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valsnonsense · 10 months ago
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The Broppy Family
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"Iris is the ONLY one looking at the camera..."
And here we have it! The Broppy family portrait! This took me so long to make why did I give them so many kids!!!
But I'm so proud of this piece aaaaaa I love seeing all my babies lined up. I'm so sorry to the triplets they're just kinda shoved in the back xD
But a brief history on the family itself! Poppy and Branch started having kids pretty soon after they were married. They knew they wanted a big family, but they were NOT prepared for how big it would get.
First the universe hit them with the triplets, Choco, Vanilla, and Strawberry. Names after the three basic flavors of ice cream to correspond with their coat colors. It's very normal for the offspring of royal Pop trolls to come in a wide variety of colors not seen on their parents, especially if they're Rainbow Trolls.
Broppy knew they wanted more kids after the triplets, but they were not expecting how many would come after them. Apple, Oran, Lemon, Lime, Blueberry, and Grape were all incubated and hatched at the same time. A whopping SIX EGGS sittin' on Branch's head. And while they were so happy for the big family it would bring, there were a LOT of complications that came with it.
The more eggs that incubate, the more energy and stress it puts on the parent. So having a whopping six eggs basically left Branch bed bound for the entire incubation period. With almost 90% of his energy going to his eggs, there's was hardly any left for himself, leaving him vulnerable to sickness and fatigue. The Pop Kingdom and Pop side of Trollstopia was run by Viva during that time, since Poppy refused to leave Branch's bedside. But thankfully, all six eggs hatched without a hitch and Branch recovered just fine. He does have a permanent part in his hair where the eggs sat tho, kinda like the Troll equivalent of stretch marks.
After the sextuplets, Branch and Poppy were ready to call it quits on the kids department. I mean they had NINE children to watch over now, so they def got the big family they wanted. But the universe decided to throw them one last baby, Iris. She was a pleasant surprise to them, especially given her unique color, but after her Branch finally threw in the towel ("Poppy I'm not having anymore kids I can't feel the top oF MY HEAD-")
Branch and Poppy adore all of their babies to hell and back, and love walking around their kingdom flaunting all their kids around (LOOK AT ALL THE THINGS WE MADE)
As for why the sextuplets are so short compared to the triplets, I like to think that Trolls don't stop growing till theyre well in their 20s, since Branch's brothers all grew more after they left.
So the triplets are all done growing, but the sextuplets still have a bit to go, hence the being so short despite being adults. And well Iris is only 13 xD
But that's all! I hope you guys enjoys my Broppy family! I'll started posting my Cliva kids tomorrow (don't worry they don't have NEARLY as many hdjsbddhdb)
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companionsofusall · 1 year ago
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Every day i try to go thru prev tags and i get really sad when i cant :/ i like seeing what ppl say.
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ofthecaravel · 5 months ago
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Brandy
Chapter Eight
Summary: Years after Sam gets his sailor, big plans are hatched and tensions arise as Daniel attempts to keep a secret.
Tags: Lotsa crying (both good and bad), anxiety, insecurity, illusions to saucy shit, overall a very very good happy time though I swear
Words: 9.2k
A/N: SURPRISE SHAWTYS you know I couldn't leave this one alone for too long. Here's a little follow up. Enjoy!
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“This is honestly going better than I expected.”
Jake gave a muffled little laugh from behind the wide, felt brim of his hat, which he was holding to cover his face as he sat on the very edge of the couch. Josh, on the other hand, made no acknowledgement of the teasing, simply continuing to keep his face buried in his hands while his chest sputtered with dramatic little sobs. Jake reached blindly to the side and his hand found clumsy purchase on Josh’s back, giving him a sympathetic pat as Clarice the chicken pecked gently at Josh’s curls. 
Daniel stood awkwardly in front of them, wringing his hands nervously as he had been doing from nearly the moment he’d woken up that morning. He hadn’t even said very much to them, but if he was being honest, he’d definitely expected far more drama from the both of them combined after he’d told them his thoughts. Daniel had gotten used to the high energy hysterics that they seemed to draw from each other, which had seemed so unusual at first considering that the cool, swashbuckling Jake that he had gotten to know was jovial yet never ridiculous. But Josh so easily riled him up and Daniel found their mania a comfort when he spent time at the Kiszka residence, which was nearly every day despite it being a 15 minute walk from his inn. 
He’d made that walk earlier in much less time, channeling his anxiety into speed and then shuddering babbles as he’d burst through the door and instructed them to sit down and listen. What he’d said was very simple and straightforward and went something along the lines of Hello, so, basically, you’re aware I’ve spent the last 5ish years dating/falling in love with/wrangling your brother, Sam, I guess I don’t need to say his name because we all know him, obviously, anyways, but I was sort of thinking that since he lives with me at the inn now that the next step would be for me to, uh, well, ask him to…marry me. Officially. But I wanted to ask you guys first if I, uh, have your blessing. Considering you’re his family and I’d actually really like it if you ended up being mine too. Yes. Okay. That was what I wanted to say. 
They had, of course, immediately burst into synchronous spells of tears, which Daniel took as a positive answer while they fumbled to hide their rosy, contorted faces.
“Christ,” Jake finally said, his voice thick with emotion but clearly desperate to answer with levity. “Daniel, you don’t even need to ask. But it means so much that you did.”
“So much,” Josh repeated, barely coherent through his tears. He straightened from a dramatic slouch to a dramatic backwards lean, turning his face to the ceiling and attempting to fan his tears away with his hands.
“You’re already family,” Jake insisted, reaching out to Daniel and taking his hand to pull him closer. “And- wow, your hand is sweaty, ew -you’ve been family since I first met you on that shabby old ship off the coast of God knows where. I loved you then, I love you now, and I think Sam is going to actually lose his mind when you ask.”
“If you two are reacting like this at the mere prospect, I feel like I should be expecting him to have a full blown meltdown,” Daniel laughed, flushing at the concept as Jake gripped his hand passionately and kept borderline uncomfortable eye contact with Daniel.  
Something that Daniel loved so dearly about Jake was his fierce sincerity, and he felt it hard in that moment as they grinned at each other. Without Jake’s friendship, Daniel never would have gained a certain kind of confidence that had made him reliable on the ship and assured within himself. When Daniel had first met Jake and the rest of their crew, he had been a seasick, homesick shrinking violet that had to be coerced into talking. And Jake, who was being slowly driven nuts without the perpetual chatter of his brothers, was more than happy to be the one to poke and prod Daniel until his guard was down. It was after Jake had worn Daniel down and nurtured his shy laughter into raucous babbling that Jake had known he had to bring him home to Sam…but that’s a fact that Jake would save for the wedding. That reminiscence was at the forefront of Jake’s mind as they held to each other.
“Sam is going to fucking explode,” Josh blurted tearfully, his weeping finally giving way to laughter that punched out of his chest and infected Jake and Daniel too. Jake released his grip on Daniel and slumped backwards against Josh, who received him with an “oof” and set off a chain reaction of bantering back and forth between the two. Daniel listened fondly, wringing his hands with increasing fervor as he remembered that his speech wasn’t quite finished. Jake noticed Daniel’s notorious nervous tic and calmed again, sitting up straight and arching an eyebrow.
“What?” Jake asked. “What now?”
“I, well, I kinda wasn’t done,” Daniel explained meekly. “There was something else I wanted to ask about.”
“Do you need a ring guy? ‘Cause I know a guy,” Josh piped up brightly, quickly mirroring Jake’s posture and grinning. 
“He does not know a guy, he knows a guy who knows a guy,” Jake clarified, rolling his eyes and pinching Josh’s side. “Or at least that’s what he says.”
“Why would he lie?” Josh scoffed, smacking Jake’s hand away and shoving at his cheek. “You like him.”
“Yeah, well, you like like him, huh?”
“Shut up!”
“Guys!” Daniel interjected, clapping his hands. “Hi!”
“Hi, sorry, yes,” Jake cleared his throat, waving his hands as if to clear away a spiderweb. “You were asking something.”
“I was, yes, okay, so,” Daniel started, wiping his sweaty palms on his shorts and gearing himself up. “So. I was thinking. That. Maybe. Jake, would you be interested in being my best-”
“Yes!” Jake yelled, flying to his feet and hurling his full body weight at Daniel, who caught him with a wheezing laugh. Josh stayed on the couch with an anticipatory look, holding his hands out like he was waiting to receive a first class package. 
“AND?” Josh blurted, clearly anxious about the assignment Daniel was going to entrust him with.
“Josh, would you want to marry us?” Daniel asked gently, dividing his attention between patting Jake on the back and scanning Josh’s face. Josh’s eyes, already red and heavy from tears, began to glitter again and his lip quivered. There was a flicker of confusion as well, and Daniel jumped to tend to it.
“It’s just, I can’t think of anyone else that I’d want to do that,” Daniel further explained. “For us, I mean. I can’t say I’ve ever pictured myself getting married at a church and I know you guys have never been religious, so…I choose you.”
“I’m not a priest, honey,” Josh whispered, voice thick with awed emotion. “It wouldn’t, you know, count.”
“Well, I think any rites you’d do would hold a lot more weight than any performed by someone actually ordained,” Daniel smiled, hot in the face like he always was whenever he explained his thought process. It suddenly sounded very silly now that he’d said it out loud and he began to think of a backup plan, but then Josh was leaping to his feet and tackling Daniel in a hug of his own and he realized that probably wouldn’t be necessary.
“Of course,” Josh accepted, struggling to wrap his arms properly around both Daniel and Jake, who was still firmly cemented to Daniel’s chest. “Of course. God, it’d be an honor. I promise not to fuck it up.”
“Same here,” Jake agreed, giving Daniel another squeeze. “I’m gonna write the best speech you’ve ever heard.”
