#also regrettably that IS drawn on my with sharpie
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Listened to music, got inspired. I feel weird posting my art but whatever. Worst it could do is ignorable hate comments ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
#can you tell when i found the glitter pens#also regrettably that IS drawn on my with sharpie#ive made a grave mistake#ren amamiya#akira kurusu#goro akechi#akeshu#shuake#maybe? idk who cares#i love them#the set up is simply: bed and paper pad#and a ridiculous amount of hoarded pens#my art#i feel like i should make a specific art tag but i do NOT post often enough to remember it#ehhhh whatever fuck it we ball#Mari's Art#just cuz#i hate akirens face more the longer i look at it i cant with this shit man
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a very regrettable beaumont bash
Might make this a two parter, just a fun idea I thought I could write for fun, taking inspiration from The Hangover. This might not continue, but let me know if you like it. Saturday morning fluff.
I also thought this could be part of @emceesynonymroll Wacky Drabbles using prompt: That wasn’t so hard now, was it?
@jovialyouthmusic @sirbeepsalot @fromthedeskofpaisleybleakmore @moonlightgem7 @pug-bitch @burnsoslow @ibldw-main @katedrakeohd
@of-course-i-went-to-hartfeld @star-spangled-eyes @mskaneko @notoriouscs @gardeningourmet @pedudley @drakesensworld
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Drake woke up feeling something very cold against him. Groaning, he wearily opened his eyes and then quickly closed them.
He felt like microwaved shit.
He was lying on the marble floor of the hallway in the Beaumont Manor. His head was pounding, his mouth was dry and his entire body hurt.
Okay, do this in stages. Just sit up. Damn it, Drake , sit up. You can do this. Don't be a pussy.
Wishing he could just die instead, Drake managed to drag himself up to seated position. There. That wasn’t so hard now was it?
His stomach instantly churned.
He managed to stumble into the bathroom on the same floor, cursing himself as he went. Why did he drink so much last night?
Drake collapsed over the toilet, his stomach heaving as he emptied his body of alcohol. When he finished he rested his head on the seat. The cold of the toilet soothed him.
'This is my home now..' he whispered tragically.
'Eww.'
Drake jumped at the voice and quickly turned his face to see Olivia lying in the bathtub with a tiger, staring at him.
'Olivia!! There's a tiger in the bath beside you! What the hell -'
Olivia held up a hand. 'Jeez, relax,' she drawled. 'It's one of the tigers from the hired menagerie. It got out last night.'
She gestured grandly at the tiger. 'Olivia, meet Drake. Drake, meet Olivia.'
'You named a tiger after yourself?' Drake croaked.
Olivia stretched out. She was wearing a red silk gown and her red hair was in a tousled bun. Her feet were clad in stilettos, propped up on the rim of the bath. She looked quite fresh despite having drunk vodka to herself the night before.
'How is she not killing you?' Drake asked.
Olivia smirked. 'Because she knows I'm her alpha.'
Drake rolled his eyes and watched as Olivia reached out to stroke the tigers forehead. He caught a glint on her finger. A simple band, completely different to the gold and red Chopard gobstoppers that decorated her fingers.
'Uh.. Liv?'
'Yes, Walker?'
Drake focused on her hand. 'Why are you wearing a ring on your wedding finger?'
Olivia frowned and looked down. She turned very, very pale. Paler than usual. Staring at her hand, she began to shake. 'Fuck. Fuck. Drake, what the fuck?!'
'Okay, so you're totally cool being in a bath with a tiger but sure, a wedding ring freaks you out-'
'Drake!' Olivia screamed. She bolted out of the bath and rushed to the sink, pouring water on her finger to try and prise the ring off. It wouldn't budge.
'Why have I got a ring on my wedding finger?' she asked. 'Maybe this is a joke. Definitely a joke.'
Drake shrugged. 'Did you visit the Little Chapel in the district last night?'
Olivia closed her eyes. 'I definitely went out.. But I can't remember where.'
Drake sighed. 'Let's go find the others.'
He and Olivia let the tiger in the bath and stumbled outside to the living room. They found Maxwell and Bertrand lying in a heap by the fireplace, while Liam was slouched against the sofa wearing last night’s suit and his face had been drawn on with sharpie. He had a sharpie moustache.
Olivia clapped her hands sharply. ‘Guys, wake up.’
They jolted awake.
‘Aww man, my head..’ Maxwell groaned, rubbing his eyes. He blinked and looked around the room, studying Liam with his moustache and bundles of torn fabric that Bertrand was lying on.
‘Bertrand.. what’s that under you?’
Bertrand frowned and shifted his body to look down. His face turned pale when he saw what he was lying on. Slowly, he picked up ribbons of wool.
‘My sweater vests..’ he whispered.
His precious sweater vests had been torn to ribbons. Clearly, someone had used scissors to destroy them but who would be so savage?!
‘What happened last night?’ Maxwell asked, his eyes wide.
‘There’s a tiger in the bathroom, Olivia may have gotten married, Bertrand’s sweater vests are ruined, Liam’s got pen all over his face, that’s all we’ve discovered so far,’ Drake said.
‘Married?!’ Bertrand gasped, staring at Olivia who did not look amused. ‘But to who?’
‘Fuck my lifeeeee!’ Leo hollered, shuffling into the room. He was wearing only a white shirt and boxers. The shirt was open across his chest. ‘I need coffee. An IV drip of coffee.’
Olivia turned white when she took him in. ‘Leo.. what is that on your chest?’
They all gasped in horror when Leo opened up more of his shirt to look. Emblazoned on his chest were the words JUST MARRIED written in pen.
Leo let out a shout. ‘Get it off, get it off, GET IT OFF!’
Olivia strode forward and grabbed his hand. Indeed, on his ring finger, was a wedding ring. ‘You fucker,’ she hissed, before her hand connected with his face.
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Hana woke up bleary eyed, head pounding and feeling very.. delicate. As her vision adjusted to the morning light, she rolled over and came face to face with Kiara.
‘Oh! Morning Kiara,’ Hana said, yawning.
‘Are you naked under there?’ Kiara hissed.
Hana frowned. ‘Umm-’
‘Because I am!’ Kiara interrupted, her voice filled with panic.
Hana swallowed. She was indeed naked.
‘Would it freak you out if I said yes?’
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After Hana and Kiara hastily got dressed, making sure they kept their eyes away from each other, they rushed out to the living room where the others were trying to make sense of last night. Bertrand was crying over his sweater vests, Liam was cursing as he tried his best to rub off his ink moustache and Leo and Olivia were screaming at each other as they used every profanity in the English language.
Only Drake had the presence of mind to realise something important. Something very important.
‘Uhh guys.. where’s Camille?’
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