#Buddy Tucker

[tomoleary]

Richard F. Outcault (1863–1928) "Buddy Tucker" Half-page cartoon for the "Comic Section," The New York Herald (May 14, 1905) Source

“This short-lived spin-off of "Buster Brown" recorded the innocent scrapes of a little messenger boy and his friend Botts the Bear.”

[stealingyourbones]

Tucker was his way to meet up with his friends at Nasty Burger at sundown when a massive BOOM! was heard above him. Expecting a ghost he whips around with a fenton lipstick at the ready…

That isn’t a Natural Portal.

Whatever it was, it was some sort of portal, The blinding white lined wormhole was undulating 10ft above the ground. Tucker couldn’t even get a good look at it as its event horizon was like staring at the sun.

Tucker shielded his eyes but kept his weapon pointed at the wormhole looking thing.

Then a part of the event horizon dimmed as it was blocked by a human shaped figure. It took mere moments for Tuckers’ awe to transform from “holy shit someones coming through” to “OH SHIT!” as the figure promptly fell 10 feet from the entrance of the portal to the cold hard cement sidewalk like a bag of rocks.

Tucker creeped toward the figure in awe, barely even noticing the wormhole close above him. The man unconscious at his feet was an absolute tank of a man. Maybe not just metaphorically a tank either, metal cybernetic parts covering so much of his body were a gleaming silver chrome, the light reflecting off of the parts made his dark skin seem to glow.

Tucker’s fascination and awe stuttered when he noticed the injuries. One of the man’s mechanical legs looked like it was put through a woodchipper. The torn metal and ripped wires reminiscent of old train steam boiler explosions, the twisting and melded wires near hypnotic to look at. His torso and head wasn’t doing good either. A good chunk of the cyborg’s paneling was either dented or torn off and half of his cybernetic face had a bite taken out of it. Some holes deep into the intricate cybernetics below leaked a dark oil. Not only was that concerning, ever since his fall he hadn’t opened his eyes or moved.

Tucker shakily put two fingers to the neck of the man. A wet shaky laugh escaped his throat when he felt the cyborg’s pulse. With hands equally as shaky, he grabbed his iDalv 3 from his pocket and called Danny.

A tired yet happy voice was heard over the line, the background ambience of beeping fryer alarms and background chatter feeling jarring to the sounds of oil dripping from the cyborgs injuries and the quietness of the night.

��Hey Tuck, What’s up?”

“I- There’s a wounded cyborg man-”

Danny’s tone switched from jovial to serious “A what now?”

“I don’t think I can explain it over the phone. I’ll send you my location. This is all together ooky man.”

“On it.”

The tri tonal beep of the call ending was momentary before the soft dripping and crickets was all Tucker could hear. The crumpled man showed no signs of waking.

Tucker can’t help with the human part, but he sure as hell can fix the mechanical parts.

All he hopes is that the mystery cyborg man can explain what’s going on when he wakes.

[ikiprian]

Barbara Gordon's Coding & Computer Cram School is a popular YouTube series. Tucker Foley is a star student.

Barbara Gordon's Cram School posts free online courses for both coding and computer engineering. Think Crash Course in terms of entertainment, but college lecture in terms of depth. Hundreds of thousands of viewers flock to it— students who missed a class, people looking to add new skills to a resume, even simple hobbyists. It’s a project Barbara’s proud of.

Sometimes, when she wants to relax, she’ll even hop in the comments and spend an afternoon troubleshooting a viewer’s project with them.

User “Fryer-Tuck” has especially interesting ones. Barbara finds herself seeking out his comments, checking in on whatever this crazy kid is making next. An app for collecting GPS pings and assembling them on a map in real-time, an algorithm that connects geographic points to predict something’s movement taking a hundred other variables into account, simplified versions of incredibly complex homemade programs so they can run on incredibly limited CPU’s.

(Barbara wants to buy the kid a PC. It seems he’s got natural talent, but he keeps making reference to a PDA. Talk about 90’s! This guy’s hardware probably predates his birth.)

She chats with him more and more, switching to less public PM threads, and eventually, he opens up. His latest project, though, is not something Barbara has personal experience with.

FT: so if you found, hypothetically, a mysterious glowing substance that affects tech in weird and wacky ways that could totally have potential but might be vaguely sentient/otherworldly…. what would you do and how would you experiment with it. safely, of course. and hypothetically

BG: I’d make sure all my tests were in disposable devices and quarantined programs to keep it from infecting my important stuff. Dare I ask… how weird and wacky is it?

