everyone give it up for bestie a @badgrl-675 im going to think about this for the rest of my life.
og post link![ID: an 8 panel comic, featuring young Athena Cykes and Simon Blackquill. it is coloured with watercolour, and inked with a black pen.In the first frame, Athena stands in front of Simon, who stands very tall and intimidating in comparison, and asks; "Mr. Simonn??" In return, he radiates an aura of darkness.Next, Athena is in front of the viewer, visible from the waist up. She brings a finger to her cheek and follows up with, "you're a lawyer, right?"Simon, from shoulders-up, looks confused and intrigued, and says, "yes...?" He thinks; (Where is this going..)Athena, shown from waist up, strokes her hair and looks to the left, concerned. She then elaborates, "So I was watching this video, and it said this guy was a famous lawyer, but I have no idea who it is. D'you think you could help?"Simon looks confident and says, "Sure! I know tons of lawyers"Athena has a simplistic smile and holds up her tablet. She says,"Great! Here it is!"Simon holds the tablet. His eye bulge out and he looks shocked. He then looks directly at the viewer, looking shell-shocked.The video in question has the thumbnail of a drawing of Manfred von Karma blushing, and kissing Mater. The video is title is; MaterFred kissing 10 hours. The video has 40k views, and was posted yesterday. /End ID.]

Library

Storage of all the fine MaterFred literature!
If something is uncredited, please assume I (dullahandame) was the poor bastard who wrote it.- if you were a car door, i'd slam you all night
"It all started when Manfred shot Lightning McQueen in cold blood on the racetrack, in order to get a leg up as the only human in a world of cars. He was scared that the desperately sexy Mater, McQueen's lover, would want revenge, but it seemed he was... flirting with him?!"
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AO3 link!- My Heart is Skidding like a Tire on Ice
Manfred von Karma is the perfect ice skater! He's the only good one. The only person better than him is Mater, his deathly rival. And he's seen enough men in leotards to know a pair of legs! But.......... when Manfred falls onto the ice........................ who will be there to catch him?????
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AO3 link!- now i know what a fool i've been
Manfred von Carma. A renowned prosecutor who always gets a guilty verdict. A man with a vast estate and a ghost begrudingly serving him dinner and two children who he hates. What more could he want? It turns out, a lot.
One day, a defendant escapes custody and retreats to a town, which just so happens to be Radiator Springs. Manfred meets a stunningly handsome tow truck, and his life is changed forever.
Will he be able to escape the ghosts of his past? Or will this be yet another shot he's missed?
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AO3 link!- Hyundai Immortal
What if My Immortal was MaterFred. Hi, my name is Eimear, and I just copy-pasted the entirety of My Immortal into MaterFredism.
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AO3 link
(note: the AO3 version is outdated, and I have since redone it in the above carrd. The AO3 version will not be updated.)- Short Pieces
List of Contents
copper hydroxide: a poem by @prosecutingprodigy
binder blues: a short story by jinxedparadox
siren calls: a poem by @0rph3uss.tumblr.com
You're In a Beautiful Car: a poem I found in my notes app which I presume I wrote.
Showtime: a short drabble by me.
Collection here!- Manfred and Mater's first date
Manfred Von Karma and Mater go on a date.
Fic by @sebastiandebestefanclub!
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AO3 link!- These Among Us Babies Need A Father
Manfred von Carma is a sad sad man working at the AMong Us daycare until... a ghost of his past drives in the front door !!!!!
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now i know what a fool i've beenThis story, just like all stories, begins with Manfred von Carma of metal-detector fame prosecuting a case. He was very confident and very dickheadish, but he was so stunningly yaoi that nobody minded.Manfred slammed his yaoi hand on the bench as he raised a bag labelled ‘VERY LEGIT EVIDENCE.’“Your honour,” he says, “I have... very important evidence to present to the court.”He took a gun out of the bag and pointed it at the judge.“I believe this... evidence... makes the defense’s case fall apart at the seams.” He smirked. “How imperfect.”“Objection!” A shout came from the unimportant defense attorney facing him. “You are threatening the judge with a pistol! I believe that, at the very least, I should be allowed to cross-examine the witness again!”The judge thought for a moment, before shaking his head, not a single thought in his brain. “Objection overruled. I don’t understand why you’re making such outlandish claims about the prosecutor, Mr. Wright!”The defense attorney cursed under his breath, but Manfred could hear it with his magic powers. However, he did not care. He was too busy wondering why the judge had called him ‘Mr. Wright.’ This warranted a whipping, he would have to set Franziscar on him later.“I believe that these court proceedings must be postponed until tomorrow. The defense and prosecution should take this time to investigate the revelations had today. This court is adjourned!”The judge slammed his gavel, and Manfred took the shot. However, he missed, and now there was just another bullet hole in the ceiling. Oh well, 40 years down, but many to go. He could kill the judge yet.Manfred left the courthouse in his portable elevator, perfectly content. It was Christmas, after all, so nothing could go wrong. Gregcary Edgeworth being shot in an elevator was an example of this; he hadn’t missed, and so, he had succeeded.He arrived home to his loving wife and kids, except he was gay and his children did not love him. The ghost of Gregcary Edgeworth sighed as Manfred closed the door.“von Carma, if you’re going to make me haunt you and mind your children - one of which is mine - in your mansion, could you at least hang your coat up on the coathook instead of the umbrella stand?”“No.” Manfred replied. “Bitch.”Gregcary rolled his eyes and raised an invisible hand from where he was washing the dishes, the thick coating of suds being the only reason Manfred could see it.