#weeeeeeeeee i got other things to be doing but who cares

[angela132132]

Gonna attempt to actually render that damn sketch i did of madonna della pietà but with dante and vergil

[renohasbigtits]

Oh my goodness those Ignis mpreg headcanons were so well written! I really enjoyed them they were really cute, if ya don’t mind me asking could you do Prompto next? I’ll leave all the details up to you but plz give us more uwu

Mpreg Prompto (Final Fantasy 15 Headcanons)

Omg ☺️ I’m glad you liked the Iggy one. Honestly While making the Ignis one, I was thinking about doing a Prompto Mpreg headcanon but I didn’t think someone would ask for a Prompto one.

But I will give the the people what they want!! PROMPTO MPREG!! Expect this to be very silly 🙃

Idk where this takes place, I’ll leave it to your imagination ;) just know that no ones dead! Yay everyone lives!!

One more thing: this does contain Mpreg (Male Pregnancy. Don’t like? Don’t read! Constructive feedback is welcome!)



• He’s a lot of things (being adorable cinnamon roll is one 🥰) but stupid isn’t one of them.

• he’ll noticed 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 how he’s gaining weight and starts to become more insecure (someone hug him pls)

Minor Warning: mentions of eating disorder habits.

• he starts to exercise more but he pushes himself a little to far of what people consider “Normal” and stops eating around people. That caught Ignis’s eye.

• Ignis motherly instincts kick in (Noct ain’t his only kid ya know) he confronts Prompto’s lack of appetite but Prompto doubles down.

• Ignis asks Noctis to, as his Best Friend, To help Prompto. Noctis goes to talk to his Best Friend.

•Noct tries to talk to Prompto about his excessive exercise and seemingly lack of appetite but Noctis’s awkwardness and his unintentional nonchalant attitude, doesn’t help and Prompto just ignores his friends concerns.

•however, one day Prompto passes out while running and is rushed to the hospital.

•it’s only then, he’s given the shocking news; He’s Pregnant! Not just that, he’s already a month Pregnant!

•he’s in shock and disbelief at first. How could that happ-

•oh yeah he had sex (duh)

•to make a long story short, Prompto was at a party, met someone, was getting along great and...well yeah you guess the rest xD (tbh I’m not comfortable or good at describing sex scenes, so I’m not gonna torture you guys 😅)

•after that, Prompto never saw (or heard) from them again.

•Gladio was like “Welp, it least you got laid!”

• meanwhile Noctis and Ignis: 👨‍🦯👨‍🦯

•Now, in a hospital bed, with the news that he’s Pregnant, Prompto feels alone, confused and scared. So he, reluctantly, turns to his friends for help.

•Noctis jaw was on the floor, he wanted it to be a joke. It wasn’t a joke.

•Gladio was: 📉📈📉📈📉📈📉

•Ignis, being the most calmest and levelheaded, tells Prompto to try to contact the baby’s other parent (can you tell I’m trying to be gender neutral? What can I say I love my he’s, she’s, and they’s 🥰)

•this, however, proves to be a colossal failure, since Prompto doesn’t even remember their name!

•Out of stress Prompto begins to cry :’(

• Noctis finally sees the seriousness of the situation, promises his best friend to help him and be there for him.

•Ignis and Gladio as well! Yay Grandma and Grandpa!...I mean Uncles!!!

•One Month: Prompto begun to eat correctly again. He’s lucky that the baby wasn’t harmed.

•this poor boy...gets sick a lot!!

•morning sickness is his worst enemy!!!

• “Now I know what my Mom went through...”

• he has the most RANDOM cravings...poor Ignis.

•he has to make the weirdest shit for Prompto!

•it least he’s eating it, so it’s worth it...kinda.

•Noctis is very protective of his friend. He knows people can be... judge mental.

•if anyone gives Prompto weird looks or glares.

•Oh Hell No!

•Noctis ain’t having none of it!!

•he’ll glare at them back! “What? What the hell are you staring at?!”

•He almost fought someone.

•Gladio had to stop him, he’s making Prompto cry (and that shit ain’t acceptable)

•Ignis just sighs. (Being a single mother is hard guys)

• Second Month: Prompto’s belly keeps gets bigger. He proud and nervous. He feels like he’s getting fat.

•The Doctor assures him that he’s not getting fat, he’s womb is getting bigger, which means the baby is growing fine.

•plus his friends are the best support system!!!

•lris gets him baby clothes, baby toys, etc.

•you better believe he’s taking pics of his baby bump.

•not just because it’s adorable, but because he wants to document it! He wants to scrapbook it!! It’s one of his biggest projects and he wants it to be perfect!

•Third Month: he has to buy new clothes ;-; he’s already outgrowing the ones he has!

• Prompto’s insecurity: 📈📈📈

•Noctis still tries to fight ANYONE who even looks at Prompto.

•Even Gladio gets annoyed with Noct fighting people and arguing with security to not kick them out.

•”Noct stop trying to fight people or your getting nothing but vegetables!!!”

•oh and you just know Prompto is gonna buy some Chocobo plushies, he’s kid is gonna love Chocobo’s as much as he does!

•55% of the baby supplies is Chocobo related.

•Fouth Month: This is it. He finds out the baby’s gender!

•it takes a while cuz the baby was an awkward position.

•”poor little guy, he must feel uncomfortable as much as I do.”

•”she’s actually a girl, Prompto. Congrats it’s a Girl!”

•”AAHAHAAHAH! IT’S A GIRL!” lris had to scream that where Noctis, Gladio and “I haven’t had my Coffee yet” Ignis could hear.

•THAT’S IT! I’M MAKING IT’S A GIRL CAKE!!

