Its been a minute since we’ve talked about the other branches and I would like to some fun shovel talk scenarios going on in your head. Not necessarily just about branch but perhaps branch giving one? Just anything that you think would be neat or funny. Just some that scratch an itch
Rock Branch attempts to give one to Carol but she tuned all of it out and then went "What were we talking about again" and he almost killed her on the spot.
If this is a Blissbarb scenario he went to give one to Bliss but she's such a huge simp that he didn't bother, he just went "Don't hurt my sister or else".
In Techno Branch, he and Synth teamed up to give Hickory a shovel talk. Hickory promised to be nothing but a gentletroll.
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Wanna hear about my rarepair of Trollex x Billy?
Techno Branch doesn't even perceive Billy as worth the effort. Just goes up and is like "I'd give you a shovel talk but I have more valuable uses of my time. Just imagine the worst tortures you can and imagine me threatening them. Use your imagination."
Feliz cumple John Ronald Reuel.
Era 1983 y yo tenia dieciséis años, ya trabajaba fregando platos, había dejado los estudios de metalurgia, si, metalurgia, no veía posibilidad de estudiar algo relacionado con el dibujo, la escola Massana no estaba a mi alcance y tampoco tenia a nadie cercano que me orientara en ese sentido, yo solo conocía la Massana, éramos una familia muy pobre de emigrantes andaluces y las cosas no nos iban demasiado bien, así que cogí el primer trabajo que me salió.
Durante un corto periodo de tiempo estuvimos suscritos a Circulo de lectores, esa empresa ya desaparecida que te servía libros a domicilio pedidos a través de su catálogo.
El primer libro que pedí fue El Señor de los anillos, un tocho de mas de mil páginas con letra minúscula que contenía toda la trilogía.
Ya había leído a Poe, Lovecraft, Kafka, Stevenson, Rimbaud, Baudelaire y un largo etc, pero no he vuelto a tener una sensación tan intensa de estar fuera de esta realidad que leyendo el Señor de los anillos en aquel momento, salía de trabajar a las 12 de la noche y me metía sesiones de 100 o 150 paginas antes de dormirme, me sumergía, totalmente en la historia, no quería que se acabara nunca, de hecho leí la última página y lo comencé de nuevo. Luego cambias, maduras, te gustan otras cosas, pero el afecto a la historia y el agradecimiento a su autor permanece.
You all screamed for it so here it is! Farrow and Barbol are fathers! So yes, this does mean there is some pregnancy in this, trigger warning for those of you are are sensitive to it. You guys have @fleeceofsteel to thank for this treat so go send them so love and thanks because I have and I am so happy to have finally written this amazing chapter in the tale of Farrow and Barbol. I hope you love their furry hamster babies as much as I do.
Part One - Part Two - Part Three
Barbol nudges you with his nose, grunting softly as he tries to urge you awake. “Get up,” he growls.
You press your palm to his chest. “What?” You groan. “Why are you waking me so early?” You try to tuck your blanket over your head but Farrow yanks it away.
You whine and open your eyes. “What?”
“Get up,” Barbol growls again.
You sit up and rub your eyes. “Ok, ok, I’m up,” you huff. “What’s going on with you two today?”
“You’re late,” Farrow replies from under the bed,
You glance at the clock and see it’s earlier than you usually get up. “No...I don’t even have work today,” you reply.
“No,” Barbol insist. “You are late, late.”
“Late, late?” You cock up a brow. “What do you mean I’m-” you stall and your mouth hangs open. “Oh,” you gasp as your eyes go wide.
“I’ve been keeping track,” Farrow replies. “You usually fluctuate a little bit this has been two weeks now. I’m surprised you didn’t notice yourself.”
“I...I’m surprised you keep track,” you tell him. “I honestly don’t think about it until it shows up,” you reply.
Barbol glares at you. “You do realize we’ve never cum outside you before? Wouldn’t you be concerned?”
You shrug and rub the back of your head.
“Are you kidding me?” Barbol snarls.
“Calm down now, it could be nothing, but I suggest taking a pregnancy test just to be sure.”
