#small writing snippet

[thatonetwig]

Imagine if after we saved Dogday, we adopt a non-aggressive Catnap plush that we kinda have as a shoulder buddy with Poppy and Kissy happy that we managed to recruit two new allies.

Meanwhile, Dogday is jealous AF, and the Catnap plush is unaware of it.

"Angel, are you sure you want to take that...thing with us?"

...

"You really want to? Okay, that's fi- oh, you're placing it on your shoulder now. I see."

The player gives the Catnap plush headpats, and it purrs affectionately.

Suddenly, they feel something in their other hand, and they look over to see Dogday rubbing his head in it.

"What about me, Angel?"

The player gives both the Catnap plush and Dogday headpats.

Alternatively, the plush can instead be a Dogday plush that is fully aware it's taking away attention from Bigger Bodies Dogday and the two form an aggressive rivalry between each other.

[suegodvester]

One drink and straight to bed, he vowed to himself.

“A water?” The barman scoffed. “The poor man’s choice, I see.”

Wally chuckled. “The choice of a man who just got here from a trip longer than you can imagine. D’ya got any rooms free up in this place or?”

The barman’s face softened, and he laughed as he went to grab a glass of water. Returning, he leaned in as he handed Wally his drinks. “We do, but tell me, have you ever been here before?”

A blush rose up his cheeks as Wally shook his head. “To be perfectly honest, I’m not even sure where ‘here’ is,” he laughed awkwardly. He suddenly felt very looked at.

“Curious.” The man pulled back, then nodded to himself. “Gotham usually doesn’t show herself to people who haven’t been here before, well, unless she has plans for you. Or so they say.”

“Gotham?” Wally blurted out, eyes widened in shock. “I can’t believe I’m actually here.” He laughed, not because he was happy, but he couldn’t help himself from laughing at his own stupidity. Of course, with all the weirdness going on around here, how didn’t he realize this sooner?

He did it. He found the no-man’s-land that was particularly starting to look like an any-man’s-land to him. The place he had been looking for all along.

“You know, there’s some rumors about-” The bartender started, then stopped dead in his sentence and looked up behind Wally. Right then, Wally felt two, strong hands clasp onto his shoulders.

“You’re in my seat.” A deep, bouldering voice said, the two goons behind him snickering loudly.

Wally looked around him and noticed the two chairs besides him had indeed come up empty. Still, he shrugged and tipped his drink back. “And I was having a really good conversation.” He shot back, not getting off the chair. “Please, do continue.”

He heard a couple “Ooh”’s and “Shit”’s and snickers behind him as the saloon fell silent. All eyes fell on him, or well, them, as Wally shrugged the hands off his shoulders and leaned forward.

“Funny, kid.” The man all but growled. The bottle in his hand -some dirt cheap brand of beer, Wally guessed- came into his view as Wally skillfully -although accidentally- dodged the bottle when he turned the bar chair around. The glass made a painful shattering noise as it came into contact with the edge of the bar, sending shards everywhere.

His attacker staggered back, the intoxication visible in how he tripped rather gracefully against one of his back-up buddies. Immediately, everyone at the bar shot up from their seats and started screaming. Some people saw this as the perfect time to throw some punches around, and Wally winced as he heard the rough sound of a cracking bone right next to him.

It all happened in the blink of an eye, the way this bar fight came to be, but now everyone was in on it. Everyone, except for Wally. Shit, had he really just started this? He frantically looked around, hoping to spot a way out of this mess he had so swiftly created. Hells, he hadn’t even been here for over ten minutes and he already-

A hand slipped around his wrist, and the strong grip pulled him out of his thoughts as fast as he was pulled out of the saloon. When the cold night’s air pushed his hair out of his eyes, his mind cleared. Loud screams and thuds against the walls and floors, although a bit more muted now, made him look at one of the windows.

What just happened?

“You’re really quite something, y’know?” An amused, cocky voice startled him fully away from whatever was happening inside the saloon now, and he traced his eyes to the figure in front of him.

