#absolutely terrifying posting my writing

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

hey remember that caramel-carmel Fake Script i was writing? yeah it's technically not done but i'm tired of tinkering with it so here it is! we'll just say it's a uhhhh uncovered partial script or somethin

this is not in any way official! it's a 100% unaffiliated fanwork & i am Just Fucking Around for Funsies

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BARNABY: oh, I love carmul!

FRANK: [long, disgusted pause] …what? 

BARNABY: Carmul! You know, those tasty little treats you’re holdin’!

FRANK: You mean caramel?

BARNABY: That’s what I said.

FRANK: [scoffs] No, you didn’t. You said carmul.

BARNABY: We’re sayin’ the same thing here.

FRANK: We absolutely are not!

JULIE: [giggles] You really aren’t.

BARNABY: Carmul, caramel, tomato, tomahto! What does it matter!

FRANK: [flustered, stammering] It - it matters! Julie, you agree with me, don’t you?

JULIE: Well… I don’t know, Frank! I think both are fun!

FRANK: You’re both wrong, then! Wally, you agree with me, don’t you?

WALLY: [hesitant] …I say carmul.

FRANK: No! Not you too! How could you poison him like this, Barnaby?

BARNABY: Don’t look at me! I’m innocent, honest!

FRANK: Ha! So you admit that carmul is the wrong pronunciation!

BARNABY: [groans] ah, geez… throw a dog a bone!

FRANK: I’d be delighted to if you’d just-

[distant yelp as Eddie trips off-screen] 

FRANK: Eddie! Thank goodness, finally someone who can put an end to this debate!

EDDIE: [nervous laugh] Oh no, what did I stumble into this time? 

BARNABY: Hold on a tic, Frank. Hey Ed, take this. What do you call that tasty treat?

EDDIE: [with a tinge of fear] A… caramel?

FRANK: [triumphant] a-HA!

SALLY: [approaching] Did someone mention carmul?

FRANK: AGH!

BARNABY: [delighted] Perfect timing, Sally!

SALLY: What, for a delicious morsel? Hand it over, thank you!

FRANK: You’re all wrong, and I’ll prove it! We’re going to go around the neighborhood and - wait. [under his breath] One two three four - [returns to normal volume] we’re taking this to Poppy’s!

BARNABY: Then Home, then Howdy, yeah yeah - might as well ask the daisies, too.

JULIE: Oooh, and the butterflies! 

SALLY: While we’re at it, we should phone everyone in the book, just to get the widest audience input.

FRANK: [unamused] You all think you’re so funny. 

EDDIE: Well, you gotta admit it’s… it’s… 

[brief, tense pause. Eddie clears his throat]

EDDIE: It’s perfectly sensible!

[Frank makes an affronted noise]

FRANK: Poppy will see sense.

-

POPPY: I’d be delighted to have a cah-mehl, but I’m afraid it-

FRANK: [aghast, truly astonished] You’re joking. You have to be joking. CAH-MEHL? Does no one in this town have sense?! Besides Eddie, of course. And Julie - on a technicality.

EDDIE: [oddly pleased] Why thank you. 

POPPY: My goodness, did- did I say it wrong?

BARNABY: [gleeful] Not in the least, Pops!

SALLY: As far as I’m concerned, you added an extra layer of… pizazz to the word. In fact, I may adjust my own pronunciation accordingly!  

POPPY: [flustered] Oh, well, I didn’t - don’t change on my account -

SALLY: Take the compliment, Poppy. 

POPPY: [meekly] Thank you.

[Sally wanders from the group, practicing the slightly adjusted pronunciation]

WALLY: I’m not sure I understand. What’s wrong with carmul or… care… mul… carmel…

POPPY: Don’t strain yourself dear, you’ll get a migraine.

FRANK: What’s wrong is that it’s ENTIRELY incorrect! It! Is! Pronounced! Caramel!

JULIE: Aww, Frank, I’m sure Home and Howdy will agree with us! Team Caramel, WOOO!

BARNABY: [barely restrained disbelief] Boy, won’t they! 

POPPY: I’m not sure what the fuss is about… there isn’t much of a difference, is there?

[Frank makes a high pitched, frustrated noise and stomps off. He can be heard calling Home’s name in the background]

JULIE: Oop, there he goes!

POPPY:  Oh - oh dear. I didn’t mean to rile him up.

BARNABY: Don’t twist your beak about it - Frank’s just bein’ Frank. Now if you’ll excuse us, I wanna see how it goes with Home.

WALLY: [quietly, thoughtful] But Home doesn’t talk like us…

POPPY: If you’re sure… Do let me know how it goes. 

SALLY: [swaying back to the group] I’ll phone you post-haste! Or even better, I can come by for one of your delicious muffins and regale you with the whole escapade, in detail.

POPPY: [audibly pleased] That sounds - well that sounds like a wonderful idea! I have some fresh from this morning-

BARNABY: Sounds great! See you around, Poppy.

-

FRANK: Home, I have an important question to ask you. Is the correct pronunciation for this candy ‘carmul’, or ‘caramel’? One creak for caramel, two for the incorrect carmul.

BARNABY: Talk about a bias…

[Home stays silent. Sally yawns.]

FRANK: One creak for caramel, two-

[Home slowly shuts their curtains]

FRANK: Hmph! The nerve… well, I suppose a house that can’t speak shouldn’t have a say, anyway.

WALLY: Home can speak. He just does it differently.

BARNABY: And I’m pretty sure they just agreed with me, Walls, an’ Sally.

JULIE: They did not!

BARNABY: Looked like it to me!

SALLY: I have to agree with Julie. Home just declared itself a neutral party, and so the vote can’t be counted either way. On to Howardson!

JULIE: Yes! Howdy! Our last hope!

FRANK: He may have terrible taste in company, but he’s a sensible businessman. Poppy and Home have let me-

JULIE: Us!

FRANK: -us down, but surely Howdy will back us up. 

BARNABY: [faux-serious tone, knows something they don’t] Absolutely. Without a doubt.

-

[store bell chimes]

HOWDY: Howdy-do - [brief pause, a tinge of surprise] everyone! My my, what brings the entire neighborhood to my bountiful bodega? Finally decided to clean me out for good?

BARNABY: [snorts] With how fast you restock? I think I’d break my funnybone!

FRANK: We have important business.

HOWDY: [mildly curious] Do we? That’s news to me! But I’m letting you know now that I don’t deal in bugs, Frankly. It’d be hypocritical. 

FRANK: Believe me, I wish I were here to talk insects. Unfortunately, I need to settle a score. Mr. Dear, if you would?

EDDIE: If I would what?

SALLY: [stage-whisper] Barnabello gave you the, ah, parcel earlier?

EDDIE: The…? Oh! Oh, right - I have it right here, just… give me a second… which pocket…? There we go.

[sound of a small, hard candy placed on the countertop] 

HOWDY: A carmul all for me? You shouldn’t have! No, really, you shouldn’t have. I’m on the clock.

BARNABY: [loud bark of laughter] I knew I could count on you, pal! So what’s the tally, Frankie?

[Frank mutters something inaudible]

BARNABY: What was that? I couldn’t hear you over the sound of me bein’ right!

FRANK: [explosive] You’re all wrong! The correct pronunciation is caramel, CARAMEL! You’re all - you’re all just - heathens! Heathens, I say! I’m taking my company elsewhere! 

EDDIE: Mr. Frankly…

JULIE: [overlapping, following] Aw, c’mon Frank! 

[the door jingles. Julie and Frank’s hushed arguing in the doorway underlies the dialogue]

HOWDY: It sounds like I missed quite the context! Mind filling me in?

