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The very chaotic story of kindness, family, and finding the place where you are loved. - A selective indie multimuse rp writing blog. Penned with love by Alley. Mun is 29 years old. She/Her. Please read my rules.
Vampire Lana will snuggle close. She just likes snuggles (as she does in any verse), but also nuzzling close to someone's neck while being held brings her comfort and soothes her. Not just from being close and held, but also for being able to hear the blood pumping and being close to the neck is just something she's naturally drawn to. All vampire kids are drawn to the necks and wrists of their caregivers. Do with this info as you will.
// The tumblr app keeps trying to break on me and just not load. Cool. Cool. I think I got it going good now after I cleared the cache and data and logged back in. It was a whole thing. Waking up to that after a random as dream of tumblr not existing was an interesting way to start my day. Reminds me that hey mutuals feel free to add me on discord! I don't rp there but love to gush about the muses and send cat pics and we can stay in contact even if something ever happens to tumblr or one of our accounts or something. So yeah if you wanna you can add me: alleymarie
@madcg some fans really out here understanding the assignment I'm—
I found this and now I'm a lot of things for a lot of reasons.
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// Working on random little details and bits and bobs abd this and that's themed to the kiddo muses schooling. And y'all know me. It's not just headcanons it's random things I create as well. Back to school outfits, lunch menus, school paperwork. All the things. So help all of us when I post it all.
@madcg oh look its Lana and her Dad
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"Tomorrow's the last day of camp and I'm super sad about that but I'm also excited! Because families can come and we're gonna have so much fun! There's gonna be a talent show and arts and crafts, and a camp out with an extra big cook out and Daddy's letting me stay the night for once! In a real tent! You'll be there, right Dad?"
"We're gonna miss this." / for mister hank anderson !! 🥺😭 <3
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The evening was one of those perfect ones. A slight breeze; it couldn't be more than 78 or so degrees, and the temperature quickly dropped with the setting sun. Hank and Majima were sitting on the porch of the cabin as the kids played and dinner cooked.
He took a sip of lemonade as he watched the kids playing along the edge of the lake, one last cabin weekend before school started back up and another fall rolled around. The cycle of life, the truth in it all: inevitably, another season always comes.
Lana, Cole, Mayson, and Noah too all played happily, going between themselves and playing together. All covered in muck and not a care in the world. Every so often, one of the kids, mostly Lana or Noah, rushed over, excited to show them some 'treasure' they found in the sand/dirt of the lakeshore.
Coins, rocks, shells, broken glass smoothed over by weathering and time. Each kid has a mesh satchel slung over their shoulder to keep their finds in. Lana had a small pile of trash beside her as well, to be brought back up to the cabin and properly disposed of. Who littered out here was beyond Hank. Maybe the wind took things from picnickers, or it was from the rowdy vacation rental guests the people got. It certainly wasn't any of the Andersons.
All in all, it was a relaxing evening, a rare blessing of wonderful temperature, content kids, and no responsibilities. Yeah, it's something to be soaked in and enjoyed
And yet... "Easy to say right now that nobody is screaming their head off or fighting."
Because with three to four kids around here at any time, all under 12, there was always chaos and commotion going on. And while the kids got along with one another well enough, they were still just children. They got into arguments and squabbles just like any other siblings. The boys in particular were hitting an age where relationships with younger siblings could be volatile... and it showed. Yeah. It was hard to see it sometimes while going through the center of the storm, although Hank knew deep down Majima was right. He just didn't want to admit it. That would just be sad, wouldn't it? Thinking of the future where this was gone?
But... Someday this lakehouse (and their regular residence) would be quiet for good, and Hank would miss it. The best to hope for would be laughter and noise of a busy home returning for holidays...
But really now, when was the last time Hank had the house to himself (if ever?) Before Cole, Mayson, and Lana came along, Hank had his three eldest to raise. It seemed like a completely different lifetime ago that all he had were the three boys. Connor, Carter, Niles. Two nine-year-olds and a 7-year-old. All grown now, 28 and 26. One a Dad himself to two little ones.