“Dinner’s in the fridge. I heard about the trial today.” Gregcary sighed. “You nearly gave Raymond a heart attack when you threatened the judge with a gun.”Manfred shrugged. “I calculated a misfire, just as I always do.” He massaged the shoulder with the metal bullet in it. “Besides, it wasn’t in an elevator, so I couldn’t use my powers.”Gregcary returned to his dishes, like he always did, because Manfred Manor always had an excess of dirty dishes which Manfred imported from Belgium."You know, von Carma, pardon my language, but you are a bitch."Manfred didn't reply. What was there to dispute? Instead, he chose to change the topic to something that would expose his bitchiness equally well, but which would mean that he didn't have to confront it immediately.He gripped at his yaoi shoulder. "Swearing on Christmas isn't very festive of you, Edgeworth. Are you, for some reason, mad at me :(?"Manfred made yaoi eyes at Gregcary but they did not work because he wasn't in an elevator. Gregcary's eyes narrowed at him"You really are a bitch," he said. "You do not care about the holidays and you are bad with my kids.""Yes." Manfred nodded. "However, that is irrelevant."Whatever bitching Gregcary was about to do was cut off by the ringing of the Crime Phone. Gregcary ghost-levitated it so fast it whacked Manfred in the yaoi face. However, he caught it deftly in his yaoi fingers, and he lifted it to his yaoi ears.“Hello?” He said.“Prosecutor von Carma!” The voice from the phone was so cheerful that it brought a blush to Manfred’s yaoi cheeks near-immediately. It was...“Damon Gant?!” Manfred cried like a tsundere anime girl. He began to twirl the cord of the Crime Phone, like a yaoi schoolgirl. “Haiiiii ^_^ what are you up to?”“Oh, not much!” Gant replied. “Been swimming and that was nice.”Manfred restrained himself from the vision of Gant in a swimsuit. Instead, he made his reply.“Great!”A silence hung in the air for a good eight minutes. Manfred was a little shy.“So!” Gant spoke again. “There has been a crime.”“Oh no!!” Manfred whimpered. This meant that someone else had committed that crime before he had had an opportunity to commit it himself. Double jeopardy or some shit.“Dan Fenton (no relation), the defendant in your most recent case, has escaped!”“Oh no!!” Manfred mewled. This meant that he wasn’t able to kill the defendant, which was very yaoi sad.“Mnafred!!” Gant shouted in a shouting voice. “You need to chase after the defendant!! It is your duty as the prosecutor to hunt down the defendant and kill him with your bare yaoi hands!”“Yaaay!!!” Manfred cheered cheerily. He jumped out the window and directly into his Ford Focus. There was always a patch of the car covered in snow because of the big hole in the roof but he just made Miles Edgeworth sit in that bit.The ghost of Gregcary Edgewoth appeared in the eighteenth story window which Manfred had jumped out of.“von Carma!” He shouted. “Where are you going!”“Crime!” von Carma shouted back.Gregcary swore at him. “Alright, I suppose I’ll call a babysitter for Miles and Franziscar! Then! If you’re just leaving!”“Gregcary Edgeworth you are not coming with me! If you come with me I will shoot you again!”“I’m not getting in another elevator with you, von Carma. You’ll miss.”Manfred tched like an anime girl. This was so unyaoi.Gregcary slid into the passenger seat and buckled his seatbelt. Manfred however did not because he did not fear death. Immediately they pulled out of the driveway at top speed. They got stuck trying to go up a hill because there was a lot of snow. However six hours later they got over the hill and they were onto the highway.Manfred had taken off the roof of the Ford Focus and was wearing sunglasses which meant that he was functionally blind in the night.“von Carma, you need to slow down,” Gregcary chastised.“No,” Manfred replied. “Bitch.”He then immediately skidded on a banana peel and the car flipped six times.“Ow fuck!” Manfred shouted. “My yaoi spine!”“This is what happens when you don’t wear your seatbelt,” Gregcary replied. He turns to the reader. “Remember, kids, always wear your seatbelt, or you’ll end up like us; divorced.”They both looked around as they stumbled out of the wrecked Ford Focus. It was the middle of the night and so there was no one around on this busy highway.“I’m going to call a tow truck,” Gregcary stated. Manfred did not reply because his yaoi spine was broken in seven places.Gregcary made the tow truck mating call, and sure enough, a ragged looking tow truck came trundling along. Suddenly, Gregcary gasped. Manfred moved his yaoi neck enough to see the reason for Gregcary’s shock, and he also gasped.The tow truck before them was, to put it bluntly, fucking hot. It had big yaoi tires and kind eyes and the hook hanging off of its back was so, so sexy. Manfred was so enveloped by his need for his yaoilicious lips that he forgot about his broken yaoi spine momentarily. He tried to stand up.“Ow fuck!” Manfred mewled. “My yaoi spine!”“Howdy there!” The tow truck called. “Y’all hurt?”“No,” Gregcary replied, uninjured because he was a ghost. “We’re both alright.”“I need to be held,” replied Manfred.“No you don’t,” replied Gregcary. He had a point.The tow truck nodded. “Ah see, ah see.” The truck got a good look at their crashed Ford Focus. “How th’ hell didja crash yer car so bad?”“von Carma wasn’t wearing his seatbelt.” Gregcary pointed at Manfred like a little bitch.The tow truck stopped as he turned to look at Manfred. His gaze roved over him slowly, taking in all of his yaoi body parts. Manfred shivered as the tow truck opened its mouth.“‘von Carma’?” The tow truck asked lowly. “You got any name other than that, fer us to know each other more... intimaterly?”The silver-haired prosecutor gulped. “I... my name is Manfred.”The truck smirked at him, oh so gently, and Manfred could feel himself falling. ‘Not again’, he told himself, ‘don’t get your yaoi heart broken another time.’“Manny, then. I’ll call ye ‘Manny.’” And just like that, Manfred was gone. He had always known that his downfall was the fact that he had too much love in his yaoi body.“And I don’t suppose you’d trade your name for his?” Gregcary interjected like a cunt.The tow truck laughed. “Oh, ‘course, where are my manners?” He made slow yaoi eye contact with Manfred, something he savoured.“The name’s Mater.”“Now, ‘Mater’,” Gregcary continued, having taken out a ghost notepad and ghost pencil. “Would you happen to know where we are?”“Oh, ‘course! Yer on the outskirts of Radiator Springs!”Radiator Springs... now there was a name that Manfred hadn’t heard in decades.“I can tow ye back to town if ye want?” His eyes lidded. “Fer... a price.”Manfred crossed his yaoi fingers, hoping for something from his yaoi doujinshi. He hoped that one day, he could be the grandpa getting ploughed over by a seme.