BARNABY: That was pretty much it; a real potato potahto argument.

HOWDY: If you say so, Barn. Speaking of potahtos-

[the background argument abruptly cuts off, the door jingles again as it's closed]

FRANK: [rapidly rejoining the group] Hold it! You don’t really say potahto, do you?

BARNABY: [under breath] Here we go again…

SALLY: [deeply amused] Where on Earth did you pick up such a butchered pronunciation? I must have missed the sign on my tour down from the heavens.

EDDIE: [baffled, underlying the dialogue] I’ve never heard anyone say it that way.

JULIE: Oh! Is it a joke? Like, Barnaby says potato-potahto, and then you jokingly say potahto to make us laugh? 

HOWDY: It’s not a joke. That’s how it’s said.

FRANK: [genuinely disturbed] No - no one says that. It’s potato.

HOWDY: Well I say potahto, thank you very much! And if you ever want one from my store again, you’d do well to accept that.

[Various grumbles of reluctant acceptance]

HOWDY: Good. Now, can I get any of you a refreshing drink after such a squall? You must be parched! 

WALLY: I wouldn’t mind a glass of mulk.

[Horrified silence. A pin drop would be deafening]

[Sudden uproarious and overlapping argument]

#consider this a low budget dollar store fanfic #didnt want to write an actual fic so Just The Dialogue Works Fine #anyway ive never tried to write a script-adjacent Anything so have mercy on me #i dont know what im doing ever! im having fun anyways! #and for the record! im team carmul #well all pronunciations are valid in my book but i say carmul #always have always will dont know why dont know how #my parents tried to make me say it 'caramel' growing up and uhhh No <3 #its fuckin carmul to me. To Me. #i dont say potahto tho. who the fuck does that who isnt a 50s mob boss in jersey #if a 50s mob boss in jersey is reading this: you'll never catch me alive #absolutely unprompted #welcome home #hmmm i should have a writing tag at this point #yk what ill just reuse - wait no i cant reuse the one from my dc sideblog #oh fuck it we'll stay on theme #snippets from the bog #yeah this little writing thing has been in my docs for like. #checking my nonexistent watch here. mmmmmmdont know. a while #and im slightly terrified to post! #its one thing posting art - posting any sort of writing is like breaking your ribs open with a crab cracker #and saying Hi! Have A Taste! I Hope My Viscera Isn't Completely Disgusting! #my god i hope they're at least acceptably in character. im trying im trying #i hope this gives someone a laugh! #or at least a hearty Chortle #or... blowing air through your nose in amusement. yes

[bongo-clash]

Peacock Au Part 2

Okay so!!! Part two of this post about the DPxDC eldritch Danny fic that I'm now calling the peacock au lmao!!!!

(Chapter two of the fic under the cut) (Edit: You can now find part 3 Here!!!)

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When the feeling of being just slightly dispersed settles onto the outer layer of his skin while he’s lying in bed, Danny knows what’s about to happen.

The thing is, he’s in his pyjamas. Sure, he could just stay in his human form for the summoning- because he’s done it before and it went fine- but he never knows who it’s going to be, and being spirited away to some college students’ dorm in his pyjamas is embarrassing. And sure, having something appear in the circle in the first place is probably enough that they’re not paying attention to what he’s wearing either way, but he refuses to bank on that. So, with a sigh, he allows himself the transformation, his human appearance falling easily away. 

It always feels more natural to be a ghost during rituals, probably because they’re summoning a ghost and not a human, but still, it’s different. He feels that little bit looser, maybe even a little more himself, though he guesses being a bit more glow-y is just nice generally, and the space decals that tend pop up as part of his whole light-show-summons are a homely touch. On the other hand, it does make it harder to take stock of his surroundings when he finally fades into view wherever he is. He can make out vague grey walls and floors, but that’s about it. 

Well, that and the man in front of him. Blond, taller than him if he wasn’t in the air, somewhere past his forties, wearing a beige trenchcoat and looking oddly terrified. Danny can see his hands shaking just a little. Does he know this guy from somewhere?

“Uh, dude?” Danny calls, going for something light. It’s annoying being dragged from the comfort of his own home, definitely, but this guy doesn’t look like some cult member, and if he’s alone and this scared it might mean he really needs the help. Danny can sympathise with doing stupid things in stupid situations. “You good? You’re not looking too hot there.”

He knows he’s using ghost speak, but it feels weird to use English in a summoning like this, and fortunately, Danny spies a translation sigil wrapped around the inner centre of the circle, so he knows it should be translating right back to the guy in front of him. Very handy for language barriers, he’ll admit- and it’s working, too, if the reply is any indication. 

“I was told you could- you could help with the pits?”

His voice is gravelly, and he can’t tell if it’s because he’s nervous, doesn’t speak much, a smoker, or all three. Either way, probably not Danny’s business, and right now he’s just curious about what the man’s talking about. “Pits? That’s kinda vague, man. What pits?”

“The Lazarus pits to, uh, to be specific. There’s a huge one cropping up under Gotham that’s not supposed to be there, and the local- I mean, the locals are getting antsy about it. I… heard you could take care of ‘em.”

Lazarus Pits. He’s heard of those, Clockwork’s mentioned them a couple of times. They’re natural portals that open when enough energy is built up, and end up stabilising into the ground instead of collapsing to help seep ambient ectoplasm into the air. They don’t work as actual portals after that, but it’s vital to keep at least a few around no matter how corrupted they can get through human interference, because it keeps the balance of both realms steady. Having too many around isn’t a good thing, though, and especially not in populated areas. It can cause ecto-contamination, which is a lot more dangerous when you haven’t been around it since birth (or if you aren’t from Amity). 

Speaking of which, it certainly is stinking up the place, now that he’s aware of it. Or maybe that’s just Gotham, he’s heard a lot about-

Hang on. Gotham. Weird potentially magic dude. He knew he recognised him! That’s John Constantine! Danny’s heard of John Constantine! Sam’s got her fingers in enough credible occult spaces that they’re at least vaguely aware of some of his endeavours, but if he’s in Gotham then that probably means he’s doing something for the Batman and, wow, Danny totally would’ve tried to go more professional for this if he knew this was going to be his first encounter with the Justice League,of all things. 

Well, he guesses it’s too late now. At least the guy’s not being too weird about it or anything. “Man, yeah, I’ve totally got the smell stuck up my nose now that you mention it. Do you get that as well? Since, y’know, you’ve probably dealt with a couple ghosts.”

“Uh… no, I don’t think so. But can you fix it?”

Dang, the guy seems stressed about this. Maybe he just doesn’t like being in Gotham territory? He’s pretty sure he’s heard of Batman having a thing about magic. “Sure I can.”

“…Will you fix it?”

Danny figures that if they already know about his status through his Zone maintenance duties, and he’s going to be helping the Justice League, he might as well show off a little bit. Assenting with a hum and trying not to grin, he puts his hands to the floor, and lets his ectoplasm reach out to the source of the smell, sending a flash of light across the ground as it goes through. When it twinges back a response, he closes his eyes, and his energy curls around it, threading through like needles to seams, and pushes it shut with a gentle nudge. Luckily, it hadn’t been around for too long- barely fully formed and not even corrupted by human contact yet- it would’ve be a lot more difficult if it had. 

He lets his hands rise up again after a long moment, looking to Constantine for a reaction. He can’t quite gauge what the man is thinking. “Alrighty, that should’ve done it.”

“Uh… cheers?”

