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@danthesnuggleman || Closed When your partner was a seven foot tall, massive tiger- it was a little hard to ignore him. Especially as Arin nuzzled his large nose against Dan's side, nearly knocking the man over. He wrapped massive paws around Dan's middle, pulling his back flush against a patch of white, soft tum. Arin was decent, and wore pink pajama bottoms- though they were quite small on his frame. Oh well. "Daaaaaan," Arin whined, resting his muzzle atop the other's head, huffing lightly.

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They hadn’t quite talked about it much. Other than the initial proposal, and some curt nods to ‘eventually’, any plans of an actual wedding hadn’t been made. 

Until recently.

With some help of their friends, and one who happened to be ordained, the idea of a ceremony became incredibly possible, and before Arin knew it, he was watching some of his closest friends set up backyard tables. Brian had been paired with Arin, and Barry with Dan, with the stipulation neither were to see one another until ‘it was time.’

Arin was still in a partial state of disbelief. It wasn’t anything huge by any means- their closest friends, and few family, were there. Holly and Suzy had gotten together a semi-decent cake, which Arin wasn’t allowed to see yet. Brian had let him in the backyard, but was fussing with him to get dressed.

Arin swept his hand through his bangs, and looked over toward the older man, though still watching Ross and Holly set up something out of the corner of his eye.

“This is crazy, man,” he laughed, nervously. “Just a few weeks ago we were going about this, and... Now it’s really happening.”

Barry, who was accompanying Dan inside the house- separating the couple as far as their property would allow them- nudged Dan.

“C’mon, bud. You gonna be ready soon?” He asked, leaning on the wall outside of the bedroom, as to give the other space.

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@danthesnuggleman || closed 9:00 PM, on the dot, was when the power flickered off. Arin groaned- he'd been curled up beside Dan on the couch, watching The Voice with him. He liked watching people sing, and listening to Dan if he knew the words. "Fuck, man," Arin sat up, looking around their now pitch black house. "You... don't have a lighter on you, do you? Ex-stoner and all," Arin teased, as he stood up from the couch. They kept candles in a utility closet, next to the breaker box. They weren't fancy ones, or ones with intricate scents. Just plain, white wax candles. However, without a source of light, Arin shimmied to the back of the couch where he rested against it.

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@danthesnuggleman || Closed

“Dan, I can’t-”

Arin nearly threw the Playstation controller down, tilting his head back. He was literally on the game’s last leg, right around the corner to the big climax, and he was too angry with it to go on.

“This- this- This isn’t acceptable. In any fuckin’ standard, man.” Arin groaned, softly, hands dropping to his lap. 

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Arin's mouth was dry. He sat in the tub, facing the showerhead, feeling boiling water pelt like a harsh rain down on him. His clothes were soaked through, but he didn't care. Being naked was out of the question. His back slumped against the tile behind him, and his head rested back, though uncomfortably. His hair was barely out of his face, slicked and messy. Arin hadn't had so much as water in three days, and he felt awful inside. And outside. His workspace was a mess, his phone was at eleven percent. He hadn't bothered with the charger. He'd missed three Grump sessions. But he didn't want to bother. The office would manage. The world would manage. They had the company card and could order food. It worked out. So Arin sat still, until the water ran cold, but didn't move. This was his life. This was how he chose to live it.

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@danthesnuggleman When left to his own devices in the cold of winter, a certian Dragon decided to invade three wine barrels. At first, he didn't know what they were. He was in search of a snack, when he started drinking at the aged, sweetened liquid. But then his face began to feel warm; and before Arin knew it, he was swaying and hiccuping. The dragon laid on his side, eyes zoned out, having barely made it to the fire. Wine staned his lips and neck, and the open barrels left tossed in the kitchen. It was certianly a sight to see.

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@danthesnuggleman "So," Arin paced around the corner, holding up a bottle of sparkling cider. "There's a hot bath with salts and candles waiting for you," he hummed, looking toward Daniel as he held out the bottle. "And one fiancé to join you if you give me ten minutes first. Gotta rub one out," he joked, stepping forward to press a gentle kiss to the other's forehead. He knew Dan wasn't feeling well, and he knew some tricks on how to help. At least, he hoped it would.

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Dominik curled in around himself, hands gripping tightly at opposite elbows. His head was resting against his knees, and his shoulders trembled with every breath out. He couldn't help the slight gasp of air that sometimes sounded, almost scaring himself. Dom closed his eyes, scrunching up his face as he tried to force himself to calm down. He hated this feeling.

