#oks-broderick

[dexrry]

“When stressed, draw men in dresses”

a wise man once say…

yes, this is a redraw cuz the last one was pretty ass.

Wdym he doesn’t wear this to sleep

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Oneironaut (Interlude Arthur)

The colors of deep space unfurled all around them. Green with the far-distant slow curl of ionized gas clouds. Blue were the nebulae filled with massive stars spinning idly at their feet. Soft gold and red, the halo reflected of older galaxies drifting in the background.

The surcoat of the man standing before them matched those latter shades, silvery stars caught within the crystalline depths of armor that idly shifted on a spectral breeze.

The recently regained memory of Camelot pricked at the back of their mind, newly excavated and smarting like a freshly disturbed scrape.

MC stared down at their hands. The ones that'd borne the bier carrying the Pair Bywyd. They still had them both, unlike Bedivere, who—

Something rumbled silently in the distance, more pressure than sound.

Something darker than the black void between the stars was once more creeping in from the edges of the heavens. Their current companion seemed unsurprised, even as he tilted a red-gold head to glance back from where they'd come.

"We dare not linger any longer," Arthur Pendragon spoke above their protests of how they'd only been here for a few short moments.

A few scant heartbeats. Only a few small words exchanged between the two of them.

"Tis always most dangerous at the Edge, where other things besides Dreamers linger. Retreat to the safety of your own normal slumber. Or awaken instead, if such should suit you, and think upon the implications of what you just witnessed."

And after saying such, the once High King reached forward, both physically and otherwise, as a jolt of awareness pressed against the back of MC's mind, a light shove to more easily send them on their way. "I shall lead them astray to—"

That was Arthur's mistake. That was MC's chance. And so, as the newly budding dreamwalker also reached forward with phantasmal fingers, with mind intent, with will as sharp as a white-burning blade, as they wrapped both hands around the king's gauntleted wrist.

The stars rushed past in a blur of rainbow-reflected hues as something roared in the distance like the collapse of a high-rise wreathed in flames.

And the winning drabble for April is "Arthur and Dreamwalker MC visit Broderick's dreams together" at 2211 words.

Finally, a normal dream. Somewhat. With a bit of a more serious business MC, who has reasons why they're lingering in the dreamworld with Arthur. Thankfully, for Broderick's sake, his socks are safe this time.

Available on the "Rider Groupies of the Apocalypse" and higher tiers of my Patreon for a while now.

[dexrry]

Based of a comment in the oks patreon…🤔

also they asked me to submit this as a fanwork soooo @oneknightstand-if 🤔🧐 uh hope u like it?🥹

Broderick and Xe descending down to the Merlin Dungeon while Adrian desperately tries to pull Xe away from the door.

Anyone wonder what would happen if uh in a threesome, Merlin is seen as diff genders by the other two… what would happen then….

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So, theoretically, how would a three-way work with Merlin if everyone sees them as whatever they consider the most attractive? Like for example, if it was Merlin, Bro and MC - Broderick sees them as a very shapely woman, but maybe MC sees a huge, beefy dude..

Merlin and their actions look fine to everyone else, but what everyone else is doing certainly seems strange. Why does MC keep looking up above where Merlin's head looks to be? What exactly is Broderick thrusting into, that angle looks a little strange...?

Merlin: ヾ(✿ ￣ヮ￣)ツ And this is why incubi seldom indulge in orgies until they are strong enough to hold a singular shape. Which is 'never' for most of them.

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Love Triangle - Interlude Broderick

He sat at the tiny, cramped dinette booth, sipping at a mug of coffee that was closer to burnt motor oil in taste than to anything else that was supposedly potable. It wouldn't even be a surprise if it was actually motor oil, considering some of the fruit loops on this vehicle.

That was definitely the source of the bitter taste in his mouth as he watched MC and Adrian industriously bustling around the minuscule kitchenette a few mere steps away from him.

The way that they kept bumping into each other, shoulder to shoulder, arms crossing, hands briefly brushing as Adrian reached for that utensil or MC reached for this pot. Even now, the former was slinging a protective arm around the waist of the latter as MC skittered a bit, off balance as the RV bumped over some shitty pothole that their taxes should've paid to pave over long before then.

He swallowed hard and sat back down in the booth.

Not that he'd automatically been halfway to his feet upon seeing MC in danger of falling, of course. He hadn't been paying all that much attention. And even if he was, it's simple common sense to intervene in such a circumstance, right? No use having someone smear their brains on the vinyl flooring during a trip like this.

And why was Adrian's arm still lingering there?!

And the second co-winner of April's drabble poll is "Broderick is jealous of Adrian (Both crushing on MC)". Now available on the "Rider Groupies of the Apocalypse" and higher tiers of my Patreon.

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@kiwumini replied to your post “Uhhh What would the ros reaction be to a very thin...”:

​Broderick, who's potentially the tallest Harbinger on the RV (depending on what you're imagining for Merlin & the Tall MC) being the dwarf here is somewhat hilarious.

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as someone who loves playing cuckoo mc with a crush on adrian, the latest update got me very excited and into my mc soulmates route! percy was so funny and sweet with cuckoo mc

Meanwhile, Broderick...

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Cuckoo My Love (Interlude Broderick)

He awoke with a choke and a wheeze. Which was only to be expected considering the fuzzy mask currently wrapped around his face. Spluttering and coughing, he ripped the furry rodent off his nose and mouth and tossed it across the king bed, where it bounced several times in squeaking protest.

Was that a fucking rat?!

The squirrel that'd been nestled in his hair literally flew off like a bat out of hell, taking refuge in one of the overhead cupboards. That was a squirrel, right, and not an actual bat? Because right about now, he wouldn't even be fucking surprised as he glanced down to see a mouse that'd been using his right hand as a nest, struggling to escape from beneath his newly awakened fingers.

It promptly shed its outer skin and fur like a snake and skittered away, half the mouse it used to be.

"WHAT THE EVER-LOVING FUCKITY FUCK—?!" he eloquently shrieked at the top of his lungs, flinging the handful of discarded skin away from him.

Something dark zoomed out of the left-side clothing cabinet — his motherfucking clothing cabinet! — and snatched it up mid-flight.

He suspected that wasn't the flying squirrel right then.

"That's just rude," his current roommate, nothing but a blur of black and blue through his teary gaze, reprimanded. Him? The whatever it was that just gobbled up a significant portion of the previous mouse's torso without so much as a 'by your leave'? Maybe the rodents who'd been trying to unknowingly suffocate him in his sleep?

He staggered out of bed, both nose and eyes streaming. His allergies with rodent dander didn't seem to be anywhere near as bad as with cats, but that didn't mean they could safely use his face as a lap pillow throughout the night.

He'd been suspicious for good reason. He knew it was an offer too good to be true — MC agreeing to switch sleeping arrangements with him. The 'luxurious' master bedroom with by far the best bed in the whole RV, in exchange for the shitty dinette sleeper with its lumpy cushions and tiny dimensions that left his feet dangling over the edge.

Now, he wasn't so sure if he came out the winner in that particular bargain or not.

And much to Broderick's burgeoning angst and rage, winning the duel to the death versus the 'Changeling MC meeting a member of the Seelie Court' suggestion, is the runner-up drabble for November -- "Broderick, to his horror, realizing he’s developed feelings for cuckoolander MC" at 1798 words. Guest starring Percy and the Non-Pocket Menagerie!

Broderick wishes all of you squirrel cupids and rat facial masks as well.

Broderick: ( ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡/(.□ . \)

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