpad talking to Dewey about the many ways in which your dad is amazing and looks dashing and stuff for half an hour the other day.” Webby remembered as Lena snickered and Violet nodded in understanding. “It was sweet, but also pretty funny to see the exact moment when Dewey’s face lost all expression. He does that a lot when he’s bored.” “See!” Gosalyn roared. “That’s why I’m talking about! There’s nothing not romantic about that! But when I tell dad that he should date Launchpad, he gets super pissed off!” “Hmm…” Violet lost herself in her thoughts for a moment, gathering them. “Maybe you should try a different approach, if direct confrontation was inefficient.” “I’m sure I could make some sort of love potion.” Lena offered, eating the last piece of her fruit salad. “They’re already in love, dummy!” Webby smiled and affectionately ruffled her best friend’s hair. “But I have another idea, and I’m sure you’ll like it!” “You do? Really?”

Webby nodded, offering her friend the brightest smile she could. Gosalyn couldn’t help but be a little bit scared.

-

“Ahem. Ladies, thank you for being here today!” “You literally dragged us here right after school.” Lena reminded Webby, who coughed a little. “Details, details, my dear Lena. Anyways, let’s kick off Operation Drakepad!” “Drake… pad?” Violet asked, tilting her head. “Is that a portmanteau of my dad and Launchpad’s name?” Gosalyn asked in disbelief. “That’s so… cheesy. Exactly like them. I love it!” “Thank you, Miss Mallard.” Webby bowed, pleased. “But I’m not the one who came up with the name. Meet my associate in romantic cases, Hueeeeey Duck!”

Like a proud mother, Webby pointed her two indexes at the duckling who was standing right next to her.

“Why does he have to be involved?” Gosalyn asked. She didn’t mind the Duck triplets at all; but she was curious as to why Webby had decided Huey would be, in her words, “a precious ally”. “Oh, because he was the other brilliant mind behind Operation Fendra!” “Fendra?” Lena repeated. “Huey, seriously?” “Hey!” Huey replied defensively. “It was a great name! Short, efficient, straight to the point!” “Silence!” Gosalyn yelled. “Was that operation about making two idiots in love realize that they’re in love?”

Huey and Webby looked at each other, suddenly embarrassed.

“… kind of?” the girl answered. “OK, and did it work?” “Weeeell…” Huey hesitated. “Not really, but we didn’t really have a backup plan for the eventuality of one of them being a spy sent by Mark Beaks to infiltrate Gyro’s laboratory, so it… wasn’t a failure either?”

Lena, Violet and Gosalyn looked at each other in disbelief. Gosalyn was starting to look even more disappointed than during lunch, so Webby was quick to do her best to avoid further damage:

“But there’s no reason it shouldn’t work for Drake and Launchpad! I mean, I don’t think either of them own a laboratory? Or that they’re an enemy of Mark Beak?”

Gosalyn thought back to the time her father had investigated a case involving the egotistical and childish owner of Waddle, but she remained silent. After all, Launchpad had been investigating alongside Darkwing Duck, and there was absolutely no way the loyalty the pilot had towards her father was anything but genuine.

“Nah, I don’t think so.” “Then the plan should be an absolute success, I guarantee it!” Webby giddily promised, although Huey looked a bit more skeptic. “And what is than plan?” Violet inquired, curious. “Will you tailor it to the targets’ personalities and interests, or is it something you can apply to every situation and soon-to-be couple?” “A mix of both.” Huey answered. “The idea is to set them up for a date, and to try to make it a date they’ll enjoy.” “So, Gos!” Webby turned her attention to her redhead friend, who seemed a bit lost, somewhere between tempted by the idea and being in utter disbelief at the somewhat surreal scene that was unfolding in Webby’s room. “What do you think your dad would like for an ideal, romantic, sure-to-sweep-Launchpad-off-his-feet date?”

Gosalyn did have an idea, but she wasn’t sure making the date Darkwing Duck theme was going to help set a romantic tone- it would just be like one of their regular Darkwing Duck marathons.

-

“It’s really nice for your boss to invite us for dinner.”

Launchpad, Drake and Gosalyn were in the pilot’s car, an old thing that had seen better days but that Launchpad lovingly took care of. The trio was headed towards the McDuck manor, the two adults sitting in the front while Gosalyn was in the back, seemingly innocently reading comics. However, her mind was focused on what awaited her father and his almost-boyfriend that night.

“In fact, it’s almost too nice.” Drake continued suspiciously. “I mean, he does owe us for the heroic help I provided when those aliens invaded us, but still, isn’t it a bit weird for Scrooge McDuck to-” “Daaad.” Gosalyn rolled her eyes. “Geez, can’t you enjoy a nice gesture from an old man?” “Gosalyn is right!” Launchpad nodded. “Mr McD is nicer than people think. He took me in when I didn’t have a place to stay, you know!” “Mmmh.” Drake nodded. “Still…” “You worry too much!” Gosalyn scolded, putting her comic aside. “That’s what too much crime fighting will do to you.” “What?! There’s never enough crime fighting, young lady!” “Whatever. Just… let Darkwing in the car for tonight, okay? Be Drake and have fun.” “Yeah, DW! It’s gonna be a fun evening!” “Launchpad, don’t call him that!”

They had been so busy bickering that they barely noticed they had arrived. Launchpad almost crashed the car when parking it in front of the garage, but the three of them arrived in one piece in front of the manor’s entrance. Out of habit, Launchpad was about to open the door, but Drake gently grabbed his wrist and rang instead. A surprised Mrs Beakley opened them.

“Launchpad? What are you doing here? I thought you wouldn’t be coming back here before Sunday.” “What?” it was the pilot’s turn to be puzzled. “We’re here for dinner?” Drake clarified, suspicious. “The one Scrooge McDuck invited us to?” “Dinner? Mr McDuck hasn’t told me-” “Oh hey, hi Launchpad! Hi Mr Mallard! Hi Gos!”

Webby had sled right in front of her grandmother, offering the trio the warmest and most welcoming smile she could. Mrs Beakley looked at her granddaughter, suspicion growing more and more obvious on her face, but the girl ignored the heavy gaze she felt on her back:

“How wonderful of you to join us for a magical evening sure to please your minds and your palate! Please, come inside.”

Launchpad stepped inside the house, oblivious, but Drake kept looking at Webby as if she had grown a second head. He then glanced at his daughter, but she raised her shoulders, the very picture of innocence. Sighing, Drake followed his friend. When Gosalyn entered the manor, she saw Mrs Beakley was talking with Lena in a hushed tone, looking somewhat displeased but mostly perplexed. The redhead understood Webby hadn’t told her grandmother about their plan, probably because she would have done everything in her power to dissuade the kids from putting it to execution.

And, to be honest, Gosalyn couldn’t blame her.

But the plan was now in motion, for better or for worse. Gosalyn had, of course, been heavily helping Webby and Huey with it; but in the end, the last steps were entirely up to them, and she truly hoped it would succeed. She would never forgive herself if her meddling somehow hurt her father and Launchpad’s relationship; but she truly believed neither of them would do the first move, and that someone had to intervene, for their own good.

She met with Violet and Lena, who had apparently managed to convince Mrs Beakley to let them handle the situation if the way the housekeeper had gone upstairs while muttering “children…” half annoyed and half affectionately was any indication.

“And now, we wait.”

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“Woah! Did you change the decoration? The kitchen didn’t look like that last week!”

While Launchpad looked around the room, amazed, Drake felt like he had stepped into one of those trashy novels oozing with over the top romanticism. Every surface available was covered in rose petals and candles, save for the table at the center of the room, covered with a pink tablecloth. Soft jazz music was playing, and strings of small paper hearts had been taped to the wall.

One of the Duck triplets – Drake still had trouble telling them apart, this one wore a white shirt with a red bow tie – greeted them, a napkin thrown over his arm.

“Ah, welcome, welcome! Your table awaits, gentlemen.”

The duckling guided them to the table, which was around two meters away from them, and let the two adults sit down. Launchpad was still looking around, marvelling at the gentle and cosy atmosphere the candles gave the room, while Drake listened to him, feeling a smile blossom on his beak.

It was when Webby brought them a menu, one that only had a single option available – labelled as “Cupid’s Choice” and whose main dish was a plate of meatball spaghetti – that everything clicked in Drake’s head. Gosalyn’s enthusiasm when she had told them of the dinner, the way she had been looking at him and Launchpad all day long, Beakley’s confusion, the ridiculously romantic decoration of the room-

Gosalyn may not have been his biological child, but she was definitely his clever daughter. She took so much after him, and after Launchpad too, now that he thought about it.

And as a complete understanding of the situation hit him, Drake laughed, taking Launchpad by surprise.

“DW- uh, I mean, Drake, what’s going on?” “Oh, nothing, nothing, don’t worry.” Drake reassured his friend, looking at the emerald eyes he could get lost in, noticing for the first time how close their hands were, resting on the table. “I’m just looking forward to this dinner.”

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And of course the dinner was a success!! Let me know if I should write it! I'm just weak for the Mallard-McQuack family......... and Webby and Huey's matrimonial agency of sorts... and Team Magic befriending Gos.... I hope I did this pairing justice, it's my favorite DT17 ship!!

#drakepad #drake mallard #launchpad mcquack #gosalyn mallard #ducktales #ducktober #violet sabrewing #lena de spell #lena despell #Webby Vanderquack #huey duck #bentina beakley #mrs beakley #dt17 #my writing #my fics #team magic

[rebellingstagnationblog]

The Christmas Song - World of Color

We now continue with our regularly scheduled World of Color program!

"Holy cats," DW breathed, sitting forward and straining his seatbelt to get a better view.

Nestled in the trees sat a three story cabin. The front yard was bracketed by a modern garage on one side and a classic carriage house on the other, making the area a "U" shape. With the gently falling snow and the picturesque mountains as the background, the cabin looked like something out of a fairy tale.

