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Domestic Meme

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THE LIST!
01] baby
Suddenly, there's a new addition to your family! Are you expecting? Adopting? Struggling to find the perfect name for your child? Or maybe you're up at a ridiculous hour in the morning because they're crying like crazy.

02] just married
Congratulations! You and your loved (?) one are about to start a whole new life together! It's time for the honeymoon...

03] house hunting
Are you seeking out an apartment? A dream house? Or just any old place, as long as you're with your other? Make sure to weigh your options very carefully...

04] household chores
It's time to clean/cook/garden/take care of something! Do you work together, or does one of you hide until everything is done?

05] shopping
Whether it's for furniture, groceries, or something in between, shopping is something that everybody must do at some point in time! What varies is if they like it or not.

06] family vacation
WE'RE OFF TO DIDNEY WOOOOOOOOORL or wherever
... well, as long as the kids are happy, right...? You may not be happy (or maybe you are), but it's mainly about ~family bonding~.

07] romantic retreat
It's you and your loved one's anniversary, and you decide it's time to take some time off and take them somewhere nice, where you only have each other.

08] comfort
Is somebody sick in bed? Or perhaps they just had a bad day? Sometimes, a good breakfast in bed or a home-cooked meal can really lift the spirits! Or perhaps you want to try medicine, or laughter, or something else?

09] pet
Suddenly, you have another addition to the family! Is it a puppy? A kitty? A fierce dragon? Whatever it is, make sure to give it a name and to take good care of it!

10] holiday
Happy birthday/New Years/Christmas/Valentine's Day/whatever! It's a very special day that only comes once a year, so make it count!

11] argument
Oh, no, who left the stove on... Or maybe it's about why they were out late last night? Either way, there is a lot of tension today, and one of you may or may not be sleeping on the couch tonight.

12] making up
It's time to make amends for that fight/divorce/whatever you had before! After all, you love each other... right?

13] surprise, surprise
You are feeling rather loving tonight, so you want to remind the other person how much you cherish and appreciate them... if it's by something cute and adorable or hot and sexy is completely up to you.

14] proposal
~~SHUT UP THIS TOTALLY FITS~~ You've been with your other for what feels like forever, and finally you want to tie the knot with them. Will you go down on one knee before them, or get a little creative?

15] other
I know I'm forgetting like a bajillion and one different things here, so this is the option for that!

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[ How long has It been since they started this relationship? Honestly Kurloz doesn't even know, nor does he really care. After all they where grown adults capable of deciding their own way. And he was a scary mother fucker so anyone who tried to give them Shit would instantly regret it. ]

[And it's not like anything would come of it... right? ...]

[Oh how wrong they where... he had but the bucket out as a joke, and the next day when it went missing, well he didn't think anything of it because they where dead. Well a week later something was delevered with a note to Porrim]

[She thought she'd heard some kind of scuffling outside, which was strange considering the dream bubbles were usually devoid of scuffly things. But she figured she had better investigate, so she went to the door of her hive with some trepidation. What she found lying on her doorstep, she never could have imagined.

A wiggler, tiny and bundled up in a blanket, with a note taped to the carrier. The note explained in no uncertain terms that the two of them had created this wiggler, and that they were expected to raise it, lest it be culled.

Porrim bent and lifted the wiggler to bring it into the house, cooing slightly as she did. She was used to handling wigglers, but how was Kurloz going to react?]

Hey...you should see this.

[She raised her voice just enough that he would hear her from wherever he was in the hive, but not enough to wake the sleeping baby.]

[The other troll had been lazily reading, hard to believe I know, but it was a book on the most famous serial murderer's of all time. He looked up when he heard his mate, putting the book down and getting up to see what she had. But even before he had entered the room he could HEAR it. His eyebrows creased in confusion before entering the room and seeing her with the child.]

[He blinks slowly, stepping forward silently and carefully so as not to disturb the sleeping wriggler. He looks up at Porrim and then down at the child in fascination. What kind of mother fucker put wigglers at another mother fuckers door?]

[It was then that he noticed the note in Porrim's hand. Carefully he took it from her, reading it over carefully. And then he reads it again...then he rubs his eyes smearing his paint before glancing it over AGAIN. Finally he looks at them, waiting for her to tell him this was all a joke. Them, parents? HAH! Gotta be kidding him...trolls weren't even meant to be parent's, and him and Porrim lived the most wild and reckless live styles. Nobody would dare leave a child in their care....right?]

[She has to resist the urge to laugh at his reaction. She's half-freaking out and half-excited, but mostly she's just. Confused. This isn't how things work around here. Their session failed, there aren't supposed to be any more of their kind, not here in the dream bubbles. Maybe that's all this is, a trick the dream bubble is playing on them. But at the same time...maybe it's instinct, but knowing that this grub is theirs makes her want to go along with it anyway.

She scoops the little grub out of its basket, and notices two things. One, it's a female, which makes her heart swell a little bit, because now there are officially more female trolls than male. Two, she's a cerulean blood. She supposes that makes the most sense; it's the midpoint between their two blood colors, after all. She coos softly as it snuggles into her chest, flushing a little green.]

