#hippo writes

[hippolotamus]

can nobody hear me? (i've got a lot that's on my mind)

some EddieKaren thoughts that have been rolling around my brain since the end of S7 🫶

“How did you do it?” Eddie asks, staring into the wine glass loosely held in his grasp. “Do what?” Karen raises a brow at him before taking a sip of her Pinot Noir.  Eddie decides that’s a good idea, too. Something he can do to stall while the full bodied liquid bursts with flavor on his tongue. Earthy, oaky, all the little nuanced notes Eddie’s never been able to discern quite like other people. He knows hops, summer ales and IPAs, but tannins or detecting Napa versus some remote region in France? Not really his forte.  “The empty room,” he finally supplies. “When-"  He doesn’t finish his sentence - can’t finish it - but he doesn’t think he’ll have to.  “Oh.” Karen slowly lowers her glass to the coffee table and folds her hands in her lap.  “The first night-“ She fixes her gaze on a spot by the door, as if she expects to relive the nightmare all over again at any moment. “The first night without Mara was absolute hell. We sat in her room for hours, me and Hen. Like worried parents waiting up for someone we knew wasn’t coming.” She continues to stare, clicking her thumbnails together. “In the morning it was almost worse. To wake up and remember all over again. To realize nothing had changed except the position of the sun. Our daughter was still gone. Ripped right out from under us.”  He watches as her jaw ticks and she swallows down the bitter memories. She finally looks at him, her face painted with compassion and a watery smile. “But life didn’t stop. No matter how much we wanted it to. We still had Denny. He reminded us that we weren’t the only ones hurting.”  Eddie shifts uncomfortably in his chair, wanting to hide from her subtle insinuation. The way she always sees through him. “It was him and trying to figure out how to get Mara back. How to get our family back. That's what kept us going. What kept us from giving up on everything else.” A tangle of emotions sits in his chest, barbed wire slowly ensnaring his heart and lungs. He doesn’t have another kid to keep him afloat, or a villain councilwoman to fight. Only himself. Well, him and his demons. The voices in his head telling him he should have died in Afghanistan. Or on the sunny streets of LA. The insistent whispers that he should have skipped the step where he dared to hope, that he should have conceded Chris to his parents in the beginning. He wishes fixing this was as easy as convenient body cam footage.  “Hey.” Karen lightly touches his shoulder, just enough to remind him she’s still there. “He’ll come back.” It’s meant to be a comfort, he knows that. Except it feels like a platitude, the way people say ‘remember the good times’ when someone close dies. A part of him wants to throw the wine, to ask how she can say that. Because she doesn’t know. Just like Eddie didn’t know he would ever have to be without Chris again. A different piece of him wants to throw a tantrum. He wants to be the one screaming for once and making demands of the unfeeling universe.  Instead, he gives her a tight nod. “I hope so.”

[hippolotamus]

thanks for the tag @stereopticons 😘 pretty sure i've shared this before but i'm not bothered by sharing it again. from you're where I wanna go:

An old country song he can’t remember the name of anymore plays on the radio. The singer croons about a Mexican maiden and a young cowboy, wild as the Texas wind. Buck looks to the doorway and smiles to himself thinking about the young cowboy who swept him off his feet so long ago.  Eddie’s hair has turned completely gray, coffee brown eyes have dulled, surrounded by wrinkles and crow’s feet, and there’s nothing quick about his movements anymore. Not that Buck’s any better. It doesn’t stop him from seeing the ruggedly handsome man with the devastating smile that could always stop Buck in his tracks.  The song fades, transitioning to a newscast. The top story is a report out of New York where protests are breaking out because of a police raid. Buck stops eating, pausing so he can turn up the volume. He listens to the sounds of countless voices shouting and chanting behind the reporter, effectively drowning them out. From what he can gather, the police raided a place called the Stonewall Inn hours before. And people had finally had enough.

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This week’s word is…

🎶 SONG 🎶

Find the word in any WIP and share the sentence containing it. Reply, reblog, stick it in the tags, tag us in a new post, or keep it private. All fandoms, all ships, all writers welcome.