He’s about to say something along the lines of ‘no problem’ or ‘you’re welcome’, but then he remembers he should probably warn him about the aftermath so he doesn’t freak. “The pit shouldn’t come back again, but just as like, a PSA: you might see more shades than usual hovering around for the next while. It shouldn’t be too big a deal so long as you leave ‘em alone, though, so don’t worry about it.”

For all that Danny’s trying to be considerate here, Constantine doesn’t look very considerated. “Can I- uh, yeah, great advice. ‘Appreciate it. But, can I ask just, y’know, what you are? Or not.”

“…Dude, what d’you think I am?”He replies, thoroughly bemused. Isn’t this guy supposed to be one of the League’s paranormal experts or something? He really should be able to recognise a ghost by now. “I keep your Lazarus Pits in check. You know, the pits of the dead?”

Okay, maybe a little rude on his side, but he thinks Constantine’s expression is a bit of an overreaction; he can see the sheen of sweat across the man’s forehead reflecting the light of the sigils. “Fair enough! Forget I asked- cheers for sorting out that pit, though. Uh, don’t suppose you’ll just let me go on my way or anything now.”

“Well, I mean, this was a favour for Batman, right?” He asks blithely, pointedly not paying attention to the way the man’s face keeps contorting. He swears Sam said he was more stoic than this. “I’m gonna go- ‘cause I’ve got things to do- but I guess if something comes up I’ll come to you? Or Batman, since this is his city and all. Don’t worry, I’ll let you know.”

Figuring there’s nothing left to be said, Danny lets the return sigil on the edge of the circle activate and punt him back home, wheezing a half-sigh and arching his back once the wispy image of wherever they’d been recedes. He probably looks exhausted after all that- no matter how recently formed the pit was, it still takes a little strain, and he’d just been about to sleep before he got summoned- but looking in the mirror on his wall for confirmation, he doesn’t find his usual face. Something twinges against where his spine should be, confirming its own previously unnoticed presence in the mortal plane. 

…He didn’t go ghost when Constantine summoned him, he used his true form. That must be why he looked so nervous that whole time! And, man, ghostspeak never translates over quite right in this form, either- the Ancients use a different dialect to original ghostspeak- the man probably wasn’t hearing what Danny thought he was at all. What if the only reason he wasn’t attacking was because he was terrified? What must Constantine have thought of him? 

Crap. He has to fix this. How is he going to find him?

#Peppered in some of my own worldbuilding about ectoplasm/the pits in DC there but Still- #I just thought it'd be Really Funny if Danny had absolutely no clue what he was saying was coming across so terrifying #Like- sure he Can say that kind of ominous stuff on his own- but I think it'd be really great #If no one knew when it was a translation error or if he meant it #If there's any mistakes in the please be kind I forget how to read when I'm editing- #Chapter 3's already done so I should be posting that either tomorrow or the day after!! #It'll pretty much be the conclusion to this whole thing but I've been talking to Bones and she's got So Many cool ideas #That I really want to make a part 4 for because they're really fun!!! #Either way this has been really nice to do!!! #dp au #danny phantom au #dp fic #danny phantom fanfiction #dpxdc #danny fenton #danny phantom #Bongo's Aus!!! #Bongo's Writing!!! #peacock au

[rainbowsandwhumperflies]

tw for vomit and tooth whump

Apparently your teeth are kinda easy to erode? If you've never heard of "mountain dew teeth" it's when you drink too much mountain dew and even if you brush teeth really well, your teeth just start wearing away.

Anyway, this can also happen if you have bad acid reflux, or if you vomit a lot. This is because your stomach acid is pretty acidic and will literally wear away your bones if it comes up too much. (mt dew is also pretty acidic, and more common)

So yeah. Does your whumpee get access to the right quality of food? (Different types of food can affect acid reflux a lot. Frequent vomiting is a whole other problem.) And the right quality of dental care?

#i'm actually a huge nerd about this #i had a dentist appointment recently and they absolutely terrify me so i had to learn everything i could about it before going #but one of the things i didn't learn until i was there was acid reflux! #which apparently i have. pretty bad. i didn't even know but my dentist took one look at my teeth and was like 'do you have digestive issues #so yeah. there's that #rainbow's whump #whump #whump writing #whumpee #rainbow's prompts #whump prompt #whump scenario #also listen istg i will post drabbles soon instead of uncoordinated thoughts #i actually have real edited oc content coming at some point! just gotta get brain energy to type it

[itskindnessinfinite]

A little something I wrote because there’s no way I believe that Eddie doesn’t remember Buck during the shooting. Takes place during some nebulous time post 6x12. buddie. 1468 words.

It’s another evening in Eddie’s house. They’re both standing in Eddie's kitchen with a beer each. It’s been quiet for several minutes and usually Buck wouldn’t mind being together in silence with Eddie. Most times he would even welcome it. But there’s a weird atmosphere surrounding them that almost makes Buck’s skin itch.

Before he can think about it too much, Buck quickly takes the final gulp of beer as he shoots Eddie a quick glance above the rim. Eddie’s looking down on the ground, playing slowly with the bottle in his hands. There’s a small frown between his eyebrows. If Buck didn’t know him better he’d say that Eddie looks nervous.

“You okay?” Buck lowers the bottle and lets it rest against his thigh.

“Huh?” Eddie’s eyes are bigger than normal when he finally looks at Buck, surprised. A second later he huffs what could only be described as an almost laugh before he finishes his own beer and returns his gaze to a spot somewhere next to the table legs. Buck’s eyes don't leave Eddie. He feels a small feeling of… something start to unfurl in his gut. He doesn’t really know what to make of it but soon his mouth is dry and he really wishes he hadn’t finished his beer yet.

“You can talk to me,” Buck tries to encourage him but Eddie just nods, still staring down at the floor. His hands are slowly clenching and unclenching around the bottle.

Suddenly Buck is hit with the thought that Eddie still hasn’t touched him since the lightning strike. Sure, maybe a small touch of hands when Eddie handed him a beer but nothing else. No hug or reassuring hand on his shoulder. No small bump against his arm to check in on him between calls. Why did that change between them and how did Buck not realize it until now? A nasty stone starts to grow in his chest at the thought.

“Eddie,” Buck turns his body slightly more towards Eddie. He can feel a frown between his eyebrows. Eddie finally sighs as he turns his gaze to Buck. For a moment it seems like he’s about to say something but he bites his lip. Buck’s pretty sure he must have a will of steel to not let his gaze wander down from Eddie’s eyes.

“How’s the dating going?” Eddie finally asks. That’s not where he thought this conversation was going.

“I could ask you the same thing,” Buck answers. The bewilderment must be all over his face because he can see a small twitch of amusement on Eddie’s lips as he looks at Buck. But that’s the only reaction he gets. Eddie continues to look at him. He’s clearly still expecting an answer.

“It’s… not really going anywhere,” Buck relents at last, looking away for a moment. This would be a perfect moment for him to say that the one he wants is right in front of him. But he can’t. He won’t risk his friendship with Eddie like that. 

Eddie hums. There’s a thoughtful glint to his eyes this time and Buck really wishes he could understand what he’s thinking about. Buck is usually the one who can see beyond the shield that Eddie puts up but this time the shield is thicker than he’s used to and it’s almost driving him crazy.

“I lied,” Eddie admits finally and then amends, “well maybe not lied, but I didn’t tell you the whole truth.”

“About what?” Buck cocks his head to the right, trying to keep up with where the conversation is going.

“The shooting,” Eddie looks at him and Buck feels his throat close up when he thinks back to that day as he shifts slightly where he’s standing. He waits for Eddie to continue.

“I remember,” Eddie starts. His gaze seems to have landed somewhere just above Buck’s shoulder but the slight glaze to his eyes tells Buck that he’s not entirely present. 

