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WAIT NO ACE IS NOT THAT EHAT WAS I THINKING HERE

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Hi! THANK YOU for the TWATYTK emojis. I need to finish this damn chapter.

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There’s a pause on the other end. Buck gets ready to argue more. To be justifiably, in his opinion, mad. 

He doesn’t need to. 

“Okay,” Eddie says. 

Buck blinks, surprised. “O-okay?”

“I can be there in fifteen to twenty. That alright?” 

Buck exhales, relieved. 

“That’s perfect, Eddie. Thank you so much.”

“Yeah, of course. I’ll see you soon.”

Buck’s heart is pounding when they end the call. He doesn’t know why. 

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Eddie shows up right when he says he will. He has a sheepish, tired sort of look on his face when Buck answers the door.

“You have a key,” Buck reminds him. He’d given it to him when he moved in. 

“Yeah, but…” Eddie trails off. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Buck says. “I’m just really glad you could come today.”

Eddie nods. “Yeah, of course.”

Buck leads Eddie inside to where Dove is sitting at the kitchen table, coloring. 

“Dove,” he says. “This is my best friend Eddie. He’s going to hang out with you, okay?”

Dove drops her crayon and looks up at Eddie. 

“Hi,” she says. 

“Hi, Dove,” Eddie says. He offers a tight smile. 

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He had planned on sitting Bobby down at the table with a coffee to start his talk. But here they are, in the yard, discussing the best places for optimal light and plant growth, and Buck just sort of blurts it out.

“Eddie and I are going to have another kid,” he says, while Bobby is examining the leaves of the bell pepper plant. 

Bobby freezes for a minute, thrown by Buck’s sudden topic change. Then, he straightens up and looks at Buck. 

“Well, that’s fantastic,” Bobby says. “When?”

“Uh, well,” Buck shrugs. “It’s a whole process. So, we aren’t sure. Maybe in the next two or three years?”

“Oh,” Bobby says. Yeah, not much of an announcement. “Hey, that’s amazing.”

“Thank you,” Buck says. 

“You’re already great fathers to Christopher, so you don’t need me to tell you that this kid will be very lucky,” Bobby continues. 

“Thanks,” Buck says again. “Uh, really. That does mean a-a lot.”

Bobby smiles.

“There is a reason I’m bringing it up way too early, though,” Buck says. 

Bobby’s smile fades. “Oh?”

“It’s a little awkward,” Buck admits. 

“Awkward,” Bobby repeats. “You’re not leaving are you?”

“Leaving?” Buck gapes. “Why would I be leaving?”

“I don’t know,” Bobby replies, a little edge in his voice. “Kids are expensive. Maybe you… You have to take a higher paying position or… I don’t know.”

“You really think I’d willingly leave the 118?” Buck asks. 

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“I promise,” Maddie assures him. 

And he supposes he’ll just have to take her word for it.

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“You don’t ever really talk about your parents,” Eddie says later that evening. 

They’re getting ready for bed. Buck spilled the news over dinner. But Eddie has clearly been waiting to get him alone to talk about this. 

“Well,” Buck says, pulling a pajama shirt over his head. “There’s not a lot to talk about, is there?”

“That’s what I’m saying,” Eddie replies, sitting on the edge of bed, petting Cranberry. “I don’t know.”

Buck inhales. “They were always really distant growing up. Maddie felt more involved than them for a big part of my childhood. It felt like us versus them.”

“Hmm,” Eddie frowns.

“I never got the sense that they liked me,” Buck admits. “Maybe they love me, in that obligatory parent way, but the jury is still out.”

“I’m sorry,” Eddie says. “That’s… Well, it’s a shitty way to feel.”

The way he says it, Buck knows he actually does understand. They’ve talked a bit about his own shit with his parents. His father, namely. Though, his mother is certainly not innocent, either.

“Yeah,” Buck shrugs. “It is what it is.”

“C’mere,” Eddie says.

Buck exhales and turns to cross the room and stand in front of Eddie. Eddie stops petting the dog and takes Buck’s hands in his. Cranberry only looks mildly offended at this slight.

“We don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to do,” Eddie tells him.

“I already told Maddie I’d come,” Buck rebuts.

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hiiiii woagh theres lots to answer here. wip time

🍌 favorite funny quote from a wip

[pages through my many many wips] woe. hops greene be upon you. i want to finish this actually

“Damn it, Hops,” ae mutters. Lila walks the path towards first base like a model, flipping long white hair over one shoulder. The two of you lock eyes. “Groundouts are boring.”

