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theemightypen · 5 years

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eothiriel for 18?

18) Things You Said When the Sun Was Shining

also yikes this took me 18 million years to fill

It is a beautiful spring day in the Riddermark. There is a gentle breeze coming in from the south, stirring up the scent of honeysuckle and lavender in what was once Theodwyn’s garden. Eomund had built it for her in their house in Aldburg as a wedding present, years ago.

Not for the first time, Lothiriel wonders what her mother and father-in-law would have made of her. Never more so than now that she, at Merthwyn’s insistence, has been all but banished from Edoras for a few days, for a much needed reprieve from her duties as Queen.

“You’ve done your duty admirably these past few months,” the housekeeper had tutted. “And we are all very proud of you, but no eorlingas alive would begrudge you a break, nor time with your children. The council can handle the Riddermark and I the Hall. Go, my lady, and spend time with your babes!”

And so she is. Olfete is playing with her carved horse–a much beloved gift from Eothain–under the dappled sunlight of a nearby tree, while Ecwen gurgles happily around a wooden teething ring, one hand fisted in the fabric of Lothiriel’s skirt.

All in all, a perfect day, but for one thing: Eomer’s absence.

He has been away on campaigns before, of course. Sauron’s fall and the dissolution of Mordor’s armies had not rid Middle Earth of evil. After re-swearing the Oath of Eorl, he has had to aid Aragorn numerous times in keeping their mutual enemies at bay, both within Gondor’s borders and without.

But he has never been gone quite so long. Ecwen had been six months old when he’d left, and six months has it been since his departure. To say that Lothiriel misses him would be an understatement. He has been as consistent as he can, with his letter writing, but that is simply not the same as having him home. Of being able to turn to him for help with Ecwen’s midnight tears, to laugh about Olfete’s attempts at making flower crowns, or to be able to press her face into the curve of his neck at the end of a long day. Their bed has been cold, in more ways than one, for six months. Lothiriel is weary of it.

His last letter had said he would be home sooner rather than later, as quickly as Firefoot’s hooves will take him, but there is the well-being of the returning eorlingas to consider, the new treaties with North Harad to solidify, and all the many miles still to travel.

Lothiriel had known what it would mean to wed a man in such a leadership position. How many times had Ada been called away for just as long when she was a child?

That knowledge helps–somewhat. The ache of missing him–of their girls missing him, for surely that explains at least some of Ecwen’s fussiness–will not be eased by anything other than his eventual return.

“Modor, look!” Cries Olfete, pulling her from her melancholy thoughts. “Buterflégan!”

And it is. A handful of them, brightly colored and graceful in the spring sunshine.

“They’re pretty,” Olfete declares, abandoning her play to climb into Lothiriel’s lap for a better view.

“Pree!” Echoes Ecwen.

“They are indeed,” Lothiriel agrees, “thought not as pretty as you, min swetes.”

Ecwen babbles happily as Olfete giggles, leaning her head against Lothiriel’s shoulder. Their oldest daughter looks very much like her. Dark skin, dark eyes, darker hair–hræfnsweartu, Eomer has always said of them both. Ecwen, even at only a year old, has her father’s tawny hair, his green eyes. But there’s no mistaking the House of Eorl in both of them, in the delicate point of Olfete’s nose, in the stormy expression Ecwen makes when she is well and truly displeased. It has been both balm and pain to see Eomer so plainly in them during the campaign.

“But where’d they come from?” Olfete asks.

The butterflies, Lothiriel thinks, and resolves to stop being so gloomy. Being so will not make Eomer arrive faster and will only serve to upset the children. Olfete has always been very perceptive and Ecwen mercurial, so even the hint of a sour mood is enough to make them both less than happy.

“From far away, I expect,” she says, stroking a hand through Olfete’s dark hair. “Perhaps Haruni sent them.”

“Haruni sent them? Why?”

“Let me show you.” At this she reaches out, gently, carefully, toward the flock of butterflies. One–bolder than the rest–inches towards her finger from its safe perch on a bloom. Lothiriel waits, patiently, until it is settled on her finger to slowly bring it back towards them. Olfete is watching in wide-eyed fascination, one fist tight around the silver chain of Lothiriel’s necklace.

“She will not hurt you, Olfete. I promise. Can she give you her gift?”

Cautiously, Olfete nods. Lothiriel brings the butterfly close to her daughter’s cheek where it obligingly flaps its wings. Olfete giggles, wariness quickly giving way to delight.

“It tickles! What is it?”

“A butterfly’s kiss. Our loved ones can send them to us on their wings, no matter where they are.”

“Ecwen should have some too!” Olfete declares.

“Mo!” Cries Ecwen, in obvious support of the idea.

Lothiriel laughs, bringing the butterfly close to Ecwen’s nose. Fearless as ever, Ecwen eyes the animal with fascination–so much so that her eyes cross. Lothiriel laughs, Olfete giggles, and Ecwen grins, even though it is likely she doesn’t understand what is so amusing. She grins wider at the touch of wings to her nose and mercifully doesn’t try to bat the butterfly away with her chubby, baby fists.

Eventually, the butterfly takes flight, fluttering off to rejoin its kin in the flowers.

Ecwen has crawled into Lothiriel’s lap as well, her head on Olfete’s shoulder. They watch the butterflies in comfortable silence for a while.

Just as Lothiriel begins to contemplate gathering them both up for a nap, Olfete stirs, turning a little to fix her with a piercing stare. It is such an utterly Eomer-like expression that Lothiriel’s breath nearly catches.

“Modor, did the butterflies have to come from Haruni?”