“I remember you. I remember you being the last thing I saw before everything went dark. I remember being at peace knowing that your face would be the last thing I would see before I died,” Eddie stops there for a second and Buck’s not entirely sure what he’s listening to but before he has enough time to dwell on it Eddie continues, “but I also remember that my biggest regret was not being able to tell you how I truly feel... about you.” 

Buck can feel his eyes grow big as saucers and he almost drops the bottle in his hand because he’s pretty sure his ears must be malfunctioning. There’s no way he just heard Eddie say what he thought he did.

“What?” Buck shakes his head to try to make sense of the scrambled thoughts in his head. When he once again focuses on Eddie there’s a sad kind of acceptance in his eyes.

“Yeah, I don’t expect you to feel the same,” Eddie looks away but Buck has barely even begun to process Eddie’s previous confession. A smile starts to tug at the edges of his lips but he quickly suppresses it. Eddie might not be telling him what he has wanted to hear for... he doesn’t even know how long.

“What?” seems to be the only coherent way for Buck to express himself.

“Sorry, I just–,”

“Eddie, stop,” Buck finally gets out as he puts the bottle on the counter behind him to try to give himself some time to gather his jumbled thoughts. Eddie freezes and the resigned slump to his frame makes Buck want to wrap his arms around him and never let go.

“What do you mean?” there’s an almost frantic way to his voice as he stares at Eddie. Eddie is quiet for a few seconds, just staring at Buck, but then a small spark of hope lights up in his eyes.

“I’m in love with you,” Eddie breathes out and this time Buck doesn’t bother hiding the smile on his face, not that he could if he wanted to. He tries to say something, to reciprocate, but the only thing he’s able to do is nod. 

“You–?” Eddie barely gets the word out before he stops and then a smile is adorning his lips. A smile that makes Buck weak at the knees.

Before he knows it Eddie takes two big steps and then there’s just a few inches between their bodies. The counter digs into his hips and the beer bottle that used to be in Eddie’s hand is nowhere to be seen but Buck doesn’t care about that right now. The only thing he cares about is Eddie. The look in Eddie’s eyes. As if he’s trying to determine if Buck’s really implying what he wants Buck to imply.

“Can I…?” Eddie whispers as he slowly, reverently, raises his hands and lets them hover just an inch over Buck’s face. So close to touching but not quite there. Yet. Buck can only nod, his dry throat making it impossible to speak. The moment Eddie’s hands cups his face Buck leans into his touch and closes his eyes. He lets himself feel Eddie. Feels that despite him having just been holding a cold beer bottle, Eddie’s hands are warm and soft. There’s a small tremor that goes through Eddie’s hands and straight into Buck’s soul.

Eddie takes a small step closer, their noses now barely touching as they breathe each other’s air. A second later they’re kissing. He doesn’t know who initiated it, just that it happened and then Buck finds that his own hands are now wrapped around Eddie’s waist lazily.

The first kiss is slow, almost hesitant. Buck feels Eddie’s thumb caressing his cheek. Then Eddie pushes him even closer into the counter and a leg is all of a sudden between his thighs. Buck’s hands travel upward before they stop and carefully dig into Eddie’s shoulder blades. Buck opens his mouth and immediately feels Eddie’s tongue dart inside. He almost groans at the feeling.

He doesn’t know how long it lasts but eventually they have to lean back. Though Buck still keeps his forehead pressed against Eddie’s. Now that they’re touching each other again, Buck never wants to stop.

“I’m in love with you too,” Buck whispers and Eddie lets out a breathless laugh before he gives Buck a soft smile. A smile that reaches his eyes and lights up his entire face. Buck never wants to live in a world without that smile.

Eddie then tugs him into a hug and Buck quickly wraps his arms around Eddie’s back as he buries his face in Eddie’s neck. Buck takes a deep breath before he tightens his hold on Eddie. Eddie, who is his safe space. His home. And now he always will be.

#evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #el writes #this scenario refused to leave my brain so i had to write it #writing is not something i do that often so i'm sorry if this sucks #i'm absolutely terrified to post this so please be nice 😅 #i'm sure someone else has already written this and written it better but idk i still wanna share this #also this is my first 911 fic so i'm sorry if it ooc #fic recs #911 abc

[ladycrimsonandblack]

I absolutely love post-ts timeline for exactly one reason – just imagine being a normal citizen of One Piece world and having the newspapers report about that one crazy pirate almost every day.

Like, you have that one pirate. He’s a pretty infamous pirate these days, a rookie that crashed a war between the Marines and Whitebeard, escaped barely alive, and then came back to Marineford to ring a bell, all in the company of the Knight of the Sea and the fucking Dark King Rayleigh. Pretty ballsy, you think. They raise his bounty to 400,000,000 berries, which is a decent amount for the New World, except he doesn’t appear again after that. People say he’s dead. You have nothing to worry about.

You have everything to worry about.

Two years later, he and his whole crew reappear and venture into the New World with a splash. Something went down with the Marines, very hush-hush, and something more public went down on some concert, but the point is, Strawhat Luffy is at large once again. That’s okay. New World’s tough. He’ll wash out eventually. You don’t expect to hear about him soon anyway. He’s been pretty low-key for the last two years, there’s no way he’ll do something big in the Emperors’ territory.

You hear about him in the newspapers six days later. He’s made an alliance with that new Shichibukai, defeated a different Shichibukai, released a whole country from tyranny and managed to evade capture by a goddamn Admiral. His bounty is now 500,000,000 berries. Huh, you think. That did not take long at all.

You feel like this can’t go on for long. Surely, someone will stop him. He’ll be killed by an Emperor at this rate.

Two weeks later, you receive another newspaper. Strawhat Luffy’s bounty is now 1,500,000,000 berries, he tried to assassinate Big Mom and escaped from her armies without any great losses, defeated two of her Sweet Commanders and, oh, he has a his very own fleet now. They call him a Fifth Emperor. You did not expect this.

Surely, surely, someone will stop this kid. He’s been in the New World for maybe three weeks at this point. This cannot go on. Everyone know that the Emperors will crush any rising stars that don’t submit. Strawhat Luffy probably doesn’t have long.

A month after that, two Emperors are down at the hands of Strawhat Luffy, who is now definitely an Emperor. His bounty has doubled. He is now one of the four most powerful people in the New World. Huh.

He’s been in the New World for two months and has done what nobody else has managed in the last twenty years. You don’t know what’s real anymore. You can’t have a single damn day without seeing his face in the newspapers. Even when he’s not there, you still double-check, because it feels kinda weird that he’s not on the front page. That has been your life for the last two months. It feels longer.

You wonder what he’s going to do next.

#one piece #i absolutely love that the post-ts basically happened in two months #luffy's been in the new world for two months now and he's an emperor now #imagine how this looks from the outside #people must be terrified #spoilers #i guess #op spoilers #ficlet #my writing

[aptericia]

maybe this a strange thing to get hung up on but like. I can’t be the only one who subconsciously texts my friends a bit more professionally after writing a long email to my professor. Or whose internal monologue temporarily changes to sound like that YouTuber I just binged for 3 hours. Or who acts a little more excited and dramatic after watching an action movie. It’s normal to pick up patterns from other people and situations, right?? Why do my friends act so surpised when I start acting more like them, or tell me I “shouldn’t change who I am”? Like buddy. In NO social interaction am I presenting the Real Me. And besides that, you’re an important part of my life—why would it be so weird to be influenced by you? I don’t like being thought of as Weird or Not Genuine just because I do something differently from your previous expectations of me.

