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Ok, but listen. Harry goes back in time and decides to get rid of Tom Riddle AU, but the sorting hat goes like ??? when it reads Harry's mind. Idk it just irks me how the sorting hat is so understanding in most time travel fics, at best it puts Harry in a house he didn't want to be. But just imagine if it actually tells on Harry, full great hall drama with the hat going like "HE'S HERE TO MURDER SOMEONE"
And ofc Tom is instantly obsessed with the murder boy.
Extra:
(ofc the poor hat is not broken, it's on the verge of a nervous breakdown)
#tomarry#tomarrymort#tmrhp#tom riddle#harry potter au#time travel au#fanart#my art#the hat is too old for this#dumbledore will have a stroke#dippet just wants to retire already#please notice the dumb malfoy boy with a crush#it's in his genes to be pottersexu4l#tom will flag him alive out of jealousy when he notices#feel free to write about this au#just please send it to me because I would love to read more of it too
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No one wanted to ask. Someone had to. It was terrifying. But it made sense.
Of course humanity finally abandoned its planet. Everyone was surprised they hadnât abandoned it sooner. Still, the concern was there.
What made humanity abandon their planet in a mass event? What thing was finally found to scare them off their favorite death world?
Of course not every last human abandoned the planet, but enough did that Earth was no longer considered âinhabitedâ. Humans flocked to other worlds, most choosing death worlds with similar biomes to the ones they preferred. (And there was a suspiciously armored ship heading towards Disney planet.)
The concerning thing was the humans kept going back. Never landing. Never breaking the atmosphere. Just driving by.
Finally, a delegate was chosen to ask the human council member. Poor Laeri was nervous, but they had been called friend by council member Daryl before. Surely this question wouldnât be an offense.
âDaryl, may I speak with you a moment?â
Daryl paused, and nodded, careful not to smile. He was well practiced in the art of not offending. âOf course Laeri. What is the matter?â
âHumanity has recently applied for habitation permits for a dozen planets. As soon as the permits were awarded, humans left very quickly.â
âWell sure. The permits took three earth years to be approved. Most of the planet had been preparing for over five years at that point,â Daryl explained.
âYes, that is not my question. The question is why?â
âWhy were they ready?â
Laeri shook their head. âWhy did they leave Earth? Humans have made it a point to âstick it outâ despite better options being available. Why leave now?â
âOh, that. Well.â Daryl paused. He knew he didnât have to report officially yet, but his friend wanted to know. âWill you keep it a secret from the council?â
Laeri paused. The answer being a secret did not occur to them. What could the humans possibly be hiding? Would they be able to hide it as well?
âI do not think I can keep any dangerous thing a secret,â Laeri finally admitted.
Daryl nodded. âNor would I ask you to. Itâs not dangerous, just a little experiment more like.â
âIf it is an experiment, then you should speak with-â
âNo Laeri.â Daryl interrupted calmly. âThis isnât something we want help with. Thatâs why we havenât mentioned anything to the Viyon Academics. We just need time to see if it works.â
Their curiosity finally got the better of them.
âIf what works?â
âA new society. A new civilized species.â
Laeri didnât speak, but either from awe or concern, they werenât sure. Daryl continued.
âWe believe a species evolves when they start to take care of their injured and impaired. It means they have compassion. Well an intelligent species on earth has been observed showing compassion. We simply want to give them the space they require to evolve.â
Laeri considered the intelligent species that lived on earth. They were suddenly very concerned. Had the humans been duped?
âThe dolphi are showing compassion?â Laeri asked.
Daryl almost laughed. âNot even close. No, we wouldnât break the agreement we made. Theyâre not escaping earth anytime soon.â
Laeri felt immediate relief. âThen which species is it?â
Daryl smiled. He couldnât help it. He liked birds. âCorvids.â
âBut, but theyâre so small.â
âWe know. Thatâs why some humans are still there, zoologist types to help them grow, learn, and show them the way.â
âWhat if another species wipes them out before they get the chance?â
Daryl shrugged. âWell thatâs why we left some warriors behind, to help keep the corvids alive while they grow. And of course to keep the dolphins contained. We do take that assignment very seriously.â
Laeri was excited now. Another avian species may be joining the galaxy soon. They wanted to tell everyone.
âPromise youâll keep the secret?â Daryl asked.
Laeri felt their excitement dash upon the cruel rocks of reality. âI will.â
âGood. Here.â Daryl held out a small computer drive.
Laeri took the drive. âWhat is this?â
âThe live feed of the experiment. You really think we wouldnât watch? As soon as they reach civilized status, I have to report them. Until then, theyâve been completing some very complex puzzles and problem solving lately. Youâll want to start at the beginning but they post new information all the time.â
Laeri clutched the drive to their feathered tunic. Suddenly the small drive was priceless. âI, must go now.â
Laeri took off as fast as would be ignored by others. Daryl watched his friend, surprised by how excited they were. His watch gave him an alert.
âOoh, a group puzzle. Wonder if they managed it this time.â
Daryl walked off to his own private quarters to watch the newest update on the corvids.
#humans are space orcs#humans are weird#humans are deathworlders#humans are space australians#humans are dumb#sorry Iâve been gone so long#the writing thing just wasnât happening#no creative juices were flowing#but then this one hit me out of the blue#hope you enjoy
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Desperately need a needy puppy under me, whining and barking as I mark up its soft skin, teasing them by humping and cumming all over it, shushing it's cute begs for more by kissing them softly as I roughly fuck the entirety of their pretty little pet body
What's that pup? You want me in you? Want me to mark and cum insideâ just like I've done on the outside? What a good little cumslut you are my beloved pet, so fucking desperate and dripping wet for me already, guess I have no choice but to fuck a litter of pups into your soft plush tummy~
#xochimilli writes#đ«puppy#the era of me fucking a sweater has returned fr#bd/sm pet#nsft puppy#bd/sm puppy#puppy sub#dumb puppy#pup nsft#puppy ns/fw#puppy nsft#petpl@y#petpl4y#queer nsft#bd/sm kink#bd/sm master#bd/sm daddy#breeding pet#breeding k1nk#ftm breeding#t4t nsft#t4t ns/fw#t4t puppy#ftm nsft#ftm dom#ftm top#ftm sub#ftm bottom#trans nsft#trans ns/fw
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wanna have my own small space underneath someone's desk with a soft dog bed, so i can always stay close to them and service them whenever needed like a good boy !! is that too much to ask for ...
