#oc declan

[envihellbender]

Morpheus coming across Envy and Diligence in the human world, Morpheus recognises them immediately but their memories aren’t so endless

Fandom Characters: Morpheus / Dream (The Sandman)

OCs: Declan / Envy, Mathias / Diligence

Morpheus + Mathias / Diligence

“Diligence,” Morpheus said, a pale thin hand grabbing Mathias’ arm. Instead of recognition or any form of greeting, the young man turned to Morpheus with narrowed silver eyes. Mathias jumped and pulled away, pushing Morpheus away from him.

“Who the fuck are you?” Mathias scowled, rubbing the space on his thin arm the stranger just touched.

“Apologies have I-” Morpheus looked Mathias up and down, it was definitely him. The same silver eyes, the tensed, focused demeanour… “You’ve forgotten again. Of course.”

“Who are you?” Mathias repeated, his voice lowered to a hiss.

“An old…” Morpheus hesitated, their relationship was hard to explain to someone unfamiliar with the Dreaming. “An old friend, let’s say.”

“Stop the cryptic bullshit. What’s your name and how do I fucking know you?”

“You knew me when you were Diligence. Let me show you…” Morpheus reached out and stroked his fingers across Mathias’s right cheekbone, before he could flinch or pull away there was a series of visions and emotions flooding Mathias’ body and mind. Panic. A gargoyle. Peace. A flock of birds. Determination. A man with teeth for eyes. Power. An army at his finger tips. It kept going, for a few seconds Mathias had more knowledge than his body could hold. Suddenly, it went away, with a few lingering bruises laments remaining.

“Your Dream. Morpheus,” Mathias said, his voice shaking. “I… I came from…” He let out a frustrated groan as his head grew empty. “Fuck. I can’t remember. I can’t remember now. It’s gone. Why give me everything just to take it away?”

“I just needed you to remember me. Giving you too much would interfere with Destiny’s plan. If there is one.”

“Why? What do you want from me?”

“I understand you would never come home-”

“I am home. I’m not going back to fucking Den-”

“That isn’t what I meant,” Morpheus interrupted. “Your original home. Where you were created.”

“Erm… excuse me?”

“The one you share your new home with. The resident of Desire’s realm.”

“What the fuck do you- wait, Declan? Declan isn’t- who is Desire?”

“Envy. That is- you are always connected and infatuated with Envy. I assume Declan is his current incarnation’s name.”

“What do you want with him?” Mathias asked as his shoulders tensed.

“I simply wish to ask for some questions about Desire. Somehow, they entered my realm without me knowing. Perhaps your little… friend is responsible.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Mathias said, rubbing his temples with his fingers.

“Take me to Envy.”

“You mean Declan, right? No. Not happening.”

“Fine, well, if you won’t take me to him… I will find my own way there,” Morpheus mused. Before Mathias could respond, Morpheus disappeared and instead Mathias frantically looked from left to right. He groaned in irritation, he had left with more questions than answers but he knew one thing for sure - he had to get to Declan. Now.

Morpheus + Declan / Envy

“Envy. It’s been awhile.”

“Who- who are you? How did you- how did you get in here? How did you- fuck-”

“You have always been prone to anxiety Envy, I suppose this current incarnation doesn’t help matters.”

“Who are you?” Declan pressed, not even attempting to process what the stranger was trying to communicate to him. He wrapped his pale arms around his chubfby body and began to rock back and forth.

“Mm. You are the same as Diligence. You don’t remember.” Morpheus looked around the apartment, full of technology and figurines that were alien to him after being gone from humanity for a century. He knew however that this was Envy’s entire world, it was filled with fear of the outside. “Desire has always been far too cruel to their creations.”

“What… what are you talking about?” Declan stared at the strange figure with narrowed eyes, his breathing shallow and sometimes stopping entirely.

“Mm. It seems Desire was happy to abandon you. I wonder why.”

