I'm actually really excited for the eu tour with Bilmuri. The sheer difference in surface-level vibe will be interesting + compliment each other nicely, especially for them as an opener. And, from what I've seen, Bilmuri is funny as fuck with the 'murican shit, so it'll be a good primer for some good ol' fashioned sleepy shenanigans
hope the EU eepies have fun with them!! I watched his interview with Nik Nocturnal and it sounds like they're planning to be just as obnoxiously American in Europe as usual (it's a good interview even if u don't know them btw! he talks about the upcoming tour + from how he describes potential interactions with Vessel (á la "plz bro I need this"), I can see them maybe being goofies with each other) Idk it looks like it'll be a good time for everyone
(I miss my little snoozers :( November is too far :( [emote:Sadge])
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Mr. and Mr. President (Trump/Biden)
Fanfic Blurb: When an assassination attempt is made on the former president of the United States and fails, Joe Biden rushes to call his political rival to see if he's okay…. The conversation takes a turn that will change their lives, as well as the fate of the United States, forever.
Rated G Crack Fic, 320 word count, link to AO3 page provided
Warnings: It's a Bidump fic... or is it Bump... or Triden?
A completely NOT serious Bidump one-shot that I threw together. Inspired by a meme shared on Reddit r/AO3. In no way does this fic reflect my political beliefs. This is purely for laughs and the rated-G butterflies for the Bump-freaks in the back.
FINAL WARNING... YOU MIGHT REGRET READING THIS, CLICK OFF NOW:
Biden: I guess I wanna say.... I'm glad you're OK.
Trump: We may be political rivals, but we'll always have something special. The MOST special.
Biden: Now, look. I've been trying to say something during this whole conversation, and you keep exclaiming over me like you always do. It's distrac—it's distracting.
Trump: Well then, let's hear it.
Biden: Almost losing you made me realize something, Don.
Trump: Oh yeah? What's that?
Biden: I lo... I mean... I lo—lo—lo... ~furrows brow as he tries to remember the words and make the corresponding sounds with his mouth noises~ Now look here, Don, I lo—
Trump: ~waves it off~ Stop. I already know, I already know. The fake news media is not only the enemy of the people, but it's the enemy of you and me.
Biden: Don—
Trump: Hold it! I'M talking now, OK? You can wait your turn, dear Sleepy Joe. The way I see it, the shooter would have shot me in the heart if he'd been able to. But even if his aim had been true, he forgot one thing.
Biden: ~mumbles confusedly~ Wh—what's that?
Trump: ~pauses for dramatic effect~ What that shooter didn't realize is that my heart is safe with you. He was aiming in the wrong place, completely and entirely.
Biden: ~mutters something incoherently affectionate~ ~overcome with emotion; brain glitches more than usual~
Trump: You too, Joe. I understand, I understand. In fact, NO ONE understands better than me what you just said, and I gotta tell ya, I feel the same. I feel the same.
~silence for a while on the phone call~
Trump: What're you doing now, Joe...?
Biden: On my private jet. On my way to come and see you.
Trump: ~hangs up the phone and dials his Rally Coordinator~ Cancel all my rallies, speaking engagements, and appointments for the next few days. Something more important just came up...
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