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[heygerald]

As much as I LOVE Colt and Parker bickering, my troubled heart needs a scene where she is vulnerable or smth and Colt is all protective big bro caring for her💙

Working on getting through my inbox, I'm sorry if anyone feels ignored! Here's a cute little drabble about our favorite sibling duo.

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Soft, romantic music floats throughout the dim reception hall, the wooden dance floor flooded with couples, all beautiful glow of the fairy lights and Eddison bulbs hung overhead. The wedding is busy, filled to the brim with family and friends, and while laughter echoes throughout the rowdy barn, on the edge of it all sits a girl swathed in candlelit misery. She looked a lot better earlier in the night—before her curls had started to fall out or her mascara had started to smudge in the corners of her eyes—and as she slumps in her seat the tulle of her dress hangs limply against the ground.

Parker is certain that the cousins that had helped her get ready for the wedding would be greatly dismayed by how she's abandoned her lipstick and lost her shoes not even halfway through the night, but as she picks apart a stale bread stick, she's too miserable to care.

It's a happy day.

For everyone, it seems, but Parker.

There's the unmistakable drag of heavy boots on the floor, and before she make a guess at who would join her in her self-isolation, her brother is flopping into the seat beside her with an overdramatic groan. His hair is messy, cheeks ruddy, eyes a bit glazed, but he's recently shaven and smiling; handsome like the rest of those Miami boys, grinning like he's looking for some trouble.

"Bad night?"

"Bad date," she grumbles, eyes drifting to where Jason Anthony—her date, and until today, her hopeful, soon-to-be-boyfriend—was dancing awfully close with one of the groom's distant relatives. She's pretty, in a small pair of high heels that would have Parker eating dust in two shorts steps, and it's obvious that Jason Anthony thinks so two when he whispers something into her ear. "Who goes to a wedding as a plus-one, and ditches their date halfway through the night?"

Colt narrows her gaze for a moment, before he's tossing a toothpick into his mouth with an indifferent shrug. "What? Don't tell me the barf bag over there is your date? I just thought he snuck in with the other party crashers."

Parker scrunches her nose with a glare. "What kind of idiot would gate crash a wedding like this one?" she asks while slumping moodily into her chair.

She loves her cousin, she really does, but this wedding is something straight out of a Stephen King novel. She supposes it's pretty enough, but between the gun-toting Uncles, the miles and miles of nothing but cornfield, and the hooch, any party crasher would have to have some serious balls to come this far out into the middle of nowhere. Just like any date would have to be pretty stupid to risk getting stranded in the middle of nowhere just for the chance to dance with a prettier girl.

Colt loudly slurps down some of his drink, and Parker glares a second time. "And he's—he's not a barf bag."

"Are we talking about the same guy? Bent at five-foot-six, horrible bowl cut from someone that must be half-blind, stringy mustache that makes him look like a pervert?"

"Oh my god, Colt, stop!' she whines, throwing Jason Anthony another look across the crowded dance floor. Though—if she tilts her head a little to the left, she does think his mustache is a bit out of poor taste, and if she squints, she realizes that his hair cut is uneven. Still, she pouts at her brother. "Don't be so rude. He's not that bad. And it's not like we were dating. I guess this whole thing is on me."

He skips over the second half of that statement to shake his head at her, bending an elbow on the table to add, "Not that bad? I think I've seen kindergarteners with more muscle than that twig."

"Colt," she says again, though this time Parker doesn't really care if he stops. Jason Anthony is a skinny guy. "You don't have to do this."

"Do what? Sit here with you? I guess there's better people around to entertain me," he says in total nonchalance, sweeping his gaze over the room as if looking for those people now. But then he spots a particular person on the dance floor, and can't help but add, "you think his date would dance with me if I asked? I bet she would. Probably wants to know what a real muscle feels like, anyway. I might be doing her a kindness if I swoop in now, actually, I swear he gets creepier and creepier by the second."

By the time he finishes, Parker is smiling, and by the time he hops up onto his feet to straighten out his tie, she's giggling so hard her stomach hurts.

"Don't—! Don't—leave them alone!" she cries through a series of choppy breaths, tears brimming at the edges of her eyes. Colt looks all too pleased with himself, and when she struggles to catch her breath, he hangs his palms up into the air as if he was giving up.

"Alright, I'll leave the dip alone. I bet she's a total psycho. Has to be with how bad of a dancer she is. Maybe she'll step on his toes; a little foot bludgeoning never hurt anyone. Not a man, anyway, I don't know what he is."

Parker shook her head at her brother fondly, giggling. "You're ridiculous."

