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theerurishipper · 9 months ago

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Twitter AU Masterpost

I decided to compile a list of my Twitter posts, and just put in a little summary of what goes on in each so anyone who wants to can find whichever one they want.

Now also on AO3:

Part 1

Damian bullies Bruce and Dick messes with him, Bruce simps for Superman on main and Clark and Damian take on a hater in the replies, Jason wants to be verified and his siblings bully him a little.

Part 2

A fan of Nightwing's gets a picture of him and Robin and Red Robin battle it out in the replies while Flash stirs up shit, Donna posts a picture of Dick and the Fab Five take on a hater, Damian texts Dick about his profile picture, a lucky Gothamite snaps not one but two pictures of Batblob.

Part 3

Nightwing posts a picture and the people of Bludhaven take the time to appreciate him, Red Robin reminisces about kicking Red Hood and Red Hood gets bullied some more, Batman posts a picture of baby Robin!Dick and everyone coos over it, Riddler questions how Batman got his Twitter handle.

Part 4

A warning is issued for Gotham vigilantes about Batman and Catwoman getting busy and Nightwing's trauma about this is addressed, the debate over Batman's sex life is put to rest, Talia issues a clarification and sets the record straight, Gotham discusses Bruce's emo era.

Part 5

Lex hateposts about superheroes and Bruce annihilates him in the replies, there's an investigation into the matter of Luthor's handle, a mysterious troll makes an appearance, Dick questions Clark, Bruce reveals his and Clark's shenanigans from Dick's Robin days, and a hater is given even more power.

Part 6

Lex is salty and Lois and Clark tear him apart, Superman posts a picture and is accused of plagiarism, Nightwing starts a trend, Babs takes issue with her overuse of coffee being questioned.

Part 7

Oracle and Red Hood reveal the story of why Joker is banned from Twitter, the people of Gotham reminisce about an old tradition, Bruce gets roasted by Alfred, Damian has a wholesome interaction.

Part 8

Damian bonds with Dick and gets trolled by Steph, Spoiler finally creates an account, Spoiler poses a question to the people of Gotham, Batman is bullied by his kids and a billionaire.

Part 9

Spoiler gets a present, mistakes have consequences, Red Robin questions Nightwing's decisions, a resident of North Dakota has a life changing experience.

Part 10

Some well-meaning Gothamites stand up for Red Hood and Oracle gives a history lesson, an old face makes a less than triumphant return, the fab five have some fun, a relatable photo of Batman reveals something more and a new player enters the picture.

Part 11

Harley Quinn beats up Joker, Flash is disgusted by Nightwing, Batman's hypocrisy is revealed, Superman has some fun at Batman's expense.

Part 12

Black Canary fondly remembers a better time, Green Arrow confronts Batman, Green Arrow issues an apology, Oliver schemes and plots, a well-kept secret is finally revealed.

Part 13

Arsenal reveals a personal secret, the people discuss some new revelations, the fab five weigh in on Arsenal's problems, Nightwing takes a stand.

Part 14

The Gotham villains share some opinions, Two-Face and Riddler have an argument, Flash finally picks a side, Green Arrow evades responsibility.

Part 15

Some observers share some hot takes, the Superfam witnesses a breakdown, Lois asks Bruce for help, Dick puts an end to the ongoing feud, everyone starts to move on.

Part 16

Deathstroke shares a story of a failed assassination, someone loses their Twitter privileges, the Court of Owls tries to recruit Nightwing, Talon gets more than he bargained for, some very recent history repeats itself.

Part 17

Bruce is a meme, The League has some concerns about their monthly budget, Nightwing's personality confuses everyone who knows him.

Part 18

Bruce's mistakes reveal his most defining character trait, an early present for Superman causes chaos in the present, Superman's reactions to the goings on lead to some pleasant destructive results, Bruce's inability to understand memes is discussed

Part 19

Red Hood shares an embarrassing opinion, Red Robin starts an argument, Superman wins massively, the superhero community can agree on one thing.

Part 20

The villains discuss their least favorite Robin, Nightwing defends his pettiness, Red Hood endures some misplaced blame, Tim explains his masterful plan, Jason finally gets a win.

Part 21

The Court of Owls is humbled, Nightwing's friends face a problem, a culprit is found responsible, Arsenal gets in hot water.

Part 22

One of Bruce's childhood obsessions is revealed, Riddler tries to call out Batman and runs his mouth online, Riddler issues an apology, the Wayne kids' comments about Bruce eccentric habits reveals their own inadequacies.

Part 23

A tweet is posted by a concerning individual, the heroes find a surprising ally, Superman is the victim of a prank, Superman fires back.

#DC #DC Comics #Dick Grayson #Bruce Wayne #Clark Kent #Jason Todd #Damian Wayne #Tim Drake #Barbara Gordon #Cassandra Cain #Batman #Superman #Lois Lane #Nightwing #Wally West #Alfred Pennyworth #Wayne Family Adventures #Red Hood #Robin

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libraryofgage · 1 year ago

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Addams Family B-Side Four

Part of: Steve Deserves Good Parents, Actually

Debbie and Fester Addams One | Two | Three | Four (you’re here!) Rick and Evelyn O'Connell One | Two Harley Quinn One 10th Doctor and Rose One | Two (on the way!) Scooby Gang (there are plans for this one lmao, so plz be patient with me orz) Jedidiah and Octavius (from Night at the Museum) One

Here it is boys!

Actually, this part was line-jumped on Ko-Fi, which means y'all got it sooner than I originally planned lol

If you want to line jump your favorite series, you can learn more here

Anyway, we have more developments in this chapter! I hope you enjoy them 👀

A meme is at the end for your entertainment too!

As always, if you see any typos, no you didn't ;)

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Eddie has plans for the walk to Steve's house. He's going to compliment the bats on Steve's cropped hoodie. He's going to ask if Steve is aware he's allergic to raspberries. He's going to gently broach the subject of how Steve knows Pubert Addams.

And then, in a moment of cosmic injustice, Pubert fucking Addams is waiting with Steve at the end of the day. Eddie slows some when he sees them, his gaze lingering on Pubert as Steve offers him a thermos to drink from. He passes it back, and Steve looks like he's going to take a sip as well when Eddie calls out, "Stevie!"

Something gratifying and warm floods through him when Steve stops and looks his way. A smile tugs at his lips as Eddie hurries over, relieved to see the thermos being capped and put away. "Hope you didn't wait too long on me," Eddie says.

"We did," Pubert replies, grabbing Steve's hand and dragging him away.

Eddie frowns and catches up. "Why are you here?" he asks.

