#DanDee

[luxar92]

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[xxsunnypuppyxx]

Something about Us <3

I missed Dandee

[ebaybears]

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[babamessiahoftheholycat]

i love characters who endure pain and suffering, but for all the wrong reasons.

i love you vriska from hit webcomic homestuck, who is ready to get herself thrown off a cliff if it means not having to grow up.

i love you dandee from hit webcomic lily crown, who thinks suffering is the only way he can be valued by the people around him.

[alizera62quartz]

Introducing...  Dandee!~

📺💖👻

When I saw a fusion of Jack, Bo, Elias, and Jambee into this handsome Tv Ghost man, i just had to draw him!~ 😊😍❤️��💙

[shilohsylvanian]

Gonna post my thrift here too just cause I don't wanna make 2 posts and theres a critter thing lol will post thrift videos on @packratshiloh

Birthday thrift + Barnes&Nobel haul ✨️ 💕

Went to some new thrift places a few towns over and found some fun things!

Another Limber Louie marionette, this one newer I believe but still has a tag! He is quite tangled but will get him sorted and dancing with his new friends soon.

A shocking find, a 90s pound puppy jungle series Rhino, which I found while practically falling into the plush bin to dig around at the bottom 🤣 had no idea there were more than cats and dogs!

Plush Ebifurai no Shippo from Sumikko Gurashi, holding flowers 💕 did you know he's a leftover/uneaten shrimp tail? 😳

Calico Critter Raspberry home

& a 2000s DanDee electronic ghoul. Will need to check his box to see if he still giggles and says happy Halloween.

Had to pick up the cute spring water themed babies and lop rabbits from Barnes & Nobel. They are just too cute and it was so hard to choose between everything 😭

But anyways I had a lovely birthday 🎂 🥳

[artificialqueens]

[WIP] Pass the Broccoli (Sashea) - Dandee

AN: Hello! Dusting the cobwebs off my old wips, hope you like it! I started writing this like 4 years ago and come back to it sometimes. TW for blood &violent descriptions

Shea stands in the garage, hands in the pockets of her grey pant-suit. She gazes at the mess laid out in the middle of the floor, coming to nudge a mauled john’s shoulder with the tip of her Burberry lace up. His shoulder sags along the concrete, and falls back. Still fresh, somewhat. 

She gives a long, heavy sigh. Picking up her briefcase, she steps over his beaten-in skull and makes her way to the laundry room.

Tchaikovsky drifts through the halls over the clattering of the dryer, little paws jumping up to greet Shea as she steps through the door. She gives Vanya a pat on the head and opens the dryer to take a quick peek.

Just Sasha’s gardening clothes. No blood, not that she can see anyway.

Vanya’s tail wags as he follows Shea into the house, his little nails pitter-pattering against the tile. Shea tosses her briefcase onto the breakfast table and presses the heels of her hands into her eyes. 

On a Tuesday?

She braces herself against a chair and glances around the kitchen-- pristine as ever, aside from the pan in the sink filled with soap. The smell of Eggplant Parmesan fills the room, and Shea gives a short breath of a laugh.

Her favorite meal. Oh, it’s so fucking typical.

Running a hand over her sleek black ponytail, Shea heads toward the dining room— she stops, however, just shy of the doorway, and watches Sasha float about the table and angle the place settings to her personal brand of perfection. Shea folds her arms and leans against the arch.

Sasha’s perfect little ass wiggles with every move, her floral pencil skirt hugging her slender frame. From this angle it seems as if nothing’s wrong. To a blind eye Sasha would only seem like a perfect housewife, humming and setting the table with love and care, taking time to see that everything’s perfect before her darling wife comes home.

But Shea has no blind eye.

Aside from the macabre scene in the garage, Shea can always tell when her wife’s taken a job. She gets fidgety, obsessively precise and her hair-- normally a neat, platinum blonde finger wave-- always has a few curls out of place. Like a few screws come loose.

Which is pretty on brand.

Sasha shifts her gaze from the arrangement of red roses to a wine glass, lifting it to the light and inspecting it for smudges. Once it passes, she set it back down and moves to the placing of the plates. Then back to the linens, then to shining the golden cutlery with a cloth from her apron. She’s meticulous in her scrubbing, and when she seems satisfied enough, she drifts to the other end of the table. Shea can see the beginning of Sasha’s gaze coming up- and by now, after all these years, she’s learned good and well to move out of the way.

