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she was a queen with neither crown nor kingdom, the most powerful piece on the board with no moves left to make, so she overturned the table.
l.s. | CHRYSALIS © 2016 (via poemsforpersephone)
@azurenobody
(via tackydragondrake)
Eugene: Being attractive is so inconvenient like how am I supposed to do things if I am constantly surrounded by fans!
Cassandra: Open your mouth. Your personality will drive them away.
@willdefloran Yet you still have so many fans.. They must be deaf.
Qrow: Raven’s at that very special age when a girl has only one thing on her mind.
Summer: Boys?
Raven: Homicide.
(Is Raven @azurenobody ?)
THIS. I saw a post the other day that literally said if you do it to a fictional character, you’ll do it in real life.
No. Just NO.
I’m so glad someone put it into words.
@azurenobody (For RP in general. This. Xp )
Moon Dust
Drake
(School AU Drake) "Hey.. you do realize, that even after all these years, you're still my dad. Right?"
Michael
Michael’s eyes filled with tears at the words, and a few managed to fall as he stepped forward to hug Drake, “And you’ll always be my son.”
Drake
Drake hugged him tight. “Thanks dad.. for everything over the years..” He then grinned. “Does that mean you’ll be excited to meet your grandchild in 7 months?”
Michael
Michael planted his palms on top of Drake’s shoulders and moved him back far enough that he could make eye contact, excitement lighting up his face. “Drake! You’re going to be a father?! Of course I’m excited!” He pulled Drake into his arms again for a crushing hug. “If you ever need any help or advice please feel free to come to me.”
Drake
Drake laughed in delight at how Michael lit up. He hugged him tight. "Yeah.. I'm gonna be a dad. I'll probably need all the help I can get" he said with a laugh. "And thanks so much.. I'm sure I'll need it."
Michael
Michael pulled away to tug a handkerchief out of his pocket and wipe his eyes. “Oh Drake, you’re going to make such a wonderful dad. Have you spoken with Michelle? How is Minera doing, is she excited as well? Do you wish to move to a better home?” For the first time in Drake’s experience Michael was so outwardly excited he began rambling. He was wanting to cover anything and everything that needed to be addressed immediately and didn’t seem to notice himself.
Drake
Drake chuckled a bit. “One at a time, dad” he said, though his smile was wide. “Thanks for being so excited, though. Of course I didn’t tell Michelle yet. I was gonna come to you first. Minera is excited. We’re both just adjusting. And we haven’t decided where we’re moving yet..” He set a hand on Michael’s arm. “And thanks.. I’m gonna try and do everything I can for Minera and the kid.. Most importantly, not getting killed.” He said the dark joke with a bit of a smile, trying to make it light hearted.
Michael
Michael hugged Drake again and held it for a moment longer than normal before pulling away to give him a small smile, “You don’t think you’re still in that kind of trouble still, right? I can fund your move and home if you need to go farther away.” He understood Drake was trying to make the pain lessen with humor, but Michael couldn’t shake those memories enough to find Drake’s jokes funny.
Drake
"Oh you could have at least pretended to laugh" Drake said as he hugged him back. "Yeah, I think I'm out of all that.. We should be safe now. Don't worry." He held him tight for another moment before pulling away enough to show a light smile of appreciation.
A situation where you could be incredibly jealous over someone stealing Minera's attention too often
Drake
A look of annoyance crossed Drake’s features when that particular annoying someone asked for Minera once more. “Actually, we’re kindof talking” he snapped over at them. “Maybe wait until she actually has a minute if it’s nothing pressing?” The person seemed to be trying to pull her away from Drake a lot lately and it was pissing him off quite quickly. He’d just try and make it obvious that he noticed and didn’t appreciate it. But didn’t take it any farther than that just yet.
Will
Drake
Drake was so tense he almost yanked away from Will’s initial touch. He stopped himself, though, and relaxed into the friendly hand. Drake’s entire body was tensed up, as if the kid would try and fight off his emotions. Will’s words had Drake shaking his head. “Yeah, as if thinking of searing someone’s flesh from their bones isn’t maddening” he sapped back, not sure how Will couldn’t see it. He didn’t see how shutting away half of his thoughts was any worse than thinking about the way he massacred innocents so brutally. He failed to realize that he couldn’t shut it away. Trying would only leave those damaging thoughts to fester.