[romeenmasood]

[thievinghippo]

I'm never getting over Emmrich's face here, just after Rook has flirted with him over a dead body. This is a man who has dreamed of love, has yearned for it for years and never truly expected to find it at his age

I think it's very telling how in the garden date he says it's been years since he's had company, not that it's been years since he's been in a relationship. My guess is he's mostly had very discreet liaisons with fellow Mourn Watchers over the years, maybe the occasional noble when he's helped with their problems. But that he has very limited experience with actual relationships (because of his first partner, Hezenkoss, a hill I will die on)

And then Rook

At first, I'm sure he brushed it off. I have to imagine that flirting with Professor Volkarin is a rite of passage for young students of necromancy, which would explain how he didn't miss a beat the first time Rook flirts with him

But then Rook keeps showing up. And keeps flirting. Rook compliments his necromancy, his looks, his kindness, all things that are important to him as a person. (We know he's a bit vain. A gentleman is never without a brush and a razor, after all)

This, I think, is the moment that he actually lets himself hope. That he starts to wonder 'what if?' And eventually, those hopes will lead him to a love that he could have only imagined in his dreams

[dangerpronebuddie]

🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵 obviously 🙄 (pretty please, I love it so much)

Obviously 😁

“It's- it's disgusting!” Buck cries. “What is?” Hen asks as she sits down beside Chim. “Eddie and Ethan spent the entire call flirting,” Chim says. “Buckaroo is handling it like a true professional.” Buck sticks his tongue out at Chim. “It is unprofessional that they spent more time talking about Ethan's tattoos than actually doing their job.” “And… what's professional about whatever you and Eddie got going on?” Hen questions, raising her eyebrows. “Not the point,” Buck says, pointing a finger at her. “Besides, we don't have anything going on.” “There's his real problem,” Chim says before snapping his gum. “I just think it's weird Eddie's always hanging around that guy whenever we get called to a scene with them,” Buck says, trying to get the conversation back on track. “And- and they're texting constantly. I know we said we'd try and set them up but it's excessive!” Hen leans close to Chim like she's going to whisper to him, but uses a stage whisper instead. “I think I've seen this before.” Chim nods sagely and strokes an imaginary beard. “I think you're right. Think he'll date this one too?”

Make Me Write!

(also, I really liked this bit, so it's my WIP Wednesday!)

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[reverie-quotes]

I had become to myself a place of unhappiness in which I could not bear to be; but I could not escape from myself.

— St. Augustine, Confessions

[daffi-990]

Fantasy AU Buck & Eddie

As Buck draws the bowstring back he feels Eddie come up beside him, feels the heat of his body pressing along his side.

Eddie reaches around Buck, his left hand splaying over Buck’s lower back as the fingers of his right hand delicately run down Buck’s arm from his wrist to the bend of his left elbow.

“Archery is about your breath,” Eddie says softly, “let it guide you, ground you, focus you. Let the bow become an extension of you, just like a sword. You are not it’s master, wielding control over it, but it’s partner, working alongside it.”

The warmth from Eddie’s breath as he speaks caresses Buck’s neck, goose flesh pebbling in its wake. Buck tries to keep his focus on the target in front of him and not on the male behind him, pressing in closer, his lips now ghosting over the shell of Buck’s ear.

“Choose your target and get them in your sights. Let the world slow down around you, like the only two things that exist in this moment are you and them.”

Buck takes a deep breath, the scent of Eddie invading his senses. His woodsy, earthy aroma floods Buck’s nose, his eyes fluttering shut as he greedily inhales another lungful. He swallows thickly, and swears he can taste fresh rain on his tongue.

Buck feels the press of Eddie’s nose against his hair, feels the way the other males chest rises as he takes a breath. Feels the shudder of his exhale, his arms shifting and the muscles drawing tense around Buck, like he’s holding himself rigid.

Holding himself back.

Could this mean that Eddie feels it too? This pull between them? Like they’re two magnets and the closer they get to one another, the harder it is to pull away? Buck wants to find out what would happen if they didn’t pull away. If they just let themselves collide.

“Take a breath to steady your aim,” Buck does as instructed, Eddie’s scent wrapping around him and inside him once again, “and then as you exhale, let the arrow,” his lips ghost the shell of Buck’s ear, “fly.”