“Well, no,” Lothiriel assures her, shifting Ecwen more comfortably into the crook of her right arm. “Any one we love could have sent them. Aunt Eowyn, Mistress Brandybuck, Legolas–”

“What about Faeder?”

Oh, Lothiriel thinks, willing herself not to cry. “Of course. That is who probably sent them, Olfete, you’re right.”

Olfete’s lip quivers in what is a valiant–and heart wrenching, Valar, how strong she is, for one so young–attempt not to cry. “S’not as good as Faeder’s real kisses, but. It would be ok. If he did send them.”

“I am sure he did. And besides, he will be home soon. He said as much in his last letter, remember?”

Olfete sniffles and leans her head back against Lothiriel’s shoulder. “Soon is taking forever.”

Lothiriel cannot help but huff a laugh before pressing a kiss to her eldest’s forehead. “I know. I think so, too.”

“Fa!” Declares Ecwen suddenly, with a very forceful point in the direction of the butterflies.

No, not the butterflies, but rather the broad-shouldered figure rounding the hedge behind them–

“Faeder!” Cries Olfete, launching herself from Lothiriel’s lap with every ounce of her four year-old’s strength. She is down the path before Lothiriel can even draw a breath to urge caution–surely it could not be Eomer in truth, she would have been told if his eored was so close–

But no, it is him, handsome and tall as ever, bending down to sweep Olfete up in his arms with a relieved laugh.

“How tall you’ve gotten, mitting!” He is saying, as if he hasn’t been gone for months. “And even more freckled than I remembered–

“Faeder, you’re home, I missed you–” Olfete cries, wrapping her little body as tightly as she can around him.

“I missed you too, swete.”

“How much?”

“Very much.”

Lothiriel’s heart is in her throat. Oh, Valar, she’s so happy she could burst. And there has never been anything more touching than Eomer with their children. But she also is torn between the distinct urge to throttle her husband, no matter how much she’s missed him, and give Merthwyn a serious piece of her mind, so for so obviously–in hindsight–tricking her into coming here.

“Say hello to Ecwen, too, Faeder!” Olfete orders.

Somehow Lothiriel manages to stand though her legs feel like water beneath her, with Ecwen balanced on her hip. Eomer has shifted Olfete to one side, so that one hand is free to reach out to her and Ecwen both. For once Ecwen is uncharacteristically shy and hides her face in Lothiriel’s hair as they approach. Eomer’s expression shifts–happiness to incredible sadness and regret–in the blink of an eye. Valar, how could she even feel a moment’s irritation with him? It is not as if the separation has been easy for any of them!

“She does not remember me,” he says, voice rough. “I had not thought–I should have expected–”

“Give her a moment,” Lothiriel assures him. Ecwen had not hesitated to pet a stallion the other morning; surely her own father is less threatening than that?

Mercifully, she is proven right, for Ecwen lifts her head from her shoulder with a small–but still sunny–smile. “Fa,” she says, again.

Eomer swallows. “Yes. That’s–yes, Ecwen.”

He reaches out to touch the soft curve of her cheek. Ecwen giggles, pressing her face further into his hand, and Lothiriel gives a helpless sort of laugh. “She was just surprised, I think.”

Eomer’s eyes shoot up to meet hers. “I do not think she was the only one. I–it was meant to be a kindness, Lothiriel, but–”

She steps forward to kiss him, unable to bear the note of uncertainty in his voice. As if she can be anything other than happy to have him back again, safe and whole. It’s much more chaste than the welcoming kiss she’s dreamed of giving him over the course of the past six months, but it achieves its purpose; Eomer relaxes, his hand sliding to grip her arm that’s around Ecwen’s back.

Olfete’s giggles pull them from their embrace. “See? Told you Faeder’s real kisses would be better than the butterfly’s!”

Lothiriel laughs at the confused expression on Eomer’s face. “The buterflégan you sent,” she explains, with a nod in the direction of the flower bushes.

Mercifully, he follows her line of thinking. “Ah. I am glad I can stand up to their kisses, Olfete!”

“Silly Faeder,” she says, wrapping her arms tight around his neck again, “you’d always win!”

The blush that fills his face is so endearing that Lothiriel cannot help but kiss him anew, even as Ecwen gives a sharp tug on her hair. “I agree. And welcome home, Eomer King.”

His smile is no less beautiful than it was the day she knew she loved him. “There is,” he says, nudging his nose against her temple, “nowhere else I’d rather be.”

#eomer x lothiriel #eothiriel #with bonus kidlets!#prompt response #dolamrotha #this took me 18 million years to fill and i'm SORRy #my writing #also i rotted my own teeth while writing this so you're welcome??

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comepraisetheinfanta · 6 years

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Apparently nephew #1 (brother #1’s kid) declaring that I’m his favorite aunt has gone to my head because I was suddenly ready to cut a bitch when the paternal aunt of brand new nephew #2 (so obv he’s my sister’s bb) used “#CoolAunt” in a post

I’m too (secretly) competitive for my own good, my dudes 😑

#but look ive already got several points on my side #1) i’m the gay aunt #2) i probably wont be having kids of my own so there will be no children #to replace my posse of two nephews in my affections #3) the kidlet and i have q’s in our names #(ok thats not like a MAJOR bonus point but as a kid i really liked that i had a q in my name even if i hated my name)#(and maybe he will also get fixated on the letter q)#lolololol #this has EVERYTHING to do with the fact that i have never excelled at the roles im expected to fulfill as someone w/ a vagina #and all the women in my family treating me like im completely inept with children #so now as an adult i feel this intense desire to prove that just because im not the epitome of femininity #it doesnt mean that i cant be a good caregiver/fun aunt #i love how this went from hahaha im a competitive dumbass to oh yeah past trauma related to...#...gender and shitty things my grandma mom and sister have said

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thelastspeecher · 3 years

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Pirate AU - Shore Leave

A coupla times this week I randomly got inspired to write some Pirate AU stuff. And I got some good news yesterday, so I decided I’d post the stuff I wrote. Like a gift to myself, that kind of thing.