“Okay. So,” Declan started his breathing calmed. “You’re a hallucination. A strangely real and different hallucination.” He turned away from Morpheus who in pity rested a hand on Declan’s shoulder. When he did Morpheus felt immense power and intelligence, but it was trapped in such an anxious and weak body. Declan stiffened and sat up as knowledge of Dream and Desire filled his mind. He was far calmer about it than expected. He simply turned round on his chair and closed his eyes, he seemed perturbed when the majority of the knowledge left him… but relaxed, and there was a certain confidence and power in his sharp green eyes.

“Oh. Okay,” he said with a shrug. “Your Dream and you want to know where Desire, my creator, is. Which is… weird and insane but hey, better than my other origin story. But I prefer it here. Desires realm was-”

“What do you remember?” Morpheus interrupted, his voice slow and perturbed. “You shouldn’t have retained so much-”

“I have a way of remembering things others don’t,” Declan shrugged. “I…” he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Please don’t send me back. Don’t send me back to Desire. I don’t remember why. I just- I need to stay here.”

“That isn’t my decision,” Dream said, turning away from Declan and taking a deep breath in “If you help me, if the information you give me is good, I can see what I can-" There were footsteps outside of the door, causing both Declan’s and Dream to stare at the wood sitting silently in the heavy anxious atmosphere of the flat. “Ah, it seems Diligence has returned. I’ll give you both sometime.” Mathias swung the door open, only for Morpheus to disappear.

[obsessivevoidkitten]

The Invasion

Cat Man Alien Yandere x Gender Neutral Reader

CW: Painful noncon, reader gets smacked, biting, collaring, owner/pet, pet reader, reader tied up, reader is an idiot, alien invasion, shapeshifting, general yandere behavior

Word Count: 1.2k

(Popped into my head, finished at 2-3am this morning, hope you all like it. Please leave comments and consider tipping to support the senior's bake sale, I love you all <3)

Twiggy was a rescue. He had been brought into the animal shelter you worked at and was pretty injured. Once he was nursed back to health, you immediately adopted him.

He was a bit standoffish, even by cat standards, but he slowly seemed to tolerate you. Then, almost actually like you. It's like he would enjoy affection and then catch himself and hiss before running off.

Even though you made sure never to let him outside, he always seemed to get out anyway, mostly in the dead of night. 

In an effort to discover just how he was escaping, you set up cameras. But they always ended up knocked down or broken before catching anything. Then you put a cat cam on him, but every night, he would fling it off after you went to sleep.

You had enough. It was getting creepy. You decided you would follow him. He never tried to leave while you were awake, though, so you had to pretend to sleep. 

The sound of the door could very faintly be heard closing, so you got up silently and slunk into the living room.

Astonished, you looked at the door. It had been unlocked, and Twiggy was missing. He had somehow figured out how to open doors. It wasn't entirely unheard of for a cat to manage a door handle, but the lock?

You quietly left the building and saw Twiggy moving with purpose down the road.

After a while, you thought yourself stupid. He was just going to do random cat stuff. Why were you following him? He probably just smelled something that gripped his attention.

But as he kept going through various alleys and back roads, a few other cats joined him without any reaction from him. They proceeded in orderly and determined fashion right into the old abandoned factory. 

You followed and had to hold back a gasp at what you saw. Down in the basement level was Twiggy standing on a pile of scrap with dozens of other cats gathering below him.

It was some sort of cat cult. 

But if you thought that was shocking, you hadn't seen anything yet. Suddenly, Twiggy effortlessly shifted into a nude man with curly brown hair, a tail, and cat ears on his head.

After he transformed, all the others did the same. The room was filled with naked men and women with tails and cat ears. This was getting too weird. The best course of action now was to make a silent retreat.

As you began to back away, Twiggy pointed in your direction and stated something you were too far to really hear.

In a flash, the cat people were upon you, dragging you over to Twiggy and forcing you to kneel before him before they tied you up and gagged you so you couldn't speak. 

He addressed the others without sparing a glance at you. 

"I infiltrated this human's place of employment and then their home." 

He stroked your hair in a manner similar to the way you would pet him in his cat form. 

"I have learned that we can use their workplace as a front and get adopted as their pets. We will use this method to infiltrate every home before taking over and turning humans into OUR pets!"

