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[uniqueartisanconnoisseur]

Travel Essentials for fall!

As we ease from one season to another, and hit the road to view fall foliage, we can make life easier by adding in a few fun travel essentials. Who doesn’t want to make life simpler? Trevel essentials, taking skin care into consideration. Exposure to the elements when enjoying outside fun comes with a cost to the skin. I was blessed to receive the wonderful MyCHELLE DAERAMCEUTICALS Deep Repair…

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[novlr]

How to write the heat?

Quick Tips on How to Write Heat

Heat can have many connotations in your stories beyond just temperature. It can be a sensation, an event, or even a metaphor for something else. The way a character internalises or experiences heat will also be unique to them, so here are some quick tips on how to use imagery to convey heat in a variety of ways.

In Nature

Use colours like red, yellow, or orange

Parched scenery, like cracked earth and dry leaves

Bright sunlight

Mirages

Blistering winds

Heat waves radiating from hot asphalt

Animals huddling in the shade

Wide and barren landscapes

Hot sand to contrast with cool water

Wilting vegetation and a change in colour

The sound of cicadas

Foods and Objects

Hot peppers with bright colours

Spicy dishes (and how characters handle them)

Melting ice cream and frozen drinks

The sizzling sound of food in a hot pan

The smell of a barbeque

Cold drinks that provide relief

Flip flops, shorts, and tank tops

Sunscreen and hats

Metal and leather that is too hot to touch

Salt or minerals left on surfaces after liquid evaporates

Faded colours on objects left in the sun

Peeling paint

The hiss of steam from a kettle

Character Moods

Short-tempered

Lazy

Discomfort

Easily frustrated

Disinterested

Relaxed

Energised

Joyful

Exhausted

Adventurous

Anxious

Fearful

Irritable

Lethargic

Contemplative

Restless

Overwhelmed

Rejuvenated

Impatient

Distracted

Apprehensive

Isolated

Embarrassed

Motivated

Character Body Language

Wiping sweat from their faces

Fanning themselves

Shifting uncomfortable

Sluggish movements

Licking lips and swallowing due to dehydration

Shedding layers of clothing

Unconsciously moving toward the shade

Constantly drinking

Breathing heavily

Squinting or shielding eyes

Flushed skin

Panting or shallow breathing

Avoiding physical contact

Actions and Events

Seeking shelter during a heatwave

Roadtrips in a hot car with the windows open

Swimming at a pool, lake, or a beach

Sharing drinks with friends at a cafe, bar, or beer garden

Planning holidays to cooler climates

Staying indoors to read to watch TV where it’s cool

Watching the sunset or sunrise when it’s cooler

Going out at night to avoid the heat of the day

Beach parties and barbeques

Wildfire warnings

Outdoor markets and garage sales

Camping trips

Positive Aspects

Heat can be a time of joy, where families and friends can enjoy time together doing outdoor activities not available to them the rest of the year. Food becomes lighter, the days are longer, and people tend to get more exercise. There are also positive ways to describe the juxtaposition of something hot after immediately experiencing the cold, like a hot drink on a cold day.

Negative Aspects

Not every association with heat is positive. Hot weather brings environmental damage like droughts and wildfires that affect agriculture and wildlife. It can also lead to physical discomfort, like heat rash, dehydration, sunburn, sleep disruption, or being forced to work or exercise in uncomfortable environments.

Helpful Synonyms

Scorching

Blistering

Temperate

Boiling

Fiery

Burning

Inferno

Glowing

Simmering

Sweltering

Torrid

Steaming

Tropical

Flaming

Feverish

Stifling

Roasting

Searing

Tropical

Radiant

Common metaphors

Passion or desire

Anger and conflict

Pressure or stress

Excitement and energy

Change or transformation

Danger or warning

Life and vitality

[on-a-lucky-tide]

Price joined the army at 16 and distinguished himself as The Best of The Best, wholly committed to finessing the skills needed for his work. There is no way that man ever learned to cook beyond gutting and cooking an animal as part of his survival training. Taste doesn't factor in; scran is all about efficient energy.

When he's not on base with a mess or eating rat packs out in the field, Price lives on Tesco Meal Deals or camping packs from the local Go Outdoors retailer. Yes, he will eat it cold.

Enter: Nikolai.

The moment that man became an independent contractor, he vowed to eat like a king whenever possible, and learned to cook accordingly. You don't maintain his body mass by eating poorly. He gallivants all over the world on ops for different people, unrestricted by any superior, and every time he lands he collects a recipe or two to add to his repertoire. Cooking for him is a pleasure and an art form, he's just sad that he doesn't have a kitchen of his own to create in...

When he moves in with Price and finds an empty kitchen - apart from a battered old frying pan and spatula that saw some bacon once - he audibly whines; a noise that makes Price huff a laugh. Nik rifles through cupboards in hopes he's just missed something, but comes up with a lidless tupperware. The oven has never been used. It's as pristine as the day it was installed.

He audibly gags at the sight of a ready-to-eat breakfast pouch, but the fridge with half a week's worth of pre-packed sandwiches from the petrol station is the final straw. Nik hauls that Scouser down to the local IKEA and buys out their kitchen section, ignoring his partner's bleats of protest as he chucks yet another lämplig into the trolley.

The next stop is the local market for fresh local food. Nik is a man possessed and Price is in fucking awe. By the time they're home, Price collapses on the sofa and leaves Nik to organise the kitchen as he wants it.

Price wakes up to the single best goulash he has ever tasted in his entire bloody life. Cleans the loaded plate and sits back with a full belly and a beer. He doesn't expect the look on Nik's face when he looks up; pupils blown wide, soft smile, shoulders squared with pride and chest out.

This is a dream come true for Nik. Not only does he now have his own kitchen, but he can use it to feed the man he loves. Price resigns to needing to go up a few belt notches during leave, because how can he say no to that face?

[blasphemousclaw]

For send a character ask: Radahn!

ahh, Radahn… forever an enigma

• favorite thing about them

who he is as a person — his family background, his beliefs, and who he ultimately chooses to be — is so endlessly interesting to me. being a child of both the Erdtree and the Moon, growing up idolizing the Erdtree’s champions like his father and Godfrey, but being a talented sorcerer in his own right like his mother, was he conflicted when Radagon betrayed Rennala? did he ever come to resent his father, both for breaking his mother’s heart and for replacing his greatest idol, Godfrey? there’s something so significant to me about Radagon despising his red hair, and Radahn embracing that same hair he inherited as the mark of a champion. did this affect his relationship with Radagon? on the other hand, did he know that challenging the stars was also halting his Carian family’s fate? did he care? there’s such a fascinating back-and-forth between Radahn and both sides of his family!

• least favorite thing about them

his writing in the dlc… will never get over how botched it feels. and I’m not talking about the actual plot points, I’m talking about how those plot points were revealed to us in the story! the reason why everyone felt like him showing up was an asspull plot twist was because there’s no hint whatsoever in the base game that Miquella and Radahn ever had a relationship at all. as a result, I think the writers had to speedrun a Radahn-Miquella reveal plotline with Freyja and Ansbach, while cramming references to Radahn into the dlc (like the Red Bear npc, and his relationship to Gaius and Messmer) to make him seem less out of nowhere… but to me it just comes across as a rushed plotline with extremely clumsy foreshadowing. I guess they didn’t know they would get to make a dlc when they made the game so they didn’t include anything about him and Miquella in the base game so there wouldn’t be random plot threads that go nowhere, or they originally planned something slightly different that didn’t pan out so they had to rework it but were only able to do so in the dlc. either way extremely disappointing. also his promised consort remembrance weapons are the laziest excuse for a remembrance of all time they’re just the starscourge greatswords again but different. is this some kind of sick joke

• favorite line

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just kidding he does have a few quotes: I’ve always liked “I was born a champion’s cub. Now I am the Lord of the Battlefield’s lion.” because of what it says about how he sees Radagon and Godfrey!