“I don’t doubt that for a minute,” Daniel laughed, a warm light burning in his chest and making his face ache with a smile. “Just try and keep it under 10 minutes.”
Jake paused.
“I am not going to make that promise.”
They all gave a laugh in their varying harmonies and stayed in their embrace, Daniel allowing the love from his friends to pass through him. With this rare silence, Daniel closed his eyes and basked in his gratitude. Just outside he could hear a squall of seagulls flying overhead, somewhere beyond it the pluck of a fiddle from the instrument repair shop that Jake had impulsively bought a guitar from a few years prior and hadn’t put down since. In the house, the windows were open and let a cool breeze wash over him and these men he felt beyond grateful to call his closest friends and soon his brothers. 
Getting lost in the moment, Daniel indulged in his fantasy of this perfect wedding day he was working towards and the parts they would play: Jake, wine drunk and flushed, flailing about theatrically as he delivered a speech that was equal parts lecture about the sanctity of true love and embarrassing stories about the grooms. Josh undoubtedly fighting a warble in his voice through his entire faux sermon, one that he painstakingly crafted for months on end and will certainly complain about not being any good despite it being beyond beautiful. 
And Sam. God, Daniel couldn’t even begin to imagine how he’d look, what he’d say. The prospect of it had the creeping ache of tears pressing on Daniel’s throat and at the back of his eyes. All he could manage was fleeting imaginings of Sam’s hand in his as they stepped into their first dance, or the sensation of Sam smiling into a kiss at the altar while their eardrums are blown to bits by the ferocity of the cheers from the audience. It’d all be perfect. A swan song from all the hardship they’d faced before they’d even been together officially and the gentlest, softest beginning of the rest of their lives. Calm. Peaceful. Quiet, even.
“‘Sup, fuckers!”
With a startling bang, the door was thrown open and Sam’s peppy voice filled the previously serene room. In the years they’d been together, Daniel had watched Sam come alive in a way he couldn’t feasibly describe. It could be felt in the way he dragged a certain electricity with him from room to room, something practically visible with every movement. Daniel could see it when he bounced in the house then, a sort of colorful blur at the borders of Sam that kept Daniel transfixed to him wherever he went. His face was already warm with a smile that reached his eyes and appled his cheeks, and Daniel for a moment forgot just what kind of strange position he was about to be caught in as he let the sight of Sam settle over him like sunlight. However, he was cold a second later when Sam finally looked at the strange amalgamation his brothers and Daniel had become and his bright expression was soured in an instant. 
“What the hell are you doing?” Sam asked in an incredulous tone, his eyebrow raising sassily when Jake and Josh peeled themselves off of Daniel a little too fast to not be suspicious.
“We…” Daniel began, making brief panicked eye contact with Jake as he struggled to come up with a story. “Josh…had a bit of bad news and we were all hugging to make him feel a little better.”
“I’d say it worked,” Jake added on, nodding confidently and gripping Josh’s shoulder. “He’s pulling through.”
“I’m pulling through,” Josh finished with a bit of an amused waver to his voice that Jake dispelled with a dig of his nails into Josh’s skin. “From my bad news, I mean. Everything is fine, really, don’t worry about me.”
“It was just some moral support,” Daniel continued, trying to give Sam a calm smile that ultimately he knew he wouldn’t buy.
“What’s wrong?” Sam questioned with his brows still furrowed critically. 
Daniel and the twins all exchanged a split second nervous look, with Josh begging for help with a slight squint of his eyes and Daniel and Jake returning it with apologetic silence.
“It’s just…Clarice,” Josh began unsteadily, feigning a pained look with uncanny quickness. “She’s not been doing so hot and I’m worried.”
From across the room, Clarice was hopping merrily from the top of the couch to the cushions over and over, clearly swept up in the excitement of playing and clearly in good health. Sam regarded her for a long moment and looked back to Josh with unrestrained scrutiny, squinting his eyes at Josh’s act of agony. 
“You’ve been crying,” Sam noted coolly. “What about?”
“Clarice! I just said Clarice,” Josh wailed, smacking his hand against his forehead and looking at Clarice like it was the last time he ever could. “My Clarice…”
“What fucking ever,” Sam grumbled, rolling his eyes and landing his gaze on Daniel. “Do we have everything we need for dinner tonight?”
“I think so,” Daniel answered happily, hoping he was masking his body’s involuntary sigh of relief at Sam dropping the topic so quickly. “Was there anything special?”
“I think we just needed, like, yogurt or honey for the dessert.”
“I have honey!” Josh offered. 
“Don’t get him fucking started on the fucking honey,” Jake lamented as Josh dropped his pitiful performance and scurried off to the kitchen to dig in a cabinet. “I can’t hear one more story about how ‘the cute honey guy’ looked at you while you weren’t looking but were actually looking or whatever.”
“He, like, super definitely did, though.”
“It might not even need honey, I was just saying that it might need honey,” Sam interjected. 
As they all watched Josh pull jar after jar of honey out of a low cabinet like a clown pulling silks from his sleeve, Sam finally migrated over to where Daniel stood. When Jake sighed and went to Josh’s side to bicker about where they placed the recipe for the fancy Friday dinner they’d planned, Sam reached out and clung to Daniel’s arm with his cheek burrowed into his bicep. This was something Sam had done from the very start and it still made Daniel’s stomach flip. 
“Hi,” Daniel whispered to the top of Sam’s head. 
“Hi,” Sam whispered back, looking up at Daniel through his lashes. “Everything all good at the inn tonight?”
“Yes, indeed,” Daniel affirmed, kissing Sam’s forehead. “Apparently those rowdy sailors from Greenland left this afternoon, so they won’t be any more trouble.” 
“Aw, all of them? Even the one with the two different colored eyes?”
“All of them, as far as I know.”
“Man. He was kind of cool.”
“You’re just trying to make me jealous.”
“Is it working?”
Daniel let out a laugh through his nose and kissed Sam’s forehead again before he dug his fingers into his side to make him yelp and wiggle away. 
“Not at all,” Daniel replied with a chuckle.
“I’m gonna kill you,” Sam answered, covering his side with his hand and smacking blindly at Daniel with the other. A smile split his face again and Daniel drank it in.
“And I’m gonna marry you,” is what he replied in his head, but out loud, Daniel only scoffed. He went after Sam for another jab and gave chase when Sam squealed and ran in the opposite direction, eventually losing the thought as he fell into the hectic atmosphere of the Kiszka household on a Friday evening.
-
Lucky for Daniel, he never had to take Josh up on his “ring guy” offer. He already had one. 
Truth be told, Daniel had had a ring on hand for an embarrassingly long amount of time. Since that agonizing year where he’d been at sea and oceans apart from Sam, in fact. A few days after getting Jake and Josh’s blessing, Daniel bowed to the compulsion to check the hiding spot the ring had been nestled in since the day he came back and hastily moved into the inn. It was a little risky considering Sam was in the shower and not far away like Daniel usually preferred him to be when he checked in on the ring, but Daniel just had to look at it. The anticipation of the actual proposal was killing him and he could only be soothed by the ritual of pulling the little velvet box free from the handkerchief it was wrapped in, which was in turn hidden in the inside pocket of a coat hung in the very back of his closet. Listening closely to the rush of water hitting the tile behind the bathroom door, Daniel popped open the lid and smiled at the ring. It wasn’t anything flashy, but it was damn near perfect in Daniel’s eyes: a simple rounded diamond surrounded by a halo of little pearls, all set on a silver band. Looking at it, he remembered wandering into a jewelers when they’d docked in Italy with the ring in tow, pulling it out and stumbling through a request in broken Italian to resize it. The jeweler had spoken a few words of English and they managed to get through the transaction without much issue, and Daniel remembered how he’d told Daniel that whoever was going to be on the receiving end of the ring was a very lucky person. The irony was not lost on Daniel when the jeweler informed him that the ring was, if Daniel’s feeble understanding of Italian wasn’t mistaken, made in “the siren style”. Daniel could’ve told him about how the lucky person was a siren themselves, but he just wished him well and pocketed the ring again.
“Done!” Sam announced from the bathroom, sending a shock of panic through Daniel as he fumbled stuffing the ring back into its box and springing into action to shove it back in the closet. 
“I’ve missed you!” Daniel responded weakly, his hands shaking slightly as he struggled to wrap the handkerchief around the box. His body was half hidden in the closet when Sam strolled out of the bathroom, towel around his waist and a comb being dragged through his wet hair. He’d cut it recently so that it reached just past his shoulders, and he often wore it in a ponytail to combat the stiff summer heat that had settled over the town in the past month. When Daniel had successfully jammed the coat and its secret treasure back where it belonged, he turned around and was happy to see Sam’s hair loose and already beginning to curl slightly from the humidity.
“Lose something?” Sam asked innocently, looking around Daniel into the darkness of the closet. 
“Nope, just putting a shirt away,” Daniel lied, closing the closet behind him with a smidge too much enthusiasm. “How was your shower?”
“Rejuvenating,” Sam sang with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “Energizing, even.”
“Yeah?” Daniel countered, casually leaning back against the door and crossing his tattooed arms over his chest.
“Yeah,” Sam flirted, looking Daniel up and down where he relaxed in his comfortable outfit of shorts and a thin tank top. “Would you be interested in taking advantage of this burst of energy before I go clock in?”
In the past few years, after Josh had mercifully yet begrudgingly hired some non-familial help around the Caravel, Sam had been splitting his time between the bar and working the front desk of the inn. Seeing as it was only a few steps from their front door, Sam and Daniel were in a continuing game of how close they could cut it before Sam had to run to the desk as the clock hit the hour on the head. Despite their ever growing catalog of games and running jokes they shared, this one was an undoubted favorite.