Twiggy turned to an androgynous looking cat person.

"River, I need you to take the form of this human and work at the shelter as we discussed at the last meeting. Come over tomorrow to my human's house, and I'll give you the schedule."

River nodded in affirmation.

After that, the meeting came to an end, and Twiggy dismissed the others. He pulled the gag off of you and allowed you to speak.

"Twiggy, w-what's go-"

The cat man smacked you harshly. It left an echo resounding through the large empty room. 

"That's a gross pet name. My real name is Declan."

You whimpered and then flinched when he pet the spot he had smacked gingerly. 

"Sorry, I shouldn't have hurt you, you didn't know… You probably have lots of questions."

Of course, you had questions. And Twig- Declan… answered every one of them patiently. 

He explained that the cat people were aliens who just happened to have a form that looked like a common earth house pet. They could also look like any human they wanted, though they had to hide their feline features. He was the leader. And now that you were aware of everything, you got to be the first pet. His personal one. He promised to treat you well.

After the Q&A, he put on some clothes he had and took you back to what was no longer your house. He put your gag back in so you couldn't scream on the way.

True to his word, he treated you like a precious pampered pet, since you had helped heal him and took such good care of him. He even gave you a jeweled collar for you to wear as proof he owned and cared for you.

Though he had started to care about you in ways that he probably shouldn't have.

But after a while, he couldn't help it anymore. One night when your head was laying on his lap while the two of you watched a show he liked, something he forced you to do as he stroked your arm and side, his cock stirred under your head, and he had to give in.

He stripped you of all your clothes; you struggled and protested, but his strong, lean body easily overpowered your own.

He pulled off your collar and bit your neck hard to get you to submit as he mounted you, before shoving his cock in you deeply all at once with no preparation. 

The cat man fucked into you ferally, going off pure instinct, pushing your head into the couch cushion so no one could hear your screams.

You were sure you were going to die, that you were going to be split apart by his girthy cock, that the last things you would hear were your muffled screams, the sound of his nuts slamming into you, and his animalistic growls.

Declan's cock pistoned in and out roughly as tears streamed down your face. You felt a sense of shame as he forced you to orgasm despite the cruelty of the way he was violating you.

It wasn't enough that he took your house, job, and way of life and eventually would take your planet, but now he was claiming your insides with his throbbing cock as well.

He came in you roughly and finally seemed to gradually come back to his senses. He licked away your tears and the blood and cum that were mingled and leaking from your hole.

"I'm so sorry, I just couldn't help myself! I'll be more gentle and use lube next time, okay?"

The cat man comforted you as best he could, bathing you as you sobbed. He sincerely regretted hurting you, but he couldn't deny his instincts and really needed some release. Going forward, he decided you would be his mate as well as his pet, so he didn't go wild with pent-up emotions again. 

[oddsconvert]

A glimpse into the mind and body of a bloodbag survivor!

Here is a little profile on Declan's health (physical and mental) post captivity! Keep in mind that he was kidnapped, tortured, fed from, and mind-controlled to the point of catatonia...

tw / mentions of physical and mental health conditions

(tagging some people who expressed particular interest on my previous post about this! apologies if you did not wish to be tagged!)

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[the-offside-rule]

Declan Rice (Arsenal) - Triumph

Requested: yes (THIS WAS REQUESTED IN LIKE SEPTEMBER IM SO SORRY IM ONLY GETTING AROUND TO IT NOW)

Prompt: just cute girl-dad Declan

Warnings: none tbh

The sun was setting over the Emirates Stadium as the final whistle blew, sealing Arsenal's victory and clinching the Premier League title. Declan Rice, clad in the red and white of his beloved club, couldn't contain his joy. He hugged his teammates, exchanged high-fives, and then spotted his wife, Y/n, and their adorable daughter, Lily, waiting for him on the pitch. Lily made her way quickly to her father who in turn was running towards her with open arms. "Daddy!" She squealed as he neared her. "Oh my darling, how are you? Did you see that? We won!" Declan exclaimed as he scooped up his daughter, who was wearing a tiny Arsenal jersey with her name printed on the back.