The knife flies across the room so quickly that Shea doesn’t even see it-- but the dull thud where it sticks out of the wall, inches from her face, leaves her unimpressed.

So does the little laugh that Sasha gives. She tries to cover her spook but Shea can see it all over her. Her frame buzzes with residual adrenaline, keyed up from the feet up.

“Darling-“ her fingers dance over her collarbone, “you startled me. You know better than to skulk like that.”

“Mmm.” 

At that, Sasha does nothing but tilt her chin. Almost expectantly. 

Shea’s tired. It’s been a long day and she’s not in the mood to play. She eyes the knife in the wall, runs a finger along the handle and pokes at it in vain. It’s jammed into the wood like a stovepipe. 

Sasha’s heels clack slow off the tile. She comes to sidle up but not too close-- she’s doing that thing she does, when she thinks she might be in trouble. She gazes at the knife, too, and rests against the wall. 

Shea catches another resentment, at the blue eyes coming into focus behind the knife. She’s trying it, she really is. 

“Shea?”

Her eyes come into full focus. 

“Mmhm?”

Sasha’s hair brushes the wall, a smile playing at her lips. Shea holds her gaze and there they are —in seemingly marital serenity, split by a golden knife. Shea’s not going win this one and she knows it. But she’s still Rightfully Upset and she’ll make it known. 

Sasha doesn’t give a shit because she knows she’ll win. 

“How was work?”

Shea shrugs and thumbs the handle one last time, pushing off the wall. 

“Okay, I guess. No one died.”

Sasha smiles. It’s been an old joke between them, since they first partnered in the field. It’s an okay day, if no one died. It’s not right, but it’s okay. 

In spite of herself, she reaches for Sasha, she comes to her with what seems like no conscious thought at all.

Shea pulls her in, hands smoothing down her sides. Sasha’s warm pressed against her, familiar and easy. Her shoulders rise with her slow drawn breath, and Shea claps a hand at her hip.

“Edwards retired.”

“Oh, no.” Sasha lays a palm over Shea’s chest, “Did you get a card?”

Shea nods, her tired gaze falling somewhere between them. “Yeah, I picked one up,” she says, “Signed it for you. Got her a giftcard to Applebees.”

Sasha hums. “I’m sure she loved that.” Her fingers play at the lapels of her blazer. 

Shea gives a half chuckle, and nods. She looks down at her wife, who looks back at her, grinning. She looks tired, too.

This moment would have looked a lot different, years ago- a mess of tangled limbs and bruising kisses. Searching each other, feeling for gashes and wounds and breaks— clinging to one another with the desperation of a drowning man. In the beginning Shea saw most days as her last, and only prayed to God that she’d be the first one to go.

They’d been thrown on a case, two strangers living out of a Buick and dingy motels. They’d struck gold on a phone tap and busted The Bad Guys, putting four on lock and two in the ground. They came up quick, started catching the big-dog cases. Sasha began leaping from choppers while Shea secured the ground. Shea sat on scrapers and clipped grunts while Sasha went in below. They hopped from one place to another- traffickers in Laredo, narcos in Cuba.  A cute little boat raid off the coast of Bahrain, Sasha throwing knives when they ran out of ammo. Sasha had dug a bullet out of Shea more than once.

Shea had carried Sasha out of Jersey when she’d nearly bled out. She’d been sure Sasha was dead, more than twice. 

Five years in the field doesn’t seem like a lot— but dying hurts, folks. And almost dying hurts a lot more. 

And love? Bad for business. 

It didn’t take long for Caldwell to catch on. After two years partnered, the Bureau had discharged Sasha. 

Sasha took the next year off. She painted and gardened while Shea gritted her teeth through partner after partner. They dropped like flies— Zamo went AWOL in Soviet Russia smack dab in the middle of a cult investigation, Chachki took a life sentence for picking up a part-time gig in North Korea. And that kid that went missing in Bermuda? She couldn’t remember his name, he’d only been on for a month- but he was from Azuza, she knew that. Got on a boat and never came back. 

Hell, Hytes had lasted a little over a year— and up until a few months ago, Shea had really thought she’d make it. They paired well, and it was almost like running with Sasha again— but she just couldn’t keep her dick in her pants. She messed with one too many girls and boom- she found the wrong girl and got lit up like a Christmas tree in Miami, five in the chest and two in the neck, left in an alley like a goddamn modern renaissance piece. A crime of passion, they called it. 