• brOTP

Rykard :33 his painting of Radahn means so much to me, it’s such a fond gesture… and the abductor virgins in Caelid seem like Rykard was really looking out for him! it makes me sad to think that they might’ve once been really close but drifted apart because of the war and their own priorities, but also still cared about each other

• ОТР

I don’t actively ship him with anyone tbh nothing has especially caught my interest

• nОТР

I resent Radahn/Miquella ONLY because their relationship has no buildup whatsoever and completely breaks the “show don’t tell” rule of storytelling. we’re told Miquella admired Radahn, but we never see this until he shows up as the final boss! I definitely wouldn’t dislike this ship if they had handled this storyline better but unfortunately with how things went it’s just embarrassing to me

• random headcanon

loves the outdoors… camping, hiking, riding, hunting, any physical activity where he gets to be outside. Rykard is the opposite. Radahn used to bring him on trips and he’d complain the whole way through

• unpopular opinion

I wrote a post about this already, but I think people are too quick to assume that he’s a Golden Order loyalist who wants to preserve the world in its current state. you could go on and on listing reasons why he would actually oppose the current Order… and in fact I did go on and on about it here. I think the most crucial thing to note is that Radahn has always made idolizing Godfrey his entire personality, and Godfrey was literally banished… the Order is very different now from what it once was!

• song i associate with them

again I only listen to instrumental music so I don’t really have thoughts on this sorry 🥹

• favorite picture of them

the Rykard painting <3

I really like how he’s depicted here… he’s got like a mature, lined face, and the way the painting is displayed (in a nicely furnished drawing room above the fireplace) feels like a very public declaration of respect and admiration? I think it says something about Radahn’s character that his brother who despises the Golden Order still seems to look up to him and care for him!

[luveline]

Hello!! For the zombie au, I would love to see something (no pressure at all tho - I love you and any of your writing regardless ❤️❤️) where the reader gets overwhelmed at the camp and goes off on her own for a bit, causing Steve to go absolutely insane with worry in the meantime. Totally up to you whether something dangerous actually happens or not. Thanks a ton either way!!

thank you for your request! i didn’t make him as worried as I could’ve potentially so please request again if this isn’t quite what you meant! zombie au steve x fem!reader

There are three different children having tantrums at breakfast. You wince at the sound, hands at your knees and squeezing, looking for relief. You have a headache the size of Mount Everest, in the midst of recovery from a cold that had you weak with fever and aching, and this isn't what you'd pictured when you crawled out of your tent this morning. 

Steve had been snoring, and Robin's newly adopted cat had been restless, climbing up and down your bodies like you were nothing more than lumpy pillows, and combined with your headache it had been a little too much to bear. Rather than wake either of them to amend their problems, you saw no harm in getting up for a walk and a moment's respite in the small communal area of camp near the fire pit. 

The fire hasn't been lit. For a while you'd all operated on nocturnal time, worried your smoke trail would attract the unkind, but it hasn't been a feasible plan to stay that way with so many young children living in the commune. These days you make very small fires when you need to warm food or boil water, and you try to stick to dry wood to minimise the amount of smoke. 

You're not sure what's causing the tantrums, perhaps they're setting each other off, but things are starting to get too much for a second time. Without a friend at your side, it's easy to fall into despair. You're sick without medicine, you've been sleeping on the floor outdoors for weeks and it's making you incredibly sore. The children are here and alone and most of them are orphans now because the unspeakable happened and it keeps on happening. Your life is a tragedy novel, the situation is dismal, and you're not sure life is ever going to get better. 

You stand up and walk for the river. The sound of rushing water will cover everything else, at the least, and there's a tree you can climb with minimal effort, a branch you can perch on that's high enough that nothing can reach you while you're overstimulated and distracted.

Today could be a good day. You need to clear your head first, is all. 

—

Steve frowns at the empty blankets beside him. He'd prefer you didn't leave without waking him, 'cos he won't be able to breathe properly until he knows you're okay. He wishes he lived in a world —that you all did— where you could go wherever you liked without telling him and he wouldn't need to worry. He hates that he needs to know where you are. 

He wiggles his toes in his shoes, trying to wake them up as he stands from the tent and casts his gaze over the camp. There's a little boy crying near the single fold out table they have. A man scoops him up and starts to rub his back, shushing him. A gaggle of girls laugh beside a small fire, camping pans and cans of soup in tongs held over the flames. Dustin and Will are already up, coming back from the river with a bucket between them. 

"Hey," Steve says, jogging up to them. He looks around. "Seen Y/N?" 

"She wasn't by the river," Will says.

"But we caught you guys a fish," Dustin says. 

Steve looks down into the bucket, where a few smaller carp lie dead. "Oh, nice going. You didn't stab them, right?" 

"We're humane," Dustin says. "You have to debone your own. We're not doing all the work." 

Steve pats his shoulder. "Hey, thanks. Just as soon as I find Y/N." 

He doesn't find you soon. You aren't at the campfire. You aren't in the general area surrounding it. You aren't in someone else's tent, and he's sure they all think he's a control freak for checking. 

He tries to calm down. Chances are you needed the bathroom and wanted privacy. He isn't freaking out, he isn't freaking out, really, he's just– he's thinking logistically, because nothing good happens where he can't see you. 

Steve turns in a frantic circle, eyes everywhere, searching for your hair, your big coat. 

He's about to admit defeat and start shouting your name when you chirp up from behind him. "Hey, handsome. Fancy seeing you here."

He turns, sees you all in one piece in your big warm coat, your clean face shimmering with damp. 

"Oh," he says, feeling like he's been punched, "those losers lied to me. You were by the river?" 

You trudge over long grass to nudge him. "Just for a bit. My head was hurting. I saw them catching fish for a while, they're pretty good, but don't blame them, I don't think they knew I was there." 

"Idiots," he says, not meaning it. His head is pounding. "Why, where were you?" 

"Sitting on the 'dangerous' tree branch." 

He takes your shoulders into his hands. He can see you preparing for a kiss, your eyes closing slowly, your chin lifting just a little. Newsflash! You made him worry and now you're climbing up trees. He shakes you gently, and when it doesn't upset you, he shakes you more. You laugh infectiously and let your head loll back and forth. You don't ask him to stop, but he feels bad, and he hugs you rather than scramble your brains any further. 

"You have a conniption?" you ask into his neck. 

"Maybe." 

"Sorry, honey," you say, which is funny and sweet, because it's the name he always gives you. 

He rubs your back. "Hmm. I should give you a speech on not wandering off along and unnecessary risks." 

"Don't do that." 

"No, I'm going to, actually." 

He sits you by the fire and makes breakfast. The speech isn't a speech, really, just an excuse to talk at you, thankful that he still can. You give him all the meatballs from the weird canned spaghetti and he starts to forgive you for the heart attack. You wipe a dab of spaghetti sauce off of his lip with your thumb before giving him a peck, and he forgets what he was talking about in the first place.

[penvisions]

dev teases a new one shot {away from the city}

Pairing: Tired Dad! Joel Miller x Experienced Camper! Reader

Current Word Count: 2k (this is only about 500)

Warnings: adult language, more to come

A/N: it's no secret i love camping and the outdoors, even if i don't get to go as often as i want to. if only one mr. joel miller was in the campsite next to me and needed my help and expertise 🤭

“God dammit.” A deep, gravely voice solemnly murmurs from the next site over. Slightly muffled from inside the tent the broad shouldered man had dipped into shortly after pulling into the parking spot in a dark blue trunk. He had managed to get it pitched in a miraculously short amount of time despite the giggling and bouncing teen tangling the guy lines and rucking up the corners of the tarp underneath.

“Everything okay, dad?” The teen in question asked as she popped up from the cooler she was digging around in, a can of soda in her grip.

“…yeah, everything’s good, baby girl.” She glanced over at you with a roll of her eyes, not believing him for a second and needing someone to share in the moment. Before she could call him on the obvious lie, a loud hissing sound ruffled the side of the tent, billowing it out in a rather funny way.

Trying to keep your laughter low to avoid attention, you got up from your spot tending to the flames of your fire, foiled single use pan over the grill plate of the pit. A casserole you had parbaked last night in preparation for today. It was a broccoli cheddar one, the noodles and chicken beginning to season the air along with the crackling pine offered for visitors at the general store at the entrance to the park. The trunk of your SUV was silent as you lifted it and scanned the supplies you had stocked up in the space.