You huff and cross your arms against your chest. “Ok so,” you sigh. “Ok.”
Barbol inches close and places a soft kiss on your lips. “Don’t worry,” he grumbles and butts his forehead to yours. “If you are pregnant you have us.”
“We were discussing it, perhaps this is just the fruits of our labor,” Farrow replies.
“Was that a motherfucking pun?” Barbol snarls down at him.
You stand up and get dressed. “I’ll be right back,” you say. “I’ll go get a couple of tests and be right back.”
“Drink something,” Farrow replies.
Barbol grunts. “It looks like we’ll need to make room.”
Farrow chuckles. “She’s in for a surprise if it’s true. There’s never just one of us.”
You go to the store and buy a few pregnancy tests and a large drink. You guzzle it down as you head home and pick up breakfast for everyone. Once home Barbol pulls you into his strong arms.
“Don’t squeeze too hard,” you grumble. “I’m fixing to burst at any second.”
“Well then go to the bathroom!” Barbol shoves you inside.
They wait outside for you, Farrow has even removed himself from under the bed just so he can be there once you come out. After a while, they knock on the door.
“Everything ok?” Farrow asks.
“I’m not sure,” you reply.
Farrow and Barbol exchange glances. “What do you mean?” Farrow calls to you.
You open the door and show them the two tests you’ve taken. There is neither a negative or positive sign. In fact, the whole screen has turned back. “I have no idea what this means,” you tell them.
Barbol takes one and Farrow takes the other. “I think it means your pregnant,” Barbol grunts.
“With our children at that,” Farrow’s hands are shaking.
You pinch your brow together. “But the test-” you start.
“It’s meant to figure out human pregnancy, not a monster one.” Barbol says.
You glance at Farrow and see his hands are still shaking and he’s starting to sniffle and sob. “What’s the matter?” You gasp.
Farrow rubs at some of his eyes. “I’m just so excited!” He whimpers. “I’m not sure how to react to this.”
Barbol sniffles and rubs his nose as it begins to dribble. “Well,” he clears his throat. “What we need to do is be prepared. We need to take care of you,” he cups your cheek. “Because you’ve never been more important to us.”
Farrow wraps you up in many arms and holds you close, unable to speak as he whimpers and sniffles.
You chuckle and hug him. “Aww, guys,” you say. “I know you’ll be good fathers. I’m not worried at all. I’m not even scared.”
“You are acting awful calm about this,” Barbol grunts as he kisses the top of your head while Farrow sniffles on you. “You’re pregnant with monster children. How are you going to explain this to people.”
You shrug. “I’ll figure it out. Right now I’m enjoying you two and your reactions.”
Barbol huffs, rubbing his eyes as the tears won’t stop no matter how hard he fights them. “I don’t know what you mean,” he grunts.
You manage to free an arm from Farrow’s grasp and pull Barbol into the hug. He soon is sniffling and blubbering with Farrow is.
After a few days, you already start to notice a change. Your belly is already pooching and your craving cookies like no tomorrow. Barbol is reluctant, but he shares his stash of snacks with you to help cure the cravings. At night, Farrow climbs into bed with you now, supporting your back and making sure your comfortable at all times.
“How do you feel?” Farrow asks as he pets your head.
“It feels nice,” you murmur. “I like having you in bed with me. Are you sure you’re not uncomfortable.”
He chuckles. “I don’t notice it. I’m just more worried about you and the babies.”
You sigh. “Two,” you grunt. “I should have known.”
“Just like me and Barbol,” Farrow kisses your cheek. “Twins but...kind of more than that. It’s hard to explain.”
You snuggle closer to him. “It won’t be so bad I guess.” You smile and kiss Farrow’s fingertips. “As long as both of you are here.”
Barbol sighs. “You’re way too chipper about this. Aren’t you at all concerned about anything?”
“Not really,” you shrug. “I dunno. I feel so calm about it. I figured I would be freaking out but as fast as things are going I don’t have time to panic.”
Barbol scoffs. “Lucky you.”
“Why? What’re you so worried about?” You ask.
