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zombie AU 🫣
because @blue-arts-stuff made this little gem right here (go give it all the love because *chefs kiss* the angst was angsting there) and it wormed its way into my brain and would not leave me alone until I made this!
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Buck is tired. Physically, mentally, emotionally… just so goddamn tired.
A storm is coming… he can feel it in the plates and screws that hold his leg together. He’d always thought that was a myth, but sure enough every big storm he feels a twinge of pain around them. They should get moving if they are going to make it before the rain starts.
He scrumages through what supplies are available in the remains of the little corner shop. He only takes what he truly needs—which isn’t much—and leaves all that he can for whoever passes through next. Outside he can hear distant thunder, he needs to hurry. He unzips his bag and stuffs the supplies inside, catching a glimpse of the picture frame; he takes it out.
Their wedding day.
The smell of the ocean in the background, the sound of the cheers from their family as they vowed to have and to hold each other through it all… the sight of Tommy dressed in his tux, so handsome, so in love, so happy.
They were so happy… for a while. They didn’t get nearly enough time before the outbreak.
Then it was long days, and longer nights of fighting to stay alive; fighting to keep everyone they cared about alive. So in vain, and slowly they watched as their family dwindled down until there were just a handful of them left.
It was supposed to be a simple night run. They needed water. They needed more medicine. The store was so close… but not close enough. The attack was brutal. More lives lost.
Tommy got bit.
“Ev- Evan, baby… listen to me,” he tried, as Buck panickedly tried to clean out the wound.
“No. I can— I can fix this… just let me think.”
“Evan.”
“We— We’ll cut off your arm,” he suggests. “It’s worked before…”
“It’s already spreading, baby. Look…” Tommy pulls up the bloody sleeve revealing the bluish green streaks running towards his neck and chest. “It’s too late… you have to.”
“No.”
“Baby, we promised each other—” Tommy begged, tears falling from his eyes, the infection visibly creeping up his neck. Buck frantically shook his head, tuning out Tommy’s cries. “Evan!” He gasped. “Shoot me! Please!”
“No! I can’t!”
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Buck wipes his eyes and slides the frame back into the bag. He slowly rises to his feet and slowly makes his way over to the bathroom and pushes the door open. Loud snarling, grunting and gurgling—that would normally send him into fight or flight mode—comes out of the darkness. He shines his flashlight into the room, stepping inside and unclipping the chain from one of the stalls. “Come on, sweetheart… we’re almost there.”
They walk through the empty streets of what used to be LA; Buck leading Tommy (wrapped safely in a makeshift straight jacket, and wearing a muzzle) by the thick chain. The latter stumbles and growls, his head snapping this way and that, teeth chattering as he does his best to chomp at anything past the muzzle. They make it home just as the rain starts to fall.
Buck steps inside the door, pulls Tommy through as well, and looks around at what’s left of their destroyed house—some of the mess they had made themselves in the panic to flee the infected city, some done after by people looking for shelter and supplies. He walks through the rooms, remembering the days they were filled with happy memories and life; the promise of a bright future. They were going to grow old in this house… live out the rest of their lives in this house.
At least one of those was correct.
He sighs, and leads Tommy up to the bedroom, securing him on the solid, sturdy, bedpost of their king size bed. He opens the bag, takes out the frame and sets it up on the bedside table. He takes out what he got from the little corner shop—a gun shop— and grits his teeth as he lifts his shirt, revealing the bite mark he’s been tirelessly trying to keep from spreading… until now.
“Buck you have to let him go,” they had tried to tell him. “It’s not even— he wouldn’t want this… to live like this… for you to live like this…”
He has lost so many people, the ones he didn’t lose to the virus, he lost for his impulsive, borderline insane decision. He’s been alone for a while… but at least he still had Tommy, in some way.
