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[tommydarlings]

Isn’t it funny? | c.s

pairing: mean!dom!carlos x sub!reader

warnings: smut, chocking, spitting, orgasm denial, dacryphilia

w/c: 1k

summary: Carlos doesn’t find it so funny when your laughing while he’s trying to talk some sense into you, so he decides to fuck you until you can’t laugh anymore.

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You knew that Carlos was the jealous type of guy, you knew that literally the fact that your looking at another man makes him a bit jealous, doesn’t matter if it’s some random stranger or his teammate Charles, he got jealous.

But you also always tried to explain it to him. How your his, how your his girlfriend to love and his women to do whatever he wants with in bed, completely his. But Carlos was never really the type to understand something like that.

“Yes, your right baby-”

“Don’t fucking baby me now y/n.”

You sighed and looked at him before he threw his black blazer off and put it harshly over the wooden chair in the kitchen you two were currently in.

“Yes, your right Carlos, I did had a conversation with this man while you were grabbing some drink for all of us, but I didn’t flirt with him-”

Your fiancé laughed quietly as he fixed his hair before he spoke up,

“You were looking at him like you wanna drop on your knees infront of him right now while everyone is watching!” He raised his voice a bit after he muttered a quick 'mierda' shit under his breath.

You shook your head with a tiny little grin before you quickly rubbed it of off your face, desperately hoping Carlos didn’t catch it. And now guess what he did. He caught it.

“Oh so you think it’s funny, huh?” he stated immediately after noticing your funny facial expression. “So fucking funny to flirt with other man while your having a ring on your finger, isn’t it?”

You couldn’t collect the strength to look up at him so you just looked down onto the floor while fiddling with your fingers before you noticed how he was suddenly staring infront of you. “¿Qué tal si muestro lo que es realmente gracioso, eh?” How about I show you what’s really funny, huh?

You quickly swallowed as you felt his hand brushing a piece of hair behind your ear with a smile on his face, looking totally sane and not like he was thinking about something unholy at all.

— — —

“What did you do?” Carlos asked you with heavy breathing before he wrapped his hand around you throat and applied a bit of pressure as he looked into your eyes. Carlos didn’t stop hammering his hips into yours. His dick moving in and out of your wet pussy with a fast pace while he was holding your one leg away so it was impossible for you to close your legs.

You shook your head with a groan while you were tightly grabbing the bedsheets as you closed your eyes and threw your head back, feeling your orgasm coming closer. You moaned at the sight of Carlos head being tilted down with squeezing his eyes, whispering a quick 'joder' fuck under his breath.

With a tight grip on your neck and ankle, Carlos spoke up again,

“Answer me when I ask you a question zorra.” slut

You moaned and quickly grabbed his wrist that was tightly holding your head in place before you finally were able to mutter some words,

“I-I flirted w-with him Carlos p-please, I’m s-so sorry.” You begged desperately while you were a whining mess. Your fiancé slowly leaned forward and whispered into your ear before he gently kissed your temple, doing all of that while he was still ramming his hard cock into your drenched cunt,

“Es una buena chica.” That’s a good girl

“Carlos, I-I'm gonna-”

“I know cariño, let it all go, c'mon.”

You could have cried happy tears when you heard these words out of his mouth, but these happy tears were quickly transformed into tears out of pure disappointment and sadness. Because right after Carlos said that, he pulled out and jerked himself off before he came with a loud and very visible moan all over your stomach and chest, the hand that was just applying pressure to your throat was now quickly covering your mouth.

Your fiancé threw his head back in pure pleasure and flexed his sweaty abs a bit, his other hand that wasn’t muting your whines, cries, screams and begs a bit was still holding your ankle and pushing your leg to the side so you couldn’t close them and he could have all the space he wanted to cover you in his cum.

You shortly glanced up at him with teary eyes and a desperate and pleading gaze as your noises were getting a bit quieter. Carlos slowly retreated his palm from your mouth and looked in your eyes with a smirk on his face.

“You seriously thought that I was going to let you cum after your 'oh so funny' stunt tonight? How funny you are cariño, so funny.” He told you with a laugh while you looked down in embarrassment before tilted his head down towards your soaked cunt and spread both your legs as he slowly let a trail of spit drop down onto your sensitive clit.

“So pathetic, so naïve.” He said before he spread the spit that was now on your clit around you pussy lips, focusing on how your reacting to it, looking up at your facial expressions before looking down again and concentrating on spreading all the spit.

After that he tapped your wet clit a couple of times with his fingertips while smiling about it.

“Awww, is she so sensitive, hmm?” You hips were lifting off of the mattress, it’s like your pussy was begging for me but the entire rest of your body was begging him to stop. “Qué mono.” so cute

He laughed and laughed and laughed about the the fact that you were crying and whispering tiny stops and I can’t anymore but you cunt was aching the feeling of his fingers.

Carlos leaned forward and quickly kissed one of the tears away before he caught your mouth in a heating kiss while his fingers didn’t stop the assault on your pussy. After biting your bottom lip, Carlos got closer to your ear and whispered,

“It’s funny, it’s it?, how you were teasing me in the club with this other man, desperately wanting to get fucked right there and now your begging me to stop with tears streaming down your face.”

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[buzzkillchainsaw]

⚠️ addiction, child abuse/neglect, death

Takumi Hoga was twelve years old when he first entered the ring. What else was he to do, really? He had just found out that he would be held back another grade again. Usually kids like him would hear the same old "You're not stupid, you're just lazy" speech over and over again, but not Takumi. He knew what the teachers thought of him. The current ones, that is. The teachers at the last two schools he was expelled from were probably relieved to never waste another thought on him again, after what he did. Bit a child here, broke a bone there. Bruises. Bloody noses. "Beast types", teachers would sneer whenever Takumi caused another "incident". Other than that, nobody paid much attention to him, even in class. You see, Takumi was born with abnormally large and abnormally many teeth very similar to a shark's. Whenever he opened his mouth to say something, teachers and students alike would cringe at his impeded speech, the latter even making fun of it in front of the former. So Takumi just stopped speaking altogether. His grades steadily worsened. His job prospects looked bleaker and bleaker each year. His parents didn't care. His mother was busy with drugs and whatever affair she had going on currently and his father often left for "work" for days at a time, leaving his son to fend for himself more often than not. There was nothing in his life that could've prevented Takumi from entering the ring.

On that fateful day after school Takumi was prowling the streets, homework and upcoming tests being the last thing on his mind. Some kid, a few years older than him, approached him. A fellow "beast", with sharp teeth and blue scales on his skin. He was wearing a cool leather jacket and expensive sunglasses. Takumi liked them.

"Hey, buddy. You look bored.", the guy said.

Takumi nodded. He was bored.

"I know a place where kids like us can have fun and earn cash on the side. Interested?"

"Like a job?", Takumi asked.

"Yeah, but more fun.", the guy answered.

Takumi was unsure. His teacher had told him that he'd never have a good job with his lousy grades and long attack record. "No respectable company will want to hire a beast like you.", she said. So how come this guy now wanted him for a job? And a "fun" one, at that?

"What do I have to do?", Takumi asked.

Everything moved quickly after that. The guy introduced him to "the boss", a man in his thirties who loved expensive food and loud cars. He even let Takumi sit on the passenger seat and choose the music they listened to on their drive to the ring. When they arrived, Takumi was handed a simple white shirt and shorts which reminded him of the clothes he had to wear in gym class. "Now all you gotta do", the boss said, "is beat up this guy over there." Another beast was in the ring, not much older than Takumi. He waved towards the excited crowd beyond the cage that surrounded the ring.

"Beat him up?", Takumi asked, "I'm allowed to do that?"

"Yeah. Beat him, scratch him, bite him, do whatever you want until he taps out or you hear the alarm."

"What if I have to tap out first?", Takumi asked. The boss grinned and handed him a tiny plastic bag with some powder inside. "I don't think you will." 

The guy from before didn't lie: This was fun. Takumi didn't even break a sweat during his first fight, knocking the guy out cold. The second fight was against an older girl who transformed into a wolf, Takumi grabbed her nape with his teeth and shook her until she tapped out. At the end of the evening the boss gave him his payment and drove him back. He handed the boy a phone and said he'd text him if he had another fight for him lined up. Takumi stuffed the phone and the money in his pockets and went to buy himself a leather jacket and sunglasses.

Takumi Hoga was thirteen years old when he adopted the stage name "Armageddon". The boss had turned him into a rising star in the local business. Bets were made on whether Armageddon won or lost the fight and the boss always gave him a cut of the winnings which Takumi would spend on food, video games and clothes. Sponsors would sometimes pay him directly to write messages and contact details on his white shirt in permanent marker, displaying them in the ring for all to see. After the fight, the boss would get him cleaned up and drive him home. Takumi then spent the next day eagerly awaiting a message from the boss. On nights without fights Takumi felt horrible, writhing around in his bed, sweating bullets and sometimes even throwing up. But as soon as a new fight came up and Takumi got his hands on that powder the boss always gave him beforehand, the world was alright again. He felt light but focused at the same time, fearless, excited and full of energy. He had finally found something he was good at. And he loved doing it.

Takumi Hoga was fourteen years old when he almost died in the ring. The boss didn’t tell him beforehand that the reptile-looking beast he was about to fight had venom. Armageddon knocked out his opponent, but then sunk to the floor, foaming at the mouth, breathing raspily. “This wouldn’t have happened if you just killed the fucker before he bit you”, the boss hissed into his ear. After some back and forth the manager of the reptile guy decided to hand over some antivenom. Even with that, Takumi felt horrible for days afterwards, unable to move the bitten arm. But when the boss texted him again the week after, he jumped at the opportunity to get back in the ring.

Takumi Hoga was fifteen years old when he fought his first adult opponent in the ring. He was hesitant, but the boss said that nobody wanted to pay to see Armageddon wipe the floor with boring ol' kids who couldn't even fight back. "There's just no money in it", the boss said, "and you wanna keep making money, don't you?" When Armageddon entered the ring, he saw a young man in front of him. Some kind of fish beast with claws and glowing spots on his skin. "Please", the man whispered, "I have debts. I need to get out of here. Please just forfeit, I need the money. I really need it." Armageddon shook his head. "Please", the man said, "Don't hurt me." Armageddon was fifteen years old when he took his first life in the ring.