#personal #tbh most of the comments I get abt this are observations (like “when did you pick up that phrase??”) not judgy #but what really got me into this line of thinking was a comment from a friend about a year-ish ago? #she told me “you act so weird when you’re around [mutual friend of ours]. It’s like your whole personality changes.” #and I said “haha yeah well you two are pretty different from each other and I guess I tend to subconsciously act like the people I’m around #and she was like “yeah ik what you mean. I try not to do that” #which now that I write it… she technically said nothing about me #anyway I just. idk. so much of my comfort in social situations stems from being able to act like a part of the community #which I assumed meant act similar to them. but after that exchange it felt like it was more about what they already expected of me #which is absolutely terrifying because I can’t read their minds and CANNOT KNOW what expectations they have #I should probably get over that convo from a year ago like ik most people don’t think that way #but it really worsened my anxiety #anyway thx for reading now please forget I ever posted this #ramblings

[amoneki-ramblings]

hngh. okay first rant post I just think amoneki is so insane especially for how much they care and respect for each other right up until the very end like???

okay first of all there's obviously the way that they outright say (even if it's not directly to each other) that they don't want the other to die

Also the fact that Amon tells Kaneki to take a Break. In the middle of a fight. (Which also adds him to the pool of characters that are trying to tell Kaneki to tell him to just let himself rest for once (who he does Not listen to))

Also the fact that when Kaneki deals his first (and only) potentially fatal blow to Amon Ever, instead of feeling betrayed by the fact that he was trying to avoid attacking him before or thinking "Oh so this is where he finally tries to actually kill me" Amon just calls Kaneki strong. He Cut Off His Arm and Amon's first thought is just to say that he thinks he's strong, even if this should technically be a sort of betrayal to all their previous encounters and a Contradiction to what Amon observed at the beginning of this fight about how Kaneki really wasn't planning on killing him (it's like even though this happened he knows deep down that it wasn't with a real killing Intent).

He doesn't even think about himself or that he might Actually Die he's just thinking about Kaneki even right then and afterwards

(ohhh my god I hate Amon (/affecionate) I have so many Thoughts about him especially thoughts Specifically about how he has a sort of idealized version of Kaneki in his head from the few times they've interacted I could talk about it for Hours (but then I'm gonna be here for ages and I will get So off track) )

And it's also about the fact that. In his final thoughts/words in tg Kaneki opens up with Amon's words; these are his words that have been stuck in his head ever since he first heard them and they are some of the last words he clings to before he's "erased". (When I first saw that line near the opening of the final chapter I almost lost my Shit) Like,

It's about how even up until the end they're thinking about what they said to each other at that first encounter by the river

It's about how much impact they've had and Continue to have on each other even when they're basically Dying (and it's partially the others' fault)

It's about the actually Insane amount of parallels and the flipping of their situations between their first encounter and their last (in the original series)

It's about how neither of them deal the killing blow in an "unfair" fight (when the other is basically disarmed) but once they're on equal grounds that's the closest they've come to Actually killing the other and even then they don't want that to Actually happen and both hold onto that same thought

It's about how the natural thing would be for them to just fight and/or kill the other without a thought but they don't because "This guy's Different"

Enemies to It's Complicated. Enemies to you-have-impacted-my-worldview-in-irreversible-ways-and-I-wish-I-could-just-sit-down-and-talk-with-you-but-can't

Enemies to I-should-hate-you-because-you-(technically indirectly)-caused-the-death-of-someone-I-cared-about-but-also-your-words-won't-leave-my-head-and-I-want-to-know-more-about-you-also-I-don't-want-to-kill-you-but-you're-not-leaving-me-much-choice

Amoneki divorce has me so fucked up

#tokyo ghoul #tg #kaneki ken #amon koutarou #amoneki #amoneki ramblings #koutarou amon #ken kaneki #while i know a lot of what happens between them in :re i'm not actually There yet #so i'm stuck in a perpetual cycle of looking at them in original tg #and losing my mind Every God Damn Time #i did it i made a post. i made a blog in fact i got encouraged and caved Instantly #ummmm psss pss there's amoneki here if you're interested #however also please read my pinned i (shamefully) have not finished the manga (yet) i'm working on it okay !! #these mfs interact directly like Four times and i am playing those scenes on loop forever in my head #they're so married they're so divorced it's ruining my life /pos #okay but actually i spent like an hour writing this instead of doing homework so maybe /neg too #they're so married and donato knows it's like not even funny #absolutely terrified about posting in the main tags but. gotta get out there somewhere right??

[brother-emperors]

I'm so sorry if you get tired of answering asks about Pompey and Crassus BUT your response to the anon asking if Crassus let Pompey get away with things really got me thinking! Specifically about the way that Plutarch (I think?) says that Crassus didn't hold ill-will against Pompey for "stealing" his triumph. And how it feels like Crassus just kind of decided to shrug it off and instead asked Pompey for help for the consulship elections. Crassus seems so ruthless and direct while on the field, and I have so many questions about how he and Pompey worked together in Spoletium which will never be answered 😭 But then when it comes to politics I really can't see the pattern!

oh, I love talking about Crassus (and Pompey too, by extension), literally I can't stop. you can ask several people. I'll be talking about one thing, and all of a sudden: Crassus has entered the conversation. it's terrible, I can't stop. mostly, it takes me a thousand years to articulate my thoughts in any kind of way that makes sense.

I actually think that there are two times that Crassus subtextually calls Pompey a bitch, and the triumph incident is one of them!

specifically in that Crassus's comment about it:

Crassus, for all his self-approval, did not venture to ask for the major triumph, and it was thought ignoble and mean in him to celebrate even the minor triumph on foot, called the ovation, for a servile war.

Crassus is also not the first person to hold this sentiment.

Crassus' Ovation in 71 B.C., B.A. Marshall

I think it's important to remember that for Rome as a whole, the Third Servile War was terrifying because of the scale of the threat it posed to how an imperial wheelhouse running on a slave economy functions, but also because it's really fucking embarrassing for Rome's identity.

Crassus is also not the first person who commands the leading role against Spartacus. Spartacus goes through two other commanders before Rome asks Crassus to enter the scene. Crassus specifically is a private citizen when he is asked to step into this role: up until now, Rome's own praetors and consuls have failed to rise to the occasion.

Crassus' Ovation in 71 B.C., B.A. Marshall

Marcus Crassus and the Late Roman Republic, Allen Mason Ward

this is a deeply humiliating moment for the Roman reputation and identity. Pompey taking credit for Crassus' victory is an expected power grab, but it's also kind of cringe that he did it. Crassus was doing Roman's Duty To The State (or, if you like a spicier take on it, may have pulled strings for it. after all, you can't consider a man rich unless he can fund his own army. and the army Crassus brought with him for this was is own)

and so taking credit for that is like. man. this was NOT a "glorious war" that was fought. (Lucullus cites this as a blemish on Pompey's character during his vulture speech, it's very fun!)

so while Crassus may have realized that writing back to Rome and requesting back up was a mistake because whoever showed up would have the world's easiest time taking credit and accepted that it would happen, I do think that he took alternative measures to even the playing field in a 'okay sure, have your triumph, but don't think you're going to have it all,' kind of way because he also does this

Marcus Crassus and the Late Roman Republic, Allen Mason Ward

Pliny, Natural History 15.125

Gell. NA 5.6.23

Cic. Pis. 58

which does not strike me as the behavior of someone who is letting Pompey just run away with it without any kind of pushback.

and now to throw out literally everything I just said about the Triumph Incident, B.A. Marshall (whose article I've cited several times already in this) has an incredibly compelling case to make that there wasn't really as much conflict between the two over this as ancient narratives might indicate (which. seems to be a recurring theme with them)

Crassus' Ovation in 71 B.C., B.A. Marshall

I will stick to my narrative speculation that some of their respective peers probably thought it was at least embarrassing behavior on Pompey's part, because Lucullus has a lot of vitriol to direct at Pompey, and he does cite this incident as something negative to Pompey's overall character) someone who steals credit and glory from other people). so. hm. I think the assumed personal and periodically biting rivalry (in addition to the usual political rivalry) between the two is extremely fun, but so is. this. thoughts! much to think about.