“I’d be extremely interested,” Daniel purred, straightening and closing the distance between them. “I think I can get you there at 5:58 on the dot this time. Plenty of time to get to the desk and lovingly tend to our guests.”
“You’re on,” Sam responded, already breathless as he wrapped his arms around Daniel’s neck. “Loser buys dinner.”
“I always buy dinner no matter what.”
“Loser.”
Daniel laughed and kissed Sam, one arm circling Sam’s waist to keep him close and the other reaching down to loosen the towel. After all was said and done, Sam would cheerfully wobble down to the lobby and Daniel would slip out to talk with Josh about a restock of Kiszka Liquor in the gift shop that had gone up in the past year. 
But not really. Daniel had bigger plans than that.
-
A week or two passed. Sam stood in the doorway in the early evening, watching Daniel lace up his boots with an odd look in his eye. Sam’s whole world pretty much revolved around Daniel, so he was quick to pick up on the little things. And he had never been more convinced that something was wrong. 
There wasn’t anything glaringly obvious, but Sam had spent his days attuning himself to Daniel and he’d been picking up more and more frequencies that didn’t quite make sense to him. His gaze lingering on Sam a beat longer than usual, the new and unusual way he twisted his ring finger while lost in thought, the thousand yard stare at couples passing them by on the street. He hugged Sam a little tighter, like he was bracing them for something. It was driving Sam absolutely crazy, and the worst part was that Daniel had to know that.
“Remind me where you’re going?” Sam asked nervously.
“Putting up lights for Josh,” Daniel answered patiently, eyes trained on the movement of his hands as he finished up a double knot. “I won’t be long at all, it’s just, well. You know he can’t reach.”
“Yeah,” Sam answered with an absent little laugh. His thumb gravitated to his mouth and he began to anxiously gnaw on the thick skin next to his nail while watching Daniel get to his feet and stretch. For a moment, Sam’s anxiety fluttered away as he became consumed with the sight of Daniel’s back muscles flexing and his long ponytail swaying. Daniel looked over his shoulder at Sam in the doorway and smiled softly. A few short curls strayed from his bangs and stuck to his temples, and Sam fought the urge to push them away just to feel the flush of Daniel’s soft freckled skin under his fingertips. There was some kind of…distance that Daniel seemed to have been implementing lately, and he didn’t want to disrespect that. But he did want to understand it.
“Hey,” Sam started, briefly removing his thumb from his teeth. “Are you okay?”
“What?” Daniel replied, looking confused but not confused enough for Sam to register it as genuine. “Yeah, I’m great. Are you okay?”
“I don’t know. Are we okay?”
Daniel blinked in real disbelief and Sam’s fears were assuaged slightly in the way that Daniel was at his side in an instant. 
“Baby,” Daniel cooed, cupping Sam’s cheek in his hand. “We’re amazing. I mean, I think we are. Why?”
“You’re being weird,” Sam accused, his words mumbled as he looked at the floor. “You’ve been weird for, like, a full week now.”
Shit.
“I’m not weird!” Daniel sputtered.
“You’re very weird.”
“Well, I can’t help being weird. You’ve known I was weird from the start,” Daniel laughed. 
His flippance sent a flash of irritation through Sam. Sam tore his gaze from the tips of Daniel’s boots and glared as best he could right into Daniel’s eyes.
“Stop it, stop deflecting,” Sam demanded, smacking Daniel’s hand away. “What’s wrong? And don’t say there’s nothing wrong because there is. I know you well enough. You can’t lie to me anymore. You promised.”
“I wouldn’t want to lie to you,” Daniel answered, his tone faltering slightly as his eyes skipped anxiously around Sam’s face and into the corridor behind him. 
Come on, Sam couldn’t even give him two hours? Did they have to do this now?
“Daniel,” Sam said firmly, holding Daniel’s face between his hands and staring him down. “Talk to me. What’s wrong?”
“Sam, I am not lying to you when I say nothing is wrong,” Daniel replied earnestly. “I’m fine, we are fine, I swear. Okay?”
Sam didn’t reply. He had never ever known Daniel to be cruel, but he knew something was off and Daniel blatantly lying about it made it sting all the more. As Sam tracked Daniel’s expression, every twitch of his lip and guilty squint of his eyes, he spiraled deeper and deeper into all of the worst possibilities.
He’s met someone, Sam’s paranoia whispered to him, smooth and assured. He’s going stir crazy. He’s finally sick and tired of you and your high maintenance.
In the blink of an eye, Sam’s fire dimmed and he dropped his hands from Daniel, taking a step back and opening up the hallway to Daniel. Whatever was going on with him, Sam wasn’t going to stop him.
“Just go,” Sam muttered, nodding towards the front door with a placid look. “You know how impatient Josh gets.”
Daniel, terrified by Sam’s sudden and completely uncharacteristic shift in demeanor, felt sick to his stomach. He wanted nothing more than to stay with Sam until Sam was entirely reassured that everything was fine, but there was so much Daniel couldn’t say. There was a plan in place for the rest of the evening and he needed to set it into motion, which didn’t allow any time for any of that. Every beat of Daniel’s heart felt like a palm pressed to a barbed wire fence. It was all going to turn around in such a short amount of time, but up until that point, Daniel was wracked with guilt. There was nothing on Earth that disarmed him more than the sight of Sam’s sad puppy dog eyes boring right through to his soul, and he actually had to look away for a moment to regain his composure.
“I’ll see you so soon, Sammy,” Daniel said weakly. And then you’ll understand just how secure we are.
“Sure,” Sam replied blankly, crossing his arms and clenching his jaw to keep the tears at bay until after Daniel had gone. 
“And I don’t need you at the desk for another half hour.”
“I know.”
“I know you know, I just…”
“Go,” Sam whispered, crumpling in on himself a little more as he stared at the floor.
Daniel hesitated, fighting every instinct to pull Sam into his arms and confess everything right then and there.
Tonight is all for you, he’d say into Sam’s hair. If you just wait a little longer you’ll see that I don’t want to go anywhere if you’re not going to be there too.
“Kiss for luck?” Daniel blurted. 
He fully expected Sam to spit in his face at that point, but Sam immediately took hold of his collar and pulled him down into a deep kiss that had them both exhaling heavily through their noses at the shock of it. And when Sam finally released Daniel and steered him by the shoulder into the hall, there was a thought at the back of Sam’s mind that put a lump in his throat.
I hope that wasn’t the last time.
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Sam spent the half hour before his shift at the front desk perched on Daniel’s side of the bed, white knuckling the edge and staring a hole through the carpet. One hand he kept free to press the silver heart of his most beloved locket into his palm over and over again, keeping time to his own erratic heartbeat. 
Deep down he couldn’t believe that Daniel would hide anything from him. Hell, Daniel kept Sam up to date on anything from room renovations at the inn to the state of his matching sock pairs and which ones seemed to have “run away”. But if it wasn’t bad news, why would Daniel hide it?
Sam laid down and pressed his cheek into Daniel’s pillow, inhaling his intoxicatingly calming scent of fresh smelling shampoo, spiced cologne and his simple natural warmth that clung to all his clothes. In the time that Daniel had been away, Sam had associated that smell with adrenaline and butterflies, but now it just made him sleepy. It was the first thing he breathed in in the morning while curled into Daniel’s chest and the last thing he inhaled when he was evening out his breathing to drift off in Daniel’s tight embrace. There was a stab of icy panic when Sam tried to picture falling asleep without it and he rolled onto his back to stave the chill off, staring up at the ceiling and fiddling with his necklace some more to regulate. 
Eventually, Sam found the strength to rise up from his pity party and make his way down to the lobby, his feet dragging and his head low. All he could think about was Daniel not being close to him, which made him think about the year he’d spent thousands of miles and several time zones away from him, the isolation, the abandonment…
However, when Sam turned the corner from the stairs towards the front desk, he was startled from his storm cloud at the sight of…Jake. Behind the desk. Flipping through a magazine, looking bored, barely acknowledging Sam’s presence until Sam was right in front of him and rapped his knuckles against the wood. Jake glanced up at him and smiled briefly before looking back at the article he was reading, his finger tracing the outline of a microphone stand while Sam scowled.
“The fuck?” Sam asked pointedly.
“Language, por favor,” Jake scolded in an uninterested sort of sing-song, only raising his eyebrows in response instead of giving Sam any kind of eye contact.
“You’re in my seat,” Sam accused as he came around behind the desk. “And at the wrong job, actually. Scooch.”
“Oh, right, about that,” Jake began, turning in the chair to properly face Sam. “I’m covering your shift tonight.”
Sam blinked in surprise, furrowing his brow in confusion while Jake maintained a very neutral expression as they stared each other down.
“What?”
“Yeah. Daniel said he needs you down at the bar so I’m gonna shack up here for the night. You should probably get down there.”
Save for a couple years of piracy, Sam and Jake had always been pretty prolific at reading each other. However, they could also tell when the other one was trying to get a glimpse into their head, and Sam tried to play it as cool as possible as he studied Jake’s body language. Jake must have anticipated this because he simply sat there like a statue, staring up at Sam like this was an everyday occurrence and Sam was the odd man out for making a face at him.
“Needs me at the bar? He literally just told me that he was going to hang up lights with Josh,” Sam stammered. “‘Cause the other ones burnt out.”
“Yeah, I know they burned out, I work there, dumbass,” Jake snorted, side eyeing Sam as he turned back around to face the empty lobby. “Josh isn’t even at Caravel tonight. He’s got a hot date with that beekeeper, actually, and I mean thank fuck, I thought he’d ne-”
“Why would Daniel tell me he was putting up lights if he’s no-”
“Sam, oh my god, just get the hell out of here and go answer your own questions!” Jake sighed, throwing his hands up dramatically to gesture to the doors. From the strain of his eyes, Sam could see how desperate Jake was to get Sam out.