Armageddon was sixteen years old when he first tried to leave the business. He kept having nightmares about the man he killed and the side effects of the powder started getting to him. But he craved it more and more and that tiny little packet the boss always gave him just didn't cut it anymore. He would've just bought himself more if he knew what it was. The boss wouldn't tell him. So one day, Armageddon stopped answering texts from the boss. He prowled the streets instead, picking fights, doing anything to distract from the withdrawal symptoms plaguing him. Eventually, he collapsed on the street and woke up again in the hospital. Police were called, his parents were called, social services were called. Lots of big words were thrown around that he didn't understand. Negligence. Addiction. Custody. Takumi Hoga was sixteen years old when he was removed from his parents and placed in temporary care with social services. But he didn't stay there very long. They wanted him to go to rehab, anger management classes, school. They took his phone and his hard earned money and placed him on a strict schedule with an early curfew. And Takumi tried. He really did. But he just couldn't live the life everyone else was expecting of him. Takumi Hoga was sixteen years old when he escaped back to the only life he knew how to live well.

Armageddon was seventeen years old when he fought “Razortooth”, a masked volunteer from the crowd. It was a rare occasion. Usually the boss decided who would fight him and the fights would be advertised in the business days in advance. Sometimes the book would drive him to private fights in some rich guy’s basement where Armageddon would fight and kill exotic animals, other beast-types or just random people who probably wronged that rich guy somehow. But tonight was open cage night in the ring, so whichever brave soul thought they could kick Armageddon’s ass was allowed to. Razortooth was a green-skinned beast wearing a short-sleeved hoodie and a ski mask. Armageddon immediately noticed that she fought wildly different from what he was used to. When you spend a lot of time in the ring, you tend to adopt a certain style. Flashy. Violent. Ruthless. But Razortooth didn’t seem to be here for the show. She dodged a left hook and rushed him, wrapping an arm around his neck.

“Hey”, she whispered into his ear as he struggled to get free.

“Hey”, he whispered back. He then punched her in the back, but the angle was weird, so it didn’t hit as hard.

“You want out?”, she whispered and shifted her weight, letting him stumble backwards towards her leg and kicking him in the back of his knee.

“I can’t”, he whispered back.

“He’s got you on Flick? That powder?”

“Yeah. Powder.”

“Alright. Sink to the floor and punch me in the kidney.”, she whispered.

“Why?”

“I’ll slip you my number and then I’ll forfeit.”

“Why?”

“I wanna help you get out.”

So Armageddon sank to the floor, then used her lowered defense to punch her. He then grabbed her and pushed her against the cage wall. Her arms flew up and he noticed something brushing against the pockets of his shorts. Razortooth forfeited.

Takumi Hoga was eighteen years old when he joined the Purpose Program. It was a long back and forth with Hitomi, the beast who had fought him in the ring under the name “Razortooth”. He thought about calling her for weeks after the fight, but something always came up. When he finally did, he didn’t expect her to be actually serious about helping him. But she was. They met up in secret and just talked for a bit. 

“Are you a cop?”, he asked. 

“No.”, she said, “Cops won’t help much in a situation like this.” Takumi nodded. 

It felt great to talk about all this to someone. Hitomi never judged him, even when he talked about how he enjoyed hurting people in the ring. Or when he told her how he once woke up almost choking on his own vomit the night after a big fight (and big dosage of Flick). She showed him where to get Flick so he wasn’t dependent on the boss for it anymore. But she also told him what the drug actually did to his body, how he was cutting his life short if he continued consuming it. Takumi didn’t wanna die. But he also didn’t know what to do with his life if it wasn’t in the ring. Hitomi then offered to go get him tested, no strings attached. Takumi remembered how he did get tested once in elementary school, but not much was revealed there besides “big teeth” and “stronger than his peers”. The tests of the Purpose Program were different, though. It really felt like the scientists were interested in him, in what he could do. Apparently he was able to breathe underwater all this time, it just required a little surgery to open the gills in his neck. The first time he dove into the pool at the research center was heavenly, it was like he had discovered a piece of himself that was always hidden away from him. He was also strong, which he already knew, and had a lot of endurance. And the cherry on top was his excellent sense of smell underwater. He could locate a drop of blood on the other side of the pool while blindfolded. 

“Water rescue” was the verdict. A job. For him. 

He didn’t take it. He was scared. He relapsed multiple times, going back to the ring on nights where his mind just wouldn’t stop racing. But instead of the boss, it was Hitomi who picked him up. “Recovery isn’t linear”, she’d say. “But if you wanna enter the program, you gotta commit, Takumi.”

“I don’t wanna be Takumi anymore.”, he said, “But I also don’t wanna be Armageddon.”

“So who do you wanna be?”, she asked.

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[chicken-wayng]

No Strings Attached

I do not own 911, obviously.

Current Word Count: 7, 086 (or around 26 pages)

Track#1: Bi, Bi Bi

It starts like it's going to be a normal night. Buck is on his way over, Chris is setting up their usual spot on the couch, and Eddie has just finished up burgers for their dinner. Then Eddie's phone pings with a message alert that changes the evening:

Would it be alright if Tommy joined us? Sorry it's such late notice but he’s got tonight off and…

Eddie doesn't read the rest of the message. His heart feels weird and he suddenly feels a little hot. It's not like the panic attack he'd experienced when he was afraid Ana and he were moving too fast, but it definitely is as uncomfortable. It feels like everything sturdy was pulled out from beneath him; which was a statement in itself from a man in his field of work. His ears ring as he types out a short response of consent.

Why does he feel so weird about Tommy coming over? Tommy has visited before and had dinner with Chris, but adding Tommy to family nights felt different in a way Eddie couldn't properly word. It felt entirely unreasonable how his entire being suddenly rejected Tommy's presence… And lately even Buck's. Ever since he'd announced his newest paramour, it seemed all Eddie heard about. Tommy likes this Star Wars themed coffee place near the 118, Tommy likes dark chocolate over milk chocolate, Tommy likes scary movies, Tommy likes video games, Tommy likes Buck and Eddie feels sick every time he thinks about it. Just the thought of it is horrible and it only makes Eddie feel worse. It's a vicious cycle of destruction he can’t stop himself from participating in.

A knock at the door interrupts his circling for now, but it's the subject of his thoughts knocking so it's like ice on a burn; a temporary fix with lasting damage. Chris lets out a cheer, grabbing his crutches and making his way towards the door. Eddie makes it after the excited boy, just in time to see Chris throw the door open and yell, “Buck!”

Eddie motions for Chris to step back and tells him to go make sure the living room is picked up while he gets the guests settled.

Buck is dressed in a pair of well fitting jeans and a purple sweater that hugs his body comfortably. A bit of his collarbone peaks out of the neck and it’s tight enough that Eddie can trace it without use of imagination, as it elegantly rises and falls with his broad shoulders. It’s a thin, dark purple sweater that brings out the blue of his eyes and the blonde highlights of his curls.

Tommy clears his throat, as if politely reminding the two he’s there, before stepping up behind Buck and holding up a bag of sour patch kids in his right hand. Eddie’s happy Tommy thought of Chris, but his attention narrows in on the left hand on Buck’s hip and suddenly he feels angry. Tommy smiles pleasantly as he says, “We brought a treat for the little dude and,” using that offending left hand he motions to a case of beer Eddie hadn’t had the time to notice in Buck’s hands. “some for us.”

It is a petty side of Eddie that makes him channel his father as he says, “Oh that’s so nice of you man, but it’s just that it's late and I don’t want Chris to have too much sugar before bed. Also I don’t think I want to drink, you can if you want I just don’t really need it to have a good time.”

Buck looks crestfallen and Tommy looks… odd but Eddie is saved from having to explain his attitude as Chris saunters back into the room. A huge cocky smile is on his face as he says, “I beat your score! It was so easy.”

Eddie’s earlier happiness briefly returns as he watches Buck separate himself from Tommy to go check the screen recording Chris had captured, both talking so excitedly it's easy to ignore his current discontentment. Until he has to turn around and entertain it.

“So how was work?” Tommy asks, friendly as ever. Dressed in a casual, pink v-necked sweater and jeans, Tommy looks genuinely comfortable. Eddie had known him well enough to know that while he was content and happy with the current life he’d built for himself, Tommy still had something he had been working through the last time Eddie and he had hung out. It seems that in the few weeks he’d been dating Buck, he'd gotten the metaphorical job done.

“Surprisingly boring,” Eddie says with a laugh, glad to have familiar territory to discuss. After returning the question, Tommy regales him with a tale of his day and Eddie slowly begins to relax. Realizing he hadn’t made a plate for Tommy, he does so as he listens as Tommy’s no-good day finally comes to an end that leaves them both laughing. It’s so easy to like Tommy, he’s such a great guy.

Realizing he’d kind of cornered himself into not drinking (not even his normal one bottle with dinner), Eddie grabs orange juice from the fridge and pours three glasses. Raising an eyebrow, Eddie asks, “Would you like one too?”

“Of course,” Tommy says, the left corner of his mouth quirking up as he leans on the counter. Something about it feels blatant to Eddie, but he’s not sure what it is. It’s too obvious and he’s never been one to guess the glaring plot, even with the number of telenovelas he’s watched. “Please and thank you, sir.”

Eddie jolts for a moment, an unexpected thrill going along his spine and traveling to a place it shouldn't be at a dinner party with his son, best friend, and his best friend’s boyfriend. He recovers quickly, but the damage was done in two ways. Not only does his jumping cause him to overspill, but he knocks over the glass intended for him as well. The orange juice covers the counter and quickly runs towards the floor, luckily Bobby was his cooking teacher and one of his tenants was to have a cooking rag. Eddie was able to sop most of it, but his shirt and jeans would have to be changed.

Tommy grabs the sink rag and uses it to wipe the sticky up, his shoulder bumping Eddie’s in the small space. They work to quickly clean up the mess and with their combined effort it doesn’t take more than two minutes.