So here’s some more Pirate AU content, but most importantly, some Pirate AU Stangie content. Plus a bit of bonus Shermie content. Enjoy.

(For context, this takes place a few years after this ficlet.)

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“Thanks for watching the kids, Maria,” Stan whispered. “You can head home.” Maria got up from the kitchen table. On her way out, she tsked at Angie.

“You know better, mija. Be smarter and faster next time.”

“Of course, Maria,” Angie said. Maria shook her head disapprovingly one last time, then left.

“Sit down, you gotta get off your feet,” Stan instructed his wife. Angie obediently took a seat at the table. Stan sat next to her. “Angie.”

“It’s a good thing I’m pregnant,” Angie said jovially. Stan scowled.

“Then we must be defining ‘good thing’ differently,” he growled.

“If I wasn’t pregnant, I wouldn’t have been able to delay ‘em hangin’ me,” Angie said. “Without that, you ‘n the crew wouldn’t have rescued me from the clink in time.”

“You got caught pirating!” Stan snapped. “You were about to be hanged! Yeah, you were able to delay it this time, but next time?” Silently, he thanked whatever deity he believed in that day that they had come back from the rescue mission late enough the kids were asleep.

Don’t want ‘em to see their parents fight. And judging by Angie’s already frustrated expression, this was definitely going to be a fight.

“There won’t be a next time.”

“You’re damn right.” Stan met Angie’s eyes squarely. “‘Cause you’re giving up piracy.” Angie’s eyes flashed with anger.

“You have no right-”

“To what? Want my wife safe? Want my kids to grow up with both parents? Angie, I can’t- I can’t live like this anymore! I can’t watch you go to sea, knowing that you might not come back. I love you too damn much to let you keep throwing your life away like this!”

“This is the first time I’ve been caught,” Angie said, but her voice lacked some of the bite it had earlier.

“Now that it’s happened once, it’s gonna happen again.” Stan reached out and took ahold of one of Angie’s hands. He rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb, feeling the thick scars from years of piracy. “There are some injuries that, when you recover from ‘em, you’re never the same. You’ve had a lot of those. It’s already started catching up with you. You know that.” Angie looked away.

“I…”

“Give me a single reason you can’t leave piracy.”

“You know my reasons.”

“They were reasons you had when you first started. But they don’t matter anymore, Ang! Your name �� your real one – got cleared. You’ve got a family and a home. You’ve got money. Give me a reason that still applies.”

“I…” Angie looked down at the floor. After a moment, she sighed. Without saying a word, she got up and walked away.

Shit. Did I overstep? Stan started to get up. No. He sat back down. Give her a bit of space. You know how she is. When a few minutes had passed, Stan couldn’t hold himself back any longer. He followed her outside. In the light of the full moon, he could see her talking to Dan. He walked over.

“Thanks fer savin’ me,” Angie said quietly. “Not just- not just tonight. All those other times. I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t fer you.” Wordlessly, Dan enveloped her in a hug. “Take good care of her, Dan,” Angie said, her voice cracking with emotion. They broke apart. Dan ruffled Angie’s hair, nodded at Stan, and began to walk down the road that led to town.

“What was that about?” Stan asked. Angie’s shoulders shook. “Ang, is everything all right?”

“No! I’m- I’m pregnant, I’m sure it’s twins again, I was almost hanged tonight, and I just gave up everything I spent most of my life buildin’ up!” Angie snapped.

“You…”

“Dan’s goin’ to run Sweet Viola fer a few months before easin’ her out of the game.” Angie’s head drooped. “This pirate king is hangin’ up her crown.”

“Angie.” Stan tilted Angie’s chin to look into her eyes. Eyes the color of the sea. “Thank you.”

“You never thank folks,” Angie mumbled.

“That’s how you know I’m serious.” Stan grinned. “And you’re not giving up all the shit you spent so long on. You’ve still got me. You’ve still got the kids. All five of ‘em.”

“No, darlin’, it’s definitely goin’ to be six,” Angie insisted.

“What makes you so sure?”

“A woman knows.”

“If you say so.”

“That’s no way to talk to yer captain.”

“You just gave up your ship,” Stan pointed out. Angie looked away. Stan wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “I’m just kidding, babe. You’ll always be my captain.”

“Damn straight,” Angie muttered. “By the way, I might be givin’ up piracy, but I ain’t givin’ up thievery.”

“Good,” Stan said. “I’m gonna need your help to keep the shop stocked.” Angie managed a soft laugh. The two stayed outside. Their home was atop a seaside cliff, from which they could see the dark ocean reflecting the pale moonlight.

Angie buried her head in Stan’s shirt, crying, as her ship disappeared over the horizon for the last time.

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They walked past a shop with a number of nice dresses in the storefront window. Promptly, Danny and Daisy made a beeline for it, cooing over the fancy fabrics. The whole family was in town to run a few errands. Stan glanced at his wife. Angie wasn’t happy she had been dragged out of the house, but Emmett refused to go anywhere without her.

