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Can I get arbitrary virtual star stickers whenever I reach absurd milestones on tumblr? It’s be like easter egg hunting but more absurd and fantastical.
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Stardewers and Easter Egg hunters. I have. Achieved bliss this evening. Alien Pod. Earlier this year, I was recording when I got the Owl Statue. I am. Speechless. Overjoyed. Baffled. Awed.
I know that the odds of both items was increased to the point that it would actually occur naturally in the last update, but still.
I scream.
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a Hankcon Easter one-shot (also on AO3)
featuring: Hank, Connor, Sumo
wordcount: 387
my other DBH fics!
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"Go on, then. No cheating."
"What constitutes cheating, Hank?"
They're stood at the front door, Hank's arms crossed and Connor's brows furrowed as he processes the situation; A human tradition. Easter egg hunting. Hank thought it would help him settle more into the whole 'living' idea, now that he's a loud and proud deviant.
"Using your freaky android powers, Robocop."
"Tell me, Hank, how on Earth I'd sense plastic eggs littered outside around your house."
"So you can't? Good. Go have fun before you drive me back to drink." Hank scoffs, giving a playful shove to get Connor started.
Giving an exasperated shake of his head, Connor does his due diligence in checking everywhere he can reach; Under the car, in drainage pipes… Until he hears a crunch from the bushes. The 'uh oh' from Hank, now moving from the door, tells him that very much isn't part of the game.
Following the source of the sound, Connor carefully parts the branches to find a very guilty looking Sumo, an extra pair of ears on his head and a broken plastic egg in his mouth.
"Jesus, Sumo…" Hank groans from over his shoulder, further grimacing when the android takes the slobbery thing from the little shit.
"Maybe he felt left out." Connor muses as he coaxes the dog out from his hising spot. "You'd think two pairs of ears would make him a better listener when you tell him to stay inside."
Hank chuckles at that. "Yeah… Sorry he ruined this, Con."
"Nothing's ruined!" Connor scolds playfully, crouching down to ruffle Sumo's head. "The more the merrier; Family do these kinds of things together, don't they?"
It's simple, but it hits Hank hard— Probably because of how simple the sentiment is. He cries in the bathroom, later that day, and hates how comforted he is when he feels perfectly warm arms surround him from behind.
"… Was it too much to say—?"
"No, no," Hank shakes his head, hands resting over the android's. "Well… maybe. But you were right. And I'll get used to it if I hear it right? Exposure therapy?"
Connor chuckled softly, head resting against the man's back. "Look at you, considering a kind of therapy. Big steps!"
"Oh, you can fuck off with that."
"I love you~"
"Fucking sap… Love you too, Con."
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Happy Easter!! ✨🐝
Thought the boys deserved at least one nice, happy Easter egg hunt and in my mind Bobby did so too :)
Have a fantastic Sunday 🌻
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ollikah · 1 month
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Baby's first solo hunt, with back up nearby for cargo transport.
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expelliarmus · 1 year
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iwatcheditbegin · 12 days
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Haters fail to grasp that Taylor’s massive success isn’t due to any trends , it’s largely based on her relationship with US. If you don’t understand the lore of pen genres she’s not for you
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abstractsplat · 1 year
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Who is up for an egg hunt in the daycare?🐰
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Fam Easter egg hunt let’s go
Alright kids, champs, niblings, in-laws, grandkids, parents, neighbours, dubiously acquired turtle grandchildren, ALL OF YOU:
I’ve hidden easter eggs around the farm — one for each of you. They’re whatever chocolate you like most, and if you don’t like chocolate too bad you’re getting one anyway maybe it’s candy or styrofoam who knows. The question is, where will you find yours?
Ready…
Steady…
GO!
@1800ineedshelp @weirdly-specific-but-ok @arkytiorlecter @an-ace-on-the-case @falling-raine @eybefioro @the-beard-of-edward-teach @hell-hath-no-fury-like-love @sounds-void-fishy @good-usernames-were-taken @random-doctor-on-the-internet @samlikeslawnchairs @hello-ello-ello @gyrovagus-bibliophile @prettycottagequeer @garnetgoose0-0 @slopdoughnut @greenchrysanthamoots @queermarzipan @hoarder-of-dragons @dashoulinas-fandom-dump @lxvenderjewel @harbinger-of-existential-dread @aroaceblackhole @zonzolik @obsessed-sketches @goblin-named-sam @patoslover and anyone else I can’t remember, that’s all I’ve got written down holy fuck are there a lot of you
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littletroubledgrrrl · 29 days
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Day 647, 648 & 649
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hitwiththetmnt · 24 days
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Happy Easter✨
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Dragons and egg hunting are an interesting mix, but the boys are down for Easter fun no matter the struggle
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jakeperalta · 2 months
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unpopular opinion I guess but I think maybe not every surprise song choice or mashup is about joe or a hint at tortured poets....