Kurloz...Look at her horns.

[Kurloz on the other hand wasn't feeling very confident about the possibility of having a grub. trolls were not meant to take care of grubs, let alone someone like him. Kurloz had been born as a ruler of darkness and chaos and has spent most of his life on his own, waiting for his luses to come back. He didn’t know the first thing about caring for a wiggler.]

[But perhaps it's that side that causes him to open his heart a little. If what the note said was true, then they where this wrigglers only hope of survival and her only guardians. Even though he was practically abandoned his goat dad still came back once in a while to help him out, he wasn’t about to abandon the little thing. And besides, it might be fun having a little troll to play with.]

[The purple blood tilts his head and watches closely as she pulls the grub from the basket, taking it from her so she can focus on the child in her arms. Huh, he supposes a cerulean made sense if this was really their child. He can't help but smile a little as the baby snuggled up into the female troll, they looked so perfect together, right even. But he wasn’t about to say anything because that might be a connotation that Porrim was made for the caverns and blah blah blah, he tried to avoid anything that sparked her feminist side. ]

[He blinks, so she is a girl, and looks moves over to get a better look. His eyes light up at the horns, a perfect combination of his swirling rack with small, sharp hooked ends like Porrim’s. But he also noticed the grub’s hair which was long and slightly messy due to having inherited the Makara waves and random curls. But combined with the Maryam’s control it looked less messy and more of a fashion statement.]

[Gently, she pets the wiggler's long, wild hair, smiling widely for no reason other than it feels good to do this again. As much as she had originally shunned the roles set for her by Beforan society, she had that maternal instinct shared by all jade-bloods. And when she'd helped to hatch wigglers and prepare them to be matched with a lusus, it had made her pretty happy. Kurloz might not know anything about raising a wiggler, but she had at least some experience. And, well, they were already a pretty un-traditional unit as far as trolls went, more like casual human mates than anything. Why not break all the rules?

But then, she doesn't really know how Kurloz feels about all of this, or if he even wants to be involved. So she looks up at him, questioning.]

What do you think?

[He didn't dare touch the young thing, far too weary of possibly crushing it by accident, or dropping it, or just not doing it right. Kurloz didn't want to hurt it, after all, this child was there's and therefore was treated in a much higher regard to the purple blood then the others strewn about the dream bubbles. Honestly he didn't understand why they were there anyway; he supposed it might have something to do with Porrim's memories though.]

[Yes, breaking all the rules sounded good to him. If only he could see Horrus's face right now, or in fact any blue bloods. They would be freaking out if they knew what Kurloz was about to gesture.]

[At first he doesn't know what to say, to nod, and to try sign language? In the end he decides to just pull up the "I love you" sign, and smile, because really there was no right word to spell out right now. He doubted he would make a good father, or even a caretaker, but with Porrim they might be able to do this. And he’ll try his best to help out, and learn from the other. He wanted to be a part of this child’s life, and even give her a far superior one, because instead of just having one she’ll have two and she’ll never have to feel alone.]

[She beams up at him when she catches the sign he makes, and reaches up on tiptoe to kiss one painted cheek. He surprises her, sometimes, her indigo blood. She bends to plant a kiss between their grub's little horns, noting that she smells sweet and clean. She murmurs into her hair, keeping her eyes on Kurloz.]

I love you, too.

[She's relieved that he seems to be taking it well. To be honest, she's sort of thrilled; despite her initial resistance to her motherly instincts, here is a way she can embrace them instead.]

She's so beautiful.

[He smiles at the kiss and then moves so that he can wrap his arms around her waist, continuing to watch her and the child over her shoulder. For a while he just stays there, a million thoughts running through his mind and a million things he'll need to remember to think up later.]

[She seems so happy, which in turn made him happy. But as per usual when he starts to think, questions come to mind. He bends over and kisses her neck, moving away a bit so that he can freely move one of his hands and write down her arm "name?" along her skin.]

[He’ll leave it up to her; after all, Porrim will be the main luses so it’s only right that she gets to name the wiggler.]

[She purses her lips, studying the grub's sleeping face, the wide eyes closed to conceal what must be cerulean-tinted cornea. Porrim watches him spell out his question along her arm with a gloved finger, and hums.]

She will need a name. But what..?

[This will obviously take some thinking over.]

[He shrugs, resting his chin on her shoulder and also starring down at the child. He hardly even understood how they themselves got their names; let alone where to start in naming with wriggler. Of course it had to stay in the 6 character perimeter as well as a letter that comes up twice. Most Luses's named their child the first thing that they could pronounce. But Troll's had a wide vocabulary...Hmmm]

[She's wracking her brain, trying to come up with something fitting. It's difficult to discern what the wiggler's personality will be, what she'll be like, but she supposes she'll just have to take a chance. Finally, something occurs to her.]

How about...Thelia.

[And just as she says it, the grub stirs, waking up and blinking wide, cerulean eyes up at her parents.]