“Mama, look!” Danny said excitedly, pointing at the dresses. Angie forced a smile.

“Yes, dear, they’re very nice.”

“You should get it! It would look so pretty on you!”

“She’s got a point,” Stan whispered to her. Angie sighed heavily.

“It would be nice to have some more clothin’ options. I noticed the other day that I don’t have many dresses.”

“What are you talking about? You’ve got plenty!”

“Yes, fer this!” Angie gestured to her enormous baby bump. With how big she was getting, Stan had finally begun to agree Angie was likely right, that they were having twins for a third time. “But after I give birth? Most of the clothes what ‘ll fit me were fer workin’ on the ship.”

“So, something that a nice housewife wouldn’t wear,” Stan said. Angie nodded. “Well, want me to treat you to somethin’ nice?” Angie rolled her eyes.

“I don’t think even you can steal a whole dress in public without bein’ caught, darlin’.”

“I wasn’t gonna steal it. I was gonna buy it.”

“Buy it?” Angie put her hands on her hips. “Who are you and what have ya done with my husband?” she asked, aghast. Stan laughed. “It’s prob’ly expensive. I’m fine.”

“After the kids are born and you’re back to normal, I’ll get you somethin’ fancy, okay?” Stan said. He held out his arm. Angie took it with a smile.

“All right. If ya insist.” She leaned in to talk quietly. “Darlin’, in all seriousness, yer okay with buyin’ somethin’ rather than stealin’ it?”

“Ang, I haven’t done much crime ashore. Only small stuff I know I can get away with. I didn’t wanna risk getting caught and leaving the kids all alone while you were at sea.”

“…Right.” Angie sighed again. “I keep forgettin’ how little I’ve been on land with you ‘n the kids.”

“You’ve got plenty of time to catch up on everything.”

“Yes. Since I’m now permanently on shore leave.” Angie raised her voice. “Girls, leave the dresses alone, we have to go to the market.” Reluctantly, Danny and Daisy abandoned the dresses and ran back to their parents.

“Papa, I wanna piggy-back ride,” Daisy whined. From his perch atop Stan’s shoulders, Emory blew a raspberry at his older sister.

“Emory’s got littler legs than you do,” Stan said. Daisy crossed her arms.

“Emmett’s walking just fine!” she argued, gesturing at Emmett, who was holding Stan’s hand.

“What have we talked about?” Angie asked patiently. Daisy pouted.

“Being a good big sister,” she muttered. Angie ruffled her hair.

“Don’t worry, honey, when we get to the market, you can do some more pocket practice,” she cooed. Daisy’s eyes lit up. She nodded. The family continued walking down the street, Danny and Daisy running ahead eagerly. Stan grinned cheekily at Angie.

“You’re getting lazy, having the kids pickpocket for you,” he teased.

“I’m too pregnant to be quiet and get away fast,” Angie said.

“Fair.”

“I’m glad that even if yer not willin’ to do much crime lately, yer not extendin’ that to the kidlets.”

“It’s a lot easier to brush off a six-year-old taking something than a grown adult.”

“Mm, true enough.” Angie smoothed the fabric of her dress. “Once I’m shipshape, I’ll get to restockin’ the shop, darlin’.” She smirked. “I’m damn fine at sleight of hand. Not to mention, no one would accuse the sweet housewife of larceny.” Stan chuckled.

“I knew I married the right woman.”

“Mama, what’s larson?” Emmett asked abruptly. Angie smiled at her son.

“A grown-up word ya don’t need to worry ‘bout.”

“Like ‘damn’,” Emory said helpfully. Stan and Angie grimaced.

“…We should probably work on cleaning up our sailors’ mouths if we wanna avoid attracting attention,” Stan said quietly. Angie nodded.

“Agreed.”

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Shermie walked up to the unassuming house. A large sign outside read “McGucket’s Marine Antiques”.

This is the right place, then. Good. Being a merchant, Shermie had to spend a lot of time away from his family, so he made sure to bring back souvenirs from each trip. This trip, to a small town called Gravity Falls, had been woefully bereft of potential souvenirs. As such, he’d been relieved when a local told him about the store on the edge of town full of fun and sparkly things.

“Ma’am,” he said politely to the woman sitting on the porch, supervising two toddler boys playing on the front lawn. On either side of her was a basket holding a young infant. The woman looked up at him curiously. Recognition flickered in her eyes. She opened her mouth to say something, but before she could, one of the infants began to fuss. The woman quickly began to soothe the infant. Shermie ducked into the house. The room he was in looked like a proper shop. Shelves lined the walls, groaning underneath the merchandise. Some larger items, like a rusted anchor, were set on the floor, with price tags that seemed far too high to Shermie. Two young girls in the corner giggled to each other as they picked through a box on the floor full of even more small items.

“Welcome to McGucket’s Marine Antiques!” a voice boomed. A familiar voice. Shermie’s eyes widened. He turned. Behind the store counter was a face he hadn’t seen in over a decade.

“Stanley?” Shermie croaked. His little brother gaped.

“…Shermie?”

“Stan, what are you- how- you-” Shermie ran his hands through his hair. “The people in town said the man who ran this store was named Stan McGucket, not Stan Pines.” Stan grimaced.

“Yeah. Uh…” Stan looked over at the girls in the corner. “Danny, Daisy.” The girls looked up. One had the distinctive Pines nose. “If anyone comes in, go get your ma and have her handle the customer.” The girls nodded. “All right, Shermie, come with me, I’ll answer all your questions.”