Eddie tsks, shaking his head as he says, “I’m sorry man. Boring days get to me. Dinner is done so you don’t need to worry about it but I’ve got to change. Have Buck set you a spot at the table. Tell him the green mats are in the wash so he’ll have to make do with the yellow ones.”

“No problem. Now go before it starts to feel gross,” Tommy responds with a laugh.

Eddie passes Buck and Chris on the couch, who both look up with questioning countenances before noticing the spill down Eddie’s front. Eddie goes to his room, taking off the dirty clothes and going to his attached bathroom to wet a rag. Once he’s acceptably clean, he grabs the first shirt in his closet and quickly pulls on a pair of jeans. Pausing to check himself out in the mirror, he realizes it’s a blue sweater Buck had gotten him for father’s day. It has the word dad (and all related synonyms) all over it, in over a hundred languages, done in different shades of blue and eclectic fonts. Mentally preparing himself to go back, Eddie tells himself, “You haven't done anything wrong yet.”

Although not much of one, the pep talk does its job enough to get him out of his room. Chris and Buck are still on the couch, chatting happily, so Eddie goes back to the kitchen. Tommy has set the table and is now standing there, looking out the window with his arms wrapped around himself.

Now it's Eddie's turn to awkwardly clear his throat in announcement of himself, and he watches how Tommy jolts. The larger man turns to face Eddie, a guilty expression on his face and suddenly Eddie feels like shit. Tommy is his friend, no matter how Eddie's day went he has no right to make him feel so insecure.

“You okay man?” Eddie asks, not wanting to overstep but not wanting to fall short.

Tommy smiles, one so self-deprecating that Eddie recognizes it from the mirror, and says, “Yeah I just got in my own head. I can't stop beating myself up.”

“Don't,” Eddie says sternly, knowing how hypocritical the command is. “You wouldn't treat anyone that way so you don't do it to yourself. Want to share a beer with dinner?”

Tommy nods, grabbing them each one. The weird ice wall that had gone up seems to melt, conversation flows better as Eddie finishes grabbing all the needed condiments.

“...Anyways, it all boils down to human error,” Tommy finishes.

“People,” Eddie sighs as he grabs Chris’s burger, splitting it into four. “You'd think with a computer with all of human knowledge on it, we'd be smarter.” Eddie holds up a finger to halt Tommy before he responds so he can yell, “Boys, dinner! Go wash your hands.” He waits until he hears them scrambling up until he waves for Tommy to continue his thought.

“Oh but why learn when we can watch funny cat videos?” Tommy laughs, a deep rich sound that Eddie thinks fills the room pleasantly. It’s enthralling. “Much more important.” Tommy licks his dry lips to wet them, and Eddie would like to say that’s what drew his attention to them but then he’d be lying.

This close, Eddie can scent Tommy and it’s intoxicating. An alluring mixture of sandalwood, eucalyptus, and Kraken - whatever soap he uses and the deodorant - and most importantly Buck. The lavender and rosemary of the herbal hair products and the bergamont antiperspirant (“Never deodorant, Eddie. Not unless you want to smell me after two hours!”) Buck keeps spares of in Eddie’s bedroom bathroom. Distantly, Eddie notes that they’re both Old Spice guys too but mostly he can’t stop focusing on the fact that Tommy smells like Buck, which must mean the opposite is true. Something about this triggers Eddie’s earlier bad mood and he has to look away or else he just knows Tommy will see it.

As usual, he’s saved by Christopher as the excitable boy exclaims, “Dad please?!”

“Please what?” Eddie laughs, looking up at Buck with an eyebrow raised. The dirty blonde blushes and Eddie has to look away.

“Buck says there’s a new Kung Fu Panda movie out!” Christopher explains with a sigh. Eddie shares another look with Buck, this one much less confusing and clearly saying, ‘Kids, amiright?’

Buck laughs in response, moving towards his seat. Eddie would describe Tommy’s laugh as enthralling, the sound was nice and he would never grow tired of it; but Buck’s laugh was addicting. It felt like the times he went without it were the most miserable parts of his existence. He’d do anything to hear it for the rest of his life.

“Did you catch the game last night?” Tommy asks as he brings their beers over from the counter, taking a seat at the round dinner table, between Christopher and Buck, and across from Eddie.

“The college playoffs?” Eddie confirms as he holds up the mustard and ketchup bottles and in a silent question if Chris wants either. When he was younger he was normally a ketchup only kid, but ever since he'd entered his preteen years Chris liked to have the option.

“What else is on?” Tommy responds playfully.

“Ain't that the truth,” Eddie laughs as he puts the wanted mustard on the four cuts of burger. Eddie passes the bottle to Tommy and for a moment their hands brush and linger for a moment longer than necessary. Eddie brings his hand back with a grunt of apology.

“There was a new David Attenborough ocean documentary last night,” Buck comments, before taking a bite out of his burger.

Chris gasps as he asks, “You watched it without me?”

“No,” Buck laughs. “I watched the game with Tommy. I was making a joke because he implied there was nothing better on.”

“Ohhh,” Chris laughs too and then says. “You and Tommy should stay and watch it with us!”

With this he looks at his dad with such puppy eyes that Eddie only shrugs and responds, “It's up to them but we've gotta work tomorrow so they probably won't wanna, bud.”

And now it's Buck's turn to use his own Labrador eyes as he begs, “Tommy please? I have a set of clothes in my drawer big enough to fit you as pajamas!”

Eddie knows exactly how Tommy feels even before he gives his answer, because he's been there a thousand times for Evan Buckley:

whipped.

Track#2: Bringin' da Noise

Dinner goes pleasantly and soon they're heading for the living room to start Buck and Christopher’s documentary. The two settle into their usual spots, and just as Eddie is about to sit in his he realizes that he can't sit there. Normally Buck is sandwiched between the two Diazes but he'll probably want Tommy to sit next to him. Eddie hangs back and when Tommy stops to give him a questioning look he simply motions to the spot and says, “Currently the best place in the whole house.”

Tommy snorts and takes the seat and soon they're all settled and watching the TV. There's basic conversation between the three, but really they don't talk because Buck and Chris are paying more attention to David Attenborough. It's surprisingly comfortable, almost exactly the same as their normal routine. 

Halfway through, both Tommy and Eddie are out of their beers and Buck’s out of his orange juice. When Eddie goes to stand and grab them a refill, Tommy stops him and says, “Let me. You just relax and I'll be back soon.” 

Eddie thanks him and goes back to watching TV. It isn't until Tommy is coming back ten minutes later with a piece of paper does Eddie realize how long it had taken him to grab the drinks. The source of his stalling is apparent, as he doesn't have the drinks and instead holds up a “contract” Eddie recalls all too well for the drunken night it had been written. 

It was after Shannon had died, and Eddie had needed nothing more than to get drunk with his best friend. Chris was at abuela’s so Eddie wasn't worried about letting his inhibitions go, and let go they did. Unable to recall the exact circumstances, somehow Eddie had gotten into an emotional state wherein he was complaining about being alone forever. Chris was growing up, soon he'd be 18 and then college and Eddie would be left with an empty nest. Equally as drunk, Buck had been reminded of a movie he and Maddie had watched where the main characters agree to get married if they aren't by a certain age. Long story short, they had decided to create a similar contract. Written on one a piece of construction paper for a project of Chris's, in the worst handwriting and so badly misspelled it looked like old English, was written,

I, Edmundo Diaz, of sound mine do hereby declare if by ages, 45 and 40 respetifly, we are unmarried then I will marry Evan Buckley.

It's simple and to the point, written big to take up the paper. Buck had doodled little hearts and flowers to border it and over the years that it had resided in the kitchen it had obtained a few cooking splatters of unidentifiable sorts. A piece of paper that truly should have been thrown away by now, yet Eddie had persistently kept on the fridge regardless of how many girlfriends gave him funny looks over it.

“Did you guys make a Wedding Pact?” Tommy asks, and to hear it from anyone else, especially a man of Tommy's stature and profession, Eddie might have been nervous but from him Eddie feels only a fierce protectiveness that makes no sense. 

“It seemed like a good idea at the time,” Eddie snappily defends them, crossing his arms. 

“Wait,” Buck says, swallowing and halting himself mid-sip of his beer. “You don't think it's a good idea anymore?”

Once again he's channeling his inner Golden Retriever to give Eddie the most pitiful look, one that has him scrambling to explain, “No! Not at all!” Somehow Buck's face falls further and Eddie further says, “Or, not no I don't want to marry you. I definitely do!” Seeing Tommy's joyantly raised eyebrow, Eddie further digs his hole. “Er, I mean I don't not want to marry you when- IF!- if the time comes.”

Tommy laughs, the joy and his eyes taking over his countenance as he says, “Oh my God, you two!” His own laughter cuts him off. 

Eddie's face feels hot and he distracts himself by putting the subtitles on. 

“It's a completely valid contract,” Buck says. “I would pay to have it notarized!”

“I would notarize it for you now,” Tommy responds. “If I had a printer for the finalizing paperwork.”

“Dad has a printer!” Chris helpfully offers. 

“It's notarized in our hearts,” Buck says with a dismissive hand wave. The conversation ends, and they settle into a comfortable silence filled with the narrations of Mr. Attenborough. Eddie feels like something has shifted, even though Tommy just sits down and they go back to watching TV.

Once the credits start rolling, Eddie turns to tell Chris to get started on his night time routine but stops when he sees him passed out with Buck. Both are laying in the same sprawling-fashion, heads thrown back and mouths open, tucked into each other like they couldn't sleep as soundly without the other - and truly they couldn't. Eddie lets the credits roll through and another doc play as he observes his little family.

And then his eyes glance next to him and he realizes he isn't the only one completely enraptured. Tommy has a soft smile and suddenly Eddie feels…

“What time is it?” Tommy asks, his head darting up as he realizes Eddie was staring at him. 

Eddie checks his phone, it's late. “12:46, we should probably get them in bed.”

Eddie stands up, his body aching from a good day's worth of work, so he twists his back to crack it and alleviate some of the pain. 

“I could help you with that really quick,” Tommy says. “I got my masseuses license.”

