This item is NOT actually for sale, but I thought I’d share the photo anyway as an example of the kind of custom work I’m willing/able to do.
I made these for myself after mainlining due South over the course of a month. I wanted something to represent the series at a glance (to anyone in the know, at least), and what better symbols than Diefenbaker and Fraser’s iconic Mountie/Ranger hat, with a splash of bright red to drive the point home? ;-) Unfortunately, the price of the individual pieces means making them available for general sale is cost prohibitive. :-/
(I AM willing to do them as a custom order, as long as the customer in question realizes that the cost will probably be a lot more than it looks like at first glance it should be.)
If you like these earrings, check out my other designs at my Etsy shop:
lookturtles: Would you write a fic about Dief and RayK’s turtle being buddies?
I somehow lost your initial ask, but here’s the fic response. Thanks for the prompt!
~800 words; not the best thing I’ve ever written but it’s done.
Turtle liked Diefenbaker. He was big, loud, and hairy, but other than that not so bad.
“Roof.” Diefenbaker said. Turtle didn’t say anything. Turtles didn’t make noises, as far as Turtle knew.
“Now, you mustn’t take that attitude, Diefenbaker.” Fraser chastised, leaning down so that Dief could read his lips. “You’ll be perfectly fine in Ray’s apartment for the day.”
“Ruff.” Dief said petulantly.
“Well, yes, I’m fine with you accompanying us on this case, but as I said before, the only witness is quite scared of dogs. Yes, I know that you’re half wolf, but that information isn’t exactly comforting to our witness.”
“Rrrr.” Dief acquiesced, settling down on the floor and pointedly looking away from Fraser.
“Very well.” Fraser said in that tone that said he was Disappointed in someone. “I’ll be back shortly. Please try to behave while I’m away.”
Ray entered the room, all energy and motion as usual, his arms swinging and the rest of him practically vibrating. “Ready to go Frase? Told the wolf not to eat my turtle yet?”
“Don’t be silly, Ray.” Fraser said. He straightened up from where he had crouched while he talked to Dief. “Diefenbaker would much prefer a donut to your turtle, I’m afraid.” He looked disapprovingly at Dief, as he often did when he was talking about the half-wolf’s hunting habits. Dief whined and closed his eyes to drive home the point that he wasn’t paying any attention to the Mountie.
“Yeah, okay.” Ray said. “Ready to go?” He led Fraser out the door in front of him, ushering him forwards. Once Fraser was out of sight Ray quickly knelt down, pulling something that was wrapped up in white paper from his inside pocket. Dief looked at the wrapped thing with interest.
“Consider this a bribe.” Ray said seriously, looking Dief in the eyes. “I give you this, you don’t eat the turtle. Deal?”
“Roof!” Dief agreed enthusiastically.
“Greatness.” Ray said, unwrapping the object. “Pleasure doing business with you, Diefenbaker.” He shook Dief’s paw, then set the unwrapped item on the floor. It was a sprinkle donut, and Dief had it scarfed down before Ray had both feet out the door.
The door shut with a click, leaving Dief and Turtle alone in the apartment.
“Boof.” Dief said in the direction of Turtle’s enclosure. Turtle chewed on a bit of lettuce, and Dief panted at Turtle happily. The television set was just across from Turtle’s enclosure, and Dief nosed it on.
Baseball. Turtle didn’t mind watching baseball, but Dief didn’t like it, so they rarely watched it unless there was nothing else on. Dief switched channels until he found one that was showing an old game of curling. He looked back at Turtle for approval. Turtle chewed the piece of lettuce approvingly, and Dief settled down in front of the set to watch the game.
Turtle didn’t completely understand the rules of the game, but as long as Dief liked it, curling was a fine sport to watch. Better than staring at Ray’s walls all day.
“Sweeeeeeep!” An announcer over the TV cheered, and Diefenbaker howled along with them. Ray would probably be getting noise complaints again.
They watched like this for a while, until the shadows started to get long on the walls and the programming switched to a sitcom with an annoying laugh track. Turtle started wondering when the next feeding would be.
Dief cocked his head, ears going straight up, and he suddenly stood and switched the television off again. Turtle saw why a second later when Ray walked in, followed by Fraser. Both were dripping wet and covered in what looked like several different types of glitter.
Dief sniffed Fraser’s hand and sneezed. A cloud of glitter took to the air.
Ray glared at Fraser. “This never would have happened to me if I had never met you.”
Fraser peeled himself out of his red serge, hanging it carefully on the hook by the door that Ray had put up just for him. Glittery water dripped to the ground below the hook. “Well, at least we caught the smugglers. And the kidnappers.”
“At least.” Ray grumbled.
“Ruff.” Dief said.
“Yeah, laugh it up, fuzzball. You didn’t eat my turtle, did you?” Ray peered into Turtle’s enclosure, looking satisfied when he saw Turtle watching him impassively.
“Boof.” Dief sounded offended.
Ray ran a hand through his spiky hair. It came up glittery. He groaned. “I gotta take a shower.”
“Of course, Ray.” Fraser said. There was glitter in his hair, too.
Dief panted. It sounded an awful lot like he was laughing at them.
“What do you know?” Ray asked. “You’re a wolf. What do you even do all day?”
Turtle retreated back into its shell. Neither would ever tell.
4. sleeping (shh.. pls be quiet while i demonstrate this part of my resume)
5. pondering the scope of my existence in the universe
[ID: Five photos of a coyote showing it, respectively, running through a snowy field, sticking its head into a dirt hole, carrying a large branch, sleeping, and sitting in the snow against a flat expanse. End ID.]
