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[warpedpuppeteer]

Here's the latest Buddie WIP I've started based on a tweet I made about an accidental pregnancy a/b/o au (you can find more info about it at the bottom of the post)

“Go for Buck!” “Oh thank god, Buck I really need you to-” “Kidding! Sorry, If you're getting this I'm probably at work, please leave a message and I'll get back to you ASAP. If it's an emergency call 911!” And then there's a loud beep. Eddie hangs up and wants to throw the phone at the mirror where he can see his haunted reflection. Instead he takes a deep breath; it's shaky but that's all he can do right now. He leaves everything as it is in the bathroom because the last thing he wants to do right now is spend a second more in there. You're okay, he tells himself. The slam of the bathroom door rattles the framed artwork on the wall. You're okay, he tells himself again and walks past the now crooked artwork. You're okay, he chants, knowing well enough that he's not. He distracts himself by picking up Chris and listening to him talk about his day before dropping him off at Tia Pepa's for the night. Chris is a bit confused, but Eddie tells him that he has an appointment that will run late. Pepa gives him a questioning look but he simply shakes his head at her and she drops it. He drives to the grocery store next and buys a few things they're running out of at home and tries not to throw up at the sight of a mother and her twin toddlers doing their shopping together. He goes home, puts all of the things he bought away and starts prepping for dinner. Then he cleans the house thoroughly. Twice. Everywhere except the bathroom of course; that door remains tightly shut till further notice. In fact, he's pretending it doesn't exist at all.

Based on this tweet

For those who don't use Twitter:

You can also find this wip tweet here

[daggerhobbit]

So, I successfully wrote a short story segment thing. The story told by the characters in this story actually happened during a D&D session with me and @in-the-corner-reading. The story is told from the point of view of my character, Reed, a very chaotic halfling rogue, and Bryn is Jay’s character. Story is below the cut, I hope you enjoy it, feedback is appreciated!

“Well, that might not exactly work, seeing as I’m kinda sorta banned from bookshops for life.”

“I’m sorry, you’re banned from bookshops? How the hell did that happen?” The elf across from us was obviously confused, with the way they were looking at me like I’d just said I could make spiders crawl out of my skin.

I glanced over at Bryn, who was trying not to laugh. “Well,” she started. “It’s an interesting story.” 

I took that as my cue. “Have a few minutes to spare? ‘Cuz I’m ‘bout to regale you with the majestic tale of how I got banned from bookstores.”

“So we were just minding our own business, Bryn and me, off on some adventury, questy thing, and she wanted to go to a bookstore for some reason or another,”

“I needed to find a specific bit of information,” Bryn cut in. “I was looking to see if there were any books with the information I needed.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Anyways, we went into the bookstore. We went up to the desk to ask the person there about the books Bryn was looking for except, of course, the thing was too tall for me, like most things are.”

“And instead of letting me do the talking or trying to get the person’s attention, they decided to climb on top of the desk,” Bryn finished, glancing over at me, eyebrows raised.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m getting to that part. But what did ya want me to do? Stand there and yell like a child? I ain’t a child! So I climbed on top of the desk and tried to get the person’s attention, politely.”

“You yelled at them,” Bryn corrected.

“Only after they ignored me!”

“Yeah, and the right thing to do when someone ignores you is yell at them and threaten them with a dagger?”

“Well, yeah! I wasn’t just gonna stand there and let someone disrespect me like that! And even then, they pushed me off the desk!”

“And they threw a dagger at the person behind the desk,” Bryn concluded.

“Yeah well it didn’t hit them!”

“It hit a random, innocent customer.”

“Well, yeah, I suppose I did kill a guy. But it was an accident!”

“This time it was.”

“Oh shush. I still stole some nice books for ya.”

“And got banned from bookstores for life.”

“Yeah that happened too. So that’s the story, any questions?” I turned back to the elf across the table from us, grinning. They just stared at me, before eventually speaking up.

“Do you do things like this…often?”

