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who should DIE to give applestrike murder trauma
from youngest to oldest:
IVYSTRIPE: youngest warrior. no apprentice or listed family
FROSTCLOUD: mentor of a character i really like. which could equally add or detract to the appeal of killing him
HAILPELT: mentor of an unremarkable character. might be littermates with frostcloud idk
whoever is chosen will Receive personality and relationships and stuff to make them a real person. which isnt very helpful in trying to actually choose who dies i know
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-IF I- UPDATE XVII-638-13
New page of my webcomic, IF I, is up! Click here to read along!
Dinami responds to Ani...now let's hope its good!
#if i#if i (comic)#if i (webcomic)#comic#webcomic#my comic#my webcomic#my art#my characters#my ocs#update#chapter 17#anthro#furry#bunny#rabbit#dinami#dinny#surreal#fantasy#adventure
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Birthday Bubble week 3 for @lions-notice
One more week to go and I can finally perish in peace
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🛠
Send "🛠" and I will reveal some OCs, NPCs, or side characters I have
Dinnis Nadi-Lo, also from my Terratron AU several thousand years after the Autobot vs. Decepticon war ended, at a point when about 60% of humans across the galaxy are techno-organic to lesser or greater degree.
Din's one of the 'greater' category - when he's got his integrated armor packs fully expanded, dude can pass for a small Cybertronian. Hits just as hard as one, too, and with techniques picked up from his very militant family clan. In addition to multiple generations of soldiers and Patrol agents before him, he's also got several honorary Wrecker uncles, who include a lot of visual demonstrations when they get to telling war stories.
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AAAAAAAAAa THAMK YOU.... i somehow dont have any digital art of palespirit other than this where shes still a kit?? but heres a lil family sketch:
i also just made palespirit a toyhouse bio! didnt realize she didnt have one >:0 i love her and her family so much. she has eight kids vschvckKCSKH
shes also heard of hearing, very sensitive to light, and prone to seizures. i love her so much.
the fact that i havent screamed abt applestrike to you is INSANE??? she has a toyhouse page with a description of her story if u wanna look at that :) i dont think asks let u send links but her character id is 5837327.applestrike
I just read her story and OH MY GOD DUDE if you have any palekit bubble and applestrike cute fluffy art PLEASE GIMME *grabby* dude ur characters are so fucking cool wtf.......DUDE yeah
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Secret stupid club part 1
@samy-arts-17
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So, it’s time to rock out in some sheer style! Recently got to work with the incredibly awesome @43501 on these commission illustrations featuring OC Dinny, Static, and Angus. Truly a wicked group of characters, it was really something else being able to get these lively and uber charming personalities out there. Serious respect, thank you so much for working on me with these rad characters!
#43501#acnl#ac#new leaf#acnl fanart#fanart#static#angus#animal crossing#illustration#art#commission#acnl static#acnl angus#dinny#oc#rock#acpc#example1
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My good ol greaser ocs that i’ve been developing with my friend, Finn, for 800 years
from left to right, top to bottom: Dinny Jr (the rat🤑), Denny, Dinny, Danny, and Donny.
With their names, they ultimately form the Greasy D’s (which is where I got my username from!)