•that’s how they celebrate the announcement of the baby’s gender.

•Noct wouldn’t admit it but he’s really excited to be an Uncle.

•Gladio and Ignis as well.

•however, Prompto does not have much experience with taking care of Babies, so he starts practicing.

•for the next couple months, he training to take care of baby.

•he gets better but he fears he won’t be a good father (or mother) to his unborn Daughter.

•he doesn’t want her to feel what he felt growing up; loneliness.

•he promises her that he’ll never let her feel alone. He wants her feel loved and safe.

Eight Months: She’s already kicking. Literally!

•Seriously, She’s the most active baby the Doctor’s ever seen!

•let’s hope she won’t be too energetic....

•lris decides to make a baby shower for Prompto. The plan is simple:

•Ignis makes the food. (So many new Recipeh’s)

•Noctis keeps Prompto distracted. It’s not that hard as it sounds, he takes Prompto to a Chocobo farm!

•all tho, Prompto can’t ride the Chocobros cause he might fall and hurt himself and his unborn daughter, but he’s really enjoying himself. The plan is going smoothly.

•meanwhile Gladio decorates with the material he’s given because Iris doesn’t trust him to bring his own.

•it’s small and not many people came but hey! It’s the thought that that counts.

•Noct gets a text to bring Prompto to the party. The plan is going great!

•Prompto was so moved by all the hard work and the effort his friends made, that he balled his eyes out.

•it went great! They eaten the delicious food (THATS IT! GRANDMA IGNIS ACTIVITY!)

•the gifts were adorable ☺️

•Noct’s gift (note: lris had to drag Noct to a baby store, so she and Noct could get a gift. Much to Noct’s embarrassment) was Rare Black Chocobo plush!

•it was so cute! (In a dark way)

•Gladio’s was an adorable baby book. (He would have gotten a book about Chocobos but they didn’t have any ;-;)

•Ignis’s was a strange one. It was a coffee maker.

•”Iggy...why would I need this l?”

•”Cause your gonna be up all night.”

•believe me. Ignis knows all to well.

•lris’s gift was an Moogle Plush.

•It went amazing! (Prompto got to take some left overs home)

•Nine Month: The last month. The doctor was put Prompto on bed rest. Don’t walk around too much, try to stay hydrated.

•Noctis has to come over to look after Prompto during the last days of his Pregnancy.

•to say Prompto is nervous would be an understatement!!

•he’s sooo scared to feel what labor is like. He knows it’s extremely painful. Yeah he’s having a c-section but....

•Wait! WHAT WILL THE C-SECTION FEEL LIKE?!?!?

•he wouldn’t have to wait long...

•during the night, Prompto was having a hard time sleeping, due to some back pain (you know where this is going...)

•trying to get up, Prompto feels something wet.

•”NOCT!”

•”what I was drea-“

•”Prompto...did your water break?!”

•”I-I don’t know!!”

•unsure what to do, Noct (panicking) calls Ignis.

•”IGGY! I THINK PROMPTO’S WATER BROKE? MAYBE? I DON’T KNOW!”

•”Noct, how about you call the midwife?” Said Ignis calmly. (Let me know if you got that joke 😉)

•Noct calls the midwife, she tell him to bring Prompto to the hospital.

•(weeeeeeeeee wooooooooooo 🚑)

•They figure out pretty quickly that, the baby is coming NOW!

•poor Noct, sitting in the waiting room with a pajama top on and unclean pants (no shoes btw) hoping that it would go well and nothing happen to Prompto and his niece.

•after for what seems like forever, A nurse comes out with a small bundle in his arms.

•”He wanted you to hold her.”

•Noct was stunned. In his arms with Prompto’s baby girl!

•and she was the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen!

•this tiny little thing, has his blond hair, blue eyes, even his freckles! She was the cutest thing ever!!

•Noct even shed a tear. He’s definitely not telling anyone about that.

30 Minutes Earlier

•Prompto just woken up. He passed out after he heard her cries.

•now, waking up; he wants to see his baby girl.

•once he sees her again, he basically falls in love all over again.

•Crying while her eyes were looking at his.

•”Hi there...nice to meet you.”

•She cooed in response. OMG.

•everyone else fell in love with her too.

•”She’s Adorable.”

•”hard to believe she’ll grow up so big.”

•she was basically welcome with open arms.

•over the years, shes basically a mini version of Prompto with a bit of a shy streak.

•he takes so.many.pics that she becomes camera shy.

•She LOVES chocobos and love to ride them with her Daddy ^^

•Noct is basically her second favorite person. She’s almost always falling asleep on him. He’s not complaining tho.

•btw, that Black Chocobo toy? It’s her absolute favorite.

•Ignis has to be her third favorite.

•she always refers to him as Mama Iggy. Much to Iggy’s embarrassment.

•She likes helping him cook. She’s a little mini helper and even passes out food. Ignis greatly appreciates the help.

•Gladio gives the best piggy back rides!

•she helps him a little with his exercise.

•Prompto and his Daughter are the closest you’ll ever see.

•she’s his rock and he’s her Father.

•When he finds out his origins and his “Father” he doubt downs to make sure he’s never like him. Period.

•After Noct disappears, She’s helps him get ready for Noctis’s eventual return.

•while getting stronger herself.

•When Noctis returns (and brings back the light) he’s shocked and happy to see that Prompto’s Daughter, has not changed much (besides age)

•she now helps around the Citadel.

•Prompto? Well

•Prompto is truly great full for having his daughter in his life.

•”Hey D/N?”

•”Yeah Dad?”

•”I love you.”

•”I love you too Dad.”

OMG! I did not expect this to be fucking long! 😅 well I hope I did this Justice. To who requested this, I hope you loved it!