"Not too shabby for a Christmas getaway." Launchpad glanced in the rear view mirror and caught sight of his passenger's gobsmacked expressions.

"Sure, but I don't know if I'd call this place a cabin," Max said.

"Well, it needs more decorations at any rate," Goofy said. "C'mon, Maxie. Help me unload the boxes." He loped out of the car and headed to the trunk, only slipping on the quickly accumulating snow twice.

DW twisted around in his seat and caught Max's eye. "Please tell me he didn't bring his own decorations."

"Only a few boxes worth." When DW shot him an appalled look, Max held up his hands in surrender. "I made him leave some stuff behind. If he'd brought everything, we would've needed another car."

"It looks fine as is!" DW said, gesturing to the cabin where the trees surrounding the property were strung with strands of twinkling white lights. A wreath was mounted on the front door and the third level balcony had garland hanging from its railing. It was simple, but still felt Christmasy. Goofy liked to have a yard covered in decorations, though, all the lights color coordinated and a Santa incorporated somewhere.

Max shrugged and got out of the car to help his father.

DW glanced to Gos in desperation.

"I'm just glad we're staying in someplace civilized and not a rickety backwoods cabin with an outhouse. This," she gestured to the area, "is camping I can get behind." With that, Gos climbed out of the car and started carrying their luggage inside.

As his last port in the storm, DW looked to Launchpad, who smiled. "Looks like you're gonna have to accept it, DW. Easier than puttin' up a fight."

"On that, LP, we disagree." He glanced out at everyone walking up to the cabin with bags thrown over their shoulders and boxes tucked under their arms. "But I suppose if I go along with it, I might be able to contain some of the chaos."

"That's the spirit!" Launchpad said, clapping DW on the shoulder, turning the car off, and stepping out into the snow.

The cabin was massive, golden light spilling out of the windows and illuminating the front yard and was painted white. It would've been a striking contrast to the green of the woods around it, but it was right at home amongst the dark skies and snowfall. The carriage house to left looked to have been converted into more living space connected to the main house, while the garage to the right seemed to be separate from the rest of the property. Launchpad could park the their rental cars in there once everything was unloaded and everyone inside.

The main pathway to the house curled up to the front door and wooden staircases stretched up from the ground to the second and third floor balconies. The roof came to a point in the middle like houses did in children's drawings.

Excited chatter filled the frigid air as the group entered their temporary holiday home. If everyone had been impressed with the exterior, it was nothing compared to what the inside held.

The front door opened to reveal an open concept living space, a huge stone fireplace the focal point with large comfortable looking sofas and chairs grouped around the room. Two doors were on the right, nestled underneath the free-standing staircase. To the left was the ideal space for a Christmas tree; DW would surely lead the charge on cutting one down. Past the would-be-Christmas-tree space lie a dining room with a giant wooden table spanning the length of the room with enough chairs for the whole group gathered along the sides. Launchpad suspected the kitchen was around the corner, which would also connect the main house to the carriage house.

Huey, Dewey, and Louie were busy running around and exploring. They called out their discoveries as they found them while the rest of the party finished bringing in their luggage and boxes of presents and decorations.

"There are two bedrooms in that small separate house," Huey said. "We call dibs on one of them." He pointed to his brothers.

"It's a carriage house, lad," said Mr. McD. "When this cabin was first constructed, it was where the carriages were stored. I suspect the garage was the stable for the horses."

"Well, there's a lounge on the upper level of the carriage house, so super dibs," said Dewey, grabbing his belongings with the other two and darting back through the kitchen towards their room.

Mr. McD chuckled. "I've a mind to take that other room to keep an eye on them."

"We can take it, Uncle Scrooge," said Donald, Daisy nodding her agreement.

"Nonsense!" said Mr. McD. "Yeh take one of the master bedrooms. S'better suited to a couple."

Donald shifted their bags, uncertain, and Daisy asked, "Are you sure?"

"Aye, lass. With all the activities we have planned, I'll gladly take a room with less stairs." He winked at her.

Daisy smiled and followed Donald upstairs.

Mr. McD turned to Gos and Max. "The second master bedroom is on the third floor, which would suit the two of you."

"Gosalyn will be bunking with me," DW said.

"No, Gosalyn will not," Gos said, turning to face him. "Our last romantic getaway was crashed by Darkwing Duck. I'd like to spend this one with my boyfriend."

DW scowled at her. "I— heard F.O.W.L. crashed your weekend, not Darkwing Duck. He saved you! … Based on what I heard."

Gos picked up her bags. "Max and I are sharing a room. You can have your own, if my math is right." She glanced at Mr. McD.

"'Tis, lass."

"There you go." She grabbed Max's hand and led him upstairs, Max lugging his suitcase behind him.

Mr. McD smiled at DW. "They deserve it," he said. "They both work hard."

DW scowled at Mr. McD. "It's not about how hard they work. Speaking of how hard Gosalyn works, don't think I've forgotten about Hawai'i in all this chaos. I will find out what happened."

"I'm sure ya will, lad. When Gosalyn decides to tell ya. Now, I'm going to settle in. There are more rooms on the second floor, feel free to take your pick." With that, Mr. McD took up his bags and went to find his room.

DW turned to Launchpad, ready to keep arguing, but Launchpad shook his head. "Max and Gos already live together, DW. It makes sense they'd share a room."

DW pointed a finger at Launchpad's chest. "Don't you bring your logic into his."

Goofy, who had piled the last of the boxes in a corner of the room, grinned. "I sure was relieved when they finally moved in together. Maxie's been meanin' to ask Gosie to move in with him since they met." He elbowed DW lightly. "Seems he likes her a lot. Still gets himself all worked up and nervous over the small stuff." Shouldering his bag, Goofy glanced up the staircase. "Yeh have any preference on yer room?"

DW, grabbing his luggage and shaking his head, trudged up the stairs. "I'm never going to win an argument ever again."

Goofy glanced back at Launchpad, an expectant look on his face.

"I'll find a room later," Launchpad said. "I wanna park the cars in the garage before the snow starts coming down too hard."

"Need any help?"

"Nah. It won't take long."

Goofy nodded and headed up behind DW.

Launchpad zipped up his coat and yanked on a pair of gloves before heading outside once more.

Parking the cars turned out to be a stroke of genius as the evening wore on. Not just because the snow started to come down in droves, but Launchpad had found the woodshed on his way back inside, and had brought in a basket full of logs to start a fire. Everyone reconvened in the great room as Goofy and Daisy cooked dinner. The roaring fire gave off enough heat to keep everyone warm as they unpacked their Christmas decorations and the boys hung sprigs of mistletoe around the house.

When Donald and Daisy were caught under the mistletoe, the boys whistled and cheered when they exchanged a quick kiss. DW was careful to avoid the plant, looking up dubiously before settling anywhere.

At one point, Huey tried to hang a sprig above Max and Gos, but she glared at him until he moved away, the plant still in hand.

Getting the whole group together for Christmas — spanning over at least three families — was bound to lead to some interesting stories. And Launchpad was looking forward to all of them, excited that both of his families and his new friends were together in a grand cabin for the holidays.

#darkwing duck #season of light #geronimo series #25 days of ficmas

[thelifeoflorna]

~16/2/2022~ A whirlwind of a day, but I'm not feeling too bad considering! Was up and out early as had a peer support appointment - was a final session - always find endings awkward, but felt okay, will definitely miss the morning coffee meet ups though! Got the bus back home. Had team meeting and quick catch up with supervisor. Then hit with a bit more chaos - W is off with covid until Sunday, today H said she won't be able to come in for the rest of the week either as severe back pain returned when she attempted to drive today! A hasn't been able to find cover for any of it, and I've got a mounting pile of washing up which I still haven't felt in a physically strong enough place to get round to. In the afternoon I decided to get the bus to the university library to pick up a book I need for my assignment - could do a fair bit of work from my phone on the journey. Then got the bus to the seafront for a quick blustery rainy walk. Got the bus to Churchill Square where I was successful in my mission to find cookies in M&S, grabbed some dinner in McDs. Then from checking my emails on the way home discovered that the potential placement that was looking like the only viable option has been officially ruled out as a possibility :( - in all honesty I was half expecting this, and don't feel too bad about it as in a way it makes my decision easier! There are still a few loose ends I'll have to attempt to pursue and tie up before I make my final decision, but right now I actually feel weirdly liberated. When I got home I had to finish off some work as I'm on annual leave next week. Had a shower. Feeling exhausted. 🦄 #instadaily #instablog #update #mentalhealth #dissociativeidentitydisorder #cptsd #autism #traumarecovery #edrecovery #anxiety #chronicillness #disability #pots #potsie #dysautonomia #positivevibes #recovery #toastedmarshmallow #toastedmallow #kaya #hotchocolate #cosyaesthetic #campfirevibes #toastingmarshmallows #rosegold #selfcare (at Kaya In The Park) https://www.instagram.com/p/CaDerIJK0qs-MXhZNLDzksISQPdawyzle1X74M0/?utm_medium=tumblr

#instadaily #instablog #update #mentalhealth #dissociativeidentitydisorder #cptsd #autism #traumarecovery #edrecovery #anxiety #chronicillness #disability #pots #potsie #dysautonomia #positivevibes #recovery #toastedmarshmallow #toastedmallow #kaya #hotchocolate #cosyaesthetic #campfirevibes #toastingmarshmallows #rosegold #selfcare

[ickaimp]

[Darkwing Duck] How we Roll

Apparently we needed 2,330 words of Darkwing Duck family feels fluff involving sushi today.

“Launchpad!” Drake grinned at his partner in delight. “I didn’t know you could use chopsticks!” 