Buck releases the arrow, watching it soar towards the target, landing just off centre.

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @dangerpronebuddie & @tizniz

Surprise! I know I haven’t been participating in a lot of writing games atm (thank you to everyone who still keeps tagging ❤️) due to being swamped with stupid life stresses and responsibilities but I’ve also been using my free time to read and rediscover my love for art 😍

This snippet is from my Buddie Fantasy AU, that I actually wrote a little bit ago and something about it stuck with me and eventually inspired me to try bringing it to life.

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[bucketspammer4life]

punch out headcanons bc im suddenly concious and alive

zoo wee mama

Mac once stole a energy drink from a gas situation but ended up returning it after he tasted it and thought it was bad.

Soda'a favorite soda flavor is actually watermelon, he isn't really picky about what flavor he drinks but if he has the choice he'll usually pick watermelon, if that isn't available he'll just pick apple flavored instead.

Disco Kid has headphones on 99% of the time, thanks to that he has shitty hearing and may or may not have tinnitus,he likes making overly complex playlists for stuff like winning a match, losing a match such and such.

King Hippo is naturally bug repellent, nobody has any idea how he doesn't get bitten by bugs and nobody dares question it, he doesn't know how it works himself,if you were to ask him he'd just give you a shrug.

Aran Ryan has been sent to a wilderness camp more than once, thanks to that he has survival skills that could challenge Bear Hugger.

Bald Bull likes to eat garlic cloves just to terrorize people, he finds their reactions funny.

Bear Hugger used to be friends with a soundcloud rapper, they were on good terms until his friend said that they wanted to focus on their music instead. (im not elaborating do what you want with this info)

Glass Joe and his clothes reek of expensive cologne and cigarettes, he doesn't really feel ashamed about the cigarette smell but wants to spare the other boxers's noses, he actually finds the smell of cigarettes to remind him of his parents,its comforting to him in a way.

Von Kaiser cannot tolerate seeing stains on others shirts and prefers clothes clean, he hates seeing people make their shoes dirty to make it look aesthetically pleasing.

Piston Hondo likes making tea & coffee for other people, he finds it relaxing.

[marlynnofmany]

Shadow creatures seem to usually be cats, or maybe birds, things that can move about like patches of stealthy blackness. But it would be really interesting to find one that was a different animal, something you might not expect to be stealthy.

Shadow hippopotamus, jaws wide as the sky! Commence pants-wetting.

[diazsdimples]

Go feral? Don’t mind if I do. Ok, so, let’s talk about OB doc Thomas Kinard and his newest nurse, Evan Buckley. Evan is all sunshine and youth and enthusiasm and eager af to constantly learn more and impress those around him. Tommy hates him. But only because Tommy’s been burnt one too many times by romance.

And jesus this kid just doesn’t let up. He follows everyone around like a lost puppy. Dr. Wilson, chief of surgery. Chim, head anesthesiologist. Diaz, the heart surgeon (yeah, you read that right). And he’s somehow latched onto Bobby, head nutritionist of the hospital. It’s fucking adorable.

Evan is always right there with whatever Tommy needs for a procedure. Supplies, information, forms, or trying to be a shoulder to cry on when things don’t turn out the way they planned. When a little one or a mother is lost.

For months Tommy is able to keep his distance. Shut Evan out for damn close to a year. Because this kid is too good to be true and Tommy just needs to wait it out. It’ll pass. The feelings will pass.

But they don’t. It only gets worse when one day Tommy notices the hospital’s PR person, Taylor fucking Kelly, getting way too comfortable with Evan. Touching his shoulder and fidgeting with a loose curl. It shouldn’t bother him but it does. Ratcheting up the possessiveness Tommy’s been shoving down.

“Everything okay here?” Tommy folds his arms and deliberately puts himself between Taylor and Evan.

“Fine,” Taylor drawls, flashing her signature predatory smile. All the grace and pleasantness of a shark about to attack.

“Could I borrow Evan for just a moment?” Tommy asks, already grabbing Evan by the elbow and guiding him towards an empty exam room.

*

“What’s going on? Is everything o-”Buck doesn’t get a chance to finish his sentence because Dr Kinard, Tommy — he has no idea what to call him right now — is hauling him in for a bruising kiss. It’s intense but sweet, like lightning and champagne rushing through his veins.