#syrupup posting#puppy sub#dumb puppy#sub posting#p3t pl4y#p3t play#t4t nsft#ftm sub#ftm t4t#ftm nsft#t4t puppy#transmasc nsft#ftm bottom#ftm puppy#ftm ns/fw#bd/sm puppy#puppy posting#nsft puppy#trans ns/fw#trans nsft#queer nsft#please :(#nsft writing#transmasc#cnc free use#cute twink#t4t my beloved#use me pls#bd/sm pet#bd/sm kink
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So y'all know the Gravity Falls production bible that leaked three weeks ago. Someone in one of my discord servers pointed this out:
And, naturally, that spawned an entire AU.
AU Concept: Ford was kicked out instead of Stan and takes a job as a trucker to makes ends meet since he couldn't go to college, while still studying the weird and anomalous however he can.
Ford driving around from quirky small town to quirky small town, drifting through the liminal spaces of truck stops, meeting odd people in isolated diners, seeing strange things out on the roadâa deer with too many eyes bounding across a two-lane highway, a flirty woman at a rest stop who doesn't blink or breathe, mysterious lights in the sky at night, inhuman growls on the CB or 50-year-old broadcasts on the radioâand taking notes when he stops for gas or food.
Aside from having gotten kicked out before graduating high school, Ford's the same person he is in canon.
He's still an ambitious guy, and here "ambitious" means working hard and saving as much money as he canâso, a long haul owner-operator who spends weeks at a time on the road. (He goes through a LOT of educational audiobooks.) Plus, this is the easiest way for him to get to travel the country; and since it looks like his "travel the world" dreams with Stan are dead, he'll take what he can get.
Since he's never in the same spot long and carries his life in a truck, almost all of Ford's research is in his journal. His bag of investigation supplies has an instant camera, a portable tape recorder, a thermometer, a flashlight, rubber gloves, and a few zip lock bagsâand that's about it. It has to share space with all his clothes, toiletries, and nonperishable food when he's on the road. He doesn't have much opportunity to closely examine anything odd he finds, unless he's lucky enough to run into something when he can stop for the night. He has to cram his paranormal research around the side of his full-time job.
He doesn't live in Gravity Falls, but he knows it exists. Every time he movesâto Chicago, to Nebraska, to Californiaâhe seems to inch closer. He currently lives in Portland and usually hauls loads between the Pacific Northwest and Chicago or New York. He stops at the truck stop outside Gravity Falls when he can and has gone fishing in town a few times. He doesn't have the benefit of extensive research to know that this is the weirdest town in the world; but it seems pretty weird to him, there are local rumors about the town, and he's had some weird experiences in the area.
Plus, he can't explain it, but it's like the town's calling to him. He wants to move there, but it'd put him over an hour outside of Portland where the nearest jobs are. Maybe if somebody chucked him like $100k to build a cabin in the woods; but what are the odds of that?
He does know Fiddleford. Truck broke down somewhere and Fiddleford kindly pulled over to fix it on the fly. They looked at each other, had mutual knee-jerk "dumb trucker/hillbilly" reactions, and within ten minutes both went "oh wait you're the most brilliant genius i've ever met." Fiddleford's living the same life he was in canon before Ford called him to Gravity Fallsâwith his family in California, trying to start a computer company out of his garageâbut they make friends and keep in contact.
One time Ford stops at a kitschy roadside knickknack store that also sells new agey magic thingsâcrystals, tarot cards, incense, etc. He bought a "lucky" rearview mirror ornament that looks like an Eye of Providence in a top hat and hung it from his cab fan, and ever since then he's had weird dreams whenever he sleeps in his truck.
Things I don't know yet: what Stan's up to; or why Ford's the one who got kicked out. I tend to believe that in canon Stan wasn't just kicked out because he ruined Ford's college prospects, but rather because the family thought he deliberately sabotaged Ford; so in this AU, Ford would've been kicked out over a proportionate crime.
#gravity falls#gravity falls au#grunkle ford#stanford pines#fanart#my art#my writing#(since i'm not posting a chapter this week this is y'all's substitute Writing And Art From Me)#(i traced the trucks & diner background and i am not ashamed bc i cannot be assed. i just wanna draw ford in Situations)#(i tried a new kind of lining & coloring on the truck! i will never be doing it again!)#(for my follower who's into vehicles: his truck's based on a late 70s Kenworth W900A. loosely. the headlights are anachronistic.)#(the design has been simplified via the logic ofâ)#(â'if I don't think that detail would be included in a cheap Optimus Prime toy then I don't need to draw it.')#(EDIT: over a week later i realize i typed freightliner instead of kenworth... i don't know why i typed freightliner.)#(i hope the reason no one corrected me is because no one noticed rather than because y'all think im dumb)#trucker ford au
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Misfortune Teller
tldr: An older Danny, apprentice to Clockwork, does a lot of field work across dimensions, resetting the timeline, queuing future events, and who knows what else. Occasionally, he warns people about such upcoming possibilities, to set them on the right path. How, you might ask? Well in this case... as a wandering fortune teller.
Crack-fic (oh god, it's getting long and my logic brain won't let it remain as crack) where Danny becomes Clockwork's apprentice after getting his GED. Living his infinite afterlife to the fullest. Inspired by this tumblr post.
Working for Clockwork had been... interesting so far. At first, Danny got frustrated by how vague and cryptic Clockwork was. He'd just shunt Danny off to some ancient time with a few words, his own time medallion (Danny carried it everywhere with him now), and then pop back into the portal, leaving Danny with only the faintest idea of where to go.
Eventually, after enough time (ha!) spent around Clockwork, Danny figured out that it just basically meant that he had free reign and to do whatever he wanted. Because if he went on the wrong path, (like that one time in Pompeii when he had almost caused the volcano to explode a few years too early), Clockwork would just pop on by, say another few cryptic words, and then it'd all be fine and dandy, or as he liked to say, "All is as it should be... Now stop practicing your wail by an active volcano."
After telling Jazz about that (it was supposed to be funny, not concerning), she just sighed and shook her head, with a forlorn "think before you act, Danny!" but hey, it'd turned out fine so far, so who cares how he does what Clockwork asks him to do, as long as it gets done, right? Even if it's with a liiiiitle more mischief than strictly required.
Besides. Danny was the one who had been doing time shenanigans across millennia, not Jazz. And he thought he'd been getting pretty good at it too! He'd actually started giving himself a different made-up background for each universe he visited. Sam and Tucker were helping him keep up with the identities on a spreadsheet, so if he had to go back to one he'd already visited, he'd remember who he'd said he was supposed to be.
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He was on a call with them one evening while haunting Jazz's apartment, doing just that, when he felt a familiar tingle in the back of his throat, as well as a heightened awareness of the seconds passing by, that always accompanied his mentor's appearance.