"Pubert and I walk together," Steve says, easily slipping his hand from Pubert's grip and moving to walk closer to Eddie. Their shoulders brush, Eddie gets another whiff of that cookies and cream scent, and Pubert glares. It's perfect. "Because we live next door to each other."

Eddie blinks, frowning slightly. Before he can say anything, Pubert smirks. "That's right," he says, pulling a cigar from his pocket. "We've known each other all our lives."

He strikes a match against his palm and lights the cigar, passing the match to Steve. When he takes it, Steve just lets the flame burn. Eddie watches as it gets dangerously close to Steve's fingertips, and without thinking, he licks his thumb and forefinger and pinches the flame to put it out.

Steve glances at him, a smile tugging at his lips. "Our parents are r--"

"Rather close," Pubert says, cutting Steve off and making Eddie's eye twitch at how rude it was. "In fact, Steve's parents specially requested I look after him at school."

"Oh," Eddie says, "you're the babysitter."

Pubert blinks and then frowns, looking upset that Eddie isn't more visibly jealous. That's good. That means Eddie is managing to hide his seething anger and envy well.

"So," Eddie says, deciding to steer the conversation away from Pubert. If he does it right, he can even ice him out entirely. "Why'd you transfer here, Stevie?"

"I caused irreparable emotional, psychological, and physical damage to students at my old school," Steve replies, finally passing the burnt match back to Pubert. He smiles lightly and adds, "That's what the police report says, anyway."

Eddie hums softly. "And, uh, why did you do that?"

"They wouldn't go to a museum with me."

"Sounds like they were just dumb, then."

That earns him a bright smile as Steve and Pubert stop outside a two-story home with fountains and cherub statues and an immaculate green lawn. It's surrounded by a white picket fence, the kind Eddie thought only existed in movies and 1950s nuclear family propaganda. Next to this house is a Gothic manor, for lack of a better description. It's dark, jagged, and seems to have clouds hanging over its rusted wrought iron fence.

"This is us," Steve says, gesturing to the Barbie Dreamhouse. "I'll see you tomorrow, Pubert."

With that, Steve grabs Eddie's hand and quickly pulls him through the fence's gate like they can't get inside fast enough. By the time Eddie has blinked, a large door is shutting behind him and he's standing in a foyer. "I'm home!" Steve calls, pulling off his shoes and gesturing for Eddie to do the same.

As he's wobbling to stay balanced while tugging one of his boots off, footsteps echo from the kitchen and a man's voice replies, "Welcome home, Steve!"

Eddie gets his first boot off and looks up as the owner of the voice steps into the foyer. The only thing that keeps him from dropping his shoe at the sight of the man is the unwavering desire to make a good impression on Steve and his parents.

"Father," Steve says, waving the man closer. "This is Eddie. We're going to be working on a project together. Eddie, this is my father, Fester."

Eddie sets his boot down and nods, taking the hand Fester offers. His skin is cold and clammy, probably corpse-like if Eddie had to guess, but he shakes with enthusiasm. Literally. The man's body is practically buzzing. "Great to finally meet you! Welcome to our home. Please make yourself comfortable. We'd love to have you for dinner."

"I thought we were having pot roast," Steve says.

"The oven is big enough for both."

It's a normal enough greeting and joking exchange that Eddie relaxes. He can see some of Steve's energy in Fester, the same wild glint in his eyes, and a similarly overwhelming gaze. Though, it puts him a little on edge when it's coming from Fester. Still. The same.

"Thanks. I, uh, I'll have to check about dinner, I guess, but I'll let you know." Fester drops his hand as he speaks, and Eddie hurries to take off his other boot.

"Of course," Fester says, nodding once. "You two go work. Just scream if you need anything."

"We will," Steve replies, waving for Eddie to follow him up a grand staircase. Literally. Eddie can't think of any other way to describe the marble steps with a polished railing and gilded edges. The whole thing looks like someone from HGTV should be waltzing through a doorway to describe the exact shade of paint they used.

He takes as much of it in as he can, eyes wide as Steve leads him to a balcony that overlooks the foyer. There are only two doors here, both of them across from each other, and Steve leads him to the one on the right. It's painted a soft yellow that reminds Eddie of ducklings.

"Oh," Eddie says, his voice soft and his eyes wide as he realizes just how rich Steve's family is.

The room is practically the size of Eddie's home and sectioned off into different areas. Against the back wall is a dramatic four-poster king-sized bed with one of those gauzy curtains hanging from the ceiling above it. The wall behind it is covered with flowering vines that crawl up and reach outward from behind the bed. A tiny three-step staircase to the left of it leads to what Eddie assumes is the bathroom, considering the edge of a sink that he can see through the crack in the door. To the right is a doorway that leads to a balcony, and Eddie can see a small set of porch furniture through the glass.

To Eddie's immediate left is a whole corner dedicated to a grand piano. Not a mini one, but a full-sized grand piano and its bench. A bookcase pushed against the wall next to it is filled with books of sheet music. To his immediate right is a large work table. Papers are scattered across it, and Eddie wouldn't think anything was wrong if not for the wall of weaponry directly above it. Swords, maces, a few tasers, two spears, and one trident, among others, are carefully arranged on hooks and display pins.

Suddenly, Eddie thinks about that mace Steve pulled out when they first met. He'd told himself that Steve couldn't possibly have been serious about using it, but now he's starting to second guess that assumption.

"Where do you work best?" Steve asks, pulling Eddie from his thoughts about the weaponry wall.

"Oh, uh, on the floor," he says.

Steve smiles and leads Eddie over to the glass balcony doors, sitting directly in a ray of sunshine that makes his hair glow and creates a halo effect. Eddie nervously wipes his palms on his jeans before sitting across from Steve, marveling at how plush the carpet is.

"What did you think of my idea in class?" Steve asks, glancing at Eddie before pulling notebooks and pens out of his bag.

It takes a few seconds for Eddie's brain to catch up. "I like it," he says, hesitating for a moment before asking, "Do you actually find it interesting, though? I mean...you don't really..."

"Look like I know anything about heavy metal?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I think the genre is given a little too much credit for converting people to Satanism. I mean, it's just discounting the work put in by others, you know? As a genre, though, it's pretty revolutionary, right? Like, it was doing and saying stuff nobody had heard before when it first made an appearance."

The more Eddie listens, the more excited he gets. Not only is Steve gorgeous and wild and unpredictable, he also knows a little about heavy metal and doesn't just write it off as unintelligible noise.

"How much of a history lesson are you prepared for, big boy?" Eddie asks, unable to help his grin as he leans forward.