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Fic recs💋
All fics below are pedro pascal related😁👇
MASTERLIST IS UPDATED CONSTANTLY
Series:
Adversity - ezra x frankie x reader
In a crowd of thousands - din x reader
Burning hour - din djarin x princess reader
Code of honour - din djarin x reader
For love - pero tovar x reader
Oblivius - frankie x reader
Shadows & starlight - Fae king Ezra x oc reader
After dark - mob boss din x reader
Unknown currents - merman din x reader
Driving mr tovar - modern AU tovar lovestory
Material of a theif - sugar daddy their x reader
Chaser - another mob boss dinny x reader
Little reds shadow - little red riding hood inspired AU tovar x reader
Reputation - regency din x reader
Kernow - painter ezra and bakers daughter with a scenic view
Pornstar din AU - din djarin x reader
Truly, madly, deeply - actor marcus moreno x writer/director reader
Dr Din Djarin - dr Din x first assist to surgeon reader
Sessions series - college din x tutor reader
Weather the storm series - ezra x reader
Knight in beskar armour - knight din x damsel reader
Art of a hunter - painter reader x din djarin
With cherries ontop - maxie phillips x reader (arranged marriage trope-y)
All that I am - oberyn martell x arranged marriage reader
Take your time - oberyn martell x ellia x reader
Cyclist AU series - din djarin x reader
Darkroom din - photographer din x reader
Boxer din AU - din djarin x reader
The prince of dorne - modern casino owner oberyn martrell x reader
Shakespeare in the crest - din djarin x reader
The angel of music - phantom of the opera AU din djarin x opera reader
Forest ranger frankie - forest ranger frankie AU, what more do I have to say!!
Wild, unknown men - roaring 20’s max lord x marcus pike x reader
What would and angel say? - the their x reader
The retreat - maxxie phillips x assistant reader
Desires and complications - dave york x marcus pike x reader
Going back home - Frankie morales x clarie beck
Within the fortnight - din djarin x reader
Always you - din djarin x mando reader
Princess of darkness - hades & persephone AU ezra x reader
El chico del apt 512 - neighbour frankie x reader
Nightrider series - hitman din djarin x reader
The traveler - western au whiskey x reader
Emerald gates - ezra x reader
The sunset sets with you - ezra x reader
Everlong - ezra x nathan bateman x reader
Amoung the stars - din x princess reader
Watch your step - TF mob AU
Drabbles/Oneshots
Hotel dorne - oberyn x reader
Fix you up - mechanic frankie x reader
Have yourself a merry little Christmas - frankie x reader
Grow old with you - proposal frankie!
Frankie EATS - frankie x reader
Maybe its a sign - din djarin x reader
Dishwashers and grocery lists - Marcus pike x reader
Unusual love(rs) frankie morales x dave york x reader
Siren - din djarin x reader
Lucky in love - frankie morales x reader
Rare - dave york x reader
Beovaim - din x ghost reader
Ask for it - Marcus pike x reader
And then we grew up frankie morales x reader
Distractions - din djarin x reader
Trouble - javier peña x reader
You for dinner - frankie morales x reader
My girl - dave york x frankie morales x reader
Nap time - frankie morales x reader
Behind the chippy - dave york x reader
Into the blue - ezra x reader
Whiskey, cigarettes and condoms - Javier peña x reader
Jagged scraps of him - ezra x reader
Paper airplanes - frankie x reader
Drive you crazy - javier peña x reader
Baby, talk to me - max phillips x reader
Unbreakable bond - vamp din! X reader
Warm hands - din djarin x reader
Journey to the east - pero tovar x reader
Whats your favourite scary movie? - scream dave york x reader
Spoiled - din x reader
Boneless - din x reader
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Can I get a uhhhhhhh *checks smudged writing on hand* applestrike with 25?
(If you didnt mean Your OCs with that ask game . um. Oops . I can go again)
#25 was faster n harder by 6arelyhuman! very funny to realize i need to draw my mega serious ferocious desperate warriors oc to this. extremely fun! she deserves to #slay
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7, 18, 24, 42 for the OTP ask game ! Also thank you so much for sending me one ask, I'll reply tomorrow 🥰
Thank you for the Asks!!
Original Post - Obligatory OTP Ask Game
(No rush on replies - we're all here for the fun of it all; means wait until you'll be able to enjoy answering, whenever that may be! ❤️)
Answering for Glen and my OC, Hayden, since my writing basically started with them.
7.) Would they build a pillow fort together just because?
Although Hayden would have an abundance of plushy pillows all about, probably not making forts 'just because'; there are other hobbies that would jump line ahead of this (painting/reading/treks outside/picnics/music). But they wouldn't be opposed to building one if they were taking a turn watching Dinny. This does sound like it would be shenanigans that both Steph and Max would pull though.