Barbol grunts and grumbles something under his breath.
“He's worried he won’t be a good parent,” Farrow replies. “I have the same doubts, but seeing you so calm it makes me have hope.”
“You two will be amazing. That’s probably why I’m not losing my mind.”
In a few more days your belly is showing even more and sometimes when it’s dark you can see little glowing flickers inside. Seeing these little lights Farrow gets even more excited. The lights will glow and he’ll squeal and pet your belly.
“They’re already so active!” Farrow chuckles. “Barbol have you seen this?”
“Yes, I have,” Barbol huffs.
“Don’t just sit over there. Why are you sitting so far away?” You ask.
“He’s playing guard,” Farrow explains. “I’m the nest and he’s the protector. He doesn’t mean to sit so far away that’s just is nature during this period. Any strange noise, any odd movement and he’ll attack.”
“Is something supposed to?” You ask between mouthfuls of cookie.
Farrow chuckles. “No. Of course not. Not today anyway, but back in the day, it was much more common. Monsters making sure competing clans didn’t birth stronger children. It was a whole thing.” He waves it off as nothing but it sounds more interesting than the book he reads all the time.
Your belly continues to swell over the next few days. It becomes hard for you to walk so Farrow and Barbol are on super high alert. They take care of everything for you without question. Until, one evening as you trying to sleep, you wake with pains in your abdomen. You wake up and flinch seeing your belly is glowing brightly.
“Farrow,” you whine as the pain starts to flash on and off the babies have a light switch inside.
Farrow sits up high on alert. “Oh, my!” He gasps.
Barbol comes close. “Is it time?”
“Apparently,” Farrow waves his hand. “The bathtub, get her to the bathtub!”
Barbol lifts you up and carries you to the bathroom. He lays you down inside and Farrow removes your clothes and places a pillow behind your back. The pain has stopped flickering but now has grown into a painful ache all throughout your body.
“It’s ok,” Farrow murmurs as you huff and groan. “It’s just started.”
You whimper as the blinding glow from your belly begins to dull. You feel strange and you push, something slips out and Barbol reaches down. There’s a glow again that flashes on and off before it dims and you push a second time. Something else slips out and Barbol picks it up. You feel strange, not exactly the births you had been raised on. Then again, this wasn’t a normal pregnancy. Barbol places two small, fluffy black shapes in your arms. One is a little longer than the other, the other is more round and solid. They look like super fluffy pompoms almost. You then see their little faces. Black mounds with eyes and cute kitten-likes mouths. They grunt and whimper, their eyes still sealed shut. They nose about until you lead them to your breasts and they latch. They grunt and whine, tiny little hands knead against your breasts as they eat.
“Holy shit,” Barbol stares in awe.
“They’re so cute!” You whimper as you start to cry.
Farrow kneads your shoulders and kisses your temple. “They’re beautiful.”
“They’re so small,” Barbol whispers. “Too small!”
“They’re just fine,” Farrow sniffles. “They came out healthy as can be.”
You giggle. “They got so many cookies they wanted some milk.”
Barbol laughs and he kisses you softly. “I can’t believe they’re here already,” he says. “Will they grow as fast as the pregnancy went?”
“It’ll be a little accelerated, but considering they have a human mother I’m sure it will be a nice long adolescence.”
“What do we call them?” Barbol whispers.
“Farrah and Bannon,” you murmur. You then smile at their jaw dropped reactions. “I’ve had them picked out for a while.”
“A boy and a girl?” Barbol asks. “How can you tell”?”
“I think I just know,” you murmur. “I could feel it when they were inside me. I knew all along.”
After Farrah and Bannon finish eating Farrow and Barbol take turns holding them. Farrah, the long one, likes to wriggle and grunt. She happily chews on anything that comes near her mouth, especially Farrow’s fingers. Bannon, the round one, likes to be held the most, screams and cries when he isn’t. He likes to cling to Barbol the best. His tiny hands clinging to him for dear life.
