📺 Turn on your TV or you'll miss the chance to hear from the neighborhood's cheeriest bug! ☀
In her part of the show, she'd teach kids all different kinds of facts about the weather, why it is like this and what should they do, like how to tell it's gonna rain, sometimes would do little geography lessons which she sure knows a lot about!
Would most definitely advertise various stuff from Howdy's shop that would be useful for the weather she's telling about, like "a new neat umbrella and rain boots for the gloomy soggy days" or "a refreshing cold drink to help with the summer heat!"
You could call Daria quite the fashionista, she likes to pick her attire matching the weather, both in matters of style and comfort. She always makes sure that her neighbors are dressed according to the temperature and etc too, so for example, she better not catch you without your scarf when it's freezing outside- (would give you a lecture why you should wear one and will put her own on you lol)
(most of her outfits are made by my other oc Sunny, a shy tailor who's not big on very chatty and loud people, but him and Daria somehow get along really well!)
Definitely owns a ton of different sunglasses too, it's nearly impossible to see Daria without them.
Daria got into the neighborhood by a storm. Dragonflies are undeniably great at flying but not even they can always predict what they'll get into on their way! But don't worry, she got into trustworthy hands (or wings?-) of neighborhood's mail-bird Sean Gull, could it be love at first sight-
She's transfem, pan and polyamorous
Being overly energetic, Daria sometimes bumps into other neighbors , just not noticing they're standing in the way while she's deep in thought. Would be pretty apologetic if she makes them fall- It'd take her some time to remember where she was heading to too..
She'd also oftenly appear as a star guest at the regular human weather forecast or some scientific geography TV programs :D
(I'll prolly add up more info later as my burnout passes, have a lil doodle of her human ver instead lol)
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the three times duke tried to tell you something - rafe cameron
summary: rafe's dog duke starts acting differently towards you, clearly trying to tell you something that you and rafe can't seem to figure out on your own.
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a/n: short, fluffy and sweet! forever loving soft rafe ♡
The first time, Rafe noticed before you did.
It wasn't unusual for Rafe's eyes to follow you as you walked through the house, drinking you in as you wandered past him to the kitchen or back to bedroom or onto the back porch as he tried to focus on his work, fingers itching to pull you into him and toss his laptop to the side. What was unusual was his dog, Duke, following you everywhere you went.
He couldn't put a finger on when it started, but suddenly it was like you had a second shadow, Duke following your every move, his eyes trained on you or sitting patiently at your feet whenever you were stationary.
You didn't notice until you were coming out of the shower and nearly stepped on him as he sat, waiting for you just outside the shower door. "Oh! Geez, Duke! You scared the heck out of me" you said, leaning down to pat his head, much to his enjoyment.
"Hey, have you noticed that Duke has been following me around?" you asked Rafe. As if for emphasis, Duke exhaled loudly where he sat nearly on top of your feet as he looked up at you with his puppy dog eyes.
Rafe smiled and leaned over to look at his dog, "You lookin' after our girl, Duke?" Duke licked his hand in response.
The second time, Rafe was on the mainland for the day and you were walking to get the mail, Duke firmly by your side, when your neighbor who was jogging stopped to talk to you. "Hey, Y/N! Good to see you! Having a good summer?" he asked.
He tended to be a little flirtatious so you tried to keep your answers curt and casual, but before you could answer Duke growled at him. You looked down in shock to see his teeth bared, his eyes fixed on your neighbor. He normally had such a sweet and loving disposition, you couldn't remember him ever being aggressive. You were almost embarrassed as you whispered "Duke!" in surprise. He looked up at you innocently before returning a narrowed gaze to your neighbor who was edging away from you both before he took off running again.
"Duke growled at Sean today when he stopped to talk to me" you told Rafe later that night. "I swear, Rafe, something has gotten into him, I've never seen him act like that before."
"Is Sean that guy that's always hitting on you?"
"Rafe..."
"Good boy, buddy!" he said, leaning down to scratch Duke behind his ears and getting a bark in response before Rafe pressed a kiss to your cheek.
It was all fun and games for Rafe until later that week the two of you were in the kitchen making dinner and listening to music. Rafe pulled you into his arms to dance with you. He nuzzled into your neck, pressing soft kisses there and tracing them up your jaw to land on your lips, catching your smile with his own. He kissed you softly and slowly as his hands traced down your waist, and then he began to tickle you, eliciting a squeal and a giggle from you as you tried to wiggle out of his grasp. Duke was on his feet and barking immediately, nudging himself between you and Rafe, and nipping at Rafe's ankles, finally causing him to drop his arms.
"Duke! Buddy! It's okay!" he said, putting his hands up in front of him in surrender as Duke stood protectively in front of you.
Rafe looked up at you, "Okay, maybe I'm starting to see what you're talking about..." he trailed off, looking down at his dog "...and I thought I was protective, what's gotten into you, huh?" Duke looked from Rafe to you and back again and barked once like he was trying to say something, both of you looking at each other in confusion.
That weekend you were curled up on the couch watching a movie, snuggled in Rafe's arms. Duke had been lying on the floor at your feet when he propped his head over the side of the couch and onto your lap.
"Hey, good boy" you whispered, running your hand over his head absentmindedly before returning your attention to the movie. He didn't give up. He nudged his cold, wet nose into your hand, into your lap, nuzzling you further and further.