“That one had some air on it. I’d bet it’s a flyout.” You look to the outfield briefly, squinting through the harsh light and cloying darkness. “Mugs might have it.”

“Aren’t they a ghost?”

“Yeah, but they’re like, our best batter. Don’t ask me how it works.”

🍒 favorite sweet quote from a wip

hmm. a while back i wrote some stuff with venti and vinny (the garages’ detective replicas) preparing for their return to Dust. i was inspired by the breckenridge case files and wanted to play with some letter-style writing. maybe itll get done someday?

I’m sorry we didn’t talk more. Vinny speaks very well of you, and though my investigations haven’t been hardly as detailed, I couldn’t agree more with his assessments. He thinks you’re “a real crackerjack fellow,” not that I could make heads or tails of that. But it was in a very positive tone! And he really — heh — lights up when he talks about you. I hope you can recognize the impressions you leave on people, because you haven’t yet left a bad one.

⚡️ wild card: dealer’s choice of quote from a completed work

hi. read my ruffian applesauce pls and ty

When Ruffian turns fourteen he makes a bat and demands to join. It’s a screaming bit of chainsaw and tungsten that glows and rattles and leaves gouges in the dirt because she’s still trying to lift it. The Mechanics just grin. They hand her a jacket, some patches, and a can of WD-40. Swing for the fences, kiddo.

🫐 a line from a published work that you’re proud of, but no one’s mentioned yet - or if you can’t think of one, an underrated line in general

ok uhhhh also from my ruffian fic: i like giving her a taste of being a Normal Kid instead of a huge public figure and it being way healthier for him without him fully realizing it. like giving a dog medicine by putting it in peanut butter

Ruffian likes shop class and he likes being the center of attention at lunch. As for the rest… she puts up with it, day after day, and doesn’t notice when it stops being something to put up with. Ruffian makes varsity. He scrapes by with low Cs and lots of detention. He kisses a few people and dumps them when they ask her to take them to the Core. There’s so many selfies and parties and beers in the bed of someone’s truck, and it’s not the Core — it never could be — but there’s something a little more human in the way people want him.

thaaaaaanks <3

[misty-zzz]

Broken Titan, Chapter 5

i said chapter 5 was almost done...

i enjoy the first little part, its silly :3

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    It was the first time wublin island was quiet in ages. Even to the visitors, it felt weird. The most hyper island slows down for a moment. Faint buzzes from the lights play through Tootoo’s ear. She tries to sleep in a hammock in the ship. They put their pillow over her head, and hopes to fall asleep. Meanwhile, Hoola and fiddlement are asleep. “Hey, Fiddlement.” She tries to see if they’re awake. Fiddlement twitches in their sleep, the only response. Tootoo rolls over. Laughter could be heard outside. Tootoo, being the curious one she is, gets up and walks upstairs. They try not to make much noise, but her shoes make that bell sound.

     She looks off the edge of the ship. Pixolotl and petite from bona, were playing around. Petite was trying to do Pixolotl makeup blindfolded. While doing so, they poke lipstick into Pixolotl’s eye. “Ow, Petite!”

     “Huh, what happened.”

     “You jabbed the lipstick into my eye!” They rub their teary eyes. Petite removes the blindfold. “You’re wiping off the makeup!” They slap Pixolotl’s arm to make them stop. Pixolotl blinks a couple times then asks, “Well, how do I look?” Petite lifts up the mirror, that is almost as tall as them. “Take a look yourself!” 

     The makeup was all messed up. The mascara was sloppy, and where the eye brows were, along with the eye shadow. The blush ended up being a purple, and was all over the place. And of course, the lipstick in the eyes. Pixolotl laughs at the reflection. They get a makeup wipe and wash away the the makeup. “Alright, I think it’s my turn!” They pick up the blindfold. Petite notices someone. They see that Tootoo was watching them, “Hi Tootoo! Wanna join us!?” They yell. Pixolotl notices her too, and shushes Petite, “There are monsters actually try to sleep Petite!” 

“Oh yeah, sorry! Wanna join us?” They say much softer. “Sure! But I need the ramp to be down, so I can get down. I don’t know how to work it, and it would definitely wake the others up.” Tootoo replies back. “Hmm, maybe, Zynth! Hey Zynth!” Petite runs up and tugs their legs. “What do you want, Petite.” They open one eye. “Tootoo need help to get down the ship! You’re the only one who can fly.” 