“You better,” Shermie mumbled. Stan pushed open a door located behind the counter. Shermie followed him into the house proper. The living room they walked into was cozy and nautical-themed, full of décor that looked like it came from a ship. Stan gestured to a couch. Shermie sat down. Stan sat in a chair across from him.

“The people in town said this place was run by Stan McGucket because it is.”

“But how-”

“I’ll tell you everything, but first, what do you know?” Stan asked. Shermie raised an eyebrow.

That’s…interesting. Stan’s careful dodge reminded Shermie a lot of how his brother would construct lies as a teen. He would ask what someone knew, then build his lie around that information. Asking first allowed him to avoid contradicting something known to the person he was lying to. Hopefully he’s not lying to me now. I’ve fallen out of practice seeing through Stan’s lies.

“You were captured by pirates over a decade ago,” Shermie said, deciding to take Stan at face value. “At some point after you were captured by pirates, Stanford disappeared at sea.” Stan nodded.

“Yeah, that’s right.” He sighed. “Ford actually caught up to the ship I was captive on. I got free in the fight, but Ford…he…” Stan looked down at the ground. “Well, I didn’t see his body, so I’m holding onto the hope that he’s still alive.”

“Stan…”

“The people in town know me as Stan McGucket ‘cause that’s my name now,” Stan continued, talking over Shermie. “While I was captured by pirates, one of them decided he liked my name and took it. I didn’t like the idea of sharing a name with a pirate, so I took my wife’s last name.”

That smells like a lie. Shermie’s brain caught up with what Stan was saying. Wait, what?

“You’re married?” Shermie asked.

“Yeah. You saw Angie – my wife – outside. At least, I hope you did. She said she was watching four of the kids out there.”

“I…” Shermie kneaded his forehead. “Okay. Now I need to know how you met your wife.”

“After I escaped from the pirates, I decided to stay at sea to look for Ford. I didn’t- I didn’t wanna come home without him, y’know?”

“Yes, I do,” Shermie said quietly.

“I managed to get a spot on board a merchant ship where her brother, Lute, was first mate. He was looking for her after she got captured by pirates. Eventually, we found the ship she was on and rescued her.”

“You…you rescued your future wife from pirates?” Shermie asked, dumbfounded. Stan nodded. “Why am I not surprised?” Stan smirked slightly.

“We both stayed at sea as merchants,” he continued, “and fell in love pretty quick. After we had the first set of twins, I decided to move ashore with ‘em. Angie, she, uh-” He laughed quietly. “She decided to keep sailing. Even after we had another set of twins.”

“Really?”

“What can I say? I married a free spirit.”

Makes sense Stan would find someone like himself.

“When she found out she was pregnant for the third time, though, we had a long talk, and decided that she’d move ashore with me permanently. I like having her close by.”

“I’d imagine having her help with the kids would be nice as well.”

“Eh. We’ve got some former crewmates in town that love watching the kids,” Stan said with a shrug. “That’s why we settled here. With that help, keeping track of the kids wasn’t what I was concerned about. I missed my wife.” There was something more, though. A haunted look lingered in Stan’s eyes.

“You were worried about her safety,” Shermie said. Stan looked away. “I can’t blame you. It’s dangerous to be a merchant.”

He’s already lost his twin to the sea. Of course he doesn’t want to lose his wife, too.

“Yeah, well.” Stan cleared his throat. “I’ve got Angie on shore with me now. We’ve got six great kids. Life’s pretty good.”

“Yes. I can see that. Mom will be relieved to hear you’re fine.”

“She’s gonna show up within a week of you telling her,” Stan mumbled.

“Can you blame her?” Shermie asked. Stan shook his head.

“Not after having my own kids, no.” The door opened. The woman from outside, who Shermie now knew to be Stan’s wife, Angie, poked her head into the room.

“Darlin’, should I be plannin’ on an extra person fer dinner?” she asked. Shermie tried to hide his surprise at Angie’s strong accent.

“No need,” Shermie said, getting up from the couch. “I need to be going back to my ship before long. But before I head out, I should do what I came here to do.”

“What’d you come here for?” Stan asked, getting up as well.

“To buy something for my kids.” Shermie raised an eyebrow. “Might I be able to get a family discount from my little brother that disappeared for ten years?” Stan sighed heavily. “If I get a good deal, I might forget to mention you to Mom for a few days…” A twinkle appeared in Stan’s eye.

“Make it a week, and I’ll see what I can do.”

“Deal.”

#it's been a while since I posted Pirate Content so I'm happy to be posting a bit more #idk why this AU is what I got randomly inspired to write for but here we are #with more Pirate Content and Stangie being a cute criminal couple #Pirate AU #Stangie #Stanley Pines #Angie McGucket #Shermie Pines #Stangie Family #ficlet #my writing #speecher speaks

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aplushemporium · 2 years

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🌟🌟(for anyone)

Send 🌟 for a headcanon about our muses’ relationship (accepting!)

//Okie dokie!

Digit's a master at making child friendly dishes...due to how simple (and sort of bland) Hacker likes his meals. Although he does amp up the flavors when it comes to the cyber squad and everyone else since they're not wee tots. If he is working with little ones, then yeah he's using the same recipes he used with Hacker.

That being said, as soon as he finds out about Rory and his calves, you bet your biscuits that Digit is going to share recipes with the bull dad. Raising kidlets is tough, plus Digit doesn't have a (huge) grudge against Buzz and Delete so why have a grudge on this other person who's working with Hacker?

Bonus because oops ninja:

Ana will miss Arky when she has to go back home. ...The same cannot be said for Digit.