Sam, riled up from conflicting accounts and the cold ache of being left out of something, let out a frustrated howl and stalked off towards the front. But before he could burst out into the humid night, Jake called his name and he spun around. 
“Sam,” Jake repeated. “Don’t be mad at Daniel, ‘kay? He doesn’t need it.”
“What do you know what he needs, huh?” Sam snapped. Even though Jake had introduced them and known Daniel for long before Sam ever knew he existed, Sam felt a fierce protectiveness over him. With the state he was already in, jealousy came easily. 
Jake just gave an absent little shrug and smiled, getting swept back up in his magazine and leaving Sam to fume for a second longer before barging through the doors and out into the night to track Daniel down. 
Behind him, Jake watched Sam go with a growing smile. That version of Sam he’d just sent off, frustrated and snippy and primed for a fistfight, was one that Jake had been well acquainted with from the time that Sam could walk. It wasn’t his favorite way for Sam to be, if he was being honest, and that was something he was pretty confident in after he and Josh had had to step up to the parenting role and Sam had stayed in that combative sullen state for years on end. But it was a storm he weathered happily for the chance to get to laugh with his baby brother, who really was all things good and honest at his core. That was the thing with Sam; there was so much nuance you had to understand to really get close to him. And Jake knew that the man Sam was no doubt about to give a piece of his mind to was well aware of that, and he was going to ask Sam to spend forever with him anyways. 
It was Sam’s night, or it was about to be. But Jake couldn’t help but feel pretty lucky too.
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Daniel had been transfixed staring at the door since he’d arrived at the bar, but he still nearly jumped out of his skin when Sam’s trademark 3 point knock touched down on the wood. Sam didn’t wait for any kind of response, he simply pushed the door open in a way that Daniel could read as irritation in a second. Despite this, Daniel felt oddly assured by it. If he knew Sam so well that he could read his emotion in the way he opened a door, he was more than qualified to ask him to marry him. 
On the walk over, Sam’s mental state had taken an even more rapid decline. As his walking began to border on jogging, Sam’s unwinding anxieties took him on a tour of every possible negative reasoning for this mysterious meetup.
Pick your poison, Sammy, his brain taunted him as it showed him nauseating imagery of Daniel pressed up against a faceless figure with a lovesick expression, Daniel sneering behind Sam’s back at all of eccentricities, Daniel boarding a ship for adventure and far off shores…
Sam had settled for the latter scenario by the time he was outside the Caravel. That had to be it. He saw the way Daniel looked out over the harbor, his eyes smoothing over cresting waves and his broad chest making room for great breaths of salt slick air. Sam knew that deep down Daniel missed his seafaring life no matter how much he assured Sam that he now preferred dry land and the lull of a consistent schedule. But when he thought back on it, Sam couldn’t recall the last time Daniel had assured him of this. Maybe he had changed his mind.
Sam geared himself up for a fight as he walked into the swell of air conditioning, taking in a deep breath as he prepared for the words to spill out and sink into Daniel’s guilty conscience as…as they... 
Sam froze as the door swung shut behind him, cutting off the light from the streetlamps so that Sam could be fully encompassed by the light inside. 
As it turns out, Daniel hadn’t lied entirely. The night prior, the last of the string lights hung up by Jake in his teen years had flickered their final goodbye and left them all scrambling to pull lamps from storage and furnish the floor with enough light for their patrons to drink by. Since then, a winding river of string lights had been strung in their place, lining the ceiling with warm blurs of orange, red, blue and pink that drenched the entire room. Sam assessed their march around the perimeter of the walls before his gaze landed on Daniel, who was leaning on his hip against the bar and his long, long legs crossed casually. To Sam’s further surprise, Daniel wasn’t wearing the comfortable hooded sweatshirt and jeans he’d tossed on before leaving the house. He was now sporting a wine colored button down with the first few buttons undone and dark dress pants, making him look oddly professional and utterly handsome. Sam flushed and struggled to conjure the words that just moments ago were threatening to burst out. 
“Hi, Brandy,” Daniel hummed with a shy smile. “Glad you could make it.”
Sam hesitated, unsure of what to do with his face as he took in the change in his surroundings, his drop dead gorgeous boyfriend, and the fact that he was now even more lost than he thought he could be. Daniel watched him with an amused grin, his rampant anxiety starting to settle down now that he was in the thick of it. No going back now.
“You wanna come here?” Daniel offered, holding a hand out to Sam. “You look cute.”
Daniel couldn’t help but notice that where Sam stood floundering was a few paces to the side of where Daniel had been standing the first time he had ever seen Sam. He recalled it often, usually without meaning to and always when he sat in a designated corner booth on busy nights as their unofficial security detail. It sounded so impossible, but Daniel was always baffled all over again at the memory of watching Sam fly through the back doors, realizing that he was the annoying little terror that Jake had been talking about for months, and then feeling himself fall in love without even hearing his voice.  
Sam shook himself from his haze a little and, going off of instinct, he took Daniel’s hand and let him pull Sam next to him. Sam still couldn’t think of anything to say and let Daniel tuck a stray curl of hair behind his ear and gently smooth his knuckle along Sam’s cheekbone as he stood there speechless.
“Seriously, you look so cute,” Daniel cooed. “Did you get cuter since I last saw you?”
Unexpectedly, Sam felt a rush inside him and tears sprang to his eyes. As his bottom lip gave an involuntary quiver, Daniel’s face fell and he leaned in to anticipate Sam’s needs.
“Baby?”
“Please don’t leave,” Sam gasped, a little sob escaping him as he started to cry. It shocked Sam as much as it shocked Daniel, but he couldn’t stave off the wave of borrowed grief and insecurity as he crumpled forwards into Daniel’s chest and cried. Sam had always been an angry crier, but it had been so many years since he’d had good reason to. He’d forgotten what it felt like to feel so stupid, so small. 
“Sammy, honey,” Daniel soothed, cradling Sam’s head as his heart raced with a renewed flush of anxiety. “Don’t cry, this is-”
“Don’t tell me not to cry when you’ve spent all this time lying to me!” Sam wailed. “Don’t you dare.”
“Sam-”
“How bad can it be if you can’t talk to me? If you have to use my own brother as some kind of pawn to get me here?”
“Sa-”
“I won’t do it again,” Sam declared through a shuddering sob, clutching the back of Daniel’s shirt and buried his face into the familiar crook of his neck. “I won’t sit around and wait for you to get eaten by a whale or get your throat slit by pirates or what the fuck ever, I won’t, Danny, I won’t.”
“Sam.”
Finally, Sam’s mouth shut and he quieted, not yet lifting his face from the jungle hot humidity he was crying against Daniel’s skin. Daniel smoothed a hand up and down his back, keeping their racing hearts pressed together.
“Sam,” Daniel repeated in a low whisper, speaking right into Sam’s ear. “Nobody is leaving anybody. Okay? This is not what this is, not in the slightest. There you go, deep breaths. You’re alright, baby, just breathe for a second.”
Sam obliged, drawing in as even a breath as he could muster and melting into Daniel’s near hypnotic suggestion as his voice continued to lull Sam into a state of calm again.
“Better?” Daniel asked gently after a minute. 
Sam nodded and sniffed, looking up at Daniel and breaking his heart all over again with the remnants of his meltdown blushing his nose and cheeks. This was a face that could break Daniel completely, he realized. Maybe it already had. A face he’d tried to jump overboard for, even though he’d known in some capacity that it was only a mask for a hungry monster. 
“What is it, then?” Sam asked cautiously.
“It’s…” Daniel trailed off, trying to remember how he had planned on doing this. It’d all he’d been thinking about, but now that everything had fallen into place, he really couldn’t call to mind what he was supposed to do. What he was supposed to say. It all felt too simple now.
I love you. I want you. I’m staying. Here’s a ring. It’s not enough. But it’s something.
“Why don’t you go put on our song,” Daniel suggested. “And then we’ll talk, hm? You want a drink?”
Sam finally smiled and rolled his eyes, sniffing again and straightening out his clothes as he stepped away from Daniel and attempted to resituate himself. Daniel watched him with a sly grin of his own, fighting to remember every moment with crystal clarity when Sam looked from him over to the jukebox. He watched as Sam’s face registered and then split into an even wider smile, this time laced with a high laugh.
“You dork,” Sam laughed, striding over to the jukebox. It was so predictable what Sam would say next that Daniel mouthed it along with him as he quietly followed behind Sam.
“That’s my tray”, Sam echoed, borrowing his own words from the first time he’d ever spoken to Daniel. It’d become a running joke over the years as Daniel kept his long accused kleptomania alive in the practice of constantly trying to steal Sam’s tray, something that was only funny to the two of them and decidedly idiotic to Sam’s brothers. Sam wasn’t surprised to see it perched atop the jukebox as he settled in front of it, flicking his eyes up to it for a moment before looking back down through the glass crown of the jukebox to find the desired disc.
“You gonna get me a drink or are you just gonna be my creepy shadow?” Sam teased as he selected the song, a familiar violin beginning to whistle over a bright guitar when the jukebox lit up. He could feel Daniel at his back, and if he didn’t know any better, he could feel Daniel’s smile. Sam’s eyes skirted over the tray again as he began to turn around to further question Daniel, but before he got the chance, he caught a flash of something glimmering bright from where it sat atop the worn metal saucer. 
Leaning in closer, Sam could see it for what it was. His heart seemed to freeze up in his chest and he drew in a sharp breath, his body seizing so as not to prevent any distraction from the simple little ring that seemed to stare him down as much as he was staring at it.