I guess it turned more serious than silly huh? Welp, I still hoped you guys liked it!

Please Reblog!!

[love-pyramus]

Soulless -RP Davey x Elmer x Darcy

Weeeeeeeeee, uh, few warnings. Shitty friends, a few curses, a few panic attacks, Davey gets beat up, blood mentions, and yea! That’s it!

@withsome-payback @luv-ya-hun @ijustfellupthefrickinstairs @brooklyn-is-here I did thing!

WC: 1386 

“You’re soulless?” Davey nodded, listening to his “friends” words. “So, you’re a freak.” Davey nods. “Yeah.” His friends talked more, listing off more reasons. “Better than having two soulmates, fucking disgraces.” Davey sighed. “I mean, it’s better off for everyone, no one has to have to deal with him.” Davey sighed, curling in on himself and sinking into his hoodie. He continued working on the assignment, writing down multiple variations of the answers, knowing he’d have to use them for his friends.  

Davey walked into his new school, keeping his head down. He was nervous as he walked into the office, and met the guy who’d be showing him around. “Jack Kelly.” The boys says, holding out his hand. Davey sticks out his own and shakes it. “David Jacobs.” “David...you got soulmates?” Davey shakes his head quickly, the lie slipping past his lips easily. “Soulless.” Jack nods. “That’s alright. Cmon Davey, I’ll show you around, and then I’ll introduce you to my friends.” He follows Jack around, and to his classes, a little unsure of why everyone is being kind to him. For their own gain? It was probably some extra credit, show the new “soulless” kid around. “You don’t look so good Davey. Everything alright?” Jack asks, noticing. “Yeah, everything’s fine.” Another lie he was used to telling. Jack nodded and didn’t push it. “Davey, these are my friends.” He went around talking to them, and his breath hitched when he met Elmer and Darcy. “Excuse me for one second.” He says. He runs to the bathroom and splashes water onto his face. “Davey? What’s wrong?” Jack asks, following him. “I’m not soulless, and those two are my soulmates but I can’t tell anyone because I’m not out and I can’t face it and-“ Davey is cut off by the inability to breathe. He holds onto both sides of the sink and takes large gasping breaths. “Hey, hey, deep breaths,” Jack says, placing a hand on his back. “It’s ok, deep breaths.” Davey continued to take heaving gasps until he managed to get it under control. “There you go,” Jack encourages, “Darcy and Elmer are your soulmates?” Jack asks. Davey nods, unable to talk. “And you can’t face coming out?” Another nod. “How long have you pretended to be soulless?” “Over-over a year,” Davey manages. Jack nods. “I won’t tell anyone if you don’t want.” Jack says, rubbing his back comfortingly. “You won’t?” Davey asks, counting his breaths. “No, that’s for you to do in your own time.” Davey nods again, loosening his grip on the sink. “You’re ok,” Jack whispers. Davey nods one more time, splashing water on his face. “Cmon, let's go meet everyone.” Jack says, putting an arm around Davey. The two walk back, Davey shaking his head a bit, but working through the introductions. “You’re really soulless?” Elmer asks, looking at him. Davey nods, showing his ‘blank’ wrists. Elmer looks at them confused, and then back at Darcy. “How does that happen? Someone being soulless?” He asks. Darcy shrugs and looks to Davey, who doesn’t have an explanation either. “I just happen to be one of the unlucky ones.” He says, shrugging. Elmer nods. 

“You just move here?” Darcy asks as they walk out of school. Davey nods. “Yeah, got here a few days ago.” “Do you need help unpacking?” Darcy asks. Davey thinks about the massive amount of stuff he still has to unpack, but shakes his head. “No, it’s ok.” Darcy gives him a disbelieving look. “Cmon, are you sure?” Darcy asks. Davey sighs. “Fine.” Darcy gives him a smile. “I just...there’s a box filled with notebooks...could you avoid that one?” Davey asks, fiddling with his sleeves. Darcy and Elmer nod. “Yeah, course.” Darcy says. The boxes labeled there all have David written in big bold letters. “Your full names David?” Darcy asks, looking at his own wrists. “Hm? Oh, yeah.” Davey answers

“Seriously, we built a tower as tall as me for a project once.” Davey says, grinning. “What’d you guys get on it?” Elmer asks. “A 100.” Davey answers. The three had gone out for ice cream after school. “Can I...can I ask about being soulless?” Elmer asks. Davey nods. “Yeah, go ahead.” “Is it possible for you to enter relationships? Like with another soulless person, or with a soulmate who wants you?” Elmer says. Davey thinks for a bit. “I guess. But soulless people are pretty rare, so those odds are slim, and we’re unlovable, supposedly.” 

Davey groaned as his head made contact with the wall, closing his eyes. “Ow…” He mutters. He touches his hand to his hand to his head, eyes widening as they come away sticky with blood. He pulls out his phone, calling Darcy. “Davey? What’s up?” Darcy asks, picking up after the second ring. “I...uh...someone beat me up for being soulless, and my heads bleeding.” Davey answers. Darcy nods. “Where are you?” He asks. “An alley next to my apartment.” Davey says. He sits against the wall, listening to Darcy talk. “I see you, I’m going to hang up, ok?” Darcy asks. Davey hums in response, not really noticing when Elmer and Darcy help him up and into a car. “We’re going to the hospital, and then we’re taking care of you with whatever the doctor says.” Elmer says, sitting in the back with him. “You don’t have to take care of me.” Davey says, his words gaining a slur. “We want to.” Darcy says, looking back at him. Davey nods, leaning against Elmer. “Hey, you can’t sleep yet.” Elmer says. “‘M tired though.” He mutters. “I know. You don’t sleep enough.” Elmer replies, keeping him awake. 