#opportunistic chicanery #opportunistic-chicanery #opportunisticchicanery #a robotic boid (digit)#The Little Ninja! (Ana)#headcanon #headcanons

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panickypeachboy · 3 years

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@roskaarotta, i see your offer for molly in mii related things...

AND MAKE A TOCA VERSION OF MOLLY.

Bonus:

Kidlets.

#roskaarotta #//again plushie is asking for more character slots...#but this is what i been doing sometimes to relax #virtual toys #...do these count as dolls?#i'll tag it just in case.#dolls cw #ooc

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mousedetective · 4 years

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My Birthday Wishes

So, my birthday is in one month. This Christmas, I know I'm not getting much compared to the rest of my family, so I would like something really nice for my birthday. I only have a few things I'd like, and here they are:

Two of these phones (one for me, one for my son). The first one will go to the kidlet if I only get one, just because his adoptive family screwed him out of his first cell phone for Christmas ::seethes::, but yeah. That would be awesome for each of us to et a new phone.

Anything off this list. We have a very small apartment and even as we're going through our things from the second storage unit, we're finding we don't have everything we need, or we don't have enough space to hold stuff. I'm also leaving up Christmas presents on the list for the hell of it, but any of the household stuff would be amazing (especially the dorm shelves for my bed...I have a hard time turning over at night due to my disabilities so having the bars to grasp would be a huge help)

This TV. I'm not going to be able to replace our broken TV until March (maybe), but if anyone wants to get it earlier you would be my son's absolute favorite person since it's his TV (technically it's the family TV since it's the only one hooked up to something that plays DVDs, but it's in his living area so yeah). Turns out my kidlet was able to fix the TV so this is no longer needed.

Golden Corral gift certificates (I don't know what amounts are available but I'd need at least $50 to cover meals and drinks on a weekend afternoon). My son has never gotten to eat there and I want to take him the weekend after my birthday so we can celebrate with a nice meal.

One $25 Denny's gift card (on the above Amazon wishlist) . I'll get a Grand Slam for free on my birthday but I'll feel bad eating in front of my mom without her getting anything. That way she can get something to eat, I can get a strawberry lemonade and we can tip our waitress.

One $25 IHOP gift card (on the above Amazon wishlist) . I have one for $25 already but we've eaten there before and the bill is usually around $50. This way we can have one nice meal out in February when my disability gets cut (temporarily, thankfully).

Fanfic/fanvideos/graphics/anything related to my fic. Finally, a free gift! I would love all sorts of fanstuff today for any of my fandoms, and bonus if you make art or podfic of anything related to my fics!

Help my friend Jaimi fulfill their dream of running their own shop! Reblog the linked post, invest if you can, but anything to help would be amazing.

Check my mutual aid post and see if you can help someone. I'm going to update it after Christmas (probably the 26th) with the most recent posts from everyone, but if you can help by reblogging their posts or donating, that would be awesome.

Be kind. Do something nice for someone on January 23rd just because. I would like if other people had a good day that day and not just me.

#signal boost #birthday #birthday wishlist #amazon wishlist #gift card

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tj-crochets · 4 years

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Pass the happy! 🌌✨ When you receive this, list 5 things that make you happy and send this to 10 of the last people in your notifications!

Thanks! I don’t really spread chain things like this, but I will answer it! And if anyone reading this wants to add things that make them happy, please do! So, in no particular order, five things that make me happy: 1. My dog (he’s fluffy and adorable and I love him so much) 2. Music (making to it or listening to it, both are great!) 3. Finishing a project (a new cute thing exists because of me!) 4. Starting a project (the delight of endless possibilities!) 5. The way everyone has been reaching out to each other through all the stuff going on. Every message I get from anyone checking on me, and every message I send. The family members I’m talking to on the phone multiple times a week when previously I might’ve talked to them five times a year. I guess if I was going to try to make that one sentence, it’d be something about human connection? People being people and trying to help each other? Idk how to sum it up but it makes me happy. Bonus 6th thing: I get to videochat with the kidlet I babysit sometimes! And I get to videochat with my niece sometimes!

#lifelikefae #the person behind the yarn #I love when people help people just because they can #it makes me glad to be a part of society seeing stuff like that #like the various women who have given me craft supplies over the years just because they have too much #especially a lady from the crochet kids group where I volunteered #and the lady at the local fabric store who gave me like three trash bags full of free fabric #because people had been giving her their scraps for years #and she knew I made stuffed animals so I could use the scraps that she couldn't #and the ones she didn't want #and that fabric is awesome! Small scraps are fine for me!#and the example my parents have set with volunteering and just helping when you have the chance #the way my family helps me on days I can't stand up very well and the way my brother and I grab things that drop on the floor for our dad #because his knees are really bad. Just...helping! Helping is great!

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shadowtongued · 5 years

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Pokemon meme!

Marshadow – His “baby” at this point. Considered a myth to most, Sliske had no problem seeing them from the Shadow Realm and eventually, a staring, shin punching annoyance became a favorite companion. They are alike, really. Who else slinks around in the shadows unseen, has mastery over shadows, and loses their shit and goes berserk?

Salazzle – Honestly, they both prob found each other majestic in design and she prefers to come and go as she pleases, sticking around to aid when Sliske experiments with regents and poisons -- or perfumes.

Sableye – Initially found her trying to steal from him and ended up keeping her. I mean, why wouldn’t he have a creepy little gem thief? Look at this little nasty git. Often lets her roam free to steal people’s jewelry.

