#as i write fanfiction about gay puppets

[indigopoptart]

i remember! I remember! i have something to share With you all!!!

a little bit ago i decided to make myself a Welcome Home wallpaper for my laptop! i will Share it with you all

there are a few variants! since i am Picky!

original art belongs to clown! i just did a lil thing to make a simple bg >:)

i hope you enjoy!

[zan0tix]

I yap so much about the comic and the importance i find in its contents but i hope when i write dirk or jake or rlly any of them it doesnt come off as me dumbing them down😭

I know the core internal mechanisms at which they all operate from otherwise i wouldnt understand why they even do what they do and why they speak how they do since that is so crucial to analysis of their behaviour and Why they were written.

But i mostly write silly scenarios so the deeper messier parts dont get to show much😭 working on deeper things tho rest assured i am locking in🫡🫡🫡

I try to match the tones of how i believe the characters would act continuing off the ending of homestuck. With dirk and jake specifically i try to write them to where they still both kinda dont say everything they need to but they dont have the weight of narrative destiny on their shoulders anymore so they can admit they like spending time together and have actually confessed like normal people and got out those apologies they kept yammering on about in the last half of act 6

I try to reinvoke the ridiculous nature of the one time we really see the real dirk and jake talk (which was actually a dreambubble memory. jake is so gay.) but i try to make it feel how that did, they really do love spending time together and just being weird and cringe and bantering about stupid shit ❤️(the most we see dirk type laugh in the comic)

(Always Highly recommend reading this log if you havent in a while. Its just such good writing theyre so funny) https://www.homestuck.com/story/4844

I feel like the Best Bros part of dirkjake kinda gets lost alot of the time considering THEY NEVER SPEAK DIRECTLY (which is insane that hussie could craft this universe bending gender norm shattering yaoi with no fucking interactions wtf anyway) but there is alot you can gleam from jakes interactions with hal and this one log to tell us how they usually speak

Dirk always veers into making homoerotic comments because.. i dunno he might have feelings for jake or something whos to say. and when jake presses him dirk immediately diverts. I think from being around dave and everything daves realised thats bullshit about masculine standards and heroism that let him have a healthier relationship to masculinity, hearing abt that would loosen dirk up about Actually being affectionate to jake

But hes still somehow trying to no homo his way out of things that are incredibly homo just in a subtler way, not immediately going “Haha, what? I never said that. Anyway.” (Its both out of his fear for what his true identity means about him as a man but also because he doesnt think he deserves to get such affections cough thinks himself an evil)

And jake was always going with the flow. If his friends socially decreed something as okay to talk about then the fucking damn burst open and he couldnt keep it in anymore but they had to Very Clearly Clarify with him about it. So i think dirk going down a more positive road would lead jake there too seeing that if its okay for dirk to be less restrictive with his feelings jake can be too.

The Epilogues has a highly specific premise and was being manned by caliborn and calliope 2.0 cranked to the max in the deranged fanfic behaviour so. Of course it would not be a healthy environment for characters to grow💀 anyone who takes it as full confirmation about how theyd act or become as adults and ignores the fact of its premise Being “Homestuck but Sick and Twisted; The Fanfiction” is kind of stupid its like saying homosuck was in character. Ofc everybodys lives goes to shit because the two running the show dont know how the hell to be good puppeteers 😭

Said it on twitter but you can tell how much a dirk hates himself based on his relationship to a jake. Because tho ult dirk wouldnt ever admit it jake is dirks anchor of self worth just as dirk is jakes. When they show compassion and kindness to one another its a step closer to self acceptance because Jake is quite frankly a living embodiment of EVERYTHING that is “wrong” (queer, cringe, sincere, feminine) about Dirk to himself in his saviour complex surrounding manhood. (See Everything caliborn says about jake) jakes always waiting for dirk. If dirk were to step down and admit his own humanity itd mean hed have to accept he is capable of growing and isnt inherently evil, and jake would be ready to embrace that about himself too

Anyway all that to say. Even in my simple silly writing i at least do try to retain dirk and jakes strange emotional dodging olympics but also its just on a smaller level since theyve inching their way to fully internalising that Its Okay to be Cringe and Gay Together❤️ because the World isnt Ending anymore. Its in the little things they dont say because haha im the one who makes them say words.

Dirk and jake hate themselves because theyre not men in the right way but their love is because of them not being men in the right way so.. nerm.. Whos flying the plane?

[rottenpumpkin13]

HAHHAHA! Nothing’s stopping me from doing it TWICE!

BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out 💕

(Bc you deserve a million of these, seriously!! But I will also send an ask to not waste your time x,D)

What are AGSZC’s YouTube search histories? >:3c

I've been wanting to tell you this for the longest time: the cable protector for my laptop charger is a Pikachu! It often kills my writer's block because I can feel its (positive) judgmental stare whenever I don't write. A+ involuntary Pichu motivation! Unfortunately I glanced at the ask this morning and completely mistook the question while I was drafting it at work

( ╥ ᴗ ╥) I unhelpfully present you:

AGSZC Google Search Histories

CLOUD:

• What to do if being stalked

• What to do if being stalked by dead man

• What to do if being stalked by dead man and mother

• Writhe meaning

• What does it mean when someone says writhe for me

• Was Sephiroth queer when he was alive

• How to talk to people without making it awkward

• Why is my memory poor

• How to tell woman I love her

• How to kill someone once and for all

• How to be a good puppet~

• HOW TO STOP MIND CONTROL IMMEDIATELY

GENESIS:

• Who would win in a fight Genesis or Sephiroth

• Genesis Rhapsodos aesthetic

• How to bully people in a goddess honoring way

• Genesis Rhapsodos video compilations

• Cowboys

• Where to rent horse

• Is Masamune heavier than Rapier

• Masamune weight

• How to fix a broken sword

• Super glue strong enough to hold sword together

• How to hide broken sword from friend

• Sephiroth sword replica for sale

• Where to buy replica of Sephiroth's sword

• How to convince a friend their sword was always broken

• Can a sword just break on its own

• Sephiroth x reader fanfiction

• Logical reasons for sword to break on its own

• Acting tips for looking surprised

• How to gaslight your friend

• How to deflect blame in conversation

• How to avoid eye contact when lying

• How to create a distraction during a confrontation

• How to flee the country

SEPHIROTH:

• Benefits of owning a cat

• Sephiroth costume

• BDSM meaning

• Name for device that extinguishes fire

• Fire extinguisher for sale

• Haunted by the faces of people long gone what do I do

• How to stop sitting on my hair

• Am I gay quiz

• Angeal Hewley shirtless

• What does it mean when you dream about being held by blue alien mother

• How to dream about blue alien mother more often

• Situations where it is appropriate to say fuck

• Can I say fuck randomly

• Where to look for items when you misplace them

• Where could I have misplaced my sword

• How to donate effectively to social causes

• Videos of people crying in regret after cutting their hair

• Can you consume a salt lamp

• DTF meaning

• Milf meaning

• Slang terms to use to sound normal

• Silly cat videos

• Why is piracy wrong

• Free movies watch online HD

• How to make protein shake taste like pasta

• Am I depressed quiz

• Spaghetti recipe

• How to put out kitchen fire

• How to remove spaghetti from ceiling

ZACK:

• Sephiroth bald

• can you die from licking batteries

• can you die from inhaling cheese puff dust

• Apple bottom jeans

• boots with the fur

• Reebok's with the straps

• Why does my husband look at other women

• Is it safe to eat pinecones

• Are moogles real

• How to befriend a moogle

• Can you die from licking hair gel

• What are the implications of string theory for quantum gravity in multidimensional spacetime

• Sephiroth x Genesis Rhapsodos fics

• How to explode things using mind

• Cool dog collar jewelry

• Cool dog collar jewelry SFW

• Sunflower tattoo

• Is it normal to kiss your friends

• How to kiss friends in a bromance way

• How to tell if I'm psychic

• Intersectional feminism

ANGEAL:

• Empanada recipe

• Where to hypothetically hide a body

• Tzatziki recipe

• Signs you're in a polycule

• Am I in a polycule how to tell

• Is it normal to plan your own funeral ahead of time

• Valid coupons printable

• Is it normal to vent to your houseplants about your problems

• Used dog cage for sale

• How to make friend realize that dreaming of blue alien mother isn't normal

• How to approach fact that friend needs therapy in conversation

• How to fix sword in case it ever breaks randomly

• Good gifts for teenagers with ADHD

• Chainsaw for sale

• Is a chainsaw a good gift

• Why am I so tired all the time

• Why is it that every time you search something online the internet makes you think you have an incurable disease

• Fun team building activities

• How to convince coworkers that trust falls are safe

• How to stop bleeding fast

• Encouraging words to calm down panicking crowd

• paramedic number

[undreaming-fanfiction]

My lovely @henderdads Cass, I unfortunately didn't manage to write a full length fanfiction that you 100% deserve for your birthday, buuuut...I saw that your fav Disney movie is Mulan. What if I gave you a very adjusted Mulan Steddie AU idea with a partial apocalypse, joining the army in place of someone you love, and an incredibly annoying voice in your ear who tells you what to say and do...

Eddie Munson is very much anti-war, thank you. He hates the army, hates the cops, tolerates Chief Hopper because he's cool, but overall authority? Nah, not for him. Eddie would never, ever join something violent and wear camo.

The world doesn't care about his preferences. When interdimensional rifts start popping up left and right and the whole planet is currently battling creatures pouring out of what is called the Upside Down dimension, every family has to send a man to join the war.

Eddie should not be joining anything. After a horrific car crash that nearly cost him his life, half of his torso is nothing but scars, his body is weak from spending months in the hospital, plus his aim is atrocious. But the government said someone needs to go, and his beloved uncle Wayne, the 50-ish man who looks like a nihilist but is secretly all the goodness in the world personified, is gearing up to go and serve his country. That just won't do.

He steals the letter ordering someone from the Munson family to join the Hawkins battlefield and prays that no one will have a chance to check his records. They probably won't, most of the documents for his town got burned to a crisp when a rift opened under the office. And because he knows absolutely nothing about the special Upside Down units he's about to join, he's doing what he knows the best - practicing by roleplaying. He's simulating small talk with "the boys". He's trying cheeky comebacks. And he's incredibly, cringe-inducingly bad at it.

Fortunately for him, or maybe not, he has a guardian angel, except the angel is a 13 year old kid he used to DM for. His name is Dustin and he's ruthless. When he stumbles upon Eddie's "Oh yeah, I used to play the ball in high school. Which ball? Uh...all the ball!", he announces Eddie is useless and gives him a small comm he's developed with his nerdy friends. "Don't worry," he says, "I will guide you through everything."

And Eddie believes it might be a good thing, that it might counterbalance his uncontrollable mouth, at least until the moment that he sees his sergeant, Steve Harrington. The guy is friendly, capable, tough as nails and incredibly, mind-numbingly pretty.

"Say good to meet you, sir!" the voice in his ear whispers.

Eddie opens his mouth to say exactly that. "Wow, aren't you a sight to behold, big boy!" is what ends up leaving it.