Y/n smiled, her eyes sparkling with pride. "We saw, didn't we, sweetheart?" Declan looked up and pressed a gentle kiss onto his wife's lips. "Ah, I love you." Declan sighed as Y/n reached around his neck. "I love you too. I'm so proud of you." Lily tugged at her dad's jersey and pointed towards the shiny trophy the players had been going around with. "Do you want to go see it, darling?" Declan asked. Lily nodded enthusiastically as the trio made their way towards the other players.

As they approached, Kai and Martin had turned and hugged Y/n, talking with her briefly as Declan held onto Lily. All the while, Lily couldn't take her eyes off the trophy gleaming. It only took a minute or so for Declan to notice her and he chuckled. "We'll get a photo now, okay?" Lily gasped. "Yes!" She exclaimed, making the other players laugh alongside Y/n. "Sorry lads, I'll have to borrow her for a quick photo and you can have her back." Declan smiled as he turned towards the photographer.

Lily giggled and clapped her hands, her cheeks flushed with excitement. She reached out towards the gleaming Premier League trophy, her tiny fingers almost grazing its surface. "Not yet, Lily. Let's take some photos first." Y/n said, pulling out her phone to take a photo of Declan and Lily first before quickly running back to get a photo. Declan grinned and posed with his family, the trophy gleaming in the background. Lily squirmed in his arms, eager to explore the pitch. "Okay, okay, darling. Let's see what you've got." Declan chuckled, lowering Lily to the ground.

Lily toddled off towards a group of other players' children, her Arsenal ball bouncing happily beside her. Declan and Y/n followed closely behind, enjoying the celebratory atmosphere. "Y/n!" She turned to see Kai's girlfriend Sophia walking towards her with a smile upon her face. "Sophia! Did you grab a photo with the trophy yet?" As they mingled with other families, sharing hugs and congratulations, the crowd suddenly erupted into cheers. Declan and Y/n exchanged puzzled looks, then turned to see what had caused the commotion.

Their hearts swelled with pride as they watched Lily, determined and focused, waddle towards an empty goal with her miniature football. "She's going for it!" Declan grinned from ear to ear, his chest swelling with love for his fearless daughter. "Go on, Lily! Shoot!" With a determined kick, Lily sent the ball rolling into the net, her face lighting up with joy as the crowd cheered just as loudly as if her dad had scored the winning goal.

Y/n and Declan laughed as they watched Lily get closer to the fans with her arms held high just as her Dad would have done, followed by her falling to her knees in an attempt of a knee slide. "She's her father's daughter." Y/n joked, wrapping her arms around Declan's waist. Declan hugged her tightly, his heart overflowing with love for his family. "We need to get her into football properly." He murmured, pressing a kiss to Y/n's forehead. Y/n hummed in response. "Maybe she'll even put you into retirement." Declan rolled his eyes playfully. "I'll be long gone by then. I'll be in a rocking chair beside you watching her from the living room." Y/n rubbed his chest as the walked towards Lily on the far end of the pitch.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the stadium, Declan, Y/n, and Lily played together, basking in the warmth of their shared victory. For in that moment, they were not just celebrating Arsenal's triumph, but also the joy of being champions together.

[little-paperhat]

*throws a sketch dump at you and runs back into the abyss*

[flamebunnyy]

The lulls between Scion work aren't really relaxing for poor Rook, it just means she comes back to even more paperwork on her desk at the Arcanist's guild.

[retshirou]

first m/f ship that counts as yaoi bait (i dub them “tayclan”)

i swear like 50% of this is just japes LMAO

[imogenkol]

KINCADE PACK 🐺 (original works) — “The name goes back centuries, and all Miranda cares about is making sure it lasts for many more”

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[bigfan-fanfic]

OC Smash or Pass

Thanks to @kyngsnake for the tag! :D

Tagging anyone who wants to join in on the fun! And an extra thanks to @kyngsnake for the art of my boy

RULES: pretty self explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc).

Declan Fisher

The Basics Name: Declan Murphy Shepard-Fisher Age: 36 Gender: Cis Male Pronouns: He/him (not fussed if you use they/them) Height: 6'4" Sexuality: Gray-asexual. Self-describes simply as gay.