Elmer and Darcy sat in the room as Davey went through the testing for a concussion. The doctor turned to them, and explained how to take care of him, what he’d need, and what he couldn’t do for the next few weeks. The two helped him out, and back into the car. “You can’t sleep for a few hours, so we need to think of things to do.” Darcy says to Davey. Said boy nodded, leaning against Elmer. When the three got to the apartment, one of the notebooks was on the bed. “What’s in there?” Elmer asks. Darcy shoots him a look but doesn’t interfere. “Some stuff. My old friends, their soulmates, wondering what my soulmates are like.” Darcy and Elmer share a confused look. “But...you’re soulless?” Darcy says, but it’s more a question. “I pretend to be. Not out, so it’s easier.” Davey admits. He wipes at his wrists, showing the two names written. “I love them, and I want to stop pretending, but I’m scared.” Elmer and Darcy both look at each other, shocked. “You’re our soulmate.” Darcy finally whispers. Davey gives no indication he had heard, putting the notebook away. 

A few weeks later, Davey was cleared of all the concussion symptoms, and him, Elmer, and Darcy were hanging out in his room “Davey, do you remember much of the first day?” Elmer asks. Davey shakes his head. “Nothing much after the doctors visit.” Davey admits. “Well...you...you told us something…” Elmer says. Davey tilts his head, questioningly. “You told us...you told us that you aren’t soulless-” Davey's breath catches in his throat. “-and that we’re your soulmates. You showed us the soulmarks.” Everything begins to feel too tight. “Davey, Davey it’s ok,” Elmer says, trying to get through to him. Everything was muffled to Davey, his room felt too small, like everything was closing in on him as he curled into himself. Darcy put his hand on Davey's shoulder, hating the sob and flinch that came with it. “Davey, it’s ok, I promise.” The boy didn’t respond, and so Elmer went behind him and pulled him into him, trying to help him regulate his breathing, hating how he could feel the violent trembles. After a time, Davey’s sobs reduced to hiccups, and the trembling calmed. “I’m sorry.” He mumbles. “It’s ok. You’re ok. We’re ok.” Darcy says. Davey moves off Elmers lap, sitting against the wall, and looks at the two when they sit on either side of him. “We’re soulmates. It’s what we do.” Elmer says. Davey smiles slightly, wiping his tears. “Yeah...soulmates.” 

[flowerpowell]

Unexpected (Drake x MC)

PART ONE

A/N: This is an AU where Liam is engaged to Madeleine and Riley was never a suitor. Drake meets her in a bar but from the beginning they don’t like each other and don’t want to see each other again. Fate had different plans, though. It’s been a while since I wrote anything for Drake so I would appreciate your feedback! Characters belong to Pixelberry! Also, I’m not 100% happy with the title but I couldnt come up with anything else. The moodboard will be changing at some point too because I’m not happy with it either lol.

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: discussions of infertility, laguage

Word count: 2392

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“I’m sorry Drake, I’m afraid I won’t make it, Madeleine wants to meet to discuss something ‘important’ before the wedding. Can we reschedule?”

Drake sighed as he read over the message from his best friend. Liam had always been busy but ever since he got engaged to Madeleine, they barely even saw each other. Resigned, he opened the door to his favorite and the only American bar in Cordonia, and walked in. He sat down in his usual place and waited for one of the waiters to get his order.

“Hi! What can I get you?” He turned left to see a young and rather too enthusiastic waitress smiling at him. Huh, that’s new. I haven’t seen her here yet.

“The usual, please.”

“And umm, what’s the usual for you? I’m sorry, this is my first day and I don’t know--”

“Yeah, I can tell. Whiskey, neat.” He interrupted her and turned his back to her. He was aware how rude he was acting but the whole thing with Liam made him mad and he wasn’t in a mood for talking to people.

“Sure,” she answered, her tone noticeably less cheerful. She walked away quickly and approached the barman.

“Hard first day, Riley?” He asked taking her notes from her.

“Was going well before this grump appeared,” she motioned Drake who glaced at her and saw her pointing him. He quickly turned away again.

“Ahh, Drake Walker. He has his moods but be nice to him, he’s our regular.”

“Oh great, I’m gonna see him every day, how nice,” she rolled her eyes and the barman laughed.

“His whiskey,” he handed her the glass. She took it, nodding in return.

“There you go! Anything else I can get for you?” Riley put the glass on the table and plastered a smile.

“No,” Drake answered taking his drink. She stood there waiting and he looked up.

“What?”

“Saying thank you doesn’t really cost much,” she answered and raised an eyebrow.

“Leaving me alone doesn’t cost much either.”

“Being nice doesn’t cost anything too, you know.”

“Not being annoying is kinda cheap too.”

“You’re cheap! What is even your problem?” She asked rasing her voice.

“My problem? You have a problem! I can’t even drink my whiskey in peace without a waitress bugging me.”

“Oohh, I’m sorry, your highness, I’m out of your hair if I’m bugging you that much,” she bowed mockingly and walked away as Drake’s eyes went wide. If she only knew...

“Drake, can you please stop by the palace? I need to tell you something and it’s important.”

Drake looked at the message and sighed. He quickly downed the glass and left money on the table. Without saying anything he walked out of the bar.

“How is he a regular? I would’ve kicked him out for being a jerk.” Riley asked when she brought the empty glass back.

“He’s not that bad. I’ve heard many things are happening in his life now but what exactly no one knows. He’s too reserved to share anything.”

