#im slowly catching up

[iridescentpull]

For day three of @felpacweek : family!! Just a short drabble of felps, pac and richas cooking together, enjoy :> ao3 link

It's not often they do this– this being all of them in a room together at the same time, deciding to cook, deciding to do it together. Normally Pac wakes up at ungodly hours in the morning, or Richas gets back home too late because he spends the day with one of his other larents, and Felps is... well, Felps.

So when they do all have the chance to make something together, it's something of a treat. Call it 'Noite em Família', as Richas does.

They decide to cook something comforting– something familiar that they've all made before, so no one is left waiting and confused. Bobo de Camarão is the choice for tonight, with a side of arroz doce and puré de batatas.

It turns into a bit of a mess– as it always does. The kitchen is filled with laughter, with teasing, with jokes and stories. Richas and Pac end up play-fighting, throwing grains of rice at each other while Felps makes sure the shrimp doesn't burn and watches the pan on the stove, his eyes darting between it and his son and boyfriend.

He rolls his eyes fondly when the fight ends up with Richas' yellow shirt stained with tomato splashes and Pac laughing like a hyena.

"You're both children." He tells them, shaking his head. He can't keep the smile off his face.

"You love us." Pac shoots back, and he's right. Felps has no argument against it.

When the food is done, they set up the table, and all sit down to eat together. Richas takes charge of serving and the two adults watch him, making sure the child doesn't burn himself or give someone the wrong amount of food.

As they eat, they talk. They exchange news, tell stories, discuss things they have going on. Pac mentions how he and Fit are planning on exploring a dungeon next week, much to Richas' eager curiousity. Felps gives Pac a teasing look, and the other male just looks down with a blush.

They don't bring up the mysteries of the island. They don't bring up the Federation, the latest tragedies that have hit the island. It's a rule that's never had to be said aloud– the kitchen is for family, for relaxing. There's no room for those things here.

The food is delicious, and the three go to sleep that night feeling warm, full, and loved.

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

Chenford Crumbs Per Episode:  Episode 5x5  The Fugitive

[firstofficerrose]

Travis getting all the teen slang wrong is a source of delight second only to the joy of:

Matt: I will kill your character!

Aabria: I'll race you!

[the-technorats]

me and who <3

[tizzymcwizzy]

for anyone that doesn't know, i recently started school again! (that's why ive been so mia) so ill be posting class projects whenever i finish them,,, this was a figure drawing assignment :)

you can get a print of this here!

[blabberoo]

You've done this before...

Countless of times...

Why now?

Bonus :)

[cobaltfluff]

rei papa...

[tekitothemagpie]

[alanide-arts]

a lil doodle bc I love him

[tibby-art]

GTWScartober Day 11 - Cat she is NOT listening !!

[mages-ballad]

Glamtober #12: Spring

Giant Leaf Parasol Rainbow Hydrangea Corsage - Undyed Raincoat - Ice Blue False Nails - Pastel Blue Far Eastern Beauty's Koshita - Undyed Songbird Boots - Canary Yellow

[cecililiess]

Inktobertale Day 10: Tides

Super tired but I somehow managed to finish up another day

Inktobertale challenge and Ink belong to Comyet

[temeyes]

when ur forced to hang out with that one crazy uncle of yers

[f4rgd]

This wasn't his home, that was back in baldur's gate, though calling it home felt like quite a loose term. Even still the grove wasn't short on work for a smith as it turned out and when he'd offered up his services to help prep them with weapons and various armour the offer had been welcomed. He'd not stepped since, but finally he had a moment or two grab a break - his hands needed one and his arms ached from wielding metal and melting then hammering it into swords and shields.

Aksel slumped into his chair and shut his eyes - five minutes wouldn't hurt, would it? It would do him plenty of good.

But those five minutes passed quickly and when he opened his eyes to see someone stood there waiting for his attention the smith quickly jumped to his feet. " How long have you been standing there? " He hoped they hadn't been staring at him the entire time he'd been sleeping, gods he hoped not. " Did you need something? " Curious eyes couldn't help but flicker to the broken staff.

The road had been long, but Age'ian prided himself on his patience. As best he could, anyways. Traveling with the tiefling refugees had been exciting to say the least, though the scrambling youngins had given him a scare a few times when they'd come out of nowhere while running about.

His poor familiar tried to keep him updated with things, but so much was happening that even she was struggling. But as she was alerting him to an upcoming turn in the path, one of the children tripped and collided with Age's back, knocking him off balance and knocking his staff from his hand. And it slid right under the wheel of one of the carts. There was a mighty SNAP that sent a shiver right through Age'ian, his ears drooping in realization.

"Sorry mister!" the young tief called as they ran off.

"It's... fine." he responded dryly as he picked up the broken staff. They were nearly to the grove at least. Perhaps someone there could help.

Once they arrived, Age moved through the crowd with Era's help, heading towards the tell-tale sound of a blacksmith working some iron. While perhaps a blacksmith wasn't the best idea for fixing a magical item like this, he would at least give them a shot and hope for the best...

{ @oathfcrged }

[conceptofjoy]

[ghostyprince]

talking about dying together on an investigation and then haunting the place: maybe one day that'll be us! 🥰