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lemonofthevalley · 4 months
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one person asked to hear about my synesthesia assigned dndads colors SO! yayy (all of these are general vibes and not specifically That Hexcode but it works)
omega dads:
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willy (#503877)
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bill (#995160)
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barry (#98ef56)
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frank (#8c7b2f)
s1 dads:
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ron (#8677d6)
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glenn (#d12956) + jodie (#2b54ce)
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henry (#71cc1c)
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darryl (#ddb71c)
kiddads:
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terry jr (#3e137f)
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nick (#e04638) / nicholas (#4491d1) / nicky (#ef398b)
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lark (#237067) + sparrow (#b57017)
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grant (#eda849)
and last but not least.
teens:
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scary (#9b1199) / terri (#f282d6)
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taylor (#d33b23)
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normal [only one i get two completely different colors for the same character so here's both] (#4ec8e0 + #e8bc2e)
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lincoln [its not yellow bc of the piss i swear] (#c9bb76)
..... BONUS! :
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hermie (#27912a)
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dood (#513554)
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green-green-grass · 5 months
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the new dndads live show had me CACKLING
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7cfc00 · 1 year
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happy pride month to, uh, whatever these guys have going on. 
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nolassolace · 3 months
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Same-man-but-twice Sunday💕
Oak boys go where angels fear to tread ✨
These two will be the death of me I struggle so much with drawing them.
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coolestclowns · 1 year
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Are you really unsung if your name is absolutely belting your destiny from day one?
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twacn · 1 year
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being an eldest daughter is an inherited trait
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satanickpanick · 1 year
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“It was nothing personal, Normal.”
Catchy one-liners were kinda Hermie’s thing. Quips were masks, cheesy pickups were shields, and answering a question with a question was as good as a magic forcefield. Hermie was a master deflector, even when he could admit that mayyybe he should’ve been a little bit more serious. Moments like this, when his sort-of-best-friend-practically-blood-rival-totally-not-crush caught him red- (or, perhaps, green-and-white-) handed in the act of finally, finally taking what he’d come for.
Teeny the Teen had achieved almost godlike status by the time Hermie had set out on his mission. A relic of immense social power, its foam head and sweat-stained jersey were the stuff of legends at Chaperell. At least since Hermie’s eighth-grade visits to the CHS theatre department’s special behind-the-scenes performances, and very evidently far, far into the past, Teeny had been coveted for his heritage at San Dimas Public, and his longstanding rivalry with CHS. The funny thing was that the closer Hermie’d got to his goal, the deeper he’d gotten into the… everything that he had been totally unprepared to face in his subterfuge, the more he’d forgotten about Teeny. The idol that was the mascot had taken a backseat to actual idols, new worlds, new wounds, new friends- and to the man who wore the suit. He’d been poisoned, burned, fireballed, ignored… and he’d made friends, he thought. Real friends, sort of, despite- well, everything. Taylor at least thought he was a worthy (ha) sidekick, and Normal- Normal encouraged him. He sided with him, he spoke to him like an equal. That was more than Hermie could say about his colleagues in both CHS and SDPHS theatre. And- well, Normal had thought that the Hermie he’d pecked on the cheek in Hell had been real. That had been nice to think about, just a little. And when it came down to it, Normal was always the first to say hey, let’s see what Hermie thinks! or where did Hermie go?
Ah, the Romeo and Juliet, the Musical, Abridged of it all, Hermie thought as he landed assfirst, cushioned by Teeny’s head, in Sparrow Oak-Swallows-Garcia’s hydrangeas. Two high schools, both alike in dignity, in fair San Dimas-Earth-Faerun-Hell where we lay our scene… Fuck, he was in wayyyyy too deep. How was he supposed to recover from this? How was he supposed to go back to CHS, where he’d be a hero- but alone? He’d fooled himself, when he’d started this particular piece of chicanery, that things would be different when he returned to his home turf with Teeny the Teen held high. That he’d be Hermie the Worthy, the hero, the star. But he’d had some time to reflect, to change, to figure out who he was- and it wasn’t that.
It really wasn’t. And well- seniors were gonna senior. They weren’t gonna respect him any more than they respected each other. How was he supposed to go back to the way things used to be, now that he’d literally been to Hell and back? He couldn’t, not after what he’d seen and done, alongside the enemy, at that. He hugged the mascot (that smells distinctly, nastily, comfortingly of Normal) (Normal who definitely found his school ID and definitely hated his guts for this) close.
No, it wasn’t personal. Not at first.
But what was he supposed to do now?
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pariskim · 11 months
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Helo! I love your art and your sparrow she’s so pretty!! I’m not sure if your requests are open my apologies if not but if they are- could I maybe request sparrow in a ballgown?? Like at a fancy event??
no pressure!!
