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Send me a screenshot of your receipt for £5 or more to the Oxfam Gaza fundraiser, and I'll write you a sexy little vignette of any OFMD pairing you like. Give me a one-word prompt and I'll spin you a little scene.

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It’s a vocal showreel, I don’t think he’s done an actual Dove commercial. But I wish he had 😏

Day 112 of notifying @taskmaster.tv that Nathan Foad would like to be on the show!

Please @alexhorne.bsky.social ? 👀

Little Alex Horne, if you're reading this, please put Nathan Foad on Taskmaster posthaste. I need it for my health

Don't make me tap the Robert Pattinson quote, Leto.

Frenchie’s Angels to the rescue…
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Day 111 of notifying @taskmaster.tv that Nathan Foad would like to be on the show!

Please @alexhorne.bsky.social ? 👀

Starting you all off with a classic… can you do any better/worse?
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Lucius looks Mr Pete up and down. Nearly trimmed facial hair, powerful looking thighs in tight black leather trousers (and Lucius is already agog to learn more about a man who dresses like this but opens an ice cream shop). Lucius looks up to meet hazel eyes and a frown. “And who are you?”
14/?

The man stands impassively as Pete splutters out a “No, no!” and another man emerges from the back of the shop. He’s smaller than Pete, dressed all in black but, and Lucius zeroes in on this immediately, the top two buttons on his shirt are undone to reveal a peek of chest hair. “I’m Mr Pete.”
13/?

Good morning/afternoon/evening (delete as applicable)! Today is Bad Photoshop Day… let’s see your photoshopped situations for Izzy, Lucius and Pete 🤩
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Look at how handsome Izzy Hands is 😍

There's a reason I have a BS in English

Pete clears his throat and shuffles his feet. “It’s actually my husband’s place.”

Lucius has a sudden memory of Pete telling him he’s a married man, “but we’re totally poly, so this is fine.” He’d wanted to believe it, of course. He turns to the older man. “So you must be Mr Pete?”
12/?

“Oh, I did! Until last week. Now I’m serving ice cream to a cute boy.” He winks at Lucius.

“Well, I’m very happy to be served by you any way you fancy,” Lucius purrs. “So, this is your place then?”

Pete beams. “Yes!” The man behind the counter mutters something. Pete says “Er, sort of.”
11/?

Luckily for Pete there are other things besides boardgames that he quite skilled at 😏

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And one more prompt for this Sprizzy Saturday…
GAME NIGHT!
What do they play, what are they like as winners/losers, what do they bring to the table. Canon Pete doesn’t much like losing… but what about Izzy and Lucius?
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Lucius does not ✨make✨ anything and it’s bonkers that anyone expected him to. He’s got drinks covered tho!! Pete ends up making like, four kinds of dips because every recipe he vaguely remembers from childhood is a casserole. Izzy makes dessert, he’s got a few standards to appease Ed’s sweet tooth!

Another prompt!
DINNER PARTIES: which of the three of them does what? Who makes/brings what? Do they love it/hate it? And who are they inviting 👀
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Pete looks concerned. “Oh my god are you ok? Were you hurt?” He hurries round from the counter, box of Flakes still held in front of him.
Lucius smiles. “Yes, I’m fine, I wasn’t hurt.” Then he looks around. “Babe, I thought you said you worked at Fortnum’s in London? What are you doing here?”
10/?

Cute guy (Pete, Lucius remembers that much!). Pete looks like he’s remembered leaving his phone number and it never being used, because his face has fallen a bit. “I lost your number! Because I lost my phone! Well not lost exactly, but I had a freak accident with… well, you wouldn’t believe it.”
9/?

Lucius’ jaw drops. This is the cute guy he picked up at the Dog and Duck two weekends ago, had the best sex in ages, and then got the phone number of. And lost it the next day in a freak accident involving a seagull, a bicycle and a pekinese. Don’t ask. Seriously. You don’t want to know.
8/?

The man rolls his eyes. “Peter! Bring one o’those wee chocolate sticks! We’ve a fussy one out here.”

Lucius feels like he should be offended but, well, it’s fair comment.

A bald man emerges from the back of the shop carrying a box of Flakes. His already wide smiles widens even further. “Hi!”
7/?