[alicelufenia]

Word of Ed Greenwood makes it official: Trans Drow not only exist and have their place in society, Lolth hates TERFs

Gotta say, I don't object. I knew that positive transformations were a thing even for Drow, they are still cousins of elves after all. I just didn't have any actual, like, examples to draw on. So this is the next best thing (like WotC would ever add anything like this -_-)

[manofthepipis]

sorry I keep bothering you!!!! but I need your thoughts on Tenna he's so um um so uh and mail guy and and um divorce and and uhhhhhhhhhh I love hearing you break it down theoretical-style because your brain has wonderful ideas. (i havent actually gotten to watching any playthroughs of chapter 4 yet because I needed an emotional break and from what I've heard its .... yeah...)

aaa hi!! ur not bothering me :D man i rlly do love this tv man and i have so many thoughts

man what a character to introduce, like all we had for context to him was spamton's absolutely enraged ramblings on how much he sucks, which ended up being like the worst and messiest miscommunication that could have happened to the both of them. Like in retrospect, it's so funny how tenna was introduced versus how he actually turned out. We have the most unreliable guy (a literal scam artist) giving us our only background, calling Tenna a criminal (even if said scam artist is 3x the criminal that tenna is when we actually compare the crime list), and then telling us to not trust him (this is coming from someone who doesn't tell us his actual motivations and betrays us to get Neo and eventually the soul). Like Tenna's buildup was so hilarious yet masterfully done, that when he appeared on screen in chapter 3, i was expecting the worst when in actuality, he's a sweetie with a masters degree in showmanship and abandonment issues.

I also like how similar spamton and tenna really are, how each are driven by their own motivations and aren't entirely exempt from being self-serving in their own regards. Like Tenna, despite being definitely being more grounded and more trustworthy than Spamton, still is so focused on keeping himself relevant, he resorts to extreme measures like trapping the lightners. He so desperately wants to be appreciated and cared for, and selfishly acts on this ambition by whatever means before Susie is (once again) the mvp of deltarune by empathizing with his situation. He's also held onto his influence and position for a rather long time, only losing it all at the end of ch3, as compared to spamton who's had time to deteriorate and spiral, to put it kindly. Like Tenna's story is so very close to Spamton's (from the way they lived to the way they "died"), but Tenna's case is like if Spamton had a better run with his luck and didn't crash and burn so harshly and so rapidly.

Speaking of which, like I love how messy and complicated their falling out was because it's neither of their fault, but you could see it playing out like it did a mile away when you understand both of their self-serving natures. Like Spamton gambled with the fact that spilling the beans about his secret, to get more success out of Tenna, wouldn't get it all pulled as a result. He lost that gamble, and fled the room in a panic (probably running to try and last-minute fix what was inevitably about to happen). That's not normal, but instead of trying to understand why it happened, or comfort Spamton, Tenna took the chance while he was away to get that secret for himself by picking up the phone, to find no one there, and misinterpreted it as Spamton scamming and ditching him. i absolutely love that even if it makes me so ill thinking about it :') They're so alike, and that was their biggest shared downfall.

even after, though, Tenna maintains his (albeit dwindling) influence, like he still had employees and TV world, but Spamton had it all drop to 0 immediately, his sales, his business, his friends, and more after he lost his "help". It's such a powerful contrast. It's even made worse that Spamton was made into a shell of his former self, undergoing something that made him completely unrecognizable, like if I was him, and having made that losing gamble, I wouldn't be able to live comfortably with that guilt, so pinning it all on Tenna as to divert all that hate and vitriol and blame makes sense so he can instead focus on a plan B (becomming [[Big]] or something real, now that he knows he's not real) by any means necessary. Meanwhile, Tenna is left with the obliviousness of what Spamton truly lost and, like, got the majority of the hangups in their separation. Like dude pls pls pls get overrrr him you'll be so much happier. Overall, Tenna's character is amazing at both giving us so much context to not only Tenna, but our favorite puppet man. Deltarune Chapter 3 how i love you.

This ended up with me just waxing poetic about these two lol. Their divorce was also incredibly funny and the fact that Tenna took the [pipis] in the divorce will forever send me.

[kaurwreck]

curious to know why you like gin so much!

Gin is a teenage girl sage king. She personifies love without ego and is also an ambush predator. She is divine grace if divine grace were an assassin with peach scented lotion. She thinks the urban legend that cherry blossoms are so pretty because they feed on bodies buried beneath them is neat. She chose hell, and transcends it.

