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thelastspeecher · 2 years
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Could you do Stay-At-Home Stan when the girls are born?
I rushed to finish this up today so that I could post it on Father's Day, because I felt like this particular write needed to go up on Father's Day. Hope it's as fluffy as you wanted from this prompt!
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              Stan closed the hospital room door and returned to his seat by Angie’s bed.
              “About time they left,” he muttered.  Angie rolled her eyes.
              “Be nice.  Lute ‘n Harper ‘re just excited ‘bout their new nieces.  And can ya blame ‘em?” Angie asked.  Stan grinned over at the cribs at the foot of Angie’s bed.
              “Nah.”  He got up from his chair and walked over to the cribs.  “Danny’s sleepin’, but Daisy’s still awake.”
              “Ya can grab her then,” Angie said, but Stan was already carefully reaching into the crib to pick up his daughter.  “Yer really wantin’ to snuggle her ain’t ya?”
              “Duh.  The entire time Harper and Lute were here, they didn’t let me hold her once.”
              “At least they took some cute pictures.”
              “Yeah, yeah, yeah.”  Stan walked back to his chair and sat down.  He smiled down at his newborn daughter.  “Okay, here’s the thing.  Danny and Daisy are the most beautiful babies in the world.”
              “Yes.”
              “But…why do they look so wrinkly and squishy and red?” Stan asked.  He stroked Daisy’s cheek.  Daisy squirmed slightly at the movement.
              “That’s just how newborns look.  They’ll start lookin’ a bit more human after a lil while.”
              “TV lied to me,” Stan muttered.  Angie laughed.  “Wanna hold her?”
              “Nah, I carried her fer months.  You should get the chance to bond a bit.  But I wouldn’t mind ya scootin’ yer chair a bit closer.”
              “You got it.”  Stan moved even closer to the bed, allowing Angie to lean over and smile at Daisy.  “She’s perfect.”
              “Yes.  She is,” Angie said softly.  Daisy squirmed again.  Her six-fingered hand came free of the swaddle.  Angie frowned thoughtfully.  “I ain’t quite sure where the polydactyly came from, though.  I thought I knew every hillbilly disease what runs in my fam’ly, but I guess I didn’t.”
              “Poly-what?”
              “Polydactyly.  Her extra lil finger.”
              “Oh, that’s the name for it?” Stan asked.  Angie nodded.  “Huh.  Well, don’t worry, she doesn’t get it from you.  She gets the six fingers from me.”
              “She does?”
              “Yep.”
              “Do ya have somethin’ to tell me?” Angie asked.  Stan looked up at her.  She was staring intently at his hands.  “Were ya a polydactyl?”
              “Why are ya usin’ past tense?” Stan asked.  He shifted, uncomfortable with Angie’s expression.
              “Well, you’ve got ten fingers, so clearly ya ain’t a polydactyl now.  I know some folks with the condition get the extra digits removed, ‘specially if it ain’t a full extra finger or toe.  But ya don’t have any scars on yer hands…”
              “No, I’m- I’m not a polydactyl now and I never have been,” Stan said, his discomfort growing by the second.  “I’ve just got a relative with six fingers, that’s all.”
              “Ah.”  Instead of satiating her curiosity, however, it was obvious that Stan’s answer had only made Angie more invested in the conversation.  Her blue eyes, which Daisy had inherited, were alight with intrigue.  Thankfully, she didn’t ask the question she clearly wanted to.  “I’m glad to know where it came from, then,” she said mildly.  Stan let out a quiet sigh of relief.  Angie kissed him on the cheek.
              “You…you don’t think Daisy needs to get her finger removed, do ya?” Stan asked.  Angie’s eyes widened.
              “What?  No!  Not unless it becomes a problem later on.  But the doctor says it’s a fully functionin’ finger with nerves ‘n muscles ‘n bones ‘n all that, so it likely won’t be an issue.  And if she decides she wants it removed when she’s big enough to ask, well, we’ll revisit that.”  Stan nodded.  “But I doubt she’ll want it removed.”
              “Why?”
              “We’re goin’ to raise her right,” Angie said.  She stroked Daisy’s cheek, just like Stan did earlier.  “She won’t ever feel like she’s wrong or abnormal or anythin’ just ‘cause she’s got an extra finger.”  Stan swallowed the lump that had suddenly appeared in his throat.
              “Yeah,” he choked out.  “Yeah.”  Angie clicked her tongue sympathetically.  She opened her mouth to say something, but before she could, fussing sounded from Danny’s crib.  “I’ll grab her.”  Stan handed Daisy to Angie.  He got up and went over to Danny’s crib.  Danny writhed, whining loudly.  “Aw, c’mere, princess,” he cooed.  He picked Danny up.  Danny immediately quieted, staring up at him with wide, brown eyes.  Stan stroked Danny’s wispy caramel-colored hair.