Shea had warned Hytes, she knew that family like the back of her hand. There’s a certain amount of tiptoeing when dealing with the mob, that’s how it’s always been. The Bureau had worked long and hard to stay in good graces with The Family, and Hytes almost fucked it all up— but in a true “eye for an eye” fashion, Hytes’ case closed early, the Matteo girl got off and the world kept turning. 

It always did.

“If Alyssa’s out-“

Sasha brings her back. She cants a brow, running a finger over one of Shea’s buttons. 

“-who’s running the prostitution ring?”

She can see Edwards now, lucky fuck- she’s probably doing high kicks down the aisles of the grocery store as they speak.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

Sasha shrugs, pinching the button loose.

Shea tugs sharply at her hips. Sasha sucks in through her teeth and takes tight fistfulls of Shea’s shirt. She loosens her grip after a moment, eyes dark— and coming nose to nose, she lingers. She breathes soft against Shea’s lips, and her hips roll forward.

“I always wanted that one,” she whispers.

Shea can’t help the dull ache that starts in her belly. Her lips feather over Sasha’s. 

“Sasha.”

“Yeah?”

Shea wills herself to her lips, rocking back on her heels when Sasha moves to graze over her cheek, her jaw, down her throat, to her neck- the softest of nips, in no pattern. Shea grips a hip tighter when she bites down. 

“Sasha.” Her eyes fall shut and she’s quiet in her musings. When she returns to the present, however, her gaze lands back to the knife in the wall. She sighs.

“The garage?” 

Ceasefire. 

Shea, unmoving, catches Sasha’s gaze as she pulls back, coming up to meet her.

Sasha blinks, even and cool. 

“What about it?”

Shea tilts her head, tries unclenching her jaw. Sasha lets go of her shirt, hands drifting to her forearms.

“We talked about this.”

At that, Sasha shifts her eyes. She shakes her head, “I didn’t have time-“

“You didn’t have time?” Shea catches her cheek, coaxing her back up to search her face. “How did you not have time?”

“I had to— think on my feet,” she says, curling her shoulders forward. She grips Shea’s arms but she still won’t look at her.

“What do you, okay-“ Shea stammers, her chest tightening, “how is that a thing? How is this any different—“

“Don’t you think I would be clean if I could?” Sasha cuts her off. She steps back.

“I don’t know.” Shea folds her arms.

“You know I would,” she says, and finally glares at her. “You know I would do everything I could to-“

“Do I?” Shea asks. 

A bitter chuckle escapes, and Sasha shakes her head. “Don’t start.”

“No, no- I’m curious,” Shea’s getting warmer, and she shrugs her folded arms. “It’s been a while, babe, so how am I supposed to know anything anymore?”

“Jesus, Shea-“

“You know how I feel about this, we’ve been over this-“

“I know, I remember, I do-“

“-and you agreed. You agreed—“

“-but if you could just-“

“-that when we come home, we leave work. You told me, you promised me—“

“- I don’t know what you want me to say!”

Shea feels her forehead wrinkle when her brows shoot up. Sasha stands there, hands on her hips and eyes on the ceiling. 

She shakes her head, “I mean, do you even want me to say anything?”

Shea closes her eyes and pinches at the bridge over nose. It’s hard to tell what’s real and what’s not these days, what is and isn’t gaslighting- but Sasha rarely raises her voice. 

[joshua-jorcoat]

Nothing to do with anything, but I have a pencilcase that I've had since farther back than my memories go. I called Him Flf Kerfuzckle (Now Kerfuzzle) when I found him in a box at Grandma's one day, and he helped me get through middle school with fewer mental breakdowns than I would've had otherwise. I still have him even as an adult, and had to patch him with some red felt, cause the pencils kept poking through his bum. (He has a silver lining inside the pocket that tore off on one side, so it stopped protecting the fabric on the outside quite a while ago) This is what he looks like.

Now, I've always wondered what he's meant to be. I thought he was a demon at first, but people have thought he's a dog, a cat, a gerbil, all sorts of things. So eventually I just said he was a dragon and called it good. I've researched the heck out him, having looked at his tag, and finding out that he's a DanDee Collector's Choice item. So when I was checking to see if DanDee had made devil/demon items before, I was surprised to find that they had. So it would make sense if Flf is a demon, considering he looks very similar to other demon characters DanDee has made before. But- the only thing on the internet I could find about him was an Ebay listing calling him...