“Oh yeah.” Launchpad deftly dropped a piece of crab sushi into his mouth with his chopsticks, taking a quick second to chew and swallow before speaking again. “Went around the world with Mr. McD and the kids, picked up a few things along the way. Kind of had to, Mr. McD is a stickler for table manners, especially when it comes to meal time negotiations.” He went to grab another pieces and it slipped, falling out of his chopsticks. The chopsticks quickly followed, one falling off the table and rolling on to the floor. “Course, I tend to crash them too.” Launchpad chuckled ruefully, then picked up a piece of salmon nigiri. “To be honest, I’m better at eating sushi with my fingers.” If that was the only thing Launchpad crashed tonight, Drake would count it as getting off lightly.

“Using fingers to eat sushi is still culturally acceptable.” Drake grinned, picking up piece of nigiri and daintily eating it. Yellow tail. One of his favourites. “How are you doing, Honey?” He asked, turning to his daughter, who seemed to be sulking a bit. “I’m still not so sure about this.” Gosalyn poked her california roll suspiciously, holding the chopsticks like daggers. She hadn’t been entirely thrilled with Drake’s suggestion for dinner, his attempt to branch out their diets a little bit more. “Raw fish?” “Only some of it is raw, and none of the sashimi is for kids.” Drake grinned, giving Launchpad a quick wink. “You’re not ready for the raw fish.”

“What?!” Gosalyn straightened, her face twisting in outrage. “What do you mean ‘I’m not ready’-?!” “You haven’t tried any of the boring cooked stuff, and you can’t even hold your chopsticks properly.” Drake stole the california roll Gosalyn had been poking from her plate and quickly ate it. “Hey!” Gosalyn glowered at him. “Where did you learn to use chopsticks anyway?” She grumbled. “Studying with Goose Lee. How do you think I ate in Kung Pow City?” Drake shrugged, going after a nice looking piece of mackerel nigiri. Although the Chinese food in Kung Pow City was certainly different from Japanese sushi. But still, chopstick mechanics were similar, even if the shapes were slightly different. “When travelling, do as the locals do.” “Here, here!” Launchpad cheerfully agreed, and then paused. “Well. Unless they’re hurting people. In that case, you stop them.” “Yes, that.” Drake agreed. That was the principal thing that being a superhero was about. Gosalyn gave them both suspicious looks, then carefully picked up a piece of her california roll with her fingers and hesitantly ate it. She chewed for another moment, then swallowed, quickly reaching over and grabbing another piece to shove in her mouth. “It’s alright.” She muttered. “Glad to hear it.” Drake fought a smirk. “Although you’re still not getting any of the good stuff until you can master chopsticks.” “I can do that.” Gosalyn scoffed, picking up the chopsticks and arranging them in her hands. The top one slipped between her fingers. Drake said nothing as she attempted to figure it out, occasionally squinting at his hand as he picked things up to eat, as if trying to figure out if he was using some sort of magic trick. Launchpad gave him an amused look, dipping a piece of tiger roll into the soy sauce for a moment before sticking the dripping piece in his mouth and eating it with great delight. Drake wrinkled his bill at him, he’d overpower the delicate flavours of the fish with that much sauce, the heathen.

“Okay.” Gosalyn spoke up, sounding annoyed. “How do you do it?” “Like this.” Drake set his chopsticks down and reached over to help her, folding her fingers correctly. “Bottom one rests on your thumb, top one you hold like a pencil.” He helped move the sticks in the proper way.

“And then you use the chopsticks to chomp like an alligator!” Gosalyn squeaked in delight, clacking the tips of the chopsticks together. “Ah… Yes. Precisely.” He agreed with some amusement, releasing her hands. “Like an alligator.”

“Keen Gear!” She exclaimed, reaching to grab one of the california rolls still on her plate. It exploded between her chopsticks, falling to pieces. Gosalyn’s face fell for a second, then she got a determined look on her face, tongue sticking out of the side of her bill as she tried picking up the pieces of the dismantled california roll. He certainly had to give her points for determination. Drake turned his attention back to the sushi platter, debating what to eat next. Not the octopus, he’d leave that for Launchpad, too chewy and he didn’t like the feeling of the suckers between his teeth. Something moved in the corner of his eye and he reacted without thinking, catching it with the tips of his chopsticks before it could strike him. “Neat-o!” Gosalyn cheered, staring at thim in wonder. “You just *BLAM!* caught that! Snatched it right out of the air!”

“Yep, yep, yep.” He set the piece of what looked like cucumber down on her plate, feeling extremely proud of himself. If it had been mostly a fluke, well, they didn’t need to know that. “Can you catch a fly out of midair too?!” Gosalyn demanded. “Usually.” He shrugged it off. Drake Mallard was a humble person. “But it’s not really worth it. You have to clean the chopsticks off after. Bug guts.” “EW!” Gosalyn’s face scrunched up, her tongue sticking out in disgust. “I wanna learn how to do that.” She decided, a fierce expression on her face. “And then I’ll make Tank eat the fly.”

He probably should say something against that. Probably. Drake glanced over at Launchpad, who seemed to be pointedly ignoring the comment and decided that his partner had the right idea of it.

“Here.” He flipped his chopsticks around and used the thicker back end to grab a slice of caterpillar roll and putting it on Gosalyn’s plate. “Try that. It’s like the california roll.”

Gosalyn’s eyes lit up, before narrowing as she focused on grabbing the caterpillar roll with her chopsticks, fumbling it a few times.

“Why’d you flip the chopsticks around?” Launchpad pointed at Drake’s hand, looking confused. “I ate off the other end.” Drake shrugged, turning his chopsticks back around. “Isn’t that how you serve if you’re sharing food?” That way you weren’t sharing germs and saliva. “Never thought of it.” Launchpad wiggled his fingers at Drake. Right. “Usually just pass it over and put it on their plate.”

Gosalyn made a confused noise as she finally got the piece of sushi into her mouth and ate it. “It’s warm-?” She said, confused and slightly disturbed. “Has cooked eel in it instead of crab.” Drake said mildly. Avocado, cucumber, and eel. “EEL?!” Gosalyn’s eyes went wide. “Gross!” “But tasty!” Launchpad pointed out, grabbing a piece of caterpillar roll as well and eating it. “You should try some of the roe.” “Roe?” “Here.” Drake scooped some small orange looking dots off a pieces with the back end of his chopsticks and putting it on her plate. “Try a small sample first.” Gosalyn gave him a suspicious look, but dipped the tips of her chopsticks into the bright orange dots and putting it in her mouth. Her eyes lit up. “They pop!” “Well, yeah.” Launchpad grinned. “They’re fish eggs! Little tiny tiny ones!” “Groooooosssss.” Gosalyn breathed, excited. “Can I have more?” “Sure.” Drake motioned to the  platters in the middle of the table. They had a lot of different kinds. “Anything you can grab with your chopsticks. And no raw sushi.” He smirked to himself as her jaw tensed up, a determined look on her face as she gripped the chopsticks tightly in her hand. Launchpad gave him a confused face and Drake gave a small shake of his head. Gosalyn stood up in her chair, one hand braced on the table as she looked over the platters of sushi. One of the joys of all-you-can-eat sushi was that it gave the opportunity to try a lot of different kinds. And between the active lives the three of them lead, they could certainly pack the food away.

She leaned forward to snatch at the closest sushi to her and shoving it in her mouth. Her expression turned puzzled. “I don’t think that was fish.” She complained once her mouth wasn’t full anymore. “Tamago is an omlette with normal eggs and Mirin, a type of sweet rice wine.” Drake explained. Honestly, he was just grateful she wasn’t talking with her mouth full. “That’s why it was sweet.” Gosalyn nodded as if that made sense. She reached for a piece with cooked shrimp, and at the last second, twisted her chopsticks to make a grab at a piece of raw tuna. Drake caught her chopsticks in his own. “Nice try, missy.” He declared as she growled in annoyance. He released her chopsticks and grabbed the tuna, quickly eating it. “Mmmm. Delicious.”

Gosalyn muttered to herself as she readjusted the chopsticks and grabbed a kappa roll, filled with cucumber. Drake smirked to himself. That was one way to get her to eat her vegetables. Launchpad glanced between them, looking suspicious as he went for a piece of octopus. Good. Drake watched his daughter try a couple more pieces before going for a beautiful slice of salmon, intercepting her. She muttered in annoyance, attempting to wrestle with the chopsticks. Drake smiled, foiling her plans. Gosalyn growled, and then it suddenly turned into an all out chopstick war, trying to grab and eat everything in reach. Launchpad yelped, then dove in with his hands as well, grabbing more than one piece at a time and shoving them into his bill before they could get to them.

It was rude, it was messy, it was so perfectly them that Drake had to smile to himself as he fended off the dwindling pieces of raw sushi from Gosalyn.It helped that she had far from mastered it, and kept fumbling the pieces that he would quickly grab. And then suddenly there was nothing left but wasabi and pickled ginger. Drake leaned back in his seat, feeling both full and satisfied as Launchpad started to pick at the ginger before offering it to Gosalyn. At least no one had accidently inhaled wasabi this time around. His first introduction to the green horseradish paste hadn’t been pleasant at all, although he didn’t mind a little bit of it. “I’ll get it next time.” Gosalyn muttered, trying to grab the slices of pickled ginger. “We’ll see, honey.” Drake said, pulling out his wallet as the waitress walked up with the check. With the mess they’d sort of just made, he didn’t blame them for not asking if there was anything else they could get.

It was a not uncommon occurance going out to eat with Gosalyn. Thankfully there had been no livestock involved this time around. He left a hefty tip, then escorted Gosalyn out of the building, Launchpad automatically following, guarding their backs. Gosalyn kept the cheap bamboo chopsticks with her, holding them like a stake, muttering about the utensils behind handy in case of rogue vampire attacks. A couple walking by them picked up the pace a little as they overheard what she was saying and he ignored them. It might have seemed odd to anyone else, but it made Drake happy to see Gosalyn growing up to be happy, healthy, and most of all, herself. Not trying to fit any pre existing molds that didn’t fit her. No matter how unlady-like her behaviour seemed to be, or terrified Birdie. He’d grown up to forge his own path, Launchpad too to some extent. And his daughter was already an amazing tiny person. Although she still had some growing up to do. Years.