The spare air mattress you kept was on the smaller side, but it didn’t hurt to offer it to the little father and daughter duo. You pulled the fabric of your hiking shorts down a little, to cover up the bandage over a cut you had gotten earlier that afternoon on a hike before gripping the box and walked over to the edge of your site.

“Excuse me, sir?”

“Uh, give me sec!”

“Sir?” You walked over the invisible line between yours and theirs, aware of the girl now fiddling with a small MP3 player, wired earbuds already popped into her ears beneath a mane of kinky hair pulled back into low buns at the back of her head. “I’ve got an extra mattress if your has holes in it.”

“Huh?” His head appears in the opening of the tent, dark curls tousled and slightly damp with sweat. His brown eyes were wide, his plush lips parted underneath a thick moustache. He was on his knees, prompting you to look down as you approached the tent. He looked up at you through his hooded eyes and you swore your heart jumped in your chest.

[purplerose244]

Headcanons for a Camp Camp season post-David adopting Max

(Because I got back to Camp Camp for no reason at all and it is now everyone's problem. Also apparently new episode incoming? YOOO)

WARNING THERE ARE SWEARS IN THIS BUT I MEAN IT'S CAMP CAMP SO YOU KNOW 😅

Here we go!

No one knows at first

First episode starts with something random (Idk maybe something about change that makes everyone freaking out, you know how CC goes) and the entire time there are hints, like Max arriving at Camp with David and David always being in the proximity of Max. Towards the end Max makes a half-assed comment about it

Neil: Well, I guess some things never change

Neil: This place is still pretty fucked up

Max: Yeah, this is weirder than David adopting me at the end of last summer

(pause)

Everyone: WAIT WHAT?!

Casual episodes have background scenes where David puts a hand in front of Max whenever he wants to do something dangerous, or he picks him up

Max is now enrolled in Camp Campbell for Music Camp. He is never seen actually practicing during afternoon activities, he kinda just stands on his boot, but when no one is watching, especially at night, he does play a bit. He plays a guitar that was the first birthday present he got from David

He's genuinely good, he just thinks that the others will make fun of him for specifically playing guitar and ask him what campfire songs did David teach him

He's right and the answer is ALL OF THEM

Max is back to the plan of making David snap, but the idea evolved from "no way a person can be this happy" to "no way a parent can be this happy". That's totally NOT projection of his own trauma and he DOES NOT expect David to abandon him the moment it becomes too much (wink)

THE AMOUNT OF DAD JOKES ISTG. Max is 100% sure he'll go crazy out of tree puns alone. David is fully convinced that's peak dad behavior and non-negotiable

David: I'd love to take you on a vacation to trees' favourite city!

Max: David no.

David: Montreeal!

Max: DAVID NO.

David: Why so tense, Max? Are you okay?

Max: STOP RIGHT NOW.

David: Should I... leaf you alone?

Max: *groans forever*

A full episode where David is terrified of making preferences for his son and struggles between being a counselor and a father, fearing that the others might feel left out. Ultimately it is pointed out by everyone that Max was always his favourite, therefore he was a shit about it from the beginning and no one really cares (David feels relieved and quite conflicted about this)

Whenever the campers need permission to do something dangerous and there is REALLY no other option, Max sighs and does his best "please I really wanna do this, you are my guardian right?" act. It's embarassing how quickly David caves in

An episode about being a young single father, maybe David going on a date (I'm thinking the cute waitress from the Bonquisha episode and/or the bartender guy from the town episode, just to make some comebacks), having tons in common and getting along, but not wanting to commit with someone with a son. David feels pretty lonely, but he 100% can only be with someone that accepts Max as well (also pan David my beloved 🩷💛💙)

Max discovers David's tipping point when the kid gets seriously hurt because of a stupidly dangerous adventure. Max gets scolded like he didn't think David was able to. It follows a pretty tense period where Max thinks this is it, but David is just very embarassed for snapping like that and while he thinks Max can survive more than he can, he needs him to be safe. After talking they get much closer

David has no idea how to ground someone, especially his son. Usually, when he feels like he has to, he consults Gwen or, heaven forbid, Quartermaster

An episode where the ideal camper arrives. Loves outdoors, loves activities, loves singing along and saluting the flag, so David gets excited. The entire time the campers try to figure out if Max is jealous, but he shows no sign. Obviously the camper is someone evil because this is Camp Camp, and at the end Max stomps the person with a "sorry sweetheart, I'm his favourite"

Max doesn't call him dad, David knows this and never presses him. But the kid slips sometimes and corrects himself quickly, although David never seems to notice

He actually does notice and every night he proceeds to giggle into his log pillow like a high schooler with a crush

An episode where the campers try to figure out how the whole adoption situation happened, since neither Max nor David really explained it. The hypothetical story becomes increasingly crazier and more complex, between alien invations, warlocks and internal monologues. At the end a flashback is shown of Max waiting at camp. Gwen is in the cabin, then David arrives with his cheek red and bloody

David: It took some convincing

Gwen: Oh, David...

David: I'm alright. I knew who I was dealing with, and apparently they're this aggressive only to strangers. It could've been a lot worse, and they said yes anyway

Gwen: So... now what?

David: Now? Now I'm bringing him home

David had everything ready for adoption way before meeting Max, stating that as a counselor you never know what might happen. He thinks it's commendable. Max thinks it's fucking creepy

After The Forest episode David developed a bit of feral instincts, but never really showed them. Since Max can usually defend himself better than David does, there is no need to intervene. Until Daniel comes back, and makes the mistake of kidnapping Max this time, wanting to play with David on how to find his kid. He did not know. David turns into wolf dad, literally growling and hunting for his cub. Imagine a feral David roaring and growling "WHERE THE FUCK IS MY KID DANIEL??". Suffice to say, Daniel is sent to the hospital (praying the ultra lord) and Max starts to think, between Daniel and David, maybe it's his dad the psychotic one

He doesn't mind it that much

Possible outcome is Daniel being astonished by such energy, realizing that David just won't die, and feeling something strong for him, starting to ponder if David is an reincarnation of Xemug... he is giving himself an excuse, he basically just got a crush on David. If that would turn him madder or start his redemption arc, I have no idea, but I kinda like it 😂 (actually I might make a separate post about this, I got an idea for another season sequel to this one and yes, pretty Dadvid 💕💕)

Post this incident that ruined it, Mr. Honeynuts now wears a little Camp Campbell counselor uniform. David made it of course, and while Max voices his contempt, the bear was getting rough to hug and the shirt is soft

Idea gag of Max saying "did you know that *insert disturbing emotional abuse practice* isn't okay? Learned that last year"

They got blackmail material on each other. Max obviously uses it the most, between embarassing underpants and sleep talking, but in extreme cases David is not above pulling out his cute Max photo collection

Yes, he got several of those

Yes, he is waiting for someone to ask about it and show them like the proud parent he is

After David adopted Max, he started to work two jobs to make ends meet (I'm thinking teacher and maybe night guard, very standard). He's actually pretty good at both, but it makes him very exhausted. He once snapped at Max out of exhaustion and since then, he decided to rest whenever he feels tired (you know, like a normal person). Max jokes that he was supposed to make his life a nightmare, not help him develop a better and healthier lifestyle

They got a method for asking permission, "bullshit for fun": David allows him some usually unallowed stuff and he gets to have some cute father-son moments in exchange

Max: Okay, it's a huge concert, so I'm willing to go as far as a full week of tucking in bed

David: I'm not letting you go out of town all on your own that easily, young man! The week of that, and three days of hand holding when we get into a crowd!

Max: Mmm... one hand holding and... urgh... one day of camping together

David: WAIT, REALLY?!

Max: It's a really good concert

David: DEAL!!!!

During a particolarly bad night of Max having nightmares, David spends the night comforting him. Max jokes that perhaps David can get even a hug out of this. David states that their system is a fun thing between them for treating responsibilities and boundaries in a less serious way, but if Max needs comfort, that's always free

An episode in which Max hears David talk to Gwen, saying stuff like "I don't have enough money for him. I don't think I can make it. I'm so sorry, poor Max". He then starts the most effective escape from Camp Campbell plan he has ever put in motion, genuinely making it except he comes back because he misses everything. He screams at David for making him love him only to dump him. At last David understands the situation and hugs him, revealing that... he was talking about a dog he wanted to adopt for Max. Max will never live that down, and David is in absolute glee for the following days because his son loves him

Sometimes Max says "Language!" without realizing. It's horrifying for all people involved, even David

On the other hand, David starts to swear more. The thing is, he's used to Max and it's such a foreign thing to him that sometimes he doesn't realize it was him

David: Hold on, now where the fuck is everyone?