Sam was talking about his past stint posing as a god of death when he cut in. "Hey- sorry to interrupt, Sam- Clocky's here, guys, I gotta dip."
"Aw, come on! We hardly talked any this past week since you passed your certifications, man," Tucker complained.
Danny rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "Yeah, yeah. Partly on you too though, you've been caught up outside of class, and Sam's schedule is nearly the opposite of yours."
Sam hummed in agreement despiter Tucker's scoff.
Danny missed hanging out with them as much as they had in high school, but hey, life goes on. Or at least, theirs did, to college. After finally flunking out of Casper High, he'd taken some time to get used to his responsibilities in the ghost zone, and when he had, he realized that he didn't really have much enthusiasm or timeleft for his human life.
And he didn't really want to go back home either.
But Jazz had made him tie up any loose ends before he noped-off to god knows where, which frankly, he had to thank her for. Getting his GED took a few years, but it was an accomplishment that could be attributed to Danny Fenton, no ghostliness required. Then he was able to let that tether go free.
Pulled out of his musings by a few more grumbles from Tucker, Danny said his goodbyes, promising to call the next time they were all available.
After hanging up, Danny swiveled around, anticipation already lighting up his eyes an ethereal green.
Clockwork, for his part, had been waiting patiently through Danny's lengthy goodbyes. Although he supposed that it tracked for the watcher of time to be patient. With his job, it'd be a nightmare if he wasn't.
"Phantom," Clockwork spoke, calm as always. "I have some tasks I need you to complete as my apprentice."
And Danny, always ready for adventure, didn't need him to explain any further. "Sure! When do you need me to be?"
Clockwork smiled at that. "I am fortunate you are eager. Follow me."
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Danny popped into existence in this universe with a burst of cold air and static electricity. He found himself hovering by a clocktower above a sprawling, gothic city. Smog and light pollution obscured the stars above him, to his disappointment. He comforted himself with the fact that he'd probably have all the time he wanted to fly someplace less populated to see them later.
He started off by familiarizing himself with the city. As he flew, he followed the trail of power and met the resident city-spirit, a spooky- but kind underneath- woman draped in black lace, who told him her name was Gotham. He spoke in length with her about this universe, its heroes, and her knights. On that, she was very enthusiastic... or at least Danny thought she was, her projected emotions belaying much more than her gloomy exterior. She told him how her knights had been through a lot and would need some guidance fighting the darkness that pooled in her deepest corners, smiling with too much glee, filling lungs with fear, and terrorizing with cold hard bullets.
Danny could sense that the dangers she spoke of were growing in power, ever slowly. The longer they shadowed people's minds and hearts, an intangible thing grew that lent them more otherworldly pull than their physical forms had right to hold.
That must be what he was sent here for.
But... they were weak, pitifully so for him, infinite king as he was. And besides, he wasn't here in that sense. He was a messenger, a simple apprentice. And he could do this however he wanted.
Cue his talk with Lady Gotham, and subsequent idea to arm her knights. With what? Well, he figured knowledge would be a start. Flying high above the city invisibly, Danny noticed a sea of colors and lights by what appeared to be the city's pier. He flew down, noting that it appeared to be the setup spot for a travelling circus or carnival of some kind.
He considered what to do. One of Lady Gotham's troubles was a madman clown, right? Well maybe he'd be attracted to his ilk here... and with the danger came the knights. Maybe he could catch one of them here?
Danny was floating around at the entrance and beginning to formulate a plan when a flyer caught his eye. Looking for a mystic to read fortunes. URGENT!
Hadn't Clockwork said something about fortunes? And he hadn't made an identity in this universe yet...
A mischievous smile crept across Danny's face, splitting it in two with far too many teeth.
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Half a city away, a man in all black, perched on the very same clocktower that Phantom had Appeared by, shivered as he felt an ominous premonition about his sanity in the near future...
Said man quickly opened his comms to check in with his many, many kids. Yet even after hearing back from each, he still felt apprehensive.
Somewhere even further, Clockwork laughed.
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And that's how Danny found himself seated at a fortune teller's booth at a pier in Gotham, two days later, for the Tricksy Traveling Circus's grand opening.
#dpxdc#dp x dc#mine#is-this-even-relatable writes#is-this-even-relatable prompt#writing prompt#i wanna write this#prompt#prompt for me#I welcome anyone who wants to add to it#this is the first time I consider to be actually writing something#I wrote this all in one sitting just now#it WILL be continued... ideally#I am just busy and would rather post a lot of short blurbs than wait and do one long post#reposting this as its own post and removing the other as a comment on the inspo.#I was planning for this to be crack but I can't just let sleeping dogs lie#man fml my dumb brain always wants an explanation for things and can't accept âjust becauseâ which would be wayyyy easier
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happy new year Ego!!! Just wanted to let you know that I absolutely adore your twst fanart and the tags are just an absolute pleasure to read! You are my greatest inspiration for my personal twst art and I just wanted to thank you for your wonderful masterpieces <333 if possible, may I ask what are some of your headcanons for the diasomnia family? If not for diasomnia then any other characters are fine as well!
thank you, and happy new year! đđđ that is amazing to hear; it's always a little bewildering but super flattering that other people like my silly little doodles so much!
I don't think I really have any really solid headcanons and also canon keeps validating me left and right (FLUFFY DOMESTIC DIAFAM IS REAL). mostly just kind of...impressions and general thoughts, if that makes sense! lately though I've been kind of obsessed with thinking about Lilia's hair, and specifically when/why he ended up cutting it. (l-look, we're bouncing around the timeline and I gotta make decisions about these things when I draw, it's relevant) (I mean I would probably be weirdly fixated on this anyway, but.)
I think I've settled on the idea that he kept it long until he went to NRC, partly because 1) I like drawing The Ponytail, and 2) I think he thought of NRC as a chance to reinvent himself a bit! he gets to go and be a wacky carefree teenager for a few years and have fun! (officially he's there to keep an eye on Son #1, but how much trouble could he get into, really.) so he gave himself a Cool Teen Haircut to go with his fresh new Cool Teen Persona!
also maybe he had some reflection on his hair's troubled past with three kids...
...and had to weigh his vanity versus the fact that he was going off to be around hundreds of kids on a daily basis, and. the choice suddenly seemed obvious.