Yamask – Thought it was just a mask when he purchased it, turns out something came with the mask. Sliske tends to get rather irritated and usher it into a closet when it bursts into tears lamenting it’s past life. He honestly can’t wait for this thing to evolve.

Arbok – Did you really expect him not to have a minimum of one snek pkmn (who also has a massive collar). I mean Sliske himself looks like a cobra. Anyway... he’s had this one since it was a little Ekans and it still tries to coil up in the exact same spaces, under his desk.... despite being 3x bigger.

(shiny) Phantump – The stump adopted him and followed him through a forest like a lost puppy. And considering The Lore says it’s the spirit of an unfortunate, dead, lost kidlet, it laughs in dark forests, and that is unnaturally creepy, of course, Sliske had to keep it. He likes to play fetch with berries. It’s his secondary kid.

BONUS ROUND: runner ups would have included Seviper ( I mean, obv snakes are the aes, and look at it’s shitty smile and squint. ) Malamar ( “ When it comes to strong hypnosis, there’s an endless number of people who utilize Malamar for their nefarious deeds.” ), Giratina ( alt realm bros, am i right. ), Spiritomb ( it’s 108 angry spirits bonded to a fucking rock, barrows bros anyone. ), Yveltal ( it dies, kills the entire planet and resets it, isn’t that was jas and shadow shitlord wanted? )

TAGGED BY: @bountyhuntr held me hostage

TAGGING: uhhhhh, uhhhhh @martialhartist @amortean @0xa00001 and anyone else??

#✦ │ 𝙾𝙾𝙲 ––– that's a lot of fuckin' tea.#✦ │ 𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚄𝙴 ––– waiting is dreadful.

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casualneonglitterpainterposts · 3 years

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And here is my next Christmas piece, with a bonus story too- This is part two of my two drawings for this story ... Here is the rest of the story (continued)... Livian and Atlas looked over at the snowmen, then at their kidlets smiling.. Atlas (smiling sincerely): " They look very cool you two" Kia (all cutesy and sparkly eyed): "Really Dad?" Atlas (smiling and nodding his head): "Yes really Kia" Livian smiled chiming in.. " Your snowmen look very cute Kia and Hoshi" Hoshi (hugging her lovingly): "Thankyou mum" Barb stood there smiling at the four of them, Toto of course ran over to Livian, Atlas and the kiddlets- giving them all big wet doggy kisses. Then she had an idea.. Barb (calling out to them): "Livian, you Atlas and the kids go stand over next to their snowmen, I'll get a picture" Livian (shouting back to her): "Oki doki Barb" So the four of them, plus Toto in Hoshi's arms gathered around the snowmen.. Barb: "Are we all ready now?".. Livian: "Yes Barb" Barb: "Say cheese".. The others: "CHEESE !!!!" "CLICK"... "I got the photo you lot, come along now lets get you guys home" Kia and Hoshi just stood there, watching and waiting as their parents grabbed their helmets and dried them before placing them back on their heads.. Then the two little ones held onto Livian and Atlas's hands as they walked back to the Shimohira's home alongside Barb... By the time they arrived home, it was early afternoon- after transforming back into their civilian form- Livian and Atlas spent the rest of their day having quality family time with their two adorable children- Kia and Hoshi were glad to be back with their mum and dad again- the two looked up to them and loved them dearly. Barb sat their smiling with Toto resting in her lap as she watched the four of them enjoying each others company once more.... THE END!!!!! That's all for the story and my two drawings, Anyways I hope you like it ^^ I really love how Livian and Atlas came out in this piece too- they look cool helmet-less in battle form

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ktvstheworld · 2 years

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Hey everyone 🙋🏼‍♀️ . Hope you all had an unreal Chrissy and the big man spoiled you rotten! 🎅🏻 . We've been cruising along well here, keeping the horses ticking over behind the scenes and doing a few property improvements as well! . The big update is that we finally have our beautiful cross-ties and wash bay installed, thanks to Adam and Erin at Hanley Welding. We are so rapt with them, and they've already had plenty of use with our off the track thoroughbreds @rv_offthetrack 🏇🥰 . Our second update is my new best friend on the farm - our Toro Workman @toroaus from Associated Forklifts! Feed out now takes about half the time, and I don't have to drag the trolley around anymore - plus it's got the bonus of a roof when the weather isn't flash 😁👌 . We've put a heap of trees in over the last month, including some fruit trees - pink lady and granny smith apples, navel oranges, and cherries. We also planted more willows, and are pleased to see they're doing really well. This will mean there's plenty of shade over the new day yards, and a bit more shade for the first private paddock 🌳 . Other than that it's just been setting things up and making plans for 2022, which I'm really excited about now that the kidlets are a bit older! . From our family to yours, wishing you all a safe and happy new year, looking forward to sharing some more updates with you all very soon! 🏇 . Big love, K 😘 xx . #horseproperty #equestrianlife #crossties #equestrianproperty #toro #equestrian #horsetrainer #offthetrack #acknowledgedretrainer #ottbretraining #horsetraining #naturalhorsemanship #dressagetrainer #performancehorses #dressagehorses #showjumpers #showhorses #ruralproperty #farmlife #countryliving #countrylife #workoutdoors #equestrianlifestyle #equestriansofinstagram #equestrianblogger #bossbabe #bosslady #workingmum #motivated #gippsland (at KRequestrian) https://www.instagram.com/p/CYGA_KbPjzq/?utm_medium=tumblr