<3
i dont know if you knew this about me but drawing sparrow in cute dresses is my favorite activity in the entire world so thank u for indulging me
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[id: a digital drawing of sparrow oak-garcia from dndads. there are two drawings of her in front of an orange background. on the left she is facing away, looking back and smiling, looking shy, holding the skirt of her dress up. on the right shes pushing up her hair with her hand, grinning. she wears a green ruffled ballgown with silky over the arms sleeves with golden jewelry and glasses /end id]
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abeinginsand · 5 months
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You're adorable like this (Glennry)
For wip wednesday! Title: You're adorable like this
Relationships: Glennry, Background Hencedes Other info: AU where Glenn had the prison arc, but never died, the doodler wasn't released, and both Glenn and Nicky are still human.
“You're adorable like this." Those are the first words Glenn hears after waking up. He blinks groggily and blows a silver strand of hair out of his face. It joins the rest of his hair splayed against the colorful pillows and sheets. “Ah geez, sorry, Glenn. Didn’t mean to wake you.” The blonde haired man above him smiles, chuckling in a way that rumbles through his body. The sound makes it clear this guy’s not that sorry at all. The tension in his shoulders lessens as he recognizes the voice and feels the warm, sweaty, weight leaning on his chest. It’s Henry. Of course, it’s Henry. Why wouldn’t it be?
‘Cause Glenn’s been spending the week at the Oak-Garcia’s keeping his pal company with Mercedes’ thrilled permission while she’s at some conference out of town. The arrangement isn’t the part the ex-rockstar’s still stalling over. It’s all the other kinks he hasn’t managed to shake off from the past. Always takes him a minute to an hour everyday to fully believe he’s not in that cell and in chains again. Doesn’t help that the aches from back then, especially in that arm, never left either.
“You’re making a face. Need some space? I can get started on breakfast–” “Nah, stay.” “Are you sure? I really don’t mind.” “Yeah, m’ good.” The words get Henry to stop his half-way move to get off the bed and he opts to flop down to the dark-haired man’s side with a hand resting on his chest instead. The feeling of Henry’s fingers swirling circles over his scars tickles too much not to get a laugh out of him. He has his gaze on the ceiling but moves a hand to rest over Henry’s. He pretends it’s to get him to stop with the tickling instead of wanting something more to remind him how real this cozy moment is. “You're adorable like this, all sleepy and soft…” “You said that earlier. How come I’m not cool or handsome?” “Those words aren’t mutually exclusive, Glenn. You’re all of them to me.” Henry squeezes his hand once and,with a glance, he can see the geologist is ready to launch into a passionate lecture about toxic masculinity. But he seems to lose steam when the DJ squeezes his hand back and smirks. “Heh, yeah, I’m an all in one package, baby. Don’t forget it.” The other man makes a face at that familiar cocky tone, frowning some, and shaking his head. “I should watch my words. Looks like it's already going to your head!”
“My head, huh?”
“Don’t make me throw a pillow. You know what I mean.”
“Do I?”
“Ugh, you’re a menace.”
Glenn shifts under the thin blanket to turn to face Henry. He admires the stray wrinkles around the druid’s forest green eyes as he so clearly pouts back at the cause.
“You love me, anyway~”
There’s the feeling of hot breath on the bard’s skin as Henry leans more into his side with a grumble and gives him a kiss on the cheek. The other man whispers a soft:
“Yes, I do, mi amor.”
The long-haired man’s heart squeezes at that response. He knew that both Henry and Mercedes had talked at length with each other and with him about all this stuff. Yet being called one of the same pet names as Henry’s life-long partner, his wife, felt–
His train of thought is interrupted by the sound of several things clattering and crashing to the ground. Seems like the kids were awake, them or the various animals anyways. Or the horrible possibility of both at once.
This week of such noisy living was leading to plenty of revelations. One of the easier ones to accept being that maybe his parents had a point when they only let him have a goldfish as a kid.
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lex-the-lesbiann · 8 months
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made this as a gift for @zillylilguyz but decided to post it as well :] Nark has really infected my mind lately
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[ID: a digital drawing of Nicky Freeman and Lark Oak-Garcia from Dungeons and Daddies as adults cuddling in each others arms. We view them from an overhead angle. The background is a roughly drawn bed that they’re laying on which is surrounded by a dark purple backdrop with red outlined words on top of it.
The words that are surrounding them, written in plain text, are: Not a lot, just forever. Intertwined, sewn together. Like the rock bears the weather. Not a lot, just forever.
Nicky is drawn with light brown skin and slightly curly black hair. He’s wearing a light red shirt and light purple pajama pants. His tail is mainly a dark blue but has some bright teal plates at the base and top of it that give off some light.