“I can bet nothing exciting is really happening, he’s just trying to pretend he has a life.”

~~~~

“Liam! I’m here!” Drake opened the door to Liam’s office and met with Liam’s serious expression. He looked tired and... upset?

“Did something happen?” Drake asked but before Liam could reply Maxwell came in as well.

“The bros are all here! What’s happening?”

“Maxwell! Stop calling us bros. I am not your bro.” Drake hissed.

“Ahem,” Liam cleared his throat and both men looked at him. “I asked you both to come to tell you something.” He took a deep breath before continuing. “I... I can’t have kids. I found out about it today.”

“What? How... How do you know that?”

“Madeleine asked me to check if I could have kids since we would have to produce an heir. The results came today and turns out I can’t have kids,” Liam explained and looked down, not meeting his friends’ eyes.

“I’m so sorry, man,” Drake ran his hand through his hair. “There are other options, you know.”

“Yeah! You can appoint someone or... you know... other stuff,” Maxwell cut in.

“Cordonia needs an heir to ensure our stability. I’ve been pressured to marry someone so I chose Madeleine but now everyone is pressuring me to produce an heir. I can’t tell them I can’t have kids. I can’t fail them,” Liam’s voice broke slightly.

“Screw them. Honestly, they are just a bunch of--”

“Drake! I am their King and I have my responsibilities. Giving them an heir is one of them.”

“So what are you going to do?” Maxwell asked.

“I thought about it. I’m gonna ask Betrand if I can appoint Bartie as the heir to the crown. If Betrand and Savannah agree, of course.”

“Bartie? My nephew? Bartie?” Drake asked, his eyes widening. “That’s--”

“Fantastic!!! I’m going to be a King’s uncle!!! How amazing is that? Betrand will love the idea!” Maxwell cheered as Liam smiled at him weakly.

“Yes. Now excuse me, I need to inform Betrand and Savannah about my decision and hope for the best,” Liam stood up as a sign for the men to leave. Maxwell patted him on the shoulder before heading out but Drake stood still.

“Drake?”

“Are you sure you’re okay? I mean, that’s a big decision to make, are you sure--”

“I’m not sure of anything, Drake. I know I need to get married, produce an heir and rule. That’s all I know,” Liam rubbed his temples suddenly ashamed of his outburst. “I’m sorry Drake, it’s been a rough couple of weeks.”

“S’okay. Get some rest and I’m here if you need me,” Drake said before leaving Liam alone in the office.

~~~~

“Hello?” Drake answered the phone as he opened the door to his cabin.

“Drake! Hey! I have a huge favor to ask. Could you look after Bartie for a few hours? Liam asked us to come to discuss something and I don’t want to drag Bartie with us.”

“Sure, Sav. When are you going to drop him off?”

“Ten minutes? We’re on our way,” there was a silence on the other side as Savannah waited for the answer.

“Sure,” he just said as he looked around his little house, mentally taking note of everything he had to clean before his sister got there.

“Thank you, Drake, you’re the best!” Savannah hung up before she could hear Drake murmuring something in respose. For a day without any social interaction that Drake planned for himself, he had an awful lot of socializing.

Before his sister and her husband came, Drake managed to tidy the kitchen and the living room. He was just about to clean his bedroom when the bell rang.

“Aww, shit, they’re not going to get in here anyway,” he said to himself and went to open the door.

“Here’s Bartie and his stuff, it shouldn’t take us long but I don’t know what Liam wants from us,” Savannah explained handing him his nephew.

“His Majesty,” Betrand corrected and Drake rolled his eyes.

“Right. Once again, thank you so much for your help!” Savannah quickly kissed Bartie goodbye and got back into the car.

“I guess it means there’s only you and me buddy,” Drake whispered to Bartie who started crying in response. It’s going to be a long evening...

~~~~

“Riley! Come here for a second!”

“Coming!” Riley quickly left cleaning the tables and ran to the manager’s office.

“One of your customers left his wallet. You need to return it,” he said taking a wallet from the table and handing it to her.

“Return it? But that’s not my fault someone left the wallet! He should’ve been more careful!”

“Normally yes, but this man has been coming here for years and he rather feels like a friend of ours. I’ll give you the address and you’ll take it back to him. I’ll pay you extra.”

“But...”

“No buts! I would’ve done it myself but I’m too busy ordering new plates and glasses since you broke so many today,” the manager narrowed his eyes and she quickly nodded.

“Got it! Just give me the address and I’ll return it!”

~~~~

“Where’s uncle Drake? Here he is!”

“Weeeeeeeeee!”

Drake sighed as he sat down on the floor. He loved that kid but had absolutely no idea how to take care of him. Maybe Bartie simply didn’t like him.

His thoughts were interrupted by someone knocking on his door.

“Thank God,” he took Bartie in his arms and opened the door hoping to see his sister. However, the person standing there was definitely not his sister and his eyes widened as he recognized the person.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Riley rolled her eyes as she saw Drake.

“Seriously? You even came to my house to offend me?!”

“Weeeeeee!” Bartie started crying again and Riley noticed the kid in Drake’s arms.

“I... No, I’m here to--”

“Can you please come in? Bartie is getting cold,” Drake stepped back so Riley could come inside. He closed the door and looked at Riley expectantly.

“So? May I ask you what the hell are you doing here, in my house at this hour?”

“Like I wanted to!” she answered back trying her best not to punch him. “You left your stupid wallet and my stup-- ahem, my boss asked me to bring it all the way here because apparently everyone likes you there. But just so you know, everyone except for me.”

“Wasn’t counting on it,” he said as he reached for the wallet.

“Weeeeeeee!”

“Shhh, Bartie, don’t worry. That scary lady is leaving.”

“I’m scary? The kid’s crying because his own father can’t even hold him right!”

“First of all, I know what I’m doing and secondly, I am not his father.”

“Ugh, look, you’re squeezing his belly,” Riley tried to take Bartie from Drake’s arms but he took a step back.