“You know, we have several sets of chopsticks at home.” Drake casually mentioned, trying not to sound amused and failing.

“We do?!” Gosalyn exclaimed in excitement, then turned suspicious. “Really? How come I’ve never seen them?” “Oh! That one I can answer!” Launchpad volunteered. “That’s cause you never help with put the dishes away.” “I help occasionally.” Gosalyn retorted, torn between pride and defiance. Drake barely kept from snorting in amusement. The silverware was the only thing that was safe from Gosalyn, and even then it sometimes ended up being embedded in the wall. “And just you wait, Dad! I’ll master chopsticks in no time at all!” Gosalyn waved her stolen chopsticks in Drake’s face, looking stern. “And then we’ll see who gets the ‘good stuff’.” “Uh-huh.” He nodded, a skeptical look on his face. She snorted in annoyance and stomped forward, fingers moving to automatically try to hold them properly. He’d be willing to bet that she’d probably eat everything with them for the next three weeks, until she felt she’d sufficiently mastered them. He stretched, then rubbed his full belly, feeling happy and content, surrounded by two of his favourite people. It’d been a good dinner. Tasty food, no massive disasters, no villainous attacks, and he hadn’t had to pay for any dishes or property damage. “I don’t get it.” Launchpad whispered quietly at him. “Why don’t you want her trying the raw fish? It’s good.”

“It is.” Drake gave his partner a slow, smug smirk. “But this way, she’ll want to try it.” Launchpad looked puzzled a moment longer, before his expression slowly cleared as he realised that Drake had essentially tricked Gosalyn into learning how to use chopsticks and try raw fish, something she wouldn’t have even contemplated when they first walked in.

“Hot. Dog.” Launchpad whispered in awe, glancing between the still fuming Gosalyn and the smug Drake. “Good one.”

“Yeah well.” Drake shrugged, bumping Launchpad’s arm with his own in solidarity. “Let me know if you think of anything that’ll trick her to cleaning her room.” -fin-

#darkwing duck #drake mallard #launchpad mcquack #gosalyn mallard #icka fic #sushi #Drake is crazy #octopus is delicious #I blame Tazzy for the vampires

[undercovermcdfan]

Travlyn. Where did they go on their honeymoon?

title: Life on overload (must we make aspectacle of love)

pairing(s): travlyn

summary: people always said their lovewould burn out too quickly; travis was delighted how wrong they were.Honeymoon. MCD. Travlyn

a/n: I know this is a question, but Ilike to answer it with a fic. So, thank you for letting me indulge in myfavorite thing!!! Writing sappy stuff for my otp. Basically, the run down isthat this takes place far in the future and I’ll keep it very very vague howmany years down the line. Inspo song is Overload by John Legend ft. Miguel

warning(s): vague adult humor, fluff, textbookdiscrimination

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day two

“It’s a quite… um, a fixer-upper, I suppose?”

He laughed, resting his hand on the worn woodenstructure—otherwise known as his childhood home he spent oh so many years in.The hike from the main village hub to the dinky cabin hidden in the forestedmountain top of Enki’s island normally didn’t take long, but between supplygathering to drag up and Katelyn near fighting with merchants to simply sell them the supplies extended thehours that would normally take from the port to his old home. “Quiteoptimistic, aren’t you,” Travis mused, throwing her smile, “But I know thisplace as well as I know myself—there’s a reason I had us drag up so much stuff,love.”

Katelyn sighed. “We had to be a weird kind of newlyweds,” adjustingher pack, a smile appeared on her lips as she stepped forward, “I never eventhought of marriage, much less the idea of rebuilding my husband’s old home asa honeymoon but here we are.”

“Here we are…” he softly repeated, looking at the homebefore him. Nostalgia weighed heavily but also other, more complicated feelingstoo. For all the years spent here, to return felt almost damning—to hismother’s wish, to the curse this place one held on him, a symbol of isolation,a symbol of close-minded mentality he was chained to…

But there’s warmth, like a kindling fire, of the memories itkept. He took in a deep breath of the mountain air and Katelyn lock their fingerstogether, nudging slightly. “Travis, are you going to give me a tour of yourhome? Or are you going to be a terrible host and make me wait here?”

He laughed, pulling out a key from his pocket and stickingit in the door. As it flew open, he turned to her. She walked forward,intending to walk past but he held up a hand— before her questioning gaze meethis spirited glint, she found herself being lifted, legs and back supported asshe gave a surprise “What the—“

“Our house, love,” Travis grinned, taking a step in, “You mean ourhouse.”

She snorted, her arms wrapping his neck as she rolled hereyes, “Don’t you think it’s a little cliché for me to be carried in?”

“If it’s a cliché, it means there’s some sentimental valueto it, my dear.”

“Sentimental and you do go hand in hand…” she hummed,pressing her lips against the curse of his jaw, “Just because we’re married,don’t you dare treat me like your damsels from your romance novels?”

“A damsel? No. I’m just actualizing a promise I made tomyself,” he chuckled, ticklish from her slow-moving lips and hmm sound of consideration. “So where doyou want to go first?”

“Our bedroom would be nice.”

He raised a brow, smile turning devilish. “Interestingchoice, my dear.”

Her cheeks flushed, “I just want to see the state of what I haveto sleep in! Lucinda given us some potions to help with the cleanup….” Hisexpression didn’t fade, and she averted her gaze, burying her face against him,her voice muffled, “And… Travis, we’remarried.”

“I know,” he whispered, “it’s amazing.”

“Quite. And there’s certain things I should expect,” shesaid softly, “we walked for hours to get here, dragging so many materials—all Iwant is a nice bath and you at this very moment, but bath is unlikely and we’renewlyweds. So…”

“…we’ll check the bedroom first, love.”

She smiled.

day 16

The house was coming along nicely.

Though, Travis admitted that he lost his touch withmaintenance—he grown soft in his years of fighting and living in Brightportwith Katelyn—, the house wasn’t as bad as condition he was expecting.

For starters, the home was smaller than he remembered. Withall the books that took up space already and the ones they brought, it was evensmaller. Two rooms, a single bath,not quite stylish like the homes within the village at the bottom of themountain but it had a humble charm to it. Their calloused hands welcomed newblisters and roughness from work, patching the holes and replacing rotted woodas they slowly cleaned within.

Thank Irene forLucinda, Katelyn would often mention as she sparingly used the potionsgifted from the witch herself as a house warming/wedding present. The potioncontained the ability of restoration of non-magical and non-living objects, andthe potency was above average thanks to it being made by… well, Lucinda. Old furniture, damaged by theyears and weather, restored to almost new as well as a quick and lazy fix up ofthe rooms that require more than just a basic knowledge of home repair.

They officially moved in by the second week, the kitchenbeing stocked and fixed up to his own liking and Katelyn’s indifference. Theyrotated between the inn room that was a midway spot of their home and thevillage, slowly bringing more and leaving more.

Katelyn insisted they set up the second room, his old room,as his studio. She left her training dummy in an unoccupied corner of the home,with her murmuring about making a proper place once the weather thawed and theycould hire somebody to build. They ate dinner at sunset, slept with a warm firecozying their room and waking in tangled limbs, laughs and morning-breathkisses.

He’d would often catch her in front of the mirror, appearingat her appearance and long hair—it grown out since the last time she cut it,and knowing the look she held, she felt it was long overdue for another.

“It’s a hassle to clean,” she sighed, as he brushed herhair, “There’s never enough warm bath water to get through it all.”

He hummed, running his fingers through the curly softness.

“It’s efficient. And signifies a fresh start, you know,” sheleaned back to him, glancing up with a smile, “What do you think?”

“If it makes you happy, I say go for it.”

She softened her look, shutting her eyes as she said, “A conwould be this not being necessary anymore.”

“Mhm.”

“No more practicing your skills at making subpar braids.”

“True.”

“What if I cut it all off? Not shoulder length, chin or evenup to my ear,” she pushed back her hair from her face, glancing up, “All gone.”

“…well,” he grinned, pressing a kiss to her forehead,“Anything you choose, I guarantee I’ll be a sucker for. I got quite the biasfor you, love.”

Her smile widened, reaching up and letting her fingerstrail, shutting his eyes as she chuckled, “Stop that.”

He laughed. “You cannot silence the truth, my dear!” Heleaned down more, arms wrapping around her waist, and mercilessly, started hisattack of kisses.

“Oh my Irene,” she squirmed slightly, half-heartedly tryingto push him away but she succumb to strangled laughs that escaped and loudsnorts as it rolls into a genuine one.

Safe to say, she did end up cutting her hair but not to thelevel she suggested. Smiling, she turned toward his waiting form by thedoorway, expectant look as she waited for him to voice his thoughts.

“You look adorable.”

She rolled her eyes, then proceeded to twist a lock aroundher finger. “Thank you…” she patted space beside her, grabbing the scissors,“So what about—“

“Suddenly I remembered this very important thing I had todo!”

“It’s only trim! Travis, come back—Travis, I promise it’s just a—“ her laughsechoed through the house, as he ducked out and she, indulging in the chase,followed.

Day 28

The village tolerated his presence—realizing he was going tostay a while. Though they were thankful for the tyranny of the Demon Warlocksuddenly gone away and acknowledged, finally, Travis must’ve done somethingabout it… prejudices don’t suddenly evaporate.

“I’m sorry,” a shopkeeper said, with a genuinely apologeticlook, “But a… you know. You both are my first costumers and I wouldn’t like totempt the fates with, um, bad luck of you making a purchase.”

Travis’s face was trained pleasantness, smile and a soft“Oh, of course.” started already on his lips but as per their routine, Katelyndidn’t let him finish. Her eyes darken, and though the merchant towered her, heseemed to shrink under her gaze.