#.....i think i got a little off topic here. i actually have a writing doc up bc i wrote a whole draft for a reply #bc with patterns in their politics is like. ohhhhhh my god do i have thoughts about how they keep working together. #even when they're fighting they're working together it makes me unwell #people will speculate that pompey and crassus may have worked together to avoid another civil war during their lifetime #and i was like. well that's kind of generous. but its like. well. WELL!!!!! #unfortunately a lot of the political undermining and scheming and fuckery fully broke the republic beyond repair like RIP. so sorry for #you all. i cant even fully blame it on them. after all. they are considered sullan proteges. the ghost of sulla strikes again! #anyway i think politically he has a different kind of ruthlessness: iron clad conviction and the brains to know #how to accomplish it. terrifying combination! #like when people were in my tags going 'good for him!' about punching a fellow senator #like babes. he was not the good guy in that moment. what they were trying to pass was very much Not Good For The Republic #like he was absolutely eroding the fail safes on the roman republic political system On Purpose #ask tag #long post

[toribookworm22]

You may have noticed that I accidentally skipped out on WBW today. I kinda had a wild ride of a day. Not bad, just... a time.

Sooooo, here's my updated post schedule:

Thursday - WBW delayed

Friday - clean out day

Saturday - STS

Sunday - Art Blogs

#bookworm updates #tentative post schedule #yall i got four hours of sleep last night #then i took a nap between classes and had an absolutely realistically terrifying nightmare #and ive also done quite a bit of homework including writing nine pages of my screenplay #so yeah #a time #🙃 #bookworming

[eoinmcgonigal]

it's really upsetting me so to get it off my chest i'm gonna confess that the positivity posts i saw yesterday really hurt. i didn't realise that was a thing in this fandom, and i wish it wasn't because those things inevitably leave people feeling left out and like their presence isn't worth anything to the fandom (plus readers, rebloggers and commenters are integral to fandom community but don't usually get a shoutout). i'm already struggling because of this horrible trend towards using threads in discord which renders most of the servers inaccessible to me, i feel extremely isolated and alone and unwanted, but i was doing okay muddling along churning out fic and a few silly polls and posts now and then until yesterday. the fic i posted today just made me feel so sad after i posted it. it was a lovely fic :( but like what is the point. if i'm worth so little i might as well not be here. why put the effort into making things if no one notices. i already feel so lonely it's like i'm being torn in two, posting things now and then brought me comfort but idk what i have now

#i'm in a deleting everything kinda mood #no one remembered me? oh. okay :( #fuckin hurts so much #i want to finish the johnny stuff but i feel so unbearably miserable now and i don't want to spend hogmanay like that #but i also can't bear to leave it unfinished #i wish i'd never scrolled my dash yesterday then i'd never have known about those posts #it brought me so much joy to write and share those fic #absolutely crushing to discover i don't inspire the same joy in the fandom #i was kinda impressed with having written so much i thought it was kinda cool #maybe it's just really fucking annoying idk #sorry just so lonely and upset and the places i find sanctuary are falling to pieces and i'd actually like to die now thanks #so much shit is going on irl you have no idea and i don't have a support network it's terrifying #nothing i do is worth anything #no one wants me #did u no my mother discarded all the photos that had me in them? kid me just. discarded. she took everyone else and threw me out #shit like that hurts i wish i had a new family or friends to chat to as a distraction when shit gets bad #i mean i get discord dm notifications (not server mentions) if anyone dms me but lol guess how often that happens #i get tumblr dm notifications it's been the only place i've talked to anyone for ages so shoutout to those two wonderful people #god i just. want to be included? #i tried #i failed #fuck. #maybe this is goodbye idk i had stuff to finish up/share #and a million more fics i wanted to write #i don't even know if i can face doing tomorrow's johnny fic #i wanted to do the 12 days of christmas too :( #but the fact now exists that i just... wasn't good enough for this fandom :'( #also i can't face the notifications tab #if it's not a Direct Message i won't see it #god there was SO MUCH i wanted to share! there were gifs i was gonna make to share the suffering and gift fic and silly posts

[inkykeiji]

>.<

#tw clari overshares #i really need to start making new friends on here and being more active #but the issue is just the mere *thought* of that fucking terrifies me #just typing out that single sentence has my heart pounding and my hands shaking and my stomach churning #i really wish i was kidding or over-exaggerating #i want so badly to make new friends and be active in a little community on here again #but i’m so so so scared #(of what?????????? of what!!!!!!!!!!!) #bring me back to 2020 clari who talked to people despite the anxiety and was so damn active and was having an absolute blast!!! #what happened to her!!!!! #she got really sick i guess #it’s crazy like sometimes i just scroll through my archive and i can SEE it #i can see myself getting sicker and sicker and withdrawing more and more #feeding into the fear and letting it win #and now i’m here #in this hole that i’m going to have to claw myself out of IN SPITE OF the terror i feel #i miss being a part of this community so much #i miss being able to post little drabbles willy nilly and not having breakdowns over them not being perfect #NOT obsessing over my own work and flaws it may have #i miss having fun #YES my writing is extremely important to me and YES i want to one day write for a living in some capacity #but since when did that mean i had to cut everyone off??? seclude myself in a protective little bubble??? #the only person who can fix this is me #(obviously hahaha) #it’s about time i put on my big girl pant(ie)s and faced that fear head on #i’m so sick of it dominating and controlling so much of my life #why did i let it take something so fucking important to me??? #i have to end it!!! #if u got this far in the tags: thank you and i’m sorry for venting #i just feel like i NEED to say this

[aq2003]

oh btw i get even more why brennan (like me) clocked sophomore year fabian as fucked up and sad even if some of the other pcs were like "what are you talking about dude" . it's because the basic core theses of fabian and leiland eftbk as characters are actually pretty similar