FT: uhhh. theoretically, a person composed of this substance once used it to enter a video game. like physical body, into the computer, onto the screen? moving around and talking and fighting enemies within the game?

FT: its been experimented with before, but not on any tech with a brain. just basic shields and blasters and stuff, its an energy source. also was put in a car once

FT: i wanna see how it affects software, yk? bc i already know it can. mess around and see how far i can push it

BG: […]

FT: … barbara?

BG: Sorry, thinking. Would you mind sharing more details? You said “blasters?”

Honestly. Kid genius with access to some truly wacky materials and even wackier weapons, she needs to start a file on him before he full sends to either hero or villain.

[OR: Tucker is a self-taught hacker, but if he were to credit a teacher, he'd name Barbara Gordon's Coding & Computer Cram School! He's even caught the attention of Dr. Gordon herself. She's full of sage advice, and with how she preaches the value of a good VPN, he's sure she's not pro-government. Maybe she'll help him as he studies the many applications of ecto-tech!]

[zillychu]

Finding out the Danny Phantom pitch bible originally included more creatures other than ghosts really makes me want to just (DUMPS TRANSCENDENCE AU ALL OVER IT)

[ohmigoshiloveu]

Episode 7 doodles

[naturegirl555]

I cant wait till buddie get together and chim and eddie can have secret meetings about what it’s like to be with the buckley siblings like Gloria, Cam, and Phil do in modern family.

[fauvester]

uh oh! triggered some phantom trauma! (dannymanny iteration (c) nicktoonsunite)

[porcelana-r0ta]

I've pre-written two more chapters of The Curse of Sight and tbh as I write them I want more than anything to have someone else be writing and for me to be the reader 😔✌️ call that the curse of being a writer babeyyy

Anyway here's a meme about a future chapter:

[goldengirlgalaxy]

TL:DR: Danny forms a team of various kids from around the multiverse and they decide to screw around in the DC verse.

After perfecting his portal creation technique, Danny ended up developing a habit of exploring other dimensions and making friends with various other supernatural and/or hero children and teens. He regularly organizes meet ups so all of his friends at least know each other.

Eventually, Danny decides they need a place to hold their hangouts outside of the Ghost Zone, mainly because it's a bit dangerous and he doesn't want anyone becoming a resident any time soon. But no one really wants to have it in their own worlds, if just to avoid raising any questions on where they suddenly gained a sudden extra friend group, especially since not everyone is exactly open about their supernatural and/or heroic sides of their lives. So, Danny finds a different world where having such traits isn't uncommon and they can hopefully get away with hanging out.

He finds what appears to be the perfect world. There's people with powers so they won't be questioned if they accidentally do something inhuman and they have heroes to deal with any threats. Danny even managed to find a corrupt billionaire that Tucker managed to hack, swiping a couple thousand from his personal account for them to use. So, the group decides to hold their regular hangouts there. Sure, they occasionally get involved when various rogues decide to interrupt them, but what's the harm?

Meanwhile, the Justice League and their Dark counterpart are trying to figure out who these children are, where they came from, where do they go, and why their powers are so strange.

[slyvester101]

Wash remembers the first day he saw Tucker without his armor.

They were at Valhalla, long after the fight with the Meta, finally settling down into a routine that felt… natural. That being said, Wash was still a little stiff around base, unsure what to do or how to act with nobody around to give him orders.

Well, Tucker would give him the occasional order, but it was more of a snarky request he never expected Washington to complete or a bitchy reply to whatever melodramatic comment Wash had made.

Besides, Tucker seemed hesitant to give any actual orders despite being the highest ranking on base, leaving Wash to just… hover.

He’d train in the morning, going on simple runs while he healed up from fighting both Tex and the Meta before gradually moving back to his regular training regimen. Sometimes Caboose would join, giving Wash a run for his money with how difficult he was to take down in a spar.

Tucker never seemed keen on joining, not much of a morning person himself, though he obviously trained at some point since Tucker could wield his plasma sword like a pro.

It was a shame they trained at different times. Wash would really like to wage his knives against Tucker’s sword.

It was that fateful sunny day, however, that finally gave Wash that chance to wager.

It was early, even for Wash. The sun had barely made it over the horizon, the canyon still quiet as most of its residents slept.

Wash was practically buzzing in bed.

He didn’t want to wake Caboose, couldn’t even if he wanted to. When Caboose was asleep, he was dead to the world until he got his eight hours. (Like clockwork. Wash was impressed.)

He also didn’t want to wake Tucker, but the itch in his skin wasn’t going away even after pumping out enough push ups to make his arms sting or running around the canyon enough to get his legs aching.