“Well…” I began.

“Yes. Very often,” Bryn interrupts, giving me a quick glare.

The elf nodded slowly, then stood up. “Alright then. Sorry you two, I’m not paid enough for this.” They turned and left.

I turned to Bryn. “I think that went well.”

She glared at me. “When are you going to stop getting yourself into trouble by accidentally committing murder or stealing something or breaking into someplace?”

I grinned. “Do you even know me? Never.”

[see-you-next-tuesday-yt]

y'know some times you gotta just make your oc in sims 4 and do a photoshoot with them

[supersankaku]

Summer Troupe Drabble #1

To put it blunt, Tenma was not having the greatest day. His father had yelled at him for the umpteenth time and they both lost their cool, Izumi and Omi werent here and dinner was whatever horrible abomination Isuke made so Tenma decided to pass, not only that school wasn't going so well either.

So now he sat in his room. Yuki was still in school, so he had the room to himself for the moment. Rather than reveling though he just moped on his phone, scrolling through whatever media he could.

There was a sigh as Yuki entered the room, and his schoolbag dropped to the floor. Tenma didnt look up or comment, he knew better by now.

He was a bit surprised though when Yuki meandered over and laid across him, face in the blankets.

"What are you doing?" Tenma sighed.

"Shut up, Hack," Yuki grumbled into the blanket and didn't move. So Tenma did. Its not like he cared.

The company was actually welcome though, even if he didn't say it. It made him feel a bit more wanted than before. He hummed to the tune of the music they'd listened to at the last rehearsal. If Yuki was annoyed by it he didnt comment.

There was a knock at the door, and he hoped it wasnt Isuke trying to get them to try dinner. Yuki didn't seem keen on answering, so Tenma did.

"Yeah?" He called, not too worried about the close situation between him and Yuki.

"Yo, didn't see you guys at dinner," Kazunari stepped in, "Whoa, Yuki laying on Tenma? Didn't know you guys were friends today."

"With the hack? Gross," Yuki commented, now on his phone as well.

"Well then dont mind if I join in," Kazunari, sat on the bed next to Tenma and put his legs over Yuki's back.

Tenma didnt comment still, he was still peeved about the day and he didnt want to snap at them.

He did jump a little when the door flew open, revealing Misumi who looked absolutely thrilled to see them.

"Looking for tri-tri-triangles! Dog pile of friends makes a triangle!" He came over and without warning, wormed his way to the bottom of the pile.

The door was wide open, and as Muku was passing by he looked in at hearing the commotion. "O-oh, mind if I join?" He asked.

Before Tenma could even answer Kazunari piped up, "Of course, come on!"

And so Muku was added to the top of the pile, all of them save for Misumi on their phones. It was silent, aside from Misumi's humming, but Tenma found he liked that just fine.

In fact, he was smiling. They all were.

Tenma looked up from his phone with a large grin on his face, "Thank guys... for being my family."

"No problem, man," Kazunari gave a grin of his own and Muku nodded while smiling sweetly.

"Our family is the best of triangles!" Misumi said, and while they weren't sure what that meant the sentiment was certainly there.

"Family with the hack?" Yuki asked, then smiled, "I suppose that's alright, Tenma."

[drawingdullahan]

hey! could you write a little drabble of scythe faraday and scythe curie with the prompt that curie never dies and she eventually joins faraday on his beach house? if not that’s fine, i just love them lol

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING THIS

really you have no idea how much i love these two, i really just want them to be alright and happy together aofbowbf. I hope you enjoy!

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Scythe Faraday had been living on this island since it had happened. Every now and then he felt as if he could feel the ground trembling again, and if he closed his eyes, he could see the rockets shooting into the sky in great bursts of flame. The roaring of the fuel as it pushed off the ground was far too grand to forget. It had all been such an utter display of chaos, it was no wonder he imagined it when things were calm.

