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shut-up-math · 7 years

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Home Is Where the Pack Is

[Author Note: Okay be nice. I haven’t written an actual fanfic in like two years but I really wanted to do a (Not so little) fic of Martin x Amanda fluff and the Rowdy 3 after last weeks episode so this is what happened.]

Martin sat back and watched as the shadows danced across the trees as the light of the fire licked at the night sky. The Bofuki Nepoo (A name that would still take him some getting used to) were an odd people, if they even were that. They danced and jumped around like animals for what felt like forever and played music like no Rowdy had ever heard before and their food tasted sweeter than candy. However they were not only offering the Rowdy 3 a safe haven in this strange land, but celebrating with them as well. And what a cause for celebration. The Rowdy 3, together once again.

Martin leaned against a hut with his thumb pressed to his lower lip in thought. He missed the sensation of a cigarette between his lips. It was just a reminder they weren’t quite out of the woods yet. Away from Blackwing perhaps, but now a new threat loomed overhead. Out of the frying pan and into the fire.

The wind shifted suddenly and Martin could feel Amanda’s presence before she stepped beside him crossing both arms and leaning up against the hut. He never dropped his gaze as his eyes flicked back and forth between Gripps and Cross who were linked arm in arm dancing around Vogel who was now hooting and flapping his arms like an owl, grinning ear to ear. “Bit poetic, ain’t it?” He huffed with a hint of a smirk playing at his lips. “You showin’ up just when we were about to give up hope—BOOM!” He made an explosive gesture with his hands, mimicking rain trickling down over him. “Drummer girl saves the day!”

“Well, what the hell else was I supposed to do, stuck in Puff the Magic Dragon’s bad acid trip? Besides…Vogel really missed you guys. ” Modestly Amanda laughed trying to act like it was no big deal, despite feeling the complete exhaustion of whatever freaky psychic shit she had managed to pull off. Even under the waterlogged mascara and eyeliner, he could tell by the dark circles under her eyes she hadn’t been sleeping well. Though, Martin wasn’t sure he looked all that great himself. Two months of starving will do that to a guy. It was impossible to imagine what she and Vogel had gone through trying to find them. It was hard enough running from Blackwell, even more difficult finding it.

His lips parted trying to find the right words to thank her for…well, everything but the moment was cut short when Vogel and Gripps grabbed Amanda by the arms and hoisted her up on Cross’s shoulders while the Bofui Nepoo slammed their hands against the ground in a rhythmic pattern. “Admit it, Drummer! You missed our ugly mugs!” Cross teased as he balanced her weight while he moved around the camp fire.

“Of course she did! Vogel laughed hysterically as he smacked Martin’s arm. “Tell ‘em Drummer! You cried like a little cry baby after we went on the run!” Amanda knew he didn’t mean for it to embarrass her but it did. A light blush rose up on her cheeks, visible even in the dim light of the fire. The boy’s comment left a sour feeling in Martin’s stomach, not liking the mix of emotion he felt emanating off of Amanda nor the thought of her lying awake crying while they were locked up.

“’Cry baby’?!Oh please!” She retorted back to Vogel with a scoff. “Who was comforting who when we accidentally burnt down that Circle K because somebody doesn’t like spiders” Cross then launched Amanda into Gripps’s arms who gently set her back onto the ground.

Vogel gave her a playful shove. “I told you! Nothing that small should be able to build cool web stuff outta their butt!”

“And I told you not to mix lighters and hair spray! That’s an outside activity!” Amanda teased back.

“Sounds like you two got quite the adventure to tell.” Gripps joined along side Cross. “Can it wait til morning?” Cross yawned as he leaned his head on Gripps’s shoulder. “Dancing’s not as fun when you’ve been in a box for two months.”

“Agreed. Those box headed guys really filled me up too. I need a nap.” Gripps nodded and his head sunk onto Cross’s.

“You always need a nap.” Vogel hummed as his eyes closed. Amanda seemed to notice, even before they returned from Blackwing that the Rowdy 3 had a kind of Hive Mind thing going. She could see the exhaustion settling in on each of their faces at the same time.

“Come on, Wakti Wapnasi said we had a place we could crash for the night.” Amanda said gesturing for them to follow.

“Wak-tee-woop-what-what?” Martin made an attempt at the name, giving up half way through.

“Just…don’t even try to make sense of it. I gave up after the unicorns. I know this place is batshit, but trust me on this, the old lady with the butterfly face is cool.”

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Amanda lead them to what looked like a bird’s nest made of every color feather imaginable, and then some. By the time 4 out of 5 Rowdys had settled in it reminded Amanda of when they’d sleep in the van. Dog piled into a small space, limbs wrapped around each other as make-shift pillows, the complete concept of personal space thrown out the figurative window. Amanda knew well enough to know to pile in last for fear of being crushed under Cross’s boney elbows or be stuck by Vogel’s smelly feet. Martin on the other hand ended up on top beside Amanda, both using Gripps’s shoulder to support their heads, Cross’s long arm draped across Martin’s chest.

Almost instantly the snoring started. A familiar noise Amanda didn’t realized how much she missed. For the first time in two months…no before that even. Maybe for the first time ever, even while being stuck in a weird land that sounded like a nursery rhyme, Amanda felt at home. The feeling settled into her chest and again Martin could feel the warm comfort of emotion roll off of her in waves. The snores mixed in with the faint distant music of the Bafuki Napoo still playing tribal drums and the crickets chirps echoed into the forest making it feel like it went on forever.