Buck fights just to take in another breath, and puts a bullet into the gun. Tommy grunts and struggles against his restraints. “Almost ready,” Buck says. He is tired… but he won’t be for long. He walks over to Tommy and unhooks the chain from the bed. He looks into those glossed over eyes, gray and distant and thinks about when they were blue and bright and happy. They were happy once. Maybe they will be happy again in the next life.
He slips a key in the restraints lock, swiftly turning it and releasing Tommy, He quickly pulls him into a hug, Tommy grabbing him back, turning his head into Buck’s neck and biting down. Buck pressing his head tight against Tommy’s. “I love you,” he says, and closes his eyes.
The cool barrel against his cheek turns into a cool breeze and the salty smell of the ocean fills the air. Buck opens his eyes and is met with a beautiful sunset, a crowded beach… and Tommy, smiling at him. He blinks a few times to see if it’s all just going to disappear…
“Hey baby, I’ve been waiting for you,” Tommy says, holding out his hand, the remnant of sunlight catching on his wedding band. Buck stares at Tommy for a moment, just taking in the sight. He smiles and takes his hand, and they join their family out by the water.
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It’s years later before the Buckley-Kinard house is visited again.
Years since they were sent away to a safe haven while their parents fought off hoard after hoard, until the virus had runs its course. Those lost souls that weren’t instantly killed from the virus, or the battalion sent out to fight off the undead the virus created, eventually just rotted away until they were no longer a threat.
“Hey Chris!” Jee calls from a bedroom. “I found something!” He stops poking around with one of his canes, rummaging for anything left to salvage from the house he spent many days of his youth, and goes to see what she found. In the back bedroom, laid out across the mattress of a tattered king sized bed, are two skeletons clinging to each other.
“Do you think it’s them?” Jee asks.
Chris steps closer, inspects the bodies; most notably their hands, and the matching bands they both are wearing. He looks up at the faded picture still sitting on the bedside table and smiles, a tear slipping from his eye. “Yeah… it’s them.”
#911 abc#bucktommy#zombie au#based on fanart#It was just too good not to stop what I was doing and write#evan buckley#tommy kinard#118 firefam#yall it made me do MCD… this fandom has me rewired!#mcd#But like not too sad kinda…#Ok it is#tw mcd#tw death#tw sui implied
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Sometimes it's fun wearing makeup and being treated like a Hot Girl TM. And it's like omg all you people treating me with kid gloves on all of a sudden. If only you knew the wretch I truly am 99% of the time.
#its like drag#ok it is#it always has been#but lord is it fun sometimes especially if it means i get to flirt with queer girls or fuck with straight dudes#cant handle it in large doses tho on account of The Experiences
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"A bird in the hand," the judge said.
Audrey has five or so combat barks making it clear she'd been not only arrested, but sentenced to die, and ever since noticing that this image has just kinda been sitting in my head.
Looked for what might pass well as a prison uniform for women, but midway thru realized the Highwayman in II is literally just wearing the old-school stripes and I'd make my life a lot easier if I just went that route, so. Stripes it is.
#darkest dungeon#dd audrey#dd grave robber#I'll get back to werewolves soon I promise#one MIGHT still be DD related#MAYBE#ok it is#but I promise it's funny#thatartmagic
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Gilderoy Lockhart (to his current shagging partner who happens to menstruate): Being a werewolf must be awful, isn't the full moon cycle like 28 days or something?
Partner (who has been feeling awful for three days and just got their period): yeah, must be something harsh.
#this isn't autobiographical#nope#not at all#ok it is#smh#now how to bring lockhart back into the fold of my story after years mia because he's that ridiculous#and apparently so is my partner#gilderoy lockhart#marauders era#our love is written in the stars
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Some reboots kick ass. Thank you, Fairly OddParents for reminding me that.
