#unintended consequences tf

[captainmalewriter]

Miss Pigwin's Journal

Among the myriad of stereotypes surrounding gay men, Ivan never really fit into any of them. He was never the flamboyant queen nor the circuit party gay. Ivan always considered himself to be more of a lone wolf type. Although many would find the life of a social hermit boring and exhausting, Ivan truly didn’t mind his quiet, solitary lifestyle. Just class, work, gym, rinse and repeat. It was a simple routine, but it was one that Ivan loved. 

One evening, after his engineering classes, Ivan made a quick pit stop at the local store before heading back to his apartment. He needed to buy a new journal after he had filled out the last page the night before. Journaling was a hobby that Ivan took very seriously. For the past five or so years, Ivan would take 10 minutes every night to write his complete, unfiltered thoughts in his journal before bed. It was a therapeutic practice for Ivan, and he did not plan to stop anytime soon. 

Ivan was hoping to find a stylish yet relatively cheap journal but was quickly met with disappointment instead as he made his way down the stationary aisle. The store had completely run out of notebooks! A nearby employee told Ivan that the overnight crew would restock the store and that he should return the next day, but he was too determined to give up after having gone through the trouble of walking to the store. He scoured the store until he finally found one misplaced notebook, although its gaudy design left much to be desired…

It was a bright pink journal with glimmering sequins and came with a large bundle of pink ribbon. The journal had an ugly cartoon drawing of a pig in a princess dress along with her name ‘Miss Pigwin’ written in glitter across the top of the cover page. Ivan pulled out his phone and did a quick internet search to find out more about the Miss Pigwin notebook. Apparently, it was limited edition merchandise for some obscure children’s cartoon that never made it past 5 episodes. The idea behind Miss Pigwin was that kids could better understand their pets by helping them communicate with them. Kids were tie a piece of ribbon around an animal, and with Miss Pigwin's help, they would become their best friends. At least that was what the old advertisements promised anyway.

Obviously, the designers meant it to be used for pets like dogs and cats, so it was no wonder the pink journal was quickly discontinued after kids tried to tie ribbons around dangerous, wild animals instead. All in all, it was just cheap scraps of overly decorated paper for imaginative little girls. 

Ivan didn’t care much for the girly pink notebook. However, it was still a notebook at the end of the day, and the $5 price tag was too enticing to give up. He bought it and promptly returned to his apartment where his roommate Jesse was hosting a few of his frat friends over for beer pong. 

Ivan and Jesse were not friends but they were civil enough as roommates. Jesse wasn’t officially a part of a frat yet, but he already had the wild personality of a frat brother anyway. Jesse’s constant partying and drinking was annoying to Ivan, so he often made himself scarce—  as he did that night. He went about his usual nighttime routine and thankfully, by the time he sat down at his desk to journal, all of Jesse’s guests were gone. But just before he could touch pen to paper, Jesse came stumbling into the room.

“Hey, bro, you got any ribbon or string by any chance?” Jesse asked. Ivan hesitated saying yes right away.

“Maybe, what for?” 

“There’s this stupid Tiktok trend going on right now. Dudes are tying a piece of ribbon around their bicep and flexing until it breaks. The bros are saying I need to do every trend I see if I wanna continue rushing.”

“Cool, makes sense. Here, you can have it all. I don’t need it.”

Ivan took the bundle of ribbon that came with the Miss Pigwin journal and helped Jesse tie a piece around his bicep. Although Ivan did not like Jesse in that way, he couldn’t help but feel a little bit excited as he wrapped the ribbon around his straight roommate’s muscular arm. It was probably the only time he’d be that close to Jesse, so he relished in the moment as much as he could. Once it was tied, Jesse thanked him and left the room to record his Tiktok. Meanwhile, Ivan returned to his journal and began writing. 

March 12th - I am soo fucking h*rny. Sometimes, I wish my roommate would give in to his secret desires and just makeout with me already. 

Just as Ivan finished writing the last letter, a terrifying scream coming from the living room interrupted his journaling session. He quickly ran out with the pink journal in hand and saw Jesse straining himself to break the ribbon. No matter how hard he flexed, the pink ribbon stayed firmly wrapped around his bicep.