Martin could feel the others drift to a deep sleep but he couldn’t keep off edge. Every crack of a branch had him twitching, listening, feeling for anything that might dare ruin this moment. His family was back together and it still felt like any second Blackwing would sweep through the grass the moment his guard was down and he’d be back at square one. For a brief moment he entertained the idea that this was all just a beautiful dream and soon he’d wake up still dangling from a chain in the ceiling but quickly dismissed the idea feeling his heart race at the thought. It was then he felt the shift of Amanda’s boot against his and hearing the subtle sigh of someone still awake.

“Drummer?” He whispered over his shoulder to her.

“Hm?” Came a soft reply as she did the same before shifting onto her back to hear him better. He mirrored her actions so they were face to face now and suddenly Amanda was finding herself aware of how close they really were.

“Thanks.” Martin spoke softly again, just loud enough for her to hear. He could see here attempting modesty again but quickly put a hand up to silence her. “Not just for this…Vogel too. I know he ain’t …” Martin stopped himself for fear of sounding insulting. He loved Vogel like a little brother, of course he did, but he also wasn’t blinded enough to not see that spending most of a boy’s educational years in a government facility and then on the run with three crazy psychic vampires didn’t do Vogel any favors.

“Martin…it’s okay. I get it, we actually had a lot of fun along th-” She tried but again he put a hand up.

“He’d be dead if’weren’t for you. We all would. Takes a lot of balls to do what you did, to last ‘s long as ya did. To still have hope after two months of nothing. Shit you’re more Rowdy than any of us.” It was now Amanda was realizing this was the most serious she had seen Martin. There was a desperation behind his eyes that pained her to see. She tried her best to swallow the knot in her throat, but there was no hiding your feelings from the Rowdy 3. After a long silence once more Martin cleared his throat.

“I cried too by the way….” He spoke softer than before but the words hit Amanda like a ton bricks to the chest. She knew what he was doing, trying to make her feel better about Vogel calling her out earlier, but it didn’t change the fact that the pain in her chest grew tighter. “Don’t tell the boys. We were locked I separate cells beside each other.” He explained. “When y-you…”He cleared his throat and gave the hint of a sniffle. “A few moments before you pulled us through that-what’dya call it? Magic water thing?! It’d been days since we’d seen anyone. Not Priest, not Friedkin, not even that weird little assistant guy who filled our water bottles. Just…darkness and I was sitting there thinking…We’re never going to get outta here. Then –” He snapped his fingers softly. “Splash, I see you looking back at me and smell the most delicious meal I’ve had in months.” He smiled licking his lips at the residue of energy drained off the knights. “And it all feels like a dream still…Thank-Ooof!” Martin grunted as Amanda’s small arms wrapped around him pressing her cheek to his chest.

“Quit fucking thanking me already. Just don’t ever leave us like that again.” Her words were mumbled into the fabric of his suit, but heard none the less. Martin didn’t need to use his abilities to know she was crying again, though the emotion was powerful.

“Promise, Drummer Girl. Never again.” The words passed between his lips in a heavy sigh against her hair and he wrapped his arms around her as she shook slightly trying to hold back sobs. His beard burrowed into her hair as they nuzzled closer together. After silence and time he felt her begin to drift to sleep. The sun crept over the trees and birds chirped as morning slinked across the forest floor. Martin never let himself fully fall asleep, ever watchful of the Rowdy 3. All five of them.

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farahblack · 4 years

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do you ever have a very very specific idea that would be absolutely lovely if you actually like,,, wrote it

#so i have this scene kinda plannrd out and if i wrote it it would be really cool but to do that i need to like;;; actually write a fic ajdns #ok but consider:#dirk has to have scars on his shoulder right? because he got shot lmao and that;;; tends to scar what can you do #but anyway scenario: theyre on a mission/case or something doing normal extremely dangerous holistic stuff #and todd gets shot #not only in the shoulder but in other places too #and hes like on the floor bleeding out because oof and dirks over him crying or something BUT TODD REACHES OUT TO TOUCH DIRKS FACE LIKE #(about his newly shot shoulder) ''hey... looks like we'll match''#and its all soft and shit and then they call a hospital ffs please don't let this man die like this #but anyway then todd also has a shoukder scar which matches with dirks and objectively it all sucks but like.... they match...#shout-out to that one su comic i saw like a year ago that gave me this idea lmao #dghda #gentlyman #misc

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protecticarus · 6 years

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Eeyyyye fic idea- so like. What if Dirk is especially self destructive when he's in a smad mood? And of course anyone who knows notices and gets super concerned, but he writes it off?

I actually love this prompt because growing up in blackwing dirk got physical punishments when he did badly in the experiments so it would be totally expected that any kind of failure/hardship would prompt self-destructive behavior in him, even now.

this turned into dirk not being able to live up to his own unrealistic standards set by blackwing & angst + hurt/comfort ensuing.

but I hope you like it! x

p.s. I suppose a trigger warning could be put here, since this does involve dirk hurting himself but it’s not too dramatic or explicit (not the most “popular” [ew at the choice of word] forms of self harm & he’s doing it subconsciously) but if you can’t handle reading about any self-destructive behavior, skip this!

Todd was frustrated. It was late and Dirk was even more hyper active than usual. He couldn’t figure out a clue in the case and seemed to be obsessing over it.

Todd was cranky. He was tired. He wasn’t proud of how he handled the situation.

“Dirk, you’re not gonna get it! Let’s just sleep on it, okay?” Todd groaned.

“I’ve almost got it, Todd!” Dirk almost snapped back.

“No, you don’t, Dirk! Everything you’ve come up with so far has been wrong! Let it go! Let’s just go home, for Christ’s sake!” Todd raised his voice.