#art#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland spoilers#twisted wonderland episode 7 spoilers#twisted wonderland episode 7 part 6 spoilers#twisted wonderland book 7 spoilers#twisted wonderland book 7 part 6 spoilers#this is my blog and i'm going to write a million words about lilia and you can't stop me#but anyway i do genuinely get the impression that he's using Pretending to Be a Teenager as a chance to be even sillier than usual#he's a very silly man he's just being EXTRA silly#supported by his recent birthday card where he says he was specifically trying to cast himself as an adorable little brother-type#because he wanted the other students to give him free shit and save him seats and things like that#it worked for about a week before he turned out to be way too good at stuff and everyone just kind of ended up in awe of him instead#and he was like DANGIT. I'VE RUINED IT FOR MYSELF.#(then he and epel went on to talk about their hypothetical vtubersonas because the birthday cards are INSANE but anyway)#i'm bad at headcanons :( sorry!#unless it's dumb things like...what pokemon they would have or whatever#(malleus would have some kind of special fancy-colored dragapult) (but i digress)#i have a hard time putting things into words. just know that i love the grampa bat and his weird kids very much.#my brain is also still kind of fried from the last couple of weeks#i am however starting 2024 off the way i intend to continue it: in deep contemplation of anime hair#(sorry if these look weirdly aliased) (i realized about 3/4 of the way through i was using the wrong brush and i didn't want to restart :U)
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Steveâs parents leaving him home alone more and more after the Fall of 1983. Half the time they donât even tell him in advance, he just finds out from a note left on the kitchen counter and $10 to cover pizza.
Steve waking from a nightmare, friendless, alone (letâs pretend he and Nancy didnât get back together), and hungry. The fridge is empty and Bradleyâs Big Buy is closed for the night. He tries to go back to sleep but his stomach wonât relent so he reluctantly gets dressed and drives 15 minutes to the 24 hour McDonalds in the next town over.
The same McDonalds where Eddie works the drive thru headset at on the weekends. Heâs not exactly fond of the job and finds dozens of ways to make it more entertaining â like coming up with terrible nicknames for the company.
Steve is taken aback the first time the static drive thru speaker welcomes him to âMcCrap-lds.â
It makes him smile for the first time in weeks.
Neither Steve nor Eddie recognize each others voices as they banter back and forth. Steve ask for recommendations, Eddie makes fun of him but gives in.
When Steve pulls up to the window he expects to meet the funny drive thru employee but heâs greeted with a tired middle-aged women instead. Apparently Eddie lost window privileges after an incident. Steve doesnât ask questions.
When he wakes up from another nightmare a week later, he returns to the McDonalds and engages Eddie in more easy banter before ordering his food.
It becomes a habit â one he keeps up for the entirety of the summer of 1984.
Steve and Eddie never meet face to face but that doesnât stop them from venting, joking, and sharing their McDonalds recommendations through a shitty drive thru speaker.
Then on the first day of senior year, Steve is in line for the terrible cafeteria food (it makes McDonalds look like a Michelin Star meal) desperately craving chicken McNuggets and sweet and sour sauce when he hears a familiar voice. He turns quickly, eager to finally learn who the mystery guy responsible for making him laugh at 3am in a McDonalds parking lot is only to find Eddie âthe Freakâ Munson waltzing across lunch table going on and on about how conformity is killing kids.
Steveâs in shock. How could the sincere and hilarious guy heâs been shooting the shit with all summer be The Freak?! But then Eddieâs foot catches on a lunch tray and he topples ass first to the floor. When he pops up he takes a dramatic bow and makes a joke â one that sends Steve into uncontrollable laughter.
Yep, Eddie âthe Freakâ Munson is McDonalds guy.
And Steve knows exactly what he has to do.
He figures out where Eddieâs locker is and then excuses himself two minutes before the dismissal bell so he can get himself into position. When Eddie saunters over to his locker at the end of the day, Steve is waiting for him.
âThink itâs time I cash in on that free sundae you promised me a few weeks ago.â
Eddie stares at Steve dumbfounded for a moment, mind reeling as he process what Steve is getting at.
âYou, Steve âthe hairâ Harrington are the McDonalds guy? My McDonalds guy?â
âWell Iâm certainly the McDonalds guy,â Steve says taking a step closer. âBuy me that free sundae first and then we can discuss me being your McDonalds guy.â
#this is so dumb but the idea wonât leave me head#should I make this a proper fic? I may have started but I need to know if itâs worth it#steddie#steddie ficlet#steve harrington#steve harrington ficlet#eddie munson#eddie munson ficlet#steve harrington/eddie munson#Steve harrington fluff#eddie munson fluff#alternate first meeting#meet cute#Dani writes#stranger things#stranger things fic
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So, I was nosing around the gang's tents and I thought that it was honestly so sweet that so many of them have photographs of themselves or of family right?
Little baby Charles with his parents, a young Susan, young Hosea and Bessie, but then I found something interesting in that pile of junk down the cliff just behind Arthur's tent-
Dutch actually writes notes for his famous camp speeches.
And if you've seen the speech that these notes are referring to, Dutch seemed to simplify it a lot when he recited it, almost dumbing it down for the gang entirely?
Writing notes for an important speech isn't the strange part, but the fact he dumbs them down and that these notes are hidden/thrown away out of sight is really strange to me. It makes me think that this is possibly a rough draft or early version of what he wanted the speech to be, sort of implying that Dutch practices and revises his speeches.
Which, if he ultimately dumbs them down for the gang, then what is the point?
The likely answer is that he holds himself to a higher standard because he feels he's above the gang members, in a way. He's the visionary, the leader, the man in charge, the one who reads philosophy books almost exclusively, to say that Dutch didn't think highly of himself would be a lie. And because the gang is 'below' him, he simplifies his speeches for them - despite majority of the gang being well educated and understanding. He doesn't think that the gang is as intellectual as him.
I made a post previously talking about Dutch and his Evelyn Miller philosophies and how he argues with gang members that don't agree or understand. It's especially interesting how Lenny, also an avid reader, disagrees so strongly with Miller's writings when that's what most of Dutch's philosophies are based on.
It solidifies that Dutch was manipulative from the beginning, and probably long before too.
#âwriting notes isn't manipulative đ€šâ it isn't the notes itself it's what the notes *imply*#I hope I've made some sense :')#it's fucking fascinating honestly#dutch needs to stroke his own ego so bad that he writes notes just to dumb it all down when reciting#let me know what you guys think <3#I'm not saying this is 100% true or anything it's just what I think about it#mick squeaks#mick rants#mick thinks#rdr2#red dead redemption 2#arthur morgan#dutch van der linde#hosea matthews#bessie matthews#charles smith#susan grimshaw#red dead redemption community#micks pics
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Sorry, but I just had a thought and Iâm exhausted and donât know if Iâm going to write anymore tonight.
