#chowdex

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[atlasthemayor]

Another redraw of a quote by @incorrect-omgcp-frogs hehe

It's SOOOOO them

[beansprean]

Happy birthday to my brother in all things polyfrogs, @atlasthemayor !!

i drew da boys just for u 😘 (chowder and dex are so easy to dress, idk why nursey makes it so difficult for me dkjfh)

(ID in alt and under cut)

ID: Knees up of Chowder, Nursey, and Dex standing together on a white background. Nursey, wearing a long sleeved pale mustard shirt with thumb holes, a dark blue puffy vest, a thin green scarf, and dark wash jeans, has his arms thrown around the others’ shoulders and is leaning in between them with a grin. Chowder, wearing a sharks zip up hoodie and medium wash jeans, smiles back easily, hand grasping on to Nursey’s over his chest. His mouth is open around the smile, likely in the middle of infodumping and refusing to be interrupted by surprise affection. Dex, wearing a red plaid flannel with sleeves rolled to the elbow open over a white tee shirt, light wash jeans, and an analog watch, has one hand in his pants pocket and the other gripping Nursey’s wrist. He is half turned towards Nursey, teeth bared as if going to scold him for his clinginess, but is fighting a smile and losing. /end ID

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Preview for my entry to @omgzineplease vol 2!!

[omgzineplease]

Contributor Feature: Atlas The Mayor

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Can you tell us a bit about your piece? I had a hard time coming up with something more Christmas related, but as soon as I thought of new years, the idea of something involving the midnight kiss GRIPPED ME! I feel SO much for these idiots and all of their different bonds between each other.

How did you feel about the journey of participating in this volume? It was real fun! It was great having everyone else on the zine server to help me brainstorm the idea and cheer me on as I worked on my piece! Tell us a bit about yourself and where our audience can find you! I am a traditional artist who enjoys videogames, comics, and the frogs! I've been part of the omgcp fandom since 2020, and got obsessed with the frogs around 2021.

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[denois]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Check Please! (Webcomic) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Chris "Chowder" Chow/William "Dex" Poindexter Characters: Chris "Chowder" Chow, William "Dex" Poindexter Additional Tags: Prompt Fill, Getting Together, hiding from authorities, First Kiss Series: Part 19 of Tumblr Fics and Prompt Fills Summary:

Dex was heavy. Chowder had known that, of course. He was used to the space Dex took up on the couch, the field of vision he blocked on the ice. Metaphorically speaking, he was aware of the volume of Dex’s concern. Chowder knew how to account for Dex.

Chowder did not know how to deal with the fact that Dex was pressed on top of him, so close their cheeks were brushing and he couldn’t even see his friend. Chowder did not know how to deal with the fact that he could feel the soft hitch in every breath Dex took. Chowder did not know how to deal with Dex’s breath ghosting over his ear.

Because Chowder did not allow himself to think about his friends in situations where they would be this close.

[willdexpoindexter]

Performer AU and The Big Damn Kiss for ChowDex. Please.

okay so i’m doing an Orchestra AU becuase Dmitri has strong feelings about it.  dex plays trumpet, Chowder plays tuba (something about loose embouchure and braces) and they’re in rehearsal all the time together. the brass section is small so they’re pretty near each other and there’s a lot of time where they don’t play so they pass notes and make faces and by the end of the semester they can have whole conversations with just their eyebrows. so the night of their performance chowder is bouncing around, super nervous, and Dex offers him a kiss for good luck and Chowder balks and changes the subject but then he can’t stop thinking about it. all through the performance and the party after and walking back to their dorms together he’s thinking about it. and Dex took his flustered subject change as lack of interest so now it’s up to him. so he says something about, “how about a kiss goodnight instead? since i missed the lucky one?” and dex grins and gives him the first kiss to end all first kisses and says something about how he thinks this one will be just as lucky. 

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Chowdex 77

look at me now - caroline polachek

well this is the sad fucking depression song, so

dex gets kicked out by his parents because he's gay and it wrecks his self-esteem, he can't look at himself in the mirror because it's still ingrained in him that being queer is somehow his fault, but then chowder cheers him up and they go on a road trip across the country and then they kis?

[atlasthemayor]

@uncleshits listen I've seen these one multiple times and it keeps KILLING ME

ya gotta draw a follow up for christmas, PLEASE

I'd do it, but I'm a fanart guy, I don't have the smarts necessary for writing

The first time Dex tells Chowder and Nursey he loves them is when he's wedged in between the wall of Chowder's room and a Frog Sandwich™ on Chowder's bed.

The TV on the wall has been replaying the menu screen for the shitty Hallmark Christmas DVD they’d been watching for at least an hour. Christmas lights are the only thing keeping the room illuminated, and they give him just enough light to watch the snowflakes float outside. They have at least half a dozen blankets surrounding them, and Dex is more than grateful that he fixed the boiler and double-checked all the radiators last week before the snowstorm reared it’s ugly head and trapped them all in the Haus.