Steve imitates his lean, his own smile a little softer. Eddie misses the way it becomes just a tiny bit smug when he glances down to see Steve's top hanging forward enough to see his chest. He's just about to do something incredibly stupid when Steve says, "As much as you're willing to give me."

Eddie blinks and looks back up, searching Steve's eyes for a few seconds. He doesn't seem sarcastic. In fact, he seems happy to listen to Eddie describe the genre, which only makes his already monumental crush grow three sizes.

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Eddie's heavy metal history lesson takes the better part of an hour to get through, and Steve spends the entire time slowly inching his way closer. He crosses the space between them as Eddie describes foundational bands and concept albums and the branching off of heavy metal from the rock 'n' roll genre tree.

By the time Eddie starts to lose steam, his eyes still bright and his face red from barely breathing the entire time, their knees are pressed together, Steve is happily leaning closer to occupy more of his space, and Eddie's hand had gravitated to Steve's calf without permission.

Steve smiles, happily filing away for later the bands Eddie mentioned and the albums he particularly liked. "So," he says, his voice soft but easily getting Eddie's attention, "sounds like we know everything for our presentation."

"You got the perfect partner for this project, sweetheart."

His grin widens, and Steve hums softly, leaning a little closer. This seems like a perfect chance to put one of his mother's lessons into action: ambiguously hint at more but don't follow through. "I'm not doing much work, though," he says, placing his hand on Eddie's knee.

Eddie squirms slightly, glancing down at Steve's hand before looking back up, a blush crawling along his cheeks and reaching for his ears. "You can, uh, design it. Yeah. Design the presentation."

"Is that really all I could do?"

Steve can see the moment Eddie registers his meaning, his eyes widening and the blush officially spreading to his ears and down his neck. He opens his mouth, glances away, and seems to blurt out the first thing he can think of to change the subject. "So, uh, w-what's with the weapons?"

"Doesn't everyone have a weapons wall?"

"Yeah, no. Uh, that might just be you, Stevie."

Steve tilts his head, humming softly as he glances at his weapons. "They're weapons I've won fights with," he says, looking back at Eddie with a bright smile. "I'm the best fighter in the family."

"Oh. Cool. And, who were you...fighting?"

"My cousins. Wednesday is the best opponent. She fights dirty. Pugsley isn't much of a fighter, really. What is much faster than me, but they always trip over their hair. I haven't won against Uncle Gomez just yet, but he has years of practice on me. Aunt Tish says it's just a matter of time, anyway. The trident, though, that was a bar mitzvah gift."

"You're Jewish?"

"On my mother's side."

"Oh," Eddie says, glancing at the wall again. His eyes linger on the trident for a moment before he asks, "And what about your dad's side?"

"I'm an Addams."

"An....Addams?"

Steve knows he's just killed Pubert's fun, but he doesn't care. He wants to see what Eddie looks like when he's angry. He wants to see what Eddie looks like when he's angry for and about Steve. "Fester Addams," he says, "Harrington is just a name of a family friend on my mom's side. She thought it sounded nicer."

Eddie's brain is visibly chugging along, turning this information over until his eyes spark with anger and frustration, his hand on Steve's calf tightening without him realizing. "And Pubert?" he asks, his voice low and more of a growl than anything else.

It sends an excited shiver down Steve's spine, and he suddenly knows Eddie can be mean and vicious and merciless if Steve only nurtured those tendencies with very positive reinforcement. "Pubert's great with explosives, but he's not good at close range fights. He doesn't even protect his kidneys. They're so easy to stab," Steve replies.

"Well, if it's that easy," Eddie mutters.

His words send a thrill down Steve's spine, and he can't help leaning into his space. He places his hands on Eddie's thighs for balance, far above the knee, and only stops when their noses are almost brushing. "I could hold him down for you," he offers, hearing Eddie gulp at their proximity.

"I, uh, might take you up on that," Eddie whispers, glancing down at Steve's mouth and staring at it.

Steve waits a few seconds, but Eddie doesn't do anything more. He internally sighs, lamenting the lack of initiative but happy that he gets to keep teasing, and leans back. "Well, just let me know," he says, his voice light as he shifts out of Eddie's reach.

He picks up his notebook, flipping it open to a blank page, and looks up. Eddie is staring at him like he's just seen Heaven only for the gates to close on him. He looks desperate but confused, and Steve decides it's a very cute look on him. "So, do you want to hear my ideas for the presentation?" he asks, flashing an innocent smile that pulls Eddie back to the present.

"Yeah. Sure. Explain away," Eddie says, his voice a little strained. Pride swells in Steve's chest at having caused the strain, and he pretends not to notice Eddie's attempts to subtly inch closer as he outlines design ideas.

When Eddie is finally close enough for their shoulders to touch, Steve rewards his initiative by leaning against him.

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Tag List (there's no more room on the list, so please follow the addams family b-side tag to see updates!)

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And now, two more memes because they're both funny

#steddie #steddie fic #addams family b side #addams steve harrington #steve harrington #eddie munson #pubert addams #fester addams #addams family crossover #my writing

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pinkpastels113 · 5 months ago

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intro post

okay so i realized that i've never done one of these and i kinda want to!! esp for the new people following me and my side account @caitlynspistol, which i plan on keeping even if my fandoms and otp brain rots change

name: wenz (pronounced as when-zzz, or if you're anne, whence is fine too LMAO). it's not my real name but that's what i'm comfortable with on here!

pronouns: she/her.

nicknames: i respond to girl, girlie, dude, or any cute pet names hehe

age: 22

personality type: enfj (protagonist mbti personality). i also relate to harley quinn, lexie grey, annabeth chase, red of hearts, and chloe beale (besides the barging into other people's shower part). more of a golden retriever than a black cat, esp at work and around people i like and can be myself with, but can be a standoffish opinionated moody lil binch if im pissed or annoyed lmao

lgbtq?: yes. i think im labeling myself as bi but leaning towards wlw

country: usa (even tho i be so tired of it sometimes 💀)

comfort fandom: pitch perfect and bechloe! it's the fandom that i originally joined tumblr and got an ao3 account for, and the pairing that i feel the most comfortable and natural writing for

type of content creator: i'm more of a writer than an artist but i'm trying to explore more of my artsy side. i've loved drawing since i was 5. it's just difficult sometimes to motivate myself and practice my art when everyone else is so much better HAHA

i prefer to write drabbles and one-shots more than multi-chapter fics bc my attention span and motivation just. won't let me. but if enough people encourage me and ask for them-!! i also like to write aus? and fluff? and meet-cutes i think :)

current obsession/brain rots: glassheart from descendants the rise of red but im scared that caitvi will take over this spot when the new arcane season releases lmao

