Steve's favorite movie is, and always will be, The Muppet Movie (1979). No one knows this about him. Not Robin, not Dustin, not his parents or any of his Nannies.
But Eddie Munson, this rando at school he's never talked to in his life, apparently knows this about him. Eddie Munson feels the need to let everyone in a 10 mile radius know that, too.
"Here, for you." The puppet is a definetly supposed to be Kermit, given all the green, but it looks more like a run-over Gonzo. Wasn't Munson supposed to be an artsy guy? Ms. Abby seems to think the sun shines out of his ass, while giving him a C, a C, on his perfectly acceptable painting of the Beamer.
"What is this. Why are you giving this to me?" He asks, not trying at all to hide his disdain for whatever that is.
At least Munson has some sense of shame, his face going beet red at Steve's tone.
"Heyo, Kermit-dee-Frog Here!" He makes the little thing jiggle around, skinny legs flopping all over the place. At least he gets the voice right.
"Okay? Great. Why are you trying to give it to me?" People are staring. That's not new. Doesn't mean he likes it.
"Uhhh," Munson rocks back and forth on his heels, not caring at all about their audience. "Because it's your favorite movie, duh."
He is such a fucking idiot. He wished Tommy were here. No, Carol. They would get him to read the fucking room. He's never been good at shutting people up without them. Feels so...mean.
"No, it isn't." He grits through his teeth. Take the hint, Munson.
Eddie just looks at him like he's lost his marbles, which, maybe, he has. Maybe this is just some weird hallucination.
"Uh, yeah, it is. Here." And then he's just shoving the thing in his lap and running away. Like, out the door and out the classroom running away. He doesn't even grab his binder.
He looks down at the thing in his lap. Its eyes are uneven and its collar is the wrong color. Eddie has clearly never taken more than a glance at Kermit in his life, because the thing has a strange nose and is wearing clothes. A little T-Shirt with a Muppet version of that creepy logo Munson's band of freaks wear on Fridays.
And, well. Maybe it is kind of cute. In its own way.
Very loosely inspired by @morganbritton132 puppet posts
Gustave and Verso bond post Stone Wave Cliffs, Gustave waves his screw driver around to help emphasize his points in conversation while he fixes his arm. Verso simply stands and watches amused by beauty of the man sitting in front of him.
Deviating totally from the previous style. Why you may ask? I find a more simplified cartoon style hard! It's difficult to get it to look easy, it is not easy 😔 I would love to get better at it, find a more comic style but I don't have time to practice. I find this loose sketchy style so much more freeing and expressive and think I'm going to lean more this way of working as it's closer to my personal art style.
What does everyone think? Ineffable Husbands next?
After defeating Bill by erasing Stan’s memories, Stan’s body falls into a coma and won’t wake up. Could the key to Stan waking up be tied to the strange figure they keep seeing in their dreams and in the corner of their eyes… or will Stan be asleep forever
Anyway I thought this au might be a neat way to show Stan’s amnesia physically. since he had his whole life erased he’s basically a blank slate for a while and copies whatever he sees for a good bit before the family jogs some of his memories. If anyone has any questions or suggestions you’re welcome to ask me, I really want to flesh out this idea more!
In a tournament against the knight to whom he had given a favor, he saw you.
His knight in shining armor, from some backwater village.
You defeated his champion in two effortless moves. He watched in fascination as you dismounted your horse and retrieved the handkerchief he had given to Ser Vance of Gor.
Then, catching him in the act of staring, you turned toward him. Pressing a kiss to the handkerchief, you made his heart shudder.
"Favors are to be won, not trodden on," you reasoned with the guards as they dragged you from the arena for stealing the royal favor.
From winning the tournament, to spending a night in prison, to kneeling before him in an oath. Xavier did not know when you became his dark knight.
Not until he realized you had stolen more than just a favor.
Rafayel:
He heard you first, the clash of swords and daggers, the thud of bodies hitting cold, hard ground.
And then he was blinded. After days of darkness, light flooded in, making him recoil into himself.
It had been weeks since you left for the campaign. Weeks since he had been captured from the shallow shores and thrown into the unlit cells that stank of death and fear.
Fighting the stinging pain in his eyes, he looked up, and there you stood. In all your glory. In your kingdom's armor, holding your sword- eyes wide with battle's fury.
He reached for you, though his tail, torn and raw, stung against the floor. They had not allowed him to shift. Still, with a thousand grievances, he reached toward you.