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karanguyenprec · 4 years

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💥just sold💥 . . Congrats to my buyers on the purchase of their first home together. Thank you for entrusting me on this journey on finding the next place to call home as a soon to be married couple. . . Welcome to this Beautiful 4 Bedroom, 3 bath Family Home in Ranch Park. This 2058 sqft home features a Bright Open Plan featuring all tiled floors on the Upstairs, SS Appliances and a massive 47' long deck with all new outdoor vinyl plank flooring. Heat Pump/with AC, Front Load W/D, 2 Fireplaces. Also features an Unfinished 24' x 18' workshop/enclosed area downstairs with a Double length, Double Car Garage with bonus garage door to the yard for all your toys.This 7020 sqft lot has One of the Nicest and most spacious backyards you'll find for the kidlets, dogs and Summer BBQ's. Bonus Attic that runs the length of the house. Skytain, Westcoast Express, Arterial Roads, Dining, Shopping, Schools, Colleges, Rocky Point, Coq Centre, Suter Brook, Nature Trails, NewPort Village and Brewery Row. WoW . . #listedbykaren #soldbykaren #contemporaryhomes #surrey #realtor #property #homesweethome #westcoasthomes #instarealtor #followme #vancouverisawesome #homes #justsold #realestatecoquitlam #house #pocohomes #coquitlamrealestate #soldsoldsold #investment #investmentproperties #milliondollarlisting #milliondollarlistingvancouver #karennguyen #lovewhatido #detatched #designerhomes #barelandatrata #coquitlam . Please call 604.328.8000 for real estate questions. ☎️ (at Coquitlam, British Columbia) https://www.instagram.com/p/B9QOV8Fp2nV2Tn0sv3N9CktF2WGSPAkLrKPbSc0/?igshid=1sd2dia0k6922

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soutasnotebook · 7 years

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uihai wherein hairu finds out she is pregnant and ui does not yet know she is part ghoul. bonus if arima is still alive and hairu is worried about telling ui about her pregnancy and if hirako and 0 squad kidlets make an appearance. the ghoul thing should come out somehow... some way... and give ui another existential crisis

I mean Ui is basically one walking existential crisis.

SO much Uihai angst! Much love.

“Hairu is - I mean - um - Hairu is pregnant,” Ui tells Arima, gripping his lover’s hand. “We’re going to keep the baby.”

To his surprise, Arima isn’t angry, but he does exchange a long, firm look with Hairu. “I’m assuming Ui is the father.”

“Yes,” Ui says quickly.

“Congratulations,” Arima says, albeit stiffly.

When they leave his office, Hirako is waiting with a smirk. “Finally, Ui, you learn what it’s like to disappoint your father.”

“It’s as much me as him,” Hairu cuts in.

“Hey, I’m happy for you both. Arima is too. He’s just emotionally constipated.” Hirako shrugs and wanders into Arima’s office.

“Don’t worry.” Ui hugs her. “If worse comes to worse, I’ll distract the gossips and you punch them.”

But that’s not why she’s worried.

Arima texts Hairu an hour later. You need to tell him.

My child needs a father, she replies.

Don’t think so little of him, he types back.

Oh, like you told Hirako and not Koori? Hairu sighs. She ought to be happy right now. She and her beloved Koori are having a baby. She’s always wanted to be a mom. Sorry, Arima.

But when her genetic tests come back in her fourth month, Hairu plans to burn them before Ui sees the Rc count. She crumples the paper on her desk and staggers to the bathroom first.

But before she can, she spins around to see Ui reading them, with all the excitement of a normal father to be.

“Uh.” Hairu freezes.

“They’re Rc-count is wild. Is this a joke?” Ui looks horrified. “What if someone’s been poisoning you? Hairu! How do you feel?”

“Cranky and fat,” she tries to joke.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Kijima appears with a gaggle of guards behind him. “Ihei Hairu, you are under arrest under suspicion of harboring a ghoul’s child.”

Ui gasps. “How dare you!”

“You aren’t touching me or my baby!” Hairu knocks Kijima back. She turns to Ui. “It’s yours, I swear.”

“I know.” Ui is perplexed. “Why is the Rc count so off?”

Kijima twists Hairu’s hand behind her back.

“Get away from her!” Ui cries, shoving him.

“It’s off because we are Washuus.” Arima Kishou storms his way in. Hirako, Shio, Yusa, and Rikai are on his left; Haise Sasaki and the Quinx at his right. “We have an abnormally high Rc count.”

His lips curl. “The result of interbreeding humans and ghouls. In test tubes.”

Ui grips the desk to keep from falling. “Hairu, is it true?”

Hairu nods. She slumps over in the Kijima’s arms. He must have special plans for a pregnant ghoul.

“Release her,” orders Arima.

“Do you have the authority, ghoul?” Kijima laughs.

“I’ll say he does,” Sasaki says, and Hirako affirms.

Ui meets Hairu’s eyes and mouths a word.

“Look!” Ui gasps and points behind Kijima.

The inspector whirls around, and Hairu punches him in the back of his head. She leaps into Ui’s arms.

“I don’t care what Hairu is or what our baby is. Get away,” Ui seethes.

“You’re surrounded by hybrids. I’d do as he commands,” Shio adds.

“Well, it’s happening. Congrats, you two are gonna bring down CCG.” Arima shrugs.

Ui cups Hairu’s face in his hands. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was s-scared, Koori. I want you. The baby needs you.”

“And I need you both.” Ui embraces her.

“Hi.” Hirako waves his hand. “Hi, lovebirds. We have a Bureau to overthrow.”

#uihai #ui koori #ihei hairu #tokyo ghoul #tokyo ghoul scenarios #hirako take #arima kishou #ihei shio #souza rikai #arima yusa #sasaki haise

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