“Wow, vet, firefighter, pilot, masseuse; you're pretty skilled,” Eddie responds as he thinks over Tommy's offer. It's not like Tommy hasn't given him a rub down before, but it's different this time - he's Eddie's best friend's boyfriend now.

“Don't forget notary and best coffee maker at Jabba the Hutt,” Tommy adds with a laugh. “I like to keep busy.”

“Sounds like it,” Eddie says along with his own chuckle. “Hey if you ever really get bored I've got my hands full here,” Eddie waves his hands at his boys, before his hands return to his aching back.

“Oh I'd love to,” Tommy says energetically. “Anytime you need me let me know. I know it's a bit awkward me suddenly dating your best friend just as we're becoming friends ourselves and all, but I really want to be your friend. I wasn't trying to, like, use you for information on Buck.” Tommy's blue eyes reflect that he's telling a heartfelt truth. 

For an Ex-catholic, Eddie prays a lot. Currently he's praying for a metaphorical bell to save him, but since it's not coming he decides to just ring true. “I know that, and I didn't mean to make you feel like I don't want to be friends… it's just…”

And that's just it. Eddie can't even admit it and understand it himself, there's no way he can say it aloud. Thankfully Tommy takes over and charge, as he leans against the counter to nonchalantly admit, “You know, I thought you and Buck were looking for a third. I didn't realize you two weren't dating until a couple weeks into our friendship and right before he visited me at work.”

Eddie desperately wishes for another beer, just so he has something to distract himself with, but instead he raises and lowers his hands while his mouth gapes open like an idiot. “Shh-Whattt???”

“I mean, I was okay with it,” Tommy shrugs. “But it was a shock to learn you guys weren't-”

“- Tommy? Eddie?” Buck's voice is deep with sleep and he rubs his eyes with curled fists in a way that is both adorable and attractive. “We should put Chris in bed and get there ourselves. We all have work tomorrow.”

“Yeah, of course!” Eddie responds, jumping at the out. “I'll carry Chris to bed if you make sure he has all his school things together?”

Buck hums his consent and they split apart to do their familiar tasks. Eddie tucks their son in bed and by the time he makes it back to the kitchen Buck is already back. And with Tommy. The larger male has him backed up against the counter, panting breathlessly and blushing redder than Eddie has ever had the pleasure to see. Suddenly, it dawns on Eddie that it will be Tommy sharing his bed with Buck tonight and that he'll be the one on the couch.

And he wishes for midnight - even though it's already there. 

Track#3: Makes Me Ill

Eddie's circling turns into a whirling hurricane.

A curse to see Tommy with Buck. It had happened once before he knew they were dating, but now it seemed every time he went out they were on a date. During their shift after the sleepover, all he hears is about how much fun Buck had and how they should do that more often. When he takes Chris to school on their next day off, he decides to drive by Buck's apartment… only to find his visitor’s spot taken up by Tommy’s truck and opts to drive on. During the family dinner Bobby and Athena hold at their place once a month, Eddie overhears their hosts inviting the younger couple to a double date for later in the month. Once Buck had somehow forgotten his phone at home and they'd had to go on a call before he could grab it, when they'd gotten back to the house Tommy had been waiting with it and flowers, telling Buck, “not to forget about his dentist appointment after his shift tomorrow,” with an adoring kiss good-bye.

Tommy was becoming a permanent fixture and the thought of losing his position scared Eddie beyond thought.

It had been two weeks since their sleepover and Eddie had found every excuse to get out of having to endure another one. It wasn't that he couldn't stand Buck or Tommy, he just couldn't stand them together and not… well that's just it. He could tell his avoidance disheartened Buck, yet the alternative was something beyond words and incomprehensible. It was better this way.

So he did his best to avoid the couple while failing horribly. The first time it happened Eddie had to head back to the station because he'd left his wallet. Since it was the middle of the day, Chris was at school and the only hassle about this was the drive back and forth. When he'd pulled up and parked, the fire engine rushed out. Then as he was exiting his truck, Christopher's school called to talk about a bake sale. After 30 minutes (33 minutes and 24 minutes according to the call log) he was finally ready to head inside the house.

It was silent without the B squad and eerily odd without his team. Like going into a school or a doctor's office after hours, the same anxiety about being caught even though he was allowed to be there. That's when he heard it.

“If you keep doing that, I'm going to be late for work and we're going to be caught,” a deep voice says, followed by a rich chuckle. Although they've only known each other for a short amount of time, Eddie recognizes the voice easily as Tommy's.

A naughty laugh answers his statement.

Realizing just what they’re doing in the shower room, Eddie quickly backtracks, unwilling to let that image haunt him for the rest of his day. Not that him not seeing it helps, if anything it makes it worse, because now every time he goes to take a shower all he can imagine is what exactly he could have caught them doing.

The second time he's on a movie date with Marisol.

Pepa had agreed to watch Christopher so they went with something mature. Honestly, Eddie wasn’t too interested in watching a seemingly smart person make bad decisions and miss the blatant truth in front of them, so he wasn’t paying attention to the movie’s plot. They were about halfway through the movie and Marisol seemed to be enjoying it, so he simply leaned back and distracted himself by looking around.

There hadn’t been a lot of people in the theater to begin with, but after the main character had made a cringy decision over half of the little crowd had departed. Now it was just Marisol and Eddie in the front three rows and a couple in the back row.

From his position and the darkness, Eddie couldn’t make out the faces of the lovers but now that he was focusing on anything but the movie he realizes he could definitely hear them.

At first it was just a heavy breathing, which quickly gave way to a panting then the intermittent sound of addicting whimpers joined the hushed cacophony. The participants were obviously trying to keep it down and Marisol had yet to notice, but it was all Eddie could focus on. He'd had sex thousands of times, in multiple ways, but never anything as passionate sounding - even as muffled as it was.

Eddie shifts, trying not to let Marisol in on his discomfort.

A deep, pleasured moan comes from the back row, and Eddie can't help but look at Marisol to see if she heard it. Somehow she hadn't, but when Eddie looks at the screen he sees a sex scene and realizes she must have thought it belonged on the screen.

Thankfully Marisol doesn't notice and the movie is over within 30 minutes. Grateful, Eddie makes a speedy exit, practically dragging Marisol out the door. Unfortunately, she stops him in the hallway outside to point out a poster for an upcoming movie. Which means that Eddie witnesses the couple exiting the theater, hand in hand and with matching countenances of love and bliss.

Buck and Tommy.

Eddie only gets a moment to covetously observe them before Buck sees them. It does make him a little happy at how obviously happy the other man is at seeing him, but his desire to be there too trumps any joy Eddie feels.

“Eddie!” Buck exclaims, holding his hand up as if Eddie could miss him in a room full of people.

‘This must have been a little of what Buck felt when I crashed his first date with Tommy ,’ Eddie thinks but he says, “Hey guys! How goes it?”

“Great! We just saw one of my favorite books on screen!” Buck responds, the couples facing each other now so Eddie can see his pure smile easily. “It was an amazing adaptation!! What did you guys see?”

“I think we might have seen the same thing!” Marisol remarks. “Did you just come out of theater 6?”

As Buck confirms her, Eddie catches Tommy's eye. He's unable to keep it for long because the glint of them says Tommy knows Eddie knows they weren't really watching the movie.

A month has gone by, which means Bobby and Athena's dinner is tonight and that Tommy and Buck have been dating for two and a half months now. The indefinable feeling that haunts Eddie has gotten worse. Everytime he sees them together he feels his blood boil with it, when Eddie sees them separately it lays dormant. So far he's been good at keeping their visitations quarantined, but at a family dinner he would inevitably have to be around the both of them. Maybe he could use Chris as a buffer.

It's with this goal that he slowly gets them around, to the point that Chris essentially is rushing Eddie out the door. They arrive later than everyone and Chris quickly abandons him to go hang out with Denny, Harry and Mara. Eddie curses his son's extroverted personality as he makes himself go hang out with his best friend and good friend, who just so happens to be his best friend's boyfriend. Nothing to be weird about.

Why is he being so weird about it?

“What's up with you, man?” Tommy asks as he and Buck make their way over to him.

“Nothing much,” Eddie answers with a wave towards Chris as he continues, “Just been so busy lately I feel like I haven't had any free time.”

“I feel that,” Tommy says, wrapping a firm arm around Buck's waist. “Are we still on for Sunday? No pressure if you've got something else to do or just wanna use the day to relax instead.”

“Oh, y’know, it's just, I've got no one to watch Chris,” Eddie stammers out the excuse, knowing how flimsy it sounds as he says it. “You guys have fun!”

Buck shakes his head then says, “No, no! I don't really like basketball. Why don't you guys go together, I'll watch Chris! I've missed my Captain America time.”

And how can Eddie say no to that? So he doesn't, “Are you sure? I wouldn't want to make you feel… like you did before.”

“Yeah but that was before…” Buck blushes, looking down shyly where his hand rests on Tommy's wrist. “I didn't understand how I felt then, and now I do. I don't want to come between the two of you like that.”

“Of course you wouldn't,” Tommy comments lowly just for Buck, but Eddie hears it anyway.

Not understanding it and also knowing it wasn't intended for him, Eddie ignores it as he says, “Okay, awesome. Sounds like a plan! I'm looking forward to it.”

Luckily, Bobby chooses this moment to make his way over and their weekend-plans conversation ends. They chat for sometime about general things, before Athena makes her way over. Eventually they get on the topic of children and for once Eddie doesn't notice Buck with Tommy, as the couple slips away.

Actually, it isn't until they're sitting down for dinner does he notice their absence, because Chris asks Eddie, “Where is Bucky?”

Looking around, Eddie shrugs and says, “I don't know. How about this, you go save our seats and while I go to the bathroom I'll look for them.”

Words he'd come to regret as soon as that heavenly blessed, muffled moaning once again graced his ears. He should have known with his luck he'd catch them again . Should have somehow guessed what they'd be doing because he knows both of his friends.

What he doesn't expect himself to somehow know is how… distracting their noises are. Unlike the time in the theater, Eddie stalls to admire the sound and what he hears leaves him yearning for a cold shower.

“Tommy, please,” Buck whines, a sound so desperate and pleading. “Don't tease, we have to hurry.”