18.) How likely are they to have fur babies? How many and what kind?
Kojak was a huge part of their lives, but Stu has accepted guardianship over him now. Currently, they are fur baby-less. But Hayden does love all animals, so it wouldn't be out of the question moving forward. They are also both in the found family, help as needed, mentality so if a fur baby is aquired, there is a high probability (damn near certain) it's a rescue that happened by chance.
24.) Who's more likely to give the other a massage?
While I think massage time would be a rotation between them, I think Hayden would be more likely overall. When Glen picks up a book, and starts reading, it's a natural thing for her to absentmindedly start in on any sore muscles as she loses herself in the story and his voice.
42.) What's their favorite type of weather to enjoy together? (getting snowed in together, watching thunderstorms, etc.)
Sunny, slightly cloudy with a soft breeze - not enough to be a nuisance, but enough to keep off the heat... That's ideal weather for a paint and picnic day. Loading up a backpack or wagon with supplies, food and drinks, some music, and heading out into nature to find something that sparks inspiration. Glen would opt for this all the time.
Rolling thunderstorms with rain of varying degrees would be Hayden's choice. Not much incentive to leave the house, so you make the best. Hot cocoa/tea/coffee, warm snuggly blankets, a couple candles, and a glowing fire in the hearth, all necessary items to accompany the time spent cuddled close telling stories or reading books with the backdrop of rain drops pattering against the windowsills. She'd also give bonus points if they would have a need to leave the house, can enjoy the rediculousness of being out in the pouring rain, and get to enjoy the process of falling into this warm comfort senario together. (Let's get you out of those wet clothes? Forever and always, yes.)
#i love question time#would i like a distraction from life#to think about my favorite blorbo & OC#yes please ❤️
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Me! Me! Me!
Hello! My name is Sock, they/them, 22 and a digital artist! I get bouts of forgetting to post art but I'm trying to change that. Me and @lions-notice have several pairs of ocs together, all with very long lore and their own universes. Nothing would make me happier than if you asked me to talk about them!
My commissions are open! Here are my prices <3 My general tags so far are as follows: #socksscribbles - My art of course #socks helpful - Posts I find to be helpful in some way, mostly art related #socks aesthetic - Various things I like to stare at #socks witchposting - Anything relating to wicca #socks art appreciation - Cool art that isn't mine, go peek! #socks memes - Anything funny, sometimes relating to the ocs OC tags and pairs are these so far: #Thresh #Lurzula #Maximillian #Maggie #Fuzzer #Dinny
I'll add more tags later as more side characters are introduced!
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i have been Thinking about Seeker Fire Emblem again ever since you left tags on my post saying you made him into an oc too. pls tell me ur backstory for him *grabby hands*
listen. if there's one thing i'm good at it's making throwaway bosses with three lines of dialogue into My Character Now
first off for all the normal people reading this there are like three whole facts we have about seeker. 1. hes a bit of a cocky bitch 2. he seems scared of gallians 3. he comes equipped with a demi band, which allows him to half-shift. the rest of what i'm about to say comes entirely out of my silly little clown brain
ANYWAY my headcanon with seeker is the reason why he's leading a crew to plunder ike's ship is that naesala trusts him to lead a charge like that. which is not an easy thing to earn! naesala is, by default, secretive and independent and would rather get his own hands dirty most of the time, but sometimes he's busy doing other things and has to let someone else take charge. given all that i wanted seeker and naesala to have a similar motivation- something that they desperately wanted to protect- so that naesala would have a reason to see seeker as worthy of his trust
that's why i tied seeker's life into another of my OCs, a young raven laguz named dinni. she's his daughter, and he was injured (hence the scar on his face) and his wife was killed when they were raiding a beorc thieves' den and ran up against some feral gallians. given that she's the only family he has left, he's hellbent on providing a good life for her no matter the cost to himself or anyone else. naesala saw this side of him and saw himself in that desperation, and he made seeker one of his right hand men. so yeah, seeker comes off as cocky when he's fighting ike's crew, but in part that's because he's been around naesala so much and he's learned how to use that cockiness to hide his fear.