"Ridiculously cool, maybe," he accepts with a shrug. She doesn't correct him; maybe because the older she got, the more Parker thought her brother was ridiculously cool. Even now, at twenty-years old, he had been sneaking her drinks all night despite their mother's strict speech about being on their best behavior before the ceremony started. "Speaking of—I just so happened to notice that there's an empty field up the driveway. Want to go do some donuts?"

"Mom is going to kill you."

"Only if she finds out," he teases, keys swinging on his fingers as he wiggles his eyebrows at her. "And whose gonna tell her? Dipstick over there?"

Jason Anthony was certainly not going to notice. Particularly with how he was in the middle of kissing his dance partner in a way that was not appropriate for an intimate dance like this, and Parker grimaced at the idea of him kissing her like that in front of all those people. Maybe he was a barf bag after all.

Parker grabbed her jacket. "Can I drive?"

"That depends," he asked, suddenly up in her face. "Have you been drinking tonight, miss?"

"Maybe. But, not a lot. Just the two drinks you gave me. And... well, a shot of hooch from Danny. Plus... half of Uncle Jack's drink. But that's it, I swear. I'm not even—I'm only a little tipsy."

Colt arched a brow at her, eyes narrowing even further, and Parker was just on the verge of getting concerned when his face split into a smile. Slinging an arm over her shoulder, he dragged her out the back door. "You promise not to kill me?"

"Well, no one can ever promise that. Not if it's an accident."

"You should really work on your motivational speeches, Park."

"Pinky promise," she said with a giggle, and despite her brother not looking convinced, that was the day he taught his little sister how to do donuts in a muddy field somewhere in backwater Florida just so she wouldn't be so sad.

[g-eazysource]

@G_Eazy Taking over @twittermusic at 2:15pm pst. Submit your questions using the hashtag #AskGerald 

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[mayuthethief]

((Yep. Mayu and Gerald. 

She needs to spend sometime with her man lately.

SO HERE IS THEM CUDDLING~))

[ask-viscen-and-ayaka]

((Same picture. Just without the background. :3 ))

[thebladesmithmuses]

((This was taunting me in my askbox for months. D: I'm sorry I didn't get to it sooner.))

[sisters-of-poe-blog]

[askdethl]

*narrows eyes* I can't tell if you are friend, or foe... ((hello :D I never played link's awakening, but I wanted to put something in your inbox, here you go ^^))

Well, that depends on what you consider "friend". We personally don't have a preference, since most people tend to dislike us, But if you don't mind us taking advantage of your fears and insecurities for our own amusement, then we should get along with you just fine.

First things first, though, who are you? You're a rather odd-looking dreamer.

[heygerald]

YESSSS OMG downright obsessed with tua. do u have a fav sibling? 🥰🥰 mine's def ben, allison, and klaus <3

K.L.A.U.S. is my forever baby. He's just so pretty, and so, so, so, so stooped. I love him your honor 😤

[heygerald]

i love that you're back! hope that you've been well since its been a hot minute since we heard from you on tumblr <3

do you have plans to make your new RSW into a series or are you just going to drop snippets? love it either way thanks!!!!

It has been, as the kids say, a hot minute so apologies to everyone. I'm not sure if I'll ever be super active, but I definitely want to get better at posting some things I write (because my Google docs is filled with stuff I think there's interest for, lots of fandoms, and some very obscure fix-its for even more obscure movies) so I'm glad to hear that someone likes what I'm posting!!!

I'm not sure atm if I want to commit to a whole story, but I'm really enjoying writing snippets and blurbs for stuff rn, so there will definitely be more red skies warning content to come for my Jack sparrow stans! ❤️ ❤️❤️

(snippets of my hunger games story unbreakable gems, shattered illusions will be coming as well so keep a look out if you love finnick as much as me!)

Kisses 😘

[mayuthethief]

I love you too, sweetheart. I should be back to myself soon~

Interesting magic 4/7

((..My God.. This took at least... 4 hours?

ON MS PAINT..

ALL OF IT.

EVEN THE BACKGROUND..))

[mayuthethief]

((PFT.. Yeah. Doodles of Mayu and some of her friends. 

I plan to do more of these.

Can you tell which one is an unused Ship? ;D))

[mayuthethief]

((Technically, this was over hours ago. =w= But for you G man. I'll make an exception since you couldn't be here for it.))

[mayuthethief]

Don't worry, Sweetheart. I should be back to normal soon.

3/5

[sisters-of-poe-blog]

"May I ask what in the world are you talking about?"

You didn't do anything to us. HE did...

I love hugs though!

{I couldn't help but go "Awww" when I read this message. Ask blogs of villains changes your perspective on EVERYTHING.}

[mayuthethief]

((HA. There we go. I win <w<))