#the snow expert || jake coolice

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She’s sitting in a chair upside down, her back on the seat and bottom on the back of the chair. Talia hums in thought for a moment, “would you rather fight, no magic by the way just fists, ten duck sized horses, or three horse sized ducks?” (To anyone)

"Well considering how powerful they'd be even at such a tiny size, I wouldn't want to fight the horses. Those things'll hurt way too much. But then again, three giant ducks is a lot to try and fight on your own... Is there a "nope" option here or is this just and either/or situation?"

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Jake Coolice: Snow Expert

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Ilia has put the finishing touches on her most important drawing project! She’s now ready to show everyone!

"You drew this? It looks amazing!" Duck said smiling at her. He scooped her up in one arm, unable to stop smiling at how precious this was. "Let's go show everybody you're awesome picture~"

He takes her around the lodge, getting everyone's reactions.

"Your formidable art skills are wonderful, little one. This is my new favorite."

"Whoa, that's so cute! You even got Iggy in there too!"

"Aw, that's very sweet Ilia."

"I look pretty good there, huh?" he says with a laugh.

"Oh righteous~! You even got my snow gear in there, that's so cool!"

"That's a fine drawin' darlin'. Good job."

"Right on, little frog. Keep drawing and you'll be even better than me some day~"

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The Aftermath || Newton Family Verse Drabble

((A drabble/ficlet based on this thread between me and @anthologyoflucas​. Please do not reblog.))

It had only been a couple hours since they had left the meeting place. Jake’s wounds had been tended to and he was resting on a couch in the lobby. In his hands a note that he was to give to Duck when he finally arrived.

His body tensed when he saw headlights pull up to the lodge. The teen sat up, looking over at Mama and Barclay who still looked grim over the situation. Jake chewed his lip nervously, facing the double doors.

Duck hopped out of his forestry service vehicle and gave a stretch. There was a small smile on his face. He had been looking forward to hearing about Ilia’s day and all the fun she had with Jake and the others at the lodge. He’d get her home, make her dinner and let her tell him all about it. But once he got into the lobby, the smile fell from his face.

It was replaced by a look of confusion when he didn’t see Ilia. Usually she would wait excitedly for him there, ready to chatter on with him about the cool stuff she learned. And the expressions of the others... They looked upset. Then he noticed the bandage on the side of Jake’s forehead.

“Where’s Ilia?” he asked, panic bubbling in his chest. When no one answered right away he was a bit more forceful. “Where. Is. Ilia?”

“I-I’m so sorry, Duck, i-it was all my fault-” Jake started, already back on the verge of tears.

“Jake, it wasn’t-” Mama said, but was interrupted when the ranger quickly crossed the room to the teen.

“What happened, Jake?!” Duck asked, panicked and angry. “You were supposed to be the one watching her! What happened to her?!”

“Duck, please, just calm down so we can explain!” Barclay interjected.

“D-Duck, please, I-I didn’t mean for i-it to happen! They said th-they were going to kill e-everyone here if I-I didn’t tell th-them where she was!” Jake said trying to defend himself even as the man grabbed him by the front of his hoodie and yanked him to his feet. “D-Dr. Crews h-has her...”

The disbelief and grief that washed over him was unimaginable. Sure, Ilia wasn’t his real daughter, but to him she was. And now that awful bastard had her back in his clutches. Anger swelled in him, roughly shaking the boy. “You gave her over to Crews?! What the fuck were you thinking?!”

“Hey, hey, hey!” Barclay snapped, getting Duck to let go of Jake and stepping between them. “Leave him alone, Duck! Just calm down!”

“My kid is gone because of him, Barclay! How the fuck am I supposed to calm down?!”

Jake winced. He already blamed himself enough as it was. If he hadn’t gone after Crews he’d be sitting here with Ilia explaining about the pond and reassuring him that she was okay. But Crews would have found them anyway, right? He’d mentioned being able to track her. And who knows, he could have come after them at the lodge or even to Duck’s apartment. People still would have died in the process...

“She... She wanted me t-to give you this...” Jake said, holding out the letter, but not looking up at the ranger. Duck snatched it from the teen’s hand and looked it over. It felt like his heart shattered, all the anger suddenly draining from him. It was her handwriting...

Duck sank to the floor, a hollow feeling in his chest. There was such a large void created from the space she took up in his heart. He never realized how truly full she’d made his life. The nights spent comforting her from the nightmares. The walks to the library to get her new books to read. Looking for frogs in the park. Talks of Ilia finally getting to go to school in the next school year. The chance to give her a normal life. All of that was gone...