Dirk looked like he’d been slapped. Farah raised her eyes from the paper work to look at the boys. Todd immediately knew he overreacted.

“Look, I’m sorry, Dirk, I’m just tired.” He sighed.

Dirk nodded. “I understand. Let’s go.” He answered.

“Yeah?” Todd asked.

“Yes. Goodnight, Farah.” Dirk gave Farah a shy smile and grabbed his coat.

Farah smiles awkwardly in return. “Night, guys.” She replied.

Todd gave her a quick wave and followed Dirk out. They flagged down a taxi and got in.Todd was more than satisfied spending the ride in silence with his own thoughts, but his thoughts were interrupted by weird thumping. He was about to ask the driver if everything was okay with the car, but from the corner of his eye he noticed movement. Dirk was slowly hitting his wrist against the car door.

“Dirk?” Todd said to get his friend’s attention.

“Hmm?” Dirk said, not looking up from his hand making contact with the car door.

“What are you doing?” Todd asked.

Now Dirk looked up. “Pardon?”

“What are you doing?” Todd repeated.

Dirk followed Todd’s gaze to his hand. “Oh. I rather don’t know. Deep in thought I guess.” He shrugged and brought his hand to his lap.

Todd furrowed his brow in thought but didn’t say anything more.

In fact, he forgot about Dirk’s weird tic until they got back to their shared apartment.

“You want something to eat before bed?” Todd asked as he made his way to the fridge.

When Dirk didn’t reply in a while, Todd made his way to the living room where he found Dirk sitting on the couch and hitting his wrist repeatedly against the coffee table, harder than he’d done before. His expression conveyed that it was starting to hurt him.

“Hey! Cut it out! What are you doing?” Todd walked to Dirk and swatted his hand away from the table.

Dirk jumped at he sudden outburst. “Oh, sorry, what did you say?” He asked.

Todd sighed. “Never mind that, why are you doing that?” He asked and nodded towards Dirk’s hand which was red in the spot that had been hit.

Dirk looked down at it. “Oh, I don’t know. It helps me focus.” He shrugged.

“What, hurting yourself helps you focus?” Todd threw back mockingly.

Dirk just shrugged again.

“That’s not normal, Dirk.” Todd said more seriously.

Dirk let out a humorless laugh. “Well, in case you haven’t noticed, Todd, I’m not exactly ‘normal’.” He replied.

Todd rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I’m aware, but still, why does that help you focus?” Todd asked.

Dirk seemed to visibly pale at the question. “I don’t know.” He whispered.

Todd was about to press further but a sudden thought stopped him. Why would pain help Dirk refocus? Where would he have learned that? Of course. Everything unhealthy and depressing in Dirk’s life could pretty much be traced back to Blackwing. Todd felt sick at the thought of how Dirk had to have learned this coping mechanism.

“Dirk…” Todd started.

“It’s nothing, really, Todd.” Dirk interrupted him.

“It’s not nothing, Dirk. It’s not healthy is what it is.” Todd said.

“Well, too bad! It is what it is. Just let it go.” Dirk snapped and got up from the couch. “I just need to figure out this case and everything will be fine again.”

“No, Dirk, you need a break. And it’s okay to take a break.” Todd said.

Dirk sighed.

“I know you’ve been hurt, Dirk, but how things where done in Blackwing is not how real life works.” Todd explained.

Dirk winced at the mention of Blackwing.

“You need to understand that hurting yourself is not okay but that it’s okay to accept setbacks. We’ll figure out the case, we always do. Don’t be so hard on yourself.” Todd said softly.

Dirk stayed quiet. Todd gave him a sympathetic look but Dirk wouldn’t meet his eyes. Todd followed Dirk’s gaze to his right hand and noticed that he was squeezing it into a fist very tightly.

Todd took a few steps to Dirk and took his hand in his. Dirk relaxed his hand and looked at Todd, but Todd was looking at Dirk’s hand which was developing angry red marks from where his nails had dug into his palm.

“You didn’t fail, Dirk. And even if you did, so what? People fail to meet their goals all the time but that’s okay? They just try again. It’s okay to not get results and to have negative feelings. You just have to let yourself have those feelings. It’ll get better. You don’t need to punish yourself for them.” Todd explained softly.

Dirk looked down at his feet and nodded softly.

“Next time you feel like hurting yourself, just, yell at me or something. That’s how I take out my aggression. I won’t mind. You’ve earned your turn anyway.” Todd said to lighten the mood.

Dirk snorted. “I’d rather not do that, Todd.” He replied.

Todd smiled. Of course Dirk wouldn’t do that.

“Well, then just talk to me.” Todd said.

Dirk sighed. “I’ll try. I just don’t really even think about it at this point. I didn’t even realize I was doing it.” He replied quietly.

“Then I’ll help you get over it. I’ll yell at you to stop and then feel bad about yelling afterwards and make you tea.” Todd said.

Dirk fully laughed this time. “Alright. Deal. And then we can work on your anger issues.” He said.