“You superstitious fool,”she grabbed the coin purse from Travis, “it is way too early for this amount of idiocy. Bad luck? Bad luck.” She scoffed, her voice goingfrom amused disbelief to mumbling as she walked around the store, collectingwhat they needed. “Every time I think this village isn’t so bad, people like you remind me it isn’t so.”

“Ma’am.”

“Don’t you talk to me,” she snapped, “I can’t promise what Imight do if you say something and I find myself getting offended again.”

Travis watched from the door way, awkwardly glancing fromKatelyn’s ranting to the frightened merchant—and he felt his smile go from fauxpoliteness of a friendly half demon to genuine and affectionate smile of aloving husband.

She slammed the money on the counter, not looking back or caring if she paid him too little or toomuch. The merchant didn’t call out with a correction, watching in stunnedsilence as the furious woman walked out, head held high, face etched with anicy calm expression.

He asked if she wanted him to carry the items she forcefullypurchased.

She shook her head.

He would like to say, this was a rare occurrence but twohours didn’t go by before Katelyn was reminded of his status within thevillage.

“You can buy here but it…”

“He’s one of the good ones, but still…”

“I’m sorry but it knows the rules and I sell these products to customers.”

Katelyn always gave her threats—one more word and they willfeel the wrath of Irene’s top general and they never tempted further. Sometimeshe’d ask if she was okay, and she was an honest person, she never did answer;she instead gave a complicated look, sadness and anger wrapped in exhaustion,maybe whispering to him a “I love you, Travis.”

When they return to the inn that became a second home andgreeted with wide smiles of a kindly older women who ran it, Katelyn collapsedon the bed with a groan and hugging the pillow close. “This place is hell,” shewhined, muffled against the pillow, “I use to think O’kasis deserved that titlebut no—this is hell.”

Travis chuckled, settling at the edge of the bed and hereached out for her hand. She accepted his hand readily, giving him a smallsqueeze. “You know you’re pretty hot whenever your threatening forty-year-oldbigoted merchants.”

She moved the pillow, enough so she could squint at him, agaze of ‘you’re unbelievable’ conveying perfectly at him.

Travis shrugged and thumbed the back of her hand, smiling,“I’m being honest. I can think about… two occasions where I wanted to kiss youmore than right now.” He pressed a small kiss to her knuckles, “I love you somuch.”

“I love you too,” she said back but there’s hesitation toher voice. The anger died and replace by sadness, sorrowful and almost pitying,as she softly continued, “You’re a good man, Travis. I didn’t question why youwanted to come back here but…” she smiled, interlocking their fingers, “I’llfollow you and remind you, stubbornly so, I love you more than thisIrene-forsaken island could ever.”

He laughed. She chuckled.

“I know. I know, and… I might not always speak up, I doappreciate what you do,” he softly said, leaning closer and she scooted, makingroom on the bed. He tossed the pillow aside, and she reached up, gentlytouching his cheek, “I can’t change their minds immediately… but that doesn’tmatter with you here. It doesn’t feel as scary anymore.”

They kissed, softly and comforting; her hand cupped the backof his head and his trailed down her side, squeezing her thigh.

When they pulled away, she whispered, out of breath: “Wait—Iforgot to send out our letters.”

He groaned, leaning his head against her shoulder, “Do wehave to go back? I was hoping to go home tomorrow.”

“And we will—but I promised to send updates to Liochant andthe others.”

He pouted.

“You could sleep in while I do that. Then I’ll come back andwe’ll go home together.”

“…I’ll come with,” he sighed, giving a small peck under herjaw, “Might as well check on the Doc; I didn’t get a chance today anyways.”

She nodded, running her fingers through his hair and shuther eyes. “Mmhm, we should invest in horses.”

“We should.”

“I’ll ask Liochant to send over some more money from mysavings.”

“And that he should come for a visit,” Travis chuckled, “Imiss that kid and the way he just… his anxious way of functioning.”

“Be nice,” she laughed, tugging at his ear, “Liochant isn’ta kid; you could learn a bit of manners from him, you know.”

“I’m good.”

“Sure you are,” she rest her cheek against the top of hishead, “You always are.”

Day 57

Katelyn rubbed her abdomen, quietly looking out the window;her legs crossed and blanket draped over her, she watched the pounding rain asrain roared outside. She could hear Travis in the kitchen, setting up theirdinner—he insisted making the curry Liochant sent a recipe for, and though thethought of rice was making her sick, she smiled at his enthusiasm.

He didn’t know.

Not yet, at least.

The doctor stated she was at least two months along. ButTravis thought she wasn’t feeling well, tired from debating whether they shouldexpand the home—he insisted it was fine for now, even though more and more itgot cluttered; she insisted they needed more space, though keeping her reasons why under lock and key.

In their living room, paintings hung all around—some ofherself, of himself, of both, and smaller ones of their friends but the largestby far was a woman with long, curly white hair, green eyes calmly looking downat her as her face, eyes and freckles familiar, a reserved smile and modestdress was worn. A painting made from memory, tears and he stubbornly draggedalong with them, fretting over with their trip to Enki’s island.

Six years. Many failed attempts and tears, a painting ofTravis’s mother.

He told her he could always do better, but she doubted heeven believed that—it was breath-taking work, and the years spent on it shown.She loved it as much as he did himself.

Cradling her drink, she found her mirroring a smile at thepainting, softly saying: “It’s been a while since we last talked. I have somegood news.”

Day 198

She attempted to get up but before she could make thetall-tale sign of an attempt, he was already at her side, flustered and smilingas he insisted she should sit while he get her more tea.

Lucinda, amused, shook her head and Aphmau laughed. Isabel,on the other, looked absolutely fascinated; eyes darting from Katelyn toTravis, she watched as Katelyn quietly thanked him and he beamed, pressing aquick peck to her forehead.

“I know we always joked about it, but…” Lucinda trailed, offas her eyes followed Travis’s disappearing form, “I’m honestly surprised he’staking to this fatherhood thing better than we expected.”

Katelyn chuckled, blushing, “Well… He has a good heart. AndI always suspected this was something he was looking forward to.”

“How do you know?” Isabel piqued, tilting her head, “BecauseI was out of the loop with Travis being anything like that.”

Katelyn, tucking her hair behind her ear, sat up a little asher hand placed on her large belly—“Twins,”Lucinda said the moment her eyes laid on Katelyn, “Boy. He really doesn’t makeit easy for you.”—and she rubbed her neck. “When I told him, two thingshappened—firstly, he cried. Looking at me, surprised and I almost thought hewas upset with it until he started sniffling, tears instantaneous.” Lucinda,Aphmau and Isabel laughed. Katelyn smiled softly, “And secondly, he wouldn’tlet go of me for the hour after, whispering Weshould go to the doctor and Oh myIrene, I love you so much. I feel like it was pretty transparent what hewas feeling.”

“Well—“ Travis’s voice interrupting them, pursued lips ashanded Katelyn her cup, “In my defense, I was kind of surprised. I didn’tthink… this would have happened so fast.”

“But it did.” Aphmau pointed out, cupping her chin with agrin, “And I’m going to be a God-mother.”

“Hey, who said you’re going to be the god mother!” Lucindaretorted, “If anything, I’m the obvious choice.”

“Well, Lady Aphmau istechnically a God…dess, and a mother. I feel the irony would be a missedopportunity.”

Travis and Aphmau naturally laughed, while Lucinda sputteredat Isabel’s point. Katelyn shook her head. “I missed this,” she softly said.Travis squeezed her shoulder, pressing a kiss to her temple.

“Will you be saying that for the next week?” he whispered.

She rolled her eyes, looking fondly at her friends.

“Maybe a week is pushing it.”

“I bet three days.”

“I’ll give it four, I’m generous.”

Day 302

A boy and a girl.

Their ruddy complexion and tuffs of pale blue hair,yelling with lungs they definitely inheritedfrom him and short temper from her.

Hughes was bit clingier than his younger sister—if he wasn’theld while awake, he’ll let anybody know of his displeasure. Luckily for him,his father was perfectly alright with spoiling him like so. Eponine was quieterbut that didn’t mean she was less trouble; her hands grabbed whatever it could,always hungry and particular how she should be held.

Sleep was more of a fantasy for the two of them.

But between their exhausted yawns and half-dazed way offunctioning now, there wasn’t a moment of regret.

“Look, Hughes, it’s your mama—“ Travis said, smiling wide ashe angled the way he held their son, purple eyes landed at her and the baby letout a gurgled sound. Katelyn, smiling, waved back at Hughes attempts to reach out.“Isn’t she lovely?” He cleared his voice, making it a higher pitched andsofter, “Gee, ma, you look absolutely radianttoday.”

“In your sister’s puke and unwashed hair?”

“Of course! You’rethe prettiest ma ever.”

She chuckled, rolling her eyes. “I feel like you’rebuttering me up.”

Travis smiled, kissing their son’s forehead as said softly, “Don’tquestion our son—he has a point, love.”

“Hmm, I have the sneaking suspicion you fed him some lines.”

“How dare! He expressed those thoughts, independent of meand my influence,” he laughed, walking over and settling down beside her, “he’s asmart cookie, Katelyn.”

She hummed in return, resting her head on his shoulder. “Of course.They both are. Fussy, stubborn but smart—like their parents.”

“Just like their parents,” he whispered, resting his headagainst her.

But peace doesn’t last long. Hughes, taking in a deepbreath, let out a powerful cry suddenly—and being startled awake, naturally,Eponine joined in the crying.

They both sighed. “I guess that was nice while it lasted.”

day 364

“I feel like…” Katelyn started, biting her lip, “staying alittle longer wouldn’t hurt.”

Travis straighten, looking up from Eponine and his mouthagape. “What.”

“Just a little bit. Until they’re strong enough to travel bysea… they’re my kids too, and I fear my sea sickness could’ve spread to them.”

But her face gave it away; with a light flush and avertedeyes, it spelt something else out.

