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SEND ME VINES FOR A COMPILATION ANIMATIC :D
I have no idea what character I’ll use, so if you have a preference, let me know!
I’m making it stick to the Keep Them Safe universe, fyi.
@whatwashernameagain @phlying-squirrel (because I dunno who else likes KTS?)
We’re pretending I know how to draw flames and backgrounds, and, well, just art in general. Mkaaaaaaaaaaay?
Have a fiery boy.
I finally made finished these damn icons for my gallery.
Now to update the rest.
Featuring Corrupt!Redmond off to the side!
The twins be at it. Based on that one Avatar gifset.
KTS Character Study: Redmond Drop
I’ve been really wanting to talk about the characters, and work has been kicking my ass, so I have had the energy to finish the next chapter of KTS, so have a character studies instead.
Redmond seems to be a fan favorite! :D So let’s do him first, shall we?
Raised by two entirely different sides of the family.
His mom’s side is German
His father’s side is Hispanic
Parents aren’t divorced but live in separate homes to take care of THEIR parents/grandparents
As a result the five siblings went back and forth between the houses
Redmond is fluent in both Spanish and German because of this
He also knows Norwegian, Japanese, and French
(he may have learned those independently just to spite others)
Became a stripper to pay for his medical schooling
His brother still teases him about it
So Redmond teases him for becoming a teacher
Fun fact: Rhys is Danny’s teacher
Redmond is shook
He has a burn scar on his chest from a careless night with fireworks
Has a very bitter outlook on the world
Has no problem standing up for others, but struggles to do so for himself
As is evident by his two year abusive relationship with his ex
Knows more about Patton’s situation than he lets on
Is overly protective of the patissier
Plays dumb tho, for Pat’s sake
Is about ready to beat the ever-living SHIT out of Trevor
With a smile on his face
I’m sure he’d form a team with Virgil to do so
He has ideas to expand the cafe but is too shy to bring them up to Patton
Secretly wishes Danny was his kid
Has a Golden Retriever that is currently with his sister Gina.
Lemme know who you wanna see next! :D There’s Oliver, Danny, Dexter, Rhys, Lyana, and Tina
Tags: @whatwashernameagain
A Danny and Redmond fusion! I got a new tablet and in testing out I haven’t used in ages.
@whatwashernameagain
Keep Them Safe (KHS Fanfic)
It’s no secret how much I love “Keep Him Safe”, as the little snippet from yesterday should tell you guys XD BUT MY IDEAS KEPT COMING SO please suffer through my writing as I write a fanfic of a fanfic.
The original fanfic belongs to @whatwashernameagain and you can find it here: https://whatwashernameagain.tumblr.com/post/169656441737/my-first-story-oh-my-keep-him-safe
Summary:
Oliver Frey is a single father who works as a detective, alongside his close friend Dexter Knowles. He's content with the life he's built, but he still feels like something is missing. But thanks to fellow colleague Logan Sanders, he's been able to relax at a new cafe that had just recently open. That is until one day, when his childhood friend shows up looking for a job, causing Oliver's heart race and a thought of mending a broken friendship.
Redmond Drop is a down on his luck barista who is struggling to make a living. Luck just never seems to go his way, which becomes apparent when his coffee shop is torn down in favor of an apartment complex, his fiance leaves for Europe, and he gets kicked out of his apartment. In just one week. Hoping that his skill and passion for coffee lands him a job, he decides to apply at a local cafe/bakery. Much to his horror, however, he finds someone who he admittedly hoped to never see again.
Warnings:
None at the moment <3
Chapter Two
Chapter One (AO3 Link)
Blue and silver eyes opened up slowly under the harsh glare of morning sunlight. He wasn't a morning person in the slightest, and usually had a glaring contest with the sun. Today, however, the showdown between the fiery rays and himself was interrupted as a small blur burst into the room, launching itself off of the floor and promptly landing on the man's chest.
Even though he still wasn't awake he managed to slow the object's momentum just enough to stop any serious damage, although he'd still have some bruising. Squinting past the bright light, he was pleased to see the ray of sunshine in his life.
"Papa!" his son squealed, tackling the already pinned man in a tight hug. Huffing slightly with laughter, Virgil sat up, gently setting the boy on his lap, smiling warmly. He yawned, bringing his hands up to speak. "Did you sleep well, love?" he signed, getting an enthusiastic nod and an added "Aunt Rose is here! She's making breakfast for us, and they're your favorite!"
"Blueberry pancakes?" Virgil's face was hopeful. His younger sister made the best blueberry pancakes, and she was a constant in their lives since his wife had passed. His son, Danny, let a grin split across his face, nodding again. "Yep!" he exclaimed. "I also got your costume today. Today is Papa's lazy day!" Danny jumped off the bed and grabbed a pile of clothes. Being as small as he was, he couldn't see where he was going, and nearly tripped before his father caught him. Virgil signed thank you, grateful to be looked after by such a loving family. "I'll be down in a few," he gestured. "Make sure you clear out the kitchen of the monsters." The last part was added with a twinkle in his eyes.