Todd furrowed his brow. “What anger issues?”

if you have any ideas for fics, send me prompts! I’ll be happy to write them. my inbox is open! xx

#dghda #fan fiction #dirk gently #todd brotzman #brotzly #ff #dirk gently’s holistic detective agency #angst #hurt/comfort #trauma #self destruction #a non-explicit form of self harm #fic prompt #send me prompts #prompt fill #protecticarus

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verycharismaticdragon · 6 years

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i was going to make a nice, funny-ish tshirt for myself and b done, but with recent news? screw literally everything. ya want litzibitz’s girl gang themed tshirts/other stuff? here ya go

#dirk gently's holistic detective agency #dirk gently #dghda #dghda2 #litzibitz trost #bigby badoo #zarf empuni #nibso pwonk #wendimoor #mexican funeral #wendimoor funeral #honestly im so tired and sad and enraged idk how to channel it #bbca couldve made merch and get our $$$ directly #bbca couldve WAITED TILL INTERNATIONAL PREMIERE FFS #but nooooo #dghda log

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rapunzelthecorgi · 6 years

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By all means you can say that the way Max Landis wrote the story it made sense for everyone in Wendimoor to be killed, but for fucks sake don’t tell lgbt+ people that they are overreacting or are being ‘irrational’ or whatever for being upset at having two queer men in a relationship who said they wanted a happily ever after be gunned down after coming out to their parents. Like it really sends the message (even unintentional) that we can’t get happily ever afters even in fiction and that really hurts no matter how temporary those deaths might be. So please don’t do that, we have a right to be upset at that without someone telling us it “made sense that it happened.”

#dghda spoilers #dghda #ok to reblog #do not add commentary to this #tho #or replies #also don't send asks #you will be blocked #I've been super upset at seeing that happen #and I've had three people tell me I'm overreacting #so ffs let us be upset right now #ugh #m: discourse #m: original #m: text

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lets-share-neen · 6 years

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Damn it, I thought I calmed down since the cancellation, but that scene at the festival and Alive starting to play in the background and I start sobbing again

#Dirk-rewatch #dghda #ffs I will never get over this

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groovinomicon · 7 years

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((I've been trying to post this all night ffs)) Aight, here's my contribution to the DGHDA Big Bang 2017! It's a scene from @everythingremainsconnected 's awesome fic...(who's name escapes me...) I cannot draw cars please just ignore that blob in the distance...

#dghda #dghda big bang #dirk gently's holistic detective agency #amanda brotzman #rowdy 3 #martin dghda #copicmarkers #come on tumblr work with me here

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bookshopwitch · 7 years

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a friend of mine, recently finished DGHDA: no one mentions the fact that Todd literally brought Lydia back to the people that kidnapped her like ffs todd she was a free baby and you fuckin brought her back

#dirk gently #dghda

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allhallows-art · 7 years

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I cannot decided who I'm more like in dghda like I feel like Amanda but also Dirk and then also Todd although perhaps hints of Farah? I mean i also feel like the entirety of the rowdy 3 and ALSO RAPUNZEL FFS ALEKS WHAT ARE YOU

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clockworkcheetah · 2 years

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listening to give me away and the dghda worms that reside in my brain could make an au idea out of this

#not exactly the same #but like the idea of two conciousness sharing a body #and the soul swapping in dghda #like dirk and todds souls stuck in one of their bodies #and theyre just fucking arguing who gets to control the body #todd: ffs its my body you are literally living rent free here #idk if i would write it cause it feels very cursed

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shut-up-math · 6 years

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Growing Up Rowdy || A Rowdy 3 Fic

Judging by the shoes, dress, purse, hair, and jewelry of the older woman standing in line at the checkout of the grocery story she was rather wealthy. And by judging by the tears in the eyes of the cashier she left in her wake, the older woman wasn’t the nicest of little old rich white ladies in what was obviously an upper class neighborhood. So when she stepped outside to see a very small, very young boy in an over sized leather jacket bashing in the windshield of her it took her by surprise.

Martin and Cross chuckled while they watched the scene unfold as they leaned against the van doors. Normally they avoided fancy neighborhoods like this, too many cops and privet security guards and everything smelled fake, people included. But, when the youngest Rowdy says he wants to stop the van to ride the plastic purple alligator outside the grocery store, and when he runs out of quarters gets distracted by the big shiny clean car, and IF he just so happens to think it would look better with a bashed windshield, well...Who was Martin to deny a boy his happiness? They were close enough to jump in if-when things got rowdy enough for them to leave.

“YOUNG MAN!” The woman shouted at Vogel but the sound of breaking glass made it hard for him to hear. The three boys watching from the van giggled like children when she resorted to smacking the hood of the car. Vogel stopped a second, the child size bat a little too big in his hands.

“Huh? You wanna smashy-smash too?” The boy’s voice sounded even smaller coming from behind such an innocent looking face, despite being covered in dirt.

“Wha-WHAT?! NO! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?! WHERE ARE YOUR PARENTS?? I’M CALLING THE POLICE!” She screamed until she was blue in the face, only making Cross and Gripps laugh harder but something in Martin’s expression changed. Vogel dropped his arms, holding the bat at his side and his head tilted in confusion.

“What’s a ‘Pawent’?” The boy still struggled with his ‘r’s and ‘s’s, but it was obvious what he was asking. “That a kinda bird?” Bending his elbows, he started to whistle like a bird and that was the final straw for the old woman. A hand swung back ready to strike but something caught her wrist before it even threatened to make contact with Vogel’s cheek. Though that didn’t stop him from flinching. Looking up he saw Cross staring the woman down with a dark glare and his head slowly shaking. Her anger faded to fear in an instant. The boy felt Martin’s hands pick him up from the van, carrying him under his arm like he was a sack of flour, little feet dangling behind, bat still in hand. In front of him he could see Gripps starting the van, and behind he caught a glimpse of blue light coming from the old woman, draining to Cross. Martin pulled the van doors open and put the child inside making it impossible to see if she was alright or not. Something had upset them, he could feel it but didn’t understand what.

“Did I do th’omething wong, Boss?” Vogel asked, trying to get a better look but Martin blocked his view. The blonde ruffled the boy’s hair shaking his head as he lit a cigarette, blowing the smoke up and away from Vogel. Being unusually quiet, Cross climbed into the back seat with no more than a clear of his throat.