No, what he needed was a spar. And a good one at that.

Tucker seemed like the kind of guy to understand that kind of itch. Wash thinks he’s seen it in the few times he’s caught him practicing katas with his sword.

Angry and rushed and hard, yet still powerful and firm and artful.

Wash would like a fight with that. Wash would really like a fight with that. Which is what got him into this situation.

In his defense, he did knock on the door.

He just also… forgot to wait for an answer.

He was antsy, alright? He hardly had the patience to wait for Tucker to wake up enough to answer him.

He really should’ve waited.

Tucker laid there bare, the only thing covering him up being the blanket tangled around his middle (and thank fuck for that). Miles of dark skin that Wash didn’t even think to consider was under that aqua armor shined softly under the morning sun along with the long connecting marks of gentle blue tattoos covering his body. Wash trailed them up and down the length of Tucker’s body, dully noting the two marks that curled over his face.

That must’ve been a bitch to get.

Tucker definitely worked out to some degree if the lean muscles covering his body were anything to go by, Wash noted with a mild appreciation—

Wait. No. That’s not what he’s for.

He snaps his eyes back up from where they were, admittedly, staring at Tucker’s thick thighs up to his face and—

Were Tucker’s eyes always open?

“Enjoying the view, sweetheart?”

Wash flushed from head to toe as Tucker flashed him a lazy grin and oh fuck Wash can see the sharpness of his canines from here.

“Uh.” He said dumbly, brain still figuring out how the fuck Tucker’s voice was so grumbly even though he wasn’t wearing his helmet. “I was just— I just wanted to know if you wanted to have a spar with me?”

The end of his sentence trailed off as Tucker sat up in his elbows, blanket falling further down his stomach to reveal some thick, jagged looking scars of blue. It took all of Wash’s willpower to not just stare at the artwork across Tucker’s skin.

Focus.

“Dude, it’s like, butt-fuck o’clock. And not the fun kind. Why are you even awake?” Tucker didn’t sound annoyed, just curious, mostly groggy and maybe a bit amused.

Wash shuffled as Tucker blatantly checks out his own armor free body, feeling a little self-conscious about the sweat making his shirt cling to his chest.

“I uh, couldn’t sleep. ‘M a bit restless.”

Tucker looks him over a bit more critically, taking note of the way Wash practically vibrates out of his skin. He flicks his eyes up to Wash’s and all Wash sees is plain and simple understanding. His shoulders drop a bit.

“Hm. Yeah, sure. I could go for a spar.” Tucker’s gaze shifts again and Wash feels like he’s pinned to floor with the intensity of it. Tucker leans back on his elbows more, shifting just enough to make the blanket fall just between his legs, leaving very little to Wash’s imagination.

“I could go for more than a spar, if you’re up for it.”

Wash blinks.

Blinks again.

Did he mean…?

His body buzzes in excitement at the implication, his fists squeezing tight to keep it from spilling out of him. “I’ll get my knives. Meet you out in the yard in ten.”

Wash is bolting out down the hallway before he can spot Tucker’s confused expression.

He’s finally going to be able to test Tucker’s swordplay.

This was gonna be fun.

+++

Tucker watches with mild interest and confusion as Wash slips from view before letting himself plop back down onto his bed.

When he had awoken to Wash eyeing him up, he thought it was gonna end with both of them in here. Apparently, Wash is a lot less observant than previously thought. Or maybe he was just stupid oblivious.

Spending years with the same group of people while in the middle of a military operation was not indicative of good flirting skills and comprehension.

Tucker would know, he had to relearn so many things about sex and the art of seduction after all the years he spent in Blood Gulch.

Maybe he could give a few pointer to Wash.

In the meantime, he had a freelancer’s ass to kick. Tucker didn’t spend all that time playing with his sword for nothing.

This was gonna be fun.

[azrielthedrawer]

Get Weezer’d

[stealingyourbones]

Static Shock, Tucker, and Phantom team up to go fight Technus in Dakota City. Having lighting powers against a tech ghost is surprisingly effective, especially when your new friend builds you some ghost hunting gear that works with your superpowers.

[veronae-buddie]

When is Buddie getting the Creek treatment

[redscrawl]

died: 2005

born: 2018

welcome back Trip Tucker!!!

[lifeofloon]

Morning Cuddle Buddies

[fischiee]

york lives au where he’s in hiding after all the shit that went down and meets tucker in some bar and they both give each other the same shitty pick up lines until

until they

they fu