And while certainly no one plans for such a large age gap between their oldest and youngest child, Hank enjoyed the last twenty-plus years of cacophony. He missed the days when the eldest three were this little sometimes but was also usually too busy with the 'next set' to look back or even ahead. He was just trying to get through the day. Day by day. Fuck, sometimes it was moment to moment. He still had a long road ahead before an empty nest. But it wasn't lost on him either, the mirror his current life presented: what with him raising two 10-year-olds and an 8-year-old again. It was a rather interesting circumstance.
He used to bring his oldest three out to the lake along with their small group of friends he brought under his wing. Those kids might as well have been his own. And now he had to admit Noah had also found a place in his heart and home. Another one to watch grow and eventually let go.
If the days of raising Connor, Carter, and Niles seemed a lifetime ago, then not having any kids at all might as well have been another world. Was it easier for Majima to see it (and feel it) when that kind of life, as far as Hank had gauged from the other man, was still relatively recent? To be in a place where you couldn't imagine things any other way now that you had it, yet were also aware of the inevitable? Ah, hell, maybe Hank was thinking about it too damn hard. But once you got him going, it was a slippery road to bring him back.
He watched as Mayson grabbed a shovel out of Lana's hands by force, but instead of whining, she simply pushed him and took it back. Okay. Well, that situation resolved itself.
"Yeah. Alright. We are gonna miss this, for fucking sure... So better take it in while you still can. Life moves fast..." something Hank knew they were both all too familiar with...
Got to sit outside for a while and saw a good sunset. Relaxed for a while until the mosquitoes found me then I called it a night and went in!
Also
Different cat then I saw yesterday.
Also doesn't understand that it can have a good home here. Rather chew on my plants than listen to me about getting adopted.
// Today's been rough been feeling sick and napping. A bowl of Cheerios at 6:30pm really sums up my day. But they were pumpkin Cheerios and they were good and I'm not in pain anymore for rn at least so that's all a win
Mayson and Lana type of stuff I tell you—
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All those things that they say is harder on the parents than the kids. That's going to be Maji with lil Lana. Like teething. Ah. It's gonna break his heart as she cries and fusses from cutting gums isn't it? And letting her go on the first day of school? She just runs off all on her own, so big and independent but still so little.
Also think about... All the ups and downs of life, of parenthood, the passage of time. The mundane. The chaotic. The big deals. The small things. First cold, teething, first word, first steps, first birthday and all her birthdays, potty training, first day of school, learning to ride a bike. The scrapes and bumps and bruises. Bad dreams (and night terrors), the nightmares that seems a little too familiar like uh oh why is she having dreams about having her eye stabbed out. the bedwetting. The cuddles and snuggles. Baby Lana sleeping against his chest (And even as she gets bigger she sleeps against him), carrying her around as a baby and then hand in hand as she gets bigger. Always everywhere together. The matching outfits. The matching pjs and pajama parties. Little questions, a lot of questions. Big questions. Curiosity. This and that. Just. All the things. All the moments.
She's going to throw her Dad through so many hoops and loops and unintentional trials with her antics and questions. Cut to her on a random Tuesday morning when she's like five years old asking where babies come from not realizing what she's putting Dad through as he's just trying to get breakfast ready 💀
Can also only imagine how many times the school is going to have to call Majima because of something this girl has done. "But maybe thats their problem not mine" Lana might be onto something...
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Met a cat this evening. I tried telling her that my home could be her home but she was uninterested in adoption and living in a house. Someday child, I'll capture you and we'll both be happy.
@madcg today is apparently Son and Daughter day. Time to celebrate all the kiddos!!
......And try not to scream as the school calls about Lana for the third time this week and it's only Tuesday. But is anyone surprised? She is her father through and though.
Rain day!!! Ahhh yesss.