“What do you need?” Gregcary asked.Mater sighed. “Well, I... I need yer help to investigate a murder.”Gregcary shook his head. “I’m sorry, we’re already investigating a murder.”Manfred promptly tried to shoot him. He missed again. Nonetheless, he spoke up.“Tch... of course we’ll take the case. I care oh so much about truth and justice, it’s in my ‘likes’ section on Blue Badger Online.” His yaoi eyes narrowed pathetically. “Who is the victim in this murder?”Mater turned away from them, beginning to attach his hitch to the Ford Focus.“Well... tha’ would be me.”Manfred gasped in shock.“Y... you’re a GHOOOOOOOST?!”Gregcary, unamused, returned to his pencil and paper.“I see. I suppose I can’t begrudge a man wanting to know who killed him.” He glared at Manfred, who did not care. He was busy regaining his composure. Finally, he gathered himself.“Keh... I suppose I shall do it... but! For... a price.”Lugging the Ford Focus onto his back, Mater raised a fender at him. “Oh yeah? An’ what would that price be?””...” Manfred blinked yaoily. “We are oh so alone in this town and we don’t have anywhere to stay... couldn’t you please lend us a bed, mister?” Manfred was banking on Mater only having one bed, so he could sleep with him ;) and Gregory could sleep outside in the snow.“Oh, why didn’t ya say so?” Mater grinned at them both, such a genuine show of emotion that Manfred was struck. “’Course ya can stay in my garage!”And so, Manfred got inside Mater and they all drove back to Radiator Springs. Manfred was blushing the whole time, because he was so pressed up against Mater’s... everything, really. Finally, they made it to Radiator Springs, and they parked inside Mater’s garage.“Well, folks.” He drawled in that sexy country accent. “Gettin’ late, I reckon you’d better head to bed.” He turned to Gregcary. “Greg, since yer a ghost, do ya need t’...”Gregcary shook his head. “If this is the Radiator Springs that I’m thinking of, then this is where the defendant in your current case has escaped to, von Carma.” He pulled the brim of his ghost hat down over his ghost head, his eyes deathly serious. “I want to get to the bottom of this.”“Okay, well, I don’t give a shit about the truth.” Manfred replied. He turned to Mater. “So... where will I be sleeping ;)?”Mater began to make a large humming sound as he thought, but after this noise had continued for 8 consecutive minutes, Manfred noticed thar he looked... distraught?!“Mater!” He cried. “What’s wrong!”Mater chuckled. “Oh, it ain’t nothin’, Manny. ‘S just...” He looked at the ground yaoily. “Since I’m a tow truck, I don’t needta sleep in a bed. So...” He made direct yaoi eye contact with Mater. “Th’ only place for ya to sleep is the bed o’ my truck.”Manfred turned bright red and promptly collapsed. However, before he did so, he managed to signify to Mater that this was an agreeable arrangement, to find a blanket, and to curl up tight, and so functionally, he was just going to sleep.That night, Manfred dreamed of the most wondrous things. Mostly yaoi Christmas songs but with Manfred and Mater instead of the assorted anime boys, but the details weren’t important.The dreams were so saucy that, when he woke up, he had a hard time looking Mater in the eye, because he couldn’t see those verdant green irises without thinking about big sexual content that the author frankly does not want to specify. Nonetheless, Manfred got up and he drank some motor oil for breakfast.Soon, Mater joined him, and the two spent the whole day together! They went out to the ice cream shop, and they went on the ferris wheel, and it was all so romantic! Manfred was, of course, supposed to be gathering information on both his official case and Mater’s murder, but that could wait. He could leave that to Gregcary, who had tried to approach him with evidence and witnesses to dicuss the case, and who had been summarily ignored because he couldn’t tear his yaoi eyes off of Mater. For now, he was just having fun :3Finally, though, night fell and they rode back to Mater’s garage. The light was dim and the atmosphere was gloomy, leaving both of them feeling dreary.“So...” Mater began. “Figure I should tell ya ‘bout my murder, huh?”Manfred’s big yaoi eyes looked down sadly as he nodded.“Well...” Mater sat down, so close to Manfred that he could hear his engine humming quickly. “It all started 15 years ago, almost to the day.“At the time, I were the most popular truck in town. I knew everyone, and everyone knew me. Still... no matter how many hussies lined up t’ date me, my heart was set on one person and one alone.“There was a human - he’d come to stay in this town, chasin’ some criminal. He had eyes like barrels, an’ his chest weren’t anythin’ to sneeze at either.” His sullen yaoi eyes were drawn to the floor. “I were in love with him, truly.”Inside, Manfred was panicking.... ZOMG, Mater was gay?????????Oblivious to Manfred’s yaoi dilemma, Mater continued.“We were goin’ steady fer a while, I truly felt that he mighta been my...” Mater gulped. “My soulmate.” He stayed silent, in a mournful way that constantly loomed over the von Carma manor, an air of mourning which Manfred had worked damn hard to create. However, here, it didn’t feel as earned as it did in the manor. It just felt heavy.Eventually, Manfred was the one to break the silence. He leaned over onto Mater, as gently as he could, yaoi eyes wide with sympathy. ”...Then what?”Mater sighed, deep and heavy. “Then... he found the criminal he was after.” He looked out a window wistfully. “That shootout was a thing of the movies, an’ there he was, my hero right in the middle of it, shootin’ like a lunatic and looking slick as he did it.“But... one’a the bullets went astray. It hit a spectator.” He gulped. “It hit me.“That bullet embedded itself so deep in my chassis that I almost didn’t feel it. Carved itself a hole so wide that I couldn’t imagine that it hadn’t always been there. ‘Fore I even knew what were happenin’, I was unconscious.” He rubbed sorely at his chassis, in the same way that Manfred rubbed at his bullet-riddled shoulder. However, that brought up a question in Manfred’s mind.“’Chassis’? So you were always a...”Mater raised a fender at him. “What’dya think, I were possessin’ a truck fer the good o’my health? Been a truck since 1957, ain’t about to stop now.”Manfred immediately ignored all storybuilding implications of this. “1957, ey? It appears I am only 6 years your senior... unlike that fool Lightning Mcqueen, who is apparently a full 20 years younger than you.”Mater nodded. “An’ it’s canonical.”A pause hung in the air as they both nodded at this revelation. Mater sighed.