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thelastwalkingsoul · 1 year
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Steve never really 'did' easter.
His parents were always away or too busy. Easter egg hunts were always 'too childish, Steven.' He was usually stuck in the house with a nanny or by himself, or being shoved into itchy clothes and dragged to church. Steve didn't get jealous when all the other kids would talk about their easter with joy in their voices. He didn't get upset that get missed out. It was fine, really it was. Steve didn't care.
So, the year after Vecna, when everything had settled down, Steve had an idea. One that had absolutely nothing to do with his lack of easter celebrations as a child and everything to do with giving the kids some fun.
It's Eddie who finds him filling the plastic eggs with candy. He looks all sleep-ruffled, his hair a mess, engulfed in one of Steve's sweaters. Eddie chuckles as he pours his coffee, coming to lean on the kitchen bench across from Steve. "Does little Stevie want to do an egg hunt?"
Steve knows he means it as a joke, purely seeing the situation and deciding to tease, but it still hurts. He scoffs, "Not me. It's for the kids."
Steve fights to keep his voice normal but mustn't do a great job because suddenly, Eddie's cupping Steve's face with his hands.
"Hey, baby," Eddie croons. "What's wrong?"
Steve drops his eyes to the egg in his hands. "Nothing."
"Don't 'nothing' me. Did I say something?"
Steve sighs, glancing up at Eddie's face. The concern in his boyfriend's eyes is almost too much. "I just- I want to give them something fun."
"That's sweet," Eddie says but Steve can his tactic coming from a mile away. He knows there's more, he's just waiting for Steve to say it.
He huffs, and Steve thinks he must look so childish as he quietly admits, "I didn't do anything for Easter as a kid."
Before he can do anything, he's enveloped by Eddie's warm arms. Steve hugs back, relishing in the comfort Eddie brings. "I'm sorry you missed out on that baby," Eddie whispers in his ear. Steve simply hums back, not wanting to get into it. When Steve pulls back (he's almost always the first to pull back, Eddie lets him decide when he's ready), he's greeted with Eddie's smile. "I believe we have eggs to hide, princess."
They spend the rest of the morning hiding eggs in Steve's backyard. Steve tries to make them actually hard to find. His kids are smart; simply putting a few in bushes isn't going to be enough. It isn't until he looks up to see Eddie scaling a tree that he has to reign him in and scold him. 'I don't want them up trees, Eddie! They could get hurt. So could you!' When the kids arrive, they're surprised, but after a few teasing comments about Steve being such a mom, it becomes a free for all. They're all yelling and scrambling for eggs, leaving Steve and Eddie to watch by the sidelines. He can't help but feel warm inside as he sees El's proud smile and Lucas holding Max's hand as they search. His kids are safe and having fun, which is all he can ask for after the last few years. Even Eddie's getting into it, being a menace as Dustin demands clues and cackling at Dustin's face when he refuses. He comes up to Steve later, leaning close and admitting, "I love watching them loose their tiny minds." Steve just snorts and smacks a kiss on Eddie's cheek.
After dinner, Eddie insists he'll clean up and sends Steve to go shower. Steve caves, kissing Eddie quickly before making his way upstairs. Once he's showered and back in his bedroom, he notices something yellow on his bed. A lone plastic egg sits there, suspicious. Steve opens it carefully, fully expecting Eddie to have put something strange inside. Instead, it's a piece of paper, a clue written in Eddie's messy writing. Steve follows it downstairs, finding another. And another after that. And another after that. It's the closest Steve's ever been to having an easter egg hunt, and he can't say he isn't loving it.
The trail leads Steve to the living room. A pink egg sits on the coffee table. Steve picks it up and opens it, just like all the others. Except this one doesn't hold a clue. Written in slightly more tidy handwriting are two words; 'A Promise'. Underneath is something wrapped in soft red material.
As Steve unravels it, a ring drops into his hand. It's a simple gold band that shines in the soft light. A promise.
"Do you like it?"
He looks up to see Eddie, worrying his lip between his teeth. Steve smiles, tears welling in his eyes. "Eds, I love it." He moves towards Eddie and holds his left hand out. A grin comes alive on Eddie's face. He picks up the ring with gentle hands, sliding it onto Steve's ring finger. Steve moves his hand, admiring how it looks. Admiring the meaning and loving the way he feels immediately branded as Eddie's.
Steve looks up and launches himself at Eddie, kissing him hard. He can taste tears, whether they be his or Eddie's. They kiss soft yet hard, pushing all their feelings into the kiss, only pulling away when they're both breathing heavily. Steve closes his eyes and rests his forehead against Eddie's.
"I love you, Steve. Now and forever. I promise."
Part 1 (kinda)
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thetwstwildcard · 29 days
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Happy Easter everyone!!!🐰🪺
Yuu decided to throw an Easter egg hunt for Grim, will you help him?
(Egg checklist is under the cut)
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Okay but these eggs were fun to design!!
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