[He blinks, mulling the name over for a second before hearing the wiggler. He blinks down at it, cerulean meeting indigo. Then he smiles; Thelia that is the name of his daughter, their child. He signs it to the child, combining the word "The" and spelling L.I.A in order to say her name.]

[His smile of approval is met with one of her own; while he signs out the name, she strokes the hair away from Thelia's face gently, laughing as the grubs mouth seeks out one finger and sucks firmly on it.]

She must be hungry. Do we have any grub sauce..?

[Do we have any grub sauce? You're asking him...He doesn't eat much and when he does he just throws whatever into a protein shake, mix it with Faygo, and whalla he has breakfast, lunch, and dinner. But he does unwind himself from around her and goes to try and find some. He goes into the kitchen and opens the fridge, a lot of faygo (including some empty ones) and blood packets but nothing that looks like grub sauce. He stands and puts a finger to his chin, deep in thought.]

[And of course the horror terrors answer him and he can hear a pop as the world materializes some straight from his memory. He picks it up and looks at it for a long moment, wondering if such a thing would even work for their daughter.]

[Still he brings it to Porrim, waiting for further instruction.]

[She doesn't pay much attention to the means he uses to procure the grub sauce, too busy taking the baby over to the couch and making sure she's comfortably wrapped up in her blanket to notice his alternative method of finding it. She looks up and sees it in his hand, nodding toward the silverware drawer.]

Can you put some in a bowl with a spoon, please?

[He nods and does as he's told, still wondering about all this. How the heck can you give life in a dream world, and for that fact how can two dead parents give life in a dream world? But he shakes his head, this is just another miracle, he ought to just accept it. But right now a weird previously dominant portion of his brain is acting up, making him worry. What is she falls asleep and just stops breathing...]

[Was this what it was like being a father? He brings Porrim the bowl and hands her the spoon. Or is he just being ridiculously over protective? He couldn't really tell. He then takes a seat next to her, starring at the wriggler again. Don't stop breathing little one...]

[She shifts Thelia to one arm, using the other hand to take up a spoonful of grub sauce and approach it to her mouth. The grub happily accepts it, slurping noisily until every bit of sauce is gone from the spoon. Porrim smiles down at her, obviously incredibly happy. It didn't make sense, this mystery baby, but she was going to take it for the miracle it obviously was.

...She was spending far too much time with Kurloz.

She holds out the spoon to him.]

Would you like to try?

[And that was a bad thing how? Despite what everybody said about them he loved their relationship and couldn't imagine being anywhere other than besides this beautiful girl.]

[It didn't take long for him to accept this little miracle into their family as well. Heh, wow...they really where a family now, huh? And before he knew it he had the biggest grin on his face just watching the little one eat away. ]

[Once Porrim stopped he brought a finger in to wipe off a little bit of grub sauce that had made its way onto the outside of her mouth.]

[He looks up at her, eyes wide and expression clearly shocked. What? Really? Me? But...He glances down at the baby girl again and then takes the spoon. Scooping out a bit of grub sauce and being as careful as possible as he tries to mimic what Porrim had been doing earlier.]

[Porrim watches Kurloz's face light up and gets a warm swelling sort of feeling in her pump-biscuit. It was sort of funny; they had both chosen to shun traditional Beforan relationships for something more like a human one, and now this. She definitely wasn't complaining, though. They made it work for them.

She makes a pleased sort of humming noise, watching him clean off the grub's mouth and then go ahead and try his hand at feeding her. Surprisingly, he's pretty alright at it, and she nods her head at him in approval. Silent communication is something she's gotten better at since they met.]

[He catches the nod of approval and smiles, glad he's not royally screwing it up, for both his sake and the kids. The kids may end up with food on her cheek, but if he hurts her he'd just die, both through guilt and possible retribution from the mother. He saw how the Dolorosa reacted to the weird human; he doesn't want to be the one being hissed at.]

[Kurloz kept going until the child stopped taking the grub sauce, satisfied. He didn't mind the silent communication, it helped her understand him, but he preferred it when she talked. He loved to listen to her, no matter what it was she was saying. And yes, he knew he could always teach her sign language but even that wasn't his preferred way to communicate. That was more a thing between him and Meulin, with everyone else he spoke through silent communication or written word. But he had begun to teach her the basics.]

[Porrim holds the grub while Kurloz finishes feeding her, and when he's done, their little girl doesn't waste any time in drifting back to sleep. Porrim rises, rocking the baby gently in her arms, and looks back at Kurloz over her shoulder.]

See? You're a natural.

[He gave Porrim a look that said "yeah sure, when oink beasts fly". A natural he was not, she on the other hand was perfect at it. He swears if he just touched the kid she's probably start crying. Though he thinks it would be more out of fear, the truth of the matter is it would most likely be from his ice cold skin.]

[Though cerulean and indigo where closer then Jade, so it's hard to say. He moves with her wondering where she was headed to now.]

[She catches that look, and laughs.] Or, well, near enough to one.

[She carries the sleeping Thelia towards their respiteblock, feeling like she should put her to bed somehow. Porrim sets her down in her own pile while she rummages for materials to make a new, smaller one.]

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