A- ...caterpillar!? Like- I guess? I suppose I could see a caterpillar being red with black horns, and black and orange markings. Red caterpillars do exist after all. But it doesn't really compute in my brain that that plushie is a caterpillar. So I've just continued calling him a dragon. But now I kind of want to embrace the caterpillar aspect. I've drawn him a couple times before as a dragon, as well as many times as a demon, but now I've gotta make him a caterpillar-like dragon, with mandibles, and more limbs. So uh- surprise art attack! BLAH!

(Excuse the crappy all-pen coloring. It's how I used to color him in middle school, so I figured I'd color him the same way I always used to, and it may or may not have been a mistake- (And let's face it- DanDee did not pick good colors to begin with)

Anyways. Safe to say, I'll have this guy for a long time going forward!

[pattytacuri]

Dandee

the famous Dandee-push him and out came a lullaby Daily writing promptDescribe an item you were incredibly attached to as a youth. What became of it?View all responses An item of my youth I was incredibly attached to was my doll Dandee. I actually had two of these dolls given to me as a young child. The first Dandee was given to me by my aunt shortly after me and my family immigrated to the…

[littletroubledgrrrl]

I remember seeing this doll as a little girl at a store (maybe Big Lots) and squeezing its hand to hear what it had to say.

It sang "Happy Birthday", but instead of singing "Happy birthday dear", it sang "Happy birthday, happy birthday!".

I remember finding that so strange as a kid, but this is for someone anyone can have, and I remember thinking about this doll on the car ride home.

[zantetsuken-blues]

Ok can we talk about this Dee Vasquez' relative in Kumiko Suekane's one-shot "turnabout crossover"? SHE'S SO COOL

Release her Capcom

[luxar92]

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Imagine a man so sweet and suave, but deep down, hidden away from the public eye he's utterly obsessed with you. This guy? It's this guy right here.

In comes Dandee! Newfound fellow and combination of Jambee, Jack, Bo and Elias! I'm absolutely in love. <3

[ebaybears]

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[galactaknightyaoi]

Happy Waddle Dee Wednesday!!!

Doos and half-Dee orbies are invited, right?

First? OC post? I've been wanting to post OCs for a while, I just didn't know how to introduce them... But now I have an excuse!

From left to right:

Dolce (she/her)

Shoeshiner Waddle Dee "Luster" (they/she/he)

Fairy Waddle Dee "Dandee" (she/her)

Gardener Waddle Dee "Deelia" (she/her)

Dorothy (she/her)

Some info about them under the cut for those interested.

Dolce is one of Kracko's many Waddle Doos, though she's his favorite and among the strongest of them all. Due to her power, her beam wand is a bit more elaborate than usual, and it's called the princess wand!

Dolce and Fairy Waddle Dee used to be good friends until Dolce moved away to Desert Star. As a promise to never forget each other, they crafted friendship bracelets that they still wear today!

Fairy Waddle Dee was the coworker and best friend of the respected Space Ranger Hyperion. Fairy Waddle Dee had never been too happy with her job, or how with her life was going at the time, so when Hyperion suggested they ran away together she agreed without hesitation.

Dolce and her girlfriend Dorothy happily welcomed them into their home. They took on cowboy identities, Fairy Waddle Dee became Dandee, while Hyperion became Orion.

Dorothy is a Desert Star farmer and has lived there all her life, thus she knows everyone and everything. She's very observant, nothing slips past her!

Unlike her girlfriend, Dorothy lacks any magical ability, but she makes up for it with her mastery of the whip and astounding physical strength. She picked up the whip from her childhood friend, the local wannabe outlaw, Callum de León.

Luster and Deelia are two Waddle Dees friends from a small Waddle Dee Village on the outskirts of the thriving city of Halcandra. They visit the city to work, Deelia sells her flowers, while Luster polishes the shoes of the local knights.

Deelia is uncharacteristically fearless for a Waddle Dee. She's not strong by any means, but she's willing to jump in and defend anyone in need, even from threats she has stands no chance against.

Luster themself is not without merit, as their endless worry for their friend's safety often overrides their fear. They're the more reasonable of the two, and the one that dragged Deelia away to the city to get help when trouble started brewing in their little town.

Deelia's wife is Lady Gaia of the GSA. They have a son together, Sir Falspar.

[frasesenespa-ol]

Pero yo aprendí a olvidarte porque aprendí que el amor nunca se comparte y fuiste tú el que lo buscaste en otra parte

Nada -Cali y El Dandee