Danny loved to imagine himself as a prince these days, no thanks to a certain co-worker of his, and would often slay the dreaded monsters that oh so terrified his dad, to protect the "king" from harm. The youngster darted from the room, yelling something about honor while a raspy chuckle escaped the older male's throat.
While he couldn't speak, he was able to make some noise. Some being the keyword, as most of the sounds he made consisted of grunts, huffs, snarls, and growls. His laughing could be described as someone struggling to breath. He didn't mind it so much anymore. It was still frustrating for him to try and explain things in-depth, or get someone's attention, but he didn't hate his inability to speak like he used. Virgil was born mute. He had been told from an early age there was no chance for recovery, so he didn't even try, shrugging every time a doctor came up with some fancy new process, because the way he saw it, he wasn't taking the chance with something that could potentially harm him further.
His eyes wandered over to the tall mirror leaning against the wall, examining himself and letting a small smile grace his lips. He had more muscle than before, something he had used to pride himself on before he had hit his depressive episode. Virgil now had an lithe, tall frame. His clothes normally portrayed him as just some lanky guy who never ate, but he took good care of himself these days. Straightening up, he laid out the clothes on his bed.
As always, his son had an eye for fashion. Today's outfit was a light pink dress shirt with the sleeves already rolled, his favorite pair of comfy, dark blue jeans, a tie with constellations on it, and, of course, his usual dark grey, sleeveless hoodie. He let his eyes wander down further, and rolled his eyes. Bright, mismatched socks; neon pink and a highlighter yellow. He got dressed, again marveling at how well Danny assembled the outfit. I find more ways he's like his mother everyday, Virgil thought. He slipped on his worn purple sneakers and headed to the kitchen, the sweet scent of blueberries making him walk even faster.
His sister heard him coming before he had even entered the kitchen. Lyana, or Rose, as she'd been known as for the past six years, took one glance at her brother's red disheveled hair and sighed, handing him the brush she always kept in the kitchen. "Brush your hair, you imbecile. I can handle your usual look, but this? This is nonsense. You look like you just got into a fight with a squirrel and it won." Virgil silently mocked her as he attempted to untangle his hair, eventually brushing it into something a little more manageable and tying it back. He had grown his hair out a bit, but he still had the long bangs covering one of his eyes, and the two tufts of hair that never wanted to stay down. His wife used to call him a devil because of it, and the memory caused him to smile. A smile that dropped once he looked at the time.
Shit, he thought, but before he could think of anything else, Rose placed a couple of boxes in his hands. "I knew you'd wake up late, so I already prepped breakfast for you guys." Virgil raised an eyebrow at her statement, which made her thrust a mug of coffee at him. "Dexter, you idiot. Now go, get to work. Danny and I have plans to go to the park to slay some dragons." She then spun around, her long dark brown ponytail hitting him in the face. He scowled at her, but it lacked anything negative towards her. It was more of him saying 'fuck you' to her, since he knew she had done it on purpose, and his hands were full.
Checking to make sure he had his wallet, keys, and phone, he headed down the stairs of his apartment building, juggling breakfast and his coffee. He nearly tripped over himself, which resulted in a loud bellow of laughter off to the side. If looks could kill, Virgil was sure that his partner would have been dead years ago.
The large man chuckled, his wild midnight blue hair sticking out in multiple directions. If Rose had thought his hair was uncontrollable, then he hated to think of what rant she would scream about Dexter's hair. His best friend didn't make fun of his little stumble any longer though, because his eyes settled on the boxes.
"Blueberry pancakes?" he whispered hopefully, and when Virgil nodded, he picked up the small redhead and swung him around, much to Virgil's dismay. He let out one of his signature snarls, his look demanding to be put down. He wasn't so lucky, however, when Dexter just shook his head and threw Virgil over his shoulder. "No such luck, Pipsqueak! My car didn't start and I don't want your pretty little feet to suffer." The quiet one out of the two huffed, the irritation clear. He swore he was going to deck Roman once they got to the precinct. He already dealt with that Prince on a regular basis, and now his son, he did not need to deal his partner and best friend being all chivalrous as well.
Title prompt- "Go home, Mother Nature, you're drunk!"
Title: Go Home Nature, You’re Drunk! (A Crowfield fic)
Summary: For as long as he could remember, he’d only been able to control fire. It was his given power as a witch. Now, in just one day, Redmond has successfully grown a garden, caused a thunderstorm, and destroyed one of the far labs by turning it into a mountain. He wasn’t acting like himself at all. Unbeknownst to the others, their homeworld witches were also dealing with the same problem. What on Earth was going on?
*high fives self because look at that pun*