Lark is drawn with brown skin and curly brown hair. He’s wearing a dark green shirt and tan pajama pants. The arm that’s visible to us, his left arm, is covered in scars and his shirt rides up on his stomach a tiny bit to show a scar there as well.
There’s sunlight coming in from the upper left corner, covering most of Nicky (who lays on the left side of the bed). Lark lays on the right side, which is mostly covered in shadow. But he clings onto Nicky, having his face in the crook of Nickys neck, allowing him to be somewhat in the sunlight. Nicky also clings onto Lark, wrapping his tail around Larks back and wrapping multiple times around his left arm, resting his tail on Larks head. End ID]
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cosmiado · 5 months
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WAKE UP NEW OAKWORTHY FIC JUST DROPPED!! post-canon hurt/comfort fix-it where they Kiss. Hermie went to Hell after the events of ep. 47 and became a full-blown demon. Weeks later, the world has been saved, Normal still doesn't know Hermie's (kind of) alive, and Nicky is tired of lying on his behalf. Shenanigans and feelings ensure. anyway t4t autism4autism oakworthy owns my whole heart. snippet under the cut!
If he had been paying any semblance of attention, then the Swallows-Oak-Garcia’s backyard would have looked pretty much exactly like Hermie remembered it. But he was only looking at the boy standing alone on the edge of the porch, tear stains on his face, and clutching a small piece of fabric like it was a lifeline. Upon closer examination, Hermie saw that it was a jaggedly-cut piece of a vibrantly green sweater. Hermie’s sweater. The last one he’d ever worn.
It was enough, he told himself. It was enough to see Normal, to know he was safe and okay, to lay eyes on his best friend even if Normal didn't see him in return. Hermie would go back to hell, and try not to want to die, and spend the rest of his life picturing his friend's face in the dark. It was enough. It had to be enough.
It was not enough.
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cgi-heart-eyes · 6 months
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color coding in dndads
stampler/marlowe- blues and reds
oak-garcia/swallows-oak-garcia- blues and greens
close/foster/swift- reds and browns
wilson/li-wilson- red and green
but guess what none of them have as their main colors….
purple.
the color of daddy magic.
showing that in some way or another, the dad relationships are lacking or need to be fixed in some way
but also.. all of these have a color that can be used to make purple. they have part of what they need
purple is also the color of…you guessed it, the doodler!
the doodler has been a part of their journey all the time, no matter how small a part.
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green-green-grass · 3 months
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oakworthy nation how we feeling tonight
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Who is the Sexiest Podcast Character?
After 37,942 votes over 64 polls, we are now ready for Round 2 of the tournament!
Round 1 Masterpost
Round 2:
Scripted Bracket
Isabel Lovelace (Wolf 359) vs Lady Ethel Mallory (Hello From The Hallowoods)
The Witch Queen A.K.A. Daughter Dooley (Old Gods of Appalachia) vs Warren Kepler (Wolf 359)
Brutus Feels (Kane and Feels) vs Sir Caroline (The Penumbra Podcast: Second Citadel)
Alé (The Penumbra Podcast: Second Citadel) vs Thistle/The Woman (Alice Isn't Dead)
Peter Nureyev (The Penumbra Podcast: Juno Steel) vs Alice (Alice Isn't Dead)
Antigone Funn (Wooden Overcoats) vs Martin Blackwood (The Magnus Archives)
Lucifer Kane (Kane and Feels) vs Mabel Martin (Mabel)
Oleta (Within The Wires: Season 1) vs Strelitzia (Additional Postage Required)
Everyone from the Strange Case of Starship Iris vs Mari Datuin (Hi Nay)
Static Man (Archive 81) vs Dragana Vukovic (The White Vault)
Agnes Montague (The Magnus Archives) vs Mina Murray (Re: Dracula)
Laura Nichols (Hi Nay) vs Georgie Crusoe (Wooden Overcoats)
Keisha (Alice Isn't Dead) vs Yaretzi (Hello From The Hallowoods)
Buddy Aurinko (The Penumbra Podcast: Juno Steel) vs Hera (Wolf 359)
Tim Stoker (The Magnus Archives) vs Rita (The Penumbra Podcast: Juno Steel)
Dr. Joan Bright (The Bright Sessions) vs Renée Minkowski (Wolf 359)
Unscripted Bracket
Pickman (Friends at the Table: Sangfielle) vs Glenn Close (Dungeons & Daddies)
Grand Magnificent (Friends at the Table: Twilight Mirage) vs Taako (The Adventure Zone: Balance)
Lup (The Adventure Zone: Balance) vs Sans Undertale (Interstitial: Our Hearts Intertwined: Authority)
Chine (Friends at the Table: Sangfielle) vs Tryst Valentine (Campaign: Star Wars)
Gable (Campaign: Skyjacks) vs Nicky Close (Dungeons & Daddies)