David: Language!

David: ... wait-

Idea crossover headcanon, David's last name is Corduroy, his dad is a cousin of the Corduroys of Gravity Falls. But as a matter of fact, David never calls his father dad, going for either sir or sergeant

I have the idea of introducing this father in an episode flashback from before the adoption. David's father, sergeant Jeffrey Corduroy, comes to the camp to "visit his son and reconnect after such a long time". The man is huge and affable, friendly like David, but David turns into a Max version of himself when he's around. After everyone states that he seems cool, David gets pissed even more and basically ditch camp activities the whole day

Max gets a moment alone with the sergent and presses a little more, thrown off by meeting the first person David seems to openly hate. As Max is being Max, Jeff loses it pretty quickly, revealing the kindness is a mask. As he is on his way to hit Max, David puts himself in between. He scolds his father, mad like never before, stating that one apology won't make up for ten years of hell. Jeff leaves, David is so tired his legs won't hold, Max helps him get back to the cabin and they stay there

When the two are alone eventually, David tells him his story: he actually learned about survival from his dad first, he got trained mercilessly to the point of spitting blood, for ten long years. At some point his parents decided to divorce, and he was sent to Camp Campbell to not be in the way. He felt happy there for the first time, but he spiralled after leaving, as his dad left and his mother was depressed. She sent him to France at the clown school, again to not be in the way, and when he was old enough he simply left his house to find his own way to be happy. The only place where that was, was Camp Campbell

David apologizes for making his first story about camp too cheerful, as he should have been sincere. Max comes to two conclusions that night: that they are way more similar than he expected (something he didn't believe when he first heard the camp story from David), and that... maybe David is kind to everyone because he used all the hate he has on that asshole

Possible last episode of the season is another Parent Day. Everyone is teasing Max over the fact that every day is Parent Day for him, and Max complains but passively shows how he can't wait for it. Obviously David is way too gleeful about it. Then David disappears and no one knows where he is, and Max gets in the worse mood possible, making it everyone's problem. Everyone is actually kinda supportive and that turns him from angry to simply sad, although Gwen states that whatever happened to David, he promised to be there therefore he will be

At the exhibition part, when it's Max' turn, David arrives just in time, running in full survival attire like in The Forest. Basically David had another canoe incident, and was hunted down by two more wolves. It turns out that they're the pups of the wolfie he befriended before, they were hunted by men and that's why they were very aggressive towards him at first. Another adventure ensued, with the pups learning how to survive nature

Of course this is not explained to the people (just like The Forest), David apologizes for the late, Max says "fuck you dad" and hugs him in front of everyone

Follows the most mundane celebration between parents, with David (after taking off the survival look) looking a bit goofy and uncomfortable with so many adults while being a young man, but he does his best. Finally a moment of tranquility for the campers, as they watch their parents

Neil: You know Max, maybe you had to learn to appreciate the hell that is Camp Campbell, to meet a parent that truly cared for you. Maybe it was all a learning experience, and this is your reward

Max: ...

Neil: ...

Max: Well, this place sucks, and my dad is a fucking idiot. Definitely not worth it

(Max scoffs, then he smiles at David waving at him. The other campers hold back laughter, clearly not believing him)

It's implied that from then on Max starts calling David dad full time

[avaseofpeonies]

A Drink Before Battle ~ Intro

Genres: Fantasy, Romance, LGBTQ+, BL, Yaoi, Drama

Age rating: 18+ (violence, strong language, sexual content)

Status: Main story complete (70,000 words/ 47 chapters), One extra chapter (more coming someday)

Availability: Free to read on Scribblehub, Wattpad, AO3, Inkitt, and Ritoria

Story Tag: #adbb avp

Summary:

General Sevei is of the firm opinion that Nobles are shady and Alchemists even shadier. Noble Alchemists are the absolute worst. He is not looking forward to partnering with one to guard the border. Upon their introduction, though, it would seem they have already met... under very intimate circumstances.

Oh...,****

Set in the same world as Salvage, but we're going back in time for some Medieval sword and sorcery!

This wholesome, happy-endings-all-around, smutty queer fantasy romance features an M/M main couple along with a host of supporting characters bringing some trans rep, some pan rep, some sex worker positivity, and even a straight ally who tries his darndest, bless his little puppy heart.

Plenty of fluff, plenty of sexy times, a few funny bits, and our gang do all make it through the Horrors - but there is a war on, so there's also plenty of angst and a bit of bloody violence along the way.

More details below!

MC: General Zarayan Sevei, 31, brown hair, brown eyes, regular guy

ML: General Yeresym Urskatha, 28, platinum blonde, green eyes, Alchemist (magic user)

Couple Dynamics: Enthusiastic MC x reluctant ML, normal x paranormal, sunshine x grumpy, outgoing x reserved (dog/cat), experienced x inexperienced, vers couple

POV: MC only, 3rd person past

Setting: Fantasy World, Medieval, Military camp

Magic system ~ Qi-type innate spiritual energy (called Ethereal Energy in story). Can be wielded physically, harnessed to fuel technologies, or (more rarely) combined with ritual practices for more esoteric applications.

Themes: individual vs. self, individual vs. society, LGBTQ+ themes, identity, self image, love, sexuality, friendship, loyalty, courage, cooperation, guilt, mental health, empowerment, sex worker positivity, social class/privilege, change vs. tradition, violence, war, prejudice

Tropes: western fantasy influenced by xianxia danmei, enemies (antagonists) to lovers, secret identities, mistaken assumptions, forced proximity, workplace romance, brothel scenes, outdoor bathing, magical sex, opposites attract, side couples, (almost) everyone is queer, found family, band of misfits, fluff, comedic undertone, humor as a coping mechanism, danger/rescue, hurt/comfort, traumatic past, toxic family, angst w/HE, avenging dead loved ones, damsel in distress, magic battles, overpowered villain, aristocracy/nobility, handsome prince

Vibes/Mood: plot with smut, varies from fluffy and comedic to sexy to dark and angsty, but with a happy ending

Content Warnings: Genre typical violence, explicit sexual content, homophobic society, internalized homophobia, internalized transphobia (supporting character), war veteran ptsd, slavery (supporting character – no mistreatment of this character is depicted and sentiments are anti-slavery).

[saffiroll]

CAMP CAMP REWRITTEN

EPISODE ONE: ESCAPE FROM CAMP CAMPBELL

*A shot of the camp can be seen, and we are taken inside the counselors cabin*

David: *putting his boots on* I've never been more excited in my life!

Gwen: You say that no matter what you do David.

David: This time is different Gwen. Finally after gosh knows how long we are getting new campers! Apart from the ones we had last year-

Gwen: Why are you so excited about this? It's not something to be so jumpy about.

David: You clearly just don't understand the Camp Campbell life Gwen.

Gwen: *picking up some enrollment forms* Thank god i don't.

David: This summer all these kids will learn something new and exciting

Gwen: Half of them will be dead by sundown.

David:...yeaaahh probably

Gwen: God you're unbearable sometimes

*Bus honking*

David: The bus is here!!

*David ran out...and got hit by the bus*

Gwen: Ah fuck, why does this happen every time.

David: I'm okay!

*Kids started walking out*

Gwen: New campers huh? None of them are different

David: Uuuhhh- well i guess we're out of luck then-

Gwen: I dunno, there is one extra form, could be unexpected

David: oh come on now Gwen, Nothing here ever happens unexpectedly!

*bus door opens again*

QM: Forgot one.

Max: *steps out* Prepare for hell this summer.

*Everyone stares*

David:..oh.

*Intro plays*

David: Well hello there! Welcome t-

Max: i don't want to be here camp man, don't tell me stuff i don't care abo- is that girl just consuming dirt?

Gwen: Nikki no we talked about this last summer!

Nikki: *inhuman hissing noises*

Max:.....was i just sent to an insane asylum outdoors?