But he let it go, with an “Of course.”

day 640

Hughes continued to lean against his mother, as his sisterdarted away—awkward steps which Travis matched, worriedly hovering over hisdaughter’s escape.

Safe to say who inherited what. She rubbed soothing circles,humming an old hymn to calm her son’s nerves. He gave a small whine and burped—shefelt pity for the small boy.

Eponine, on the other hand, was like her father; naturallytaking to the sea— with a shout of utter glee as she near falls but Travisscooping her up before any damage could be done. Normally, Travis would beenjoying himself; but between a ill wife and son, and a daughter who thoughtescaping their room was an appropriate game, he could see his nerves beingfrayed.

Hughes’ skin, darken to a greyish skin tone, eyes moreintensely purple and small bumps otherwise as horns protrude from his head. Hedidn’t like his demonic form, Travis explaining that it must’ve left him drainsince it naturally didn’t come to either of the kids unless they were upset.Hughes wore a teary-eyed expression, wiggling closer and closer, as if hismother could ease away all his pain and her heart ached at this gesture as shedid best she could.

Maybe the move was a bad idea, she wanted to say.

But she been away from her responsibilities for far too long—andthough they put love back into their home on Enki’s island… both agreed thiswas the right choice. Travis wouldn’t allow his kids to grow up in such a toxicenvironment.

A knock at their door pulled her out of her thoughts andbefore she could ask who it was—a familiar face throws it open and the form ofannoyed Zenix, curious yet at eased Vylad and the culprit who opened the door,Laurance, smiling at all four of them.

Eponine immediately had her arms outstretched, a gleefulreach for Laurance who laughed and walked over to Travis as Zenix shut the doorand Vylad approached her, all giving hellos.

“I felt like you two needed a break. We’ll be in Brightportin a couple of hours—so…”

Travis gave a relieved smile, whispering a quiet thanks butKatelyn hesitated. “I don’t know… I got this. Hughes prefers me to hold him, itseems.”

Laurance furrowed his brows, “I would suggest taking himwith you but…”

Travis looked at her and she bit her lip, rubbing her thumbagainst her son’s forehead as he weakly whines “Mama…”

“Maybe you three and Travis could take Eponine up; she’dprobably like watching the seagulls and stuff.”

“I wont go,” Travis said, and Laurance nodded. Taking theirdaughter in his arms, he smiled as he softly asked her, “Do you wanna see somecool clouds, Nina? You been cooped up here way too long.” She giggled, thenreached over to Zenix. Laurance laughed, handing her to Zenix, who gave his ownsmile and with that, all three left.

Travis joined her on the bed, one arm around her shoulderswhile the other hand rested on hers that laid on Hughes’s back.

“How is he doing?”

“He’ll live, but…” Katelyn frowned, “I’m so sorry,sweetheart. You just had to get my seasickness, didn’t you?”

“I suppose sons really do take after their mothers.”

“Especially him,” she chuckled. Travis pressed a kiss to hisforehead, then her temple. From the corner of her eyes, she could see his formshift; horns start to show, sharpen teeth and purple eyes gave way. Not hisfull form—they realized, a bit ago, it distressed the kids in ways they didn’tquite understand but for now, Travis kept way.

“It’ll be over soon,” he said reassuringly.

“Mmhmm,” she smiled, shutting her eyes, “Soon you’ll seeUncle Liochant, Auntie Isabel, Mama Aph…”

“Also, Alina—she’s dying to see you again. Lilith too.”

She hummed again, in agreement. “You’ll love it inBrightport. We have such a big home—you could have your own room, if you want.”

“He probably wouldn’t though,” Travis said, laughing, “hecan barely sleep alone in the same bed.”

“And there’s no shame in that.”

“Oh yeah, definitely not,” Travis patted his head, “I mean,I sleep with your mother to this day, so I cannot judge. It’s always nicer thansleeping alone.”

She hummed again. Leaning against him, she sighed as sheshut her eyes. “Just a few more hours.”

“A few more, love.”

She laughed, shaking his head, “I hope I can make it.”

He laughed too, howdramatic he said but nothing more. Soon, she felt herself slipping intosleep; her arms empty, as Travis pry away their son, who didn’t make much of afuss beside a small confused whine.

It’s strange, almost two years ago, they left Brightportwith the intention of just spending a few months. A few months became a year.Then two. Now they returned with two children, a home left behind and…amusingly, being more in love and loved than they started.

She suppose this wasn’t quite a honeymoon, since it wasanything but relaxing and lounging… yet sincerely, she felt only fuller andhappier.

She mumbled sleepily, ”I love you.”

“Get some rest, love,” he said back but she already wasthere. Smiles on both their faces, leaning against each other as they listenedto the sway of the ocean and heartbeats.

#aphmau #travlyn #minecraft diaries #minecraft mystreet #travis valkrum #katelyn mcd #my writing #yells #this took 5 hours yall #i think i found my new fave fic #i love this sm i wish i can expand #i kinda wanna #*runs off to do chores* #anonymous

[scarlettlillies]

Hetalia- Late Night Stream (PruEst)

Drabble #2 for @melveres! Well, this one can’t be considered as a drabble anymore. I got a little carried away with my words and it hit past the 1K mark. This one features some platonic PruEst. Hooray for silly titles!

I must confess, I really do enjoy Vinesauce and I kind of like of the idea of Prussia being a streamer? He seems to be big with social media and I bet he enjoys playing games every now and then. The pack mentioned is very real and is called Smash Bros. Infinite. It expands the character roaster quite a bit and is an experience like no other. If you have the means to, give it a roll and you too can play famous characters like Luke Skywalker, Ronald McDonald, Pepsiman, and Vegeta dressed as Luigi.

Prussia really needed a break.

He announced on stream that he would be taking a quick break to grab some food and prepare the next game. He let the stream run on, setting the background music to some early Neue Deutsche Welle music, a trait that his streams were famous for. There wasn't much he could eat at this hour but poking through the fridge brought him face-to-face with leftover pepperoni pizza and he couldn't say no. He didn't bother reheating it and simply ate it cold. He then grabbed a few soft drinks and retreated upstairs.

The sound of the front door bursting opening and some strained grunting noises stopped Prussia in his tracks as he was halfway up the stairs and quickly returned to the main floor to see what the ruckus was. He discovered Estonia had arrived home early and was struggling with his hands full of bags and a drunk Finland spewing a mix of garbled English and Finnish. Estonia was forced to drop everything and assist Finland to the sofa where he had him lay down on his side. He protested but it wasn't long after that he passed out and Estonia covered him with the blanket that he usually kept over the sofa. When Estonia turned around, Prussia was leaning against the living room wall with his drinks still in his hands.

“That didn't last very long.”

“He was doing vodka shots at ten. I knew then it wasn't going to be a long night,” Estonia replied as he walked past him and straight for the kitchen. He poured a glass of water and grabbed some aspirin tablets from the top shelf in one of the cupboards and quickly returned to the living room where he left them on the coffee table. “He's going to have a rough time when he wakes up.”

He grabbed the bags he dropped at door and headed back to the kitchen.

“I'll join you upstairs in a minute.”

Prussia nodded and headed back to Estonia's study where he left the stream running. He had been gone longer than he had intended to be and was now rushing to get the next game set up. He had a treat planned for them and he hoped the wait would be worth it for his followers. When everything was ready, he got cozy in his seat and cracked open a cola. He heard Estonia's foot steps on the wooden floor and the crunch of a paper bag. When he turned his chair, the familiar smell of fries and burgers caught his attention and Estonia offered him the bag.

“You're too kind Estland.”

“I got this for the both of us,” Estonia said as Prussia took the bag.

“You??” Prussia said in a confused tone with a raised brow, “You eat McD's? This is brand new information!”

Estonia rolled his eyes, “Contrary to popular belief, yes sometimes I visit fast food places for a quick bite.”

“At this hour?”

“Sometimes I make bad choices at eleven-thirty at night,” Estonia replied as he pulled another chair up to the desk. “Besides, I have a guest here who skipped dinner to stream. I'd be a poor host if I'd let you starve.”

Prussia snorted, “Thanks mom.” he replied as he passed one of the burgers to Estonia. He left the two medium-sized fries on the desk. He was quick to consume his burgers in a mere three bites before washing it down with some more cola.

“So what's playing tonight?” Estonia asked.

“I've got a massive mod pack for Smash that's has a ton of new characters. Seriously, you can name any popular character out there and this game has it. The memes are going to be endless tonight! You wanna join?”

“I'll pass. Maybe next time.”

“Suit yourself. You're missing out!” Prussia said as he put on his headset and cut off his music playlist. Estonia could see the chat going wild and chuckled at some of the silly comments being written.

“Yo! Sorry for the delay! I got caught up with something but things are cool now and I've even got a friend here joining me tonight. He's not going to be playing but instead just watching from the sidelines so don't panic if you hear laughter and it's not from me. But enough talk from me! Let's get started with the last game of the night!”

Prussia had such a strong and confident tone, just as he did in person, and it was so easy to feel pumped when he spoke. Estonia was not new to his streams- both he and America had taken part at some point as guests. He was not a frequent streamer himself nor did he watch them regularly. Work kept him busy and his attention was always towards to his other projects. But on the nights he struggled with sleep, they always seemed to be a good source of comfort. Estonia always had a good laugh whenever Prussia struggled with a game and listening to him get a frustrated made for good fodder whenever they got together. When Prussia asked him if he could use his computer and equipment to stream while he was out for the night, Estonia had no qualms about it and said he could use whatever he liked.

But sitting this close to him sometimes felt a little awkward. Their past relationship still lingered in his mind: the arguments, the beatings, working as a peasant boy under him and the humans he represented—they are things he hasn't forgotten. He wondered if Prussia felt the same way as he did. Did he ever feel uneasy around him knowing the things they've done to each other? He never had the heart to ask him. But when he hears the laughter and when he tugs at his arm saying “Did you see that?!” in excitement, all seems to be forgotten when Estonia joins in on the fun and adds in his witty commentary.