“Then maybe you should do so,” Tommy responds deeply, clearly just as aroused. “Come for me, Evan.”

The sound that Buck makes is one Eddie will never forget and also why he couldn't meet neither Buck nor Tommy's eye over dinner. After all, how do you make eye contact with your best friend when you know the frantic sound they make as they ejaculate? How can you look into your friend’s eyes when you want to hear their boyfriend orgasm?

And what if you just as desperately want to hear more.

Today they're at the wedding venue to help Maddie and Chim plan their wedding. “They” being Athena and Bobby, Karen and Hen, Buck and Tommy and Eddie. They were invited to help on choosing the cake and none of them were going to give up free sweets.

“I'm so glad May was okay watching all the kids today,” Karen comments to Maddie. “I can deal with my sugar rush, not theirs!”

This garners some laughs and the congenial mood follows them into the room where they'll be taste testing. The group is led through the Japanese-inspired sliding door to a beautiful room that utilizes and encaptures natural beauty. The table they sit at is elegant but clearly made from a large tree. Eddie is sat next to Buck and the end of the table, with Tommy on Buck's left, Athena is next to him and Bobby is at the head of the table at the fiancee's insistence. Karen is across from Eddie, Hen is next to her, then Chim and Maddie.

The first cake is a simple red velvet, which Eddie is immediately biased for until he takes a bite and realizes it tastes nothing like his abuela's. Trying to conceal his face because the others seem to like it, he wipes his mouth and takes a drink of his water. Karen catches his eye and without words he knows she's in the same boat.

“How's Christopher?” She asks after setting her own glass down and dabbing her lips softly so she doesn't mess up her chapstick.

“Oh you would not believe…” Eddie starts, telling her about Christopher’s foray into the dating world.

Karen laughs, “Well do you expect any difference with who his other father is?”

“Not at all,” Eddie says with his own laugh. “I just hoped he'd learn more from…” he turns to Buck, “What'd you call it?” He snaps his fingers, turning back to Karen to answer his own question and continue, “Point 2 version than Point 1.”

Buck's eyes are furrowed in confusion until he seemingly realizes they're talking about him because he considerably brightens as he chimes in, “Oh please! We've had the same amount of hook-ups since you joined - actually I think you've had more than me in the last 6 or 7 years!”

Eddie opens his mouth to start protesting but stops himself as he does the mental math. Shannon, Ana, being friends with benefits with Lena until she'd called it off, countless one night stands, and lately Marisol. Ali, Taylor, Natalia, 13 one night stands (Eddie knows how many because Buck has told him about every one) and now Tommy. Libido wise, they’re matched. Relationship wise, they’re on a similar path.

“Whatever,” Eddie mock-scoffs, the smile on his face a sure sign that he’s joking. “I’ve had more serious relationships.”

“Indisputably,” Buck mock-snarks, his smile just as mischievous. “You’re looking for a mom for Christopher, not a partner.”

Eddie gasps, bringing his hand to his chest in false offense, “How dare thee!”

“Why would he need to be looking? You’re both,” Hen jokes.

Tommy laughs, “You can’t even deny it, Evan. The only decorations you have are his art works. They’re framed and displayed in places of honor,” He looks at Karen and Hen as he says, “When he brought me over to his apartment for the first time, I swear he spent the first hour showing me around like he was some art curator showing off his favorite artist’s work.”

Everyone laughs, which is what the bakers walk out to with the next cake.

“I’m glad to see everyone’s having a good time,” A woman says, obviously the head chef or the baker’s version of that. “Are we ready to try the next?”

At everyone’s agreement, they clean up the table and pass around new plates with the new cake. Eddie would know what kind it was, if he had been able to listen to the baker instead of being completely enraptured by Buck and Tommy. The way they catch each other’s eye and share a secretive smile… It's alluring. The way their smiles sweeten, obviously in love and happy… Eddie wants to join them.

And Eddie realizes he knows exactly what that indefinable feeling plaguing him is.

It’s been obvious the whole time.

He drags his gaze away, looking straight ahead and meeting Karen’s eyes. They’re surprisingly sympathetic, like she’s experiencing something sad and wants nothing more than to fix it. Eddie can understand how she’s such a great mother, because he feels her love and he’s not even a child. Meeting her gaze is hard, but definitely easier than staring at the sweethearts.

“So Denny wants Chris to come over for a sleepover, I know we’re kind of busy now but since we’re both here we might as well chat about it,” Karen suggests as she tries the cake.

Eddie loves his family.

Grateful to her distraction his mind is taken off of the constant repetition of BuckTommyBuckTommyBuckTommy… or at the very least it’s an obnoxiously loud background noise.

“That’s perfect!” Eddie responds. “I can take them this next week if you could take them next sleepover.” Eddie subconsciously observes Tommy excusing himself and standing as he pulls out his phone to see his calendar. “Denny could come over this Friday. He could join in on our family night.”

“Yay!” Buck joins in to say after looking back from Tommy’s retreating form. “I’m excited! We’re going to have a Kung Fu Panda marathon so we can go watch the new one on Tuesday. Do you think Denny would like to come?”

“Definitely,” Karen says, all smiles. “Hen and I could use her day off to have a girl’s day with Mara. Denny went to my last salon and got embarrassed by all the grannies, he doesn’t want to go if they’re going to be there. They get… pinchy.”

Eddie laughs, “Oh my abuela and her book club are pinchy too. Every time they come around Chris he’s pretending he’s sick and wears his mask!”

“That’s smart!” Karen snaps her fingers. “I’ll have to tell Denny to use that one.”

“I’ll bet Chris already has,” Buck says. “Denny is just too sweet. Chris is more mischievous,” He rubs his head bashfully. “I swear that’s not from me.”

Everyone laughs. “Sure, Buck,” Hen says sassily, looking at him with a sisterly look. “Although, I will say he does get it from both of you.”

“Do what?” Maddie asks, leaning to face them better from the conversation she, Chim, Bobby and Athena had been having as it had come to an end.

“Chris got his player personality from both his dads,” Karen explains.

The entire table laughs.

“Oh goodness it is becoming apparent how alike our children are to us all,” Athena laughs waving her hands as she explains everything that had occured with Harry.

“I’m glad it’s all going to work out,” Buck says when she’s done.

Eddie nods, “Truly. Although, it all works out in the end, otherwise it’s not the end.” Everyone nods, adding on their own regards, but Eddie stops paying attention because it’s all taken by Buck discreetly excusing himself to the bathroom.

Which is a totally normal thing to do, but Eddie can’t stop focusing on the fact that Tommy isn’t back yet. The last time, he should have expected it and has been kicking himself for not realizing soon enough. Unable to give conversation, he crams his mouth with the rest of his cake and just nods along.

Ten minutes go by.

At this point he’s chewing mush, but he knows exactly what he’s going to do as soon as he’s done eating.

He swallows.

“Hey, I gotta go to the bathroom,” Eddie softly says as he stands up, pushing in his chair robotically. “I’ll be right back.”

The walk to the bathroom is thankfully short and the door is the same papery thin, sliding door that they had been led through before. Which means Eddie can hear them perfectly.

“You don’t think so?” Tommy is saying. “I know so, that's why I was feeling him out.”

“No way, he’s got all that Catholic guilt. Even if he could, he wouldn’t,” Buck replies.

“I’d beg to differ,” Tommy chuckles.

“Well I’m begging you to hurry,” Buck interrupts himself with a moan. “Please, oh my God, please .”

“Don’t beg God, keep begging me.”

There isn’t much talking after that. The time Eddie spends in that hallway feels innumerable. Able to easily listen, he makes sure to leave and be sat back in his spot well before they’re on their own way back.

Eddie finds that this time makes it no easier to meet the couple’s eyes.

The last time, Eddie had gone to Buck’s apartment after he and Marisol had gotten into an argument. In his defense, his spot had been open and only Buck’s Jeep had been in the apartment’s designated parking spaces. The walk up the parking garage stairs and to the elevator was daunting and the walk down the hallway to Buck's apartment was ominous, yet that was normal lately.

Maybe that's why he thinks nothing is off as he uses his key to unlock the apartment and goes in.

The sight that greets him is straight from a porno made by God for him.

Buck is bent over his counter, face twisted in a pert near illegal expression of pleasure, clearly overstimulated and loving it. Tommy is behind him, a similar countenance of ecstacy written across his face, dirty but adoring of the man beneath him. They are both facing the door, which means as soon as Eddie walks in and sights them that the opposite is true as well.

For a few seconds the momentum carries them through a few more thrusts and Eddie watches, captive to his own desire before he realizes this is real real life and not one of his repressed dreams.

“I'm sorry,” Eddie cries, trying to look away and failing as he backs up towards the door. “I'm going!”

“Eddie,” Buck says, voiced perfectly hoarse and fucked out. “Wait,” he straightens and Tommy backs up, pulling out evidently by the moans.

Eddie can't help but watch, but he also can't stay. Somehow he peels his gaze away, and runs from the apartment.

Upcoming Queue

(this is a rough draft outline. I wanted to cross-post what I have written so far because I can😎 I'd really like constructive feedback or someone to describe my writing. I'm also in need of a summary and I'm obviously no wordsmith)

(Blue are Posted, Red are Not Posted)

Chapter #1: Bi, Bi, Bi :: The set up OR As Eddie is setting up for a normal family night, Buck asks if Tommy can come and Eddie feels... Feelings about it.

Chapter #2: Bring in the Noise :: The set up pt2 OR An addition to family night doesn't disrupt it as worried.

Chapter #3: It Makes Me Ill :: Eddie has arrived in Jealousytown. All of the stations make him sick, especially when every stop be has to see Buck give love and attention at his will. And you can't imagine how it makes Eddie feel, to see them without him OR The 5 Times Eddie Catches BuckTommy.

Chapter #4: It's Gonna Be ME :: Eddie, Tommy and Buck get drunk at Chim’s bachelor party. Eddie makes a big confrontational speech to Tommy about how he thought they were friends and he can't believe he'd go behind his back type thing. Essentially telling Tommy there's been hundreds before him and Eddie's been there the whole time, it's gonna be him. Realizing he's made a fool of himself, Eddie runs off and avoids teven.