Dustin finds out the hard way that the barely functioning gay disaster Eddie Munson is impossible to guide through anything. He picks the lock to the showers after midnight to avoid showing his scars - or if he wanted to be honest, showering very heterosexually next to Steve fucking Harrington, the man who pulled him out of harm's way when Eddie messed up, and then nonchalantly produced a spiked bat and beat the creature preparing to snack on Eddie to a pulp.

"Why did you freeze when Steve was discussing tomorrow's mission?" Dustin hisses at him.

"You're not here, you twerp, you'd freeze too if you saw all that chest hair!"

Many things end up happening during the war of the worlds (cliché, but it works in Eddie's head). Eddie somehow ends up saving Steve's life by backing into a cassette player, turning it on and blasting "Master of Puppets" all over the battlefield, luring the creatures away from Steve's position. He tries to explain that it was an accident, but no one believes him.

Eddie notices that the creatures are invading in certain patterns. When people ask him how come he noticed something no one else did, he just shrugs and says: "it's what I would have done if I was running this as a campaign." He ignores Dustin's excited rambling about how cool the campaign would be and that Eddie definitely has to survive now.

Steve starts respecting him, even enjoying his company. How the hell did that happen. And there's definitely some tension between them, not the angry kind, and Eddie is taking cold showers now. For health reasons, obviously.

And finally, Eddie finds out that even if his aim sucks, he's pretty great with a flamethrower. They become unbeatable as a close range fighter duo with Steve.

Eventually, Eddie's insight combined with some secret government experimentation (they experimented on a kid? If it didn't work out so well, Eddie would have punched them and then set them on fire) end the war. The portals are closed, the remaining creatures gradually eliminated. Steve and Eddie are decorated as heroes and sent home. It's all very quick, very "let's not talk about this whole rift thing possibly being a government fault, nope!", Steve finally finds out about Eddie not being fit to serve and spirals into an absolute meltdown about endangering someone who was never supposed to fight in the first place. Eddie finds himself sitting on a bus home with a medal and a broken heart.

It's only a few days later, after Wayne's crushing hugs, scolding, well hidden tears and Dustin's constant visits, that someone knocks on his and Wayne's trailer door. It's Eddie's former sergeant Steve Harrington, wearing a soft yellow sweater and the cutest shy smile Eddie's ever seen. "Hi. Uh...I know it's difficult to make up for putting you through all that and not verifying your records. But..." he says and shushes Eddie when he tries to accept all the blame and get into a spiral of his own, "...I think a dinner would be a good start to that apology. How does that sound?"

Eddie grins at him and reaches for his hand. "I'd say you've got yourself a date, big boy."

[noa-nightingale]

✨ Gay Oars Project 2024 ✨

I am bringing it back! :D

I started the Gay Oars Project in 2021, continued in 2022 and had to take a break in 2023 for mental health reasons. Now here is the updated version.

What is the Gay Oars Donation Project?

It used to be this: People requested fan art from me, and in exchange donated some money to one of two GoFundMes.

I like drawing but I am always and forever a word person first. So, this time, instead of art, there will be short stories and poems! <3

What do you write?

Anything Watcher and Buzzfeed Unsolved. I specialize in puppets and anthropomorphic foodstuff but I will accept other requests too. Keep it clean, though!

Where are the donations going to and how much do I donate?

Like last time, these are the options:

Tonya Kay’s GoFundMe

GoFundMe for @queerunsolved​��s mom

You decide how much you want to donate. I am okay with any amount and I won’t judge you for donating a small amount. This is completely up to you.

BUT! If you have another person or charity in mind, please tell me!

How will you know that I really donated?

I would like to think of this as a gentlemen’s agreement, so to speak. I don’t want to ask for excessive proof. When you get a confirmation email for your donation (or similar), a screenshot will be okay (with your personal info blocked out, of course). I really don’t want to make this more complicated than it needs to be.

Is there a minimum age I have to be?

Apologies in advance but you have to be at least 18.

Text first or donation first?

Please don’t donate right away! I probably won’t be able to tell you exactly how long I will take with writing your request - I don’t want anyone to donate and then have to wait for their text/poem.

I will let you know when it is is done, please don’t donate beforehand.

What happens with the text?

I will post it on my tumblr, and you will have permission to re-post it on your own social media (with credit!). Other people do not have permission to re-post it.

Why are you doing this?

I want to help people, and I can’t give a lot of money on my own. The idea here is that we come together to support others.

If you have questions, ask me! I want to keep this as barrier-free and informal as possible. I am not a professional and this is not meant to be a big scary thing, just a little project to help some people out.

Here are some examples of my work:

Gay Oars Poem

Gay Oars Haiku

We're Meant to Be

Gay Oars Fanfiction

But wait! There is more!

I have told Team Watcher about the Gay Oars Project via their p.o. box - I am fairly certain that at least Shane is aware of the project. At the end of the year, I will compile a list of people who participated and send it to the p.o. box again. So here's your chance to be on that list! (Or to tell me not to put you on that list because you don't want to be perceived lol.)

Thanks for reading. Reblogs are very appreciated! 💖

[mable-stitchpunk]

Okay bear with me here but I knew your channel, NotRealName, and I read Home, right? Well I had no idea you were the same person until now. Was this supposed to be obvious and I'm just bad at picking up this stuff or...?

No, no! In fact, I've been purposefully keeping the two a little separate. 😅I'm not sure how well the Youtube crowd might take to the fanfiction- not that I'm ashamed of writing Home, I love it! But I'm a pillar of salt in this community. I cannot become "that chick who complains about Eleanor AND writes gay puppets".