Drake turned away from Will enough to take a few steps, then turn back to take several more. He wasn’t leaving, he just needed to move, so pacing helped. “I don’t see how focusing on all the fucked up shit I’ve done is going to help.. they’re dead. I can’t help them now...” What did they care if they were remembered? They were long gone.
Insult Mala
Drake
Drake considered this question a moment, giving a one shoulder shrug. “She’s so naive, I’m surprised she’s legal.”
Donross accidentally sending Drake a nude.
Drake
Drake blinked in surprise at the sight on his phone. He shook his head, but didn’t bother to quickly look away. He already saw it, after all.
[Text: DR ] Are you trying to come on to me?
A situation if Michael never adopted Drake
Michael
Michael stared at the boy for a moment before speaking, “I’m not calling your guardians, we’re going to have a little talk instead. Please have a seat.” The older man didn’t expect Drake to take one so he continued, “You can’t be receiving all those bruises from the kids you fight, they’re not that strong. And every time I call your fosters you come in the next day, or on the days you do show up, with even darker, fresh marks.” He reached over and placed his desk plate facedown. “There are no cameras in my office, I swear to you,” Michael sat forward to rest his elbows on the desk, “What is going on with all of this, Drake?” His voice was stern yet soft, much like a father’s should be, and full of compassionate concern.
Drake
As soon as a talk was mentioned, Drake rolled his eyes in annoyance, ready to hear a lecture. He was immediately looking like he had a mind to just leave, but he did not. Though as the older man talked, Drake became increasingly tense. “I don’t care about the cameras, why would I tell you?” he asked, going on the offensive, much like he usually did. “You’re just concerned because I’m causing you problems. Look, just expel me” he suggested. “And you act like I only fight at school. I just get these bruises on the streets. That’s all” he lied. At least he was better at that than his sister was. It may not have been convincing, but at least it wasn’t obvious he was lying. “Thanks for pretending to care, but I don’t need it.”
Michael
Michael shook his head, “I am not pretending Drake, I care about all my students, and it seems that you do need someone to take an interest in your life. Look at you, you’re doing well in your studies, but you’re fighting all the time. Why?” His brows were furrowed in confusion and concern as he looked over Drake, “I understand that it’ll be difficult to talk about, and I can’t force anything, but I want you to know that I am here to talk with and you don’t have to lie to me.” He looked up into his eyes to express his sincerity, “I honestly want to help, in anyway that I can.”
Drake
Drake heaved a sigh and moved to plop down into the chair in front of the principal. He was tired and stressed. His body was sore and littered in bruises, though most were hidden by his clothing. And he was mentally exhausted. "Fine" he said as he looked at the other. He might as well. At least then maybe he could go. "Yeah, the bruises mostly aren't from my fights. Most if them are lucky to leave a mark" he bragged a bit. "My foster father beats me on a regular occasion." His tone showed none of the pain there, just frustration and resignation. "But there isn't a fucking thing I can do about it because I can't afford to stress out my sister. Her heart condition could kill her, especially with any added stress. So u deal with it. And you can't turn them in either. Sis couldn't handle that. And they never hurt her." He had let loose and was basically ranting. "I have good grades because maybe one day I can get out of this mess. And the fights? I get paid to teach people lessons. And I need the money for sis. I never do permanent damage." There were a few times he broke bones in fights, but usually he just left them bruised and bloody.
Michael
Drake
Drake had no idea how to react to this. He wasn’t used to encountering such compassion, especially from someone with power. Most people decided to just ignore it, especially at this school. So the boy blinked and looked to Michael, confused and unsure how to respond. So he decided to respond how he was used to responding. With distance.
“Why does it matter to you?” He asked, still tense and unsure. He looked over the other, confused when he saw the genuine concern there. He gave a light sigh. “She has cardiomyopathy.. And she needs a surgery” he gave in, though he was still confused. “She needs meds, too, but I’ve managed to cover those with a regular job..” he decided to explain.
