#AVA TDL

[alan-becker-confessions]

I’m always mildly surprised by the amount of Dark Lord kins/fans/simps there are on the AB subreddit, good for them

After a certain point, I think it's more a question of who ISN'T a Dark kin/fan/simp. Then you exile them.

[sleepylabs]

5. Sticks Behind the Scene: Certified Spoiler

Red has Tom-Holland level of spoiling.

[sxncvut]

“move out of the way, unless you wanna catch it.”

c o n v e r t t o s y m b o l

name: the dark lord *hurried click* ⌜ OK ⌟

type: 🔘movie clip ⌜ CANCEL ⌟

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design choice to draw viraband duplicate only when in-use 🕷️

[zaltynn]

TWISTER some brotherly bonding :D

a03 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/65693113

When Vic got home from work, he found the living room had been completely rearranged. The couch was pushed in at an angle and the tables had all been stacked into one corner to make way for a horribly wrinkled and faded mat of Twister. Second and Dark were entangled in the middle of a game, shouting at each other while Chosen was sprawled across the couch with the spinner resting in his lap. Suspiciously, Chosen’s phone was out with a timer running, currently ticking past the seven minute mark. 

"What's all this?" Vic asked as he approached Chosen, loosening his tie and throwing his jacket across the back of the couch.

"Twister," Chosen announced, helpfully. 

During a lull of the shouting from the two youngest sticks, Chosen flicked the pin of the selection wheel. "Dark, left foot green," he announced. 

"FUCK!" 

Second cackled, and the arguing began anew as Dark adjusted to his new assigned position. 

"Where'd we get it?" Vic asked, as he hadn’t even known they owned the game. 

"Sec got it at some garage sale down the street," Chosen explained, "We've been at it all afternoon."

Vic sat on the arm of the couch Chosen was propped up against, rolling up his sleeves and removing his watch to tuck it into a pocket at random. "And what's with the timer?" he glanced down at the phone as it ticked over to the eighth minute on the stopwatch. 

"Ah," Chosen grabbed the phone and switched apps to a notepad. "We're trying to see who can last the longest per game," he explained, showing the phone to his older brother. 

There were three paragraphs spaced out, one labeled for each of them. Vic could see that they hadn't used their own names, with ‘hungry-hungry bastard' in third, 'artsy bitch' in second, and 'his royal ass-ness' in first. Chosen had five lines of timestamps, where Second and Dark had more than fifteen each. They really had been at this for a while. 

"I'm surprised you're not winning," Vic said, knowing Chosen’s strong competitive tendencies. Dark and Second were just louder about theirs and twice as likely to cheat. 

Chosen hummed, waving vaguely to his legs, "Not for a lack of trying." 

It was then that Vic realized there were ice packs cradling Chosen's knee and ankle. It was just such a familiar sight to Vic that hadn't really clocked it in when he first saw it. 

"Are you alright?" Vic worried, in disbelief that he had forgotten about Chosen's bad leg.

"Cho! My turn!" Second yelled over. 

Chosen grunted dismissively, righting the wheel on his lap before spinning it again. "It was already a rough morning, I asked for it," he said to Vic, and to Second he announced, "Right hand blue." 

The two on the mat started squabbling again as Second tried to reach across Dark to the colour he needed. 

Vic sighed, "I take it I'll be in charge of dinner then?" It was supposed to have been Chosen’s turn tonight, following a scheduled rotation that was made forever ago, but Vic wasn’t going to force his little brother into working on his feet if he was in pain. They all had things that upset the schedule from time to time, and they’ve long ago gotten used to making whatever adjustments were necessary. Any time, any reason. 

"We could always get pizza," Chosen offered, “Cooking after working sucks." 

"Pizza!" Second cheered, snapping his attention over to the couch in excitement. He wavered, and his face morphed into shock as his limbs slid out from beneath him, collapsing onto the mat with a grunt. 