Estonia never expected to find a friend in Prussia— and he was sure the other man felt the same. But he had to admit, they made an interesting pair.

#hetaliararepaircentral #APH Estonia #APH Prussia #PruEst #Lilly's Writings #hetalia #melveres

[nickienikita]

you know you gotta do all the questions now right

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1) Put your iTunes on shuffle. Give me the first 6 songs that pop up.Iris (Hold Me Close) - U2 (why do I still own this album?)Tror På Dig (Believe in You) - Lisa Nilsson (wHY DO I STILL OWN THIS)When You Say Nothing At All - Ronan Keating (I HAVE A REPUTATION TO PROTECT AS AN EMO HARDCORE MY ITUNES IS NOT HELPING ME)Nothing Else Matters - Metallica (BETTER)The Mighty Fall - Fall Out Boy (THANK GOD) 2) If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?You, Swain and my boyfriend3) Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17.”Patrick was not some fantasy dog that suddenly learned to be smart and heroic.” Gone - Michael Grant4) What do you think about most?Food5) Ever had a poem or song written about you?Yes, quite a few!!6) Do you have any strange phobias?I have a fear of open, empty spaces, but I’m also slightly claustrophobic?7) What’s your religion?Satanist8) If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?Walking someplace. 9) Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?Errrr… Black Veil Brides or Fall Out Boy. 10) What was the last lie you told?”I can definitely eat 8 buns in one sitting” *one bad bathroom trip later* “shit”11) Do you believe in karma?Yes. 12) What does your URL mean?I’m a big-ass fan of Dorian Pavus’… everything. And he’s gay, he’s tevinter, and he’s a magister. 13) What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?Greatest weakness is I’m too quick to forgive, but not forget. Greatest strength is my creativity, I guess. 14) Who is your celebrity crush?Oh boy just one? Ian Somerhalder, Andy Biersack and Jayy von Monroe15) How do you vent your anger?I vent to people. 16) Do you have a collection of anything?Books, video games and music. 17) Are you happy with the person you’ve become?Nah, but I’m working on it. 18) What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?I hate the sound of people eating with their mouths open. I love the sound my cat makes when I come home after having been gone for some hours. 19) What’s your biggest “what if”?What if we hadn’t moved towns? 20) Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?Yes and yes. My best friend’s home is haunted. 21) Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm.Right arm - buns.Left arm - cat. 22) Smell the air. What do you smell?Buns. I’m still eating. 23) What’s the worst place you have ever been to?Any of the scout cabins I had to sleep over in as a boy scout. 24) Most attractive singer/s of your opposite gender?Taylor Momsen and/or Taylor Swift. 25) To you, what is the meaning of life?4226) Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?No. 27) What was the last movie you saw?Now You See Me 2 28) What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?I pulled a muscle in my leg once and had to lie flat for 2 days. Or that one time I got a concussion which knocked me out for 2 weeks then triggered a flu that caused me to remain knocked out for 2 more weeks. 29) Do you have any obsessions right now?No I’ve reached apathy 30) Ever had a rumor spread about you?Someone spread a rumor about me in ??? junior high I think about me being gay and guess what. They were right. Is it still a rumor if it’s a 100% confirmed fact?31) Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?Yes. 32) What is your astrological sign?Pisces. 33) What’s the last thing you purchased?Food,34) Love or lust?Both. 35) In a relationship?Yes.36) How many relationships have you had?Five or six. 37) What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?A lot of goofy puns and robot sex jokes. 38) Where is your best friend?Good fucking question I’ve been trying to text her for 2 hours. I think she’s at home having dinner. 39) What were you doing last night at 12 AM?Preparing to go to bed. 40) Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend?I don’t know? I mean, I’m very generous with both time and money, and I’m a great hugger, so maybe. 41) You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?I’m fired, that dog has to be rescued. 42) You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?a) Yes. I tell everyone. b) I will do my best to finish up my writing projects, and possibly hang out with my family/friends as much as I can. Cry while holding my cat. c) Yes, I’d be terrified. 43) What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?Blank Space - Taylor Swift44) In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?Communication and similar interests.45) How can I win your heart?Buy me food. 46) Can insanity bring on more creativity?I think it can hinder it - you’re too paranoid to be much use creatively. 47) What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?Agreeing to meet this strange girl from the internet on a McD in the town over. 48) What would you want to be written on your tombstone?C.O.D: Gangbanged by male supermodels. 49) Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word “heart.”Blood50) Basic question; what’s your favorite color/colors?Navy blue and blood red. 51) What is your current desktop picture?Oooooh this 52) If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be?Trump and his VP.53) What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on?”Have you ever lied to me” 54) You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power?I can stop time and walk around in a frozen world (additionally with people of my choice)55) You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?Any half-hour moment when I first met my best friend. 56) You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?Any moment of abuse from my mother. Leave me only with good memories of her, please. 57) You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?Jayy von Monroe any day. Bend me over right now.58) You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?VEGAS.59) Ever been on a plane?Yes, several times!!60) Give me your top 5 hottest celebrities.Jayy von MonroeAndy BiersackIan SomerhalderEzra MillerBill Kaulitz around the 2008-era

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Dublin is a lively city with different cuisine and activity options. If you like traditional Irish foods, there are many choices for that. Likewise, if you are a history buff, you will find a wealth of options to fulfill this obsession as well! In our next installment for this series, we have outlined several of our favorite sites in Dublin!

Where to Eat:

J. W. Sweetman – 1-2 Burgh Quay, D2 –

We arrived too early to check into our hostel so we headed out for some exploring and food. We happened to come upon JW Sweetman and it was exactly what we needed! We all had their traditional Irish stew and Irish brown bread. Their prices are good, especially for the portion sizes. As this was where we had our first meal in Dublin, on our last light in Dublin we chose to eat here for our final dinner in town too! Highly recommend this place!

Art Cafe – 1 Frenchman’s Lane – This adorable and cozy cafe totally hit the spot for a traditional Irish breakfast on a drizzly morning! A little out of the main city center but an easy walk! The service is friendly, the food is delicious and the atmosphere feels like sitting in your own breakfast nook at home!

Pa Pa Pizzeria – 104 Talbot St, North City, Dublin, Ireland – You can’t beat 5 Euro for a big slice of pizza and a drink. We actually happened  upon this little take out shop with just a row of bar stools on the one wall and a wide selection of authentic pizza reminiscent of the NYC style slice. They are open late and near a Tesco Express for snacks after hours!

Supermac’s – All over Dublin! – Like a McD’s but somehow better. Affordable and open late in some locations! Affordable, open late, good quality food and some big burger option.

The Cobblestone Pub – 77 King St N, Smithfield, Dublin 7, D07 TP22, Ireland – Traditional Irish Pub with free traditional music and great atmosphere! This is a do not miss pub!

Peader Kearney’s Pub – 64 Dame Street Dublin 2 – This traditional pub is named or a local musician who lived in the building that now houses the pub, it was Peadar Kearney who wrote Abhrán na BhFiann, the Irish National Anthem. Traditional music can be caught here, along with a perfectly pulled pint!

Bruxelle’s – 7 Harry Street Co. Dublin, Ireland – An extensive menu, any time of the day. Three bars in one building make up Bruxelle’s! Service is great, the food is amazing and the atmosphere is eclectic, you can’t beat all that is happening here!

  What to do:

The Long Room – The Book of Kells – Trinity College – College Green- Dublin 2, Ireland –

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The experience of a lifetime to not only get to see this Illuminated Manuscript, learn the history and be inches from it (you can’t take photos), but to then stand amid the truly awe inspiring arched alcoves of rare books as well as other artifacts. As writers, history buffs and artists this was one of our favorite experiences of our trip to Dublin. Discounts available for students, so bring your ID!

        Kilmainham Gaol – Inchicore Rd, Kilmainham, Dublin 8, D08 RK28, Ireland

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A truly moving experience. One of the largest unoccupied jails (gaol) in Europe, this facility served from the 1780s to the 1920s. Housing the infamous leaders of the Easter uprising of 1916 as well as many other well known Irish Revolutionaries, the stories that these walls could tell are numerous. Discounts available for students!

    Blarney Castle – Monacnapa, Blarney, Co. Cork, Ireland

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We chose to take a day tour (there are many companies to choose from) and we were very glad that we did. You can of course head to Blarney Castle on your own, figuring out the public transit or renting a car. We found that a day tour took a lot of the guess work and stress out of it. You will need several hours to explore the castle, hike up the winding stairs to hang over the edge (backwards) and kiss the stone, walk the grounds and gardens and head over to the gift shops across the street! While you are there, grab a cappuccino! (It was my first Latte Art!)

Rock of Cashel – Moor, Cashel, Co. Tipperary, Ireland – This was also on our tour to Blarney Castle.  Once the seat of the kings of Munster, this site was donated to the church in 1101. The round tower is the oldest and tallest section of the building and dates to around 1100. The cemetery that surrounds the cathedral is peaceful and many of the markers are so old that the weather has worn off all markings. Certainly a stop you shouldn’t miss!

Cork City – Day Tour!

We only had a little over an hour in this wonderful city on our tour, but that hour was a bit of an adventure to find a place to eat, stamps and a quick souvenir. One of the cities that my Irish family is from, I know I’ll be back. A quick stop with a walk down the main road will certainly leave you wanting more! Take a quick train trip from Dublin to Cork and check out all this city has to offer! (Check out The Hatch for a Cork Boi)

Dublin Castle -Dublin Castle, Dame St, Dublin 2 –  The seat of English, then British, rule in Ireland from 1204 until 1922, the site is steeped in history. Some sections are free to view and others can be toured for a fee. Below the castle, excavations have uncovered Viking Era artifacts!