Chapter 5: No Strings Attached :: Eddie asking Chim, Hen and Bobby if he's homophobic, Chim says he's homo something (this is the plot bunny that started this fic)

Chapter 6: I Thought She Knew :: a proper break up with Marisol where he apologizes and she says she knows and there's no apology needed if he doesn't do it to another woman. They chat and he learns one of the big reasons she left is because she's bi too.

Chapter 7: Just Got Paid :: Eddie is still avoiding Buck and Tommy after Madney’s bachelor party and wedding but things are going more smoothly. Between more talks with Bobby and Hen he comes into his queer identity

Chapter 8: This I Promise You :: Confession

Chapter 9: Digital get down :: Domestic bliss 101

Chapter 10: That's When I'll Stop Loving You :: Found Family moment/telling the firefam

Chapter 11: Space Cowboy :: +1

Chapter 12: That's When I'll Stop Loving You :: Domestic bliss 202

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Karaoke Night #2: A edited vod. A line in the description mentions new aged up models. Aged up as in they look less like freshman in high school, and more freshman in college/university, for Mandrin, BlueNeon, and Dee. Red Angel is perfect the way he is.

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Leo is dramatically performing 'Could Have Been Me' by The Struts.

He's dancing with a mic stand as well. Lots of hip swaying, and tail wagging.

He's also showing off a the newer version of his model. Taller, broader, a bit more muscular, more markings on his limbs, and a bit more mature looking. While dressed in Jean shorts, knee high boots, his mask with long tails, and a simple blue tank top.

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Donnie is singing in a lower octave than usual. His models build is also Taller, Broader, swimmers build. He keeps changing outfits to match the song.

He's currently performing Sounds of Silence, if only to show off his voice. Some of his notes had a rumble that could be felt through the speakers/headphones of the listener.

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Mikey is only a bit taller, but dressed in a super cropped paint splattered jacket, his mask with some art themed charms on the tails, black/orange fingerless gloves, sunset gradient colored pants, and boots.

He's currently singing and dancing to Never Had a Friend Like Me. Throwing in alot of his razzmatazz! A glowing effect on his model helped with the effect.

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Raphs model was in just black baggy pants, his mask, and red/black sneakers.

He's performing Surface Pressure, as a bit of stress relief. As performing amazingly!

The others are used to this by now, but it still hits a slight sore spot everytime.

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River wanted to sing a specific song, but was told no, no matter how cute they look, the song wasn't appropriate enough for a cute teal robot turtle to sing. She pouted off to the side while looking through the song list.

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Shelldon apparently found some older songs, and was singing Surfing USA by the Beach Boys. It sounded a little funny with Shelldons slight surfer dude accent. And a little off key.

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The next few sets were just rap battles between the brothers trying to trip each other up in the middle of a verse. Who won each round just depended on who was against who.

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A clip from a break time where Shelldon and River messed around with a large floor piano prop, and attempting to play an actual song. They keep stopping the blame the other for hitting the wrong notes, and saying the combination they need to play.

They don't realize they're both trying to play a different similar sounding song.

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The boys perform another couple of 90's boyband songs, and dance routines.

Though at one point someone missteps and they have to quickly get back into rhythm, and not get hit by Raphs tail.

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Leo decides to change it up a bit and sing is Spanish for a song or two. (If it amuses you yes one of the songs is Despacito.)

What little bit of the chat that is visible during the VOD is going nuts over how his voice sounds while singing in a different language.

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Donnie, Leo, and Mikey are performing a J-Pop song with full choreography. They all swapped to male J-pop Idol style outfits for the song.

Though there is a bit of talk of doing a Female Idol song with the Idols Costumes, but they didn't have such outfits/costumes ready at the time.

Again what little of the chat visible is a little disappointed not to see them all in the Idol costumes.

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A clip of Leo doing a magical girl transformation to change into a blue sailor uniform type costume, before tripping on something, and the music is cut off. He was not going to live this down for a while.

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The camera shifts to see Mikey start to yawn, lean back a bit to far and fall backwards out of his chair with a loud thud.

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Raphs in the middle of a song, when his phone rings LOUDLY. He fumbles on the verse, and trying to answer to phone. He walks off the set, and away from the microphones so his call isn't picked up by the stream.

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Donnie in the middle of a song accidentally activated a rapid costume change that swapped through 10 outfits, before leaving his model 'naked'. He lets out a squeak, and runs out of frame to fix this accident.

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Masterpost

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[flymmsy]

Ladies and Gentlemen

We have liftoff. [No this is not just a picture of me pointing to Gale and Enver's chests (or I guess it kind of is.)] This may just seem like a little clipping at first glance, HOWEVER, this displays that I have successfully coded a unique body model on to Gortash.

Now, there's still work to be done. Ultimately, this new body type does not require his armor to be adjusted all that much. I actually suspected this, since I always thought his armor was specifically built to make his body type look a bit thicker than the standard male model.

So, I've been thinking about the best vehicle of delivery for all of you lovely people to be able to experience Gort in his full burly glory. I have decided that it is actually best to leave his current body model AS IS in game. (Since you cannot remove his clothes to reveal the new model anyway.) What makes the most sense to me, is to create an option to transform Gortash into the burly version that is similar to Ring of Metamorph. This version you will be able to dress and undress to reveal the new body model. I can also include an original un/redressable version. That way, you can transform Gortash and not have any armor clipping, but when you want to undress him, you can select the burly model.

If anyone has any thoughts on that, inbox me! This is what makes the most sense to me, but open to hearing feedback.

#bg3 modding #bg3 mods #flymmsy mod wips #enver gortash #bg3

[feathereddragonkin]

Greetings, Tumblr!

You can call me Atlas, Logan, or Ratchet; I'm an otherkin, otherhearted, therian, and fictionkin! Please be kind, I'm still trying to figure out my identity, so my fellow critters are welcome to correct any misunderstandings I may have. This Tumblr is my way of exploring my identity and finding fellow alterhumans to connect with.

My current types are:

🪶Feathered dragon otherkin

🐯South China Tiger otherhearted

🐶Australian shepherd therian

🦁Lion kin

🚑 TFP Ratchet fictionkin

🖌️Some of my interests include: art and writing, crafting, moodboards, Minecraft building, DnD, movies and shows.

💻Some shows I like are: Transformers Prime, Wild Kratts, Word of Honor, The Untamed, Encanto, Pokemon, Ninjago, Lord of the Rings and the Hobbit.

Again, please be kind, and if you're a fellow otherkin or therian feel free to say hello!

⚠️DNI LIST:

Dni Z0os, transphobics, homophobics, terfs, therian haters, otherkin haters, and ableists. Anyone ignoring my DNI list or making rude comments will be blocked and reported immediately!

🐉My blog is a safe space for LGBT+ individuals, therians, otherkins, otherhearted, furries, age and pet regressors(although some posts may talk about topics too big for little ones, so be careful!), and disabled individuals of any kind. You're all welcome in my den, stay as long as you like!🐯

Also, I have an age/pet regression blog! For those interested in completely sfw content. (Age and pet regression are a form of therapy used by many different people, for me it's a way to reclaim my childhood in a safe way) If you do interact, please keep it sfw! Read my DNI! @justafoxkit

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[catastrophic-crisis]

Style guide for (identifiable) Planets.

Let's break it down. (Image above is of a "plushie" planet design.)

Head and Eye(s):

The head is inspired by gaseous planets such as Jupiter, and features stripe-like patterns. The exact patterns are up to you; it is typical for there to be an eyepatch-like pattern over where a second eyeball would be. No visible mouth is typical.

Their heads, despite the gaseous inspiration, can absolutely be bonked on the edge of a table. Got extra bubble wrap?

The little freak may stare at you with a single eye: a round shape, which does not have to be a perfect circle. I sometimes exaggerate this with a "fried egg" shape. If depicting with two eyes (or something eyeball-like) it is preferred to take a heterochromia-like approach, not symmetrical in either shape or color.)

The halo: any ring shape, and it can be at an angle. While possible, you're not going to see many halos of the "skinny diamonds next to eachother" type.

Below is a very early doodle of planets. The halo size is too large for the current average of the breed, and the squiggly style is no longer in fashion. (Though your planet can have it!)

Body:

What's under the dress?" Why do you wanna know. (This is an opportunity for a The Seven Year Itch subway grate bit, however the "dress" is typically stiffer than most fabrics.)

Of the wings, dress, and arms, only the "dress" is really important to keep. If we look closely at the image below, the wings for some of the Alice-themed planets have been reinterpreted into similar shapes, such as a bow attached to the back in a similar place, or even wing-like shapes affixed to the back of the head (these are a less typical interpretation). Planets do not typically flap the wings, they aren't essential to have! (While we're at it, note the ways the halos are interpreted. A "crown" maintains the round shape of a halo.)

These Alice-themed transformations above sit towards the more detailed end of the spectrum, your planet may want to be simpler.

The dress is typically a different color from the rest of the body. Some common planet colors for a really "default" planet bodies are greens, purples, and pinks. Go wild with what colors you use, though.

While referred to as a dress, preferably all your planet needs to have is a tube-like shape with a flared bottom. Yes, you could make it wear pants for the bit, but no legs if you want to keep it close to a common planet.

The arms can vary in thickness, and terminate in rounded shapes, not fingers. (Though as shapeshifters a planet could manage to conjure up some thumbs or a hand of five digits, or even a cute paw if they wanted.) The planets don't have much difficulty picking items up, but would struggle in more precise matters like typing on a keyboard.

The idle pose can be the limp t-rex arms. Cute!

Assorted Extras:

You can capitalize (or don't) the P in Planet. Planet with a lowercase P is more fitting, as they are a species (ex. you don't capitalize "sheep" typically), however for clarity I sometimes capitalize the P so as to not have them confused with the large round things in outer space. The big ones.

Planets are shapeshifters, and while they can take on many forms, we are focusing here on planets and variations that stay close to the silhouette of what would be referred to as a base or common form. While sizes can vary in this form, they typically are around the same size as their peers: under a cubit. The planet depicted below would be seen as a weirdly small.

