#smallmarch

[ronnie2point0]

couldnt decide if i liked vegamarch or smallmarch more so uhhhhhhhhhh...................

[stanleyparableyaoi]

i’m always way too late to fandoms

[oversizedsunhats]

Fellas, if your valentine doesn’t bite your neck and suck until you’ve bled dry, are you two really valentines???

[sarahs-malewives]

finally posting my dream daddy dadsona ! he/him (if that sentence made u chuckle it’s ok. I did too .)

his name’s Sarah Almas! he was designed to look like Amanda for obvious reasons ! (they are bio related here :])

the whole poly thing is weird bc dating sims are all au centric . so they’re poly sometimes and sometimes Sarah’s w one or the other lol

[cryptids-doodling]

Based on this post

Smallmarch lives in my head rent free. I love this ship and I love both the men involved. Damien and Robert are my fav dads from Daadds 😭💖💖💖

[loyal-likesam]

I did it! I finished Dream Daddy 🥰

I made a rp post a few days ago but here’s another! If you guys want to try any of the ships below, dm me on discord at Kazikuns

Robert/Joseph

Dadsona/Robert

Dadsona/Joseph

Ernest/Daisy (I read a cute comic where Daisy crushed on Ernest until they were adults, it was sweet)

[lordazazel23]

I made some NOT SAFE FOR CHRISTMAS pieces !

(Including Smallmarch, Batjokes, reddie, sportarobbie and the ineffable husbands)

You can find them on my Notsafeforwork Instagram account @/LordAsmodeus23 !

[boyish-writes]

Is He Following? (Part 2)

Let’s get into that good nitty gritty good shit

Welcome back to hell, gendered and genderless beings.

Part 2 of 4

The air was heavy as Robert looked to the phone a few feet from him.

Damien...he couldn’t lose Damien but, god, if he was going to die he didn’t want Damien to be hurt.

Joseph wasn’t in the room. He’d left him there with a phone and unlocked his chains. Robert didn’t have the energy to stand anymore, legs, arms, and most of the rest of him was black and blue.

“Fuck” Robert sighed a bit, reaching a hand to his face as his eyes filled with tears.

He knew he couldn’t call the police, he’d be the one in trouble then. He’d done some...favors for Joseph. He’d end up right in prison for life with that.

He fucked up his whole life like this. He’d never get to see Damien’s amazing smile again or the way his eyes widened when the other found something interesting. Robert pushed the tears off his cheeks, a loud growl leaving him.

This was his fault for ever getting caught up in Joseph’s traps, he should have left he and Joseph where they stood.

Ex lovers with no ties but that of a few friendly barbecues and glances from across the yard when cutting grass.

No, Robert had to know what the mischievous look in Jospehs eyes really meant. He had to follow and know what his plans were. He had to get himself into a mess. Everything drove by a man who didn’t know where his sanity stopped and the alcoholism began.

Then Robert changed, Damien changed him. He didn’t want to deal in those mischievous eyes and the gallons of blood on his hands.

He wanted to have a family again.

“God dammit!” Roberts hoarse voice rang through the concrete of the basement, the only thing following it being a sob. He’d tried so hard to redeem himself. All of it had been for Damien, for Lucien, for Val.

It had all been worthless work. Garbage thrown out the back window of the Hearse he’d jumped into the moment he decided to tangle himself with Joseph longer than he originally intended to. 

Roberts fingers hovered over the numbers he’d memorized. He never admitted to anyone he actually cared that much. He didn’t want to leave all of these words unspoken. He didn’t want to leave this world knowing Damien thought he hated him...

He pressed the call button, eyes filled with tears as the dial tone raised the lump in his throat. Every beep made his chest feel tight, not knowing what he’d do if Damien answered. It must be too late...Damien is usually asleep by now, His face buried in one of his many books.

“You have reached Bloodmarch Residence. If it is urgent then please contact my cell phone. If not, please leave a message after the tone and I will get back to you right away!” 

Robert couldn’t help the smile that came to his lips at the sound of his Victorian daydream. Even the way his voicemail was...It was so pure to him. Damien was some force Robert knew he should have never touched. 

He was brought back to the real world with a beep, a tone that washed his smile away as quickly as it came. He knew it was time.

“Hi, um...Damien?” Robert scolded himself for sounding so quiet and hurt, so not himself.

“I’m just calling to say...” His heart panged like he’d been kicked in the chest.

“To say I think we should cut things off...” Robert was silent, knowing Damien wouldn’t trust his words. 

“You’ve helped me work out what I needed to and now I’m skipping town like I usually do just to fall back into my old bullshit...You don’t need me hanging over your head... Tell the kid I love h-him” Roberts voice broke and he held the phone a little further from his face so it wouldn’t be as obvious that he was trying to pull himself together. 

“Don’t go looking for me...I love you, Honey...” Robert hung up and a primal scream escaped his throat before he threw the phone across the room, watching its screen shatter into a million pieces against the concrete. He couldn’t help that stupid emotional part of himself from thinking that maybe the phone was some kind of metaphor for himself. 

“What a show!” Josephs voice filled the void that was the concrete cell he was trapped in.

“Now lets see what we can do with you...”