Although Ivan was worried about the pink ribbon constricting Jesse's arm, he couldn't help but stare at the massive bulge in his roommate's gray sweatpants. It was huge! Was Jesse hard? Ivan always had a feeling that his straight roommate was packing some serious heat downstairs, but he would've never guessed he'd be that big and thick! Just seeing his bulge was enough to make Ivan's jaw drop!

"Dude is this ribbon made out of fucking titanium or some shit! Where the fuck did you even get this!?" Jesse yelled out in anguish. It was enough to bring Ivan back down to Earth.

"I don't know! It came free with this weird notebook I found."

"Whatever!! Just go get the scissors! This shit's way too tight, my arm's starting to go numb!"

"Right! Hang on, I'll be right back!"

Uh oh!!

Just as Ivan turned around to go get the scissors, a sudden high-pitched voice made him stop dead in his tracks. It was a girl's voice, and it was coming from the notebook in his hands. Ivan looked down and froze from what he saw. The cartoon princess pig had come to life!

Uh oh!! It looks like our new friend isn't being a very good listener! Let's play some music to help clear his mind!

Miss Pigwin began singing a melody while soft piano music played. The music had no effect on Ivan, but it did on Jesse. Jesse suddenly stopped fighting and just laid flat on the floor. Within seconds, he had gone from a pissed off jock trying to rip the ribbon off his arm to eerily calm and relaxed. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and exhaled heavily. Jesse had a dazed look in his eyes once he opened them. He had a dull, almost sleepy-like expression plastered on his face too. It was like he was sedated by simply listening to Miss Pigwin's song! Only once Jesse was fully relaxed did Miss Pigwin finally stop the music.

Yayyy!! No more distracting thoughts! Now what did our best friend tell us?

Ivan watched in awe as Jesse got up from the ground while massaging his protruding bulge. His movements were almost mechanical, like a mindless robot following orders. He then began walking towards Ivan while reciting what Ivan had written inside the Miss Pigwin journal.

"I'm soo h*rny... I just wanna make out with my roommate. I'm soo h*rny... I just wanna make out with my roommate. I'm soo h*rny... I just wanna make out with my roommate."

It was incredible. Despite having never read it, Jesse kept repeating what Ivan had written over and over like a personal mantra!

Once Jesse closed the gap between them, Ivan got a good look how dilated his pupils were. It was quite the sight to see, though Jesse didn't give Ivan any time to react. Instead, he quickly joined his lips with Ivan's and kissed him roughly. Ivan was caught off guard by the surprise kiss but quickly matched Jesse's energy as the two kissed like it was their last night being alive. Ivan could hardly believe it. He had gone from merely tolerating his roommate's existence to making out with him in the same night! He felt himself light up with joy and pleasure as Jesse's hairy chest pressed against his with every kiss.

They continued at it for a while, locking lips until they gradually moved towards the couch. From there, they both discarded any remaining clothes they had on. Ivan hopped into Jesse's strong arms and went in for another deep kiss. He was shuddering with anticipation as he felt Jesse's rock hard boner tap against his butt. Luckily for him, it didn't take them much longer until they decided to get into position. Ivan spit onto Jesse's cock to lube it up, then guided it into his hole. A deep, sensual moan escaped his mouth as Jesse slowly thrusted his hips into him. Inch by inch, his dick disappeared into his ass. The room then filled with the sounds of men grunting and heavy, cum-filled balls clapping against Ivan's cheeks. Ivan was in heaven, while Jesse was in a trance with only one thought in his mind. Give into his desires, and makeout with his roommate.

Ivan woke up the next morning feeling like a brand new man after the amazing pounding he had received from Jesse. To say he was in a state of bliss would be a massive understatement! Even just remembering the feeling of Jesse's massive cock inside of him was enough to make Ivan smile with delight. But his grin quickly faded when he reached out for the Miss Pigwin journal and found it wasn't where he had left it before falling asleep. Even worse, he found a piece of pink ribbon had been tied around his wrist while he was sleeping.

"No... Nononono NOO!!"