the demi band was a gift from naesala, because naesala knew he could use its power properly. i imagine that half-shifting is taxing on a laguz's body, but seeker is willing to take that risk if it means protecting what he cares about
i also hc that he settles down a little bit post-PoR and, while he doesn't exactly trust ike and his crew, he at least respects how hard ike fights for what he cares about
#THATS A LOT OF WORDS FOR A GUY WHO SPEAKS LIKE FOUR TIMES#*puts seeker in the pile with kezdah and all the other fe minibosses i've taken as my own*#*honks my little clown nose while doing so*#anyway thank you for letting me ramble about him. he is just a funny little birdman to me#seeker#oc tag
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I drew two of my oldest OCs, StormCloud and Dinnie. As you can see, there is an OBVIOUS difference between the two.
I really like how it came out, because I’ve not drawn proper cats in a long time. I’m really proud of myself!
(Please reblog if you can, it helps more people see my art!)
#my art#teatrash draws#oc#cats#hat#pokemon#shiny#blue#grey#white#green#bandanna#digital drawing#dinnie#StormCloud
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Fic: Iris
For FowlFest2020: Obscure Character Appreciation Day. Iris is actually an OC, but her family is mentioned so... that counts right? Shoutout to @ms-nothingspecial for betaing and listening to me stress about word choice for far too long.
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The fairy shuttle port at Tara was an impressive operation. Ten thousand cubic metres of terminal concealed beneath an overgrown hillock in the middle of the McGraney farm. For centuries, the McGraneys had respected the fairy fort's boundaries and, for centuries, they had enjoyed exceptional good luck.
- Artemis Fowl: The Arctic Incident
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Iris McGraney is born at midnight on a full moon, which for a McGraney is the very best of luck.
The birth goes smoothly and without complications, and Iris is born quietly, wailing briefly to let the world know she’s arrived, before settling on her mother’s chest, quietly basking in the comfort of her family around her.
Iris McGraney is born lucky. Then again, her family always has been.
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When Iris is 7 she gets sick, as children do.
Plans are made to see the doctor in the morning, but McGraneys have a certain way of treating illnesses first that most others don’t.
Iris is well enough to listen to her Dad tell her to keep the bedroom window open all night, even as he bundles her up in blankets and turns the heater on.
He puts a note on the sill along with a single gold nugget, just in case.
“We’ve invited them in before, but it’s better safe than sorry, isn’t it? And you should never ask without offering something in return. It’s rare they take it but it’s only polite.”
The McGraney’s were always digging up gold, especially near the fairy fort. Iris knew it was a secret though, or else everyone would want to come dig on their farm which would make the cows sad.
“Now, go to sleep,” her Dad tells her, tucking her in tight. “You’ll feel better in the morning.”
Iris doesn’t wake all night, and in the morning, the note is gone, the small piece of gold now sitting on her night stand.
Iris picks it up and runs to the kitchen.
“It moved, Daddy!” she announces proudly, the picture of a healthy child. “They didn’t take it but it moved.”
Her father laughs and hugs her.
“That’s how they let us know they were here.”
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When Iris is 14 a severe looking boy in a suit sits down across from her at a cafe she’s in, and puts a phone on the table.
Iris recognises the model, it’s seven months away from being released and the hype is already intense.
“For a moment of your time.”
Iris stares at him.
“My parents are gonna think I fucking stole this.”
The boy sets a letter down on the table as well. Iris has a brother so she ignores the letter at first and continues staring at the boy, hoping to unnerve him. He seems unbothered, maybe he has siblings too. She picks up the paper and reads a very official looking letter from the phone manufacturer congratulating her on being selected to test an early release prototype.
It’s fake of course. Iris isn’t an idiot, she is however a teenager in a tiny village with not much going for it. In short, she’s bored and whatever the hell this is, it’s interesting. Also her parents don’t know shit about technology or how major releases work.
She shoves the phone in her backpack.