Metanarratively, she is the archetypal Mary conceptualized by Ryunosuke Akutagawa in Man of the West:

We sense a bit of Mary in all women. Perhaps in all men, too.... In fact, one could say that we feel a bit of Mary in the fires burning in the hearth or in the vegetables fresh from the field, or in an unglazed pot or solidly built chair. Mary is not the one who is eternally feminine. She is the one who eternally protects us. After all, as the mother of Christ, Mary spent her life traversing the "vale of tears." And yet, she lived with great fortitude. In her life, one finds worldly wisdom, folly, and virtue.

...

[People] have had to take lessons from Mary, more so than Christ, to find the way that leads to peace.

Gin is clever, decisive, perceptive, poised, and impish. She loves her older brother. She likes lace and florals and gourmand scents and play aggression. She reflects rippling, concurrent shades of black, gray, and white (e.g., when her eyes are black, she wears gray, when her eyes are gray, she wears her black hair down like a veil; depending on the context, she is either dressed or masked in white). She's quick to blush.

I like Gin so much because she's Gin.

[riddlemearose]

For the wip ask game:

We've Been Trying to Reach You About Your Magic Sheikah Weapon's Extended Warranty

& You're taller, how fucking dare you? 🤭

Lmao I knew those two would interest someone. They're currently both ficlets, bc I can't seem to get them over 1k.

'you're taller how fucking dare you' started as a literal joke I sent to a friend in early December last year. The premise is that Wind was in Hyrule Warriors pre-LU (he would've been 12-ish, so between Wind Waker and Phantom Hourglass). Time - then Mask - would be like 11 and Wars would've been 16-18. Then cut to the start of Linked Universe. Can you just imagine how mad Wind must've been to see Time not only now older than him, but older than him by like 15 years? He must've been furious.

“Warriors!” A new voice calls. They both turn to see a man, older than the Captain with shiny plate armour and interesting tattoos on one side of his face that Link can't quite make out from a distance, striding towards them. “Oh boy.” The Captain – Warriors, Link guesses, though that’s a pretty shit name if it’s really what he’s going by – mumbles under his breath, then waves the man. “Over here, Time. I found him.” Time’s face brightens – who’s picking these names they’re horrible – as he smiles, stopping beside them. He looks at Link and his smile turns smug. “Tune! I told you I was going to be taller than you.” What? Link’s nose scrunches up. What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Warriors smacks a hand to his forehead with a near-silent groan, but says nothing. Link peers up at Time's face. Shit those tattoos are very vivid. And familiar. Why… does he recognise them? Wait. Wait. Link splutters and points an accusing finger at Time, furious. “Mask?! When did you get old?! WHEN DID YOU GET THAT TALL?!”

As for We've Been Trying to Reach You About Your Magic Sheikah Weapon's Extended Warranty, I recently learnt that you can rematch Maz Koshia in BOTW! So naturally all I could think about is how much Four would absolutely hate the One-Hit Obliterator with his entire body and soul.

The whole thing is silly and I think I started writing it at like midnight or something bc I cannot for the life of me remember how I wanted it to end. This is literally all I've written for it lmao.

Things had been looking bad right up until Wild, who looks as though he’s on the literal brink of death, bursts into the room and smacks the monster with a strange, glowing pronged weapon. It crumples under the hit and explodes into purple smoke. “What.” Wind says flatly. Wild wobbles violently to one side but manages to catch himself against a wall, breathing heavily. Twilight squints at him through the bars of his cell, then squints harder – this time at the weapon. “Wait, is that—” “Yep!” Wild answers with entirely too much cheer for someone who looks inches away from dropping dead. He pushes himself upright and staggers towards them, pulling a ring of keys from the Sheikah Slate. “How the fuck did you convince him to give you that?!” The emotion in Twilight’s voice might be described as ‘awed’, if awed could be served alongside a liberal dose of bone-deep exasperation. “Turns out Maz Koshia’s still around, for some Hylia-damned reason.” Wild explains brightly. He fumbles with the lock three times before Four snatches the keys from his hands. “Thanks, I cannot see straight right now, like at all.” He seems oddly baffled by the round of concerned noises that echo across the dungeon, but shrugs it all off and continues describing his latest bad decision without any remorse. “Anyway, yeah, he’s still around and apparently ‘an evil being resurrecting and strengthening monsters beyond what is normal’ is a decent reason to loan it out to kill said evil being. Conditionally, of course.” Time, heaving a sigh, looks reluctant to ask yet can’t stop himself from doing so. “Conditions such as?” “I don’t die, naturally, and also beat him in another fight later.” Wild nearly pitches face-first into the ground, utterly undermining his triumphant tone, but instead collapses onto Sky, who looks world-weary in a way he rarely is. He slings one of Wild’s arms around his shoulders, practically holding the Champion upright. Four, hucking the keys to Warriors, almost vibrates as he eyes up the weird mutant trident-looking weapon Wild’s still holding onto. It glows faintly and thrums loudly with energy. “What is that?!” “This,” Wild flips the weapon with a grin – and really, given how horrible he looks, Four is actually mad at how easily he pulls that action off – “is the One-Hit Obliterator. No, I have no idea why the Sheikah monks made it, don’t ask. But! This thing is stupidly powerful, hence why I had to make a deal to use it.” “One-Hit Obliterator?” Four stares at it and mentally screams.