And the less everyone knows about my Mxes smooching score, the better. That's the sort of thing that might come back to haunt you. XD

[crispycreambacon]

Maybe I should start being lightly unfiltered on my main rather than relegate that to my spam blog. That account is lowkey banned to the shadow realm anyway 😭

Anyways y'all I really wanna write a Puppet History fic for Valentine's Day, but I'm torn between writing either about the reunion of the Gay Oars (basically: the Professor reunites them after grabbing them from his time-travelling chicanery, but then the inherent trauma of becoming a vessel for destruction against your will interferes) or Professor and Ryan reading extremely cursed fanfiction shipping them together (exactly what it says on the tin. dear god.)

On one hand, the Gay Oars mean a lot to me and I'd like to explore their relationship and how their circumstances really changed them. Also, I haven't written angst in a bit, so this would be a good challenge.

On the other hand. Funny. Extremely funny. Ryan and the Professor go through a try not to cringe challenge and it's gonna be awful and bad and it's gonna be FUNNY also let's be fr the oars fic is so niche I highly doubt people would read it 💀

(FYI: I will write both eventually, I just am torn on which one to write first) (it'd be so funny if no one voted on this ngl-)

[nightcoremoon]

my experience in the Harry Potter fandom (before we all realized Rowling was a talentless hack, an attention whore, and a spiteful bitch) from ages 6 to 12 was blind adoration, until the last book came out and was a steaming pile of shit thus killing my interest in the series and turning me into the most jaded of teenagers you’ve ever met in your entire life.

i still read the odd fic here and there, but ages 13-16 I was way more into avatar the last airbender, avengers, pokemon, jak & daxter, warcraft, inheritance, death note, invader zim, and all of my contemporaries were into HP and twilight and thus by extension so was I. and I still occasionally was like okay yeah the books are mediocre schlock at best but hey they helped destigmatize the occult in the mainstream eye, and the movies did the best job they could with what they were given, and the books COULD have been good if only you’d just changed like 90% of them. the fandom wasn’t about the books themselves, it was all about the culture that the books had created. because nobody really read any of the books more than once because everybody just watched the movies (DON’T EVEN LIE AND SAY THATS NOT TRUE).

we all rolled our eyes at rowling jingling her keys to make us talk about it again and again but it’s like, ok so dumbledore is gay but you didn’t fucking show it and you made the actual gay character lupin die offscreen, ok so snape was apparently a good person underneath being a toxic shitlord but you didn’t fucking show it and you made the actual only good person hagrid a complete non-entity, ok so Anthony Goldstein was apparently your jewish representation but you didn’t fucking even say his goddamn name once in the entire series and the only black characters were racebent for the movies because you didn’t fucking even mention they were black because we know full fuckin well that every single character was white except for CHO. GODDAMN. CHANG.

all you really had to do was say, okay yeah in my youthful ignorance I accidentally made a contribution to problematic media and so I will now strive to fix my mistakes and write a new series that shows how I have grown as an author. except she didn’t do that. she just greenlit the cursed child and accepted royalties for fantastic beasts. and if it weren’t for eddie redmayne and the fact that it’s part of a licensed franchise, the movie would have totally flopped. it was not very good. and jude law and johnny depp did their best but the script was awful and it suffered from prequelitis (which so far only Star Wars has avoided and even then only very narrowly due to saturation). rowling didn’t even have any fucking writing credits on the movie but she made a fat stack of cash anyway. that’s a trend you’ll notice.

every single way I ever found enjoyment in the fandom was in reading people on here suggesting ways to improve it, or to parody it. like desi harry and black hermione, a very potter musical, potter puppet pals, a billion different rewrites that were all way better than the source materials. i even read my immortal, AND YES IT IS REALLY REALLY BAD not even in an ironic so bad it’s good kind of way, I mean that it was just absolutely godawful in every conceivable way, and was only a highlight of how not to write a fanfic. it was so bad that I reread the original books as a palate cleanser. and let me tell you this, harry potter and the sorcerer’s stone is one of the clumsiest books I’d ever read as a teenager. it’s completely amateur in every way, and it made me understand just why it was so popular with the 13-16 year old crowd. it was written at their reading level. the passages from the actual HP books are all virtually indistinguishable from fanfictions I read over a decade ago made by people who are in their early 20s now. in fact there are plenty of fanfictions written by teenagers that are better written than even the least shitty HP book which is defaulted to half blood prince if only because for once there’s actually some narrative cohesion that isn’t a complete and total ass pull and because if you’ve written five full length books then you goddamn well better understand the basics. engaging with the source material was not fun at all and the only way to milk any fun from it was to make fun of it. and by age 16 I was sick and tired of the cynicism. and around that age is when I joined the my little pony fandom.

and they were the two best years of my life at the time. it was nice to be engaging with wholesome content while also making memes that poked fun at its occasional harmless flaws. I watched other fandoms from a distance but MLP was my primary and honestly it still is, I just haven’t been as heavily involved with it these days beyond listening to the music and rebubbling fanart and even on occasion dabbling in the fanfic realm. but it was integral to me figuring out that hey wait a second I’m not a boy after all haha oops. so when I was 18 and finally transed my gender everything was… fine. ten years later I’m more into games that end with craft lmao

and then everything changed when the terf nation attacked.