              “Princess?” Angie asked.  Stan looked up at her.  Angie cocked her head, smiling.  “Is that a pet name I hear?”
              “Well, yeah.”  Stan went back to his chair and sat down.  “Danny’s my princess.”
              “What about Daisy?”
              “We can’t have two princesses.  There’ll be fightin’ over who gets to rule the kingdom,” Stan said.  Angie laughed.  “I’ll figure somethin’ else out for Daisy, don’t worry.”
              “Oh, I know ya will.”  Angie snickered.  “I’m amused how yer already slippin’ into that dad style of comedy,” Angie teased.  Stan grinned.  “But that makes sense.  Yer humor’s always been rather reminiscent of that.  Lots of puns ‘n whatnot.”
              “I was meant to be a dad.”
              “I can tell.”  Angie kissed Stan’s cheek again.  “And now, ya fin’ly are one.”
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bumbleboa · 4 months
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I have been talking a lot about how I want to be less precious about my sketches but still end up hoarding everything in files that never see the light of day because I think they don't measure up (to my own expectations).
But you know what? This is fanart, it's not meant to be polished since it's just for me and maybe someone else gets a kick out of my doodles as well, so let's end 2024 with a bit of a sketch dump from my files.
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reineydraws · 5 months
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@ellii0tt still not done thinking about figure skater mihawk and hockey player shanks haha here have some doodles :') they're young in this one! late teens/early twenties heading to the olympics for the first time kinda young. (refs: 1, 2)
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myoswu · 5 months
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HIGHSCHOOL AU !!
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omaano · 1 year
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New season's coming tomorrow, so Din's got an upgrade (shiny new weapon) and his kid in hand
(I've got new ideas to explore in this Hades style exploration besides the already existing interactions with Boba and Cobb - and look there is a pocket Luke already next to pocket Din in the background!)
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cherrirui-official · 3 months
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Awe yeah Hitman JD art (+ semi-unrelated doodle bc I wanted to put something over the cut)
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!! Blood warning for the art under the cut !!
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@lemony-and-zesty HI I stumbled upon your Hitman John Dory au while looking at trolls fanart and I'm SO NORMAL abt him!!!! I just had to draw him I hope that's okay
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wynsvre · 6 months
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part 25 of cleric's radio au!! after this, i'm planning two more installments and then we're totally done 🥲🥲🥲
all other installments here!! thank you guys so much for all the love on this au :')
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cringefail-clown · 24 days
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dont have anything of substance to celebrate the one year anniversary of this account, but i do have a shitton of doodles ive made for tbau and never published so. here you go folks!!
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new hs history teacher(/basketball coach ofc) steve who is being shown around the school by gym teacher chrissy.
she takes him around the building to show him where the teacher's lounge is, the cafeteria, what bathrooms to avoid at all costs, and to where her office is if he ever needs anything.
"If I'm not here, I'm probably in Robbie's class over in the language department."
"Robbie?"
"Robin, my partner. She officially teaches ASL, but she likes to join in on the others' lessons whenever she has downtime."
Finally, once they've covered the whole length of the school, she brings him to his room. "So this is you, and right next door is Eddie, our Criminalistics teacher." gesturing to the still-dark window of the door directly across from his in the alcove. 
There's polaroids covering nearly every inch of the outside of the door, pictures of what he can only assume are students with the same dark-haired man.
"Criminalistics?"
"It's a science elective," she explains, "It focuses on the basics of forensic science!"
"Wow that’s…really?"
She nods enthusiastically, "It’s super interesting,” she nods, moving to unlock the empty what-will-be history classroom. “Eddie’s here on even days, and in the music room on odd days for the guitar elective classes."
"Anything I should know about my wall neighbor?" he asks as she pushes the door open.
It looks like she's going to say no, but something flickers across her face and she winces minutely.
"Oh god, what is it?"
She looks at him sheepishly, "How do you feel about metal music?"
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Since his tour in mid June, Steve's completely overhauled his classroom. 
The only room available to him was the one down here in the science hall, but he made do, plastering removable whiteboard contact paper to the tops of the lab tables and a little reminder at each spot for the students about his less-than-stellar hearing, to make sure they speak up when answering a question from the back of the room.
And ever since he got his room, he'd been waiting for the day he finally meets his neighbor.
He met Chrissy's Robbie the same day he had the tour, and they clicked instantly (No seriously, how did he ever function before Robin?). Chrissy had made the comment about them being platonic soulmates one night in August when they'd gone out for one too many drinks, and it's stuck ever since.
Speaking of: "What are you still doing here, dingus? It's almost five."
"Yeah, I know, I know," he says, waving her off.
Robin comes in from the hall and plops herself down on one of the table tops instead of helping him hang a map behind his desk. "You're still adding stuff to your walls?"