Pros

- Gentle and affectionate - Comfortable with physical touch up to a near-constant contact Always willing to help - Ambivert - he's good with people but he doesn't really like crowds or loud parties - Good with kids (doesn't necessarily want any of his own) - Huge. He's a big strong giant and doesn't mind being used as a chair. - Muscular in a very sturdy way. The man is solid. - switch vers, but definitely in a service way. Doesn't much care about sex one way or the other but likes to make his partner feel good. - Observant and aware - he's sensitive to how you might be feeling and he's really good at helping you through a rough day or a funk. - Firm. He doesn't start fights but he most certainly ends them. - Runs warm. This often results in shirtlessness at least, at home. -Capable. Very handy and creative. Able to do most things with minimal instruction

Cons

- Observant. You can hide nothing from this man. - Regimented - he prefers to have plans in place and a routine to stick to or else he gets restless - Is sometimes hard to read, generally always smiling even when he hurts. Even when he's genuinely mad it reads as quiet annoyance - Huge - a giant in width and height, he'll take up a lot of space unless accommodated for. - Can make breakfast, but not much of a cook otherwise. Very utilitarian style meals. - Despite being wild and almost unhinged in combat, he's pretty sedate and a homebody off the battlefield. - Neat. He's always fixing things or cleaning things up. Definitely more of a "do it now before it becomes an issue later" approach to chores. (he can be persuaded to leave it though) - Runs warm. Can get sweaty. - Sometimes has an issue with being overinvolved/overprotective. Needs to be told when you're just venting

[envihellbender]

Teen Mads meeting Copybot for the first time in older Dec verse 👀

OCs: Mathias Iversen, Declan Gerritz

Content: Kidnapping, possessive/controlling, improbable science

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Mathias’ shoulder was starting to hurt less, sometimes he barely noticed it and that scared him more than the pain itself. He didn’t want to forget about the tracking device, he wanted to remember precisely where it was so he knew what needed ripping from his body. He was allowed out of the poky little flat now, which was a blessing he supposed. That morning he went for his first run outside, it was strange being in the city. Back home he could see for miles, from his bedroom window. There were trees, a lake, miles of grass and the mountains in the distance. No other house for miles. Here everything was different shades of grey. Grey skies, grey buildings, grey pavement, grey people. The smell of the cars hurt his throat and he could taste it on his tongue, that plus the cigarette smoke felt like it clung to his skin. When he ran however, it was different - it was almost like he was back home. The cold air hit his face, and skin. He ran like in a t-shirt and jogging bottoms even though it was an icy December, it wasn’t that much warmer than Denmark but he needed to feel the cold against his skin. It wasn’t as fresh, but for a moment it was like he was free. His feet pounding against the stone pavement, and his chest heaving until he had to stop. When he stopped outside the flat building he was now infuriatingly drawn to, he noticed how much better his shoulder felt. It was tender, but tolerable. He almost felt compelled to stab himself just so he wouldn’t have the throbbing reminder.

He typed in the familiar code into the keypad, unfortunately he now remembered it without thinking. He walked past the lift, he always went up to the flat by the stairs, he wanted to prolong the time he had to himself. He arrived quicker than he had wanted and hated that he felt his brain relax and decompress upon opening the door. It wasn’t real. He noticed Declan didn’t say anything as he entered which was strange. Maybe the freak’s too engrossed in one of his stupid games, he told himself.

When he entered the living room and fell onto the sofa, ignoring Declan just as he was ignoring him he noticed something was… Different. He saw Declan in his computer chair, the kind that looked like a car seat Mathias thought. Declan’s spine was straight, ramrod straight. He normally slouched over his computer, his posture was terrible meaning he often complained of pain in his shoulders and back. Today however, he had a sitting position so perfect that he was like a diagram from a physiotherapy textbook. The other strange thing was that Declan wasn’t wearing headphones, and on the gigantic screen there was nothing interesting - just repeated numbers and symbols. Mathias stared for a moment but decided that he wasn’t going to be concerned about his captor. He got himself a glass of water from the kitchen. It was spotless now, when he was first took here it was so unorganised and filthy it made his skin crawl. Sure, it wasn’t stained with crumbs everywhere, but it wasn’t as clean as Mathias liked it. He made the mistake of saying that if his Papa had seen it he’d have beaten Mathias until the kitchen was stained with blood instead. It was a joke, but Declan made those irritating sad green eyes and tears fell down his face.