others: wenclair from wednesday, chaggie from hazbin hotel, harlivy from dc but mostly the tv show, damie from the haunting of bly manor, percabeth from percy jackson

guilty pleasures: nikkenzie (dork diaries), miraculous ladybug (ADFSJHDSLK MY SISTER GOT ME INTO THIS DON'T COME FOR ME-), sunset shimmer x twilight sparkle

comfort/fav shows: grey's anatomy and friends

comfort/fav movies: tangled, mulan, mean girls, just chick flicks in general ig, the pp franchise

music: i'm a swiftie so pop :) not the ones that are too techno but like soft? but also catchy. i also like throwback 2010s music bc those SLAP

hobbies besides being a part of the fandom: i like to play card games, read/discover contemporary romance books, paint, text or hang out with my friends, do puzzles, be a couch potato, play wild rift (league of legends on mobile), watch asmr videos on tiktok, and just explore the city ig

special tags?: "wenz can talk" for my posts that i just yap in, "w writes" for my writing, "w sketches" for my art

anything else to share: i love getting asks! like from ask meme games or just getting to know you questions, nothing too personal tho! i also welcome any kind of interaction that gets me to talk about my fandoms/brain rots/ships. pls don't be shy lmao: you can interact through tags in a reblog or through an anon ask if you don't know how ima react. worse case scenario i just won't reply? but i'm not gonna judge or bash on you or anything unless you come for me first 😭

#bechloe #pitch perfect #wenz can talk #intro post #glassheart #charminghearts #wenclair #caitvi #chaggie #percabeth

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penelope-kat · 1 year ago

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My friend created an art prompt called "Stealing Your Drip" a while back, here are various ones I did with my fursona Penelope (posting more for myself in case something happens to the original files again):

Outfits in order: - Harley Quinn (from The Harley Quinn Show on HBO Max) - The Onceler (from The Lorax (2012), specifically his shithead capitalist outfit because it unironically rocks) - Two frog-themed outfits I saw in memes - Steven Universe (from Steven Universe: The Movie) - Simon Petrikov (from Adventure Time) - Princess Bubblegum (from Adventure Time, specifically her lab outfit from season 5 episode 21 "The Suitor") - Margo (from Hands Up by Joel G on YouTube, specifically her outfit from "Rhythm And Ambush") - Patrick Bateman (from American Psycho) - Crazy Crab (old mascot for the San Fransisco Giants baseball team (I adore him <3))

Later I did it again:

Outfits in order: - Gluntz (from Green Eggs And Ham on Netflix) - Funny outfit that Dan Howell on YouTube wore one time - Pearl (from Steven Universe, specifically her second and longest-running form) - Yesss (from Wreck It Ralph 2, a movie I do not care for, but Yesss' first outfit slays so hard that I couldn't NOT draw it) - Magic Betty (from Adventure Time, specifically the outfit she's most associated with) - Marceline The Vampire Queen (from Adventure Time, specifically her outfit from season 3 episode 10 "What Was Missing")

Third time:

Hands Up by Joel G on YouTube is a very enjoyable webseries, and I LOVE these outfits that Margo and Ula wore, so I drew my fursona in them too. I believe I posted the first one a while back on this blog, but that's alright; it's part of this prompt!

The most recent one:

The outfit came from a funny meme featuring a very well-dressed person with someone saying "some outfits gotta stay in the closet bro" and then a reply that was like "he's out here Wonkamaxxing and you want to put him in what, a snapback and hoodie? awful people". I, for one, admire the Wonkamaxxing.

That's it.

#Penelope Kat #fursona #furry #furry art #anthro #long post #steal your drip #stealing your drip #outfits #art #original art

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dcntlook · 6 months ago

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Helloooo there and welcome to my Eric Draven roleplay blog. I am Penny 21+ My pronouns are she/her but they/them are okay also.

Because of the mature themes that will be portrayed on this blog absolutely no one under 21 will be admitted. If I find out you are lying to me about your age you will be blocked. No exceptions.

Let's get this right out of the way. I do not condone the new reboot. At All. I won't reblogging anything from the film I won't rp with any blogs or characters created from the film this is strictly Brandon Lee's vision. Okay we good? Gooooood.

I am not mutuals only. Anyone is welcome to follow and send in memes and respond to my opens. I am just selective about who I follow and write with. If I follow you, like the starter. If I am not following you please do not like my starter calls they are reserved for mutuals only. I am very iffy about personals following if you do happen to follow, please do not reblog my asks or threads. If this becomes a problem I will be blocking you.

I am not going to reblog extreme gore, it messes with the aesthetic and starts to look like a snuff blog, but I will reblog knives, guns and objects burning for aesthetic purposes. Maybe some blood. I will tag them appropriately if this becomes a problem. I will not tag traditional clowns. But I will also not reblog them. I will only be reblogging Eric Draven aesthetic gifs and pictures.

I will not write r*pe, in*est, pe*ophilia, r#cism and other nasty subjects. But I will write bloody violence, extreme gore, past abusive subject matter and explosions. They will be tagged with trigger warnings. If you feel a subject/plot is too heavy please speak to me about it and we will do something else or pull it in another direction. I don't want to water him down because I like to stay true to the character but I understand if some people might be uncomfortable with extreme subject matter. However, If you are sensitive to these elements this is probably not the right blog for you.

I know r*pe is part of Eric Draven's canon (you can google to find out why) but I am not comfortable writing about it or even referring to it in his storyline. I will be steering clear of s*xual abuse and r*pe in all threads. If someone insists on bringing it up you will be blocked. Final word.

I will probably be steering away from smut also but fade to black is fine.

Please Do not lift any headcanons or writing ideas from this blog. I will find out.

My icons are from fanpop and My theme and all other graphics and icons are from @butscrewmefirst. I do not use large gifs. I use icons for threads. Please take note that large gifs weigh my computer down and bog the memory. I don't have the money to buy a decent computer and this rule will probably never change anyways.

I don't "roleplay" in the ask box. If you want to continue a thread from an ask please make a separate post and @ me in the post. Thank you.

I don’t appreciate if you only leave your own reply in our thread because when I do drafts I need to reread what my character replied to yours to keep the plot consistent and coherent.

I have other blogs besides this one. I have Harley Quinn, The Joker and also Sheldon Cooper from Big Bang Theory. Sheldon Cooper takes up most of my time, energy, and focus. So please be patient for replies.

If I think of any other rules I will update this occasionally.

If you have any other questions just ask me. Tumblr IMs are available always.

#(do not interact.)