“What do you want?”
“The fairy fort on your property, I want to know about it.”
Iris raises her eyebrows, that’s hardly top-secret information.
“I don’t know, man, it’s been there for ages. We take care of it, respect the boundaries, and we get lucky.”
“In just the past fifty years your family has uncovered a lost work of Holbein the Younger, a sword owned by Íriel Fáid and seven seperate stores of gold. You’ve also never lost an animal to bovine spongiform encephalopathy in all the history I could find of your farm.”
Well it was more gold than that at last count but they’d stopped being so vocal about it and also-
“Yeah... what’s that last one?”
The kid gives her a disdainful and patronising look. “Mad cow disease.”
“Right.��� This dude is a dick. “Like I said. Lucky.”
“It seems a bit more than lucky.”
Iris shrugs. “Look man, you don’t need to believe in the People if you don’t want but you’re in the wrong town. We eat that shit up here, the Hill of Tara borders our farm, there’s three fairy-dedicated gift shops in this village alone.”
He looks interested now though, leaning forward in his seat.
“The People?”
His eyes are weirdly intense, Iris can’t wait to tell her friends about this. Orla is super into vampires right now, she’s going to love it.
“Fairies, the fae, the fair folk, aos sí, whatever you want to call them. Maybe it is just luck, I’ve never seen one-” She frowns, a memory bubbling up then she shakes her head, brushing off a dream of a small winged figure on her windowsill one night. “The People is what my grandparents called them though. Capital P.”
“What else did your grandparents tell you about them? Did they have any superstitions specific to your family?”
Iris doesn't even need to think on that one.
“Grandpa Rob had this thing where he would make everyone wash their hands after we came back from church. Said it was not to harm the People with the holy water, but no one else I know does that, even the Creideamh Sí families.That means -”
“The Fairy Faith,” he interrupts. “Yes, I’m aware. I’ll need to know anything else your family knows about them.”
He pulls a laptop out of his bag which looks like nothing Iris has ever seen and her family is pretty well-off (selling lost works or art tends to help).
“This is getting to be more than a moment, dude.”
“I can take the phone back.”
Iris laughs, he’s not wrong that the phone is worth more than a short conversation, but the threat is just plain funny coming from a pre-teen who looks like he’d never seen the sun in his life and a stiff breeze would knock him over.
The man standing behind him, who Iris initially assumed was his dad but now isn’t so sure, clears his throat and there’s something in the way he does it, or maybe the way he glances down at her, that makes it very clear this tiny undertaker looking child would be leaving with either his answers, or the phone.
If Iris were older or wiser, she would be suitably unsettled but today she just waves a hand at the mountain of a man.
“Chill, I don’t mind, just weird to be honest.”
“You’re welcome to whatever opinion you please so long as you answer all of my questions with as much detail as possible. Now, tell me more about the holy water.”
This phone better be worth it. (It is.)
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When Iris is 19 the world ends.
Kinda.
Her PlayStation is ruined at least which is annoying as shit.
More importantly, the fairy fort is gone and there’s an actual fucking fort there.
“I always thought it would be a bit less… concrete.”
She’s not sure who she’s talking to, her brother’s moved to London and her parents are out at lunch with friends. But it’s rather the sort of day where Iris thinks she might not believe anything at all if she keeps it just in her head.
The door gives a loud bang and Iris yells and leaps backwards. The banging continues and she realises there’s someone on the other side.
“Are you okay?’ she calls, trying to keep the sudden nervousness in her chest from coming through the words.
“There’s a fire in here, and the suppression systems aren’t working.”
Iris takes several long breaths, processing several things. One, her family is not mad, fairies do exist. Two, they do in fact have a fort on their farm. Three, she might be about to meet them for real. Four, it’s kinda ugly and dull, she expected a bit more… magical?
She looks up to try and centre herself and catches sight of a plane, trailing smoke and flying disturbingly low before it disappears over a hill. In the distance there’s the sound of thunder.