When he returned to the living room he noticed something strange again, Declan’s hair was usually just pushed behind his ears when he was concentrating - it was a messy mass of black which he usually ended up pushing back every five minutes or so. This time however it almost looked neat, it was pulled backwards into hair tie, and Declan’s thick black eyebrows were furrowed. There was a uncharacteristic confidence inside of him, what got Mathias through every day was knowing that he could beat Declan whenever he wanted. He was faster, stronger, and taller. In the past few months he’d had a growth spurt and now he towered over him. When he saw him now however… he felt his intelligence and power, without any of that stammering shyness. It was almost inhuman. Declan’s eyes flitted towards Mathias, instead of jumping like he normally would have he smirked and turned towards him.

“Can I help you?” Declan asked, almost irritated. Mathias took a step back, baffled. Declan usually stumbled over his words, his voice small and quiet like a mouse. Now he was confident, smooth… it was bizarre. And unsettling.

“Erm… no,” Mathias scowled. “Just… you’re being weird.” Instead of replying, Declan just stared at Mathias, as if he found everything he said hilarious. After a few moments he spoke, suppressing a cruel laugh as he spoke.

“I wish Declan didn’t eat so much shitty food,” he began, his eyes focusing on Mathias’ small biceps. “Just filled with sugar and carbs. Those pretty toned arms of yours could snap these fucking bones like a twig.”

“Fanden,” Mathias sighed, wrapping his arms around his slim torso. “You’re such a … Freak. Stop it.”

“You’re so cute when your scared.” Declan said biting his bottom lip. “Declan hasn’t noticed it yet but your pretty grey eyes widen and your soft little lips part… he really doesn’t take advantage of you enough.”

“Okay okay, you scared me. Very funny. Now. Stop. Please. Declan.” Mathias rarely used his captors name, but he was hoping it’d endear him to Declan and he’d stop this.

“See that’s where my agreement with my dear host stops,” Declan said shaking his head. “You’re so stupid. Such a brainless piece of shit. I’m not fucking Declan. You can call me Copybot. I guess. If you need to speak to me. Now can I get back to work?”

“I- so… who- who- are you like… one of those…” Mathias stopped. He hated to admit but his first thought was possession. All he could think of was what he’d seen in Emperor’s New Groove and Atlantis: The Lost Empire. That was ridiculous though, that couldn’t be real. “Okay fine. I’m stupid. Tell me what’s going on.”

“Look at you. All confused and worked up like a little lamb. Maybe Declan will explain. But unless you want me to look through his things and fix that little microchip so that it shocks you every time you talk to me… go away. Watch a stupid fucking movie or go for a run or something.” Copybot turned back to his computer with a smirk filling his burned face.

Mathias bolted to the bedroom, he slammed the door behind him and found his hands wouldn’t stop shaking. It wasn’t scary exactly, Declan could never really be frightening and Mathias could beat him if necessary. It was just… Unnerving. Strange. Like an intruder was in the flat. And a part of him was a little concerned for Declan, just a little.

[sunny44]

Accident

Pairing: Mason Mount x mom!reader

Warnings: car accident

Summary: Where y/n has a car accident with their daughter on the way to Mason's game and at halftime he gets the news that they are in the hospital.

I was already very late for the game, I got tied up with work stuff and missed the alarm I set up, so now I was running out of time to get to the game in time.

Only in the middle of the way some idiot came with everything and threw my car far away.

"Oh my God." I unbuckled my seat belt and turned to the back seat watching my daughter cry loudly. "It's okay, baby."

Soon I could hear noises of ambulance and police cars, they came to me and I got out of the car carefully holding my daughter.