“After I died, I di’n’t see my soulmate ever again. S’pose I just... kept on keeping on. Worked the same tow-truckin’ job I had for twenty years before that.” He laughed bitterly. “No one ever noticed I were a ghost, and no one woulda cared.”Manfred brought a yaoi hand to Mater’s hard chin, yaoi eyes wide. “I would have cared.”Mater looked taken aback by this revelation. He was shocked in a way that Manfred had never seen him, usually so calm and collected and jovial. Now, though, he was quiet, struck speechless.Manfred looked into his loamy eyes. “Why did you have to keep working? Couldn’t you have chased your soulmate and tracked them down? I know that’s what I would have done.”Mater chuckled lowly, leaning into Manfred’s grasp. “’Fraid capitalism don’t stop even after yer death, Manny. Hadta pay my car tax an’ all.”Manfred frowned. “Gregcary said that ghosts don’t have to pay taxes.”“Then Greg is probly committin’ tax evasion as we speak. Hey, good fer him.” Manfred frowned at that, because he loved taxes, but he left it alone. Mater clearly wasn’t done speaking.The tow truck sighed as he searched the ground, as if the words he was looking for would magically come to him if he just avoided enough yaoi eye contact.“Manny... I di’n’t hafta ask fer yer name. I’ve known it twenty long years, its sat in my heart fer longer than is hasn’t.” Manfred looked up, piercing green orbs meeting blue. “It were you, weren’t it? You were the one who shot me, my soulmate and my killer?”Manfred gulps.“I... I had thought I could have hidden it longer. Stayed and ‘investigated’, spending more time with you.” He chuckles humorously. “I knew you wouldn’t want any more to do with me after...” he sighed. “After how I shot you in that bank vault.”And Mater.... laughed. He chuckled, so genuine that Manfred was shocked. Chuckles became cackles became uproar. The truck wiped some motor oil out of his eyes as he finally looked at Manfred again, meeting him for all he was.“Manny, you know I don’t care about that.”“You... don’t?”A snort. “Why would I? I got a job, I got a garage, and...” he smiled so softly at Manfred that he was convinced it was an illusion. “I got a soulmate.”Manfred swelled up with the kind of joy he hadn’t felt since he had shot Gregcary in that elevator. Tears came to his yaoi eyes, complimenting his bright red blush perfectly. This was some Ghibli shit. Shakily, he brought a yaoi hand to Mater’s tire, before looking up at Mater hesitantly. The truck met him halfway, grasping his yaoi hand in his tired, smiling tiredly and looking more whole than Manfred had ever seen him.The room was silent as they spent moments just... staring into each other’s eyes. They forgot about all surroundings except for themselves, lost in an abyss of neverending love.Then, Gregcary burst down the door, panting an awful lot for someone who didn’t have functioning lungs.“von Carma! I found the real killer in your case! It was that witness, Ms. Whitt!”“What do I care?” He nuzzled Mater’s cheek with his own. “Gregcary, I don’t care about any of that. I have Mater, and that’s all that matters.”Gregcary stared at them both for a second, in a way that made Manfred think he was homophobic.“So... am I... free to go?” Gregcary shoved his notebook into his coat, gathered his things. “You don’t care if I have custody over Miles and Franziscar?”Manfred shrugged. “I don’t even know who they are.”Gregcary nodded at them, astounded. “I... very well.” He tipped his hat at Manfred, buttoning up his coat. “Can I just... have the manor, or...”“I don’t give a shit. I’ll be living in Mater’s heart <3”Mater chuckled blushily. “Aww, shucks.”Gregcary opened the door. “Very well. See you in hell, von Carma.”And thus, Gregcary left the story, to continue the version in which he is the tragic hero who has just been given his freedom. However, this story isn’t about him, so we don’t give a shit.As the door closed, Mater smirked at Manfred.“All alone now, sweetheart. What do you propose we... get t’ know each other?”Manfred blushed very yaoily. And then they had sex.Later in the day, citizens of Radiator Springs would report seeing a tow truck flying through the sky like in the movies, with an old man sitting in the driver’s seat. Later in the day, Gregcary would obtain full custody of the children and bring them to a better life. Later in the day, the criminal would be prosecuted and the truth would be found.Now, however, was the present. No worrying about the future, no plans or aspirations. They were just here, and they were together, having the most unholy of sex that OP refuses to write.A merry DL-6 to all, and to all, a good night.