by the time the queer parts of the Harry Potter fanbase (who weren’t abject pieces of garbage) were shocked & appalled by the betrayal I was the old coot in my rocking chair holding back the urge to say I FUCKING TOLD YOU SO. when people went back and were like, hey actually wow the books were full of racism and antisemitism, all of the black brown jewish etc parts of the former fandom did not hold back the urge to say we fucking told you so. but as a whole white trans people didn’t really seem to care about its problematic natures until it affected them. which is not a good enough reason to bully harass and suicidebait them especially since they were like 12. thankfully that seems to have done wonders in having the collective media literacy of white trans teenagers increase somewhat. that was a few years ago now and I’ll freely admit that I’m somewhat out of touch with the youth right now, I don’t have a tiktok, I don’t use twitter or instagram, I barely use tumblr. i couldn’t tell you the name of one single popular singer these days, and if I did it would be someone that the kids would roll their eyes at and call me a boomer because I said rihanna or beyonce or nicki minaj or something from the 00s and/or 10s. my favorite musicians all started in the 90s. if I asked out somebody who was only 20 it would be weird and creepy. i know where I stand in society these days and that’s fine. but I don’t exactly know where things stand as far as where most teenagers are at. i hope they’re doing fine. i hope they escaped the clutches of the damage HP did. oh wait I forgot about the blood libel game, gOD DAMN IT-

[knight-of-heart-and-art]

Obsidian, coal, and oil for your ask game?

Btw I love the way you play with the Striders like dolls. They are your OCs to me <3

MIDNIGHT - When do you write most?

unfortunately right now it's like. the fifteen minutes before I go to bed. That used to work okay but now it's just not, which is part of why I've been so slow lately, I think. I would really like to get back to writing fanfiction at work but that's something I haven't really gotten back to yet!

COAL - Who is your oldest OC?

His name is Reaver and he was created just SLIGHTLY too early for me to make him gay as hell . his son is gay as hell tho. tried to sell his life to a demon as a suicide attempt, ended up dating the demon. Reaver isn't very happy about it.

OIL - Smut or fluff?

fluff but one day. one day I am going to be five percent more mentally ill and all of you are going to have to deal with REALLY niche smut.

and all of the striders ARE my dolls. also I'm pretty sure Ambrose counts as an OC at this point with all of the weird shit I keep doing to him. like he's a clone of bro strider, doesn't that count? Cal (city divided) as well because they're not actually Lil' Cal, Bro just. Named his youngest kid after the puppet. Because he's like that.

[burr-did-nothing-wrong]

Come August I'm gonna be living in my car full time touring the west coast and parts of Canada with my Kermit the Frog puppet, writing gay fanfiction about Aaron Burr and Alexander Hamilton. The question is, do I make a new blog to document the adventures of Kermit and the deranged car lady? On what platform

[kindestegg]

I'm so sorry if this ask comes off as invasive or strange but what fanfic that this post referring to? → ( https://www.tumblr.com/poobit/620790785763328000/im-a-puppet-show-blog-now-anyways-fanart ) Did you ever post the fanfic or did you just leave it incomplete?

ah it is not invasive at all! this is referring to a fic that is now a few years old, in fact maybe 2 and a half at this point! my little baby! i intended to make it public some day, specially with a spanish language version of it but uhm well... it is... 69 (nice) pages long.......... and spanish does not come as intuitively to me.................. and although my sweetie did offer to translate it, hes kind of got other things in his mind atm and honestly im not gonna keep pestering him to translate a 60+ page long fanfiction about gay middle aged chilean puppets

that all being said though! you can read its english version here! DO keep in mind i took a few creative liberties with interpreting the characters and their inner lives and backstories, as i hadnt fully finished my hunt for consuming every single point of canonical information of the series yet (yes i did do that btw. 2020 was... interesting for me when it came to 31m)

you are welcome to share it btw, and please, do come back and let me know what you thought of it! i have been told the tiny inconsistencies do not detract of it and that its actually very enjoyable, some people even saying it changed their lives which... wow! that makes me very happy to hear, did not expect such a reaction to a 31 minutos tudoque fic, but im glad my writing can awaken such feelings in others <3

[wolflover33100aj]

I want to make my own x reader Welcome Home fanfiction where the human reader goes into the Welcome Home world, I know this has been done so many times but I really love this concept and I want to make my own

The puppets learn about humans while spending time with the reader

I also just wanted an excuse to write Sally calling Y/N ' Yanny ' because she likes lengthening people's names ( from the audio from the wh site )

I also wanted to write about Julie's bowling tag and how chaotic she is and Wally holding bowls of soup for no reason

I just wanted to write about these silly gay puppets and I really love the whole trope of a human going to the Welcome Home world because I could play around with that concept and add my silly ideas into it

Also, I love how canon Wally falls on his face and doesn't get up until someone picks him up, that would also be fun to write about

Also, I want Julie's siblings to be in it because they need to be in more fanfictions

I would even add in Frank and Eddie being married and living together because I love that

Frank also uses they/them pronouns because they are confirmed to be non binary

[firsttarotreader]

“I’m all for the chill, ‘let’s all be nice to each other’ vibes but let’s not pretend that I didn’t get a very overblown response for talking about some Instagram likes and some of you were fine with it cause it was your friend who got angry about it. Which is fine, I understand that there are going to be loyalties amongst certain fonts on here, let’s just not pretend that some of us are above certain things when we’re not.”

you mean the same thing that happens with you, the few fonts that still agree with you, and all the sock puppet accounts? you literally do the same things you talk about here under the guise of gossip when in reality it’s just fetishizing because you want pedro to be gay. you can’t stand when people talk about anything other than pedro fucking men, and when you get called out you lash out and then play victim. you can’t get angry when other people give you a taste of your own medicine. you can’t expect everyone on the thread to bend over to your every whim just because you want to write fanfiction about pedro fucking his male friends. sick and tired

The same person who admitted on dms to having accounts in other forums with a specific agenda and who had a Twitter account suspended because of extremely biphobic tweets directed even to Pedro and to other fans and who goes around saying she was “impersonated” like anyone is gonna believe that when she says basically the same things on her tumblr and in other places!! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

[omni-scient-pan-da]

And They Were Oar-Mates

The Second Part of My Fic About The Oars by omni-scient-pan-da

For @burntuakrisp @wh33z @reaping-mae @jo-the-nerd @emo-bi-mess @taurianskies7 @the-dumbass-multishipper @pictures-that-are-kinda-cool and that one anon that left an ask that made me actually finish writing this thing (Edit: Find All Parts HERE)

It wasn’t often that Rowan got upset. For the most part, he was an angel, everyone he met loved him. Even when dealing with the nastiest of people, he met them with a smile and a bounce of his step, never letting anyone or anything get to him.