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findyourrp · 9 months ago

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Hello, I'm Kat, I'm 30. Discord only writer.

This is going to be a major shot in the dark, but I have WANTS lol

Looking for long term writing partners 22+ ( under 22 please DNI ), semi lazy literate ( can write multiple paras, sometimes only one is needed ), friendly ooc ( I like talking with the people I write with ), frequent replies ( but understanding on ALL sides that life is busy or shitty and we don't always have to oomph), hyped for character and world building. Be excited! I love gushing about our ships and plot, making pinterest boards, sharing songs and memes, etc. ( I like to be friends ooc as well! )

Dark themes are a guarantee, nsfw themes are as well. ( + heavy sexual/romantic themes but roleplay must have storyline, details + dialogue ) 🖤 🕊️

My main focus right now is RARE PAIRS. I like to have a server with multiple ships/threads going on. Use of the Tupperbot to keep things organized. Writing side characters within threads.

SHIPS I'M LOOKING FOR ( bold is the muse I'm looking for, if neither is I could write either )

Hemlock Grove — Letha Godfrey x Roman Godfrey ( iykyk )

Scooby Doo — Shaggy Rogers x Daphne Blake

Avatar the Last Airbender — Azula x Sokka / Zuko & Mai

Charmed ( next gen ) — PJ Halliwell x A Demon

Winx ( fate saga ) — Beatrix x Riven

DC — Jason Todd x Harley Quinn

Greek Mytho — Aphrodite x Ares / Persephone x Hades

The 100 — John Murphy x Octavia Blake

Some of these come with plot ideas, some do not! ~ I’m also down to do some oc x cc things if the pairing/plot is right! I have an extensive list of canon and oc muses.

If interested please send me a DM here and we can see if we're a good fit before moving to Discord!

#18+ rp #rp finder #fandom rp #fandom roleplay

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sheldoney · 11 months ago

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KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER.

REPOST DO NOT REBLOG !! NAME: Penny

PRONOUNS : she/her but they/them is okay also

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION : Lately it has been discord but I don't mind talking over tumblr ims

NAME OF MUSE(s) : sheldon cooper, the joker (tdk version) harley quinn (mix of movies and comics) john wick (but I haven't done anything with him yet)

BEST EXPERIENCE : I love how everyone is welcoming of Sheldon because I know some people don't really like him that much from what I have observed in fandom so It makes me feel tremendous everyone is receiving of him on tumblr rp.

RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS : I don't have many

MUSE PREFERENCES: I seem to have muses that have touching issues. Except Harley.

PLOTS OR MEMES : I prefer when people @ me in something or send me memes. I don't mind plotting though either.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES : I like about two to three paragraphs. Sometimes I can write longer depending on how much coffee I have had or how high the muse is.

BEST TIME TO WRITE : Early morning and sometimes late at night.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S) : I think I identify more with Sheldon if anything. We are both on the spectrum and I hate change.

tagged by: @americanedpsycho

tagging: @qu-tipie, @smolcuriouskitten, @clairelilcorner, @danversiism, @darehearts, @thccat, @hollowvictory, @loath3d

and whoever wants to do this!

#(penny speaks.)

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taleswritteninterest · 2 years ago

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Please like or reply if you are interested in interacting with Harley Quinn from the DCU universe. This means I can spam you with memes and tag you in starters using her. Likewise, you are free to do the same.

#harley interest call #interaction call: dcu

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whyscserious · 2 years ago

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PRIVATE AND SELECTIVE WITH LOW ACTIVITY NOLANVERSE JOKER

affiliates: @qu-tipie @dcmoniism @tootyfuckingfruity MEMES | PROMO | HEADCANONS WORLD WITHOUT RULES

Helloooo there and welcome to my Nolanverse Joker blog. I am Penny 21+ My pronouns are she/her but they/them are okay also.

Because of the mature themes that will be portrayed on this blog absolutely no one under 21 will be admitted. If I find out you are lying to me about your age you will be blocked. No exceptions.

I am not mutuals only. Anyone is welcome to follow and send in memes and respond to my opens. I am just selective about who I follow and write with. I am very iffy about personals following if you do happen to follow, please do not reblog my asks or threads. If this becomes a problem I will be blocking you.

Harleys Tread with caution and please refrain from calling him Puddin. Unless speaking to me about it beforehand. I will tag abuse and other nasty elements.

I will not write r*pe, in*est, pe*ophilia, r#cism and other nasty subjects. But I will write bloody violence, extreme gore, abusive subject matter and explosions. They will be tagged with trigger warnings. If you feel a subject/plot is too heavy please speak to me about it and we will do something else or pull it in another direction. I don't want to water him down because I like to stay true to the character but I understand if some people might be uncomfortable with extreme subject matter. However, If you are sensitive to these elements this is probably not the right blog for you.

Smut? Maybe I will write some not safe for work but it won't be cuddly or romantic. I also prefer to have a good relationship with the mun. Also: don't expect him to be your snuggly bunny. Not even with Harley Quinn. Warning: It's probably gonna be bizarre, unromantic and probably kinky. I have a separate blog for spicy interactions. Please let me know if you would like the url. I reserve that only for Joker "ships." AND YOU MUST BE OVER 21+ TO INTERACT OR FOLLOW.

My Joker is a mix of media I have incorporated from fanfiction, fanvideos and the movie The Dark Knight along with some unsaid headcanons I threw in to make him stand out amongst other portrayals. I also take inspiration from the bands NIN, Korn, and Slipknot. I feel they are the most Jokercoded.

Please Do not lift any headcanons or writing ideas from this blog. I will find out.

My gifs/icons are from fanpop, insanejournal, and my good friend chaoticjoke My theme and all other graphics and icons are from @butscrewmefirst. I use gif icons for my dash responses ooc and I use my icons for threads. I will use one or two depending on the length of the thread. I do have icons of Heath Ledger from the film Candy and Ten Things and Two Hands for youth verse and arkham threads. If this is uncomfortable for you, since Heath has passed away, please let me know and I will not use them in our threads. I will work around it.

I don't "roleplay" in the ask box. If you want to continue a thread from an ask please make a separate post and @ me in the post. Thank you.

I don’t appreciate if you only leave your own reply in our thread because when I do drafts I need to reread what my character replied to yours to keep the plot consistent and coherent.

I have other blogs besides this one. This blog is medium activity since my Joker muse is quite scarce and I have other blogs. I have Harley Quinn and also Sheldon Cooper from Big Bang Theory. Sheldon Cooper takes up most of my time, energy, and focus. So please be patient for replies. I try to get on here at night or on the weekends.