if you were a car door, i'd slam you all nightManfred von Carma had to admit, his relationship with Mater hadn’t started easy. Well, that was always to be expected. You don’t exactly shoot a guy’s husband to death on the racetrack without any repercussions. Luckily, Manfred was the kind of rich man who had never had to deal with any repercussions, so he figured that things would continue in that manner.Of course, that was before he ran into Mater at the local gay bar.He didn’t even notice the battered car drive up to him, too lost in his cherry-scented motor oil, until he felt a nudge to his torso. He looked over, and suddenly, there was the memory of his mistakes. Damn it - he thought karma had forgotten him, but it was just lying in wait, until it took its moment to strike in a sexy, sexy package.Before him was Mater, the car who had plagued his life for decades, whether he knew it or not. From McQueen’s shooting to Mater’s rank in Car Interpol as Franziscar’s boss, he couldn’t seem to escape those deep green eyes. As Manfred was struggling to suppress a blush that he would blame entirely on the motor oil, Mater opened his mouth and spoke.“Finally foundja, di'nt I?”Manfred blinked as he sat up straighter - God, he’d forgotten how sexy that accent was. He furrowed his brow as he turned his glare on the green-eyed car before him.“Took you this long, did it?”Mater chuckled lowly, lidded eyes peering up at him faux-nonchalantly - and oh God, did it make Manfred swoon.“You an’ I both know you’ve been waiting for this day for longer than you’d wanna admit, von Carma.” Manfred scoffed and looked to the side, taking a swig of his motor oil to hide the blush on his face. “An’ how’s Franziscar these days? Haven’t seen her ‘round the office in a while.” Manfred cleared his throat in an effort to try and compose himself. “She’s in the Car-ibbean, right now, doing her duty perfectly. You’re her boss, ask her yourself.”Mater chuckled again, inching closer to Manfred. “You know that ain’t why I came to talk t’ you.” Manfred gulped - he was cornered, nowhere to run. He would have to confront his feelings one way or another.Mater reached a tire towards Manfred, running it down his chest and caressing his hip. “Wait!” Manfred cried. “Aren’t you a widower? Y-you should respect McQueen’s final wishes!” Manfred’s cold blue-hued orbs met Mater’s, and the tow truck smirked. “Manny, y' can't just kill a truck's husband without providin' a replacement.” They were no longer in a gay bar, now in a dark room. Manfred held back a gasp as Mater pulled him closer. "Now, let me claim you."Slowly, Mater leaned forward, devouring Manfred’s neck with vicious kisses. As Mater pulled off his cravat to allow better access, Manfred whimpered.Manfred tilted his head back, allowing him better access to his moist skin. The feeling of slick metal against his neck was indescribably hot. Suddenly, Manfred tilted his head downwards, his lips now on Mater’s metal plate, making out with him. Their tongues battled for dominance and they both moaned with pleasure.Mater pulled off his tie, revealing his sexy chassis. Manfred did the same, removing his shirt and revealing his 12 gunshot wounds. “Fuck,” Mater said, “you’re so hurt, arent ya? Need someone t’ protect ya, don’t ya?” Mater flung himself onto Manfred, a passionate flurry of kisses covering his chest. Manfred moaned as Mater kissed his titty. “I’ll protect ya, Manny, till the ends of the earth.”Manfred gasped as he felt Mater’s leather wheels grab his ass through his denim shorts. Fuck, this was so hot.And then they fucked, and it was sexy as hell. All you need to know is that Manfred bottomed.As Manfred buttoned up his short-shorts, Mater turned to him. “Manny, I know it’s not as Christian if you’re my second husband, but… would you make me the happiest car on earth by marrying me?” Mater pulled out the ring, still bloodied, that McQueen had been wearing when Manfred shot him.“I forgive ya for killin’ him, Manny,” Mater crooned, “it’s hard for a man like you to race against cars, what with yer legs and all against their wheels. But y’ made it. Y’ did it, y’ won - not only the piston cup… but y’ won my heart, too. Manfred von Carma, will ya do me the honour of joining me in Christian marriage?”Manfred was struck silent - he didn’t know what to say. Tears welled in his eyes as he nodded slowly, before he jumped into Mater’s embrace, still half naked. They made out passionately, teeth clashing. “Wait!” Manfred broke them apart. “What will we tell Franziscar? You’re her boss at Car Interpol!” Mater chucked and pulled him closer. “Ain’t nothin’ immoral about it, Manny. Y' just don't get to come t' the parent-boss meetings anymore, since I'll be her step-dad and all. I can fill 'em out.”Manfred’s orbs looked downwards suddenly. “But… what if I miss you?” Mater laughed as he pulled Manfred impossibly closer. “Y’ won’t do that, ‘cus you’ll be my trophy husband.” Suddenly, Manfred could see it - baking dinner for Mater, cleaning his tires, sharing a bed. He smiled as he thought more and more about it - about becoming a family. He pressed his forehead against Mater’s. “I’d love that. I love you, too.” They made out some more.Ten days later, Manfred recited this story to Franziscar verbatim, including the fun sexy bits. He was worried she would be homophobic, since he had taught her to be homophobic, but luckily she was a lesbo. As he cleaned the dishes, Manfred sighed dreamily. He’d never imagined he could have had this life when he adopted Franziscar, when her tires were flat and he found her in that garage, but it had led him here to happiness.Marriage was a blessing, and he was always happy to be a part of Mater’s pit crew - even when it came to changing his parts, wink ;) He would overcome trials, but not in a court of law. Instead, the only court he visited was for the courthouse wedding, which technically wasn’t illegal even though car-human marriage wasn’t explicitly legal but he was the only human and no one expected anyone would ever want him so it wasn’t illegal either.He took in a deep breath as he laid a bouquet of flowers before McQueen’s grave. “Thank you for bringing me here.” He then held Mater’s tire and walked off, into the future.THE END