"Well, I haven't been here for a couple years already, Bobs," he grits out as he stretches up on his toes to hang the far corner of his map. Finally, the eyelet hooks over the many-times-painted-over hook embedded in the concrete wall. "So yes."
"Well you can finish up tomorrow, we," she emphasizes the word by dramatically waving the same sign with her hand between them, "Have a burger date to get to." 
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The following day, the day before the school year officially starts, Steve arrives early to his classroom, only to find his neighbor's classroom lit up as well.
The be-polaroided door is propped open all the way, the sound of heavy drums and guitar streaming out the door along with the faint smell of moth balls and a spicy incense.
His own room forgotten, Steve steps through Mr. Munson's doorway.
Eddie is standing behind his desk at the front of the room, but hunched over it scribbling onto something.
When Steve's shoe squeaks against the tile floor, Eddie says "Hey, what do you think, identifying skeletal remains, or blood spatter first?" without looking up at him.
"Skeletons, of course." Eddie's head snaps up to look at him. His huge dark eyes are much more striking in person than in a photo. "Much more interesting, yeah?"
Eddie blinks at him. "You're not Chrissy."
"You're correct."
Eddie blinks again, "Who're you?"
"Oh, sorry, hi. I'm Steve. I'm your new neighbor." he gives the other man an awkward wave when he still doesn't move. "Sorry, should I--" he says, gesturing over his shoulder with a thumb.
"No!" Eddie interrupts, standing straight and hurrying out from around his desk. 
He extends a hand and jogs lightly up to Steve. His pen is still laced into his fingers, the end of it chewed flat. "Oh shit, sorry, sorry," he tucks the pen behind his ear, "I'm Eddie. Munson."
"I know," Steve smirks, taking Eddie's hand. "I've been waiting to meet you."
"Oh have you?" he smirks.
"Yeah, Chrissy told me you're her best friend and I wanted your advice on maybe asking her out."
Eddie's face hardens immediately, the warm milk chocolate of his eyes curing into a solid dark, the easy smirk morphing into a cringe as he looks Steve up and down.
He opens his mouth to say something particularly scathing, Steve's sure, but he cuts him off before he can. "I'm kidding, man, I know she's with Robin."
His expression softens just a bit.
"Plus, she's not really my type anyway, even if I were hers."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, I'm more into brunettes." Steve winks, finally releasing Eddie's hand. "I still have a bit more to get done, but I'll check in with you later?"
"Oh--yeah, for sure, I'll be here." Eddie stammers out, his cheeks tinged pink.
Steve fist pumps in his head as he heads to his door, You still got it, Harrington.
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gentil-minou · 7 months
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Wei Wuxian licks his lips and leans forward slightly, walking his fingers across the countertop aimlessly toward Lan Zhan. “You know, Lan Zhan,” he drawls, “A-Yuan says we’re both in the book.”
“Mn,” Lan Zhan responds, tracking the path of his fingers intently, “I am apparently Hanguang-jun, the moral upstanding hero.”
“And I’m the devious Yiling Loazu, who led you astray,” he smirks, peering at Lan Zhan through his lashes.
Lan Zhan meets his stare, head-on, lit from within like molten sunshine. “No,” he corrects, “not astray, Wei Ying.”
Wei Wuxian tilts his head, waiting for him to continue. His fingers stop their dancing, resting just inches away from Lan Zhan.
Lan Zhan shifts his own hand, bringing them even closer, their fingertips almost brushing.  
“The Yiling Loazu did not lead Hanguang-jun astray,” he says, eyes piercing as they flicker between Wei Wuxian’s. “They were partners, and…”
“Ah,” Wei Wuxian breathes, “the decent romance?”
Lan Zhan doesn’t answer, watching him closely. The pupils of his eyes have grown so large there’s only the tiniest ring of gold around the edge. He can see himself reflected in the black. He thinks he likes the version of himself that lives in Lan Zhan’s eyes.
They’re standing on the edge of a cliff, waiting for the other to take a step forward, bracing for a fall.
It should be terrifying, this sudden drop into something completely new, something entirely unknown yet so familiar. But Wei Wuxian is filled with conviction that no matter what, Lan Zhan will catch him.
It's as electrifying as it is calming, this certainty that here, with Lan Zhan, he is safe.
Wei Wuxian tilts his head to the side in a way he knows sets the unmarked skin of his neck on display. “I’m sure it was more than just decent, with a handsome hero like Hanguang-jun.”
Lan Zhan quirks an eyebrow, his gaze resting on the curve of Wei Wuxian’s neck, just as he’d hoped. "Handsome?"
“Well,” Wei Wuxian responds, tapping his index finger so it brushes against Lan Zhan’s fingertips. His skin is soft and perfect, just like the rest of him. “He isn’t wrong. You’re very handsome, Lan Zhan.”