Suddenly he broke down into sobs, Mama kneeling down to comfort him. She put an arm around him and pulled him into her. It hurt to see him like this and it hurt to know that little girl wasn’t going to be safe... Then Jake spoke up.

“Duck, I didn’t want to bring it up until you got here, but... I know how to find out where she is.”

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dreamsofalife​:

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He gives another little bark and rolls onto his side. More pets please.

This is too perfect. Her fingers dig gently into his fluff, giving him a couple scritches. In a way, he kinda reminds her of her cat, Pharaoh, except Jake is far less demanding.

Jake was very much enjoying the scritches. There’s only so much he can reach with his flippers. He wiggles around a bit to boop her with his nose.

Nothing to see here. Just a harp seal vibing in the snow outside the lodge.

"Holy shit. Sir are you aware you're the literal cutest thing ever?" She knows enough to know it's Jake, but there's not enough willpower to resist cooing and fussing over him.

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You probably haven't heard of the Kepler fight club because rule number 1: you don't talk about fight club. Rule number 2: you don't talk about fight club

"Dude, that movie and joke is older than I am."

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Is there currently Kepler Fight Club? If not, would anyone be interested in one?

"I haven't heard about anything like that, but it sounds like something Keith would make up. And it'd be pretty violent too with how the Hornets get sometimes. Not really my thing."

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Jake, what's your opinion on parkour?

Ask my muses stuff || Accepting!

"It's actually really fun. Back when the Hornets were still the Kepler Sports Club, we did some parkour. The problem is there aren't that many good spots in Kepler to do it, but we did find this cool area in the forest with a bunch of boulders and areas of raised ground. It made a good substitute for parks and buildings. Although one time we decided to try it out in the downtown area where all the buildings were pretty close together. We got chased by Sheriff Owens but we got away without any problems."

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Jake is currently laying curled up on the floor. There’s a plate of food next to him that’s barely been touched. He’s staring at it while grimacing.

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[ 😍 ] - What are some of your muse’s favorite textures?

[🌙 ] - How does being neurodivergent affect your muse in their career or schooling?

[ 🍝 ] - What are some of your muse’s comfort foods?

Asks for Neurodiverse Muses || Accepting!

[ 😍 ] - What are some of your muse’s favorite textures?

Duck likes rough textures like bark and foliage but also soft textures like cat fur and plush blankets.

Aubrey is fond of smoother textures like leather, polished metal, tumbled stones, river rocks.

Jake takes to cold textures like snow and ice. He likes chewing on ice too because he likes the feeling on his teeth. Keith would playfully tease him for breaking off fresh icicles to chew on.

Indrid likes delicate textures like silk and soft textures like feathers and fluffy pillows. He's also fond of feet in the wet sand on the beach texture, not so much the more rocky parts.

[🌙 ] - How does being neurodivergent affect your muse in their career or schooling?

For Duck it can make things a little easier since he likes being out in nature and isn't bothered by the sounds and smells and textures it brings. Being a forest ranger lets him be in an environment that he actually likes so there aren't too many negatives unless he has to be cooped up in the ranger station.

Aubrey has ADHD so it made it hard for her to pay attention in school. She did alright grade wise but it was hard for her to remember to do homework or to bring it with her to school.

Jake doesn't really have trouble since he doesn't work or go to school. He's good at making friends. Though he tends to hyper focus on his interests which usually include extreme winter sports but he also loves swimming and skateboarding.

Indrid also doesn't work at the moment. But he had some pretty bad anxiety that makes it hard at times to communicate, especially when he first came to Earth. He's gotten better at handling it since then, but he still has moments of terrible anxiety.

[ 🍝 ] - What are some of your muse’s comfort foods?

Duck's is french onion soup. Some soups he can't do because of the texture but f.o. is a safe one.

Aubrey likes grilled cheese, mac and cheese, chicken tenders, and the like. She likes softer food textures but enjoys crunchy ones when she's expecting it to be crunchy.

Jake enjoys most fish but especially salmon. Sometimes he will eat smaller fish whole, but Barclay insists on properly cooking them after Jake got sick from swallowing a bad fish. He'll still eat the bones without issues.

Indrid tends to eat more processed stuff that are microwavable, like hot pockets. If he has a bad mishap with some food he will shy away from it and lose his appetite. He can't really do meat on the bone because it kind of freaks him out if he bites the bone.

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[ 🙌 ] -How does your muse stim or self-regulate?

Asks for Neurodiverse Muses || Accepting!