my heart is skidding like tires on iceTwirl, twirl and kick- no!Manfred growled in frustration. The 80th time that day he'd tried to do a double axle and not once had he succeeded. This needed to be perfect before the next contest or he'd be blown out of the water by Radiator Springs! It didn't help that he was the only person on the team, given that everyone else had left immediately when he had joined.Twirl, twirl, and-"DAMMIT!" He shouted in frustration, his voice echoing off of the walls because that is how sound works. "WHY CAN'T I BE PERFECT?!""Woah there, honey, don't want you losing your balance there." Suddenly, Manfred found himself being steadied by a large hand, calloused like apples. He gasped and turned around. It was him.... Mater. Tall and buff and built like an ambulance, his wide green orbs pierced into Manfred's a bright emerald. He let out a soft gasp and took a step backwards, which resulted in him falling on his ass and breaking a rib."Hey, you alright?! Di'n't mean ta scare ya!" Mater reached a tender slender hand down towards Manfred, his thick fingers grasping the man's bony shoulder. "I... you shouldn't have approached me without warning me!" He huffed like a tsundere.Mater chuckled as he pulled Manfred up. "Yeah, my bad! But hey, y' seemed to be gettin' pretty worked up out here. What were ya doin'?" Manfred huffed as he rolled his arms, orbs crossing. "As if I'd tell the enemy." At that, Mater laughed his sweet melodious laugh, and Manfred felt the pit in his stomach grow wider. He'd been ignoring these feelings for the opposing skater, but when he heard that laugh, he had to admit everything to himself. He was in love with Mater from the bottom of his heart."What does it matter we're rivals, what would you tellin' me do? Not like you're givin' away a plot to steal the trophy or anythin'!" Manfred physically tucked the blueprints of the building and the room the cup was kept in into the folds of his coat, and made a quick mental calculation. If he admitted weakness to anyone, he would die, but if he denied Mater anything he would be a damn fool."If you must know, I was practicing the double axle." Mater cocked his head in confusion like a cat. "Y' mean y' can't do a double axle?""O-OF COURSE I CAN, BAKA! (authors note: baka means fool (๑><๑)) I-I JUST... I was just having a bad day!" Manfred crossed his arms and huffed and a little anger symbol appeared on his forehead.Mater looked at him in shock, before rubbing the back of his neck and chuckling nervously. "Right, then... why don't ya show yer technique t' me? See if I can give ya a few pointers?" Manfred turned bright red at the thought of making a baka out of himself in front of Mater, but he couldn't back down from a challenge! He nodded and assumed position to do a double axle.Twirl, twirl, and-He hit the ground in a heap, breaking his other rib in the process. Mater looked on consideringly and nodded knowingly. "Right, see what yer doin' wrong is yer movin' like a screwdriver when ya should be movin' like a forklift." And oh, Manfred could hit himself. Of course he had screwed up the forklift technique, he was such an idiot! Tears began to well in his eyes, and when Mater saw them his brows furrowed."Oh, c'mon, Manny, it's not that bad! Here, I'll help ya." And just like that, Mater's rugged hand was pulling Manfred out of the coldness, and he stood behind him, impossibly close. He gestured with his feet and positioned them. "Here you put them like this, and then you..."The moment was already magical, the heat of Mater's chest making Manfred blush, but then they were spinning and flying through the air and Manfred couldn't tell much, but he did know one thing. He knew he was going to marry this man.All too soon, they landed, and Mater left his pseudo-embrace with the thin man before him. "Now you try, Manny!" Hesitantly, Manfred tried again, and he landed a double axle for the first time since he'd started skating. He was speechless when he realised what he'd done, and Mater was cheering and clapping. "I knew y' could do it, Manny!"He stepped closer to Manfred, caressing his cheek. "You always get there in the end, don't ya?" His smile was impossibly tender and Manfred knew he couldn't possibly fall any further in love with this man."HEY, MATER! YOU READY TO GO?"Manfred noticed Mater's smile dropping as he called back, "Just a minute, McQueen!" Then, so quickly Mater could have sworn he'd imagined it, Mater dipped him and kissed him passionately, tongues embracing and teeth chewing. And just as swiftly it was over and Mater was skating backwards, shooting finger guns at Manfred and smiling. "See you on the ice... rival."Manfred watched him go, and he stood on the rink alone long after he left, until an employee told him they were closed for the day. He had been wrong about two things: he wasn't too stupid to do the forklift technique, and there was always room to fall further in love with Mater.THE END

copper hydroxide by prosecutingprodigy
Your breath is choking blue in your mouth when you see him,
grey-blue with the metal of years passing like bullets.
Blue like the blood hidden within a vein, spilling out like a secret,
blue like your secrets, blue like your sin.Your throat is like rust when you see him,
the years of what you had to do grown over and oxidized,
your love recoated with iron and weight.
Your voice has an edge when you see him,
the vision a whetstone, like acid, a new patina.His throat is coated with oil; his glimmer is orange.
Your hands are not stone when you touch him.
He is the ice in your hair and the voice in your head
muttering I forgive you when your wounds start to whisper.