Fourteen Fifteen (Friends at the Table: Twilight Mirage) vs Coco Cashmere (Hey Riddle Riddle)
Killian Fangbattle (The Adventure Zone: Balance) vs Kalvin Brnine (Friends at the Table: PARTIZAN and PALISADE)
Indrid Cold (The Adventure Zone: Amnesty) vs Suvirin "Suvi" Kedberiket (Worlds Beyond Number: The Wizard, The Witch, and the Wild One)
Tender Sky (Friends at the Table: Twilight Mirage) vs Ron Stampler (Dungeons & Daddies)
Hadrian [Rosana's Husband] (Friends at the Table: Seasons of Hieron) vs Moonshine Cybin (Not Another D&D Podcast: Bahumia)
Amber Gris (The Adventure Zone: Ethersea) vs Throndir (Friends at the Table: Seasons of Hieron)
Ibex (Friends at the Table: COUNTER/Weight) vs Cassander Timaeus Berenice (Friends at the Table: COUNTER/Weight)
Ver'million "Millie" Blue (Friends at the Table: PARTIZAN) vs Mercedes Oak-Garcia (Dungeons & Daddies)
Echo Reverie (Friends at the Table: Twilight Mirage) vs Kravitz (The Adventure Zone: Balance)
Aubrey Little (The Adventure Zone: Amnesty) vs Adelaide Tristé (Friends at the Table: Seasons of Hieron)
Jacqui Green (Friends at the Table: COUNTER/Weight) vs Hella Varal (Friends at the Table: Seasons of Hieron)
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mintythyme · 9 months
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*kicks down your door*
LARK OAK GARCIA IS A BARD
YOU MAY BE ASKING YOURSELF, PROOF? DO I HAVE IT!!
He learned to drive from Glenn, the odd man out. Lark clearly grew up to be the odd man out, the one without a kid, the one who’s on his own in the end. He would totally see Glenn as a role model (/deregatory)
The first spell he cast on screen he whistled to cast it. You know who also casts spell using whistling? RAINE WHISPERS. you know what they are? A BARD.
He’s the odd one out. He always has been. Every other kiddad has had an on screen bonding moment with their respective dads. Lark hasn’t had one. Bards are objectively the odd class out of all of them. They don’t quite fit in, the closest to a Jack of All Trades. Lark is the guy you throw at people without a dad, you don’t know what to do with him. He’s not got a partner *cough* aroace spec lark *cough*, he hasn’t got his own kid, he’s just alone. Now matter what you say, his brother left him, in whatever way you want to soften the blow, Sparrow left him.
Nark Parelles. Nicky can only fight, he WAS a bard in the s1 finale, he gave bardic inspo to the kids. Nicky can only fight now, because you can’t play the drums with one arm. You can’t play ANYTHING with one arm. (I mean, you can, but that adjustment period, along with the trauma from the event probably fucked him up a good bit.) The kiddads took that away from him. And then, with Lark is also a bard? Do you think they used to duet? Like Morgan and Glenn used to?
He could still heal this way, but it wouldn’t be the natural green magic like Sparrow and Henry, it would be the colorful, musical magic all of his own. Something he made for himself, through sound and art. Something he has just for himself
I think it would be funny to have Lark reach into his jacket like he’s grabbing a gun, and then have him instead grab a kazoo and start playing “We Didn’t Start The Fire”, causing a fireball to be cast. I just think that would be funny
In conclusion, Lark is a Bard, thank you, fanfic writers take note of this please and thank you everybody
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anoctoberpepper · 6 months
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twelve soft things (Day 10)
“Sit.” Grant points to the bench by the door of the Oak-Garcia household. Lark falls onto the wooden top. 
“These yours?” Grant holds up a pair of tan army surplus boots, identical in shape and size to the green pair of army surplus boots right next to it. Lark nods. Grant grabs them and plops onto the floor right in front of Lark. He’s still curled over his smashed wrist, looking grumpy and tired and in pain. 
“Foot.” Grant taps Lark’s right shin. Lark offers it up listlessly. Grant tugs the boot on, ties it off neatly, with just the right tension, the way he knows Lark likes it. It’s not the first time he’s put on or taken off Lark’s boots. He taps his left foot. Lark offers it up, and Grant ties off the second shoe.
“Now for the walking part,” Grant says. It’s sunny outside, a perfect fall day. Fresh air will help, he knows. He pulls Lark to his feet and opens the door to the crisp air. 
They walk down the stoop, onto the long sidewalk. Lark leans into Grant’s shoulder, shuts his eyes and breathes until a leaf brushes past his cheek. He winks an eye open, is greeted by bright red trees, fall air. 
“Better?” Grant asks. 
“Fuck you,” Lark says, and smiles softly.
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