“It is now,” Tommy answers when they separate, suddenly looking shy. “If it was for you. I shouldn’t have - was that okay?”

Somehow Buck manages to find his voice. “Yeah. That works.”

Hippo get back here, you can't just drop this in my inbox and then LEAVE 🔪🔪🔪

You might just find a continuation of this in your inbox in the next few days. Who knows

[hippolotamus]

Sunday Sentences 🧜‍♂️

Tagged by the oh so lovely and talented @elvensorceress and @bidisasterevankinard for this fine Sunday (go check their words if you haven’t!) 💖

Some more mer!buck. Follows this snippet (one day I’ll write myself out of this section…)

“You ‘nly h’ve two.”  “What?”  “Sorry,” Evan says again, taking his hands away. “I said ‘you only have two’. Like, just two pointy teeth.” Eddie’s grin widens, showing them off, running his tongue over them. They’re so…. odd and he can’t help wanting to get closer.  His parents are always telling him to stop being so rude and curious, but he can’t seem to stop himself. It’s like there’s a mechanism built into his body, constantly compelling him forward. If he could find the off switch that would make him behave and fit in, he would flip it in an instant.  “Really? Just two? What good is it only having two?” Maybe there’s more further back that Evan can’t see. He uses his arms to push himself up, allowing him to flop his whole body on the sand next to Eddie. Despite their looks the teeth feel almost dull under his fingertips as he gently presses them, making Eddie laugh.  “Oh.” Eddie’s laughter dies, but not in the frightened way it had before.  “Oh?” Triton, what’s he done now? Ever so slowly a half smile returns, lighting Eddie’s features up with awe and fascination. “You have a tail. Because of course you do.”

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[thatssomegoodsoup]

GOD OF ROADKILL X READER HCs

The reader is a gardener, animal activist, farmer, careful driver, veterinarian, animal rehabber, etc. (you choose!)

I'd say he protects you when you're on the road

The height different is INSANE. He can hold you like a sandwich.

Smells like death

Would love to cuddle with the reader

^ puts his head in your lap, holds you like a sandwich, lets you lay on his ribcage

Communicates telepathically

You find it odd that ever since dating him, all animals seem to like you. Even the violent ones like chimpanzees and hippos.

He would definitely bring you carvings of animals, art of animals, etc.

Since he is a god, he could fulfill your desires. I think there are some things that are outside of his reach though.

[greattigerssimp]

It's done!! It's finally done!! My magnum opus... My Punch Out AU!

This is my punch out, AU guys!! I'm finally done!! I've worked on this for about a month, and it's done!!! It's a very large AU, <10,600 words, but it's sooooo good!!! Please read it, guys! Listen to music or something if it's way too long to just sit down and read (I'm a writer after all) but please acknowledge it!! ^^

[thievinghippo]

Tonight's fanfic research. I haven't researched this much for a ship since I wrote Waiting for Spring. I love it

[dangerpronebuddie]

🐶🐶🐶🐶🐶 this one is one is so flipping cute 🥰

We're gonna ignore the fact I thought today was Wednesday and move on to the next ask 😅. Anyhoo! Glad you're enjoying this one 🥰🥰 (coincidentally, have more jealous Buck)

“So…” Buck draws out the word, a cheeky smile on his face. Unless Eddie is imagining things though, it appears a little forced. “Any hot dates yet?” Eddie gives a bemused smile. He can feel his face heat, but maybe with the crappy lighting, Buck won't notice. “Why would there be?” “You said it was your therapy homework, didn't you?” Buck asks. It was, but Eddie doesn't remember telling Buck that. Maybe he did. He hasn't exactly had his head on straight lately. “Yeah, but… I don't know man,” Eddie sighs. “Focusing on that now?” “Far be it from me to disagree with Frank, but you've got a point,” Buck says. “Wouldn't want you setting down roots with some random person down there, right?” He chuckles, but it sounds a little off. It's probably the speaker on Buck's tablet.

Make Me Write!

[reverie-quotes]

Tears and agonies, therefore, are objects of love.

— St. Augustine, Confessions