Just Steve holding a slight grudge against Nancy after she pretty much calls his love bullshit in the bathroom. He feels lead on, heâs slightly bitter but he knows how to be discreetly passive if he needs to be. But thing is he doesnât have the energy in him to be passive. If this had been before the monsters, and someone who he thought was the love of his life did what Nancy did and proceeded to end up dating the guy who she said not to worry about within days after getting into a fight, he would have probably done something stupid. Probably would have ruined her locker with mean words or something like that.
He wasnât sure what he would do, he was exhausted and couldnât think of what used to come easy to him. Or maybe heâs grown to realize how immature that was, how it didnât even seem all that fun to do to someone. Just thinking back to spray painting slut on the theater makes his gut twist uncomfortably. Once, he used to be the one to climb up there and spray something even worst. Now the thought made him want to throw up.
And maybe the grudge he is holding against Nancy isnât really a grudge. Maybe he has matured to realized that the grudge he held was within himself for how fast he had fallen. For how stupid he was for thinking the girl would ever end up with him. He should have seen the signs. How she defended Jonathan even after he took non consensual photos of him and her about to have sex. Which he still felt disgusted by, his skin still crawled uncomfortably around the little creep whenever he was close by.
Though when the time comes, he realizes he was holding a grudge against Nancy. When he falls harder for someone new he realizes within minutes that something was different about this one. Instead of smacking him in the shoulder and scolding him for staring to long, Eddie would pull his hair in front of his face with bright eyes. Would do something dramatic to snap Steve out of the trance he was in. Like lick his face instead of kissing him.
That was the other thing Steve discovered. In the moments where it was just the two of them, it seemed like every other minute time would stop and Eddie would be in the same bubble as him. Lost in the same spell that Steve had tumbled into, needing to kiss the other just as much as they needed oxygen to breathe.
Nancy rarely had those moments with Steve, and they had stopped right around the time she started hanging out with Jonathan.
And Steve does hold a grudge, for how she stayed with him longer than what she had to.
Eddie made him feel in love and loved. Whenever Steve watched the other man he could barely keep his hands to himself and the best part was Eddie didnât care. Steve could bite off Eddieâs remaining nipple and the man would still let Steve do whatever he wanted to him. Nancy never trusted Steve and never earned Steveâs trust the way Eddie did within one week of knowing each other.
Eddie was the moon and Nancy had been the sun for Steve. The sun burnt his skin and left him blistered while the moon wrapped his arms around him and rocked him to sleep every night. While Steve worried about when the sun would explode, he never had to worry about the moon disappearing for to long. It always came back, no matter what happened. Even if Steve had been an asshole.
God was Steve in love. This was it for him. And maybe at one point he had loved Nancy just as much as he did Eddie.
But now, as each day passes he only finds himself falling more in love with Eddie Munson.
He slowly comes to the conclusion that his love was and will never be bullshit.
And when he finally sits down to talk to Nancy about it, he finally gets it off his chest. What had been bugging him for almost years before falling for Eddie.
âNancy, we were bullshit. But my love, it was all real. Maybe not as strong as it is for Edâs but I know that if ⊠everything wasnât such bullshit I could have gotten there.â Steve says softly to Nancy. Shortly after she confessed she still had feelings for him. He seen this conversation coming from a mile away, especially with how many one sided sparks happened between the two of them while running for their lifeâs on spring break.
And as he stands up, leaving her in her own shock. Letting her process that he was with Eddie, a man. He canât help but feel proud of himself.
He didnât intentionally hold this grudge, but he felt as if he got back at her the healthiest way he could. By maturing and moving on. And looking down at Nancy, he could tell that she needed time to do the same. Not to be with another man or date in general, but to just grow as a person. But that was no longer his problem. His problem was currently running up the steps of the trailer with what seemed to be a moving snake.
âHey Stevie! Look what I found.â
Steve was in love, and it wasnât bullshit.
#idk where this came from#also would like to clarify this is in Steveâs point of view#which means he is obviously going to be bitter with Nancy once he realizes some things#and he would totally be more disgusted with Jonathan for what he did#these are just two of the things that Iâve kind of never liked how season four treated Steve and Nancyâs relationship#because they both have matured so much only for them to both back pedal a bit#so im writing this as if Steve is aware how dumb getting back with Nancy would be#soft steddie#steddie#stranger things#eddie munson#steve harrington#steve x eddie#strangerthings#steve stranger things#eddie and steve#Nancy wheeler#and donât get me wrong Nancy would still be friends with Steve after#she just needs time#small drabble#a drabble of sorts
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Puppyspace
It's just so nice to hear the soft voice that Owner uses to help me enter in puppyspace while I slowly start to give up control.
My voice gets softer, my mind a bit foggy and I become just a little puppy with no responsibility.
When I get into puppyspace I feel so safe and happy, Owner cuddles me gives me nice compliments, and makes sure that my only worry is to be cute and bark when I'm asked to (puppy enjoys barking a lot >///<).
For me, it's a relaxing moment in which I get to not think and enjoy a bit of domestic dominance outside of the usual "kinky scene."
I love my Owner so muchhhh they make me feel so loved >////<
#Owner told me to write this >///<#they know me too well#dumbification#dumb puppy#needy wh0re#praise k!nk#petpl4y#bimboification#puppy sub#puppy space#dumb slvt#dumb wh0re#bimboization#bimbo training#puppy gf#subby puppy#bd/sm puppy#leahâs thoughts
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it's fun because the things that appeal to me most about the three canonical evil clones/twins of hermitcraft are similar, but they're all different.
evil x appeals to me because he is very much Just Some Guy, for all that he's an evil force of nature; when he's sympathetic, it's because he's Just Some Guy who's been shackled to the terrible fate of being "evil", but when he's a villain (like in season eight!), the things that make him villainous also aren't the supernatural aesthetics, but the ways he is also the evil of being just some guy. for all the lightning and thunder and echo of xisuma's appearance, he isn't anyone special. (xisuma is.)
helsknight appeals to me for almost the opposite reason: this isn't just some guy, this is you, explicitly, a demon that possessed your clone and possesses all the things that are bad about you, magnified. he's a mirror, inherently, in his very creation. in the stories where he's a threat, he's menacing because he's a mirror of someone we should like; in the stories where he's sympathetic, we must confront how much of ourselves are also mirrors. (what happens if you don't like what you see in those mirrors, anyway?)
empires!false is somewhere in-between; she's not a mirror but she is the result. she's learning something you'd rather have forgotten about your past, and at her most sympathetic, we feel for the way she's been cast aside so false can 'fix her', the things done to her memory. at her least sympathetic, though, she's reflecting these pains onto others; violence begets violence, and even with it missing, the past begets her. there's no looking at empires!false without seeing the echoes of what false did to her. (there's no looking at false without it either.)