David: Hey! That wasn't very nice!

Max: Shshshshshsh- nobody caaarrreeesss

Nikki: *runs towards Max* Well hello!!

Max: *steps back* Woaaah there speedy gonzalez do NOT touch me.

Nikki: *jumping around* My name is Nikki! What's yours? *points downward* I like your shoes!

Max: *looks down* Where are YOUR shoes? You're just wearing socks.

Nikki: You don't need shoes in nature! It's natural!

Max:....Ew-

Nikki: Sooo you're the newest one here no? All of us came here last Summer and we're back again! But you? You're not.

Max: Wow, no shit

Nikki: *poking around her hair* My mom forced me to cut my hair because it got dirty often and-

Max: What does that have to do with out conversation so far

Nikki: Oh! Right! Camp!

Max: What even-

Nikki: ANYWAY LET'S GO LOOK AROUND! *She pulled him by his hand and started running*

Max: FUCK-

*The scene cuts to the Mess Hall*

Nikki: Behold! *she showed it off with her hands* The place where we eat, fight and throw up!

Max:..oh i hate this place even more...

Nikki: *walks over to the door* The mashed potatoes are my favourite personally-

Max: i literally don't care.

Nikki: *she opened the doors to chaos happening* aaannndd behold, again!!

*All the kids are either throwing food at each other or slipping on it*

Max: i-

Nikki: I'm already feeling like i'm home.

Max: Well i DON'T?

Nikki: Don't worry! It's only your first day!You'll get used to it! *she sat down on a bench*

Max: What does this camp even represent?!

Nikki: look at this potato bug i found!

Max: NIKKI!!!

Nikki: Ah! Don't yell at me!

Max: Then answer m-

Gwen: *Banging on pots and pans* ALRIGHT EVERYONE SETTLE THE FUCK DOWN YOU LITTLE SHITS WE NEED TO DO SOME VIDEO SHOWING SO YOU ALL DID NOT FORGET THE REASON YOU'RE HERE!

David: Ahem! What Gwen wanted to say is..we just want to remind you all what makes this place special and fun for you all! Especially for our newest camper Max!

*Everyone just glanced at him*

Max: *whispering* ffffffucking kill meeee-

*A momemt of Cameron Campbell can be seen as he goes down the stairs and climbs up again*

Max: What the fuck?

Nikki: This is normal.

*Annndd he's back. Ew*

Cameron: Well i'm here now as well- apparently!

David: Mister Campbell! What are you doing here?

Gwen: Oh god please no.

Cameron: Well i'm not hiding from any authorities if that's what you're talking about! Haha!

David: Haha what-

Cameron: Come on now Davey! How about you show this uh-

*he looked at Max*

Cameron: New gremlin- around the camp!

David: Hey! Maybe you could do it Nikki!

Nikki: Me?

Max: HER?!

David: Well sure why not? It'll be good for you two to get to know each other better! Since you've been near each other this entire time!

Max: nononoNONONO-

Cameron: Great! It's all settled then! Haha! Off you two go! Davey go supervise them! Or else.

David: I wont disappoint you Mister Campbell!

Cameron: Yeah whatever- *closes curtains*

*After 5 minutes*

Nikki: Okay so! Here we have these uh- things! Camps! Let's see *Starts pointing at each one* there's Sports camp! Which the best girl does! Magics! Stars! Shakespeare! Art!...other magics- and other stuff i do not remember!

Max: *rolls his eyes* Wow how wonderful.

*Gwen walked over*

Gwen: David i think we need to discuss MANY things about running this at this scale with Cameron-

Nikki: Gwen?

Gwen: What is it Nikki?

Nikki: *pointing* Max ran off

Max: *Currently trying to RUN* GOTTA GET THE FUCK OIT OF HERE HOLY SHIT-

Gwen:....David can you-

David: On my way- *he ran after Max*

Max: YOU CAN'T CATCH ME YOU TWINK ASS HORROR SHOW!!

David: *he did.*

Max: SON OF A BITCH-

*10 minutes later*

Nikki: You'll get used to all of this eventually- i promise

Max: Ughh i hate this...so mu-

*he bumped into someone*

Neil: *turns around* Can i help you?

Max: PFFTT- hahaha! You look ridiculous! Is that a costume for a halloween party?

Neil: I'm a scientist.

Max:....your tone is uh- new.

Neil: Is that a problem? *He looked at him with a skeptical expression*

Max: Ye-

Nikki: *covers his mouth* No no! Not at all! We'll just be on our way! We just ran into you accidentally!

*she pushed Max away*

Max: what the hell is the problem?

Nikki: Neil...uh..intimidates me...

Max: intimidates you?

Nikki: It was a whole thing like last year...i don't wanna talk about it-

Max: Oh- jeez- uhm...well- that sucks. I'm sorry.

Nikki: It's fine! I mean it's not like something weird is gonna happe-

*bullets were suddenly being heard*

Max: the fuck?

Cameron: Code black! Well look at the time! i gotta go now!

David: Wait sir! Where are you going??

Cameron: International waters! Have a decent summer kids! *grabs on a helicopter ladder as agents follow him with the gunshots*

Max:...wanna run away together?

Nikki: Spy escaping let's go!

*they started running*

David: Max get back here this instant!! You're being a bad influence!

Max: don't tell me what to do!

Nikki: *she took Max's "new camper" pin and yeeted it at David*

Max: SAYONARA SUCKERS!!

*they got on the bus...annnddd immediately crashed it*

Max: Ughhh we were so clooseeee

Nikki: i cut my arm on glass.

Gwen: well honestly Max how were you expecting to drive a bus?

Max: Fair.

David: Well i think we all learned something today!

Max: No David. I think YOU learned something today. I will make this year hell and none of ypu can stop me, and i have a wild and probably traumatized sugar full gremlin to help me!

Nikki: *Jumps in joy* Yeah yeah yeah!

Max: C'mon Nikki. We're out of here.

*They walked off*

David:....can i play the song now?

Gwen: *Snatches the guitar and slams him with it*

*Outro plays*

[doctorobrt]

Hi there! Could you write something along the lines of AfabReader x William afton where he surprises her with jewelry she has always wanted? Thanks if you do!!-🪄

Yes yes yes of course I can, thank you for requesting, I didn't expect so many responses!

William Afton x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol.

It was a muggy day in 1978 Hurricane, Utah. The sun slipped through your fingers and pooled onto the streets. Pavements had become hot to the touch, and you were sure your shoes would melt to the concrete if you stood idle for too long.

Will had suggested spending the day on the high street; he encouraged you to join him to explore the new surroundings since moving there. He had left Michael, Elizabeth, and Evan in the care of Henry for the day, more than assured he was the perfect babysitter.

The quaint shops crowding the sides of the road invited customers in with open doors and decorated windows. It was only eleven in the morning by the time you had made your way through more than half of them. William had been browsing through children's clothes and accessories ready for summertime whilst you picked up cushions for the sofas, pots, and pans for the new stove, and silly hats to try on and laugh about in the store's mirror.

After purchasing a hefty amount of summer tops and bottoms and homely decorations, the pair of you opted to load the bags into the car before your arms dropped off. Loading them into the boot one after the other, you just about managed to squeeze them all in - except for a few sizable pillows on the back seats...

"Trust you to go shopping and buy half a house." William teased as you pushed all of your weight into slamming the trunk down, "Good thing the cars bloody big enough."

He leaned against the side of the cherry red Chevrolet with crossed arms and sleeves turned up, exposing the scars on his arms. It was definitely a sight to see. Assuring you that the healed injuries were completely pain-free, William had convinced you not to worry. It was always a question of concern, considering he would constantly tinker with intricate, and extremely hazardous, machinery, but you kept that concern to yourself for the time being.

"Sorry that I want a lovely-looking house!" You retorted as he shot back a smirk and pushed himself back onto his feet, "Want to grab some food?"

"Sounds good. I saw a café just up the road from here."

"Brilliant." Just up the road to Will meant a 15-minute walk, and for some superhuman reason, he wasn't feeling the sweltering heat. "Right let's go then."

During the stroll, you had peeked your heads into many different shops: shoemakers with extravagant heels for the most elegant of occasions, an outdoors and camping store full of enormous tents, a home-brewed liquor shop full of free samples and nestled beside the café, a fancy jeweller.