Most of my muses are neurodiverse and they all usually do something with their hands to stim:

Aubrey, who is the only canonically stated neurodivergent, usually flicks her thumb like a lighter or passes a flame between her index fingers.

Duck uses his model ship making as a way to stim. It helps relax his brain and keeps his hands busy. He'll usually have music, a tv show, or a podcast on for background noise.

Jake will hand flap or rapidly alternate hitting his thumb and pinky against his thigh or against the edges of a table or his board or the arm of a chair, etc., kind of similar to a seal flapping their flippers.

Indrid will doodle sometimes while conversing with others. Part of it is out of habit from drawing his visions and the other part is that it helps him focus his mind so he doesn't get lost in said visions. Also since he's a Rail Rider it does keep him more grounded to reality.

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“Oh, uh, yeah. I wanted to get some practice in. It’s a really good day for it,” he said with a sheepish smile. Although a cold drink probably wasn’t his best choice for a cold day. At least if he didn’t already have a proclivity to the cold.

“Maybe you could join me sometime?” Jake asked, his face reddening just a bit.

The invite caught Liam by surprise. He was kinda glad his back was turned finishing up the order when Jake asked, since his face lit up like a tomato.

“I’d be a total newbie out there, but if you don’t mind being seen with me falling over,” he finished up the drink placing the lid on and grabbing a straw as he turned back to the counter to hand it to Jake, “that sounds fun.”

“I wouldn’t mind at all,” he said, reaching to take his drink. His fingers brushed over Liam’s as he took the cup. The selkie bit his lip lightly as he pulled away with his drink, looking down at the counter for a moment.

“So, w-when are you free?” he asked as he sheepishly unwrapped the straw.

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"Oh, uh, yeah. That would be great!" Jake grinned at the other teen. He was pleased that Liam seemed to remember his order. It made a light pink blush dust his cheeks. Part of him hoped the barista remembered his name for the order too. "Um, I uh, just wanted to say, that um, you look really nice today."

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Muses Vs Mun

Duck, Indrid, Jake, Barclay, Ned, Aubrey, and Me!

Stole from @smalltownbcy​

Tagging whoever wants to!

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Blep.

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Me: I just love my selkie boi, he is a good bean!

Also me: *immediately puts him in stressful or dangerous situations*

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Duck put his arm around Ilia, gently pulling her close, but careful so she wouldn't bump his wound. "I don't think they will. It's over. You're safe now, Ilia."

It didn't take them long to get to St. Francis, the group piling out of the truck. Duck, Ilia, and Jake were immediately taken back, though Barclay had to stay with Jake since he was technically one of his guardians. Aubrey and Ned would wait for them, their minor wounds easily treated. Duck insisted he stay with Ilia as she was his daughter.

anthologyoflucas​:

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“It’s going to be alright,” Ned assured her. “It didn’t hit anything vital. He’ll be okay. We just have to get him to the hospital.”

“Yeah, what he said. I’m gonna be alright, really. It just hurts a lot is all,” Duck added, though that was downplaying it a bit.

“Jake? Jake, can you hear me?” Barclay said, gently shaking the younger Sylph. He was out cold, either from the shockwave or the amount of injuries he’d sustained. “Aubrey! Stay with him, I’m gonna grab the truck!”

“Uh, y-yeah! Got it!” she said, rushing over to the teen as Barclay rushed to where they had hidden Mama’s truck. Gently holding his head in her hands she glanced at the others. “You holding up okay, Duck?”

“I’ve been better,” he replied.

“B-but I thought that if someone shoots you.. you die…” Ilia looked down anxiously. She was blaming herself for Jake and Duck’s injuries. If she was stronger, she could have kept them safe.

“No, not always,” Ned said. He was starting to get anxious too. Even at a full sprint it was taking Barclay too long for his liking. But at least it seemed like the bleeding was slowing. He gave a nervous glance at Aubrey who was trying to use her magic to help Jake. The boy’s face was very pale, his body shaking.

A couple moments later the truck came screaming around the corner and had a pretty rough stop in front of the group. Barclay hopped out of the truck and scooped up Jake as Ned helped Duck to his feet. With Aubrey’s help they got him up in the front of the cab, Ned then hoisting Ilia up to sit between Duck and Barclay. Then they hopped in the back seat of the cab with Jake, Aubrey holding him close to steady him.

Duck kept his hand on the cloth over his wound, grimacing from pain. They’d get help soon and it would all be okay. Once Barclay was back in the driver’s seat he threw the car in drive and headed for the St. Francis Medical Center in Kepler.