Faraday often stayed on the beaches of his island residency when he was not performing his new duties as a scythe after all that had happened. The thunderhead was still silent, so people needed comfort when the ring’s disease took hold in them, and Faraday was proud to say that job had fallen on the scythes. No more were they a posse of death bringers, now they embodied comfort and reassurance in the moments before death.

Still though, he found that he needed some time away from death every now and then. After all death reminded him of those they had lost along the way to Goddard’s awful schemes; and it reminded him of one in particular that he loved so dearly. One he hadn’t even seen in her final moments.

He took a deep breath and let out a sigh, opening his eyes once again to settle on the waves that pushed back and forth across the sand, slowly and rhythmically. It almost had him in a trance, until what sounded like footsteps pulled him out of it. Likely it was Munira coming to tell him he had lost track of time on the island again, or that she had some snacks for him.

He stood and dusted off his clothes, almost going to brush them like the robes he didn’t wear anymore.

“I know Munira, I’m heading back to the mainland now, you don’t have to tell me,” Faraday stretched, feeling the bones in his back pop almost uncomfortably. Perhaps another time turning the corner was in order soon.

“And here I was hoping that you would stay a while,” a deep chuckle came from a voice all too familiar to Faraday. The Thunderhead, though silent, could tell that his heart had begun beating quite a bit faster, and his body temperature had increased.

“Um… perhaps I could be persuaded,” Faraday gulped and felt afraid to turn around. Like he would look, and it wouldn’t be her. Like this really was just Munira and he had heard her wrong. He mustered the courage it took to turn his head, and nearly gasped when tattered lilac robes came into view.

She looked a mess to say the least, but it was her. Curie was here on the island standing a mere ten feet from him.

“Smooth as ever I see,” she laughed a bit.

“You… you died on Endura,” he barely muttered out, “Citra, she told me. She said you sacrificed yourself”

Faraday was finding it hard to even stand at this point. Weak at the knees was an understatement, he felt he had been swept at the ankles. The expression in her face held something between love and guilt. She stepped forward slowly, and Faraday was almost glad for it, anything quicker would’ve knocked the wind out of him if it wasn’t already.

“Finding you was surprisingly hard, I had to lay low a bit what with that rabid man running around like he owned the planet,” her hand reached out to barely touch his arm, and it broke whatever was left of the posture that Faraday was trying to keep up.

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, burying his face in her worn purple robes. He couldn’t bring himself to say anything. After all this loss the world decided to give him back what he wanted most. He wasn’t sure what he had done to deserve this, but he wouldn’t complain.

Curie sifted a hand through his graying hair and looked down at him with a smile and a few tears of her own, “You are a wreck without me, aren’t you?” she said with a pseudo-cocky tone, “But that’s alright, because I plan to stay for a long time.”

All Faraday could do was nod against her, and it took several moments for him to even speak, “I won’t let you go again… not in a million years, Love.”

“Let’s see if this lasts that long,” she chuckled in response.

“I assure you it will…”

[frictingle]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Pocket Monsters SPECIAL | Pokemon Adventures Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: X/Sun Characters: X (Pokemon), Sun (Pokemon) Additional Tags: lightcrossshipping, rated t cause like one swear word, other than that its rated g, these two are great and deserve each other, Sun is an absentminded fool, and is head over heels for X, Courier Sun, X has depression Summary:

Sun is going about his normal courier business when he finds that one of the letters he delivers is addressed to Kalos. Worried about the cost at first, he soon learns that each subsequent trip to the region is definitely worth the time.

For @komorumono !!! I hope you like it!

[warpedpuppeteer]

Short silly Buddie mpreg drabble because I could not get the thought of Buck being obsessed with Eddie's little baby bump out of my head. And I know Buck will yap non stop at the baby bump and Eddie will simply indulge him, the love struck fool 🥹

The scratch of Buck's stubble against him is slightly ticklish but he's so used to it by now that he doesn't even move. He however does muster enough energy to pull at his boyfriend's curls. "Buck that's enough, c'mon". Buck finally stops and looks at him forlornly.