"Rafayel," you whispered, kneeling beside him and pulling him into your arms. "I am here." You murmured as your sword shattered his chains.
Your words made the bond thrum with joy despite the pain in his body.
"I am sorry it took so long," you said, wiping the gash above his brow. "But I’m here."
And that was when he cried. Shedding pearls his captors would have killed to possess.
Never before had waiting been so painful. But in every lifetime, a union with you was worth the suffering.
Zayne:
He had been an apprentice in Astra's halls when he first saw you, the herald to the God of Time itself. You stood proud at your lord’s side.
How you shone brighter than Astra himself was beyond Zayne. How could a mere herald possess such light?
But you were beloved. Rescuing disciples from Astra's wrath, smoothing over mistakes, appeasing Astra's tantrums. You were the calm in his halls.
Yet, you were also his sword, leading sparring sessions with the students of fate.
Zayne learned the way of the bow from you. Steadying his hands, you taught him the exact points to strike while he spoke to you of anatomy and healing.
He had always been a thorn in Astra’s side, a healer who fought to give life where there was none. Perhaps that was why he had been barred from battle.
Forced to tend to the wounded, far from the battlefield, so that his kindness would not extend to the dying on the other side.
On the eve of battle, you handed him your bow. "This is for your defense, and for the people around you." You fixed the quiver around him, the head of the healing halls.
As the herald leading the assault, your presence was a surprise to many, especially next to Zayne, the one who had angered Astra.
"And this," you said, handing him a satchel, "is for anyone who needs help. Friend or foe. We deny no one aid." You smiled.
And then you walked into the battle of time. Your armor burning bright as any star even as you fell.
Sylus (Angel x Demon au):
You were chaos. The bloodthirsty bane of heaven. He found you in the battles of men, the brothels of night, the tears of mothers.
You prowled the fields with plague and ruin dripping from your fingertips. Your crimson eyes burned with madness as you swept through the carnage with a scimitar. Blood clung to you, from your hair to your eyes, flowing like a river.
A terrible sight to many. Damning to him.
He had been sent to capture you, to deliver justice for the humans who prayed for help. He who had once beheld your unmarred form.
And when he pressed his sword to your throat, you had only laughed. A low, broken sound.
"We meet again," you had grinned, guiding his sword to your chest. Wrapping your hand over his. "This time, I shall have you forever."
You steadied the sword and pulled it into your heart.
Your breath ghosted over his ear as you whispered the prophecy of your shared fate. "Let this be a debt we shall settle for eons."
Your curse settled upon him. Dragging him down. Twisting him into a reflection of you in his soul, in his crimson eyes, and last of all, in his heart.
Unleashing upon him the wrath of unending time. Truly making him yours forever. Stealing him from the heavens, you won.
Caleb:
He hadn't seen you in your gear until the end. Not until you stood before him, pointing your gun at his chest.
"Colonel Caleb, you are under arrest for working with EVER. You will be detained until the trial." Your voice was devoid of emotion.
"Drop your weapons and step back."
You turned him around, folding his hands behind his back. The handcuffs snapped shut with cold finality.
"You have the right to remain silent." Your touch did not linger.
Your uniform was not unlike his. But he had never known. Not until now. There, on your lapel, was the badge of intelligence.
All these years, you had both managed to keep the most dangerous of secrets.
Despite himself, he smiled.
It vanished when your knee struck the back of his legs, forcing him to kneel.
Leaning down, you yanked him back by his hair. "Expect no mercy," you snarled before leaving him kneeling on the cold floor, surrounded by your officers.
I KNEW Y'ALL WOULD UNDERSTAND!!!! @scunthotter and @probablily understood the assignment IMMEDIATELY:
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OHHHHH ITS SOOOOO GOOOD PLEASE!!!!! I love the idea that Ilya is riding the high of thinking he's just effectively confirmed their mutual desires to each other so when Shane starts to squirm he at first thinks "Oh we're playing THIS game again" and holds him down and kind of does his condescending little laugh,,, but then the struggle is like,,, Actually Real and Ilya pivots to trying to soothe Shane,,, but,,, he's still,,, holding shane down,,, OuuGHHHhH 😵💫🔥😵💫🔥😵💫
BuckTommy | MCD followed by bad friendship aftermath | Buck runs and Tommy's the getaway driver.