“What’s a Pawents?” He asked again, and once more there was a strange silence in the van. Gripps started to peel out of the parking lot. Through the window Vogel could see the old woman was kneeling in the parking lot with a look on her face that would stay with him for some time. “Why aw’e you mad at that lady?” Without missing a beat, Cross spoke up first.

“She was gonna hit ‘ya.” He huffed, hands balled into fists. “The hell kin’a person hits a kid, man?! It’s messed up!” His voice grew a little manic. “messed up!!”

“We let ‘er off easy....Not like he hurt anything that mattered! Cars were made to be smashed” Gripps chimed in, clearly just as heated.

“That’s why they invented bumper cars!” Cross retorted quickly.

” You’re thinkin’ of Monster Truck Rallies.” Martin added, but he hadn’t looked up from the spot on the floor his eyes fixated on.

“Whoa, you mean like-they got Bigfoot driving a-”

“WILL TH’OMEBODY PLEA’TH TELL ME WHY THE MEAN LADY WANTED ME TO HAVE A PARROT’?!” Vogel yelled as loud as his little voice would allow, and was so upset he managed to get his ‘r’s right but, the wording wrong. To no fault of his own of course. Home school with the Rowdy 3 mostly consisted of, finding food, avoiding police and Blackwing and of course causing chaos. Though this was a question Martin had seen coming eventually.

“Parent, not Parrot.” he corrected, breaking the silence. “And it’s nothing the Rowdy 3 need to worry about.” he leaned in placing a hand on the boy’s shoulder. He knew that wasn’t the answer he was looking for and let out a heavy sigh. “Parents are the folks who give birth to you.” Shit. He hadn’t explained ‘birth’ yet. “Uh..Where you come from....Look, all you gotta know is, people aren’t gonna understand our weird little family, but family is way more powerful than stupid ass parents.” he let out a soft laugh. “Parent’s aint never done nothin’ for the Rowdy 3 but, family...well that’s all we got ‘n that’s all we need.” Vogel’s face lit up with a bright grin, feeling the same sense of pride coming from his elder brother. He wrapped his tiny arms around Martin’s middle hugging tight.

Martin gave a loud clear of his throat and a crack of his neck. “Alright, ‘nough mushy stuff. What do you boys wanna do next?”

“DRIVE!” Vogel pulled back from Martin tossing his small fists in the air. Martin paused a moment, raising an eyebrow and let out a scoff.

“Meh...what the hell, why not?”

#the rowdy 3 fanfic #the rowdy 3 #rowdy3 #martin #vogel #gripps #cross #dirk gently fanfiction #fanfiction #fan fiction #ff #dghda ff

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shut-up-math · 6 years

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HAHA I ACTUALLY DID IT!!

CHAPTER 2!!!!!

#the rowdy 3 holiday special #chapter 2 #the rowdy 3 #Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency #dirk gently #todd brotzman #amanda brotzman #brotzly #dirk/todd #amanda/martin #drummerwolf #dghda #dghda ff #dirk gently fanfic #dirk gently's holistic detective agency ff #fanfic #fan fiction #dirk gently fanfiction

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shut-up-math · 6 years

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☣ Like us but WRONG ☣|| The Rowdy 3 (not so)Minific

***Under Read More for any possible TRIGGERS. Check tags before reading

Martin leads the rest of the Rowdy 3 to another Blackwing subject and things go from bad to just crazy in seconds when Vogel has a break down and his brothers are there to comfort him. Prepare for angst.

“Why’s it so cold?” Cross asked, arms folded across his chest while he jumped up and down trying to keep warm. “I am starvin’! We ain’t seen Skinny British Guy in like a week.”

“It’s Winter, Man.” Gripps said fitting a wool hat on Vogel’s head when he tried to climb out the back of the van. “The sun goes on vacation so it gets all-Brrrrrrrrrrbbbb.” His hands rubbed his shoulders to indicate ‘cold’. Vogel stuck behind long enough for the hat to be put on his head before diving out of the van and into a pile of snow. He landed with a very hard thud, and a painful ‘Ooff!” It wasn’t as deep as he thought it was.

“The ground was taller than I realized.” Vogel groaned. Martin climbed out of the van next, offering a hand to help him up. The boy was on his feet in seconds, brushing the snow off his jacket. “Thanks Boss!” He beamed up at him with a bright grin.

“After we go into the city and figure out what-whatever this smell is we can go see what damage we can do with a few hundred snow balls.” Martin winked to the other Rowdy boys. “Skinny British Guy usually isn’t far off. I’m sure we’ll get a meal soon.” He took a deep whiff of the air, smelling the sickly sweet scent tickling his nose. It was familiar, yet unlike anything they’d smelled before. “Somethin’ tells me this is gonna be weird.”

The Rowdy 3 didn’t care for the city. Actually they down right hated it. There were way too many people in way to small of a space. It was always a sensory overload. “Stay chilly, boys. We gotta see this through.” He sniffed again, tracking the scent down a rather busy street. It was getting stronger and faintly smelled of copper and lemons maybe? Something bitter to say the least, but it pulled him in none the less.

“Why everybody in such a hurry?” Cross peered over the crowded sidewalk as dozens of pedestrians shuffled around them. “And Angry, I’m sensing a lot of anger from..you...you..you.” He continued pointing at people as they walked past them while Martin lead the way. Gripps was remaining incredibly quiet but the hold on his brick was causing his hands to hurt. With a sharp breath in he pressed it against his chest when someone crossed in front of him to go into a flower shop. Vogel walked in the middle, trying his best not to make eye contact with anyone, keeping his focus on the scent and the back of Martin’s head. The constant swirl of so many emotions made his stomach sick and hungry all at the same time and his head felt like the yoyo.