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shes my gf
#pinkie pie#mlp pinkie pie#pinkamina diane pie#mlp#mlp art#no her hair isnt inspired by mine#ok it is#i lied
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Google show me best colleges to major in
#I’m in avid hell#Is avid a general thing ?#Ok it is#Anyone know any good majors#I’m open to suggestions /hj#sparrow speaks#Low key reveling my age in this post but at this point idk#Idc
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If life is a never ending loop of dirty dishes and laundry then that means life is a never ending loop of home cooked meals and comfy clean clothes
#and i live by that#life is just life#ok ren go to bed ‼️#life is a constant loop of worry but also a constant loop of support#a constant loop of love and connections#thats what it is to be alive#omg period cramp ok good night#ren won't shut up#mood ruined ouchie
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the queen of the disco or whatever
#gravity falls#stanley pines#stan pines#scary-oke#zombie#zombie stan#idk if that's a tag whatever#anyway i was on the fence on posting this bc i think i might hate it but i put a good deal of time into it so you get it anyway SHUT UP!!!!!#k bye#disappearing back into my cave#mods art#mods draws#my art
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uk journalists having to report through gritted teeth that there were no riots last night as thousands of anti-racist protesters significantly outnumbered the racist rioters across the country
#i don’t want to run before we can walk ok but perhaps sometimes the uk… doesn’t totally suck ass#2024 riots
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I'm WHEEZING at arcane twitter's general consensus on this moment
#laughing and crying at this#THEY'RE CRYING THEIR BEST OK#GIVE THESE BITCHES A BREAK 😂😭😂#arcane spoilers#arcane#vi#jayce talis
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ohhhh i get it now. the little seed of loneliness i’ve carried with me since i was five will never go away
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not romantic not platonic but a secret third thing [what would happen between earth and the moon if the earth stopped spinning as illustrated by xkcd randall munroe]
#'your moon is here' things that make me explode like a supernova#UGHHHHHHH what if i was perpetually in your orbit. influencing the tides. protecting you from asteroids. and slowly drifting further away.#then you stopped moving and i was only pulse to your dead heart. orbiting you. right where ive been left. and so you started turning again.#ria.txt#personal#space opera au#(<- not about what you think is about)#hiiii this is gaining traction so glad we're all going insane :D your moon is here is SO fucked up. so good.#xkcd#randall munroe#space#moon#anyways xkcd comics are so good. entertaining witty and informative. check em out!#ok this is about false and ren from hermitcraft#falseren
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hey! there's zero esims left for the connecting gaza campaign as of today. i remember you promoting them earlier. could you give them a much needed boost?
oh dang! unfamiliar with that particular campaign, as I always donate via crips for e-sims because it's super easy to do, but regardless let's go people!
#signal boost#esims for gaza#crips for esims#monday is 'whatever i got that i can give' day anyway so good timing#free palestine#only thing to watch out is how much of a tip you're giving on this site bc it defaults to. super high? which. I get but c'mon#I'm here to give the money to THEM not the host site ok
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EDIT : THIS IS A MEME DO NOT TAKE IT SERIOUSLY (and seriously just don’t be Rude????? Like wtf lol)
#edit : Ok mabsifica shippers yall need to chill like…Wtf????#I saw this on twitter and wanted to take a spin on it#and I know mabifica shipper I hear your pled of putting them in the make sence but unpopular#but- I do not want take away the righfully holder of a yuri to a yaoi couple#also for those who are saying I skipped The Tw*nc*t ship YES I INTENTIONALLY DID SKIP IT- NOW PLS DO NOT TAG MY POST WITH THOSE SHIP NAMES#anyway ford face at the last one makes me laugh lol#(Oh god do I have to tag them individually...)#Gravity falls#Billford#Billstan#stanchez#fiddauthor#Mabifica#Dipcifica#fiddlestan#stanley pines#standord pines#dipper pines#mable pines#pacific northwest#bill cipher#fiddleford mcgucket#soos ramirez#melody gravity falls#robbie gravity falls#Sheriff Blubs#Deputy Durland#tambry gravity falls#tearosepedall
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