#mr vice president im speaking !

[dipperscavern]

STARK NATIONNN I AM PAINTING THE TOWN WHITE

[chavatangakwunua]

sometimes i think about what happens next after one of my failed runs

imagine, anton rayne, cleaned up his predecessors' mess with a vaguely centrist economic revival and a more democratic constitution but gave up to rumburg like a coward even though the army situation wasnt even that bad (it was and i lost to them in this run but let's assume i didnt)

obviously everyone is mad as fuck at rayne for losing all that territory. he just went from a pretty good president to the SCREED OF THE EARTH AND A TRAITOR.

rayne knows this all too well and resigns. retreats out of the public eye and moves to some nondescript house at the edge of the city with the wife and kids.

nobody vists him for years. everyone eventually thinks he died or something. good riddance.

then comes a knock at his door. rayne opens it to see none other than lucian galade himself.

anton smiles at him and invites him in. lucian looks a little taken aback at anton's state. anton notices and says, "not what you expected, huh?"

"it just, does not look like a house worthy of a former president, that's all."

"it's an okay house, just like how i was an okay president. and my childhood home was much worse than this."

"right." lucian uncharacteristically is at a loss for words.

"if youre wondering where the rest of the family is, the kids have both grown old and moved out. monica is still working to further the rights of women in the country so she isn't at home most of the time." anton's face doesn't change except for a slight tick in his left hand. "or, more realistically, she couldnt stand to see my face after i sold the country off to rumburg. she has her own house now."

lucian sees that all the family photos he remembers lining the walls in anton's old house (hes only ever been there once but he has a good memory) are gone. theres a few left, of deana with her friends in kyrute, franc with his wife in united contana, cut-outs of photos of monica in the newspapers. university pictures of anton and petr.

"what about you, mr vice president? i see you still havent married."

lucian shakes his head.

"no. and i see you've been keeping up with the news." of course. rayne mustve seen at least the headlines when scouring for mentions of his (ex?) wife in the papers. of course he didnt miss his old advisor lucian galade managing to score himself the vice presidency without him.

"im not mad," anton assures. "its hopeful to see at least someone surviving the dumpster fire of my presidency unscathed."

"i know," lucian says. anton laughs at this. lucian just stays tightlipped like he always is.

lucian keeps returning after this. brings him expensive wine and cigars and sweets. anton jokingly accuses him of corruption and lucian shuts him down. they play chess. anton tells him about work (he teaches economics) and his personal life (can you BELIEVE what my next door neighbour did yesterday??). lucian, meanwhile, doesnt ever talk about his work or his personal life.

one time anton babbles about something one of his students spat in his face once. hes laughing it off but lucian is bothered. he asks why he lets his students speak to him like that and anton tries to wave it off. "im used to it," he says. "and he was right."

the conversation turns to anton's old presidency.

"why did you do it?" lucian asks.

"i was scared. i knew our army was good but not good enough, and we didnt have enough allies to fill in the gaps. we wouldve lost. and to save everyone the trouble i wouldve killed myself." he turns his hand into a shape of a finger gun and places it on his own head. he mimes a pow and his brain getting blown. "maybe i shouldve done it anyway."

lucian tells him to knock it off. anton just giggles (its the alcohol isnt it) and mumbles something about simply following petr's path.

lucian apologizes for bringing it up but anton keeps on going. how nobody would miss him anyway, how everyone was right, how hes a stain on the nation that must be cleansed

lucian slaps him hard enough to startle anton out of his funk and says lucian is going to miss him, so he better not do it.

anton sputters out an apology, looking completely flushed (is it still the alcohol?) and then they kiss

[dontblamethewitches]

sometimes i think of when kamala said "mr. vice president im speaking. im speaking...k?" to mike pence

[mxbitters]

pENCE IS WORSE AT DEBATING AND MISQUOTING OPPONENTS AND PETTILY BLOWING IT OUT OF PROPORTION THAN I WAS IN THE 7TH GRADE

[loveisbraveandwild]

MR VICE PRESIDENT IM SPEAKING IM SPEAKING

[snoopysfriendwoodstock]

taylor would not use 🤣 she is a well documented 😹 user. this is bc she likes cats. “there’s nothing like a mad woman 😹😹😹*kamala harris mr vice president im speaking gif*”

fixed it for u. fake fan. puthew ( spitting on u )

i have to respect this

[darealsaltysam]

Between Dreams And Memories - A DreamSMP Retelling

yes im promoting i again :)

Between Dreams and Memories is a retelling of the first season of the DreamSMP, with original lore, backstory for most major characters, and cameos from characters not normally included in the storyline! (CaptainSparklez, Squid Kid, The Lunch Club, and a future cameo from Mr Beast + friends is planned!)