Lacking the knowledge of traffic laws, Martin past the crosswalk and lead them to the other side of the street. The four of them shut their eyes, ignoring the violent honk of drivers stopping to avoid hitting them. The leader of the Rowdy 3 gave one driver who stopped a little too close a dark glare as the wheels rolled to a full stop. These people were merely distractions from the real goal. He continued on, Rowdy boys close behind.

“Gotta be close.” Gripps sniffed the air, stepping up beside Martin. “Smells rotten.” He noted. His boots hit grass and the group discovered they were in a public park. Then as if someone flipped on a switch the four of them zoned in on a single person standing in the center of a crowd of people. Her hair was wild like an animal and her clothes covered in dark red stains. Her arm was outward with something dark in her hand. Martin pushed up his glasses to get a closer look but the moment his brain registered what she held the shot was already fired. A bullet sunk into a man’s head and he dropped to the ground. The crowd began to scream as they burst into a sea of chaos. They could feel the swarm of fear and horror fill the air like a thick fog.

“This why we’re here, Boss?” Vogel asked in a harsh whisper. It didn’t feel right to feed while a crazy lady ran around killing people. Even if it was a unique fear they’d never tasted before, it felt wrong. The hair on the back of their necks stood up when the woman’s eyes locked with Martin’s. He stared at her from over his glasses, giving them another push up. The screams became no more but white noise and an electricity filled the air, drawing the five people closer. This didn’t feel right. It was almost as if she were mirroring Martin’s movements and the all too familiar words ‘Everything is connected.’ rang in Martin’s head. She was like them...but different. Wrong. They could all feel it. Maybe even her. By the time they met in the middle the five found themselves inside a gazebo in the center of the park.

The mad-woman’s eyes broke from the pack leader’s as she began to scan over them, still remaining silent. Looking to the shortest Rowdy last, she started to look at her gun, counting how many bullets she had left before looking back up. “So...uh...Am I s’pose ta kill ya, ‘er not?” Rubbing her arm along her nose she gave a rather un-ladylike snort. “Is one’a yous’ Dirk Gently?” When asked the question she waved the gun around at each of them.

Martin just shook his head while putting his hands up out of instinct when a gun was so casually being waved around. “Look, we don’t know no Dirk Gently. We just kinda followed the scent.” He spoke in a slow even tone while moving to put himself closer.

The gun was now in his face and he held up a hand to hold the boys back. Again everything about this was wrong from top to bottom, but Martin couldn’t place it. He wasn’t afraid when she pulled the trigger, nor was he surprised when no bullet fired between his eyes. A gathered sigh of relief could be heard behind him.

“What the hell?” The woman looked at her gun in a raspy voice. She pulled the trigger a few more times confused. “What the hell. I’m supposed to be killing you right now. Why aren’t you dying?”

The blonde closed his eyes relieved, but not curious to find out if the universe was going to change it’s mind. “Don’t know, don’t care. Boys, roll out?” He whistled for them to follow, more so in an attempt to startle perhaps the most unsettling person he had met in the last sixteen years. This could only mean one thing, and she could only be from one place he had no intention of seeing again.

He turned leaving her stunned, jaw agape. “Hey, get back here. I’m supposed to kill you! Something’s not right! Get back here?” Martin had his back turned but he heard the clank of metal and a thud. Whoever she was, she was even more insane then they thought. Somehow she had managed to rip the fire extinguisher off of the gazibo wall and now had the hose pointed at Vogel. . “I don’t really know what this thing does but it’s gotta work better than that no good gun.” And on that note she released the fog of the fire extinguisher. He let out an ear piercing scream when it hit him.

“NO! NO NOT THE GAS!! NOT AGAIN! SHE WORKS FOR BLACKWING!” Vogel screamed louder and louder before hitting the floor and curling into a ball. The smoke stopped but he continued to whimper, mumbling about Blackwing over and over and begging her to stop.

“D’you say ‘Black Wing’?” A fear ran through her they all sensed instantly and the wild woman backed away from Vogel. “Uh...I..I didn’ mean to break your friend ‘er nothin’. I was just tryin’ to kill ‘em is all.” She spoke the words almost as if genuinely apologetic. “But I don’t wanna mess with no guys with guns again and you guys look like a bunch’a real crazy weirdos, so... yeah I’m just gonna go.”

“GET.NOW.” It was his one and only warning.

If the woman had actually left or not was unknown to Martin since his attention was directly focused on the smallest Rowdy. He was still in a ball, mumbling about the gas. One of the civilians who witnessed the mayhem tried to approach and Gripps threw the fire extinguisher at them, just short of hitting their feet. “Get if you don’t want me to stomp your ass!” He warned anyone else who threatened to come near them.

“Vogel? Buddy, hey? It’s okay. we’re not in that hell hole anymore.” Cross tried to comfort him but with no success. “We gotta get ‘em to the van.” He looked at Martin who simply nodded before scooping Vogel into his arms. The boy was no older than fifteen, and weighed very little so it took no effort for Martin to get him out of the public view and into the silence of the van. The crowd’s fear was only making Vogel’s panic attack worse.

The door slammed behind them and the van took off like a bat out of hell. Vogel had grown all but silent now, reduced to soft whimpers. Gripps and Cross sat on each side of him trying anything they could think of to try and get him at least sitting upright. Once they were in the clear Martin slammed on the breaks and climbed into the back of the van with much difficulty.