............then they also all appeal to me by being ridiculous failguys but like if you want to be DRAMATIC ABOUT IT, the ways they appeal to me are like the above,
#hermitcraft#falsesymmetry#evil xisuma#helsknight#LIKE YOU ALL UNDERSTAND WHAT I'M GETTING AT RIGHT#sorry. trying to write a dumb shitpost made me think too hard about this again.#god i need to write an e!false fic.#also obviously this is all SUPER up for interpretation and other people may disagree with these character interpretations!#this is like. just my vision and all that.
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So fucking dumb and fuzzy brained right nowww, I just want a pretty boy to grope me all over, teasing me and pinning me against the kitchen counter. Telling me to be a good boy and concentrate on my cooking, that I'll get a reward later if I do a good job as he edges me with a wooden spoon, smacking my cunt everytime I start to whine
I wanna be a blushy mess of moans and giggles for him as they switch between making cheesy jokes and threatening to fuck my mouth, as he grips onto my hips and marks me as his
#xochimilli writes#yeah.. ... !!! fucking dumb as shit right now... edging myself over my clothes by humping a chair while i cook#im actually pathetic af rn its awesome also my love's tag bc literally do not want anyone else to touch me bc i am fucking babie#đ«puppy#also bc i am giggling a lot everytime i open the fridge n see a mango lmao i love my sweetheart#ftm nsft#t4t nsft#bd/sm kink#queer nsft#ftm bottom#ftm sub#trans nsft#gay nsft#bd/sm blog#edging kink#edging nsft#edging and denial#kitty sub#kitty nsft#bunny nsft#bunny sub#mlm nsft#impactplay#soft impact play#soft nsft#queer ns/fw#t4t ns/fw#ftm t4t#ftm ns/fw#trans ns/fw
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Lucifer: You seem happy. What are you writing?
Satan: A will.
Lucifer: Well it is smart to prepare for the future and-
Satan: It's yours.
Lucifer: Of course, it is.
#Iâm cleaning out dumb drafts- so letâs pretend that demons write wills too#surprise itâs queue!#roâs dumb stuff tag!#obey me!#obey me shitpost#obey me crack#obey me incorrect quotes#obey me#obey me satan#obey me lucifer#om! satan#om! lucifer#om! shall we date#om! shit post#om! crack#om!
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Melorius's shop: Fitting in
Felix adjusted his glasses and brushed a stray lock of hair from his face as he stepped into the costume shop, his slender frame almost swallowed by the oversized hoodie he always wore. Standing just a bit shorter than average, his narrow shoulders and slight build made him easy to overlook, especially with his soft, bookish features and perpetually messy hair. His hands were long and fine, fingers ink-stained from hours of note-taking, and his skin was pale from too many nights spent studying instead of seeing the sun. With his hunched posture and timid gait, Felix looked every bit the shy, kind-hearted geek whoâd rather be reading about heroes than pretending to be one.
Felix opened the door of the old looking Costumeâs shop; a bell rang as the door opened and its sound echoed between the dusty racks of costumes. Costumes crowded every corner, piled high in stacks and hung on hooks from the ceiling, casting odd, twisting shadows. He adjusted his glasses, blinking in the dusty light as he took it all in. The place seemed nearly forgotten, like it had been waiting for decades just for him.
"Excuse me?" he called out softly, his voice echoing a bit. "I'm looking forâŠumâŠa Spiderman costume, or really any superhero costume."
From behind a counter lined with old-fashioned masks, an elderly man emerged, smiling a bit too widely. His eyes glinted, as if he found Felixâs presence amusing. "Ah, superheroes. Everyone wants to be one," he mused, studying Felix with a strange intensity. "But Iâm afraid you're a bit late, young man. All the superheroes are gone."
âOh.â Felix sighed, glancing around as he tugged at his collar, feeling the cool, almost expectant air of the shop pressing in on him. "Do you have anything else? SomethingâŠkind of low-key? Anything cool will be perfect to be honest."
The man tilted his head thoughtfully, then reached under the counter. After a moment, he pulled out a different outfit, holding it up. It was a football quarterback uniform, complete with shoulder pads, a helmet, and a jersey bearing the number 11 in bold, almost intimidating font.
Felix felt his heart sink. "Uh⊠Iâm not really the football type," he began, unsure how to say no.
But the man only smiled. "Halloween is a night for trying new things, isnât it? You might find this⊠transformative." With a small wink, he pressed the costume into Felixâs hands, gesturing toward the dressing room in the back.
Reluctantly, Felix took it. The fabric felt strange under his fingers, thicker and heavier than heâd expected. With a last look at the old man, who was watching him with that same enigmatic smile, Felix ducked into the dressing room, closing the door behind him. He really didnât want to try it on, specially because at college, he was bullied by the football team, especially Josh, one of the biggest douchebag earths has ever worn. He was everything Felix hated. Big, muscled piled on muscles, obnoxious, fucking everything he could find and worst of all, forcing his best friend Nathan to do his homework and terrifying the shit out of him.
Felix hesitated, looking at himself in the mirror. His slight frame, glasses, and messy hair were the epitome of what people at his college would call "nerdy." This costume was everything he wasnât and everything he despised. But not wanting to appear rude, he slipped the jersey over his head, adjusting it as it clung uncomfortably close to his skin. Oddly, it felt warm, almost like it was⊠alive.
As he finsihed putting on the quaterback equipment and tugged the fabric of the jersey over his torso, a sharp, sudden pain blossomed across his chest. He gasped, clutching at his sides as a strange pressure spread through him. His chest muscles contracted and expanded, stretching outward with a force he couldn't control. The flat, narrow lines of his torso swelled as new muscle filled every inch, his chest pushing outward in thick slabs of pecs that strained against the jersey. With each breath, his pecs grew denser, pressing forward until they filled the front of the jersey, hard and defined.
âWhatâŠwhat is happening?â he whispered, trying to pull the jersey off, but his arms wouldnât obey. He was frozen, forced to watch as the transformation moved to his shoulders and arms.
Pain surged through his shoulders as they broadened, the pads pressing down on him, molding his frame into something bigger, stronger. His deltoids pushed outward, rounding out, followed by his biceps, which bulged, straining the fabric with their new mass. Thick veins appeared along his forearms, pulsing with a warmth that was both exhilarating and terrifying. His hands changed too, the fingers thickening, becoming rough and calloused, palms broadening until they looked like they belonged to someone whoâd spent years gripping footballs rather than comic books.
Each new jolt of growth felt like a small explosion, his nerves alive with the prickling of muscle fiber expanding and hardening beneath his skin. His legs cramped next, a powerful spasm that had him doubling over as his thighs and calves swelled. Muscles heâd never known he had bulged out, pressing against the fabric until the pants were stretched taut over thick quads and hamstrings that filled out with each second. He staggered, watching his thighs widen, hard and massive, his calves now like solid trunks that seemed rooted to the floor.