But of course, most people he interacted with had never hurt Killian.

After a raid on their villiage, Killian had made a deal with an evil warlock in order to save both his and Rowan’s life. The warlock helped the two of them escape and live to see another day, and in return, one day the warlock would call on Killian to be his faithful servant for the rest of time.

Over a decade passsed, and the two all but forgot about the deal Killian had made with the warlock. Until one day, the warlock came calling, and Killian disappeared. And now, Rowan was out to find the warlock and get his beloved husband back.

Rowan knew the task wouldn't be easy. First of all, he had no clue where Killian had gone, or where to find him, or how he was going to get him back from the warlock, or even if Killian wanted to be found in the first place.

Rowan shook his head. No, that was just the spell that made him want to leave... Killian would never just abandon me like that, not if he could help it... I just have to find a way to break the spell and then everything can go back to normal Rowan thought to himself.

He'd packed up as much supplies as he could carry, ready to journey for however long it took in order to find his husband.

Sorcery or not, nothing was going to stand in his way. Either he'd return home with Killian or he wouldn't come back home at all.

Rowan teared up as he looked around their home. It didn't really even feel like a home without Killian there with him. After all they'd been through together, Rowan refused to let some evil warlock stand in the way of his marriage.

With a shaky breath in, and one last look around the quiet empty house that had fallen silent since Killian's sudden disappearance, Rowan stepped out of the house, shutting the door behind him as he set out to find his lost husband.

First things first, he had to figure out where the warlock was hiding.

This shouldn't be too hard Rowan thought to himself. How many green flamed evil warlocks could there possibly be?

Apparently the answer was a lot.

Rowan started off by asking around town, trying to figure out if people had heard of the warlock that had taken his husband before. He couldn't remember much about the man, other than the fact that he had given his younger self a case of the heebie jeebies and had green fire-like magic.

One would've thought that with witches and wizards and warlocks having the ability to do literal magic, they would've picked a wider range of colors for their magic to appear in. But not only was green the most popular color, it also was the only lead Rowan had in regards to finding his husband. The warlock hadn’t exactly left a name after saving them from the raid on their village and leaving putting a curse on his husband. 

A pang of remorse shot through Rowan’s heart. He should’ve done something more to save him. He should’ve worked harder, done something to get Ian to stay, held onto him and never let go, found some way to undo the curse, something. Anything would’ve been better than letting him disappear.

But Rowan couldn’t focus on that now. Right now all he could do was focus on moving forward. The past was in the past and no matter how much it hurt, there was nothing he could do to undo it. The most important thing was that he tried to fix his mistakes from the past and pray that Killian would forgive him when he finally found him again.

After spending nearly an entire day walking around asking about warlocks with green magic, Rowan set out to the next town to try and find out if anyone there knew the answer. It was longer than he thought it would’ve been, he hadn’t realized how little he and Killian had actually travelled after getting married. They had liked the idea of settling down, maybe adopting a little girl in a year or so if they could...

Rowan sighed softly to himself. “I’ll get you back Ian... I don’t care how long it takes me, I’ll find you again.”

As the sun began to set, Rowan walked to the nearest inn to find a place to stay for the night. No matter how much he wanted to keep searching, he would be no good to Killian if he froze to death setting out on the cold roads at night. And he’d be even less help if he tried to push forward sleep deprived and hungry. 

After booking a room and setting down his belongings he headed down to the tavern at the base floor of the inn. He didn’t want anything to drink, neither him or Killian cared for it, but right now, Rowan just needed to be around people. The thought of being alone with his thoughts at the moment... It was just too much for him to handle.

He sat in one of the booths in the back, just watching the people go by and twisting the wedding ring on his finger. Somehow he had to find someone that knew the warlock. And then he’d be able to get his husband back.

~

Meanwhile, across the land, the matching ring was being twisted around another’s finger.

“It can’t stay on forever boy,” The warlock scowled as he glared at his mortal bodyguard. “The metal will interfere with the magic.”

“I still don’t see why it’s necessary for me to learn magic in the first place,” Killian shot back, continuing to twist the ring around his finger. “Wouldn’t that just make it easier for me to escape from here?”

The warlock laughed. “Like I would teach you anything useful enough to help you escape.”

Killian glared at the ground, twisting the ring around his finger a little faster, as if to remind himself that it was still actually there.

“Besides, you entered a magical contract when you shook my hand all those years ago child. And no matter how powerful you may get, there’s no way to break a magical contract. You swore to be my faithful bodyguard for the rest of your mortal life in exchange for helping you and your little boyfriend-”

“Husband,” Killian intergected, though the warlock just continued on like he hadn’t said anything at all.

“-out of that burning village.”

“That you were attacking.”

“I never said magical contracts were always fair, or that the circumstances under which they were formed was always perfect, just that there’s no way to break them,” The warlock smirked, and it took nearly all of Killian’s willpower not to step forward and punch him square across the jaw.

Not that it would actually do any damage to the warlock himself of course. There were safe guards against that. Any physical harm Killian tried to enact on the warlock would end up rebounding back on him, whether he tried to physically attack him or poison his food. Killian had had to learn that one the hard way.