"Absolutely not", Eddie tells him sternly. Buck, the man-child that he cannot believe he's in love with, sighs sadly, places one last kiss onto his stomach and finally moves up to lie next to him, placing a kiss on the corner of his mouth, "can't help myself Eddie, it's so cute".

A smile tugs at his own lips,equal parts exasperated and fond. Buck's hand migrates down to his stomach, under the soft shirt he's wearing that might be Buck's actually, and cradles the little baby bump that has started to show. His hand is big and gentle, slightly possessive. Warmth curls down Eddie's spine.

"It hasn't changed in the span of five days Buck. Still the same size. You've literally done nothing but spend time obsessing over it", he reprimands him but the effect is ruined by him nuzzling into Buck's neck. He reaches down, placing his own hand over Buck's on the bump.

He had noticed it while he was alone at home, after a nice warm shower. He'd passed the mirror and had done a double-take when he realized that from the side, he can visibly see the bump. He had stood there curling his hands around it for almost an hour before he had called Buck.

Ever since, his boyfriend has been obsessed with his baby belly. Talking to it constantly and singing lullabies and placing a thousand kisses on it and even falling asleep on it, ears pressed close as if he could hear the lump of cells.

Eddie is absolutely positive their child is going to come out being a yapper just like one of her fathers.

"She's growing so fast", Buck says softly. Eddie hums in agreement. They hadn't really had much hope; tests after tests coming back saying their chances were slim to none but Buck is, if anything, determined, his freaky super swimmers defying science to knock him up soon after the multiple disappointing medical appointments.

They don't really know the gender of the baby yet, and Eddie is comfortable in not knowing but Buck swears up and down that it's going to be a girl. Eddie would love any baby equally but he can admit there's something sweet in the excitement of having a baby girl; about Buck being a dad to a baby girl.

He knows Buck would be an amazing dad already. Christopher is the living proof; Buck is always doting on him despite his teenage grumblings and Chris loves him to the moon and back.

He could't wait to see Buck cradling a baby in his big arms; one that he doesn't have to give away.

Buck has already baby proofed their home and Eddie has stumbled upon his online shopping cart filled with baby furniture, toys and cute onesies. Their baby is about to be so spoiled. It's going to be fantastic, Eddie couldn't wait.

He turns to his side and pulls Buck down for a thorough kiss. Buck grins at him. "What's that for?". Eddie shrugs. "Just because. Now shut up and stop bothering my baby bump, I want to sleep". Buck laughs and puts his arm around Eddie, pulls him even closer.

"I'd say the hormones are making you grumpy but I know that's not the case, it's just your natural state", Buck ribs him. Eddie kicks him on the shin. Buck doesn't even flinch, laughs louder, tucks Eddie into his chest and kisses his forehead.

There's a flutter in Eddie's belly, maybe the baby, maybe indigestion or maybe it's the love radiating from Buck, either way Eddie let's it wash over him in waves. Buck is here. And Chris is in his room. And their baby is growing everyday. Eddie is finally home, sweet home.

ib me going feral over his flat tummy:

[warpedpuppeteer]

There's just something about the idea of Buck being heroic (not reckless) and being the last one out of a fire because he was saving someone and the whole time he's inside the structure the 118 are waiting outside with their breaths held. Then Buck comes out covered in ash and debris and soot and has lost his mask and his helmet is slipping and Eddie, who's already realized he likes him, barrels towards Buck and cups Buck's face and kisses him on the mouth desperately, leaning up and up to clutch at him and Buck's helmet falls backwards and Buck's hands pull Eddie close without even realizing and Buck makes a soft surprised sound against Eddie's lips and Eddie's breath shudders out as he breaks away but his fingers curl in Buck's hair and Buck places his forehead against his and they breathe the same air for a moment and the fire is still burning bright and hot behind them and Eddie thinks oh, he doesn't just like Buck, he loves him.