By all accounts he should be uncomfortable. His elbow is digging into his ribs where it's trapped against the wall, his toes are freezing where they’ve poked out the blanket mountain, and he’s struggling to sleep over Chowder drooling on his neck and Nursey snoring on the other side of him.

But he hasn't felt more content since he left home. Hasn't felt anything more like home since he left Maine. He feels warm and accepted and loved.

Chowder and Nursey tell him they love him constantly, throwing it out over and over and over again. He knows they know he loves them, that they don't hold it against him that he's never said it aloud.

But he does love them, loves them so much it hurts to think about too much. His heart stops every time one of them gets hit by a puck or a player on the ice, it skips a beat when they laugh at his jokes or praise him for his work fixing the Haus.

He’s heard plenty of Shitty’s lectures about ‘not owing anyone love or sex or anything’, so he knows he doesn't have to tell them, but he wants to. Feels it pulling at his ribs during nights like this.

He’s still scared, but he thinks maybe just this once, this one time, he can say it. They won't hear it, too deep in dreams of sugar plum fairies to be aware of the world around them. He can test how it sounds, how it feels in his mouth.

“I love you guys. A lot.” He sucks in a breath, but nothing changes. Chowder snuffles a bit and nuzzles further into his hoodie. Nursey lets out an abnormally loud snort and almost seems like he's gonna wake for a moment before he settles back down and continues his snoring. The world stays still and calm.

He still isn't ready to tell them awake yet. But the weight on his chest has lessened, his toes have warmed, and he feels home enough to snuggle down and drift off to sleep.

Maybe he'll tell them for Christmas.

[atlasthemayor]

(NOTE: this happened during dinner with the whole gang)

(NOTE2: Bitty saw it coming a mile away)

Chowder and Nursey seem to have turned making their favorite lobster guy furiously blush into a sport

No one's keeping score, really. They just love that pretty red color ❤️❤️❤️

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[ID: Chowder, Dex, and Nursey sitting together on a grassy background, looking to be posing for a photo. Chowder is in the foreground, leaning in towards Dex and smiling with one hand on his own thigh and the other on Dex’s. Dex, leaning on one arm toward Chowder and tilting his face into his hair, grins at the camera. Nursey, tucked in behind Dex with one leg pulled up, has one elbow resting on his knee to place his hand on Dex’s shoulder and the other arm stretched out behind them to drape over Chowder’s shoulder. He is smiling serenely, chin resting on the hand he has in Dex’s shoulder, showing off his dimples. /end ID]

Frog piles are a must

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when one stops the kiss to whisper “I’m sorry, are you sure you-” and they answer by kissing them more Chowder/dex

Dex has seen a lot of beautiful things: sunsets on late summer seas, the awe in the eyes of his favorite babies when they discover something new, tears on the cheeks of his brothers when their kids said their first words. He’s seen art, read poetry, heard music pretty enough to bring him to tears.

He still doesn’t think there’s anything more beautiful than Chris Chow.

He knows he’s been staring too long, but he has Chowder’s attention and his bright grin, and his happy chatter, and really, how can he be expected to look away? They’re sitting side by side in the Reading Room and Chowder is regaling him with some story about a crash he witnessed on campus involving two bicycles, a unicycle, and a skateboarder. Chowder snapped the whole thing when it happened but Dex doesn’t have the heart to tell him.

He laughs in appropriate places and makes thoughtful hums, and gets his fill. He notices that Chowder has freckles from the California sunshine that kissed his skin for eighteen years, he notices that Chowder’s eyelashes are long and fan his cheeks like butterfly kisses when he blinks, he notices that his eyes are a lighter brown than he initially thought they were, and that they’re already crinkling in the corners from the force of his smiles.

Dex notices that somewhere along the line, he fell in love with Chris Chow, and he realizes that another second not kissing him is a second too long.

He cups Chowder’s jaw and interrupts him, as much as he’s loath to do it, kissing him softly. His eyes are closed, but he doesn’t feel Chowder kissing back and he pulls back abruptly.

“Shit, fuck, I’m sorry, I didn’t even ask, you’re probably not even interested, oh my god,” Dex babbles, burying his face in his hands.

“Dex,” Chowder says.

“I know, okay, I’m so sorry, we can just pretend this never happened, no hard feelings.”

“Oh my God, look at me, you drama queen.”

Dex opens his eyes and Chowders cheeks hold a blush and his smile is one of the prettiest he’s given Dex yet. Dex gives a tentative smile back. “Are you sure?”

Chowder answers by leaning forward and slotting their mouths together, careful not to grin into to it too much. Dex gives him soft pecks and drinks in his breathy laughter, and thinks that this might be the most beautiful thing that he’s ever been apart of.

[atlasthemayor]

Chowder being a master at the piano sounds like a detail that could very much be canon (specially him knowing the Jaws theme LMAO)

Characterization was ON POINT here

I really enjoyed their loving banter

Thank you!!!! I LOVED IT!!!!

This sounds cool!