“You always know better, huh? We don’t even know each other’s names yet you’re already giving me parenting advice.”

“Because it hurts him! Here, let me,” she carefully took Bartie and he instantly stopped crying. She swayed a little to calm him down and it seemed to work as the kid smiled at her. Just as she was about to look triumphantly at Drake, the lights went out and Bartie started crying again.

“Great. Now use your amazing parenting skills again when I go and try to fix it,” Drake said before going outside.

“Sure. Of course. Go ahead,” she yelled after him, “because that’s still a part of my job as a waitress!”

“Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

“Shhh, Bartie, shh! Look, there’s my phone, let’s switch on the flashlight! Ohh, so much better, right?” She whispered to Bartie as he calmed down.

“Let’s go see where are your toys, okay?”

Riley started opening different doors to find anything that could catch Bartie’s attention but nothing in the kitchen or the bathroom seemed to fit her criterion. She opened the door to the room that was almost hidden and gasped at the sight. What must have been Drake’s bedroom was a mess, full of his dirty clothes, empty glasses and other things she wasn’t able to identify.

“Ugh, no wonder your uncle is alone. Who would want to live like that?” She asked Bartie and he giggled. She was just about to close the door when the lights went on again.

“What a relief, right darlin--”

“Who are you?!”

Riley turned around to see a woman and a man standing in the hollway. The man quickly walked up to her and took Bartie from her arms.

“Who are you? And why are you taking Bartie?”

“Bartie is our son. We left him for Drake to babysit him while we were out. And you’re...?” The woman asked her.

“I’m Riley and I was here because Drake forgot his wallet from--”

“Ohhh!! You’re Drake’s girlfriend! I get it! He never tells me anything!” The woman smiled as she shook Riley’s hand.

“No, no, wait. Hold up, I’m not--”

“That changes everything! I’m so pleased to know Drake finally has someone. My name is Bertrand Beaumont, Duke of House Ramsford and this is my wife Savannah.”

“It’s so nice to meet you! Drake’s always very secretive and you seem very nice! And Bartie likes you!”

“Nice meeting you too but seriously, Drake and I are not dating!”

“Ah, I see you’re just as reserved as he is! Don’t worry, your secret is safe with us,” Savannah winked at her and Riley wanted to throw up. Her and Drake? Never, ever, ever, ever, eww.

“Well, you’re here now so I’m going to head out. It was a pleasure to meet you all, have a great night!” Riley said and practically ran out of the door.

“She seems nice,” Savannah told Betrand when there were only two of them.

“Indeed, my dear. She must be special if he decided to introduce her to Bartie.”

“Hey, I fixed the-- Oh.” Drake walked in noticing his sister and her husband. “Hey, you’re back.”

“We are! And we’ve just met your secret girlfriend, Riley!” Savannah clapped her hands and Drake’s eyes widened.

“My what?!” Riley, that’s a pretty name, huh.

“It’s okay, brother, we won’t tell anyone. She just left and I think we must have scared her away so I’m sorry you won’t be able to spend a nice, romantic night together.”

Him and Riley? Never, ever, ever, ever, ever.

“No, Sav, it’s not like that, we don’t--”

“Drake, I get it! You can tell me all about her when you’re ready! But for now we have news!” She beamed as took her husband’s hand.

“Indeed, we do. Our son Bartie is officially the heir to the Cordonian throne!”

[swolfeh]

Hey there! Worked for The Salvation army for 6 years at a shelter and I can confirm all of this. I walked into the job which started at $8 an hour, thinking I would do good and serve the local community. Nope. I saw people kicked out for not making their bed, people who were denied dinner because they came in late, and so many more tiny little things that just irritated me.

I thought to myself, that maybe I could change this from the inside out. That didn’t work. Any hints of needing more compassion and mercy that I dropped to one of the higher ups was shut down immediately. Not making ones bed was the same as walking in violently drunk. Oh and families were the parents either weren’t married or cis male and cis female weren’t allowed in. Single parents were, but that was about as progressive as it got.

When I realized talking to them wouldn’t change anything. I tried to vigilante some compassion. It helped that I worked alone at nights. Without any managers down my neck. Not writing people up for little mistakes was one thing I did. However, it got more and more difficult. Especially when I was told so many times by my manager to kick people out in the morning, to stop leaving the dining room for breakfast open so late. There were so many little things in place that kept anyone at my level from actually helping without my own job being threatened.

And the way I was treated?? Not any better. At night I was expected to stay downstairs to make sure nothing happened (yes there were fights and other things I would have to stop every once in a while), but I was ALSO expected to be upstairs cleaning out the apartments where we housed families. If I was upstairs and something happened downstairs, I got written up for not doing my job, and vice versa. I once asked for time off because I needed a couple of days off to move. I was denied. I told my manager that I was moving and just needed a weekend off to move and get settledThey kept denying me, because that would mean THEY would have to work the weekend and that wasn’t gonna happen. So I legit had 1 day to move all my stuff. Weeeeeeeeee. The poor treatment I was receiving turned me into an asshole. I stopped caring. And since I couldn’t take it out on the management, I took it out on the residents. I tried my best, but most of the time just couldn’t find it in me to give a shit. Realized there was no hope changing anything at this shelter. And I finally found a way out of that hell hole of a job. Incase you were wondering, my ending pay at that job that I had for 6 years? $8.53 an hour. Oh and when I quit, they tried to bribe me into staying with a raise to $10 an hour. When I walked back in for my final check, my old manager condescendingly asked how much I made at my new job. Told her I was taking home $600 a week in tips alone (vs a $480 pay check every two weeks from them). The look on her face as I told her that and left was priceless.