Dark lurched to his feet, untangling himself from Second effortlessly, he pointed aggressively over to Chosen, yelling, "TIME! TIME! I win again!" 

Chosen obeyed, switching apps on his phone again to pause the timer. Vic watched as Chosen returned to the notepad and added a new line to ‘his royal ass-ness’. That put Dark in the lead by three timestamps now. 

Second groaned loudly, flailing on the ground. “Stop winning-” he whined. 

Dark scoffed, resting his hands on his hips proudly, “Fat chance.” He glanced down at the youngest of them, and gave him a smug look, “Just admit I’m better than you.”

Sitting up sharply, Second gaped at Dark, “I’m not gonna do that!” 

“That’s a shame,” Dark meandered over to Chosen, nabbing the phone straight from his brother’s hands. “Guess I’ll have to spit in your pizza-” he threatened, navigating Chosen’s phone with ease and opening their local pizza shop’s app. 

“NO! You can’t!” Second launched himself at Dark, clinging onto his legs.

“Dark,” Vic scolded.

He was ignored, as Dark fiddled with the delivery app. Probably just pulling up one of their ‘past orders’ options. “One boring-ass pizza for Vic, one large affront to pizzas everywhere for Cho, the only right choice for me, and a tiny ass one for the pipsqueak!” he summarized. 

“Dark, I want a medium!” Second yanked on Dark’s shirt, trying to grab for the phone as Dark held it aloft, using their height difference to his advantage. 

“Oop- too late, already ordered it,” Dark pushed the smaller stick aside, throwing the phone back to Chosen, who caught it easily. 

“He got you medium,” Chosen reassured, reading the receipt, and noticing Dark had prepaid with Chosen’s own card. Of course he had it memorized. 

Dark laughed, completely unfazed as he was hit repeatedly by Second, getting called as many bad names as the child could come up with. 

Vic sighed again, this time in a ‘what am I to do with you?’ kind of way. 

“Well,” Dark reached down and grabbed Second, tossing him over a shoulder and holding him there. The younger one didn't flail too badly, used to this maneuver. Dark did it probably thrice a week at this point. He just liked rubbing it in that Second was the smallest of them all. “A few more rounds?” Dark asked, “We got time before pizza’s here.”

“Yeah! Hey, Vic, did you want to join us?” Second asked, looking upside-down towards the grey stickfigure. 

Vic considered it, glancing down to Chosen briefly, who shrugged. “Oh, why not?” he conceded, making both Second and Dark cheer. 

“What d’you think we should put on the scoreboard for him?” Dark bounced Second, getting the other to giggle. 

“Uhm, how about…” Second put a hand to his chin, thinking hard. 

“Stingy motherfucker,” Chosen deadpanned, already typing it into the notepad.

Dark cackled in agreement. 

“Look-” Vic started, “Just because I’m a businessman-”

Second started giggling. 

Vic sighed, and pleaded, “Just start the game…”

Chosen smiled, and flicked the spinner.

[maibaxoxo]

Hollowhead designs :) more designs are coming soon (redraw of this !!)

[theamethystgoddess-tag]

I can't 😂

[mewannew]

Best Four Ships

chodark

vicsi

grape duo

yellue

[gyaa-227]

Happy birthday Alan !!

[ashtorth]

TDL WENT BOWLING :3

[cmaymanuel]

Sure Chosen... sure......

[rat-dw]

PRETTY CVNT

[taemwar]

aha anyway

[alan-becker-confessions]

TDL is genderfluid (trans) and TCO has no idea what that means or knows anything about queer culture but he rolls with it and respect his buddy

I love scenerios like this I need to make like a wall of confessions I like on my real life wall when I move

[sxncvut]

it’s me! ..mario(?!)

tco: “this thing bites..”

tdl: “spiked red balls? respect to whoever invented these.”

vic: “never thought i’d get a watch dog.”

inv: “bOooOoOO!”

[juniperish]

shoving in some more art..

[thatonefishfriend]

TDL expressions! ^^ Now the whole trio's complete!