Ship: Polyfrogs

Number: 5

5) Your Daddy’s Son from Ragtime

Music from those hands could Catch you like a spell He could make you love him 'Fore the tune was done

There’s something mesmerizing about Chowder’s hands. The way he plays goalie is kind of eye-catching in itself, but watching him play piano is an entirely other occupation.

Privately, Dex thinks that Nursey buying a baby grand for their Denver apartment wasn’t actually the waste he’d bitched about when he was 22 and stupid and didn’t know what his NHL contract would mean in real life and didn’t know what Nursey’s royalties would come out to in the next couple years.

Privately, Dex is wondering what kind of piano he can get for their house in Maine so that Chowder has something really nice to play in the summer, too.

Nursey’s behind Dex before Dex can move out of the doorway, transfixed as he is by the magic flowing its way out of Chowder’s hands and into the room.

“I know you’re standing there,” Chowder says, still playing, fingers still flying. “There’s furniture in here, babes.”

Dex makes a kind of strangled noise, and he feels Nursey choke on air.

“Not blind, just playing,” their boyfriend adds. “I’ll stop if you keep standing there like weirdos.”

“Uh,” Nursey adds, helpful as always.

Chowder switches to the Jaws theme, which is kind of startling enough to get Nursey moving. 

Dex slides in behind Chowder instead and drapes himself over his boyfriend instead, and Nursey, after a moment, follows him. 

“Piano bench is uncomfortable for hug piles,” Chowder comments, but Dex can feel his smile against his bicep so the point is kind of moot.

“Music rings true to the soul,” Nursey mutters into Chowder’s hair, sounding half-asleep.

“Mhh-hm,” Chowder says, and shares a look with Dex, one that says you’re carrying him and also I love you so much.

“If you weren’t so good we wouldn’t have to hug you,” Dex mumbles gruffly, and Chowder laughs, bright and glad.

“Just remember we have to save our cellys for after games, now,” he tells Dex.

It’s true - since joining the NHL and playing without Nursey and Chowder, Dex has gotten an awful lot ore post-game cuddles, ostensibly to make up for the ones he missed out on in the game, but probably just because his boyfriends are cuddle monsters.

“I’m going to be a pancake, soon,” Chowder says, after a moment, so Dex hauls Nursey into his arms and carries him into their bedroom and into bed, and they all tumble in together, arms around arms and legs over legs, breath mingling and skin touching, love pressed against love.

[birlcholtz]

dex had a massive crush on chowder for at least three weeks in their frog year and that’s a fact

[butchdex]

why is chowder/dex not more popular?? it’s like a ray of sunshine and a little storm cloud falling in love pls

[atlasthemayor]

cricket omg i am gonNA CRY

THIS IS EVERYTHING

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

BEST BIRTHDAY PRESENT EVER

♥️♥️YOU'RE THE BEEEEEEEEST♥️♥️

“It can’t be that simple.”

“Literally just talk to them the next time you’re having a Frog night.”

“Ford. There is literally no way my body will unclench enough for me to get past their names,” Dex whines. “They’re both just so nice and hot and care about my well-being — did I tell you Nursey brought me dinner last night?”

“Twice,” says Ford with a sigh.

Dex plows on without waiting for an answer. “And Chowder called our CS professor on the phone for me when I was sick last week—”

“Dex!” He shuts his mouth, teeth clacking audibly. “They’ve been doing stuff like this for you for as long as I’ve known the three of you. And you do the same sort of things for them. I promise this isn’t one-sided. Or even two-sided. All sides of your Frog triangle are stupidly into each other. Just. Talk. To. Them.”

“But—”

“She’s right,” comes from the doorway. Dex abruptly feels himself blush furiously. Swallowing around a sudden lump in his throat, he turns slowly towards Chowder’s voice. And—

It’s not just Chowder. Nursey is right there next to him, both of them with the softest look on their faces. He vaguely registers Ford’s mutter, “I’ll just go then,”; he’s totally focused on the two people he’s fallen helmet over skates for.

“So…y’all heard all of that?” Dex asks faintly.

Nursey cackles, “Y’all??”

“Shut up, Nursey you said ‘eh’ two minutes ago.”

“Harsh, Chowder, harsh.”

“C’mon, he’s clearly freaking out.”

“I’m not freaking out,” he says. They both shoot him disbelieving looks. “Well, not as much as I could be?” He rubs the back of his neck, mind still stuck on the fact that they’re both here, they’re not running away, they’re not letting him down easy.

“This feels like a longer conversation, and one that needs more comfortable seating,” Chowder says. “The reading room?”

“Ch’yeah. We can grab blankets on the way out. Let’s go!”

Dex is still rooted to the spot. They probably meant him as well, but he doesn’t want to ask and be wrong—

“Coming’ Dexy?”

Dex’s eyes snap up to meet Nursey’s. He’s smiling gently, one hand holding Chowder’s, the other outstretched, waiting for Dex to take.

A shaky inhale. A relieved exhale.

And Dex reaches out, heart racing, towards his future.

Happy Birthday @atlasthemayor !!!