The Salvation Army is such a pathetic joke of a system. Fuck ‘em.

DO NOT SUPPORT SALVATION ARMY 

[little-kitty-kanny]

answer all of them

Here weeeeeeeeee gooooooo, I’m going to use a read more because this is gonna be hella long

flower crown: when did you last sing to yourself?

I wanna say like Sunday? I think that’s when I last worked. Sometimes I’ll sing under my breath at work.

fairy lights: if a crystal ball could tell you the truth about anything, what would you want to know?

If my meds are going to keep working for me. 

daisies: what is the greatest accomplishment of your life?

I’m still alive.

1975: what is the first happy memory that comes to mind, recent or otherwise?

My youngest sister is curled up fast asleep next to me.

matte: if you knew that in one year you would die suddenly, would you change anything about the way you are now living?

I’d probably be a lot warmer to people. I’d spend a lot more time with people that I care about.

black nail polish: do you have a bucket list? if so, what are the top three things?

Not really to be honest.

pantone: describe a person close to your life in detail.

Well, she’s got pretty curly hair, and the prettiest blue eyes you’ve ever seen. She’s likes to draw and she’s very good at it. She got me more involved in art and drawing. She started the playing the trumpet and has been in love with it ever since. She marches and looks like a boss ass bitch doing it. Music is her passion, but loves learning about how we as humans think and express emotion. She’s lovable and the bestest friend a person could ever ask for. Even though our interests differ a little more now than they did when we first met, she’s been by my side through eleven years of nonsense, heartbreak, and absolute fuckery.

She’s my best friend in the whole wide world and I love her to bits.

moodboard: do you feel you had a happy childhood?

My childhood was decent enough.

stars: when did you last cry in front of another person?

Huh....this had to be sometime last week. I didn’t cry this time talking with my counselor.

plants: pick a person to stargaze with you and explain why you picked them.

Neil Degrasse Tyson so he could tell me all about the cosmos and the different stars.

converse: would you ever have a deep conversation with a stranger and open up to them?

I dunno....like it’d depend on the situation. I’ve had conversations with strangers, but never very deep ones, unless they’ve come forward to talk to me about a really personal situation. 

lace: when was your last 3am conversation with someone, and who were they to you?

Either you or Beth, I can’t remember.

handwriting: if you were about to die, and you could only say one more sentence to one person, what would you say and to whom?

I’d tell my mom that I love her and to tell her to tell the others I love them too.

cactus: what is your opinion on brown eyes?

Well I like them, but that might be because I have them myself. :P

sunrise: pick a quote and describe what it means to you personally.

“Healing doesn’t mean the damage never existed. It means the damage no longer controls our lives.” I’ve had my fair share of hurt and setbacks, but now I’m working to make myself better and working to move past it. I’m acknowledging that things have happened to me that can never be undone, but that doesn’t mean other people’s selfishness or my own mistakes have to control who I am right now.

oil paints: what would you title the autobiography of your life so far?

Whelp, Look at This Absolute Fuckery.

overalls: what would you do with one billion dollars?

Pay my student loans...all my student loans because I’m still only in my undergrad and I’ll at least need a Masters or PhD.

combat boots: are you a very forgiving person? do you like being this way?

No, I’m not always forgiving. I’ve tried to be better about it, but there are still situations in which I find it hard to forgive.

winged eyeliner: write a hundred word letter to your twelve year old self.

Whelp kiddo, lemme teach you some things. Anyone who says they’d kill themselves without you is not your friend. YOU are NOT responsible for the happiness of the whole damn world. You need to take care of yourself and stop worrying so much about other people.You’ll have to break some hearts, but baby, it’s gonna be for the best. You’re gonna have people who don’t like you, but FUCK them. You’re not doing anything wrong, people can be cruel when you tell them things they don’t like.

pastel: would you describe yourself as more punk or pastel?

Ugh...I’d like to say punk, but probably more like pastel. I do like soft colors and that kind of aesthetic.

tattoos: how do you feel about tattoos and piercings? explain.

I like them. I’m actually thinking about getting a tattoo soon, but I’m still deciding on an artist. I won’t ever get my ears pierced again though. I learned the hard way I can only wear surgical steel earrings....*shudders* never again.

piercings: do you wear a lot of makeup? why/why not?

Meh, I wouldn’t say a lot of makeup. I usually only wear it to events, on holidays, and occasionally for work, but I definitely wear it more than I used to.

bands: talk about a song/band/lyric that has affected your life in some way.

Metallica was my childhood, so I guess I’ll go with them. My dad’s loved them since they started making music and we’d always listen to it together. We don’t do it so much now that we’re both adults with responsibilities, but sometimes we still have time to listen to it together.

messy bun: the world is listening. pick one sentence you would tell them.

JUST BE FUCKING NICE TO EACH OTHER,POWERFUL BEINGS ABOVE.

cry baby: list the concerts you have been to and talk about how they make you feel.

Carnival of Madness....I wanna say it was 2012- This was the first concert I went to. It was my sixteenth birthday present. My dad took me and I’d never felt so amazed and excited. One of the newer bands actually signed some CDs and sold them, so I go to meet one of the members of a band called New Medicine. I also got to watch Amy Lee perform, and she was my singing idol as a child.It was pretty amazing, even if I was anxious because of the large crowd and tight groups of people. 

Carnival of Madness 2016 was about one of the only GOOD things to happen that year. That was my sister’s first concert. It was AMAZING. All the bands were wonderful. Hats off to Whiskey Meyer because I’ve never seen anyone rock out to a cowbell, but man, they did. Halestorm was amazing as always....AND SHINEDOWN WAS FUCKING FANTASTIC. They were amazing and omg I fell in love with the music all over again is was great.

grunge: who in the world would you most like to receive a letter from and what would you want it to say?