[mgghoney]

pairing// matthew gray gubler and reader || wc// 355

summary// strike of joy, fix me, oh sun.

"H—"

"Don't get mad"

"That you're in Florida? Nah." You go back to writing, humming quietly as Matt goes quiet to observe you.

"Something wrong?"

"I'll get over it in the morning." You puff out your cheeks.

"You met with someone."

"Yes." You pause. "Were you stalking me?"

"Maybe."

"I'm not any better, actually." You mumble. "I was stalking you too."

"Yeah, mutual stalking or whatever."

You tap the back of your pen against your diary, and you huff. "I'll be fine."

"You want me to sing for you?"

"Matt, I love you, please don't." You grimace. "Not tonight."

"You wanna talk?"

"I'll be fine. Isn't it late for you too? Didn't call me for three days and next thing you know, you're in Florida."

"Yeah." Matt mumbles. "But you're visibly not okay."

"Realizing that I'm growing up, maybe." You sigh. "That people around me are growing up. Ugh, that's so grim. I swore I wouldn't burden you with my stuff."

"A burden shared is a burden halved. T.A. Webb." He hums.

"Okay, Doctor Spencer Reid." You laugh, humming. "I'll be fine. I promise. Tell me about your day?"

"I went wandering around the area." He hums. "Wanted to explore a little. It's super cold in New York right now and all I really wanted was a little bit more of sun."

"After I made your welcome back sign?"

"You already made it?"

"You didn't hear that from me." You mumble, looking to the side and whistling. "Nope. Not at all."

"Must've been the wind."

"Yep." You hum. "I get anxious that we'll stop being friends one day."

"Oh, don't worry. I'll be officiating the wedding, and then you'll be seeing me as your children's godparents for the rest of your life."

You blink at him, raising a brow.

"Don't give me that look. I'll live til a hundred."

You laugh, lips curling upwards fondly as Matt beams.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Alright." You hum. "I gotta sleep, Matt. But, thank you."

"Rest well. Text me in the morning. Or call. Maybe I'll wake you up."

"Yeah, go ahead and do that." You hum. "See ya."

"'night."

[neptunesailing]

we'll be okay

[thatonetwig]

A small Jawbreaker (Orbsman x Gummigoo) fic. [Credit to @tboom10 for coming up with the ship name]

"So then I decided..."

"Yup. Yup. Uh-huh.", Gummigoo said as he continued to stare at Orbsman across the table with a faint smile on his face.

If he was being honest with himself, Gummigoo didn't really care all that much about what his boyfriend was talking about at all. He was just happy to hear his voice, and that was all that mattered to him.

Suddenly, he felt something brush up against his shoulder. He turned around in his seat and saw Gangle standing there with the tragedy mask she usually wore.

"Eh? Whaddaya want?"

"Umm...would you mind telling him to...be quiet for a little bit? I-its been a little since we've gotten any silence.", Gangle asked.

"Huh? Now what makes you say that?"

"Just look..."

Gummigoo took a look around the circus and saw everyone standing around and walking by with very annoyed expressions on their faces. Meanwhile, Pomni was banging her head against the wall, and Loolilalu was gripping her scepter extremely tightly with a twitching eyelid.