Felix started to feel an odd sensation creeping under his soles. Suddenly, he felt like they began to burn as they expanded within the cleats he had just put on. His toes thickened, his arches lifted, his entire foot stretching and swelling until they filled the once-loose cleats perfectly, now large and sturdy, every step grounding him with an unfamiliar weight.
The changes werenât just physical. A strange heat built up within him, simmering in his core, moving down to his groin with an intensity he couldnât ignore. He tried to fight it, his mind screaming for control, but his body surged ahead. His hips rolled slightly as his groin responded, thickening, growing, his manhood pressing uncomfortably against the waistband of his pants. He felt his shaft pulse and throb as it swelled, growing heavier, bigger, until it strained against the fabric, every inch filling him with an unsettling mix of power and shame. It was relentless, each throb amplifying the sensation, his groin now packed with a weight and presence that was almost dizzying. Even his balls grew, swelling until they hung heavily between his legs, pressing against his thighs, a constant reminder of the physicality that had taken over him.
As he looked down, horrified, he saw that his pubic area was now covered in a thick, wiry thatch of dark hair. Felix couldnât even the skin under the hair anymore. Pure dark thick hair. It itched slightly, but there was no escaping the primal, raw feeling it gave him. His hands, now large and rough, instinctively went to adjust his groin, but he couldnât control the action, it was like his body was reveling in its own size, flexing, posing.
His reflection sneered back at him, a cocky grin that made his skin crawl. His face had sharpened, his jawline strong and angular, his cheekbones high and defined. His eyes, once soft and shy, had become piercing, almost predatory. His hair had changed too, dark and thick, styled perfectly as though heâd just stepped out of a salon.
âOh no⊠no, no, noâŠâ he whispered, his voice deeper, resonant, filled with a confidence he didnât feel. He tried to speak again, but it was like his voice had been absorbed, lost within the powerful timbre that echoed back at him.
Inside his mind, a voice spoke, smooth and arrogant, brimming with strength. âLooks like youâre ready to play, bro.â
âNo! Iâm notâŠIâm notâŠâ he tried to say, but his own body laughed, a rich, self-assured chuckle that came from deep in his chest. It was like he was locked in a cage, forced to watch as his new form flexed and stretched, testing the limits of his newly thickened muscles. His hands slid over his chest, his abs, tracing the hard ridges of his pecs and torso in a way that horrified him. Every touch was a betrayal, each inch of him celebrating its own strength and virility.
And then, with a horrible clarity, he realized his surroundings had changed. The dusty walls of the dressing room had faded, replaced by the familiar, well-worn space of a college bedroom. Posters lined the walls, a football on the desk, the scent of cologne mingling with the faint smell of beer, feet and cum. His heart pounded as he saw the reflection of the street in the mirror in front of the bed. He knew this street, but from where? His body kept on flexing his biceps and posing while adjusting his python in his jeans. Suddenly Felix recognizes it, it was Joshâs Fraternity house. âGod please, NOOOOOOâŠâ he screamed internally as his body groped once again his thick semi hard dick pressed against his thighs.
The door burst open, and Josh strode in, grinning widely as he clapped him on the back. âYo, Mike! You ready to tear it up tonight? Halloween bash is going to be insane! Get ready and come downstairs broâ â
Inside, Felixâs true self screamed, but his new body only laughed, a confident sound that filled the room. He could feel everything, trapped as a spectator within his own body, unable to stop the deep, casual flex of his muscles, the cocky grin that spread across his face.
Felix swaggered out of the bedroom, every muscle loose and relaxed as he automatically headed downstairs. He barely noticed the lingering shift in his walk, the easy confidence that had replaced his usual awkward, careful steps. He knew, in some distant part of himself, that this wasnât him. But the name "Mike" echoed back each time he tried to remember his real name.
The first person he saw downstairs was Josh, grinning as he slammed a hand down on Felixâs shoulder with a rough camaraderie that would have once made Felix cringe. Josh, the biggest, brashest jock on campus, was someone heâd always tried to avoid. Now, though, he found himself smiling back, his thoughts warming with a strange fondness he couldnât quite understand. Josh chuckled, punching him lightly in the arm. âReady to get this party started, bro?â
The response came instinctively. "Always, man!" His voice sounded rich and easy, filled with that same underlying confidence, and Felix felt a surge of warmth in his chest. It felt⊠right, somehow, and as they worked together with the others, hanging lights and arranging tables, he was overwhelmed by the feeling of fitting in, of belonging here in a way he never had before.
Then the doorbell rang, and Mike headed to answer it, his steps naturally assured, shoulders relaxed. When he opened the door, he froze for a second. Standing there was Nathan, his best friend, the same familiar face and shy smile heâd grown up with. His friendâs arms were full of papers, Joshâs homework, he realized with a strange clarity.
âHey, uh, Iâve got the assignments Josh asked for,â Nathan said, looking slightly uncomfortable as he handed the papers over. Mike reached out to take them, a small pang of something strange flickering in his mind as he looked at his friendâs familiar, nervous expression. Felix woke up from his mental fog and remembered who he truly was. He was not Mike; he was Felix and Nathan was his best friend. How long did he forget, how is that possible to forget who you are? Inside his head, Felix was panicking and trying to scream and beg for help to Nathan, but on the outside, Mike just grabbed the paper and put on a cocky grin as he realizes how thick Nathanâs ass was.
âThanks, man,â Mike replied automatically, the words feeling strange in his deeper, confident voice. Josh took the papers with barely a nod, heading back toward the party, and Mike found himself lingering, watching Nathanâs body with a hungry look. Out of nowhere, Mike started to talk kindly to Nathan and to Felixâs surprise, Nathan answered back, worst he recognized in his best friend a feeling of joy as they kept talking together about every and anything.