“There’s an old sailor’s tale,” came Daniel’s voice right over Sam’s shoulder, his arms coming to encircle Sam’s waist as Sam dared to pick up the ring to further gawk at it. “About a lonely pirate and a mermaid’s ring. Can I tell it to you?”
“Daniel,” Sam replied breathlessly. “Daniel, I-”
“Once upon a time,” Daniel interrupted. “There was a very, very lonely pirate who sailed the seven seas. He was lonely because he’d had to leave his lover behind very, very unexpectedly, and he missed him very, very much. The pirate wasn’t the superstitious type, but he was a man in love, and love makes you do crazy things. So the pirate started praying for a sign that when he made his way back to his lover - and he knew that he would - that he would be waiting for the pirate with open arms.”
Sam felt those tears from before rising up again with a renewed purpose, but he didn’t dare interrupt Daniel. He leaned back against his chest and ran his finger along the smooth circlet of pearls, all of them twice as small as the beads on a rosary but just as holy. 
“One day the pirate gets the idea that he’ll bring back treasures for his lover as proof of his love, just in case his begging didn’t work. The next time his ship lands on a sandy beach, he spends his day combing the sand for sea glass and shells and anything else the ocean might’ve given up for him to find. As it turns out, the ocean was feeling extremely generous that day, because while the pirate was on his hands and knees looking for his treasure, he found something he never expected to find. A ring. And the pirate knew right away that this ring was his sign that somewhere across all those oceans, his lover was thinking of him too.”
Sam, unable to bear another second without looking into Daniel’s perfect face, turned around and found that Daniel was as close to tears as he was. He looked almost pained in the way he regarded Sam.
“I think the lover would think the pirate was foolish for ever thinking anything otherwise,” Sam rasped, his voice thick with emotion. Daniel laughed a little and rested his forehead against Sam’s for a brief moment.
“Yeah, well, maybe the pirate knew the lover well enough in only a few days that he was pretty sure he was capable of murder considering the state the pirate left him in,” Daniel explained, delivering a kiss to Sam’s forehead when he leaned back to look at him again.
“Finish your story,” Sam whispered eagerly.
“Well,” Daniel continued, clearing his throat before going on. “The pirate had a lot of time to think about the ring. He figured it had probably been thrown into the ocean under the pretense of heartbreak. Maybe love that had fizzled out, or maybe something worse. He got paranoid about it carrying the memory of all of that, but over time, the pirate realized that the ocean had brought it to him because it was ready for a new love. It had been washed clean. The pirate thought maybe he had been too when picking it up and dedicating it with the purpose he had decided for it.”
“What purpose?” Sam blurted. Daniel laughed again and smoothed a hand over Sam’s hair lovingly.
“Can I finish my dramatic monologue or do you want me to spoil it?”
“Spoil it,” Sam grinned, now visibly vibrating with energy as the last of his insecurity wore off and was replaced by pure adrenaline. “Say it. Do it.”
“The pirate decided on two things,” Daniel clarified as he thought back on it. “He decided that if all else failed when he returned to his love, he would get down on one knee and give him the ring and ask him just one more time if he would please be his. But it never came to that. The pirate returned and their love was just as strong. However…”
Daniel gently took the ring from Sam and, carefully, lowered himself down to one knee, never taking his eyes off of Sam.
“He eventually decided he wanted to give him the ring anyways,” Daniel smiled, holding the ring up to Sam. “He decided that he really did want to ask his lover if he would be his forever, even if he was pretty confident that he was already going to be.”
“What are you saying?” Sam breathed, his forefinger and thumb splayed at the hollow of his throat as he tried to assuage his dizziness and anchor himself to the comfort of his locket. 
“Sam, I fucking love you,” Daniel sighed. “I’ve loved you before I even knew you. I think I’ll probably love you after I know you, too. Will you marry me?”
Sam couldn’t respond. He simply dropped to his knees and hugged Daniel hard, knocking a laugh and a little cry out of the larger man as he clung to him and began to weep all over again. This time it was from utter relief and unbelievable, blinding, terrifying love.
“Yes,” Sam agreed, nodding his head excitedly and wiping his face with his palm. “Yes, of course, I’ll marry you, oh my god. I can’t believe you. Yes.”
Daniel collapsed into Sam and reciprocated the hug fully, able to relax for the first time in a long time at the confirmation that his years of daydreaming weren’t wasted. Daniel borderline crushed Sam against him as they embraced and laughed, murmuring about how they loved each other and how silly they felt to cry.
“Can I put it on you now?” Daniel eventually asked.
Sam nodded and peeled himself from Daniel’s chest so that Daniel could slip the ring onto Sam’s left hand. Once it was on, Sam held it up and tilted it this way and that so it caught the light just right, electric and pearlescent and beyond beautiful. A bright, clear diamond offset by the pearls; it was everything Sam could’ve wanted. Maybe this was also an apology gift in part from the ocean, Sam wondered. 
“Now who would toss this into the ocean?” Sam questioned as he watched the ring dance in the orange glow of the lights. 
“Must’ve been a rough break up,” Daniel hummed. 
“Yeah, like, maybe one of them left to go be a murderer and the other one had to stay behind to hustle drunks for tips.”
“I can’t imagine anybody would ever be that evil.”
“Yeah, imagine that,” Sam smirked, casting a sidelong glance at Daniel. 
“I just said I can’t,” Daniel joked, leaning forward and kissing Sam’s cheek. “Are you feeling a little more assured that I’m not leaving?”
“Maybe a little,” Sam murmured, turning inwards to catch Daniel’s wandering lips in a proper kiss. 
After a long couple of minutes of clawing at each other and Sam nearly tipping over from how far Daniel leaned into him to chase his tongue, they broke apart. Sam held Daniel’s face in his hands, the cool metal of the band on his finger tickling Daniel’s fiery skin and making him grin.
“You wanna know something wild?” Daniel asked, voice hoarse from crying and kissing.
“Always.”
“When I went to go get the band adjusted in Italy, the jeweler told me the silver used for the ring was from Spain,” Daniel revealed, hooking the chain of Sam’s necklace and pulling it out as he spoke. “That’s where I got this. What do you think of that?”
“I think it’s fate,” Sam marveled, curling his hand inwards so they could compare the two pieces of jewelry. “I think it was meant to be.”
“Yeah, that’s what I think, too,” Daniel whispered.
“You big sap.”
Daniel turned and kissed Sam’s cheek again and Sam giggled, falling against him and into the touch. Daniel withdrew his lips and stretched before standing up again, holding a hand out to pull Sam to his feet. On the jukebox, the song had long since skipped to something new, but Daniel reached out and selected their song again. 
“You wanna know something else?” Daniel asked when the music changed. 
“Hm?”
“Remember the night we met?”
“Duh.”
“Hey, watch it with the sass, mister. I’ll pry that ring right off.”
“I’d like to see you try.”
“Anyways,” Daniel laughed, taking both of Sam’s hands and swinging them slightly. “The night we met. Before you ran away from me, did you know I was going to ask you to dance with me?”
“Really, now?” Sam smiled, blushing with a flutter of butterflies when Daniel nodded toothly and pulled him against him again. A hand went to Sam’s waist, another held the hand with the ring proudly on display.
“Yeah, really,” Daniel confirmed, swaying them to the jovial melody of the song. “I knew you’d say no, but I was gonna ask anyway.”
“You should ask,” Sam flirted.
“We’re already dancing this time.”
“And I was already going to marry you, but you asked me anyhow,” Sam pointed out with a cocky twinkle in his eye, letting Daniel give him a twirl before they settled into an amateur sort of side step with Sam’s arms around Daniel’s neck and Daniel’s arms around his waist.
“So you’d thought about it before?” Daniel prodded shyly, curls hanging down as he smiled dopily at his fiance. “Getting married?”
“Of course,” Sam murmured, feeling the heat creep into his face. “We have been dating for, like, a million years. Glad you decided to stop dragging your feet.”
“Gee, you’re welcome,” Daniel scoffed. Sam laughed and rested his head under Daniel’s chin, allowing them to dance in silence until the last few notes of the song bubbled over and then petered out.
“You wanna go inform the troops?” Daniel asked. 
Setting the whole thing up had been a group collaboration between himself and the twins, with Josh giving him the space for the night and Jake being a distraction to allow Daniel the time to set up the lights/change/get his mind together. He knew that they were both on the edges of their seats at their respective posts, Jake sat at the inn and Josh on the couch, probably with Clarice and any number of her chicks fluttering around him. He also knew (because they had told him, loudly and repeatedly) that they needed to know how it went as fast as possible, because they were just as antsy if not more than him.
Sam thought about it quietly before making an indifferent noise and cuddling up closer to Daniel.
“They can wait,” Sam announced, his voice muffled. “I want you all to myself for a little longer.”
“If you follow through on the whole marriage thing, you’ll have me to yourself forever, Brandy,” Daniel reminded him.
“Love the sound of that,” Sam giggled. “How about after forever, too? I think you said something about that.”
“Yes, after that, too. I don’t even know if there’s anything after forever.”
“Wanna find out?”
Daniel pretended to think about it long and hard, like he hadn’t spent every day for the past 5 years saying yes to it over and over and over. 
