betterthanaplan: (all my shirts look like this)
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Duke had promised Lucifer he'd build them a cabana on the beach. Duke had renovated the Cape Rouge on his own, and had no doubts of his ability to build something that didn't even have to float.

Duke was learning that boat interiors and land exteriors did not actually share all that much in common.

Currently, he was looking concerned at the pile of lumber he'd ordered. He had tools and hardware, he had wood, he just didn't have any idea how to put them together just yet.

"C'mon, YouTube," he said, staring at his phone. "Help me out here."

[for the two who are here with him, if they wanna]

Outside MCA #-4, Monday Morning

Mar. 16th, 2026 08:16 am
weirderthanthou: (jesse - browsing files)
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Someone had been doing some routine check-up in the records department - it was in the basement, it qualified as a department - and someone had found out that someone else may not have shared some crucial information about dates.

Specifically, his birthday.

If only I'd checked a week earlier, I could've made it in time.

Still. The best time to do this might have been last week, but the second-best time was now. And so Jesse showed up on Bucky's doorstep with a gift-wrapped package under a shoulder and a strawberry plant in a little pot with artificial light in her other hand.

She knocked.

[[ for that guy ]]

Thuringia, Germany - Friday Evening

Mar. 13th, 2026 06:59 pm
imafuturist: (smile)
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So, the fifth wedding anniversary gift was wood. And Tony was Tony, so that was a bit of a struggle for him. That was, until he got an idea. Yes, the sort of idea that would have Pepper popping some antacids, but still.

They had the chalet and that was all well and good, but this was a special occasion!

So, he bought a castle.

For Steve. Without warning him ahead of time as he swept Steve off island to celebrate their big day with promises of a surprise.

"They did mention that we could dig a moat if we really wanted the castle vibes."

Sorry, Steve.

[for the husband]
okteiviakom: ([pos] oof)
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Walks remained an important part of Octavia's daily private island routine. But this morning it was a little... different.

Because Lucifer was with her. And he was not a woods person, so that made the moment a little more special. (Also meant there was unlikely to be any tree hugging. And that Octavia was more likely to keep to the actual paths.)

"You good so far?" she asked, once they'd made it out far enough that the woods had fully enveloped them.

[ooc: NFB due to distance, and for the other guy, this time.]

Hilton Hawaiian Village, Honolulu

Mar. 8th, 2026 05:29 pm
grenadesandohana: (pos: shaka)
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"C'mon, let's get a burger," Steve wheedled as he and Danny walked through the enormous pool complex at the Hilton.

Steve never wanted to get a burger at the Hilton. He was on a mission looking for a particular lifeguard.

63 Serenity Place- Sunday evening

Mar. 8th, 2026 10:02 am
thatwaslucky: (relatively chill)
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Rey had taken Juliet and Christopher home this weekend. It gave Anakin a break, and it gave her some opportunity to show them the galaxy, specifically Jedi-related parts of the galaxy. And to teach them some things. She felt like she didn't suck at teaching as much these days? Or maybe she just really didn't want to screw up her Master's kids and was trying harder.

She reached out to let Anakin know when they were back and headed to his house (as if he couldn't tell through the Force) and walked the kids up to the front door.


[For the owner of the house and children.]
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It was a balmy 20 degrees celsius out here in the tail end of the Chilean summer, and Lucifer, for his part, was making the best of it. He had dragged a nice lounge chair out to the beach as soon as the temperatures started to pick up, as well as a large bottle of wine.

And now he was there, on the beach, absolutely starkers, sipping his wine. The anxieties of the past month forgotten.

Watching the surf, his portable radio spitting Sinatra.

Heaven had nothing on it.

[[ open for them who are there ]]
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