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They had a recording session planned. More Mario, as per fan request. Arin had gone into the kitchen for some snacks, and came back with an apple and a bag of generic chips. He tended to keep sparkling water in the recording room, so he wouldn’t have to make trips during sessions out of the room.

However, as soon as he entered the recording room, on his way to the couch where the controller and timer waited for him, Arin felt his head go light. He’d been swaying a little throughout the day, convinced it was too much sleep or an awkward headache, but before he knew it, his legs buckled and he fell to the floor with an ungraceful thwap.

He groaned, eyes squeezed shut, head spinning. He couldn’t, Arin found, force himself to sit up, or even stand for that matter.

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@danthesnuggleman Sometimes, snacks were brought home from the office. Quite often, actually. So when Arin ate nearly half a plate of brownies chauffeured home after a day of recording, it wasn't until a few hours later that the man was splayed back on the couch, eyes dialated, breathing slowly. Ross had sent him a few texts, and didn't get a response, so he texted Dan instead, hoping he'd have an answer. [Text: Ross- hey, danny, you didn't bring home the plate in the fridge did you? Text: Ross- was for a party tonight. can't find them]

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Here. I know it's not digital or the most detailed comic, but... it was a vent.

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“No,” Arin replied, although solemnly. There was a patch of scales on the right side of his muzzle that had been torn away; probably to be sold. The attacker was probably meaning to kill both ancient sorcerer and dragon, and raid the home of which they lived.

It looked bruised, under the natural fade of pale pink and rich browns that the dragon’s scales naturally held. It extended from under his eye to the side of his jaw, like his head had been slammed down against the earth. There was also an outline, sprouting like roots of a tree, spread across his left wing- where he’d shielded Daniel from another attack after he’d fallen unconscious. 

Luckily enough, the leather between bony spines of a dragon’s wings could withstand such a shock. It remained sore, and Arin would have to avoid flight for a few days. 

“He’s dead,” Arin informed. He had been sitting upright, haunches flexed, instead of laying naturally on his belly with his arms folded in front of him. His wings were still slightly extended, one halfway curled around Daniel protectively.

“I got rid of the corpse. Checked around. He was alone,” he added.

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“You’re still on the beach, lady! You’re not gonna find anything fun there!” Peter softly flew down, hovering a few inches off the sand in front of Lucinda. He tilted his head, studying the other carefully.

“I think the fairies of Neverland were a little too curious about you, Miss. But you’re a grown-up. You aren’t supposed to be here.” Peter scrunched up his nose as he got closer, leaning forward and really studying her features. He leaned back, flying a few feet away, hovering just over the shoreline, and folded his arms across his chest. 

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@danthesnuggleman Dominik hadn't done anything too wrong. Just a breaki-n to a bakery to steal a satchel full of equisite pasteries. The house didn't have excellent food in it all the time, and neither really knew how to cook all to well. It was bound to happen, and Dominik would've gotten away with it if it weren't for his horns knocking into a carousel of glass cups. It shattered, allerting a nearby guard, who dragged the satyr by his horns into the street, knowing exactly whose watch he was supposed to be under sans the kings' orders. He'd heard the guards speaking to Daniel, but once he was released, he immediately made way for home, sneaking a single eclair from the satchell before it was emptied. He ate it on the way home, and relaxed back on the cot, groaning. "Would've gotten away with it, too," he huffed.

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There's anti/sep/ticeye, so... I made an anti version of Dominik. I think I want to call him Nicholas?

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“C'mon, Daniel!” Arin whined, nudging his muzzle against the other’s side. “It’s all hallows eve. I know it’s a human tradition to dress up, but you’re part human.”

The dragon gently nudged a pot of homemade paint toward the other. It was blue, with specks of fake gold flakes in it.

“I’d paint my own face but I’d gouge an eye out. Surely you’re going to come adventure with me, huh? Besides, the humans can think I’m a clever costume if I don’t get too close. We don’t have to go to the city, but… I want to try their sweets.”

Arin couldn’t deny Dan took pretty decent care of him. The two indulged sometimes, but Arin never got to have more modern foods. And he’d heard an awful lot about human candy and how far it had evolved.

“If you come with me, I’ll take you to the Unicorn hollow in the forest. Sound like a deal?”