.....you know I don’t really know. 

space: do you have a desk/workspace and how is it organised/not organised?

I have a desk, and I finally cleaned it.

white bed sheets: what is your night time routine?

Lol, don’t really have one.

old books: what’s one thing you don’t want your parents to know?

The reason I didn’t want to drive is because at that time I was so suicidal all I could do is imagine driving the car into a wall or something else that would end me quick.

beaches: if you had to dye your hair how would you dye/style it and why?

I wanna dye my hair purple again, I’ve just been too lazy to do it.

eyes: pick five people to go on an excursion with you. who would you pick and where would you go/what would you do?

I dunno...I’d definitely take my best friend, but lately I’ve had some....issues with friends....so I’m not sure who’s my friend right now and who is.

11:11: name three wishes and why you wish for them.

Nah, this one’s gonna get dark.

painting: what is the best halloween costume you have ever put together? if none, make one up.

I was Wednesday Addams for Halloween last year. I spray painted my hair black and wore it in braids. Everyone at the costume party knew immediately who I was just by looking at me. :)

lightning: what’s the worst thing you’ve ever done while drunk or high?

I’ve never been drunk or high so nothing I suppose.

thunder: what’s one thing you would never do for one million dollars?

Murder

storms: you on only listen to one song for the rest of your life, or only see one person for the rest of your life. which and why?

As painful as this is- one song. Because you can mute a song....but you can’t replace people.

love: have you ever fallen in love? describe what it feels like to realise you’re in love.

Oooooooh boy.....yeah I’ve thought I was, but I don’t think I really was. Or maybe I was with one person.

I just realized I felt completely comfortable with this person. When this person was upset, I wanted nothing more than to fix whatever was going on. I was just happy being friends with that person....and I wanted them to be very happy, even if it wasn’t with me. It was fucking agony and pain and it made my heart hurt....but hey...isn’t love supposed to make you feel something?

clouds: if you’re a boy, would you ever rock black nail polish? if you’re a girl, would you ever rock really really short hair?

One word- cowlicks

So no short hair for this girl. 

coffee: what’s your starbucks order, and who would you trust to order for you, if anyone?

Eh,  it varies. I usually get some sort of frappachino. My mom knows me pretty well, so she’ll occasionally get me some when she gets hers.

marble: what is the most important thing to you in your life right now?

That would still be my family.

[ladyakahiko]

Once again I find myself up late on a moonlit night, overthinking my life...

Things are going well for me, but I’m utterly exhausted.  I want to put more energy into exercise and improving myself physically, but at the end of the day I am absolutely spent.  Am I lacking in some vitamin or mineral?  Or were those moronic Japanese doctors right and my problem is simply that I’m too heavy?  I really try not to let that get to me and be body positive, but that is so extremely difficult to do when you’re the giant American girl living in the land of tiny Japanese people.  

Instead I’m really making an effort to focus more on the other positive changes that I’ve been making in my life.  I’ve been cooking more lately (well, in an effort to be healthier after the doctor gave me a diet plan) and that’s made me feel emotionally better.  The simple act of cooking and taking care of myself has been quite zen.  I just need to add the other layers, piece by piece.  I’m doing a better job of keeping my kitchen sink dish-free (it’s not at the moment but I’m planning to do a big cleaning day tomorrow before the Magome lantern festival).  I’m also keeping my daily essentials better stocked.  Next comes actually putting my fucking laundry away instead of throwing clean shit into a pile in front of my closet, and in general just keeping my apartment in a cleaner state.  I love entertaining people and I really want to have people over more often.

That’s kind of a good segue into the next thing that’s on my mind--people.  Love and romance.  I’m crushing so hard, and I just know I’ve got it bad for this guy.  His name pops up on my phone and my heart jumps through my chest.  I’m planning what I’ll wear the next time I see him, and plotting things I can say to tip him off that I’m into him without being overbearingly obnoxious.  Somehow I think saying “oh hey when I drove two hours north last week it totally wasn’t random at all, I was just hoping that maybe on the off chance I would get to see you” would scare the dude off.  Maybe I’ll ask him to dinner or to one of my upcoming shows or something.  Definitely has to be done face to face, because online messages are pretty fucking cowardly.  Yet I used that medium when I was in Takayama... FUCK.  Why am I so awkward and bad at thissssss?!??!

Anyway.  Topic change.

My performing life is going really well.  I got asked to do guest vocals at a show next week, and then my band’s regular show is the week after that.  I’ll also be singing at graduation, and doing a small dance in the 3rd year students’ farewell video.  A few nights ago at one of the local live houses I joined in on “Johnny B. Goode” with a different band and they said they want to perform with me again.  I just hope I can juggle it all, because rehearsals for the play in Nagoya are going to rev up come March.  Granted, my character doesn’t speak much so maybe my rehearsal time will be somewhat sparse in the first few months.  

Even if I am busy though, it will be busy doing things that I love.  Performing, acting, creating, making music and entertaining.  These things are so much more fulfilling to me than that RPA bullshit... only a little over a month and I’m doneeeeee weeeeeeeeee.

...though part of me worries that no matter who my successor is, I’ll be rolling my eyes at them when I feel like they’re fucking up and think that I would do a better job because I’m a competitive little shit like that.  I really need to keep myself in check and know my limits and not strain myself.  There were a few times this past year when I could barely keep myself afloat (just ask my counselor about my stress levels...)

My curry better be done cooking... yes, I’m cooking curry at 2am... I AM A RESPONSIBLE ADULT WHO CONTRIBUTES POSITIVELY TO SOCIETY GODDAMN IT.