"Whatcha talking about? They seem pretty fine to me! Now get outta here, I got more important things to do.", Gummigoo said while nonchalantly shrugging his shoulders.

"But-"

"That's it! I can't take this $#&% anymore! I guess I'll just have to deal with this nuisance myself!", Loolilalu shouted as she charged at Orbsman with her scepter.

"Get me in on this. Maybe we can even play a game of basketball after.", Jax said before running with her.

"Jax! Give me back my arm before I have to strangle you with it again!", Zooble shouted in the distance.

"Well, ain't this sumthin'? Welp, sorry ribbon girl, but I'm gonna need your help for this.", Gummigoo said.

"Wait, what do you-"

Gummigoo then grabbed Gangle and stretched her out before tying her lower body into a hoop. He then spun the makeshift lasso in the air before throwing it around Jax and Loolialu and tightening it around their ankles.

The two stumbled and fell into each other before they continued rolling towards them in a ball. With one swift movement, Gummigoo whipped the lasso to the left, sending the rolling duo in that direction with Gangle as well when he let go of her.

"Hm? Gummy, did you say something?", Orbsman asked, somehow having not noticed this entire ordeal.

"Nuthin', luv. Go on, I wanna hear more of what you have to say.", Gummigoo said, turning to face his boyfriend again with a faint smile once again.

"Oh, okay then! So, as I was saying..."

[oh-no-its-bird]

one step three steps chapter 11 currently in progress real not clickbait‼️

[mercy-love-joy]

Small Snippet of BAAU mini-fic idea

BAAU belongs to @cuppajj

premise: Frigid Cacao Cookie sees a tiny baby

He stands over the crib, his face shadowed by his lock locks while his hands stay by his side. He dares not move nor touch the crib, even though he has control over his frost powers- he would rather not turn the infant into ice and the boy merely wiggles and flaps his arms at the king. His small chocolate eyes stare at the silent king while small horns poking out from behind his curly whip of chocolate icing. He is almost a picture-perfect image of his father while he holds his mother’s dough. The king blinks slowly, trying to keep himself from falling into a pit of rage or frost that could kill everyone in the room, including the weakened mother. Choco Bow hasn’t moved since she finished feeding the small minotaur. 

Her body was weak from the long hours of labor and even when she was feeding the infant, she was drowsy and nearly falling faint from holding the infant. The king received word from the oozes who peeked into the room to see the advisors and Second Watcher helping the new father adjust his newborn in his arms while also attending to the mother as she finally fell asleep to recover from her motherly duties. 

None of the cookies were expecting to see the king at the door to the mother’s room until the First Watcher opened the door and shouted in surprise. The infant was just placed to sleep, although awoken by the shout, and the cookies quickly bowed or stood off to the side to give the king his space. The quiet king didn’t do much beyond bowing back to his advisors and then moving towards the crib, where Chocolate Yule had to be warned to not approach the king. 

The miniature minotaur snorts a puff of warm breath as he wiggles his arms, reaching for the king who stares so blankly at the boy. It makes the boy whine then start to cry, unhappy about the lack of attention he was receiving from the king. The frozen cookie didn’t react upon the small wail but the mother did. Choco Bow woke from her slumber and turned her head to see the king hovering over her newborn, watching him cry and wiggle for some warmth or love from someone. Choco Bow strung herself up and it caused a few to whisper shouts at her to lay down but even when her beloved stepped forward to grab her, the frost started to crackle along the floor. The king warned the cookies to not come near him. Choco Bow ignored the others and appeared by the king’s side, she scooped up her newborn and tucked him to her chest, her loose clothing on her top becoming undone by the infant’s wiggling but he quickly stopped when he recognized his mother. 

The infant giggled. It was loud and clear, like bells ringing in a courtyard. The king raises his head to the new mother and the baby who snorts and giggles, the room filled with sounds of joy and happiness shining like the sun. Choco Bow bows her head to the king as she looks at her son, who blinks at her with such wide eyes, then her eyes glanced to the king who stared solely on the infant. 

Maybe she was singing a death wish to herself and her child.

Maybe she was delirious from the medicine and the long labor hours. 

Or perhaps she was someone who recognizes a cookie who wants to hold an infant. 