“Not happening, buddy. Actually getting sleep, for once.”

“When did sleep become so important to you? We’re wublins, we don’t need it!”

“Yeah but it feels nice.”

Zynth and petite argue longer about sleep and getting Tootoo off the ship.

     “PETITE!” A voice interferes the argument, it was Bona. “Either you go to sleep of you be quiet!” Bona picks them up to level them eye to eye. Petite nods, “Good, just be quiet, that’s all I ask for.” Petite runs off, avoiding any more yelling from Bona.

     “Well uh…” Pixolotl doesn’t know what to say, “you should probably go back to bed, you’ve got a lot tomorrow.” 

“You’re probably right, I’ll try” Tootoo climbs back down into their hammock. Her mind thinks of the possibility for tomorrow. Eventually drifts away to sleep.

     “Morning sleepy head.” Hoola pokes her sister’s face, waking her up. Tootoo rubs her face. She gets up, and jumps off the hammock. “Fiddlement’s outside, they’re trying to figure out the portal stuff. I’m going to be making breakfast, you go ahead.” Hoola waltz to the kitchen and gets the ingredients out - she’s going to make omelettes. 

    Tootoo walks off the ramp. The sun was out, still weird to her. “Hello Tootoo!” Fiddlement’s faint voice calls. “They’re doing some cool stuff here!” She flies toward the work. 

     “We’ve only done this for wubbox, it’s how it travels. But I’m afraid the ship might be too heavy…” said poewk, the wublins were working on setting up the portal. 

     “Well that’s ok, we will find something out.” 

     The wublins were gathering the light bulbs for their electricity. “Tootoo, Fiddlement!” Hoola yells from the ship. They board the ship, and sit at the table. “Breakfast is served!” She places their plates. Fiddlement eats in the awkward way they usually do, eating from the plate, not being able to pick it up. 

     “Hey Hoola, they said the ship might be too heavy for the portal.” Said Tootoo. “Oh, well, I’ll think about something, either I go with you and leave the ship, or I stay and take the ship back.” Hoola replied. 

     They finish breakfast and head back to the wublins. “Tootoo, did you tell your sister?” Poewk was getting the final parts of the portal finished.

     “Yes we did!” 

     “Great, we’re almost done getting it set up.” 

     The light bulbs on the island face each other at one spot. “How does it work?” Pondered Tootoo. “Well, because we can’t use magic, we use artificial magic. We concentrate the electricity from the island into a specific spot.” Explains poewk. “Just a warning, when you teleport, you will fall asleep on the other side. We aren’t exactly sure why, it’s just how it works…”

     “It’s ready!” calls the Brump. Poewk nods at dwumrohl to switch it on. “Stand back,” Bursts of electricity flow fasts, all concentrated into one spot. Sparks fly around. Tootoo turns around, from the brightness. 

     Hoola gets off the ship, before the portal pops up. She run to Tootoo and hugs her sister, “Be safe, I think I can trust you to go alone, with fiddlement, right?” Hoola holds Tootoo’s shoulders in her grasp. The light pomily laughs, “Your can trust me.” She nods.

     “Hoola, thank you for helping us.” Fiddlement thanks their friend’s sister. “Don’t worry about it, I can always help.” She pats their head. The portal sparks to life. “Well, it’s time.” Tootoo turns to the portal. 

     “Alright, get on out there!” Hoola pushes her sister. Across the portal, shows ethereal island in the portal. Tootoo is unsure about this, suddenly scared by it. 

    Screemu comes forward to comfort her, “hey, don’t worry too much about it. Just step through! Hey, follow me, you can follow too fiddlement!” 

     Tootoo nods along. Screemu gets down to her eye level, and holds up their hand. They control their breaths, while putting their fingers up each second they breathe. Until the last breath. “There, you feel better?” 

     “Yeah, I was just kinda nervous.” 

     Screemu pats Tootoo’s back. Fiddlement and Tootoo step in, with one last look back. The portal closes. “Oh, hey! Tell Wubbox I said hi!” waves off Screemu

     “They grow up so fast.” Hoola jokingly cries. “Alright Hoola, wanna spend another night?” Screemu pokes her. “Nah, I think I’ll pass, it was hard for me to fall asleep last night. I’ve gotta get this ship to the shanty!”

     “Welp, visit again, don’t want to miss even more new wublins!”