“What does any of this have to do with me needing to learn magic?” Killian asked.

“You can’t be my bodyguard and not know how to protect me against magical attacks as well as physical ones. Otherwise you’d just be a little human flesh shield and you’d be dead after a few hits, and that’s really not fun for anyone involved.”

Killian glanced down at the ring on his finger once again. He had no idea where he was, or where Rowan was, if there was any hope of seeing him again, or even if Rowan would want to see him after all this. It was possible that Rowan would want nothing to do with him after all was said and done. After all, he was the one that had left him. Killian couldn’t blame him if Rowan had wanted to move on. To find a less cursed husband. He had said from the beginning that accepting the warlock’s deal was a bad idea and yet he had taken him up on it anyways.

The warlock scowled, impatient. “Look boy, either you can take the ring off now, or I can take it off for you, and since you can still learn counterspells with nine fingers, I’d suggest you take it off of your own violition that way you can keep all your fingers and that stupid metal band.”

Killian hesitated for a moment before slipping the ring off his finger and slipping it into his pocket. He felt as if he was betraying Rowan somehow, dishonoring his husband by taking off his wedding ring, especially under the circumstances. But he didn’t have much of a choice. It was either take the ring off or let the warlock take it from him forever, and at least this way he’d still be able to hang onto it.

“Alright fine then, teach me your countercurses or whatever, I’ll bite,” Killian said, his voice unwavering despite the way he felt inside.

The warlock smiled. “That wasn’t so hard now was it?” his hands lit up, green glowing orbs floating in each one. “Now it’s time for the real work to begin.”

Author's Note: Haha, okay, so funny story, I was writing this because of this one anon and as I got to this point I realized it was a pretty good stopping point and since people are actually still interested in this I figured I'd finish the story and then lo and behold I realized that I should probably break the story up a little more, so there WILL BE a part three which I will link HERE when I find it and potentially a part four depending on how part three goes. I promise it will eventually have a happy ending and I'll tag the same people I did for this part in part 3 as well as anyone that reblogs or comments on either part one or part 2 (unless you don't want me to, then I totally get it, just lmk I won't be offended) Anyways, thanks for reading this far and hopefully part 3 will come out soon!

[itsmeluvxx]

Katsuki wishes the mirror was malleable. Watching his reflection, perfect as it follows his movements like a puppet, he wishes he could crawl through the silver frame and make tweaks. He would first change his eyebrows by filling them with hair follicles to create that bushy look he has always wanted. Next, he would move to his nose, he doesn’t know how it could be improved but he knows it needs it, it’s way too dainty. Tweaking his jawline would be next on the list. By pushing and pulling he would make it stronger. His body needs too much work to even comment on. Puberty would be the natural remedy, except, he doesn’t have that puberty- instead, he will just get softer.

His reflection frowns and pokes at the fat on his chest. He isn’t binding right now and it proves to be a mistake because the longer he stares the farther his mind wanders. It’s deep in the woods that grow in the darkest parts of his brain, overgrown with weeds and mold. And, the mold just keeps talking, “No one will love you like that,” and he replies with little sanity, “You’re right, I’m hideous.”

He walks away from the mirror, done with the conversation, to flop onto his bed, the red comforter conforming to hug him. He pulls it up around him, ready to disappear in a pile where all that exists is his eyes peeking out, watching. His All Might poster stares back and it makes his eyes feel less puffy. It’s a stupid comfort. But, the poster was his prized possession, framed and hung like precious cargo, despite it being five dollars from Walmart. His parents gave it to him when he started his transition as a sort of “you can do it!” give and he can’t give it up. When he sees it all he can imagine are his parents’ happy tears and the long talk his dad gave him about being a man. His dad was so proud of him when he repeated back the rules, the first being “men don’t hit anything but baseballs.”

His phone lights up on the bed next to him, flashing his explosion home screen and a notification. His discomfort is immediately replaced by giddy adrenaline. No one texts him, his school turned its back on him when he decided to wear the boy’s uniform and cut his hair short, but, he does have one person.

He opens the DM with slightly shaky fingers and excited eyes.

AllM1ght: KACCHAN!!!!

LordExplosion: …Deku

Allm1ght: you would not guess what i got in the mail today

LordExplosion: youre right i wouldn’t

Katsuki watches as Deku types for thirty seconds and then restarts, his typing bubble flashing for at least two tedious minutes. Sometimes he could strangle the nerd, it’s not like he could warrant the time with good grammar. Which, he knows the other has because the idiot writes nerdy fanfiction (so does Katsuki but that’s beside the point.) Finally, the reply comes through and he’s shocked by the sight of an image of Deku, something they’ve never sent before. Granted, his face isn’t in it, it’s all neck down. In the background, there are piles of dirty clothes- gross- but most importantly, there’s a shirtless Deku on his phone.

AllM1ght: I GOR MY FIRST BINDER!!!

AllM1ght: IM LITERALY IN TEARSA

AllM1ght: thank you for the advice by the way, it really helped when i bought it

Holy shit. There’s a shirtless Deku on his phone. He really shouldn’t be blushing this hard, but who knew the nerd has abs-

AllM1ght: Kacchan?

God, he thought his small, innocent crush was gonna go away soon, but nope. No hope now. He was useless and gay and those were perfectly good abs. He looked good as fuck in a binder.