You gazed in through the window as intricately cut jewels lustred against the harsh sunlight pouring in through the glass. Resting upon a velvet mannequin sat a stunning golden necklace. Adorned with delicate diamond petals, it exuded elegance.

After taking a considerable amount of time to choose a whiskey, William finally caught up with you.

"We'll have to pop some ice into the freezer when we get home," He confidently displayed the bottle he had purchased, "Take a look at what I got for half price, love."

As you stepped back from the window, you felt a twinge of hesitancy. However, you couldn't ignore the wide grin plastered across his face, leaving you to raise an eyebrow with interest.

"How on earth did you get that for half price?" As you reached for the bottle, he quickly snatched it back and stuffed it into the bag, "Oi!"

"She just fancied me far too much to charge me full price." He jested, earning a questionable glare from you, "Part of the sales, love."

As he ushered you to move on, you couldn't help but keep an eye on the beautiful piece of jewellery that had previously caught your attention. William caught sight of your gaze and stole a look after you had moved on. After quickly glancing through the window, he strode into the café behind you.

The meal was excessively sweet. You had opted for an American breakfast classic - pancakes with bacon and syrup. It definitely filled the spot. On the other hand, Will had ordered a simple poached egg on toast with a bitter latte. It was past midday by the time you left, and the both of you were tired out from shopping for hours on end.

"Make your way back to the car, love." He urged whilst pulling out his wallet and tossing you the keys, "I'll pay for the food to save you some time."

After agreeing, you strolled your way back to the car. The seats were hot to the touch. You didn't dare sit down without placing a cushion beforehand. It had been just over fifteen minutes when Will came into view. His hair had fallen over his forehead and one of his sleeves had slipped down after carrying his bag full of alcohol for so long.

"Looking sexy there mate." You goaded whilst throwing open the driver's side door for him, "What took you so long? I've been roasting in here."

"Assuming you didn't lock yourself in," he said, sinking into the chair, "the doors do in fact open."

You scoffed, "Next time, I'll bloody drive home without you."

"Well then. Next time I won't be buying you a lovely present."

He enjoyed buying you presents, though he didn't do it often. He would always tell you he's rubbish at it because he's a man - you couldn't disagree with the fact he was an awful gift-giver.

Eagerly taking a large A3-shaped piece of card out, he handed it over.

"What the bloody hell am I holding?"

He wiggled his finger around and nodded his head, "Turn it around!"

As you flipped it over, you saw a piece of advertisement. On it was a woman styling the necklace you had spotted earlier. Thinking back, it was beside the necklace you saw in the shop. At least he tried?

"Oh, it's... lovely..?" Not quite sure how to go around this, you played along. William stifled a laugh as he watched you feigning gratitude. "Are you pulling my leg?"

He sneered and turned to take something else out of the bag. "You think too highly of me." Turning to pass you a pretty little case, "Course I am."

As you opened the petite box, a wide smile spread across your face. The necklace sat on top of a silk cushion inside. Without a second thought, you leapt towards him and hugged him tightly, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"You knobhead. I genuinely thought you got me that piece of card."

He placed a gentle kiss on your cheek and pushed you back slightly, "Cor, didn't realise you'd love it this much. Maybe I need to buy you jewellery all the time."

You jabbed him in the side, "Well then it wouldn't be so special, Mister., I'm awful at buying presents because I'm a man."

Chuckling at your response, he revved the car up and drove half an hour over to Henry's house.

Greeting an exhausted pair of adults at the door, and after slithering your way past a bundle of napping children, you mouthed a silent thank you and made your way into the kitchen. William brewed a pot of tea as if it were his own home, he always mentions they can't make his tea right. As he did so, The Emilys asked about your day.

You showed them your new necklace, to which Henry told you, "In all the years I've known Will, I never knew he was capable of such a lovely gift." He winked playfully, eliciting a sigh from his friend.

By the time you made your leave, it was approaching four in the afternoon. You heaved little Evan up into your arms and William held onto Michael and Elizabeth's hands, you turned to wave goodbye and hand over some cash as thanks.

While your attention was elsewhere, Evan swiftly took hold of the necklace and snapped it in two. You were met with a look of shock from William, as his mouth slightly hung open.

"Have you got the receipt?" You asked, wide-eyed.

"I'll tell them it came like that."

~

A/N - Thank you for reading! I mentioned before that I was going to shorten my stories and I think this is the perfect length. This one was so cute to write. Literally wrote a Mr. Bean moment into this. I hope you enjoyed it, I got so many requests, and I'm trying to work through them, but I probably won't be able to get through them all. Thank you anyway though, I appreciate the help!

[thevivaciousvagabond]

Camping/Outdoor Activities: Gathering Edition

Pan for gold 💰

Rockhound 💎

Forage for berries 🫐

Mushroom identification 🍄

Pick up shells 🐚

Metal detecting 📎

[pontevoix]

dear @w4rche1f 🥝 : does my muse have any ‘ unusual ’ habits, interests, and / or talents? do they hide it, or are they proud of it? / for colt yeah!

headcanon | colt grice & habits

colt  walks  a  tight  line  of  self-perception.  on  one  hand,  he  thinks  himself  pretty  impressively  unremarkable.  on  the  other  hand,  he  also  has  a  pretty  shrewd  awareness  of  his  own  skills  &  competencies.  it  paints  his  character  as  one  with  a  pretty  tepid  ego,  &  there’s  little  that  he  feels  particularly  proud  about  in  himself  —  especially  not  when  it  comes  to  bigger  accomplishments.  there  are  more  mundane  habits  &  talents  &  the  like  that  he  takes  more  pride  in,  but  they  feel  more  like  a  party  trick  ultimately.  

specifically,  he  is  fantastic  at  flipping  things  in  a  sauce  pan.  he’s  not  a  particularly  skilled  cook,  but  he  manages  to  flip  things  a  complete  180.  it  doesn’t  matter  what  it  is  —  pancakes,  vegetables,  eggs,  meat.  he  can  flip  it.  he’s  far  too  satisfied  at  his  success,  &  he  thinks  it’s  a  skill  worth  practicing.  there  should  be  some  sort  of  trophy  for  flipping  foods  the  way  he  does.  

he  has  an  assortment  of  useless  food  related  talents,  he  would  further  argue.  in  modern  day  verse,  he  can  catch  most  snack  foods  in  his  mouth  if  they’re  thrown  at  him.  he  says  this  is  one  perk  of  having  worked  with  zeke.  apparently,  zeke  likes  to  throw  things.  

he  has  a  stomach  of  steel.  he  can  handle  spice,  &  he  can  handle  lactose.  

he’s  a  pretty  solid  bet  for  sports-related  trivia  questions.  he’s  really  good  with  dates  &  timelines  &  he  can  name  world-cups  or  national-cups  or  league-cups  or  whatever  fairly  easily.  

modern  verse  :  has  had  a  hackeysack  era  😟  

if  he  wants  to,  he  can  fall  asleep  sitting  upright  his  arms  folded.  very  easy  sleeper!  he’ll  take  whatever  time  to  sleep  he  can.  

only  wants  to  drive  in  stick!!!!  honestly,  he  genuinely  really  enjoys  cars.  he  does  have  a  bad  habit  of  talking  like  he  knows  more  about  cars  than  he  does.  this  is  the  only  topic  that  he  actually  does  this  for.  

always  carries  mints  with  him.  it’d  be  really  easy  to  pavlov  him  like  that  one  scene  in  the  office.  he  says  it’s  good  to  be  prepared.  

modern  verse  :  over  uses  linkedin.  leaves  comments  &  everything.  

modern  verse  :  doesn’t  understand  how  to  do  a  manly  man  man  gym  selfie.  he  smiles  too  much  &  it  mostly  just  appears  like  a  friendly  selfie.  

modern  verse:  horrible  habit  of  losing  bluetooth  headphones,  so  he  usually  just  walks  around  with  his  phone  speaker  playing.  he  doesn’t  do  it  in  stores  or  cafes  or  workspaces,  but  if  he’s  walking  !!  enjoy  his  podcast  !!  

modern  verse:  he  took  far  too  much  delight  in  the  untitled  goose  game.  &  goat  simulator.  

he’s  a  bit  ticky  about  how  people  iron  their  uniforms,  actually.  he  always  notices  when  the  crease  is  off.  it’s  an  unfortunate  interest.  

he  wins  at  poker  &  card  games  more  often  than  people  would  expect  —  &  he  enjoys  the  victory.  no  one  really  expects  him  to  have  a  particularly  good  poker  face.  

he  really  enjoys  being  outdoors  in  general  —  he  genuinely  enjoys  camping,  trying  to  be  creative  about  mosquito  repellent,  &  building  campfires  that  last.  in  modern,  he  deeply  would  love  to  go  backpacking  across  a  mountain  range.  

none  of  these  things  are  hidden,  but  they  aren’t  things  about  himself  that  he  offers.