Chester Beatty Library – Located on the grounds of Dublin Castle – Free admission and one of the best private collections of manuscripts, photography, furniture, paintings, prints and decorative arts. Take a break for some lunch in the cozy cafe, stop in the small gift shop and walk the garden walkway!

Christ’s Church – Christchurch Pl, Wood Quay, Dublin 8, Ireland – Founded in 1030 by the Norse King, Sitriuc Silkenbeard, the site has seen not only history happen around it, but has welcomed many key figures like King James in 1689, and King William III in 1690 (he gave thanks for his victory in the Battle of the Boyne) as well. A stunning piece of architecture inside and out.

St. Patrick’s Cathedral – St Patrick’s Close, Wood Quay, Dublin 8, DZ08 H6X3 – For over 800 years, St. Patrick’s has served the people of the city. Johnathan Swift (Gulliver’s Travels) is buried on the site as well as several other key historical figures. Saint Patrick’s Well was found on the site in 1901 as well as Celtic burial slabs. A Stunning cathedral with beautiful grounds to walk, spend some time soaking in the beauty, history and the peace that surrounds this beautiful cathedral. Light a candle, say a prayer and consider staying for mass. Entry is 6 Euro.

National Museum of Archaeology – Kildare St, Dublin 2, Ireland                                  Another free thing to do in Dublin, you likely will need all day to see the entire museum. We had several hours and still didn’t see everything. From Bog Bodies, to incredible insect displays, ancient tools and religious artifacts, there are so many different pieces of Ireland’s rich history found here. Give yourself at least half the day, better yet head there early and take a break for some lunch, only to return to see the rest in the afternoon!

Dublinia – Dublinia is located at Christ Church, the crossroads of St. Michael’s Hill, Patrick Street, and High Street, in Dublin City Centre. Dublinia is connected to Christ Church Cathedral by a Neo-Gothic archway. – Immerse yourself in Dublin’s Viking and Medieval history! Hands-on experiences mixed with recreations and real artifacts, this museum meets interactive exhibit is educational and fun! Well worth the 9.50 (8.50 for students) entry fee!

Dublin Writer’s Museum – 18 Parnell Square – Housed in an 18th century mansion, here you can find a collection honoring the works of Swift, Sheridan, Shaw, Wilde, Yeats, Joyce and Beckett through books, letters, portraits and personal items.

This is just the tip of the ice burg when it comes to things to see and do in Dublin (and the vicinity). Remember to double check opening hours as some places may be closed during your visit!

“Keep your heart open, a suitcase packed and wander often, for the world is wide and adventure awaits.” ~ Emylee

  Dublin: What to do, Where to eat? Dublin is a lively city with different cuisine and activity options. If you like traditional Irish foods, there are many choices for that.

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It was off to a bad start (for me) since Bernard called me to do something that seemed quick and simple but ended up me staying by my laptop until nearly 11PM at night with no dinner yet. Finally we got some food at the diner, walked a few blocks toward Atlantic Avenue and turned back. Saturday- we had Chipotle for lunch. It started raining so we went to Trader Joes and got a bag of cheese sticks. Walked to Harmon store to get some stuff for our Virginia trip and came home. Finished packing my bag and showered (and shaved a whole lot haha). We were getting ready to leave and found out the light in the kitchen wasn’t working so we switched out the bulbs from upstairs, only to find out it wasn’t the bulb. I remember we were so scared of the glass shattering when we were switching it out. Beads of sweat was running down your head lol. Bing eventually came home and fixed it and we went on ahead. Uber’d to your house. I remember probably sleeping around midnight.. and waking up to Kenji licking my face. So we let him downstairs to peepee. Woke up around 4am and didn’t leave until 5. Got to David’s place and they were getting everything ready. Had a red SUV (on the smaller side). Then the road trip began! We made a pit stop at the stop we went when we went to Six Flags. Got some breakfast and got back on the road. Eventually made it to Washington just in time for 10AM Church for Spencer. Lol I remember having to pee so badly and was contemplating whether I should stay in the hallway until you guys left. But Ruby was there too so we walked out and sat. I remember during one part where we were all silent and had to think about I forget what, Spencer had his eyes closed and I look over and David tickled his nose lol. 15 minutes pass and we all eventually leave. You guys go to Mcds to peepee and we are finally on our way to Virginia. We get there probably around 12:40 or so, to Kings Dominion. We get changed to our swim wear and go to the water park. I remember there was one with the big raft but it could only fit 4, so you and this rather fluffy kid went on one. And me, Ruby, David and Spencer went on another. It was so fun but scary at the same time. Ruby would always be the one up top lol. After the water rides, we changed to regular clothes and went on the roller coasters. Intimidator was probably my favorite, it was INSANE! I sat next to Ruby and I remember I had tears coming down and I was drooling lol. We also went on Anaconda and 305. Twas a good time. We didn’t ride many roller coasters since we were all tired. Think we left around 6 something and got to the hotel around 7ish. Dropped our stuff, Spencer and David showered and then we headed to Bon Chon and ordered way too much food. While we waited, we went to Big Lots and got water/snacks. Spencer got his loofa lol. Got back to the hotel and grubbed like crazy. Clearly we should have ordered less bibimbaps because nobody finished theirs except Spencer surprisingly. You guys were playing on the Switch and I remember showering and then falling asleep and waking up to you near my elbow lol. Next day we got to eat some delicious free breakfast before heading to Busch Gardens. First ride we went on was a water ride. Got soaked but not too bad. Got more wet waiting near the ride than actually on it. The most memorable one was probably the Verbolten, it was dark, fast and that drop yo! Totally unexpected, again I was sitting next to Ruby and drooled lol. Second memorable was Griffin where we were sitting in a row of like 12 and had you over the ledge for two seconds before going down. I’m glad I got to experience that because I was a little poos poos and stayed out when you guys went the first time. We go back to the hotel for a quick jacuzzi break, snack break (we probably looked like homeless kids that didn’t eat all day) and head out to get Spencer pizza, Popeyes for me and water for everyone. Go back to the hotel and grub. I think I was the first to shower and I stayed in bed for a little bit updating my budget before falling asleep. I remember waking up to my alarm and not seeing you in bed. I heard someone in the shower so I thought that was you only to see you passed out on the sofa bed lol. Hope you enjoyed your little scandalous night with Spencer. Grabbed some breakfast before checking out. Made our way to Philly for the Mutter museum. I’m glad we went because Spencer seemed so interested and happy lol. Grabbed some cheesesteak afterwards and finally came home. Went to promenade to see the fireworks, only to find out they changed the locations and we wouldn’t be able to see. WAHHH the one year we go right? Nevertheless, this weekend was a great one and I’m so happy we didn’t get stranded! Haha love you lots.

With a googolplex amount of love,

Anna

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Week

This week has been a kinda cool week tbh. 

Thursday, I got my new chair fully built thanks to my friend Brent that help built it with me. This chair is super cool and comfy! Idk my room looks pretty sick rn tbh. We both played in the sm4sh tournie and I got 4th, which is pretty good. There was a salty suite exhibition match between kyros and me, and I won super easily 3-0 haha. :3 Not gonna take time to explain the salty suite, but yeah. Did good in smash tournie and then went for a late night mcd run with brent and andrew. Myfitnesspal does not appreciate that LOL. 

Friday morning, was supposed to briefly visit chloe at her work and then go to office hours with ochem lab ta. But it was raining super hard, so uhhh I decided not to... I slept till like 2, then it was time for a food adventure. Brent, Henry, Bryan, and I drove like 45 mins to go to olive garden lmao. Henry never been there before and idk SB surprisingly doesn’t have an olive garden... But it was a fun trip with the boys and got pretty full. Ate too many calories, so I didn’t eat dinner that Friday haha. Then I stayed up and managed to cop 2 yeezys. Brent was supposed to stay up with me like he said, and cop them too. But he fell asleep rip. I got his size actually and my size. But idk if I should sell to him for retail (since I’d lose ilke $400 compared to reselling). I would have, but he was uh a bad boi and went to sleep and asked me to try to cop for him. But it’s like, I can’t be rewarding him when I stayed up all night to cop. So I’ll wait and see if he deserves it, if not I’ll just sell and get $$. 

I ended up not sleeping really, since at 10 I was meeting someone on craigslist to sell this brand new iphone 7 I got, and got a quick $550 in cash wooo. Then I ate dennys with brent, went home, facetime fyona a bit, passed out, and then hung out with Kristy and Jessica. They were having housemate issues, since their housemates are very spoiled and demanding bad housemates. I came by to kinda just stop them from arguing, since they’re not gonna argue with a random friend stopping by. It was nice talking to Kristy and Jessica tho, and we watched an episode of Riverdale together, since it has Cole Sprouse! It’s on CW, which is same network as Arrow, The Flash, Super Girl, etc. I think the first episode was ok, idk I didn’t think it was that good to keep watching. But we’ll see if I continue it. I managed to keep up with The Flash nowadays tho, so that’s cool.

Tomorrow, it’s study bois! Gonna grab brunch with the boys and then head to library and study hard! So we’ll see how that goes haha. My new housemate is okie, haven’t really interacted with her tbh, she stays in her room a lot and we haven’t had too much convos together yet. Tmrw (technically today) is also Fyona’s bday, so i wished her a happy bday. Prob will buy her a gift sometime soon and give to her over 3 day weekend, we’ll see 

Then it’s Valentine’s Day soon on Tuesday. Prob will have some dedicated valentine’s day post like I always do each year. I have a photoshoot pic to post on valentine’s day, so yay photography content to post! Slowly growing instagram, but been too busy to maintain it.

Idk I’ve been having busy week, but the ending of this week has been nice. I need to find time to gym more, probably edit more photos, and yeah. I had a photoshop scheduled for saturday, but it got rescheduled to this thursday. So hopefully that’ll go well! 

I’m feeling a bit sleepy, prob will read some chinese novels, and then pass out for tomorrow. Hopefully tomorrow will be a good day like always. Maybe Valentine’s Day thoughts post soon-ish.