They chatted for a few minutes, the small talk flowing in a way that felt oddly natural. Felix was screaming for this to stop. Maybe if he screamed loud enough, he will be able to grab dominance over this new Mikeâs mind and be able to ask for help. But it didnât work. Worst, he screamed in panic as he heard himself asking Nathan to come outside to grab a drink. They both went to his bedroom upstairs and just before closing the door, Mike threw a knowing look and a cocky grin to Josh, both of them smiling as they knew Mike was getting lucky. Â
Once they were there, Mike listened to his friend talk, nodding as they laughed over stories that seemed almost familiar, yet distant. He felt himself leaning in without even realizing it, his heart pounding a bit harder, his thoughts becoming hazy. There was a moment, a single spark that made everything feel suddenly real, and then just as Nathan was saying that he should go back home to get ready for his Halloween Dungeon and Dragons party, Felix felt his body plunging on Nathanâs lips. He felt the surprise of Nathan fading into acceptance as he gave back his kiss. After some minutes of kissing and touching each other, Mike jumped back up and threw his clothes away, standing erect with his 11 inches dick in front of Nathan. He then started to walk slowly back to Nathan while grinning and talking again. âSo tell me Baeâ, Trick or treat?â Felix was disgusted by what was happening, how could this happen. He wasnât even gay, and Nathan was his best friend. No that couldnât be, it must be a nightmare. But out of nowhere, Felix felt wet lips around his thick cock. The sensation sent shivers down his spine and Mike grabbed Nathanâs head under his calloused palms as he forced it all the way down to his pubes. Felix was torn apart between the pleasure was feeling and the pain of knowing his best friend was giving him a blowjob. Then he felt a rush coming down on him. He felt as his toes started to grip the carpeted floor, his muscles started to tense and his breath became chaotic. âNo please, I canâtâŠâ Felix tried to say in a last moment of consciousness as Mike started to spasm and cum straight inside Nathanâs throat, making sure he swallowed every drop of his precious cum. His mind went blank, a flood of warmth washing over him, leaving nothing behind. For a split second, he reached for something he couldnât name, something lost in a flood of heat and release. Then everything was clear. He was Mike. When he opened his eyes after a couple of pleasurable seconds, Felix was gone. Only Mike stood there. With a satisfied sigh, Mike got his dick out, feeling the lingering warmth radiate through his body, calming his heartbeat. He pulled back on his gym shorts, adjusting his jockstrap, and shot a quick glance in the mirror. As Mike opened the door, he took a look down at Nathan still baked in the pleasure they both just had. âSo, do you want to go for a drink tomorrow?â Nathan asked with kindness in his eyes. Mike turned back and laughed before answering âYo broâ get the fuck out before I call the broskis to finish you up. You really thought this could be a we? You are a whole for me to fuck and nothing else. Now get the fuck out looser!â
Mike turned back to the mirror and adjusted his cap backward. Perfect, as always. Heading downstairs without another thought, he was ready to enjoy the party, the memory of whatever heâd been worrying about entirely gone.
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Hey everybody! Here is the new chapter inspired by this prompt from @yuighjvbn123 "Well, I hope you continue the melorious shop, especially making the sequel for the First Customer story. I really want to see the other perspective, now this time for a shy clumsy nerd who got transformed into a muscular handsome sexy jock. Bit then his demeanor also changed, into more cocky self-obsessed narcissist diva and the usual horny lol. I know it's a basic standard tf plot, but I know you'll find a way to spice things up and make it even hotter"
Hope you guys enjoyed it and see you soon for another adventure ;)
#male transformation#my writing#mental change#male tf#reality change#tf#gay#personality change#ask me anything#Melorius#straight to gay#dumbification#dumber tf#smart to dumb#nerd to jock#jock tf#halloween tf
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listen i know we all love steve âcompletely ignorant of queer culture to the point that bisexuality is a surpriseâ harrington being roasted and educated in turns by robin and eddie, yadda yadda, good stuff. i read âthey made a horror version of rocky?â in a fic recently and cackled. also a big fan of âhe knew he was bi from the start and just never talked about itâ as a trope, love it excellent well done
but what about steve who realizes after starcourt that the most important person in his life now has this thing thatâs a major part of her life that he knows nothing about, and what if he fucks it up? what if he says something ignorant or rude by accident, and hurts her? what if he loses her because he didnât know the right thing to say? what if he canât keep her safe because he doesnât know what to look out for? absolutely fucking not, this steve says
and listen sheâd never say anything, because she can tell that he can tell how much she likes teasing him and teaching him things, so he plays dumb, and she thinks itâs very sweet. but she notices when the zines she keeps under her bed that she buys at that one secret bookshop in indy when she can sneak away on family trips start going missing, always one at a time, and replaced in a few days with another disappearing. and she finds the new ones he must have gone to buy the weekend she was at her auntâs house hidden in the back of his closet when she goes to steal one of his sweaters. and she notices when he slips more of her queerer movie recommendations into his personal take home pile rather than the movie night stack when he thinks sheâs not looking.
she doesnât notice when he drives to indianapolis after she tries to explain to him why she canât just ask out a cute girl, tries to impress on him the fear attached to every moment of attraction that he simply has never had to feel, but later she finds a crumpled receipt from a diner in one of his jacket pockets when sheâs looking for his keys, and the address is across the street from the bar the gorgeous woman at the bookstore told her about, the one she memorized the address of but hasnât worked up the guts to think about visiting, and she knows he must have gone looking for a place like that, must have been trying to understand, must have been scoping it out to make sure it was somewhere she could feel safe, after she told him she never had.
so when eddie nearly pops a blood vessel when they clock each other and she mentions that steve is the only person sheâs ever come out to before, her hackles come up. because she gets it, she does, heâs only known king steve until recently, so it makes sense that he would be afraid, be concerned for her safety.
but steve is her person, and no one- no one- has ever made her feel as protected or as cared for as he does. no one has ever tried as hard to understand her, no one has ever put so much work into making her feel safe and seen and loved. and she thinks maybe even if no one else ever does, thatâs ok. because she has steve, and more importantly steve has her, and that means no one gets to question his ally credentials in her presence without a dressing down to remember, no matter how well they mean or how recently they helped save the world.
(and maybe sheâs not as surprised as she could be when he figures out bisexuality all on his own, because sheâs been reading all the same pamphlets he has, after all. and sheâs seen the way he looks at eddie, i mean come on. maybe no one else has noticed, but then, nobody knows steve harrington like she does.)
#stranger things#steve harrington#robin buckley#platonic stobin#steddie#(if you squint)#this got away from me#i just really love love giving steve a bit more credit yk?#like yes heâs very stupid and he has a history of being self absorbed#and we love that about him#heâs very flawed and that makes him interesting#but i really feel like one of his defining traits is his need to be useful to the people he loves#combine that with his abandonment issues and i really feel like he would be scared of fucking up and losing robin#and yeah he would play dumb like he does with dustin and d&d#but i donât believe he knows nothing about d&d after all this time and i donât believe he would let himself know nothing about queer culture#iâm just so so attached to the idea of steve who knows that teasing him for being dumb is his friendsâ love language with him#so he pretends to be dumber than he is so they have chances to explain things to him#also stobin sharing clothes is so so so important to me just putting that out there#anyway i just think theyâre neat#my writing
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