“Yeah,” Daniel agreed. “If we find out together.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
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lovelyrotter · 1 year ago
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I read your thing about stridercest. I didn’t super like the ship (I’m more of a lalondecest girlie) but I respect the hell out of the textual analysis you did. Anyway do you have any good fic recommendations? I want to see what you see in it.
oh fuck yeah i love sharing ship stuff especially with ppl who dont usually go here and vice versa for me. its like hell yeah im digging in sand and its fun i love my sand and then i turn around and woah i had no idea there was even MORE sand just behind me ya dig? that might not have made any sense hahaha. its the joy of trading pokemon cards except with ships
but okay heres some of my current faves. bear in mind i read mostly M and E rated stuff but ive got a sprinklin of lower ratings in here too. im also gonna categorize this list by stridercest flavour. theres a lot so this turned out like ridiculously long
anyone else goin through this feel free to link yalls faves in the replies too cause im ravenous. especially if its haldirk. im constantly craving haldirk
guardiancest
doku line terminus & two steps away from the county line by lildogie these first cause theyre my ultra faves rn and i cant get enough of this au. set in the same universe but county line is the prequel. a/b/o verse with lotsa interesting political stuff and also interpersonal dynamics. dave & dirk are there too and are real cute. its also got mysterious time travelling. i really cant sell these two enough like i am not doin these justice
davedirk / dirkdave
if i woke up next to you by bumbly | G, ~2,700 words, complete. SUPER sweet relationship study, made me fuckin melt. this author has really good stuff for other ships too but mind the archive warnings
dont joke about hentai face broctopus transplants im eating cheese n onion pringles here by smrtnik | M, ~1k words, complete. this one made me fuckin melt its so tender. it truly feels like were peeking into their life together. also great title
Stasis State by Caeslin | T, ~3k words, complete. another really intimate feeling one. its so fuckin sweet. mind the tags for typical dirk suicide attempt but its not on screen its moreso the recovery and how dave is affected by it
“stupid fucking bullshit” ad nauseam by anon | T, 13.7k words, complete. REALLY GOOD AU. trans striders, fade to black sex scene. the boys are cute and you can feel how much theyre drawn to each other immediately. wish there was more of this
sometimes the bad guy wins by nutrimercenary | E, ~7.5k words, ongoing. wow. oh wow. ive been looking for a davedirk fic like this for a long time. PLEASE read the warnings and tags but its so fuckin good. a crossdimentional narrative tug-o-war between dave and ult dirk i fuckin love it
got it goin on by bumbly | E, 7.5k words, complete. dirk indulges daves mommy kink after prying it outta him. its cute and funny and sexy it made me smile. their dynamic is sooo sweet
helping hands by ghostlyAnarchist | E, 5.1k words, complete. THIS IS SO GOOD. its got trans man dave and is genuinely one of the hottest transmasc fics ive read so far and boy howdy ive read a lot. slight warning for dysphoria discussion but its not too bad its all just hot af a dick-sucking venn diagram by Elendraug | E, 10k words, complete. first off domestic af. very established relationship and you can tell. its so fuckin sweet. i looove this one. its like the best kind of silly realistic smut its one of my faves of all time
STILL WITH ME by egbert | E, 8k words, complete. dave and dirk strife and then fuck in the bathroom. holy shit this is hot. their want is like tangible in this one
brodave and a!brodirk
hardware by orphan_account | E, ~8k words, complete. dave gets some dick piercings and bro goes insane about them. hot as hell and also features bottom bro which is my fave. its got a couple uses of the r-slur but its also from 2011 so i take it w/ a grain of salt. 2011 and earlier fics are like internet artifacts (/pos)
but you better never pull it by hapaxlegomena | E, 5k words, complete. wow. WOW. sub top bro and dom bottom dave need i say more. this sub bro activates my cute aggression the power play is great mars & murrie's by orphan_account | E, 6.8k words, complete. a!brodirk, omorashi. super hot!!!! alpha dave is sooo embarrassed about his piss kink but dirk wins in the end hahaha. really intriguing which i know sounds funny on an omo fic but read it and youll know. i love this alpha dave
temporal sunset by Plajus | M, 19.5k over 5 chapters, complete. a!brodirk. holy shit what a ride. this one held me hostage and now lives in my brain rent free (bdum tiss sorry). dirk is terminally ill so i know it wont be for everyone but give it a try and goddamn you wont be disappointed. trust me
a swinging pendulum by ghostlyAnarchist | T, ~900 words, complete. a!brodirk time/dream bubble encounter. wow just wow. the want. the yearning immaterial by LPSunnyBunny | E, 1k words, complete. a!brodirk, trans dirk. holy shit!!!!!! holy shit!!!!! hot hot hot!!!!!!! shower sex sensation control!!!!
haldirk
singular by 2x2verse | E, 6.8k words, complete. hal has an existential crisis dirk catches him and then they fuck tenderly about it. genuinely so romantic. im addicted to this kind of haldirk. honestly i just recommend the entire series diagnostics by 2x2verse | E, 2.9k words, complete. i know i just linked this authors whole collection of haldirk fics but holy crap this one in particular. dom/sub electrostim with sensory deprivation, hal is the dom. i LOVE how hes written here. very attentive domming, great details
A Fatal Error Has Occurred by Mortior | E, 42k words, 4/5 chapters. oh mortior my haldirk regent. really fuckin good character writing in an au where hal has an android body before the alpha session is started. read the tags for warnings. the tension between them is insane endangered by Mortior | E, 100k+ words, complete multichapter. holy fuck where to begin with this one. this is a haldirk sensation. post apocalyptic au where androids won the human-robot war. dirk runs into AR. AR takes an interest in him. dirk takes even more of an interest in AR. if youre gonna read any haldirk read this one
"im basically fucking him" series by Elendraug | T & E, all complete. so!!!!! fucking!!!!! tender!!!!! really cute haldirk progressing through their relationship
ridiculously late by cinnamonfreak | E, 21k, completed multichapter. a/b/o au where dirk suddenly presents. REALLY intriguing hal in this one i fuckin love the power play
roboporn by smrtnik | E, 3.9k words, complete. really fun power play in this one. hal is waterproofed externally but not internally. he gives dirk a handie over his open chassis torso. theres also really sweet snuggling afterwards
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bunbeeplays · 7 months ago
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The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 113 - The Playdate of All Time
It's a little dreary, but this was the only day Anna could convince her husband to tag along for the playdate too.
Anna: You have a lovely home.
Ophelia: Thank you. Uh, mind telling me who these other three kids are?
The more the merrier but it's weird one of them is a teen.
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Calvin: Sorry for the short notice, but I mentioned this playdate to my boss and he asked if his twins could come.
Ophelia: That's okay, we've got plenty of toys! I'm sure the kids will have a lot of fun today. I, uh, don't think the teenage boy will have much fun though.
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Calvin: Oh, that's their brother Trent, he's just dropping them off.
Ophelia: That's nice of him.
Calvin: Mr. Esposito's a busy man. And his second wife doesn't really… do kids. Wish I had that privilege.
Ophelia: Uh, isn't Jaden your son?
Calvin: What's your point?
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Calvin: Trent's a good kid but he's one of those… you know.
Ophelia: Uh, no?
Calvin: Come on, you see the eyeliner, right?
Ophelia: …An emo?
Calvin: Is that what we're calling them nowadays? I can't keep up with that PC crap.
Ophelia: Uh…
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Trent: Hey, Mrs. Lemon. Thanks for having us. I freaked out when Dad told me you were the one hosting this! I'm a huge fan!
Ophelia: Thank you so much, but you can just call me Ophelia, hon. Your sisters look like sweethearts, we don't mind at all.
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Ophelia: You don't have to hang out with us old folks, we'll take good care of the girls, but you're more than welcome to stay.
Trent: Uh, a chance to hang out with the singer from my favorite band? I'd love to stick around. Besides, Claudia's kind of clingy.
Calvin: Oh. Great.
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As the kids run off to play, Gemma sees one of these unfamiliar little girls and can't help but admire her sense of style. The pompom necklace, the butterfly wings? This girl knows how to dress for a party!
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Gemma: Hi! I'm Gemma. What's your name?
Marina: I'm Marina!
Gemma: I like your butterfly wings! Can you fly?
Marina: I dunno, my hermano won't let me jump off stuff to try.
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Marina: This is my sissy Claudia!
The other little girl, who was plucking away on the xylophone, perks up hearing her name.
Claudia: Hi.
Gemma waves and Claudia goes back to playing.
Marina: Hermano says she's always on that grind!
Gemma: What's that mean?
Marina: I dunno!
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Gemma: What's a hermano?
Marina: My big brother!
She looks over at Trent and back to Marina.
Gemma: Wow, your big brother is real old.
Marina: Yeah, he's like 40 or somethin'. My daddy's like 150, and my step-mommy's like 12!
Gemma: Whoa!
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Jaden's kind of doing his own thing too. His daddy doesn't like 'all that kiddie crap' in the house so he's too overwhelmed by the options to be social.
Marina: You got lotsa fun toys! Wanna play with me?
Gemma: Okay!
First Jaden, now Marina? Gemma's making so many friends!
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The adults table isn't nearly as fun. Calvin and Anna drone on about their ministry for the Church of Llama Day Saints, but can't even pretend to care when Ophelia talks about music or Trent talks about… anything. Ophelia is enjoying talking to Trent, at least.
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Anna: So what church does your family go to?
Ophelia: Oh, uh, none. I mean, we believe in the Watcher, but uh, organized religion just isn't for us.
Anna: Ah. I see… I'll pray for you.
Not Trent mocking Anna behind her back 💀😂
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Calvin: If you'd like to go to a service sometime, we'd be more than happy to let you sit at our pew.
Ophelia: Oh, I think we're good.
Trent: If you change your mind, don't worry. They never stop asking.
Xander wishes Lulu hadn't gone to sleep so he didn't have to be here.
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Gemma and Marina have a grand time playing dolls in the play tent, but Claudia seems a little less focused once she hears her sister giggling and having fun with someone else…
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Claudia confronts Gemma while Marina is distracted by something shiny.
Claudia: Stop playing with Rina! She's MY sister, not yours! I'm gonna tell my papi and he's gonna fire you!