"Okay, okay" you said, thinking he wanted more pets, and giving him more attention. But he was unrelenting, his entire head now resting in your lap. "Rafe, look at this. He's never this cuddly" you said as Duke came to rest his head nearly on top of your torso at this point, where he finally sat still, eyes looking up at you intently as you continued to pet him, now with your full attention.
"What is it, buddy?" you asked.
He nuzzled into your torso one more time for effect.
And that's when the lightbulb went off in your head.
"Oh my god" you said, suddenly.
"What is it?" Rafe asked, pausing the movie and sitting up quickly at your tone.
"Oh my god" you said again, popping off the couch as you ran down the hallway, Duke hot on your heels.
"Sweetheart? Sweetheart! What's wrong?" Rafe said as he got up to follow you both.
You had shut yourself in the bathroom and Rafe began knocking frantically on the door. "Sweetheart, what's wrong?"
Silence.
"Babe, you're freaking me out. Are you okay? Please just tell me you're okay?"
"H-Hold on" you said, your voice shaking.
Rafe jiggled the doorknob, his heart in his throat. "Babe, please don't make me break this door down."
You didn't respond and Rafe let his forehead fall against the door, eyes resting on the dog sitting next to him who was pawing the door helplessly.
The minutes ticked away before, quietly, the lock clicked and you swung the door open. You had tears in your eyes and Rafe immediately cupped your face in his hands. "Babygirl, what is it, what's wrong?"
You moved to hold up your hand that held a small plastic stick with a digital window reading one word that sent Rafe's heart into a maddening flutter: Pregnant.
"What?" Rafe whispered in disbelief as he took the stick from your hand.
"Babe, are you sure? Are you absolutely sure?" he said, a smile already breaking across his face. You gestured behind you at two other sticks on the counter, nodding and smiling as tears rolled down your face.
"You're having our baby?" he asked breathlessly, "I'm gonna be a dad?" The realization crashed over him as tears welled in his own eyes and you nodded vigorously.
"We're gonna have a baby!" he said, scooping you into his arms as he peppered kisses relentlessly on your cheek and forehead, finally finding your lips and searing them with a kiss that was so sincere and soft, overwhelmed with emotion.
You could feel him breathing heavily against you as you laughed and cried together, the moment broken only by Duke barking at your feet, jumping up, wanting to be a part of the action.
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What if Guillermo worked at Hooters instead of Panera and Sean invited them to a Superbowl party 10 years earlier? Co-written and directed by @phasmama
(ID in alt and under cut)
1a. A label at the top says 2009. Nandor stands on a dark background, wearing his travel cloak and humming thoughtfully, hand on his chin. In a thought bubble, he recalls words from Laszlo: "Our new neighbor Sean has invited us to a Superb Owl party." And Nadja: "So you better bring a nice gift and not embarrass us in front of the owl!" 1b. The thought bubble disappears, revealing a Hooters restaurant in the distance behind it. Nandor turns his head and notices it.
2. Shot from inside the restaurant as Nandor slams the door open, announcing "Hello! May I enter your owl establishment?"
3. Full body of Guillermo, walking past wearing a gold watch, Hooters tank top, orange booty shorts, white socks and sneakers, and a teeny black apron holding a notebook and a few pens. He has a few menus in his hands and turns his head towards the new arrival, saying "Oh, uh. Yeah? We're open."
4. Shot over Nandor's shoulder. Guillermo catches himself and turns toward him fully, awkwardly stuttering "Uh. I mean. Welcome to Hooters! One for dinner?" Nandor, staring somewhere in the vicinity of Guillermo's hips with purple cheeks, replies "...Yes, please."
5. They walk in profile, Guillermo in front still holding the menus. His cheeks are slightly flushed as he glances back at the man behind him, a thought bubble from his head holding a photo of Antonio Banderas as Armand. Nandor stalks closely after him, blatantly staring at his ass with a clear dotted line connecting his gaze.
6. Guillermo turns with a smile and sweeps his arm out, saying "Here you are, sir! Can I start you off with-" Nandor interrupts him, shouting out in all caps "COME WITH ME TO A SUPERB OWL PARTY TOMORROW."
7. Guillermo clutches the menus to his chest and stares up at Nandor, cheeks blushing red. Without much thought, he says "...Okay." Text nearby points to him and says self preservation goes to zero around a hot guy'. Nandor smiles down at him, pleased.
8. Later, Guillermo is laying in bed at home in the dark and holding his phone above his face. In the background is a screenshot of the Wikipedia page for American football that he's studying. He thinks to himself, "This is a terrible idea..."
9. The next night. Laszlo and Nadja stand together facing Nandor, who has Guillermo tucked just behind him. Nadja scowls and gestures angrily at the human, snapping "Nandor, you plonker! The owl cannot eat a whole human!!" Then, less confidently, "Can he??" Laszlo continues in his usual unflappable manner, "If not, I hope you brought enough for everyone." Nandor, affronted and purple in the cheeks, snaps back "Guillermo is not for eating! Not by the owl and not by you." He gestures to his guest with one imperious hand. "But he has brought wings of chicken that I am sure will appease a great bird of prey." Guillermo is indeed holding a Tupperware box in both hands, eyes wide and gazing blankly into the middle distance as he thinks to himself "Definitely a mistake." /end ID
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