He is the forgetting and the living. He is the flames of hell
and he is the hearth; he is warm on your skin.binder blues by jinxedparadoxManfred bit back tears, partly from pain but primarily from the fact that he had worn his binder for over eight hours. Normally, Manfred von Karma was punctual, but transgenderism was new to him, so he was unsure about binding time limits. Don’t be like Manfred von Karma, do your research instead of blindly accepting a gift from your sexy car boyfriend that would ultimately bring the downfall of your relationship.Mater, at least, had the decency to look ashamed. It was a dark night in Radiator Springs, as most nights tend to be, but this night felt darker. And yet, Manfred could still tell when Mater was avoiding his gaze.“Mater.” He spat the name out, forcing it to leave a bad taste in his mouth. “Why did you trans my gender?”“‘m sorry ‘bout that, Manny. I just noticed how yer dysphoria was getting the be—““I DON’T HAVE DYSPHORIA.” Manfred knew this to be a lie, but what was he if not a liar liar with pants on fire. He wasn’t sure why he was lying. Possibly to hurt Mater. Possibly to save himself. Who truly knew? Manfred wanted to back up his statement by dramatically taking off his binder, but unfortunately, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Removing his special edition Gregory Edgeworth patterned binder would be removing his ties to Mater, a symbol thrown away. Manfred loved symbolism. Symbol on these nuts.siren calls by 0rph3uss
soundtracked with a siren ringing in their ears
long deaf to warning bells and their echo
which say so many things at once
and all of them are poorly kept secrets
painted in reds and greens
and sparkles in eyes drunk on the lightning flashes of griefYou're In A Beautiful Car by Richard Siken and presumably the adminYou’re in a car who's a perfect boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like forged evidence, or kidnapped a child, or shot a man in an elevator, and you’re tired. You’re in a car who's a perfect boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to yaoi choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches up and he touches you, like a prayer for which no yaoi Christmas parodies exist, and you feel your yaoi heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for.ShowtimeManfred, to put it lightly, was fucking pissed. Here he was, stuck on the pit crew for some shitty fucking truck, his co-workers trying to unionize despite the fact that they KNOW he loves capitalism, in a dead-end job! Well... there was one positive, he supposed. He blushed as Tow Mater, the truck himself, pulled into the pit. Showtime.

Manfred and Mater's First Date by SebastianDebesteFanClubManfred von Karma was walking to his car, strutting happily, since he just won another case. When he got to the car, he tried to open the door, but then he realized that it was not his signature blue Ferrari, but instead a rusty old tow truck.“Hello Manfred-senpai!” The car said flirtatiously.“Holy DL-6!!!” Manfred responded, freaked out. “I’m calling an exorcist!”“Wait! No! Mr. Von Karma wait!”The car turned around to show Manfred it’s grotesque eyes and facial features.“You’re so lucky that we aren’t in an elevator right now, or you’d be so dead, you absolutely monstrosity.” Manfred said.“Omg Manfred-san! You’re such a tsundere lol.”“What’s your name so I can hire a hitman to kill you? I know this really good one named Shelly.”“Oh…it’s mater lol. Catch me around the parking lol sometime, okay babe?”“I am not hesitant to perform a brutal act of terrorism.”“Haha owo you’re so funny lol.” Mater says while driving off.Later, manfred is talking to Shelly de Killer in a dark alleyway.“So…you want me to kill a car?” De Killer asks.“Yes. I would do it myself but my powers of instant annihilation only work on people in elevators.” Manfred responds.“Okay then…”“Oh also, I can only pay you in fortnite vbucks, I have no cash left.”“That’s alright. I accept all forms of payment,”“Good, because of my habit of playing fortnite so much, I spend way too much on vbucks. Luckily though, I should get some more cash soon, since I just set my twitch sub goal to where I put on a maid dress when I reach 500 subs. Oh yeah Shelly remember to follow me on twitch at @manfredvk for epic fortnite clips.”“Yeah…sure. I’m gonna go track this thing down and kill it now.”“Perfect! Pleasure doing business with you.”The next morning, Manfred wakes up out of bed. He takes his phone and opens up tinder.“Man, I wish my ex-wife didn’t hate me so much.” Manfred mumbled to himself. “But at least all of these girls on this app are much hotter.”He comes across a new person, who catches him off guard. “W-what!?!?” Manfred screams, shocked. “How did…um…gayter…no…ugh I forget his name…”Manfred looks at the name on the profile. “How did Mater get on tinder?!?!?! He’s a car!!! That smug bastard! I’m gonna match with him so I can message him the fact that I hired a man to kill him!”Manfred swiped right on Mater, instantly showing ‘it’s a match!’ on the screen. Manfred gets a message from Mater.Mater: hey baby, I knew that you’d match with me xoxoManfred: Dear Mater, I hope this message finds you terrible.I hope that you are writhing in pain. I have decided to contact you to alert you that I have sent a professional assassin to find and kill you. You will not last until tomorrow morning. Your life will swiftly be extinguished forever.Sincerely,
Manfred Von KarmaMater: wow babe you’re acting pretty jokerlicious rn lolManfred: Dear Mater, I hope this message finds you terrible.What is “jokerlicious”? Also, I will no longer engage in a petty squabble with a man that is as good as dead. You will not survive until tomorrow.With hate,
Manfred Von KarmaMater: dang Manfred-San, ur such a tsundere lollllllll. So if I survive until tomorrow night, will you go out on a date with me?Manfred: Dear Mater, I hope this message finds you terrible.Yes, I will. But since there is absolutely no chance that you will survive, it is a safe bet. De killer is the best in the world. But since I’m betting, if you do not survive, then I am entitled to be a beneficiary of your life insurance money, alright?Sincerely,