“Vogel? Talk to me, man. What’s goin’ on?” The boy looked like he was in pain, but nothing in the fire extinguisher could harm him. Blackwing had gas specially manufactured just for them. “We are back in the van. She can’t get you in here.” He tried to explain but his words seemed to go unheard.

“She works for blackwing! I don’t wanna go back, Boss! They did mondo bad stuff there and I don’t wanna go back, Martin! The gas burns my throat and the clothes smell sad and...and...” His breathing grew shallow and it was all Martin could take. He snapped at last, slamming his fist into the side of the van door. He heard a knuckle crack and ignored the fresh scrape of red across his skin or the dent in the door. What was another dent in the old van?

“Damn it, this is all my fault!” A low growl passed between his lips until he dropped to the floor and put his head in his hands. “I....I shouldn’t have lead us into somethin’ like that. I let my own damn curiosity get the best of me and look what happens?!”

A soft sniffle came from the boy now lying face down on the floor of the van. He mumbled some words but it was garbled by his mouth being covered. Martin gripped him by the shoulder turning him over like a pancake. “What was that?”

“I said it’s...it’s not your fault.” he sniffled again, slowly catching his breath. The three others could feel the change him his fear, trans forming into something else now. “It’s b-b-bl-black w-wing-g.”He got a little worked up but was able to keep himself on the verge of crying instead of full blown sobs. “They’re the ones that made up the bad gas! And I’m pretty sure that crazy lady works for them too...that or she’s like some real twisted version of us.” The panic returned to his eyes again.

“Hey-hey, easy now. There ain’t nobody like the Rowdy 3, I can promise you that!” Martin assured him putting an arm around his shoulder and playfully ruffling his hair with his uninjured hand. The others joined in for a group hug, smushing Vogel in the middle until he was just a pair of legs sticking out the bottom of the group hug. “S’long as we are all together, we are never gonna have to see the inside of some freak zoo again. It’s okay to be scared, but you also gotta know you can kick the ass a’ whatever’s makin’ you scared!” The other two Rowdy boys hooted and hollered in response, rocking the van back and forth when they let him go.. Vogel seemed to feed off of their excitement, perking up a little.

“What I don’t get is if the Universe lead us to this crazy lady, it’s kind of rude just to do it for no reason other than to upset the Rowdy 3.” Gripps pointed out, but he spoke as if to his brick, a nervous habit of his.

“She lead us to LUNCH!” Vogel shouted, a hand shooting out to point out the windshield. “It’s the Skinny British Guy!” Martin was well aware that this was just a distraction from a much larger set of issues and each would need addressed fully in their own time. The Universe wanted them to meet that woman, and walk away near unharmed. He had been close enough to see she had over four bullets. It should have fired, yet... They were connected somehow, and he had a feeling he wasn’t going to like how but, for the moment a little distraction wasn’t the worst idea.

“Where did end up anyways?” No one was really paying attention to where they were going, just away from that woman. “Sign reads ‘Springborogh’ but I don’t see a single spring, bouncy or watery.” He added pulling the van door open. Martin of course was the first one to emerge, his bat already swinging, and let out a sharp whistle to get the tall man’s attention.

“DING DING DING DING SOUP IS ON BOYS!!”

“Oh bloody hell, not this again.”

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protecticarus · 6 years

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Some Closure

For a while, running the detective agency is all he needs. Dirk sees his name on the wall every day and can’t help but smile. Despite all, he had done it. He made his dream happen. With the help of his friends, also part of the dream.

Dirk had a very specific view on what the agency should be like. The only factor out of his control, is the new decorative item on the desk, floor, wall or ceiling and so on every now and then. Dirk and Todd go on about their day, not paying too much attention to it, not wanting to make her uncomfortable; but every day, while leaving the office, Dirk whispers a soft ‘goodnight, Mona’ before walking out.

Farah insists on being a sponsor, a quiet partner, but still, every time there is a case that requires some action hero-like situations, she’s there. Eventually she stops by the agency more regularly. For the longest time, neither Dirk nor Todd say anything, they just give each other knowing looks when Farah gets involved in a case. The most calm and content Farah feels is while working with Dirk and Todd. It provides her with a distraction from the uneasiness she might be feeling otherwise and Dirk and Todd were the only people around whom she truly felt like she belonged.

Todd freaks out when he one day realizes that he’s actually, almost, kind of happy? He hasn’t felt that cloud of dread that used to always hang over his head. Somewhere along the way, during all the craziness that the agency brings forth, Todd forgets to feel disappointed in himself. Helping others takes up most of his time and he no longer spends hours wrapped up in self-hatred. Seeing the people their work helps warms Todd’s heart. Seeing Dirk as happy as he is now, in contrast to during the Cardenas case, makes all the stress worth it.

Pararibulitis still taunts Todd, but Wendimoor had helped him cope with it a little. There was no turning attacks into energy-like magic in Seattle, but some of the mindset he’d learned remained. Todd doesn’t see pararibulitis as a punishment anymore, just the universe’s terrible idea of irony and he learns to deal with it. And there’s Dirk, who would drop everything - once he quite literally dropped a mug full of tea - to help Todd. And Amanda helps as well. Todd’s heart aches, in the best possible way, every time his sister willingly contacts him. He finally feels like he’s got his little sister back.

Amanda wouldn’t forget. What Todd did would always hurt and it had changed her world-view drastically. But she loved her brother. She was willing to learn to love this different version of her brother too. Amanda makes sure to take time to call Todd from on the road and even visit. Visiting Todd - and Dirk by extension - always means getting wrapped up in some craziness. Then again, it’s just a different kind of crazy than her life with the Rowdies. She asks Todd about his pararibulitis. She no longer sufferes like she had before. There are still attacks, they come on and she can feel the terror set in her soul but the boys are always there to take the terror away.