[tempest-toss]

The Call - Beginning

Being an Insurgent was difficult. Every day as a grunt was a day on the chopping block. Depending on your station you could be used as fodder or sent on a "rescue" mission to liberate those contained from the Foundation. Those lucky enough to survive this long earned something truly rare: Vacation.

Thorn Thomas was a beta operative, and after years of saving, decided to cash in all of their vacation days at once, giving them two full weeks of time off. They had found a quaint little camp site near a verdant forest, and set off to stay there, especially when they heard the price for staying was more than 80% off.

After a few days of peace and quiet, several more campers had arrived. While Thorn was irritated that they couldn't enjoy peace alone, they begrudgingly became used to it, mostly spying from their camper to gather any intel that might betray them as Foundation scum.

The first to arrive was a conservative family, consisting of husband Gordon Muntz, wife Trudy Muntz, and their "daughter", which was their dog named Rockette. Yes, spelled exactly like that. Thorn realized early on that Trudy and Gordon were quite conservative, both showing displeasure at some of the bumper stickers Thorn had. At least Rockette was a kind soul.

A Winnebago in rainbow colors showed up next, bringing floral spice to the camp. A stoner named Marvin Viscontti was one of them, often clad in an oversized sweatshirt, red beanie, and often found with a blunt in his mouth that reeked of SCP-420-j, The Super Weed. He mostly stayed inside, but always joined his buddy for outdoor dinner.. The other member was a hippie by the name of Dallas Richter. Wearing tie dye head band, oversized poncho and shirt, and even tie-dye sandals, he was the epitome of flower child attire, complete with a peace sign ear pierces and red tinted glasses. He was one of the few Thorn got along with, as he was relaxed about everything, and would wake up the whole camp to some morning Hand Pan music.

Next to arrive was another duo, a photographer and a cook. Both were somewhat viral stars online, with Norman Fotoparat posting his pictures online and Cassidy Rakoto posting her food cooking videos and tutorials to thousands of hungry viewers. Both announced an indefinite from their work, performing an internet detox involving deactivating accounts after they felt their art was deteriorating in quality that they could produce.

In rapid succession a slew of "nature freaks" (according to Trudy) joined the campsite, bringing with them several trailers, campers, and tents.

A trio arriving together were the explorers and the hiker. The explorers were a lesbian couple, Della and Natasha Lawrence, freshly married and eager to explore some ruins nearby the campsite. The hiker, Slyvester Reid, was just a close friend known for playing matchmaker and helping the two fall in love. He spent every day hiking the different forest trails of the woods. Trudy complained about the three of them, the Lawrences for their lifestyle, and Slyvester because he hiked without a shirt.

Also interested in the ruins as well as the river that connected it to the campsite was an archaeologist, fisherwoman, and a gold panner. The gold panner, Cindy Simmons, was an odd case. Her interactions with Thorn left the impression that she was an uptight valley girl, yet she was standing int the river, scooping dirt and laughing whenever she'd accidentally trip and fall into the river. She became close to the archaeologist Sable Proctor after she helped fight an artifact remnant through panning. Sable was one of the few campers rarely seen, as she spent most of her time in the ruins or in her camper, taking deep care of her discovered relics. Her only time of a more public interaction was when she helped Cassidy cook some trout. Penelope Lordes was the queen of the river, showing off her angler skills, providing an ample supply for Cassidy to cook with. When not rambliing on the "aquatic beauties" that swam in the river, she often gushed about her daughter. This made her close friends with Cindy and Sable, as they all had children attending Brunshire Academy. Thorn remembered that place; they were supposed to lead a mission to kidnap students, but were persuaded not to by hidden anti-personnel guns hidden in the academy's face.

Nobody knew when Silky Cooper showed up. The quiet geocacher appeared in camp one day, setting up a small tent on the outskirts of the encampment. She never spoke a word, only gesturing, nodding or shaking her head, or using whatever she was holding for emphasis. Thorn only learned her name because Cindy knew her. Silky's arrival caused Gordon to make a rude remark about preferring women who were meek and obedient liker her. The next day his truck's tires were slashed and there was cat poop found on his pillow. No one knows how it happened, but Dallas and Marvin looked quite pleased with themselves.

The last to arrive was an ice cream truck, carrying a tired man by the name of Chip Gelato. A natural loner, he often kept to himself, joining the others but not interjecting himself into any conversations. In fact, he seemed a bit ill, often holding an ice pack on his forehead most times Thorn saw them.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Today was supposed to be another day in a foresty paradise for Thorn.

Then the call came in. It wasn't a verbal call, but a set of beeps. Morse Code, specifically spelling out S-O-S. This was confusing to Thorn, as the radio was meant for short distances, but there was no Insurgency outposts for miles. Thorn picked up the transmitter and checked it. Two potential spikes, one from the forest and the other from the ruins. One of these had to be whatever this distress call is coming from.

Thorn thought about it some more, realizing that this could be dangerous. Maybe they should grab a camper for back-up? Or would they be dead weight? Thorn thought these possibilities before making a plan

[jgroffdaily]

Jonathan has recently been in Seattle after working in Vancouver, but here’s an interview from November 2013 about his favourite cities, holidays and travel memories. Including:

Q. Your “Frozen” character, Kristoff, is a mountain man. Are you an outdoorsman as well?

A. My mom’s a gym teacher and she and my dad were both athletes. So we were always an active family. Ever since we were little, we did long bike rides. I’m a runner and I hike and I love being outdoors and doing all that kind of stuff. But I’ve never been on a proper camping trip. I camped outdoors in our backyard! (Laughs) I’d love to take a week off and camp in Yellowstone. Maybe I could be a hardcore camper. But not the kind who doesn’t need an actual bathroom. So scratch the hardcore part. (Laughs)

Q. Do you like cold-weather destinations?

A. I do! Last year I went to Park City, Utah, with my family and we skied and stayed in a lodge. That was fun. I hadn’t skied in a while. My mom took me skiing when I was little. I was maybe in the fourth grade. A snowboarder hit me from behind! He was a grown man, so it hurt.

Q. What was the first trip you took as a child?

A. It was to Disney World when I was five years old. My mom did a 50-day countdown. Every day before the trip, she would videotape us and we could talk about our upcoming trip or sing a song from Disney. We were so excited. The trip lived up to our expectations 100 percent! I didn’t even mind waiting in the lines to go on the Peter Pan ride and everything. I have to say, I actually love waiting in lines at amusement parks with people who you like. It’s fun. I had a friend who came to visit me from London last year and we went to Disneyland. Anyhow, now here I am in a Disney movie.

Q. Where is the most romantic destination?

A. I’ve honestly never had a romantic vacation. I need to change that right away!

Q. What are your top five cities?

A. I lived in Chicago shooting “Boss” for three months and it was gorgeous. But if I was going to place the cities in my favorite order, it’d be New York for sure. It’s my absolute favorite! Then Lancaster, Pa., Rome, San Francisco and Chicago.

Q. What makes a memorable vacation?

A. Being able to travel by yourself and feeling at home. I went to Rome by myself and just had the most incredible experience there. I went in the summer and it was so sexy and the food was great. I love sitting outside and people-watching. The vibe in the city was amazing. And then to visit the Sistine Chapel was mind blowing. I have to say that when I was in Rome, I ate my face off!

Q. Where have you traveled to that most reminded you of home?

A. I spent some time in Portland, Ore., and the mountains there reminded me of the mountains in Pennsylvania. It was so pretty with the leaves changing.