Eddie confirms he's coming back to LA and Buck packs. He boxes everything up, calls the moving company, and drops the keys of with Pepa. She looks pained when he does it, but she doesn't try to stop him.
He goes to work as planned, only Gerrard knowing it's his last shift. He arrived early and slipped everything from his locker into his duffle. He asks Ravi to come up to the roof when he arrives, and he apologizes. Ravi just nods and tells Buck that he gets it, that he hopes he'll stay in touch.
They're wrapping up the shift when Eddie pulls into the lot, tray of coffees in hand and a smile on his face. Buck takes his coffee, smiles back. He feels like he's shaking out of his body. He takes advantage of everyone's distraction to grab his bag, trying to look like he's just ready to go, trying to play it cool. He creeps toward the garage doors.
Gerrard comes down the steps then and spots Eddie.
"Diaz," He calls, walking up to him with hands on his hips, "I heard you're coming back to LA."
"Yes, sir," Eddie says, tone curt but professional, "My son and I will be back fully within the next two weeks."
"Wonderful. Because I need a firefighter. Your old shift schedule work for you?"
Buck sees Eddie's head tilt, notices Chimney's confused eyebrows, watches Hen's mouth open to correct. Ravi's eyes skitter to Buck's, and Buck can't help but give him a sad smile and a shrug. Buck inches closer to the door. He sees a familiar truck pull up to the doors out of the corner of his eye.
"I'm sorry, sir," Eddie says with a slight chuckle, "I don't understand what you mean. Ravi are you going back to B Shift?"
Ravi shakes his head, and Buck feels a little bad about putting him in that position. He should make a break for it now, but he can't let himself leave when Ravi's eyes are as wide as dinner plates. He doesn't blame him when he looks right at Buck again.
Hen and Chim notice this time, but it's Hen that clocks it first. She moves to take a step toward him.
"Buck-" she calls, at the same time that Gerrard speaks.
"No, Firefighter Buckley has requested and accepted a transfer."
For a moment, Buck can't help but relish the shocked silence. He watches it wash over Chim and sees Eddie spin around to stare at him.
"Buck, what--"
"Hold on, Buck--"
Chim and Eddie's voices overlap, but Buck has already turned, made it to the truck door in a few long strides. There are steps behind him, but before they can get close he's already thrown his bag into the cab and slid into the front seat. He thinks he hears his name agian as he slams the door and hits the lock. He doesn't look out the window.
"Let's go," he says, clicking his seat belt in and giving Tommy a nod.
Tommy puts the car in drive and does as instructed.
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May opens the door to Chimney's knocks, and calls out for Athena. She comes around the corner and can't quite stop the grimace that crosses her face. They may have worked their way out of a collapsed high rise together and buried the Bobby hatchet, but Athena knows what Chimney is here for.
"Chimney," she says, crossing her arms and giving him a cool look. She doesn't welcome him inside. She feels May come to a stop slightly behind her. "What can I do for you?"
"I need to know where Buck is." He says simply, seriously. No pleasantries to pave the way.
"I am not at liberty to share that information."
Frustration is clear on Chimney's face and he sighs.
"You told Hen that he's okay--"
"He is." She raises an eyebrow. May tenses behind her.
"--and that you know where he is. Athena, he's my friend and my family. We're worried about him."
"He is perfectly safe and healthy." Athena isn't moved, and she's not giving an inch.
"But he's not here, with us."
"I think that's for a reason, Chimney."
Chimney's jaw ticks, he rubs a hand along the back of his neck. Athena unfolds one arm to grab the edge of the door.
"Please, Athena. Maddie just had a baby and now she's worried about him. This isn't like him, to dissappear with Tommy, his ex? Not tell any of us where he's going? No plan?"
Athena gives a humorless chuckle at that. Chimney's eyes flash when he looks at her. She huffs before speaking.
"You really think Evan Buckley up and left without a plan? Give him a little credit."
Chimney stops short at that, grasping for something to say.
"Go home and be with your wife and child, Chimney."
"Please, Athena," he says desperately, "just tell me where Buck is--"
Athena thinks she's had enough of listening to this, especially following the tense conversation she had with Hen over the same topic.
"Or what?" She asks lowly, "you'll punch me?"
"Mom--" May says, and Athena collects herself. Chimney is speechless, looking hurt and shell-shocked.
"Buck is fine, Chimney, and I made a promise to him. Goodbye."