“Really, Wei Ying?” Lan Zhan says, voice quiet and deep.
“Yep, definitely worthy of being compared to the beautiful Second Jade of Lan.”
“Is that so?” Lan Zhan shifts closer, the smell of him filling up Wei Wuxian. He smells so familiar, like something he knows intimately. Sandalwood, Wei Wuxian realizes, with sudden clarity.
Lan Zhan continues, “I would love to hear more about your opinion on my beauty and prestige, Wei Ying.”
“You don’t know anything about me, Lan Zhan. Why would you care what I think?”
Lan Zhan tilts his head, only just. “Do I need to? To want to know how your brain works?”
I commissioned this lovely artwork by the wonderful @lotuslate of a scene from my fic, once upon a time, 很久很久以前 where the entire cultivation world is cursed to live in the modern world without their memories and abilities, but of course wangxian find a way to fall in love all over again.
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poetlcs · 15 days
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one thing I like about heartbreak high as an australian piece of media is it doesn't do that self conscious thing a lot of australian media does where it's fixated of it's international (especially american) audience. which is not only a symptom of general australian insecurity about our cultural exports (culture cringe ect) but also a very literal problem wherein australian creatives are encouraged and sometimes expected to cater to international markets over the domestic one. a lot of the jokes and references (especially in season 2) would not make sense to most international audiences, and yet they included them anyway. despite international audiences confusion following the release of season one over some of these aspects (particularly Missy and Malakai calling themselves Blak) it still decided to encourage those audiences to come into the australian cultural/political/social world rather than warping it to fit those sensibilities and I really liked that! they could of had the characters plays soccer or even rugby rather than AFL, but they didn't! they went for the particularly australian sport. they could have cut the engadine maccas or succulent chinese meal jokes, or chosen any other song expect for fkn untouched by the veronicas to be playing in the background of the dramatic scene, but they knew the australian audience would get it, and love it, and recognise this as an Australian Piece of Media with them in mind & I think that is nice! It's different!! it's unusual!!
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chiliger · 1 year
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Cody-Wan in the “The Mummy”
Part 2
First
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amaranthdahlia · 3 months
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kudoichi childhood friends au (revamped!)
more under cut !!
they r not free from my childhood friends au agenda 🙏🙏
heres additional doodles :]
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i drew this right after 407 where we FINALLYYYY got the ofa/afo backstory AND brand new ichinii content , so in honor of that i revamped my kdch childhood friend au (ill add the older vers at the bottom)
random info:
>their nicknames: hero-san and k-chan (might change)
>kudou only called him that due to yoichi saving him from falling off the log bridge, and the nickname stuck cus yoichi didnt have a name yet (which ik afo taking 9 years to name him is crazy but bear w me) and cus yoichi liked it sm. ... also i rlly dont have a particular reason for yoichi calling him-k chan,
>thats also how they met, after afo left to scavenge or whatever hes up to, yoichi snuck out of the abandoned home he and his brother were currently residing in and found the forest nearby, then met kudou in happenstance
>they never talked about afo other than yoichi referencing him from time to time si kudou didnt know much about him other than "my brother has alot of cool meta abilities" and afo surprisingly never found out about kudou or yoichi leaving almost daily
>they only spent 2 months together, i hc that yoichi and afo moved alot when they were younger so..
>they were eachothers first friend
>the next time they met was in the vault
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anddd heres the older version
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dont have much info since i didnt think much of it, the only significant change is thst the age difference btwn the two
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daydreamerwonderkid · 10 months
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Bruce already has 6-23ish kids (depending on who you count/which run you're reading) in DC canon. He really doesn't need anymore-
AO3 Fic Authors: *eyes Peter Parker* *eyes Billy Batson* *eyes Conner Kent* *eyes Roy Harper* *eyes Wally West* *eyes Danny Fenton* *eyes-*
AO3 Fic Authors: Eh, he can afford the child support.
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spect-era · 22 days
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The legos got me today.
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AU where literally all it takes for a sinner to get redeemed is for them to sacrifice themself for someone they care about, that one act of true selflessness is enough, and one of the Vees ends up sacrificing themself to save the other two(because they all cARE ABOUT EACHOTHER I DONT C A R E). Except whichever one ended up dying actually really fucking hates it in Heaven and is constantly trying to get back to Hell in order to be reunited with their evil polycule and continue exploiting the masses for fun and profit. Then there's also some weird political drama in the background where everybody's realizing how truly SCREWED Heaven's system is because of how little it takes for you to go to Heaven OR Hell and Sera is trying desperately to hold everything together while the afterlife descends into chaos, but that isn't really the focus. The focus is on the evil fucked up polycule that just wants to be reunited </3(and also be evil capitalists but that's not important)
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