AllM1ght: did i make it weird

AllM1ght: i kinda thought i shouldnt have sent a photo

AllM1ght: sorry

AllM1ght: I didnt even ask if that would trigger your dysphoria or anything

Katsuki’s eyes are torn from the photo by Deku’s rapid texting, his eyes widening when he reads the flood of messages. His heart beats off, processing Deku’s panic over his lack of answers to the read messages. He feels horrible, Deku thinks he’s sent him into a dysphoric attack of some sort when in reality he had just been thirsty. Goddammit, Katsuki. He’s an idiot.

LordExplosion: hey shush

LordExplosion: i was just distracted

AllM1ght: you sure it was fine?

LordExplosion: yah it was fine deku

LordExplosion: no need to freak out like that

AllM1ght: sorry :3

LordExplosion: Tch

AllM1ght: AWW you love me <33333

Blushing at the message, he buries himself further into his bed and covers his head with the comforter so that all he can see is the light reflecting Deku’s messages. All he wants to focus on right now is the nerd. He makes him feel all… fuzzy. He doesn’t know what to call them, friends, mutuals,- something else.

They met around a year ago. Both of them used online communities to escape when they were rejected by their schools. Deku was running an All Might fanfiction blog, reblogging anything he thought was good and posting his own. He was surprisingly good, garnering a good amount of followers. Katsuki was running his own blog, although his was more personal than anything. He would casually post and reblog transgender posts, cat videos, and he would occasionally put his two cents in the All Might fandom. One of his posts went “viral,” a stupid comment that Nighteye and All Might were definitely divorced. Deku had found him through that post, them becoming mutuals after Deku followed him.

Katsuki had thought it was weird how much Deku had been interacting with his male to female posts as Deku had his pronouns listed as She/Her in his bio forever. But then, one day while they were showing off their comic collection, Deku confessed he thought he may be a boy. Katsuki told him what his parents told him, “You can do it!” and that’s how Deku got his nickname, he said he may use “Dekiru” as his new penname and Katsuki retorted he was more of a “Deku” than anything.

The nickname Kacchan came about in a way more embarrassing way that Katsuki was not willing to divulge.

Somewhere along the way of these texts, Katsuki had developed some sort of crush- ew- on the nerdy-ass boy.

LordExplosion: sure…

AllM1ght: you do! just admit it!

LordExplosion: no

AllM1ght: cmon i love you say it back

FuCK. Katsuki was bright red at this point. Was this flirting? This had to be flirting. The idiot said he loved him. Oh my god. Panic. Panic. Panic. This was what gay panic felt like.

LordExplosion: i love you :(

He was going to scream.

AllM1ght: im blushing

He made the nerd blush.

AllM1ght: hey kacchan

LordExplosiom: yah deku

Katsuki thought the typing bar would hover for a while, in the usual Deku manner in situations like this. And apparently in ab photo situation. God. Those were hot. But, instead, the reply was almost instantaneous.

AllM1ght: do you wanna be my boyfriend

Katuski choked on his spit. What does he say? He wants to, he really, really wants to say yes. He can imagine it, calling each other up and saying lovey-dovey things. Or, flying to each other and doing those super embarrassing first meetings at an airport that always end with someone being held in the other’s arms. He hopes he’ll be the latter, as it’s the less embarrassing option of the two. He wishes for it. All of it, everything that being a couple is.

AllM1ght: ive thought about it for a while. I think itll be really good i mean ive looked up to you for so long. And you always get what im going through and i hope its the same way for you and i dont know about you but i really wan to meet you and hold your hand and run my fingers through your hair

AllM1ght: i really really like you katsuki

Katsuki. Katsuki. Katsuki. He wishes he knew what Deku’s voice sounded like saying that, but for now he can just imagine.

LordExplosion: i really like you too Izuku

He really wants to scream now. That was probably the first time he had ever used Izuku’s chosen name and it was in a cringe confession. He’ll bury himself.

AllM1ght: <333333333333333333333333

AllM1ght: WERE BOYFRIENDS

AllM1ght: MY BOYFRIEND IS KACCHAN

LordExplosion: WELL MY BOYFRIEND IS DEKU

LordExplosion: HELL YAH FUCKER

He thinks back to the thoughts before when he stared at his body and thought no one would ever love him. God, how wrong was he?

[lucidmagic]

Full sized, adult, human angie who’s donna’s room mate and sits on the couch and stares at donna and the reader and cackles in the background while typing fanfiction about the two on her laptop

Angie, who barely touches 5 feet tall and makes it everyone's problem and has vitiligo because I said so, has been Donna's best friend and constant source of loving annoyance nearly all of their lives and so it wasn't a surprise that they would move in together when they head off to college. Angie is a theater major as her animated personality helps her a lot in that regard. Donna is a dual fine arts/art history major and chemistry major, which she wants to be an art/artifact conservator/restorer with an emphasis on building, maintaining, and conserving dolls/puppets obviously. And that's how Donna meets the reader, a dual botany and environmental sciences major, in one of their overlapping required chemistry classes.

And of course, they are so obliviously crushing on the other that it's nearly visible from space and Angie totally teases Donna relentlessly for it. One because it's Angie and she wouldn't be her if she didn't, and two because Donna never really showed romantic interest in anyone before and it's both shocking and refreshing to see the woman blush from a compliment from the Reader.

So during one of the times the Reader comes over to study with Donna for their huge chemistry exam, and of course this turns into not so veiled awkward flirting, Angie takes things into her own hands and starts a fanfiction about them in her spare time. It's hilarious, cute, a bit cringe, and overall just gay. Angie reads out loud some sections to Donna in private to be an extra little shit and Donna of course short-circuits when some scenes get steamier and steamier.

If the Reader notices Donna's red face, they write it off as Donna's shyness and social awkwardness. Plus it's adorable when her cheeks dust with pink so the Reader can't complain.

Angie cackles the whole time.