To whom it may concern

Marshall Teller walked the narrow aisles of Noel's Knick-Knack-Bric-a-Brac Emporium, towering display cases bursting with merchandise looming over him, the floor space cluttered still further with those things too heavy or too oddly shaped to fit on the shelves.

He stopped to consider a winding pathway lined either side with old-fashioned paintings in heavy gilt frames, men in stiff collars and tight breeches, women in flowing diaphanous gowns, all of them holding familiar-looking rubber kitchenware in bright anachronistic colours.

"Huh," he said. "I guess now we know where the ForeverWare ladies get their artwork from."

"It's very cool," said Simon.

Ongoing Verse: Trusted Associates Inc

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It's St. Patrick's Day, a day to wear green or risk being punched by leprechauns drunk off dyed Guinness with a shamrock pattern on the head. Celebrate alcoholism and violence with some appropiately themed fanworks!

Noel's Knick-Knack Bric-a-Brac Emporium was rammed. Even across the street, Marshall could see the writhing mass of bodies squeezed between rows of second-hand furniture piled high with third-hand books.

"He must have gotten his hands on something good," Simon commented.

Dash scoffed.

"Or he's using fairy glamours to make people think he's got something good," he said. "Good luck to those suckers trying to get a refund on the Queen Anne Chandelier that turns to leaves the next morning."

Marshall looked at him.

"You've thought about doing that, haven't you?" he said accusingly.

"'Course," said Dash, unfazed by his tone.

Ongoing Verse: Microwave

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Ongoing Verse: Leprechaun

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The spirit she'd captured in the brandy bottle was singing sea shanties again.

Marisea was almost certain it hadn't lived a life on the open waves before it wound up haunting a grandfather clock in a junk store run by leprechauns, but that hadn't stopped it manifesting in a blue and white striped shirt, a red neckerchief and a costume shop-level "Sea Captain Hat" the moment she'd brought it home.

"It wasn't even a rum bottle," she complained over the noise. "At least then it would be thematically appropriate!"

"Threaten to beat it with the cat-o-nine-tails," suggested Andrea. "Keel-hauling. Scurvy?"

Ongoing Verse: Andrea/Marisea

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Ongoing Verse: Leprechaun

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Probably in the window of Noel's Knick-Knack Bric-a-Brac Emporium.



Ongoing Verse: Leprechaun

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It's St. Patrick's Day, a day to wear green or risk being punched by leprechauns drunk off dyed Guinness with a shamrock pattern on the head. Celebrate alcoholism and violence with some appropiately themed fanworks!

Inspired by deifire's never-not-funny fanfic, Glitter Bomb.





Dash X Funko POP custom by JaDisArt. Inspiration by deifire (sorry, that phrasing sounds like a shitty celeb perfume). Crappy photo by me. Glitter provided by my jackass brother, Johnny if you're reading this you're not funny and I'm going to get you.

It's St. Patrick's Day, a day to wear green or risk being punched by leprechauns drunk off dyed Guinness with a shamrock pattern on the head. Celebrate alcoholism and violence with some appropiately themed fanworks!

The mechanic pushed his greasy ball cap further back on his head and scratched at his hair with oil-smeared fingers. A smudge of glistening black spread from his eyebrow to his hairline.

“Yup,” he said. “That’s a ghost-shark bite alright. See the ectoplasm burns around the edges?” He traced the charred and jagged line of the roughly circular hole in Marshall’s driver side door as he spoke.

Marshal’s lips thinned, his expression remarkably similar to the one his mother wore when a Things Incorporated experiment took up residence in her linen closet.

“Really,” he said, his voice carefully devoid of inflection. “Ghost-sharks, you say. The same ghost-sharks that can only be found in the drained reservoir north of town.” He turned to Dash. “The reservoir I explicitly said not to drive my car in, specifically due to the presence of spectral fish with too many teeth.”

“Maybe I was trying to save a kindergarten class that was picnicking in the bottom of the basin,” said Dash. “Maybe you shouldn’t always assume the worst of me.”

“Maybe I would believe that,” said Marshall. “Except that my car was fine yesterday morning, and last night there was leprechaun drag racing out there.”

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Written for Day 12 of the 31_days October challenge. Today's prompt was "did you know...?"

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Takes place after Consequences and Microwave but before Basic Household Maintenance.

Written for this week's Sunday Challenge prompt, Takeout.

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