It also includes references to events outside of the main storyline and ties it into the full story! (The Hypixel Potato War, Drista, Dreamons + Dreamon Hunters, as well as future plans to include the Techno vs Dream Duel!)

PLEASE REMEMBER: THIS STORY HAS NO SHIPPING/SMUT/ANYTHING WEIRD!!! THE ONLY “SHIPPING” INCLUDED ARE SMALL REFRENCES TO THE QUACKITY/SCHLATT “RELATIONSHIP”

As of making this post the story has just reached the point of past the election, with Pogtopia being founded and the walls being broken down! I usually upload a chapter a day, one every two days at worst!

I’d love more attention for this fic, so if it sounds interesting, you can read it here!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26678554/chapters/65069272

 If you’re still reconsidering it, here’s an excerpt from Chapter 57 - The Right Hand Man!

 Niki stayed still, her weapon still grasped tightly in her hand as the man approached her, but even with her stable stance she could not hide how much she begun trembling from fear. Schlatt stopped right in front of her, leaned forward, and put on that usual, forced and menacing smile he had been dawning since that morning.

 ‘Where are the former President and Vice-President, Ms. Nihachu?’, he asked, his voice sending a chill through her whole body. She gulped, looked aside and tried to avoid eye contact. Those bright yellow eyes with black slits were burning right through her.  ‘...They’re gone. They got away.’, she looked back at the man for a moment, a smile tugging at the edge of her lips. They got Tommy and Wilbur away – That was one step closer to victory. ‘They’re in the woods now. If you kill them out there, that’s a murder on your hands.’.  ‘And you let them get away, Ms. Nihachu?’. This time, Niki found herself unable to respond. Tubbo stepped closer. When she noticed he was about to cover for her, she interrupted before he even got the chance to speak;

 ‘Y-yes. Yes I did.’, she quickly said, feeling her grip on her sword getting loose.  ‘...That’s no good.’, Schlatt muttered to himself. ‘But I like to believe that was just... A silly lapse in your judgment that can be forgiven, am I correct?’. For a moment, Niki looked at Tubbo - Whatever Schlatt planned for her, he would most likely carry out on him, too. So she simply nodded, trying to ignore the deafening pounding of her own heart.

 ‘Yes, sir.’.  ‘And you’ll make sure this doesn’t happen again?’.  ‘Yes, sir.’.  ‘Good, good... One more thing... It’s not “sir”. Address me properly.’.  ‘I won’t-‘.  'What was that, Ms. Nihachu?'.

 Schlatt lifted his hand, two or three people in the crowd lifting up their crossbows, aiming them at Niki and Tubbo. The woman hesitated. She could see the boy next to her trembling with fear, grasping onto her sleeve with all his strength. She had to put her pride aside and prioritise her own, and above all, Tubbo’s safety. She took a deep breath, her oncoming words feeling like venom on her tongue as she spoke;

 ‘...My apologies, Mr. President.’.

If you enjoyed this small bit, you may enjoy the whole story!

Read it here;

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26678554/chapters/65069272

[meaningtotellyou]

MR VICE PRESIDENT IM SPEAKING

[heystephen]

KSJSNDND SHE SAID “mr. Vice President im speaking. im speaking.” men will be interrupting women like.. honest to god shut the fuck up

[rainycabride]

mr. vice president im speaking. let's have a conversation, okay?

[dipperscavern]

hiii stark nation !! unfortunately coming on here to announce my onset (hopefully brief) hiatus 😞🫶🏻 ive got a lot going on in my personal life + not feeling very motivated in the writing department i fear

im going to go revert back to my primitive savage ways and tan on the beach and probbaly get attacked by packs of wild monkeys <33 I LOVE YOU GUYS BE BACK SOON LOVE U LOVE U LOVE U (YES YOU) CREGAN STARK PELASE RAVAGE ME WITH THE FORCE OF AN ANCIENT VIKING ON COCONUT JUICE OKAY BYE

[redgravewolfe]

MR VICE PRESIDENT IM SPEAKING. IM SPEAKING

[melodramas-archive]

MR VICE PRESIDENT IM SPEAKING :)))))) IM SPREAKING :))))))

[luvrgirl555]

“MR VICE PRESIDENT IM SPEAKING” DRAG HIMMMMMM

[loveisbraveandwild]

“mr vice president im speaking im speaking 😁” - queen

[notblueitsviolentrain]

MR VICE PRESIDENT IM SPEAKING