#AND matt mercer was like 'yes absolutely. my character has so many issues' meanwhile b4 lou could even say anything siobhan/adaine #went 'fabian isnt depressed his life rules.' #which like. 1) deeply incorrect statement. 2) fairly in character for adaine to say. 3) unfortunately this caused #a pretty big shift in tone w regards to how seriously fabian's arc ended up being executed #2.5) i could write a whole other post on how point 2 could be a super interesting thing to explore w adaine #she starts off so aware of there being no love from her parents towards her. so she sees love between a parent and a child #and cant conceptualize their relationship being ultimately harmful. like she learned long ago that there was no point seeking approval from #her parents meanwhile fabian made it his whole entire life's goal to do just that thing. both of them are fucked up in opposite directions. #crunchy concept yet very unexplored. and i'm not expecting this to happen in a potential s3 im just throwing ideas around like basebal #d20 #eftbk #fantasy high #sorry wrote all those tags then forgot to elaborate on how fabian and leiland are similar anyway it's this whole idea of #having this unhealthy dependency on the approval of someone you admire to the ends of the earth despite them being #fully and clearly a toxic influence on you. The whole illusion of inflated self worth howthat all crumbles when you Realize how fragile you #whole entire worldview was. and THEN you have an embarrassing breakdown in front of ur friends #and this is SO terrifying because you have really tried your best to look really cool and put-together in front of them #it's the 'getting knocked down SO hard and having to build yourself up by recognizing the love from your friends #+finding something completely different from the person you hinged your entire being on in order to find your way to the surface' of it all #also galfast/whitclaw are surprisingly similar narrative wise it's so funny to me. th storytelling series of nat 1s against an op enemy </3 #i think it WAS easier to execute leiland's character arc in the way it was bc a) he was played to be so CLEARLY insecure from minute 1 #and b) it is very easy to condemn ripoff sauron and say 'yeah this guy sucked and we're glad that leiland and maggie are free from him' #meanwhile for fabian. a) he has convinced himself that nothing is wrong with him even though there so clearly is #and b) you have to acknowledge that bill loved his son so deeply yet was such a bad influence on him #it's such a bittersweet-bitter complexity and i imagine it would be super hard to pull off esp when bill and fabian's dynamic is #played as fairly comedic most of the time. in this vein of 'this evil guy is so evil but he cares about his son this hard and it's funny' #and also just the fact this kind of bitter complicated parent-child dynamic is very rarely portrayed and pulled off well. #WHY the fuck are these tags so long if you read all this i'm so sorry

[mpregcatboyshin]

I find it interesting that Midori decided to take the route of becoming half doll. It makes me wonder why he refused to fully become a doll in the first place (I don't remember the game very well, so if he states why I'll come back to this later). For a man whose only fear is death, why not take the whole step to go beyond death? Why only take it halfway?

It would be so easy for him to just turn himself into an AI, create a copy that could live on, and continue in case he died (Though we all know he would do anything to prevent it). However, we know (at least at this point before the final part of the final chapter) that this is not the case. There is no AI of Midori, and the Midori we see is half human, half doll. While spare body parts of Midori exist, these likely are just that. Spare parts that are not intended to be used to assemble another doll. The part that interests me most is the spare head.

We know that Alice had "killed" Midori by pushing him, and Midori's head was stabbed through. We also know that he didn't bleed whatsoever, and was still able to function. But...how is that possible? Here's a few reasonings I've concluded:

The Midori that Alice met is the real, human doll Midori. While you could say that it was rather just another dummy doll, I highly doubt that was the case. Midori isn't the type of person to miss out on an opportunity like this. We all know how he loves to toy with people, so he has no real reason to send a doll to do this instead.

The human doll Midori is living without a brain. I think this is something not really talked about often which is interesting to me. There are so many implications with this. For starters, if Midori is without a brain then we have to assume he is an AI. But we're assured that there is only one, and the one we meet is the true genuine Midori. I don't think Nankidai would pull a twist with us and reveal something ridiculous (Like Midori's human body being split into two Midori dolls, one with a brain and one without). But I wonder why he would forgo possibly the most essential organ related to his humanity. Yes you can say that its an AI and he just decided to keep his human heart, but I really doubt that's the case. While we like to tie a lot of our humanity and feelings to the heart, in the end, the most essential organ that make us human is the brain. The brain is the entirety of our understanding of the world and ourselves. Its what gives us personality, it gives us everything we need to function. And I'm almost certain that Midori understands this, which is why he decided to keep his humanity instead of becoming full doll. Yet there's still so many questions and problems with this.

Midori has to have an AI of himself, that much we know thanks to Alice's murder. There is no way Midori took an injury like that with a human brain in his head and still functioned, much less not have any bleeding (yes I know you can technically live without a frontal lobe but it would hinder so many functions that Midori without any doubt still has). Aside from this, we can also assume that head spinning trick he does is more proof he doesn't have a human brain (even with amazing robotics, he'd still be left somewhat disorientated, not to mention how fast he was spinning, like come on). So this leaves us with the conclusion that he has human organs, or at least a majority of the rest of his body is organic.

So then...what does that leave us with? Midori walking around as a human doll, without a brain, possibly an AI? I just hope Nankidai addresses this in the final chapter, or we get some kind of answer because I feel like the lack of a brain here is significant...

#yttd #kimigashine #yttd midori #now here's a real off the wall theory i came up with while writing this post #remember how we saw a body in that one room #and we couldnt see who it was #but they were obviously on a medical examination table #i mean it would be absolutely insane but #what if thats midori #what if thats where his brain his #i cant find a good explanation as to why that would happen #or why he would want it to happen other than to cheat death #(but even still i think hes the type to accept it even if hes terrified of it) #but my god i have to know nankidai please dont leave me hanging

[andromedaprime]

Chapters: 1/6 Fandom: Lightyear (2022) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Buzz Lightyear/Woody Pride, Bo Peep/Jessie (Toy Story) Characters: Buzz Lightyear, Woody Pride, Jessie (Toy Story), Bo Peep (Toy Story), Izzy Hawthorne, Darby Steel, Mo Morrison, Sox (Lightyear 2022) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Crush at First Sight, Falling In Love, Autistic Character, Trans Character, Injury Recovery Summary:

“Hey, calm down. You’re safe, partner.”

The words snapped him partially out of his terror. Buzz got his bearings, looking around the room he was in. It was unfamiliar, and the people in the room were also unfamiliar. Two women in the doorway, one red-haired and one blonde, and a tall, dark-haired man sitting on the edge of the bed.

In which Captain Buzz Lightyear crash lands on a ranch, and he and the local sheriff fall in love. Set within the universe of Lightyear.

#prideyear #buzz lightyear #woody pride #lightyear 2022 #lightyear #i am absolutely terrified of posting this but you miss all the shots you don't take #my writings

[bluesidedown]

how on earth is going on dates with this boy and texting him 8700000000% more discombobulating than crushing from afar. i feel like fiction has lied to me i thought it worked the other way around

#babes what is this. #how. #why. #literally started to write this post he texted me i threw my phone across the room stood up paced etc #(and then of course i blushed smiled texted him back duh but like.) #what happened to september blue who was all #definitely not dating this year absolutely not happening also i am not even thinking about all that til im at least 30 agsgfjgkkh #(God was like dearheart consider that you are terrified and i am redeeming that and asking you to be open) #(even so i was. not. prepared.) #(ok anyway we've been on two dates i am overthinking everything all the time immensely.) #part of the difficulty is that i have no prior experiences in this regard to compare to which leaves me feeling unmoored #i dont know what normal feelings™️ are for me #ok yeah that was quite a tag rant. needed to get that off my chest i suppose.

[forthedancingandthethriving]

(Context)

Just various scenes from the episodes leading up to the trailer! Also not my best work, I'll admit it, because I was struggling writing these scenes. But I am happy with it, so bleh :P

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"Yknow, we could really use a vacation."

It's the simple remark from SMG4 that sparked the discussion. Everyone agreed, after the latest fiasco (everyone was still watching Lily to make sure she was recovering okay), a way to relax and unwind seemed like a good idea.

"Since we've saved enough money up," SMG4 says as he gestures his hand, "from, you know, not really being able to spend it, we should treat ourselves!"

"I think that's the smartest thing I've ever heard you say." SMG3 remarks, snickering at the small glare the other gives him.

"A vacation would be really nice.." Saiko hums, nodding.

"But where would we go?" Luigi asks.

The group devolves into discussion, everyone giving various places of where to go. Slowly, it begins to delve into an argument, before Meggy bursts through the castle doors, Tari in tow.

"Guys!" she gasps, pointing at her head. "Have any of you seen my beanie?"