She hears her papi threatening to fire people all the time. It must mean he sets them on fire!
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Whoa! Why was this girl being so mean and yelling at her? Gemma wasn't trying to steal anyone. She thought they were all having fun together.
Gemma starts to whimper as tears pool in her eyes but thankfully Ophelia's to the rescue.
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Ophelia wipes Gemma's little tears away and comforts her.
Ophelia: It's okay, baby doll, you didn't do anything wrong. Sometimes it's hard to share. I'll make sure she apologizes.
Thankfully, Ophelia doesn't have to do much because Trent steps in.
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Trent: Claudia! ¡Basta! You know better. Marina can play with who she wants. Say sorry to Gemma for being mean.
Claudia: But-
Trent: We're guests here, you're not going to be rude to our hosts.
Ophelia's impressed. Seems like this isn't the first time Trent's parented them.
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Now Claudia's the one sniveling.
Claudia: S-Sorry, hermano.
Trent sighs.
Trent: Thank you, Clauds, now go tell Gemma, okay? I'm not mad, you're not in trouble, just make sure you're using your manners, alright?
Claudia: Okaaaay.
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Trent can't stand to see one of his sisters crying. He won't let them act up but he's not completely heartless.
Trent: Come here, you're fine. Now go show Gemma the nice girl I know you are, yeah? Love you, pollito.
Claudia: I'm not a chicken!
Trent: You're my little chicken!
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Trent: Sorry about that.
Ophelia: No, it's fine, kids are kids. Thank you for saying something to her, though.
Trent: Hey, I'm not raising any spoiled brats, you know?
They have a father AND a step-mother. Why is this teenager raising them at all?
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Claudia: Sorry I was mean. You can play with my sister.
Gemma: Okay! You can play with us too if you want!
Well, not really, because Trent says it's time for them to go shortly after. It takes a bit to pull Marina away from her toy.
Jaden's hashtag feeling himself though.
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Calvin: What is my son playing with?
Ophelia: Oh, that's Gemma's makeup kit.
Calvin: Why would you put that out when you knew a boy was coming over? Don't you have any toys that are more masculine?
Ophelia: I don't really consider toys to be masculine or feminine…
Calvin: I see the woke mind virus got to you too.
Ophelia: You and Anna keep saying 'woke' but I'm not really sure what you mean by that.
Calvin: Look, that's fine for your girls, but maybe put that away next time Jaden's here. I don't want my son thinking he can wear makeup.
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Ophelia: Makeup isn't only for girls.
Calvin: Trent's gone, you don't have to pretend that's normal anymore.
Ophelia: I'm not pretending.
Calvin: Listen, I'm trying to be civil here. Don't push your woke agenda on my boy.
Now there's an agenda? Wish someone filled her in.
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Gemma: You look as pretty as my mommy!
Before Jaden can respond, his dad comes to berate him.
Calvin: Jaden, are you trying to embarrass us? Boys don't wear makeup! We're cleaning that off before we leave.
Jaden whimpers. He didn't want to be bad, he just wanted to have fun…
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Xander: Don't you think he's being a bit harsh?
Anna: You can raise your kids how you want. We're raising Jaden to be a respectable young man like his father.
Xander: muttering Dude's throwing a tantrum over mascara but sure.
Ophelia's hoping to get struck by lightning.
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Gemma: I dunno why your daddy got all yelly. You're so pretty!
His heart feels less heavy when Gemma says that.
Jaden: …Thanks.
Even if his parents aren't always the nicest to him, his new buddy Gemma has his back!
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keeper-of-magic · 11 months ago
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the first peek into the mana torn lands is now here.
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transcript:
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Survivor (Siva): wow, these are the holy lands?
Monk (Mono): I never thought it was this beautiful!
Siva: Beyond even your expectations? wow.
panel 2
Mono: really bountiful as well.
Siva: I think we'll have an easy pilgrimage. Lotsa food here.
panel 3 to 5
batfly: Squee!
Siva: oh! are you vegan?
Mono: nah.
Siva: ah, good, cuz we'll need to eat stuff around here.
Mona (confused why they used magic to drain the batfly) why did you?
Siva: so we could both enjoy eating it.
panel 6: a few drops of mana start falling down.
Mono: ah... we need to run.
Panel 7 and 8
(no talking)
i think i may want to tag my mutuals, so...
@stargazer0001 @pebbleposting @fivepebbles @sparkling-pendulum
let me know if you don't want to be tagged next time.
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lonelyheartspen · 2 years ago
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wow. lotsa smut in the texas chainsaw massacre tag.
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tsuki-sennin · 2 years ago
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Spreading sky! Hero gals! Hirogaru Sky! Pretty Cure! This is a... very exciting prospect, of course. Not only is it the 20th series and very close to the franchise's 20th anniversary, but we're jostling a lot of franchise traditions! Blue non-human leader, a full-time male Cure, an (entirely unambiguous) adult!
New town, new me. That also means a new tag!
"Hop! Step! Jump! Hero Gals Dream of the Everlasting Sky!"
Y'know, filter that out if you wanna.
Man, imagine liveblogging a PreCure series on time lmao
Spoilers, I guess...
-The sky!
-Skyloft?
-Oh wow, even got giant birds.
-There's Sora-chan. I'll give you a dumb nickname later,
-Skyland Castle!
-Wonder if we'll run into Spyro the Dragon?
-Maybe if we were on a Nintendo console we'd meet Bowser and Donkey Kong.
-Lotsa cute borbs on Skyland, huh?
-Subarashii~! Hapii Basudei~!
-Princess El. You are... a very interestingly designed baby, I'd say.
-How old are you, a year?
-Oh look it's Bebop from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. That's neat.
-Kabaton.
-Gonna bomb a fuckin' baby! Okay!
-"Speed up."
-Don't pay that bird enough for this, Sora-chan.
-It's Hero time!
-Oh shit.
-I enjoyed DePaPre's OP an awful lot, but this
-This is a banger right out the gate.
-Gives me very high hopes for the rest of the soundtrack.
-Oh shit, Futari wa callback.
-Ah, even got a notebook opening for the title card, that's cute.
-P i g
-The 7th Chocobo Cavalry has come rushing in.
-Kabaton-ton?
-Very nimble for a big fella, huh?
-In comes Sora-san.
-Hot damn, this girl's must've done mocap for Mirror's Edge.
-Ain't no stopping this dude.
-Ready... Go!
-"I am the girl from the sky! Of the clear sky clan!"
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-REALLY now, Toei?
-I ain't even gonna dignify that with a response, I'm just gonna move on with my life.
-Dropped the baby.
-Going into strange holes is generally not advised until you're far older, Sora.
-Hydrogen baby.
-Very cute hydrogen baby, might I say.
-Where we at?
-Drop TWO babies at once!
-Pretty Holic~! They sell stationery too~!
-Hurtling at the terminal velocity of... 2 miles an hour.
-That's a car, those're rolling death machines.
-That's Pretty Holic lipstick, that's what we call a "uniting thread".
-"WHY ARE THESE BIRDS SO TINY?!"
-Mashiro-chan, gotcha.
-Sorashido~!
-"My notebook~!"
-Ahhhh, Skyland script.
-Oh god, he's back.
-Underground!
-Ranborg!
-C
-CureTube.
-Curesta. CureTube.
-Gonna write up my fanfic ideas on my CurePad in Pretty Docs, then maybe post 'em up on Cureblr.
-Using the Octagon-washing-machine to dry Octagon-coats on Octagon-hangers.
-"Mashiro-san! Protect Hydrogen Baby with your life."
-"Noooooo pleeease!"
-Smoked out.
-Hot damn, these're some nice angles.
-"Gimme that baby, extra!"
-A fated duel!
-Oh, he went and done it now.
-Tore up her dreams right in front of her.
-Precuuuuuure!
-It's Hero Time!
-Sky mirage! Tone connect!
-Hirogaru Change! Sky!
-Hop! Step! Jump! Clearly she takes inspiration from Ichika Usami.
-Love the side cape.
-Blue sky soaring to infinity! Cure Sky!
-Sora Harewataru... that is, Cure Sky is our hero for this year. She fights for truth, justice, and a better tomorrow!
-She's not quite flying yet. But she is falling with style.
-That's some impact!
-Hirogaru Sky Punch!
-Dig in peace once more.
-You're safe now, citizen!
-Oh, ED time.
-Don't worry Mashiro-chan, you'll get to be Cure Prism in, say... an episode or two? You're voiced by Rabirin, so your odds are pretty good. There's the lad, Cure Wing, voiced by Don Murasame. And Butterfly-oneesan, I haven't actually heard of Ayaka Nanase till yesterday.
-I love the colored pencil aesthetic, I feel seen.
-Very nice ED, very cute.
-Gotta keep the kid safe.
-I've actually been considering a few of options for my unique liveblog tag.
-"I would fly into the sun if that would keep our dream alive" is fitting, but is a bit... loaded a reference for me to make as a RWBY fan.
-I've considered using the lyrics of the Jetman theme or even some old Superman standards, but I thought those'd be a little obvious.
-My Hero Academia and One Punch Man references were considered, of course, but were discarded.
-I reckon what I chose gets the point across well enough, yeah?
-Kinda newspaper headline-y too, as a bonus.
-Well, you know where to find me for next time! See you on the flip side, citizens!
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trickster-whim · 5 months ago
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Chaotic photograph session of the stuff I got from goodwill because my house has been taken over by giant boxes of bean bag stuffing, and it's too dark out to take photos outside. Why don't they just cut out the middle man, am I right?
Anyway, on to the things I bought:
First up, I've been looking for scarves to use as gift wrapping, and I liked this green dramatic flowery one.