Planets hover above the ground, and won't typically be seen much higher than a person's head if above flat ground.

Over time, the planet head-to-body ratio has changed, but you can be the force that brings back the big bobble heads.

The base rule is that as long as it is identifiable as a planet, it is a planet. The main premise is a planet head and angel-imitation features. As shapeshifters, they can be all sorts of shapes, but with an understanding of the base design rules you too can craft a little floating freak thing recognizable as this mascot species.

#jupiterposting

[lobsessed-fanl]

Emmet appreciation month!

Summary: Emmet loves bugs! Today he is looking for a Joltik!

Or read it below the cut!

Emmet and his starter,Tiny the Tynamo, were looking for more pokemon to add to his team! Emmet wanted to find some more electric or bug types because they are verrrry cute! And Emmet had recently learned about the perfect combination of the two! Joltik! Small, hopping little bug types. And they feed off of electricity! Tiny could feed them with his electric charges! It was perfect.

 So Emmet had snuck down to Chargestone cave while Ingo was out training Lavender, his Litwick. Emmet walked down there, avoiding the wild pokemon that weren’t Joltik. It was verrrry hard to find Joltik’s apparently, but Emmet was not going to let that deter him. He walked and walked, looking everywhere he could. But he couldn’t find one. Maybe they were all hiding, or maybe they were in the deeper part of the cave. 

So Emmet continued to look. Continuing and continuing until he got tired out from searching. As he stopped for a moment, and stood, listening to his surroundings. As he listened he heard some chirp-like sounds come from behind him. When he turned around, he saw them. At least 10 Joltik’s following him, playing with Tiny, and hopping around! They were right behind him the whole time! Emmet squeaked with joy as he shook his hands around with excitement, not being able to contain it all. As soon as he got all of the over-excitement out of his system, he sat down on the cave floor and held his hand out to the Joltiks.

“I am Emmet! I am going to try and become a trainer! I love bug and electric type pokemon! Would one of you like to join me and Tiny, and my twin brother Ingo on our journey?” Emmet asked, hopping one of the Joltiks would join Emmet. Soon, one of the Joltik’s hopped onto Emmet’s hand, and gave Emmet an excited look. Emmet had to stop himself from squealing with joy as he carefully stood up with the Joltik in his hand, and pulled out one of his empty pokeballs. He held the pokeball close to the Joltik, so the Joltik could enter it now if it wanted to. 

Soon enough, the Joltik pressed the button on the pokeball and entered it. A small green ring of light showed around the button of the pokeball with a ding sound, showing that the capture of the Joltik had been a success! Emmet hugged the pokeball close as he walked out of Chargestone cave. 

Emmet soon made it back to the campsite that Ingo and Emmet were at currently. Ingo was sitting outside, almost glaring at Emmet.

“Emmet, where were you?” Ingo asked.

“I am Emmet! I went to Chargestone cave!” Emmet said proudly.

“Alone?”

“… Tiny was with me. And I caught a Joltik!”

“You could have asked me to go with you. I was worried sick that something had happened to you! You didn’t even leave a note! What if you got kidnapped or something? Or if you got hurt out there alone and Tiny couldn’t protect you and I didn’t know where you were?” Ingo exclaimed as he rushed up to Emmet and gave him a hug. Ah, that was the problem. Ingo was worried. And they had made a deal to leave a note if the other was going out while one was gone. 

“I am verrrry sorry for forgetting to leave a note! I was extremely excited to try and find a Joltik! I didn’t think it would take that long, but at first I couldn’t find any, but then when I was exhausted and I turned around, there were ten behind me! TEN! I wish I could have brought all of them. But the little one that did come with me seems to be verrry excited to join me! And she is so small!” Emmet explained excitedly, bringing out the pokeball that held the Joltik, and tossed the pokeball so the Joltik would come out.

“Oh! You are right Emmet, she is small! Have you come up with a name for her yet?” Ingo said, his eyes widening in excitement as he studied the small pokemon. 

“Nope! As soon as I caught her I came here. But I have been thinking of some ideas!” Emmet said as he crouched down to get closer to the Joltik. “Hiii little Joltik! I am Emmet! We are trying to come up with a nickname you might like. Do you have any suggestions?” Emmet asked the Joltik. The Joltik seemed to ponder the question for a moment, but then went over to a flower and climbed into it.

“Oh! Maybe a flower name, Emmet! Hmm… Rosie? Maybe Sunflower? Ooh! Or Tulip!” Ingo said, listing off ideas, but the Joltik didn’t seem too inclined to any of them. 

“I am Emmet, what about Daffodil?” Emmet asked the Joltik, who looked at Emmet with glee in its eyes as it chirped happily and ran back over to Emmet, climbing up him to get to his hand. Emmet laughed a bit at this as his smile widened. “I am Emmet! I think she likes the name! Welcome, Daffodil, to the team!” Emmet said proudly as Ingo clapped. Daffodil made a happy Chirping sound. They then went to bed and prepared for their next step of their journey.

#emmet appreciation month #emmet appreciation month 2024 #Emmet! #Joltik #Tynamo #Ingo #Little kid Emmet #Little kid Ingo #monthofemmet #monthofemmet2024

[baileys-3]

CHAPTER 5 now online on AO3

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One day as a Watch Commander was enough for Tim to realize that he does not see this job as his career goal and that he does not like desk work. Which he actually knew beforehand. He is simply the man of action. He needs to be out on the street, not sitting in a completely glassed-in office. And pore over more files than run meters. He hates forms and reports, which is why he always loves to hand them over to his rookies. Or, in the meantime, to his aide … go-fer … whatever. The only good thing about the job is the reserved parking spot right outside the front door. But that doesn't outweigh all the negative aspects.

But all he must do is get through today, and Grey will be back. Thank God. Then he has a day free of overtime. And he'll use it to help Genny furnish her house and do more craft work on it. And talk to his nephew.

And then ... then he has a date. Only 28 hours and 47 minutes to go. But who's counting?

Lucy is on patrol with Aaron. Usually, Aaron is his go-fer these days. And Lucy's usually out on her own. Or she's assisting the detectives. But since he's filling in for Grey, Aaron's riding with Lucy. And so, he only saw her briefly at the morning roll call. And that about sums it up. Just seen her. No sooner had he finished the morning roll call than Smitty was standing in front of him. With the report. The one he hadn't handed in on time, of course. But as compensation for the late submission, there was another creative excuse. If the man showed as much dedication to police work as he does to making up excuses, he would be one of the best cops in Mid-Wilshire. But because he doesn't, he's the token cop you can't get rid of but somehow must keep busy. By the time Smitty is finished with his story about back tension, paper allergies and a sudden cramp in the index finger of his typing hand, Lucy is already on her way to get the war bags. And thus, effectively out of reach.

And so, the morning passes creepily, with a lot of desk work. And somehow, he is stuck. Either the phone rings or someone wants to speak to him. The mountain of files and forms that he either must look through or sign is not getting any smaller. And he already knows that he won't have a chance to get a bite to eat for lunch. And his stomach growls. Though not loudly yet. But it's only a matter of time.

He is reading through the property damage report from yesterday. Brown had hit the mirror of a parked car. The property damage is covered by the LAPD's insurance and Tim must assess whether it was Brown's own fault. If so, he would receive a deduction from his pay. Which Tim doesn't want, and which is why he is currently trying to find arguments why Brown is not to blame for the incident. He takes a sip from his coffee cup without looking up. Of course, the coffee is already cold. He puckers his mouth. Cold coffee is not exactly what makes his day better.

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[geminiinstra]

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#ring type current transformers

[chaoticstateofaffairs]

Thank you for your tag @cissyenthusiast010155 ♥️

Cats version:

1. Favorite color(s)? Purple

2. Any piercings? 2, both ears (used to have something else 👀)

3. Any tattoos? 3

4. Favorite TV Show? Bewitched

5. Favorite movie? Cheaper By The Dozen (2003)

6. Celebrity crush? Elizabeth Montgomery (RIP)

7. Favorite musical artist? Aretha Franklin

8. Height? 5'7

9. Favorite thing to do? Relax on my porch swing

10. Introvert/Extrovert? A bit of both

11. Favorite book? 1984 by George Orwell

12. Last fanfic you read? If you didn't ask me I could tell you 😅

13. Favorite thing to drink? Ice cold water (boring I know, but it hits the spot 🤷‍♀️)

14. Favorite food? *exclude if you wish: any type of pasta dish, very comforting.

15. Favorite OTP? Xena/Gabrielle

16. Favorite actor/actress? *totally different than celeb crush: Don't really have a favorite 🤷‍♀️

17. Favorite song(s)? (You Make Me Feel Like) A Natural Woman by Aretha Franklin

18. Currently watch (TV show & Movie)? TV: Drawn Together Movie: Transformers (🤦‍♀️)

19. Last thing you googled? Engagement rings 👀

20. Last song you listened to? Stuck in the middle with you by Stealers Wheel

21. If you had a superpower, what would it be? Teleportation

Tagged: @girl4music @heidsworld @dianneking @rrcenic @bigolgay @tenderheartgrumpymind (Cals Version) and anyone else 😊

[buffshipper8490]

Rated Mature

Chapter Summary

The Resistance attempts to sabotage the Kuat Drive Yards to undermine the First Order...

Excerpt

“You said two days; I’ve been here two weeks,” said Rose accusingly.