Right, the world is possibly ending, perhaps that should be higher on the list. That part is plain not registering in her head.
She tells herself she imagined the plane, there’s no room in her head to process the alternative right now.
“Who are you anyway?”
Iris’ head snaps back up at the question. Right, fairies trapped in a burning building. Focus.
“Iris McGraney! Stand back, I’ll kick the door in.”
“This door is built to withstand more than you, human.”
Iris frowns, annoyed. “You prefer to suffocate?”
There’s a long pause then, from what sounds like a distance, the voice calls back, “Alright, give it a go.”
Iris is a farmgirl through and through. She’s been stacking hay and climbing fences and eating well her entire life, she wouldn’t be carrying the Dinnie Stones any time soon but she could best all the local boys in an arm wrestle and carry a small calf several fields if she had too.
Her first kick connects with a satisfying crack. The second gives more of a crunch and on the third the door snaps and slams inwards. It’s a pretty cool moment, Iris wishes the day wasn’t so surreal so she could bask in it more.
Smoke starts to billow out as soon as it meets the outside air and there’s a lot of yelling and organised panic as thirty-odd fairies of differing colours and various sizes of small come pouring out, most coughing.
One, in an official looking uniform, makes a line for Iris.
“You’re a fairy,” she tells him.
“Yes, a gnome if we’re getting technical.” He pulls out a handkerchief and starts dabbing at his forehead. “Thanks for that, by the way, Frond only knows what’s going on. One moment we’re getting the call that Haven’s locking down the next the electronics start sparking and melting off the walls.”
“The same thing happened in the house.” Iris tells him, rapidly compartmentalising, there was far too much to take in today. Fairies sure, but gnomes? She pushes it in a box for later. “My phone melted, and the TV almost started a fire.”
The gnome shakes his head worriedly. “This is not good, not good. No contact with Haven and all our tech going bust. I bet it’s that Koboi pixie somehow, right crazy one she is.”
Iris nods for a moment, then shakes her head. “No, I don’t know what that means.”
“Not good, is what it means.”
Iris looks across the fields to several columns of smoke rising in the distance, the further she looks in every direction the more there are.
Not good at all.
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When Iris is 32 her parents die.
It’s sudden and so plain, after a life of quiet magic and unrelenting luck. Her mother took a turn too fast and hit a patch of ice.
They didn’t suffer at least.
She blames the People at first, but even as the anger bubbles inside her she knows it’s only grief behind it. She’s learnt over the years they’re just people themselves, no capital letter. They can do extraordinary things but miracles are miracles for a reason.
After the wake is passed and the friends gone home, her brother reluctantly back across the channel, promising to call that same night, Iris is at a loss.
She had expected to be but still.
The knocks at the door are so frequent she doesn’t even startle when another comes. She’s not sure she’s in a mood for more well-wishers but she’s not doing well alone either so- she sighs and goes to open the door.
On the other side is a black-haired man in a three-piece suit, still pale but Iris felt less concern now that he might combust if the sun ever does manage to find him.
“Artemis Fowl, I didn’t expect us to meet again.”
“You remember me.” He doesn’t seem surprised.
“Being interrogated by a ten year old tends to stick in a girl’s mind.”
He smiles. “I was 12.”
Iris invites him in and makes tea.
It’s a welcome distraction right now because you have to be living under rock in Ireland not to know how just very extraordinary Artemis Fowl the Second is. Three doctorates, Time Man of the Year at 22, already one Nobel Prize and smart money’s on a second soon.
If anyone could have done it at 12… well.
For a moment she almost hesitates, but Artemis gives her a real smile, as if he already knows what’s on her mind.
(In the years ahead she will come to know him well enough to realise that’s exactly the case.)
She hands him a cup and sits down.
“Tell me, Dr. Fowl, did you ever find the People?”
#artemis fowl#fowlfest2020#artemis fowl fanfic#prompt: suggests named characters#me: but what if that one family briefly mentioned just that one time and never referred to again#fanfic#fanfiction#do you know how long it's been since i posted a fic#like damn
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