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I didn't know where else to photograph it, so I just threw it on the fridge. It went right into the cleaning pot anyway. My sister's birthday is Monday (I'm writing this on Saturday lol), so I have to get it cleaned and dried before then.
Another awkward shot, but this apron was really my style!
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It's from Reprime, I guess, not a brand I'm familiar with. I've been looking for an apron either for painting or cooking, or both, and this one was $1.50, is one of my favorite colors, and has a cool zippered pocket as well as two open ones, so I kind of needed it.
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Ooo, bad photos. I found this sheet that's half white with dino prints and half blue with dinos (like, just straight up half-and-half, no border or anything). I really liked the look of the dinos, so I want to whip this into a skirt. It was also only $1.50, so even if that plan falls through, it can live in my stash for a while.
The next stuff is a group photo because of tumblr's dumb photo limit, but it's lotsa stuff.
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The Sailor Jupiter was a big surprise, I gotta say! I don't remember if I had Jupiter as a kid, but I did have some of the senshi, so a 90s Irwin Sailor Moon doll was really nostalgic to find.
Of course she's uhhh bald. The cashier saw her and went, "Wow, she's been through it," and I couldn't agree more. Her legs are a little sticky and stained, and the battery in her back was bad, so it's likely that her hair just fell out. I could reroot her, but I don't have hair on hand and I don't remember where my rerooting tool is, so she might get a wig instead. I haven't decided!
She was arguably overpriced at $6.50, but she did have her gloves, shoes, and necklace, and I wanted her, so she was my big splurge for the trip.
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Ooh that shadow. My kitchen is a terrible place for photos ooh.
Jupiter having her Catwoman moment.
Anyway, I love little plushies, and I saw a bag full of McDonald's plush and pound purries (it's stylized as Pound Pur-r-ries on the tag, but everyone just writes purries so idk) and I had to bite. The McDonald's plush are 1997's Animal Pals, and I think we had the moose when I was a kid? Also the Internet says the bottom one is a brown bear, but I know a wombat when I see one.
Kinda funny that the plushies and Jupiter are both marked 1997. The plush are also in good condition, and they fit right in into my tiny plush collection!
The book was mostly a response to my constant impulse to buy vintage or antique books that cost a dollar. I also love poetry, but these poems are... let's just say not my style. I haven't finished the book, but my favorite so far is "Cat".
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The twins have a bunch of toys, many of which make noise, and they love chasing their tails. The only thing is they aren't allowed out. They're indoor babies and also trapped in their baby house mostly.
And lastly, I have such a hard time resisting Halloween kitsch, so when I saw these adorably terrible hanging sign things, I just... I needed them.
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They also glow in the dark!
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I think I might put them in my window, and it's not lost on me that I passed on a trans flag but had to buy these. It's a compulsion.
Of course, I bought kind of a lot and spent kind of a lot of money, but things are really going on around here, and getting out of the house was a necessity. And I can't say no to things.
Also, interestingly, they've started a bag tax at goodwill! It's the first time I've seen that in Arizona; mostly cashiers are baffled when I pull out one of my dozen Halloween bags because I really don't like plastic bags. Bag taxes are pretty annoying, but it's good practice to use some sort of reusable bags. We've gotten a few from restaurants free with purchase, and libraries. The Halloween ones mostly from target, which used to have a whole bunch of cool stuff. Not anymore, though. Not anymore...
Ok bai!!
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suzukamizuchi · 7 years ago
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bl00dalchemist · 3 years ago
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take care of your kitty!
Chandy belongs to a friend of mine!!
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you’re gonna TAKE YOUR MISCELLANEOUS DRAGON OC DOODLES AND YOU ARE GONNA LIKE THEM
/sorry i haven’t been active art block + being busy irl is kicking my ass
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kil9 · 4 years ago
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its done !!!! HQ edits of all the bridge ship house designs ! art by bridge ship house, edits by me :) with and without bg, feel free to use just pls dont sell :')
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bunbeeplays · 7 months ago
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The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 117 - Twin Troubles Part 1
Xander makes breakfast that morning because Ophelia's got her first singing lesson with Paisley Esposito today. Gemma's tagging along to play with Claudia and Marina.
Gemma: Can I bring Uni?
Ophelia: Uni's too big to travel with, sweetie. Paisley said they have plenty of toys.
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When they arrive, Ophelia can hardly believe she knows someone who can afford to live in a penthouse this huge.
Ophelia: Your home is gorgeous.
Paisley: Thank you! Juan works hard for this lifestyle, y'know?
Ophelia: I'm sure.
Gemma admires the art. She could do that!
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Paisley: Thank you so much for agreeing to this. It'll be, like, so nice to hang out with you.
Ophelia: Well, we're not just hanging out. I've got a lot of material for us to go over!
Paisley: Right, yeah, can't wait!
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Marina is having a fascinating conversation when she hears her new friend come into her and Claudia's room.
Marina: Hi Gemma! Hi Gemma's mommy! Hi Miss Lady!
Paisley sighs in exasperation.
Paisley: Marina, I told you that you can call me Paisley.
Marina: Okay, Miss Lady!
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Ophelia sets Gemma down and gives her a talking to.
Ophelia: Alright, you play nice. We'll be in the other room. If you need anything, come get us, but stay in here and play if not, okay?
Gemma: 'kay, Mommy!
Ophelia gives her a big kiss before she and Paisley make their leave.
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Claudia hops off her rocking horse and, to Gemma's surprise, is pretty nice.
Claudia: Hi! Trent sayed you were comin' today! Wanna play?
Gemma: Yeah!
Marina gets distracted and starts crawling through the play tube.
Gemma: Wow, you got lotsa toys.
Claudia: I know.
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Marina pops out of the tube and stumbles over to the two.
Marina: Let's play dollies!
Gemma casts a hesitant look at Claudia to make sure she's not going to get mad at her playing with her sister, but she seems like she's gotten over that.
Claudia: Okay!
Gemma: Yeah, okay.
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Meanwhile, in the makeshift music studio, Ophelia is setting up the microphone.
Ophelia: Okay, looks like we're all set. Let's go over some scales and then we can try to see where you're at vocally.
Paisley: 'kay 'kay!
Paisley's very confident, which Ophelia likes to see.
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After playing for a while, the girls get hungry. Ophelia made some pigs in a blanket at home for Gemma to share, but Claudia and Marina wanted to eat in Trent's room because he has comfy chairs in there. Gemma doesn't really argue. What's the worst that could happen?
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To say Claudia is a messy eater would be an understatement.
Gemma: You're makin' a mess!
Claudia: We got people to clean that.
Marina: We're not 'posed to make messes like that, Claudie! Trent sayed it's rude!
Claudia: Trent's not here!
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Some of Claudia's mess ends up near Gemma.
Gemma: Hey!
Claudia: Hehehe, sorry.
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By the time she's finished, Trent's room is a disaster.
Marina: You're messing up hermano's room! I'm tellin'!
Claudia: Tell who? That lady's not gonna do nothing!
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Claudia: I'm a lil princess, Papi sayed so! I can do what I want and you can't stop me!
Marina: Trent sayed be good today and you're being bad!
Claudia: A'least I'm not a li'l baby that still pees her pants!
Hey! That was a low blow. Potty training is hard!
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Marina: Well only babies throw food on the floor! And you're scared of the dark like a baby! You're a DOUBLE baby!
Gemma peruses Trent's bookshelf as if that'll make things less awkward.
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Paisley and Ophelia are well into the lesson and Paisley is perhaps the worst singer she's ever heard. Paisley told her she had been practicing all week! What on earth did she sound like before?
Gemma and Ophelia are in some awkward situations. At least one is getting paid.
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Claudia has enough and swings her little hand, smacking Marina on the arm.
It takes Marina a minute to register but the pain kicks in and she starts crying.
No fair, she was just trying to get her sister to be good! Now their new friend won't wanna play with them anymore.
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Marina says screw it to being good and starts hitting Claudia back. The little rugrat even manages to bite Claudia's hand!
Gemma realizes things have escalated a little too much for her liking and goes to get a grownup.
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fangcyclonelunaheat · 3 years ago
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sooo i have a few aus for initial d (ik sounds weird esspecially for a series like that) so here are they modern au - the same story just it all takes place in somewhere around our time (2020 2021 around that), without the virus ofc and takumi never came out to anyone and never plans to but gives hints of him being bi and prob later on gay  helltaker au - the characters are just the demons in helltakerbuU UutUuTUtt they are part of a sin like takumi is sloth or nakazato is envy or etc etc.. (ithink this is the first one i made) old times (like mid 19th centery old) au - one of the aus where the night kids are the main characters. nakazato and shingo try to escape to the uk (all takes place in france) while shingo is a street killer by playing his trustworthy violin and killing every listeners with the bow that has a blade inside the wood where youd usually hold the bow (unlike 5 year old me) oni au - the 2nd one where the night kids are the main characters. yea this is the one where shingos a oni and has nakazato as his samurai partner (who somehow sucks blood of open wounds to apperently not have it spread how the fuck is he not dead yet) to kill momotaro (peach man with a dog, pheasant and monkey)for revenge and to get immortal to become some war god undertale au (initial u?????) - simple, undertale but initial d. the only characters i have are the takahashi brothers as a mix between napstablook/mettaton and the skeleton bros, where ryosuke (whos basiclly mettaton but with cars and racing and being more serious)  has a racing company/team (smallmfghostthing) and keisuke (nappy) is just a dude who just wants to be reunited with his brother. genocide run is just keisuke taking revenge by taking over the shell ryosuke used and modifing it and boom sans fight but with robot dorrito man limbo au (idk what else to called it ) - the only one i have for this one is takumi is that accurate angel that are rings with eyes and wings and i made the rings around him thats all
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