The Rowdy 3 reek havoc wherever they go; they get weird looks and are yelled at, but it’s exactly the way they like it.

Todd actually asks if Dirk would like to move in with him. The agency doesn’t provide the most impressive of incomes and Dirk spends most of his time hanging around Todd’s apartment anyway. Dirk doesn’t even attempt to hide his excitement over Todd’s suggstion of changinf their living arrangement. Dirk drags his collection of leather jackets over to Todd’s apartment the very next morning.

Dirk is happy. Really, truly happy for the first time in his life, but in the back of his mind, there is fear. Blackwing is still out there. They had already gotten to Dirk not once, but twice, it is only a matter of time he’d have to deal with them again. One day, Dirk takes up the topic of Blackwing with Todd and Farah, who immediately agree to look into what they can do to be prepared. Farah works the government websites and Todd calls The Rowdy 3. Not long after, they learn about the new administration in Blackwing. And Bart.

The thought of Bart alone in Blackwing, held hostage by her former friend won’t leave Dirk alone. Todd picks up on Dirk’s mood and together they decide to do something about it. Todd asks Dirk if he’s alright with getting involved with Blackwing again, many times, and Dirk insists that he is. A few panic attacks aside, which Todd helps Dirk through, Dirk is more determined than afraid.

Everyone is exhausted by the end of the mission; there are injuries, even deaths and Dirk is a mess, but most importantly... Blackwing is done for. It’s over. Ken is in a military prison himself, along with the other staff involved and Bart is free.

Bart is still convinced that there isn’t a place for her outside of Blackwing, but a heartfelt speech from Dirk helps her see things differently. Dirk used to think like she does. He felt like he deserved to be locked up and there was nothing else for him. But things had changed. And they could for Bart, too.

Bart takes off, determined to find a life fitting for her, like Dirk has. Dirk convinces her to call him every now and then, telling her he wants to be sure she’s okay. Bart asks if Dirk is still scared of her. Dirk tells her he is. Bart laughs and punches Dirk on the arm. Dirk laughs as well.

Dirk feels at ease. He can still feel the stream of creation, he still sees himself as just a small leaf within the vast universe. But for the first time in his life... It is not an unsettling feeling. He knows Blackwing won’t be a problem anymore, outside of his occasional nightmares. He knows that whatever happens, he has people to help him through it. He finally understands that he deserves to be happy.

Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency continues to work hard to help people. And the first people it ever helped were its employees.

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prompt: farah + tina, patching each other up? thank you x

I’m not sure if you wanted this to be bromance or romance so I played with the romance idea & this became very flirty but nothing really happens.this is also a bit shorter than my usual posts but I hope you like it!

“That was amazeballs!” Tina exclaimed as Farah handcuffed the man on the ground, who had fought back aggressively only seconds ago.Farah sighed and closed the car door after pushing the man in the backseat. She turned to look at Tina, only to notice a gash on her chest.“Woah, Tina, you’re hurt!” She said and walked over to Tina.Tina looked down at her chest. “Oh yeah, that, no biggie.” She shrugged and winced immediately after.“Let me look.” Farah said. Tina held up her hands in defeat and sat on a log behind her while Farah examined her injury.“How did that even happen? He didn’t have a weapon?” Farah questioned.Tina shrugged again and winced, again. “I don’t know, dude, it all happened so fast.” She replied.Farah walked back to the car. “There’s a first aid kid in the trunk. Give me a second.” She told Tina over her shoulder.Farah reached into the trunk of the car and fished out the first aid kit. She sighed in relief as she saw that there was still gauze and other supplies enough to tend to Tina’s wound left.“Here.” Farah said as she handed Tina the kit. Tina went to open it but Farah stopped her.“No, I’ll do it. Just hold it.” She said.“Okay.” Tina replied. “If you really wanna ogle at my general chest area.” She then winked.Farah blushed and didn’t say anything. She still hadn’t quite gotten used to Tina’s flirting.“I still don’t get how you got this hurt.” Farah wondered out loud as she cleaned Tina’s wound. “The guy barely touched you.”Tina sighed. “I might’ve fallen on that stupid rock over there.” She replied and nodded towards a huge rock with sharp edges at the edge of the road they had confronted their perp on.Farah tried not to laugh. “Oh.” She simply said.“Not all of us can be badass ninjas like you.” Tina laughed. “Some of us get our asses handed to us by inanimate objects.”“I’m not a badass ninja. I’ve just trained my whole life”. Farah stated as she taped the last edge of the gauze on Tina. “There. All done.” She said.“Did you like the view?” Tina asked and smirked.It took Farah a moment to realize what she meant. “I- You know I only wanted to help-““Chillax, Black. I’m just messing with you.” Tina laughed. Farah laughed softly with her. Then she looked down at her hands. “You know, It wasn’t bad.”She looked up to find Tina looking at her with an impressed expression. Farah blushed. Then she realized how long they had been silent and cleared her throat. “Well. We should get going.” She said.Tina nodded. “Sure. Unless you need some patching up after that badassery?” She questioned.Farah thought for a moment. “I think I might have hurt my shoulder in the fight.” She admitted.Tina patted the spot next to her on the log. Farah sat down next to her.“Jacket off, Black.” Tina ordered.Farah carefully shook off her leather jacket until she was left wearing only a dark tank top.“Lord give me strength.” Tina murmured under her breath and started to examine Farah’s arm.Farah blushed yet again. She still hadn’t quite gotten used to Tina’s flirting.But she could get used to it.

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