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Weezeridian...

yeppers! here's the lil guy he's going to accidentally drop his keys down a grate at this point-

and an extra bad boys (but as their actual animals)

Thank you very much for the soul, it's very pretty.

Ok, well then, ask and you shall receive.

Family Dinner.

(note: I am not a writer, so far I've just been writing my thoughts and I am not good at writing fluff in any way.)

Tubbo and Ranboo come home, one day, bringing with them a basket of veg, freshly plowed potatoes, bright orange carrots and vibrant burgundy beets.

Plopping the hay-weaved basket onto the kitchen counter, tiny hoofsteps are heard running down to greet the duo.

A tiny pink fluffball rams into Ranboo's legs, excited mal-deformed whistles and squeaks leaving the boy, giving his papa the tightest and warmest of hugs.

Cold slender arms pick up the baby, bringing him up to tower above Tubbo, head pressed gently into the crook of a black and white neck, Michael holds onto the parent with tight and warm love.

Watching from the higher position, cuddled lovingly in his loved one's care, Michael watches with intense focus as his other parent washes the veg, scrubbing off dirt, and cutting off the stalks and cutting chunks off veg, stewing up some pot of broth.

Delicious smells fill the house, a carrot and potato stew boiling in a pot, baking some strips of lamb in the furnace, the two husbands cooking for their child. Ever seen a sweeter sight in your life? michael hasn't.

The warm flames of home, of family, it heats up the frigid house from the state it used to be, from the neglect it has undergone in the previous weeks. The house is filled with busy chatter and the familiar smell of warm food, home cooked meals filled with a love the boy hasn't felt in weeks, yet has not forgotten anytime since the last.

As the mismatched family sit down to eat, all huddled up around a rickety wooden table, sitting in splintering little chairs, the youngest of which barely able to look up from his bowl, the steam coming from the meal cloaking the boy from seeing his parents properly, and yet he knows they're there. They love him.

He's sure now, as they spoon-feed the baby boy a healthy helping of soup, letting him much on mutton and bite into hearty, fluffy bread. Filling the boy with both food and happiness.

All is well in the house that day. The cold winter winds won't nip at the skin of the boy this day. He has his parents to protect him. They'll always keep him safe. Always.

jail for a thousand years

oh no!

Deserved tbh, but oh no!

easy:

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