"You need to be checked." The paramedic said.

"I'm not letting her go."

"Give her to me so she can also be checked.”

"I already said I am not releasing her, it is my right to accept treatment or not if I am conscious and as I am and I said no. I'll accept being taken to the hospital and in the ambulance you guys can check her but I'm not letting you take her out of me."

"All right, let's go."

I got into the ambulance trying to calm her down, I was nervous and scared, I needed to talk to Mason but my stuff stayed in the car so I couldn't call him. They check us and none of us have a concussion in the way to the hospital.

As soon as we arrived I had to hand Maia over to the nurses so they could run tests on her and me.

After about half an hour I was back in the room and soon they brought her back to me, I started breastfeeding her because she was hungry.

"The police will be coming here in a few minutes to take your statement miss, is there anyone we can call to stay with you?"

"Yes there is my husband Mason but he is busy right now so he’s not going to see the call."

"Anyone else?"

"Actually there is his coach number, you can call him and tell him I had an accident please." She agrees and writes down the number I gave her and leaves the room to make the call.

Meanwhile on the other side of town, Mason was playing with pride knowing that his team was winning and that his wife and daughter were somewhere in the stands watching him play.

Little did he know that they were both in a hospital room waiting for him to come to them.

The first half ended and Mason went to get a drink of water, but the worried look on the coach's face made him worry that something bad happens.

"Is everything okay?" He asks.

"I got a call from the hospital, your wife and daughter were involved in a car accident."

"Are they okay?" He asks worriedly.

"They are fine, they took them there for some tests but you should go there."

"Yeah, sure."

I grabbed my things and ran to the car, it was a little difficult since there were some fans there but I managed to dodge them and go to the hospital that the coach had told me about.

The way there was torturous, even though he said they were fine I hadn't seen them with my own eyes yet.

I ran inside the hospital and stopped in front of the reception desk and after she told me the room I ran to where my girls were.

"Thank God." I say entering the room and going to them. "How are you my love?"

"We are fine Mase, it was just a really big scary accident."

"What happened?"

"I was late with work stuff and after I let the babysitter go we were on our way to the game when some crazy person came up fast and hit us." She says tearfully. "But I swear I was paying attention to the road and I wasn't going fast and..."

"Relax, I believe you babe."

"It's just that I don't want you to think that i was going fast with Maia in the car and that I've put her at risk and..."

"Calm down, honey, you're too nervous." She stops and takes a deep breath. "I know you're careful when you're with her and it wasn't your fault, it was the person who hit you."

"It's just that I can't stop thinking that something bad could have happened to her."

"I know, I spent the whole way here thinking the worst had happened to you but it's okay now."

"Can you lie here with me?"

"Of course I can baby." She goes to the side and hands me Maia who smiled when she saw me. "Let's watch the rest of the game."

I turned the TV on the channel and we stood there watching the end of the second half together.

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@masonsount as you may know two days ago on they’re way to the game, my wife and my daughter were involved in a car accident.

I just wanted to let you guys know that they are fine, luckily the accident wasn’t serious just very scary.

Thank you for all the messages of support, my wife and I appreciate and we’re going to take a break from the social media to take care of our little family.

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How much blood do vampires drink in a sitting?

In a sitting maybeeeeee anywhere around one and a half to two pints? Enough to be substantial but not lethal. They don't feed everyday either, they give the humans time to build up their red blood cells again. Here are some of the symptoms I found from losing this volume of blood!

Cold and clammy limbs.

Pale skin.

May become confused, disorientated and flustered.

Heart racing and palpitations.

Feeling exhausted and sluggish. Weak and dizzy.

Nauseated.

Vampires don't always drink a lot. Sometimes they may only take a sip to tide them by, sometimes they may drain their blood bag dry!

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✨🩸 Breath of Light 🩸✨

My big grand finale Art Fight attack for my dear friend @taffybee !!

[Also on YouTube!!!]

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Mmmmmyyyy reagent..... I love him so much :o]

My boy Declan J. Lovette. (Formally Caine J. Lovetter before the trials.)

I'm anything but normal about him.

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please be gentle...

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