The new mother stepped to the king, her feet touching the ice but it did not swallow her being, she steps closer to the king who adjusts his body to face her, neither speaking as the mother is mere inches of turning to ice or dying by the king’s silence. The mother stands before the king, her arms shakily offering the infant who immediately is fascinated by the king, the cold king doesn’t respond- as he stands there- unmoving. The advisors would have said that Choco Bow was asking for an early grave but yet, they were surprised to find the infant boy being scooped up by the king and held in the perfect position. His part acting perfect to support the baby’s head, he holds him with such ease and it reminds the cookies in the room that the king had to do this once before with the prince. 

Now he does it again with an infant of another cookie. 

The smaller cookie giggles, laughing as they reach up to the king, wishing nothing more than to touch his face. But his Majesty does not allow him to do such, so the baby grabs onto one of the long strands of the king’s hair and he grips it like an iron grip, refusing to let go as he kicks. The king blinks slowly at the boy, watching the life in his eyes gleam like the sun while his face illuminated the room with a tender glow. He pats the baby’s back who squirms at the ticklish delight, and then, the boy is returned to the mother. Choco Bow takes her son and holds him as the baby takes the warmth of his mother to feed. 

The quiet cookie steps back and bows to the mother, silent as he arrived, he leaves. Choco Bow relaxes instantly as her beloved comes to her side and scoops her in a hug. The two look at the feeding infant who nuzzles his face into the warmth of his mother’s dough. Both smiling as they looked at one another, a hope bloomed in their chests as they hoped this newborn will bring light to the darkness within the cold palace. 

…

…

…

Atticus Fruit Cookie paws the ground with his cloven hooves, clutching to his mother as he hesitates to touch the snowy ground. Choco Bow holds her son’s hand while Chocolate Yule stands in the snow, patting it to show that it wasn’t dangerous. Atticus Fruit whines as he looks around the courtyard, unhappy being outside the room of warmth but also curious about his surroundings. The minotaur boy looks at the incense wafts into a gentle smell of lavender and salt, and he sees the trail of ooze on the snow from the licorice oozes that came in early that day. The boy whines as his mother steps into the snow and tugs at him to follow along. The bull cookie whines again but when he looks across the courtyard, he sees a hulking figure in the shadow of the halls. 

Atticus Fruit perks up at the sight of the king and starts to clop to the king, stepping onto the snow which then makes them shout and jump into their mother’s arms in alarm. Choco Bow laughs at the boy’s plight and holds him as he whines about the cold. But he only goes quiet when he sees the hulking figure again, he sees the outline of the crown in the dim light of the wafting incense and he waves, hoping for the king to notice but the king only turns away and disappears to his chambers. But a small smile lingers on the king as he thinks of the boy's little wave.

Atticus Fruit Cookie frowns, wishing the king would play but he quiets himself as his father takes him up and tosses him in the air. The Citadel was filled with childish laughter. 

[atomicrebelfire]

Thinking about how Tommy would only ever want Buck to hear his real vows, and now I'm emotional about it 🖤❤️

💍Tommy’s Proposal and Wedding Style — Some Soft Headcanon! (+ A Tiny Private Vows Sketch)

As confident, flirty, and outwardly composed as Tommy is — the real stuff? The heart-deep, fragile, raw stuff? That’s private. That’s sacred. That’s only for the person he loves to see.

So when it comes to proposing and marriage, Tommy wouldn’t want a big spectacle.

🖤 Proposal Style: He'd want it quiet, personal — probably just at home, sitting side by side on the couch. No grand speech. No audience. Maybe even a little rambling or awkwardness because it matters so much to him. A hand squeeze. A soft look. A few words that tumble out before he can overthink them.

("You make the whole damn world feel like home. And I want that. I want you.")

And Buck would probably blink too fast, like he couldn’t quite believe it, before smiling so wide it hurt. Because of course he would say yes.

🖤 Wedding Style: Small, simple, intimate. Maybe even an elopement or a quiet civil ceremony. But the real vows — the real promises — wouldn’t be shared in front of a crowd. Tommy would want only Buck to hear those. No stage. No applause. Just them.

Because those words are supposed to belong only to Buck. Always. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------💬 What do you guys think Tommy’s proposing or wedding style would be? Would he go super small? Would he elope? Would he just ramble a confession into Buck’s shoulder and call it done? 🥹 I’d love to hear your thoughts!