They grow quickly and start taking more defined shapes over the next few days. Farrah begins to look more like Barbol. She only has two arms and she has a pair of short, chubby legs. Her long tail keeps the extreme fluff and it wiggles and wags a lot. Bannon starts to resemble Farrow. He has many little arms and every so often you see several different eyes blinking open and closed.
Around a month old they’ve stopped to grow as rapidly. Their eyes have opened and they’re the same color as yours, although, Bannon has too many eyes to be sure. Farrah has also revealed she can show other arms as well but does it far less than Bannon. They’ve also shown they can change shape at will, often reverting to the small plush, fluff balls and then to their more defined shapes.
“It’s probably because of their duality,” Farrow explains. “Human and monster,” he hugs the two close as they crawl to him for a nap.
“Will they be able to take human form then?” You ask.
“Quite possibly!” Farrow kisses them both as they grunt and whine trying to get comfortable.
“They’ll be able to hide in plain sight,” Barbol chuckles. “They might be trouble.”
In the mornings, you get up to feed them. They’re tiny hands kneading at your breast as their soft littles mouths clamp down. Sometimes you’re barely awake when you feed them, dozing off in the rocking chair while they eat. One morning though, you get a rather rude awakening as Bannon chomps down.
You yelp out in pain and Bannon starts to cry while Farrah still continues eating peacefully. Barbol comes in first and you hands Bannon to him as you inspect the bite mark around your nipple.
“Bannon has teeth!” You gasp, dabbing up the blood.
Barbol opens his mouth, inspecting the several small, sharp teeth in his little mouth. Bannon sniffles and whimpers, swatting away Barbol’s hand.
“They’re my teeth too,” Barbol smiles proudly then comes to you. He touches your breast where he bit. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs.
“If Farrah grows teeth I’ll have to pump,” you grumble. “Ow,” you wince as Barbol touches.
“Sorry,” he gasps.
You huff and tug your shirt up, placing Farrah over your shoulder. “They’re growing too fast.”
Farrah’s tail wags hectically and she wiggles on your shoulders. Bannon has curled around Barbol’s neck, still sniffling and whimpering.
“It’s amazing how different they are,” he says. “It’s like night and day.” He pats Bannon’s back and the little fluff ball burps loudly.
You carry them back into the bedroom and set them with Farrow who has just finished cleaning and changing the sheets. He curls around them and Farrah reaches for one of his hands to play with, grasping with her strong little hands.
“What happened?” he asks.
Barbol opens his mouth and points to his sharp fangs. “Bannon got his teeth.”
Farrow reaches over, rubbing the top of Bannon’s head. “Did he now?” He checks Bannon’s mouth and pulls back his fingers when Bannon nips. “He’s a biter too apparently. Barbol,” he scolds and Barbol tucks his head down.
You chuckle and sit down beside Farrow. Bannon crawls into your lap and rolls into a ball. He starts to murmur softly. You pet him and lift him up, letting him cuddle into you. His little arms and hands aren’t exactly like Farrow’s. They’re long, but they’re fuzzy and the hands are more like paws with pink pads. Sometimes, the pink pads are sticky and you wonder if he’s going to be able to climb walls.
As the days roll on and turn into months, Farrah and Bannon grow. By the end of the year they stand as tall as your knee and like Farrow said, they’re able to take on a human-like shape, but due to their age, it’s still not refined. They run around and squeal and play. They run under the bed with Farrow and hide in the wardrobe with Barbol. Your fears are true as well and Bannon is able to climb walls with his sticky paws. He likes to crawl along the ceiling and sleep on the ceiling fan. Luckily Farrah doesn’t have this ability. She’s fast though and able to slip from under the bed and reappear in the wardrobe.
“Papa! Papa!” Farrah whines when Bannon goes onto the ceiling.
“What is it, little girl?” Farrow asks as he goes to her.
“Bro-bro!” She sniffles and points to the ceiling. “Want bro-bro!”
Bannon shakes his head angrily when Farrow looks up at him. “Farrah, my darling, what have you been doing to your brother.”
Farrah looks appalled that she would be accused of something she then ducks her head and fidgets, avoiding her father’s stare.