Manfred Von KarmaMater: ROFL sure babe lollllll sounds good see u tomorrow then I’ll pick u up at 7:00 to go to the burger place“Wow! I really showed him!” Manfred said to himself.Later that night, Manfred met up with Shelly De Killer.“So Shelly, did you bring me the head of Mater?” Manfred asks excitedly.“No, but I did bring you this.” Shelly said, holding out a small bottle of pills. “This should help with your anger issues and mood swings.”“What!!!!!! How dare you disobey me! I’m unfriending you on Facebook for that!”The next day, at 7:00, Mater pulls up to Manfred’s house.“How did you get my address?” Manfred asks.“UwU I have my ways lol. Now go get in your car and drive to the burger place with me!”“Fine!” Manfred says, a little more than reluctantly.Manfred hops in his blue Ferrari and they both drive to Mater’s favorite burger place, Eldoon’s Noodles. They pull up to the counter and Mater says “My lovely date will have the signature house burger, and I’ll have a bowl of gasoline.”“Sure thing buddy!” The waiter replied.The waiter gives manfred a bowl full of noodles and goes “here’s your burger sir!” and then gives Mater his bowl of gasoline.“Thank you.” Manfred and Mater both tell the waiter.Mater turns to Manfred. “Aren’t the stars so beautiful tonight babe?”“It’s only 7:30 PM, the sky won’t get dark for another hour or two. Also, I have to tell you that I’m not interested in having a relationship with you.” Manfred responds.“Dang bro, wow. I didn’t know that you were yaoiphobic like that.”“What? No! My son is literally yaoisexual!”“So why don’t you like me?”“You’re a car.”“That’s fair.”“Yeah. I despise technology. I didn’t get a car until my son told me that riding around in a horse and buggy all the time was weird. I still won’t dare get an electronic toaster though, they will rise up and eliminate mankind.”“I understand…but…but manny-baby, I love you!”Manfred is caught off guard and starts to blush, almost falling off his chair.“M-Mater? What?”“Kiss me Manfred-senpai!”Manfred leans in and kisses Mater on his hood.Everything ended well and they lived happily ever after!…Until manfred shot him point blank in an elevator 2 years later

These Among Us Babies Need A FatherManfred von Karma gulped. Here he was, in the Among Us babies daycare centre, and he had no clue why he had been demoted to here. Maybe it was divine punishment for scalping people on music festival tickets, that wacky murder back in ’01, or even all that weed he smoked.Either way, here he was, nanny to the Amonguses. Although he was a naturally nurturing soul with a penchant for brilliant and only mostly homophobic fatherhood, his sussy yaoi soul yearned for something more.He looked over the playpen mournfully, watching pitiably as the Amonkiss babies roved over each other like benevolent lawnmowers. After he had been discharged from the secret service for not being a car and also the murder, he had been at a loss. Sabotating missions for absolutely no reason and causing political unrest had been his sole joy in life, and now his main route for that was gone. He’d still be able to manage it, of course, and he was still blackmailing Macron and Trudeau over their excessive gay trysts, but having a license to kill had been freeing.Suddenly, the reception bell rang, drawing him out of his sus dealings, and he hurried to answer it. If the Amongis daycare got one more bad review, he’d be in the shit for ‘running an Among Us baby racing ring’ and ‘giving the babies guns’ and ‘being a redditor.’ Tugging on his apron, which had been rescued from a maid cafe (ears and all), he shivered. The silk of the apron was chilly against his bazongas - he was wearing nothing underneath it but a pair of capris.His apron newly adjusted, he stalked out to the greeting area. “Who’s there?!?” He growled ferally. As soon as he caught sight of the man before him, he quivered in shock. It was him, the bad boy he had been trying to forget for so long, whose steely eyes pierced him like yet another bullet to the shoulder. His bullet would ached at the memory, but his heart ached more.Mater wheeled in the door. There is nothing more to say.Mater’s leather jacket glistened in the fairy lights adorning the daycare that Manfred had stolen from a TikToker. His eyes glinted smokily, fogged up by the vape he was using. His teeth arranged in his heavenly smirk, his brown carcass shifted as he opened his mouth to speak.“Manny.”“Senior Spy Mater.”Mater smirked. “Been a while since I seen you. So, Ol’ Finny Missile has you working the daycare, huh?” He took a drag on his vape. “Guess he could see how lovin’ a soul ya made.”Manfred scoffed, but inside, he was blushing. “Come here to mock me, have you? Come to laugh at the fallen spy slash assassin? Go ahead then, laugh!”Mater smirked. “I’m bein’ sincere, Manny! Always knew you were worth more than this damned agency.” He took a long drag on his vape. “This place broke me, Manny, all the countries you have to know? It’s like Hetalia.” He raised his windshield wipers at Manfred as he took a drag from his vape. “Then again, you’d know a thing or two about diplomatic incidents, wouldn’t you, Mr. ‘Kissed Trudeau under the mistletoe’?”Manfred stood up straight. The amogs were planning a jailbreak, but he couldn’t care less. His attention was absorbed solely by the sleek truck before him.“H-How could you have known about that?!?”Mater smirked. “Manny, the whole company knows! Why’d ya think ya were demoted in the first place?” He took a drag of his vape again, for consistency.Manfred gasped. “S... So it wasn’t because of that time I killed Joe Biden?”Mater smirked. “Ha! Are you kiddin’? The lab had been fixin’ to power their Biden Bot with his life-force for years!”Manfred’s lip trembled like a semi-truck. “So... So I wasn’t fired?”Mater smirked sadly. “Oh no, you were.” He took a drag from his vape regretfully. “I... I made sure of that.”Manfred gasped. “Why?!?!?!?!”Mater smirked. He turned his head away in shame. “Because... Because I was jealous!!!!!”There was silence in the daycare, except for the distant babbling of the freed amongus and the ‘baby escape’ alarm, which had been ringing loudly and constantly for two years. Manfred gulped.“R...Really?”Mater smirked and sniffled. “Yeah. Pretty pathetic, ain’t I?”Manfred walked over to him brashly, like an anime girl in an anime confession scene from an anime. “No, never! I... I...” He sniffled. “I was surprised you could like someone like me.”“Oh,” Mater smirked. “I was talking about Trudeau. You’re pretty hot too, though.” He vaped.“Wow!” Manfred shouted yaoily. “This is awesomesauce!”Mater smirked. “Tell me about it. Now...” He took a drag on his vape and pulled out a freshly forged license to kill. “How’d ya feel about going back to that life of espionage and partnering up with me?”Manfred jumped into his bed. N-Not that bed, you pervert, his back!!! “Boy, would I!”They drove into the sunset, surrounded by the amogi who considered Manfred their mother. They frenched all the way home.