☁ for a drunk confession from my muse to yours
Michael Jr
Michael swayed side to side, trying to focus on Drake, “Wanna know somethin’ weird? Before I thought of you like a brother, I totally thought about asking you for a threesome with Joey and I just to make him happy.” A hiccup cut him off and broke his thought process, “Well, I’m not feeling so hot, g'night.” And he wandered back down the hall back to his room.
Drake
Drake was surprised by that confession, but that didn’t stop his laugh. “Yeah, right. You just wanted a piece of me, too!” he teased. He had been drinking a bit himself. It wasn’t till after his comment that he realized that the other might not have been joking. “Wait.. really!?” He blinked in surprise, following him down the hall to continue the conversation.
Minera
"STOP PRETENDING TO BE OK!" Minera shouted
Drake
“I’m fine!” He snapped back insistently. He was tense, which was subtle but obvious for those who knew what to look for. “Or I will be.. just don’t worry about it..”
Michael
"STOP PRETENDING TO BE OK" Michael Sr.'s booming voice followed after Drake, desperate to be heard over the rumbling of the boy's motorcycle.
Drake
This exclamation made Drake stop in his tracks. He paused a moment before deciding to turn back around. He even killed the engine on his bike as he turned his blue gazed glare back on his adopted father. “Like YOU’RE one to Talk!” he snapped back, arm gesturing out to the older man. His movements were jerky and filled with a tense anger. “You’re CONstantly fucking pretending!” he lashed out, going on the offensive. “You barely take care of yourself, and you’re only so fucking concerned about me because you fucked up with your first son!”
Michael
Michael stood, shocked into momentary silence, tears rushing into his eyes, “No Drake. I care about you because you are my son. Not because of my mistakes with my first son.” He raised a hand to wipe his eyes, “I am taking care of myself, all I pretend to anymore is the media, and that’s to protect my family and your privacy. I’m sorry I didn’t show you that well enough. Will,” he took a deep breath to steady his voice and himself, “you please forgive me for that? If nothing else?”
Drake
Drake's anger cracked and melted away at his words. "Dad..." His tone was gentle now, wavering lightly in pain. "Of course I forgive you.." A sigh fell past his lips. "I meant that you don't sleep enough and stuff like that.." He shook his head as he walked over to him. "I'm sorry... I'll stay.." His gaze was on the floor. "I crossed a line.." He didn't want to talk about it, but he would. He felt like he owed it to him.
Drake
Drake looked to Michael as he stepped over to him. A shy, unsure smile rested on his lips. "Hey.. I just.. well." He shrugged. "Happy father's day, dad.." He pulled a card out from his pocket and handed it over.
Michael
Michael’s eyes twinkled with delight at the thoughtful gesture. “Thank you, Drake.” The large man swept his son into his arms and hugged his close, “You’re such a wonderful son, I’m certain your father would be as proud of you as I am.” He set the young man back down on his feet and placed his hands on his shoulders, “I’m grateful to be your dad.” He pulled his hands away and turned the card over in his, slightly shaking, palms a moment before opening it.
Drake
Drake was initially surprised by the hug, but he gladly wrapped his arms around him. He held onto him till Michael pulled away. He nervously watched the man read the card. The front was decently basic. It had some block colors for decoration and a fancy script that said Happy Father's Day. The inside was blank other than Drake's handwriting. "Dad. You've done so much for me. You've provided health, protection, money, education.. And yet.. those aren't what makes you such a great dad. You've done more than I can describe for me as a person. I love you. Thank you for everything, Dad. Don't know where I'd be without you."
Drake
“Everyone lies, everyone hides things. Nobody makes it through this life being completely honest.”
Will
Will shook his head, strands of red breaking free from the loose tie, “You’re right, I’ll give you that, but I’m still not going to let anyone else know that.” He turned and began walking away, his head tipped forward and down ever so slightly.
Drake
Drake blinked in concern and confusion. He had not expected that answer. He stepped along with him, following the red head. “What do you mean by that..?” he asked, his tone softer now.