MUN IS NOT THE MUSE. I HAVE NO CREEPY WEIRD FETISHY OBSESSION WITH THE JOKER. I AM VERY FRIENDLY I PROMISE NOT TO SOUND LIKE A HARD ASS. I GOOGLE EVERYTHING. JOKER IS A VILLAIN. I UNDERSTAND THAT. I TREAT HIM AS SO I AM NOT TRYING TO REDEEM HIM.

Do not ask for verses for redemption because they will be ignored. Please do not try to change his characterization. He is a villain and unstable. That is not the canon I have envisioned for this portrayal. Thank you.

If you have any other questions just ask me. Tumblr IMs are available always.

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taleswrittenchecker · 1 year ago

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#interest call: movie

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siiinfully · 4 months ago

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3C Azrael/Harley from @thehavsofblvck

“Mmmm…yes, baby, stuff that ass,” she groaned, reaching over to rake her nails down his stomach. Harley felt a surge of satisfaction when she ended up leaving marks on his skin. With the number of women who thought it was okay to try and get close to her Az, she started leaving at least one love bite on his skin, preferably on a spot that people could see. He wouldn’t mind doing the same to her – her ass was probably so red by now that she wouldn’t be able to sit for a few days – so she didn’t see why she couldn’t do the same.

#harley quinn ( meme reply )#thehavsofblvck

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abyssal-ali · 2 years ago

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Marinette "Valkyrie" Wayne

Masterlist Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 ao3 link (completed) Valkyrie’s suit

Pairing: Marijon

Rating: G

WC: 1.3k

Jason was strictly confined to the couch the next day. Just when he was getting bored with spamming various family members with memes and Bat conspiracy articles/headlines, Marinette entered the living room with the book he was reading.

“How’d you know I wanted to read David Copperfield ?”

“I didn’t? It was on your bed, so I figured you were rereading it.”

“Oh. Thanks.”

“No problem.”

Mari and Steph were sitting in silence in the den on their phones. Suddenly Mari straightened. “Jon is going to be here in a second.”

“How do you know?”

“Uh, he called.”

“I didn't hear that.” Steph munched on a waffle suspiciously.

“It was earlier.”

“Oh, have fun.”

“Thanks.”

Her phone buzzed with a text.

Bruce: Can you come to my office, please?Mari: omw

She knocked and peered in. "Yes?”

“Come in. Your papers were delivered today. You are now officially a Wayne, Marinette. Do you want to keep Dupain-Cheng, or switch to Wayne? I’m not offended if you keep it. Dick kept his and the others added hyphens. I suppose you could, too, but Dupain-Cheng-Wayne is a bit of a mouthful.”

“I’ll keep MDC as my initials. I’ll be introduced as Marinette Wayne to new people, and to previous acquaintances, I’ll continue as Dupain-Cheng.”

“Alright. Welcome to the Wayne family, officially, Marinette.”

She gave Bruce a small smile. “Thank you.”

“When do you want your welcoming party to be?”

“You can’t escape; it’s tradition,” Dick walked in. “Congratulations!”

She hugged him happily. “Thanks!”

Mari turned back to Bruce. “How long does it take to plan?”

“Not long; we’ve got all the necessary contacts. But I am going to Paris in two weeks to see if I can track down Ladybug and visit Adrien.”

“Can we do it there? We can use Chloe’s father’s ballroom. Then I can see Adrien and my old friends can see I’m not lying.”

“Of course. The others can patrol Gotham and zeta over for the gala. They’ll have to fly with us though, to establish a presence first, then zeta back…that will work. Alright. I’m flying on the 19th.”

“Sounds good. Thanks, Dad,” she added, smiling.

Bruce gave her a small smile back. “You’re welcome.”

Red Robin found Valkyrie that night discussing psychology with Harley Quinn. He rolled his eyes at Catwoman, who shrugged helplessly. What can you do?Eventually, they gave up and simply dragged their respective partners away.

Tim came up behind Mari, who was half awake, the next morning. “So we’re off to France, I see.”

She grunted in reply and a knife appeared out of nowhere in her hand.

He blinked, and it was gone. He blinked again and decided it was too early for no-coffee-induced hallucinations.

He poured a gigantic mug of coffee and lifted it to his mouth in unconscious unison with Mari. They chugged their mugs while the others eyed them in horror.

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It was Christmas break, so Jon flew over to Paris with the Waynes, and Marinette showed him the sights, avoiding Bruce in his hunt for Ladybug, until Jon’s break was over and he had to return for school.

Chloe had flown over earlier to visit her father, having already graduated.

The Waynes stayed at the Grand Paris, Mari with Chloe, and the others in their own rooms.

On the first day back at school (for the others), Marinette slipped in early to visit her ex-classmates. They were scattered into various classes, so she met them on their way to class. They were all surprised to see her back.

"I came to prove my innocence. Tomorrow night I’m having a party at the Grand Paris, in the ballroom. Y’all can come or not, I really don’t care. But if you do, I promise a show.”

“Y’all?” asked Alya*.

“I picked it up from my boyfriend; he has country roots. You’ll meet him tomorrow if you come. Au revoir!” With a wave, she slipped past them and headed out to the car where the others were waiting for her.

(*we're pretending they're speaking English, not French, here because I like the idea of Mari picking up Midwest slang from Jon and the Kents.)

The next night, her classmates showed up to the ballroom, dressed in their best, which was still less than the others'.

Several JL members were there as civilians– Diana Prince, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Jon Kent, Oliver Queen and Dinah Lance with Roy and Lian Harper, Rachel Roth, and all the Waynes, of course.Adrien and Chloe were there, Clara, Jagged, Penny, Luka and Juleka too.

Alya almost screamed when she saw the Kents, and Lila began talking about how she was dating Damian Wayne.

Rachel came up, dressed in a black and aubergine MDC dress. “Hi, I’m Rachel, Damian’s girlfriend. Who are you?”

“Lila Rossi. Since when was Damian dating anyone?”

“We’ve been dating for over a year but kept it quiet. Do you know him? Damian!” Rachel called him over with a false niceness.

“Oh, no, I was telling my friends about a different Damian Wayne. It’s a quite common name, actually!” Lila laughed nervously.

Marinette entered with her hair in a lovely updo, dressed in a red MDC, and flawlessly made up. She immediately headed for the Kents and hugged Jon, then moved on to the Waynes – specifically Damian and Rachel. (Of course, they weren’t plotting anything, Mari, don’t be silly.)

Chloe and Adrien joined a minute later, quite comfortable with the billionaires.