(And because I couldn’t resist... here’s a tiny soft sketch of what I imagine their private vows could look like.) 🖤 ❤️❤️ ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ✨💖 After the Wedding — Just Them ✨🪢💑💍💫🕊️

The door clicks shut behind them. The city hums outside. The wedding papers are signed. Rings are heavy on their hands.

Tommy sinks onto the couch with a long exhale, running a hand through his hair — the nerves still buzzing under his skin. Buck stands there for a second, like he doesn't know what to do now, until Tommy looks up at him.

"Come here," Tommy says, soft, tugging him down by the hand.

They sit, knees knocking. No music. No flowers. No one watching.

Just them.

Tommy presses his forehead to Buck’s shoulder, breathing him in. For a second, he doesn’t say anything. He just sits there, heart hammering against his ribs.

Then, into the quiet, rough-edged:

"I know it wasn’t fancy. I know we didn’t do the whole thing like people are supposed to." "But Evan— it’s always been you. It’s only you." "I don't need a stage. I don’t need anyone else to hear this." "Just you."

He pulls back just enough to look at him. Eyes shining. Voice thick.

"I promise I'm gonna choose you. Every day. Even when it's hard. Even when it's messy. Even when I screw up — and God, I will screw up." "I'm yours. I want to be yours." "I wanna be the place you come home to. Always."

He pulls back just enough to look at him. Eyes shining. Voice thick.

"You make... everything better. Even me. I— I want you. I need you. Always."

Buck’s hand finds the back of his neck, grounding him. His own voice shakes when he says it back:

"I love you. All of you. Forever."

Tommy lets out a choked laugh, relief and awe tangled up together, and leans in — forehead to forehead, breath to breath.

No one claps. No one cheers. No one has to.

Because it’s not for anyone else.

It’s just them.

And it’s enough.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------P.S. Bored and waiting for lunch, so I just typed this straight into Tumblr. No re-read, no edits. Likely rushed and no forethought. Please pardon any typos, mess, or errors. 🖤

[i-hear-a-sound]

like to charge reblog to cast. accord come home

[atlaserine]

At the Heroes Agency...

"She is insane" Hero spoke, turning his office chair to Heroine.

"She is not insane! She is my friend" Heroine retorted, turning her own chair to face him.

"Well tell your friend to stop, I know she's been following me. I can smell her perfume around my house"

"You know the smell of her perfume?" Heroine raised her brows.

"Yeah, you know the smell of my perfume?" Villainess suddenly hopped in from the window which made Hero scream and scrambled out of the room. The office was on the fifth floor.

[varpusvaras]

Last line challenge

Rules: In a new post, post your latest line/development you've done for a piece

Tagged by @the-starry-seas!

Fox watches the minute expressions that go over Rex's face. There's a lot of different depths of sadness, longing and reminiscing, but from the way the corner of his mouth is twisted just slightly upwards, some parts of it all are clearly good. Happy. Happy in a way that thinking back to it, and realising that it's all gone brings a new type of sorrow to the surface. A new type of happiness, too, as he is reminded that some parts of it all have survived. Fox knows that Rex knew Padmé Amidala. A lot better than Fox himself, certainly, in a way, despite Fox probably having spent a lot more time in her vicinity than Rex. Rex had known her on a more personal level, as not only as a Senator, but as the person behind her job, as the person someone had loved more than the rest of the Galaxy. Fox knows what Rex is going to say next. Leia tilts her head. "Is everything alright?" She asks. Rex blinks, clearing the memories from his eyes. "Yes", he breathes, and his mouth turns a bit more upwards. "My apologies. You just remind me a lot of my brother."

No specific tagging this time around, but if you see this, go write a sentence to your WIP (and then come share it with the rest of us)

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Okay so. Jim swearing in the s5 bloopers has made me start thinking about Pat having swearing in front of the cubs/Daley. That man 100% has a potty mouth, and so he would have to have discovered different words to use in front of the kids ('naff off, you wazzock' being a prime example). But like, when you think you're alone or just with the other leaders you still swear (cub leader here, can confirm). I've just got this image of Pat searching for something in the store room and just going 'oh fuckity fuck fuck where is the bloody thing [drops something] bollocks' and like. A random 8 year old just watching this unfold.