[ocshipscanonwaters]

OCxCanon Week Day 3

Two prompts spoke to me on the day! Day 3

Prompt – Out In Nature Nigel Leeds x Isaac Lahey (MTV's Teen Wolf) Nigel looks around, this particular place is unfamiliar to him but it looks and smells safe. The boys have their normal camping spot they regularly use which is why Nigel is a little confused as to why they're here at this new place.

“Does it meet with your approval?” Isaac semi-jokes. Honestly he was a little on the fence about doing this. As resilient and strong as Nigel is, there was a part of Isaac that was concerned that being somewhere unknown may put Nigel on edge. Before they left this morning he accepted that if it did they'd leave and go to their normal camping haunt.

“I'll want to take a quick fly through later on but nothing giving red flag vibes. Here let me help you with that.” Nigel sighs as he watches Isaac try to carry all of their camping gear in a single trip.

Isaac jokingly scoffs; “I'm a big bad wolf remember? I'm tough.”

Nigel shakes his head; “Doesn't mean you got to be silly about it. Here...”

Nigel takes some of the items so they are sharing a more equal load. “There, isn't that easier?”

Part of Isaac wants to admit the truth, it wasn't the weight of the load but the volume of items that had been making things a tad bit more difficult than he was letting on. He doesn't want to admit that though, so instead he offers a lazy shrug. “If it makes you feel better.”

“It does but you're the one who knows where we are going so shouldn't you lead the way?”

Isaac blushes, Nigel is the one who usually leads the way. Not that he forces it, or even insists on it, Nigel taking the lead is just the natural standard they have fallen into. Nodding Isaac starts down what he thinks is the right trail towards the area they will be spending the next two days and two nights.

The spot they end up at is beautiful but it is far from the hiking trails, and the trek to get to the spot isn't fantastic which apparently has helped ensure that they are the only ones around. Isaac suggests that Nigel get them some trout for dinner while he sets up camp.

By the time Nigel comes back with a few trout Isaac has camp set up and is just sitting at the fire, he greets Nigel with a smile. The Jersey Devil stops in his tracks and openly sniffs at the air though he is currently in human. “Do I smell potatoes?”

Isaac nods; “Yeah, got some baking in the coals. They should be done by the time I've prepped and cooked that fish and I have some other greens here to cook in a pan too.”

“Fancy dinner.” Nigel says as he sits down; “I can clean the fish if you want.”

Isaac shakes his head and motions for the fish to be handed over; “I got it.”

“What's up? What's the occasion?”

Isaac sighs; “I was thinking I'd tell you after dinner but may as well talk while I cook.”

Nigel begins to feel nervous. New location, fancy meal, Isaac needing to talk about something apparently important? He can't help but believe that whatever is up it isn't good.

“So...I'm sure you remember when you first took me camping I had to warm up to the idea...”

“But you did warm up to the idea right?” Nigel replies cautiously.

“Oh I most certainly have. That's what I want to talk to you about.” Isaac looks around, really taking in their surroundings. “I never thought it would be possible but I now have a love for being outdoors and nature and...that's had me make a decision.”

Nigel is so lost now, his fears can't figure out how what Isaac is saying could be bad but they are sure it is. “What's that?”

“I've decided that I want to work out here, in the great outdoors, as a forest ranger.”

The relief is almost physically draining for the Jersey Devil; “That's great I-”

Isaac holds up the hand he's wielding the fillet knife with to get Nigel to pause. “But in order to do that I have to do a lot of schooling first, not doctor a lot, but still a fair bit. So I applied to a school that has what I need and I got accepted.”

Nigel jumps up and down on the spot, he's so happy for Isaac. “That's great!”

“There is a catch though.”

Nigel's joy catches in his throat and the fears return. What catch could there be? Does Isaac have to break up with Nigel for some reason in order do this.

“In order to do this. I...and I hope I mean we, have to move to Fresno.”

“Okay and?” Nigel doesn't understand the problem. His worries return and start to grow.

Isaac can see how worried Nigel is becoming, and he feels so bad because he doesn't think there was a way he could talk to Nigel about this without giving the poor Jersey Devil some temporary anxiety in the beginning. It's just how Nigel's past has him act from time to time.

“Fresno's population is about half a mill, a wee bit bigger than Beacon Hills' thirty K and we probably won't be able to head out of town and get away from it all till my program is done...in four years. I know you've had trouble being around the number of people you are in Beacon Hills at times so...if you think it will be a problem it's okay you can tell me. I don't have to do this; I can figure something else out. The last think I want to do is stress you out.” Isaac can feel his dialogue getting away from him, he's starting to ramble and can't stop himself.

“Let's do it.” Is all Nigel replies.

“Really? Just like that?” Isaac asks. He thought that Nigel would have some fear or hesitation.

“Just like that. It's only four years and given that as long as nothing bad happens we each have at least a hundred more years to go it won't be that long at all.”

“So you're gonna be okay probably living in a tiny apartment surrounded by tons of people on all sides?”

Nigel shrugs; “Maybe not at first but I'll adapt. I'll be busy working anyhow so that'll help.”

“Working?” Isaac doesn't understand.

“Well someone is going to have to pay the bills and you'll be focused on your studies.”

“I didn't want to assume.” Isaac actually hadn't thought about how they would pay for everything. He just thought he'd be doing a mix of student loans and living off his father's estate.

“We're mates. I know we haven't had the wedding yet but in the eyes of Jersey Devils you and I are already bonded. Me putting in the work so you can focus on your studies is expected. Just as when the times comes and I try to rebuild my clan it's expected you'll have to shoulder more initially while I focus on that. It's just what mates do for each other.”

Isaac smiles, his chest feels heavy. Having lived with his abusive father for so long, even now the instantaneous support Nigel gives him time and again feels almost overwhelming. There is a part of him, the part created by years living under his father's abuse that wants to have him question how lucky he is, how long it will be till he screws this up, or the other shoe drops and Nigel reveals who he really is. He pushes all those thoughts aside, focusing on the moment.

Isaac needs to distract himself. Turning his attention back to the fish he continues prepping them.“So after dinner I guess we can celebrate the good news?”

Nigel smiles mischievously; “Yeah, once the sun sets we can celebrate. We'll give the stars quite the show.”

Isaac can't tell if Nigel is teasing or telling the truth, either way all the doubts and fears are gone as his mind is now focused on...other things.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Fashion – Casual Nigel Leeds x Isaac Lahey (MTV's Teen Wolf) Liam sighs; “Is it just me?”

“No it's not just you.” Stiles reassures the new werewolf.

“Oh not this again. It makes him happy.” Isaac says with a sigh.

“What are we talking about?” Scott asks as he approaches the trio. “Wait it's not the t-shirt again is it?”

Stiles raises a finger at Scott. “Yes! It's weird.”

“It's not weird! It's just a t-shirt! It's cute and he's cute when he wears it.” Isaac snaps.

“Buying your non-werewolf boyfriend a t-shirt with a huge wolf jumping out at the viewer is not cute!” Stiles states.

Scott shrugs with a smile; “It's kinda cute.”

Stiles sighs.

“And it makes him happy. Given everything he's been through since escaping to Beacon Hills...” Isaac doesn't bother finishing the sentence. They all know at least a bit of what the poor creature has suffered.

“It does make him smile and he is cute when he smiles.” Liam agrees. This apparently does not sit well with Isaac who folds his arms and glares at the newest wolf. Liam looks at Isaac with confusion; “What? I'm just agreeing with what you said!”

Scott inwardly sighs recognizing the unnecessary, reflexive jealously that can come with being a werewolf; a jealousy that he himself has suffered from numerous times without realizing it at the time. “Isaac, you're acting like I did when I thought you were into Allison.”

Isaac immediately uncrosses his arms and holds his hands out in front of him as part of a dramatic apology; “Sorry! Didn't realize I was being that bad.”

“I wasn't that bad.” Scott protests.

“Yeah you were.” Stiles nods as he speaks. Feeling a bit embarrassed Scott tries to change the subject. “I thought we were talking about the t-shirt.”

Sensing the chance to have a little fun with things Stiles gives Scott a consoling pat on the shoulder. “Why? It's just clothing buddy.”

Scott is so lost.