Everyone looks between each other, unsure of how to answer the abrupt answer (especially after SMG4 suggested going to Pee Pee Island). Boopkins began to answer, but was cut off by Luigi lifting his phone. "Guys, why don't we go to the national celebrity museum!"

"I think Bowser is banned from there.." SMG4 crosses his arms, watching as Mario hits his brother and makes the green plumber's phone go flying.

"Bowser is gonna be coming?" Mario raises an eyebrow.

"Well, I was thinking of inviting Bowser Junior, and it'd just make sense to invite Bowser."

"Yay! Bowser Junior is coming!" Lily cheers from the couch.

"He still owes me 10 dollars for breaking our record yesterday!" Lil Coding huffs.

"What record?" SMG4 and SMG3 narrow their eyes at their son.

"Did I say record? I meant.. uh.." the Code chuckles nervously, glancing around before ducking behind the couch and lifting his head. "Yknow, I kinda like Luigi's idea now!"

Everyone resumes their arguing, with the question of Meggy's beanie long forgotten now.

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"Alright, whos ready to go to Pee Pee Island?!"

No one looked particularly excited or happy, varying looks of displeasure on their faces.

"That's your son?" Domain mutters, looking at Forum.

"I have no son." Forum mutters in return, drawing a snort from his partner and a small laugh from Emulator.

"Papa, you can still break up with him. It isn't too late." Lil Coding remarks, glancing up at SMG3 whilst clutching his bag. Lily was beside him, lightly hitting her head against the book she brought.

"I can't believe that this is the place that we ended up deciding to go to." SMG3 grumbles, shaking his head.

As everyone neared the train, ready to board, Meggy's voice called. "HOLD IT!"

Everyone turned to look, seeing Meggy and Tari towards the end of the platform. Both were smiling, looking excited.

"We're NOT going to Pee Pee Island because.." Meggy grinned and pumped her fist into the air. "We'll be going to the Wild West!"

"What." Mario asks flatly.

"Meggy has a mission to find her idol." Tari explains with a smile. "And he's somewhere in the west!!"

It takes a moment, the girl's words registering, but then everyone cheers. "Yes!! Anything but Pee Pee Island!" SMG3 shouts.

"Hell yeah, I'm down to shoot some guns!" Bob adds on.

"Thank god, I don't have to disown SMG4." Forum whispers.

Boopkins muttered something to himself, but it was drowned out at everyone ran past him onto the train, excited to go anywhere but Pee Pee Island.

Though they were all unaware of a familiar masked villain hoping onto the back of the train as it pulled out of the station..

..

As everyone began to get settled in, Saiko realized something pretty important.

"Wait! Who's looking after the castle and Showgrounds while we're gone!?" she gasps.

"Don't worry, Marty's got it covered." Mario reassures her.

Everyone stares at him, clearly unimpressed.

Meggy rolls her eyes before clearing her throat. "Next stop... the Wild West!!"

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Lily huffs to herself as she looks up Lil Coding, who was on her head, in his cat form. "LC, do you have to lay on my head?"

"It's comfier." he answers, but she knows it's just to annoy her.

She rolls her eyes and looks back down at her book. She wasn't particularly mad about it, Eggpup on her lap, but still. She'd like to read her book in peace.

But that was also a little hard when her dads were playing Uno in the seats behind, but hey, you win some you lose some.

She glances up, seeing Meggy and Mario walk by. If she had to guess.. they were going to the food cart.

She shrugs as Lil Coding jumps off of her head and lands in the seat opposite of her, more than likely curling up there as she couldn't see him anymore.

Lily hums and adjusts the collar of her shirt. Man, why did she chose to wear a dress on such a hot train?

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Meggy balks as she walks into the next train car, seeing the absolute anarchy going on. Everyone, for some odd reason, was garbbed in wild west themed clothing, and Boopkins and Bob were in a gunfight with JubJub, Whimpu, Jeeves, Old Man Hobo, Rob, Shroomy, and Belle.

"What the.." she mutters, ducking behind the doorway.

"Are ya'll fucking idiots?!" Domain's voice shouts over the gunfire as he glares over the seats him, Forum, and Emulator were seated at, but none of them stop. "Ya'll are gonna break the goddamned windows, for christ's sake!"

"Get your head down!" Emulator scolds him yanking him back down.

Meggy purses her lips before walking into the cart, cupping her hands over her mouth, calling for Tari as she walk through the train cart, managing to not vet grazed by any bullets.

Maybe everyone was just.. getting into the theme of being in the wild west!

..

"What is going on?!" Meggy whispers to herself, having entered the cart she and Tari had been in before her blue haired friend went missing. She'd found the gamer in the food cart, talking about how something wasn't right. Naturally, she just assumed that her friend was getting train sick.

So she returned to their original cart, but now.. it was absolute chaos in there. The only ones not doing something were Lily and Lil Coding, still in their seats, but both of them were egging everyone else on. Everyone seemed to have been.. cowboyifed or something.

"Always knew my old man would need a cane!" Lil Coding grins as Meggy slowly walks over, and she's taken aback by how everyone seems to have changed their appearance in some way. Hell, Lily was wearing a westerned themed dress, and Lily didn't even like wearing dresses.

"You're a right old jerk, you know that?" Lily remarks, crossing her arms.

"I'm still right!" he laughs.

Meggy watches as Lily rolls her eyes and reaches over, smacking her brother over the head. It quickly escalates to Lil Coding leaping over the table and the two shuffling.

"This ain't no way to treat a lady!" Lily shrieks.

"Oh, don't pull that shit, little missy!" Lil Coding huffs.

Meggy runs her fingers through her hair, eyes wide. Nothing she's saying is getting through to them and-

Oh great, SMG3 had dynamite, and now everyone was freaking out (well, except for Mario, but he was Mario).

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!" Meggy shouts, eyes closing for a minute before she opens them again.

Her breath catches in her throat, seeing everyone frozen in place. "Uh.. hello?"

She walks down the aisle, looking at everyone. Waving her hands, asking questions, but no one moves. No one talks.

Her breathing starts to quicken before-

"Meggy?"

Meggy gasps, looking towards the cart door and she rushes over. "Oh Tari, thank god! Everyone's frozen!"

Concern takes over Tari's expression. "...what?"

Meggy turns around to see.. everyone is back in their seats. Her heart skips a beat, seeing even Lil Coding acting like nothing had just happened.

"Meggy?" Tari asks again, but squeaks softly as Meggy rushes past her to look into the other car.

It was back to normal in there as well. She quickly dashes over to the hologram trio, seeing even them acting like nothing had happened. Hell, Domain and Emulator were even playing some sort of game.

"Meggy?" Forum raises an eyebrow, seeing her and then Tari. "Is something wrong?"

"Did- Did you guys not see what was happening?!" she asks, breathing quickly still.

"See what?" Forum's face becomes a bit serious as he sits up in his seat.

"E-Everyone being frozen! A-and acting like cowboys!" Meggy frowns, gesturing wildly.

"Meggy, I think you're just tired." Tari places a hand on her shoulder. "If something did happen, I think they'd know.."

Meggy goes quiet before sighing and nodding, hands dropping. Forum nods as well.

"None of us felt anything wrong, Meggy. Trust me, if there was something wrong, we'd get you guys off this train." he reassures her.

With one last nod, Meggy follows Tari back to their original cart. Forum watches them before exhaling, rubbing his eyes.

"Tired still?" Emulator asks, not looking up from her and Domain's game, grinning victoriously when she bests him again.

"Yeah." Forum chuckles softly. "Never had to ride a train before, so I think it's messing with me."

He glances back towards the other cart before shaking his head. No, it was like he had just said. It was fatigue. If something was wrong, the three of them would know.

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