After a while, Jon and Mari broke away to mingle and approached the class. “Hey, you came. Guys, this is my boyfriend, Jon Kent. Jon, my old classmates…”

After introductions, Alya turned to Marinette. ��How are you dating Jon Kent?! How did you meet in France?!”

“Oh, you didn’t know?”

Marinette feigned shock when Jason came up behind the others.

“Mari here was fostered in the States. She met Jon there – he’s her brother’s best friend. That’s what the party’s for, to celebrate her adoption.”

“You got adopted? Who was that stupid?” asked Lila.

Bruce came over, putting a hand on Mari’s shoulder and smiling politely. “Did someone say something about me?”

“No, sir. I was just talking about Marinette's adoptive parents. Why would they adopt her? She’s a bully, liar, coward, and runaway; they obviously made a big mistake.” She would have continued, but Bruce interrupted.

“I don’t make big mistakes, Miss Rossi. In my business, I literally can’t afford to – thousands of people’s livelihoods are on the line. And I would appreciate it if you would refrain from demeaning and slandering my daughter and our family.”

He spoke politely yet chillingly, sending shivers down the backs of those around him as they realized just how badly Lila had messed up.

“Y-you adopted Marinette?!”

“Yes, I did. I found it quite disturbing how no one in France wanted Mari because of the slander against her name. I hate it when someone lies about my family. Filing lawsuits is a hassle for everyone,” he not-so-subtly warned.

“Hey, Marinette! Come talk with Dinah here about psychology,” interrupted Oliver.

“Mr. Queen, I’m studying to get my doctorate in psychiatry. Though we both help with mental health, there is a difference.”

“Apologies, Miss Wayne.”

“Marinette is fine. I’ll come to entertain Di, though, she may have some advice.”

“It’s amazing how much you can grow as a person when you're removed from a toxic environment,” Jason said cuttingly, following her to the Queens to talk to Roy and Lian.

The class watched as everyone complimented Marinette and the Waynes on their clothing, and she blushed and thanked them. Diana even commissioned her.

Marinette was a celebrity, too? How had they pegged her so wrong?

Alya died a little inside when Lois Lane complimented Marinette on Effortless Style’s writing.

#ali writes #Fic #Marijon week 2023 #marijon #M“V”W #Dcxmlb #Mlbxdc

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libraryofgage · 8 months ago

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A Hop, a Skip, and a TARDIS Jump (2)

Part of: Steve Deserves Good Parents, Actually

Here's the second line jump fic! If you'd like to learn about line jumping, you can read this post

Anyway, after 84 years, here's part 2 of TenRose being Steve's parents. This time actually with TenRose lol

There's a meme at the end of this one, too, so I hope you enjoy it

Anyway, as always, if you see any typos, no you didn't :^)

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Hawkins, Indiana, 1974

Steve looks the same, but his organs are new, he's a tiny bit taller, and he's having the same growing pains as his father. He stretches his fingers, wiggles his ears, and feels his liver chugging along like never before. He's doing better than his father, though; he's not too caught up in the taste of a new pancreas, at least.

He is, however, subject to scolding from his mother.

"I can't believe you!" Rose shouts, pacing in front of the console before coming to a stop. "Are you thick? You could've been seriously hurt!"

"Oh, I don't think that's very fair," the Doctor says, pushing his hair out of his face, something he's never been able to do before. "He's a teeny-weeny Time Lord, Rose. He regenerates just as good as me. Well, better even."

"That's not the point, Doctor! You've only got so many lives before you run out. Don't let Steve join you for the beginning of each one."

"Well, maybe we should remember how we got here in the first place," the Doctor says, "Someone thought, 'Oh, I'll just take a little peek-a-boo into the time vortex,' for the fun of it!"

After listening to them argue for a few more minutes, Steve slowly gets up and quietly makes his way over to the console. He places his hand on a dial, holding still but feeling it turn under his palm. "Take us somewhere safe," he whispers, glancing to where his parents are holding a staring contest that could end in them kissing or shouting.

Steve feels the TARDIS hum around him, agreeing with his suggestion, and the engine kicks to life. "What?" the Doctor asks, looking around before spotting Steve at the console. "Hold on a minute, who said you could send us anywhere?"

"I didn't turn anything," Steve says, innocently looking up at his parents. "Maybe the TARDIS got tired of your arguing, too."

As though agreeing with him, the TARDIS makes a particularly loud whoosh as it jerks and nearly sends Rose off her feet. The Doctor catches her easily, an arm around her waist, but stumbles himself. "Oh, blast, this body is scrawny," he says, clenching his jaw as he grips the console to keep himself upright.

"I'll say. You're likely to stab me with an elbow there," Rose replies, her voice more amused than anything else, and Steve quickly looks away before he's subjected to the gross goo-goo eyes his parents start making at each other.

When the TARDIS finally comes to a stop, Steve barely waits before rushing to the doors. He hears his parents shout after him, but he throws one of the doors open without a second thought, an excited grin forming when he sees familiar trees and a familiar playground. It's been a few months for him, long enough to be an entirely new person, but he has no clue how long it's been for Eddie.

Maybe only a day has passed. Maybe a week. Maybe fifteen years. Well, he doubts it's been fifteen years. The playground doesn't look like fifteen years have passed. Either way, he looks over his shoulder at his parents. "I'm gonna go play now!" he says, letting the door slam behind him as he runs out.

He's only more excited when he immediately finds Eddie. It's odd, because most humans just look alike to him, other than his mother, of course. They're all kind of shaped the same and none of them feel like time and space; they're boring, completely untouched by and unaware of the greater universe beyond the molecules of stardust that formed them.

But Eddie is different. Eddie's hair holds red space and his fingers scatter time when he moves. Eddie's words drip with galactic dust and meteoric currents. His eyes are the brown of T'Lochlor royal jewels and contain the sparks of planetary births. His smile curls with the essence of alternate dimensions and black hole gates.

Steve tried explaining it to the TARDIS once, figuring she was the most likely to know what's so different about Eddie. The only thing she'd been able to tell him is that, somewhere in the future, Eddie would be destined for tragedy and stars. She wouldn't say (or simply didn't know) what order they would be in, but Steve decided to focus on the stars.

He rushes over, his smile wide as he gets closer to where Eddie is sitting on a bench, watching the playground with a slight pout and a cast on his right leg. "Eddie!" he shouts, practically tackling the boy in a hug when he's close enough.

"Stevie?!"

Steve pulls away, hopping onto the bench and settling next to Eddie. "Yep! Hi."

"Dude, it's been so long!"

"Oh," Steve says, frowning slightly as he looks Eddie up and down. They still seem to look the same age. "How long?"

"Like three years. Where were you?!"