Barbol looks up at the fan and when he reaches for Bannon, he gets hissed at. Bannon’s soft fur stands on end and looks spikey.
“Good lord Farrah what did you do to him?” Barbol asks.
“Mama!” Bannon cries out. “Mama!”
You come into the room and sigh, Barbol lifts you up so you can take Bannon into your arms. As Farrah rushes to your feet Bannon hisses and fluffs up again.
“Farrah,” you scold. “What did you do?”
Farrah pouts and her eyes get saucer-like big. Tears well up and she sniffles. Barbol then yanks her up by the scruff of her neck.
“No, no, little one,” he growls. “I know how vicious you are, fess up.”
Farrah scowls at him and touches his face. “Papa. Papa,” she mewls.
You see Barbol begin to melt so you push on his back a little.
“No, my little terror,” he growls at her. “You can’t talk your way out of this one.”
Farrah sniffles again. “Took Bro-Bro down,” she grumbles.
“Down?” Barbol asks.
“It means the space between,” Farrow sighs. “Between our world and the next. That’s where Farrah goes when she travels between the bed and wardrobe. Bannon doesn’t like it there but Farrah thinks it’s funny.”
Bannon frowns and ducks his head down on your shoulder. “No Mama,” he grunts.
Barbol huffs and holds Farrah as she tries to get down. “We talked about this, little terror. You don’t torment your brother with the Down.” He then places Farrah in the playpen she can’t escape from.
She whines and pouts, tossing a teddy bear at the bars before she plops down and finds a cookie hidden under a blanket that she starts to gnaw on.
You glare at Barbol. “Did you give her that?”
Barbol acts innocent but he has just about the same tale-tell signs as his child. You sigh and pass Bannon off to Farrow. Bannon hides in farrow’s fluff, blending in almost seamlessly save for the different textures of their fur.
“Is this how you imagined things?” Farrow asks you.
You turn and look at him. “What do you mean?”
Farrow smirks. “When you first got pregnant, you told us you knew how it would all work out. Is this what you meant?”
“A little bit,” you smile back. You sit down with Barbol to relax a bit before you had to go make dinner. “I knew Barbol would be soft when it came to the kids, but he’s doing very well.” He pats his leg and he kisses the top of your head. “I was worried about you though Farrow.”
“Me?” He gasps. “Why me?”
“The way you started crying when you first found out. I wasn’t sure, but I thought you’d be one of those overindulgent parents. I was glad I was wrong though.”
Farrow sighs. “It’s hard to not spoil them when they have their mother’s eyes,” he says. “They look at me with them and it’s all I can do to keep from melting.”
“How do you keep from doing that?” You ask.
“I just remember what a monster their mother is,” he teases.
Libros 1.
Era 1983 y yo tenia dieciséis años, ya trabajaba fregando platos, había dejado los estudios de metalurgia, si, metalurgia, no veía posibilidad de estudiar algo relacionado con el dibujo, la escola Massana no estaba a mi alcance y tampoco tenia a nadie cercano que me orientara en ese sentido, yo solo conocía la Massana, eramos una familia muy pobre de emigrantes andaluces y las cosas no nos iban demasiado bien, así que cogí el primer trabajo que me salió.
Durante un corto periodo de tiempo estuvimos suscritos a Circulo de lectores, esa empresa ya desaparecida que te servia libros a domicilio pedidos a través de su catálogo.
El primer libro que pedí fue El Señor de los anillos, un tocho de mas de mil páginas con letra minúscula que contenía toda la trilogía.
Ya había leído a Poe, Lovecraft, Kafka, Stevenson, Rimbaud, Baudelaire y un largo etc, pero no he vuelto a tener una sensación tan intensa de estar fuera de esta realidad que leyendo el Señor de los anillos en aquel momento, salia de trabajar a las 12 de la noche y me metía sesiones de 100 o 150 paginas antes de dormirme, me sumergía, totalmente en la historia, no quería que se acabara nunca, de hecho leí la última página y lo comencé de nuevo. Luego cambias, maduras, te gustan otras cosas, pero el afecto a la historia y el agradecimiento a su autor permanece.