Finn grinned at her and they shared a brief kiss. “This place doesn’t seem so bad.” "Good people, terrible food," Rose countered, sticking her tongue out in a "bleh!" All business now, she then unfurled a canvas map on the main worktable, the ends curling off the edge. It was the surface of the planet, the migrant colony they were currently standing in marked by a giant square, the surrounding landscape dotted with factories and settlements between large swaths of forest. “This is our access point,” Rose continued, pointing to a circle simply labeled SHAFT. She placed a small holochip over the mark. With the flick of a switch, the Orbital Ring flickered to life in holographic form, the massive powershaft that connected it to the planet lining up perfectly with the marking. “This powershaft delivers raw ore to the Orbital Ring," she explained. "A detonation directly into the energy stream, here, will cause a chain reaction-” She hit another button and a small red dot traveled up the shaft and triggered a series of explosions that decimated the entire ring. Poe blinked as holographic debris floated through the air. “--and take the whole thing down.” “Along with their new fleet,” added Finn, eyes trained on the hole in the ceiling and the Orbital Ring beyond, where a dozen Star Destroyers were fueling up. Poe was still uncertain. “How do we know they haven’t detected BB-8’s signature up there? The alien baby started to cry. Rose picked up a rattle and began to shake it to soothe the child. “I doubt you would have gotten this far if they were on to us," she said, as if attempting to soothe Poe too. "There’s just a lot we don’t know,” said Poe, crossing his arms and starting to pace in the cramped little room. "That’s why I voted for the other plan." There were too many variables, far too many ways for this to go wrong. If experience had taught him anything, it wasn't to go rushing headlong into anything. That's how people get killed. That's how fleets were lost: in irrelevant bombing runs on Dreadnoughts or misguided mutinies. Finn’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline. “This is when we second guess the plan? Right now?” Rose stuck a finger into the alien baby’s mouth. "We can take out the enemy’s fuel source and be lightyears away before they know what hit them." She looked to Poe, eyes determined in the light of the hologram. “But we have to move now.” Finn and Poe watched as the baby contentedly sucked Rose's finger. That's why they were fighting. So a baby like that one could have a future of freedom, a future free of fear and oppression. Poe looked skyward again, the sight of all those Star Destroyers and what their plan-- if successful-- could do to put them out of commission strengthening his otherwise shaky resolve. “Okay, let’s blow this thing and go home.”

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[surpriseraisin]

trollchendise au _ more blurbs

Viva and a variety of trolls got purchased by a ring master-esque person. The group perform like a mix of cirque de soleil and circus. Flips, songs and tricks for the audience. Mix of pop, country and funk trolls in the group. Vivas group is thought of first, if not The thought, when circus/big top performances are brought up.

But the ring master looks odd…movements are slightly delayed or disjointed and is never seen without their signature carnival porcelain mask and long coat and gloves. Has a veil covering the head with what looks like multi-colored embroidery through it, and sits on a wheelchair that floats (similar to funk troll technology). Truth is the ring master is a larger being (who looks like a wooden puppet) that they killed or died, and the trolls maneuver to keep the place running and remain "owned" but free. Trolls who were bought and lose their owner is subject to being reclaimed to be purchased again or just taken by larger beings who find them for keeps.

Noted to always have trolls around him. Notably viva and hickory.

hickory got modified to look like a country troll, as he connected with country trolls and wanted to commit. Thought it was a blessing, the favor in exchange for the transformation was his brother to be traded. Currently have no news of what happened to him or where he is. Ring master agreed as that would be quite the attraction, a troll who changed genres and also because hickory brought it up himself. Performs as a beast tamer and stuntman

viva has a trapeze clothing (think zendaya from greatest showman) and plumage on her wrist, shoulders and waist (like carnival costumes from brazil)

clays hair is wild and shaped like a lion and has multiple scars. Semi feral so has bigger teeth and his claws no longer retract so easily. Performs as beast man, wears toga or themed armor, roaring and partnering with hickory to perform fights and stunts. Picked up by viva as he was making his escape after attacking and running from the facility when he was branded as a discontinued troll (means they become solely a consumable product and can't be bought or treated as another type of product). would have been a leader, but prefers to not be in the spotlight so he wont be collected again. (Clay was hyped up before being sold, as there were different demands for him due to his bright coloring and high energy performances. So the facility tried to create higher demand by rousing the competitiveness between the different buyers. Clay caught wind of the intentions and also doesn't want to leave his remaining brothers and fought when he was being collected. Injured a worker and was labeled as a discontinued troll)

Creek is bought by Chef and became something like a mascot/host for her restaurant. His zen and medication techniques have a more significant effect like jazz music, once he has beings meditating and following his voice they become more vibrant/concentrated and compliant. This ability is what allows the restaurant to have their specialty, named misted meal. Where a troll is diffused and misted over the guest during their meal of other foods, before finally being eaten.

the restaurant is called Bergens Desire; and was rearranged later to spell De Sirens

creek worked hard to improve his ability and went from needing hours and one on one, to multitudes and only needing a moment of relaxation and being obeyed by a troll to affect them.

wearing host clothing, with scented wooden beads he fiddles in his hands and around his ankles. after taking over he wears an apron with the most fascinating pattern, the splashes of color draws the eye and makes one focus.

gets betrayed by chef and attempted being replaced with chaz. Is furious and sings (think certain part of no way from six the musical) before paralyzing and injuring chef, and taking over the restaurant. Group of trolls left over becomes something like a serial killer, led by Creek and Chaz. Uses the restaurant's reputation to lure in customers, with promises of a high end customized meal with one on one experience. Doesn't always kill the people who come into the restaurant to ward of suspicions. When they do kill a person its usually preceded by interviewing if they harmed/exploited trolls and a chorus of "You want us? You like us? You wouldn't leave us right? Replace us and just throw us away, no you're better than that. You want to eat? Be our guest (serves the guest previously killed large beings as meals; where else would they have gotten special meats/ingredients)

chaz collaborated with creek because one, creek is kinda scary when he attacked chef all the while soothingly narrating in order to paralyze her, and also cause he didn't want to work with the Chef anyway. So might as well work with creek. They became somewhat partners to maintain the establishment moving forwards

John sending secret msgs to his bros using his written songs that make it to top 100

branch; by talking or speaking with the bands who sang johns song and they were basically dropping hints that there are msgs hidden there for him and his brothers. he just needs to listen closely

Bruce eventually starts talking about little facts about himself that are true. such as he hads brothers. he feels uncomfortable with comments or compliments about his looks. he found that he likes growing out a beard, he was never able to do that before. he appreciates that brandy speaks to him at a comfortable distance and sits so that shes not looming over him. And all these little comments adds up and while brandy is feeling flattered and happy that bruce is feeling comfortable enough to share more about himself, she's also growing concerned because wow, yea. This guy definitely has a Story about him.

Cooper was born and raised by the funk royals. But because of a favor and because the current funk family owner wants to experiment, cooper is sent to become part of the snack pack. Funk family owner when prince D tried to intervene and argue: 'I want to see how separated twins will react and grow. Entertain me and ill even make a reunion later. Make it worth my while little prince, your happy ever after depends on it'

#trollchendise au #trolls au #worldbuild #thoughts?

[vtimbertiger]

The Amazing Digital Circus <- go watch

Analysis/Theories from Your Favorite Smooth-Brain

Okay, first of all at 21:00 when it pans up to the corporate logo "C&A" -- surely it's "Caine & Able" right? The host is literally named Caine.

Biblically, Cain murders his brother Able (accidentally) and (I think) is sentenced by God to walk the Earth eternally but can never reap what he sows or something. What if Caine somehow, either real world or digital (don't know much on his background) killed Able.

Real World Theory: Able dies in a preventable accident and to escape his guilt (whether he's responsible or not) builds the Digital Circus, slowly losing himself and the memory of his brother/partner.

Digital World: Caine is solely a digital entity with no ties to the real world (wiki says AI) ... my brain died I forgot what this train of thought was

With the Bible in mind, my brain immediately went to hell, specifically the rings of hell: Pride, Wrath, Gluttony, Greed, Lust, Envy, & Sloth. What if each character (apart from Caine) represents a ring?

Kingser I have down loosely as Pride. Not exactly for any particular reason currently but pride tend to be found in "leaders".

Ragatha I see as Wrath. I believe she has the potential to anger really quickly. As she explains to Pomni what happens if you "think to much about it" she grows increasingly frustrated and angry at the world she has been placed in. She seems to try and keep her temper in check most of the time from what I've observed.

For Gluttony I believe Kaufmo, and perhaps the other Abstracts. This could also be interpreted as Greed however it is slightly different, transformed even. Dwelling, digesting, the idea of an exit, and escape, chewing on the thought for so long that it consumes them. It's possible that before "abstracting" Kaufmo did represent Greed, as they seem to be related to some degree.

Pomni immediately strikes me as Greed. Took every opportunity to save herself with one exception of trying to save Ragatha, which she then bailed seeing how it could affect her.

Jax as Lust, idk maybe I'm just type-casting Michael Kovach (Angel Dust - Hazbin Hotel). I almost had him as Gluttony for the amount of times he mentions food/being hungry but I mean look at this guy - slut /j

I have Gangle down loosely as Envy. They are two-faced, literally. Tbh that's my main reason, but there's something else I can't quite put my finger on about them.

Last ring, Zooble as Sloth. Never looks interested, never willingly participated in "daily adventures". Seemingly takes every opportunity to do nothing.

Anyways, these are my thoughts from my first watch through of TADC, I'm sure I'm not the first to think of this but I literally watched then started writing

#remember: I am smooth brain zero-wrinkles #the amazing digital circus #TADC #analysis #media analysis #theory

[drama-glob]

Cutscenes #34

Globby visits BH6 at their secret headquarters. :)

“Hello?” the gelatinous man called out once he shut the giant wooden panel. There was at first no answer as he stepped further in and saw the broken vats and conveyor belts. Huh? Would have thought they’d be furth-

“INTRUDER ALERT! INTRUDER ALERT!” came the blaring voice of Base-Max as loud alarms began to ring.

“Ow! Wait. What?” the reformed criminal shouted as he reflexively covered his ears to block the warning sounds from up above.

About five seconds later, a panel on one of the vats opened up to reveal Hiro, Honey Lemon, Fred, and lastly Baymax rushing out to see what was wrong. Once Globby saw them, he raised a hand and shouted, “Hey guys,” causing three of them to reflect confused expressions. Huh? Oh yeah, the disguised hero remembered as he finally shed his current form to change into his normal pink and purple one.

His friends’ faces then changed to realization as Hiro proceeded to rush past the others as he typed something into a panel he failed to notice upon entering. A moment later, the teen prodigy pressed a few buttons, the alarm stopped and everyone but Baymax was left with a lingering ringing sensation.

Here's the link on AO3:

@spyrkle4 @enbydemirainbowbigfoot Globby! ^_^<3<3<3

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