"Uh, traveling. My parents go all over the place," Steve explains, figuring it's not exactly a lie. "Anyway, what happened to your leg?"

Eddie blinks, looking down at his cast before pouting again. "I broke it in P.E. cuz the coach made me play soccer," he says.

Steve doesn't quite know what P.E. is. Or soccer. But he gets the main point: Eddie can't play because his leg is still healing. "How come you're still here then?" he asks.

"Better than being home."

There's something weird about Eddie's words, but Steve doesn't ask him about it. His mother has told him that, sometimes, you just shouldn't pry into people's home life. Even if you care, it could make them angry or upset. They'll share when they're ready.

"Oh," he says, moving closer to Eddie on the bench until their shoulders are touching.

"Tell me something cool," Eddie says. "Where did you and your parents go?"

Steve thinks for a moment. He already told Eddie about being an alien, but is he allowed to talk about the time travel stuff? Is that too impossible to believe? Maybe he'll just ease Eddie into it. "Uh, we went a lot of places," he says, swinging his legs, "Oh, like this city where they have a super big hospital and the doctors are all cat-people."

"Why'd you go there?" Eddie asks.

"I died, kind of, and Mom wanted to make sure I was okay, even though Dad promised her I was. And Dad died, too, but he's done it a few times, so he's better at it than I am. Anyway, Mom was going crazy with worry, so Dad brought us there to get me checked out. Clean bill of health, according to the doctor."

Eddie stares at him for a while. "You died?" he finally asks, his voice sounding a little strained.

"Yeah, but not really. I mean, my people regenerate instead of die. So, like, my current body can't survive, so I pull on time and space to make myself a new one, one that can live as long as I need it to."

"Oh, right, cool, that's not confusing," Eddie says, huffing as he glances away. He swings his legs a few times before asking, "What happened?"

"Mom looked into the TARDIS's heart, absorbed the time vortex and became Bad Wolf to save us. If she stayed like that, she would've burned up from the inside out, so Dad kissed her to draw the time vortex out. He started to regenerate, but the backlash of it was destroying the TARDIS. We would've crashed otherwise, so I absorbed some of his regeneration energy, and that burned all of my cells up, so I had to regenerate, too. Mine was a bit gentler than Dad's, though, so it didn't cause much damage."

"I feel...even more confused."

Steve smiles at him, holding out his hand. After a few seconds, Eddie takes it, and Steve squeezes once. "That's okay. Alien biology is weird. Like, I think it's weird that you've got an appendix. You don't even need it anymore."

"What did we need it for before?"

"Something digestive, I think," Steve says, waving his free hand dismissively, "Dad knows more about that stuff than I do."

Eddie nods, looks down at their hands, and then looks at the playground. "Your parents sound...really great, Stevie," he says.

There's something in Eddie's voice that makes Steve hesitate. He bites the inside of his cheek, hesitates for a moment, and then scooches a little closer. Maybe telling Eddie about the time travel thing will make him smile again; maybe it will take that weird hurt in his eyes away for just a few minutes. "You wanna see something cool?" he asks.

"Sure," Eddie mumbles, looking over as Steve reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a phone from 2046. It looks totally clear, but the glass panel on the back is frosted, keeping people from seeing what's on his screen.

"What kind of music do you like?" Steve asks.

"Usually whatever my mom listens to," Eddie says, shrugging as he watches Steve tap on the glass in his hand. He jerks when the screen lights up, showing a bunch of tiny squares across it. "What's that?"

"A phone."

"Uh, nope, no way, phones are, like, attached to walls and stuff. They plug in. They're, you know, bigger, and stuff. And they aren't made of glass."

"It's, uh, a future phone. From the future. Many, many years in the future."

Eddie snorts, bumping their shoulders together. "Time travel isn't real, Stevie."

"I'm an alien. I just told you about a city with cat-people doctors. Time travel is the unbelievable part?" Steve asks.

They stare at each other for a few minutes, Steve waiting patiently as he watches disbelief fade into realization in Eddie's eyes. "Holy shit," Eddie whispers, his eyes getting wider as he looks down at the phone. "Where's your time machine?"

"Across the street. That blue box over there. My parents are inside."

"How did I miss that?"

"It's got a perception filter," Steve says, repeating his father's words easily. "So people's eyes just...slide over it."

Eddie slowly nods and looks back at Steve's phone. "I, um, my mom likes David Bowie."

Steve nods and looks up David Bowie music videos.

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Despite thinking Steve might hang around this time, that he might not disappear from Eddie's life like last time, that's exactly what he does.

He introduces Eddie to music that won't exist for decades, to bands like Green Day and Lovejoy and some singer from another planet called Ln'ra. Their voice makes Eddie's brain prickle between his ears, his heart lurching in his chest with the desire to sing the way they do.

Steve holds Eddie's hand the entire time, a gentle breeze passing over them, their heads leaning against each other. Music plays surprisingly clear from the piece of glass Steve insists is a phone. Time seems to slow down for a brief while, and Eddie forgets all about the world for a while.

He forgets about his mom crying. He forgets about his dad shouting. He forgets about the dull ache in his leg as the bone mends itself. He forgets about everything, and it's the most peaceful and relaxed he's felt for months.

And then the sun is setting, dipping beneath the trees and splashing the sky with oranges and pinks and reds. Steve sighs when he sees the colors, lets the music video play to the end, and then turns of his phone and slips it into his pocket.

"I've gotta go," he says, standing up from the bench but still holding Eddie's hand.

Eddie doesn't fight it, even though he wants to, because something tells him Steve can't stay. Something deep in his mind tells him that he won't. Not yet, at least. Because Eddie is sure, at some point, Steve is going to stay.

Or Eddie will stay, because he's technically walking away, too, right? He's not exactly begging to follow Steve wherever he goes, because he can't. He has a mom, a dad, an uncle, guitar lullabies at night and surprisingly good waffles in the morning, some friends at school and a group project that needs turning in.

So, neither of them can stay. Not right now, at least. But maybe next time. Eddie hopes---as he watches Steve push open the door of that weird blue box and wave one last time before going in---that one of them will get to stay sometime soon.

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Tag List (let me know if you'd like to be added!)

@romanticdestruction, @lublix, @jackiemonroe5512, @lee-da-vinci, @rowanshadow26, @didntwant2comecome, @katouasobi

And here's the meme! Very tiny text but it's basically just copy/paste Steve's dialogue about regenerating lol

#steddie #steddie fic #doctor who #doctor who crossover #eddie munson #steve harrington #rose tyler #10th doctor #tenrose #steddie over time #steve deserves good parents actually

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