"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty! Looking for something?"

To Ivan's horror, Jesse was holding the Miss Pigwin journal and he looked furious! Although, despite the present danger, Ivan couldn't help but notice that Jesse still had the same ribbon tied around his bicep.

"Hey man... Let's put down the journal, and have a civilized conversation between adults. I promise it's not what it looks like, just let me ex-"

"Nahh FUCK that. I'm glad I woke up just before you did, otherwise I would've never found out what the fuck you did to me with this weird journal. You always gave me weird vibes but this? I... I don't even know where to start I'm so MAD!"

Jesse slammed a fist against the wall, startling Ivan. He then let out a maniacal chuckle as he pulled out a pen and opened the journal.

"Alright, Ivan, you wanna fuck up my mind so badly? Two can play at that game!"

Loud scribbling filled the room. Once he finished, Jesse read out loud what he wrote.

"Ivan's too serious for his own good. He needs to lighten up and join my frat so we can become best bros forever!!"

"...That's stupid. I'm not gonna do that."

"Are you sure?"

Uh oh!!

"I think Miss Pigwin might disagree with-"

Ivan smacked the book out of Jesse's hands, catching him off guard. The journal landed against the wall with a loud thud. Ivan wasted no time making a break for the journal. He bought himself a few seconds by smacking it away from Jesse. Those few seconds were all he needed to open the journal to a new page and write something down. In the heat of the moment, he could only think of one thing to write.

"Jesse's gay 4 me!"

"YOU FUCKER! ERASE THAT SHIT RIGHT NOW!!"

Jesse grabbed the journal but Ivan had a tight grip on it. The two slammed into the nearby walls and furniture as they tried to wrestle it out of the other's hands. The Miss Pigwin journal was getting torn and crumpled up in the crossfire of their fight, but that didn't stop the princess from carrying out her sole purpose.

It looks- New friend- Good listener! Let's- Some music- clear his mind!

Miss Pigwin began singing her soothing song, forcing both men into a hypnotic trance as they listened. They both fell to the ground screaming as the pink ribbons grew tighter around their bodies. They tried plugging their ears with their fingers, but it was already too late. The second they heard the first few notes of her song, Miss Pigwin was already deep within subconscious- ready to broadcast whatever was written in the journal directly into their brains. However, because the journal had gotten destroyed during the fight, Miss Pigwin's subliminal messaging turned out to be incredibly potent than usual.

Ivan fell back against the ground in a daze. He couldn't believe how discombobulated he was. It was like he was trapped underwater as he felt his mind beginning to clear of any and all thoughts. Ivan let out a heavy sigh as a powerful, cool calm filled his body. Soon enough, the only thing he could think about was how badly he wanted to become a frat bro just like Jesse. Ivan repeated his new life mantra to himself as his mind became hyper focused on only one goal.

"I need to lighten up... I need to join a frat... I need to become best bros with Jesse..."

A lot of his engineering knowledge got wiped away from his mind to make room for his new personality. Mathematics and physics were replaced with workout regimes and a strong, itching need to drink and get laid. The partying lifestyle of the frat bro that once repulsed Ivan became as normal as breathing to the former homebody gay man. Ivan tried resisting against Miss Pigwin's conditioning. He tried reminding himself how much he loved a quiet night at home by himself. He tried recalling how much he hated loud, obnoxious men who did nothing but party and drink all night. But everytime he tried fighting against it, the little voice repeating his mantra grew louder and louder until all opposition was completely stamped out. Ivan had been reborn.

As he rose from the ground with an altered conscience and personality, the only thing on Ivan's mind was how to maximize his gains the next time he hit the gym. After all, how could he even dare to show his face around his frat brothers if he couldn't keep up with them in terms of bodybuilding?

Meanwhile, Jesse laid out sprawled on the ground as a calm stupor washed over his aggravated mind. Soon enough, his mind became a quiet place where only one thought remained.

"I'm gay for Ivan... I'm gay for Ivan... I'm gay... For Ivan..."

Jesse repeated the same sentence to himself until the words no longer felt foreign leaving his mouth. Soon enough, saying he was gay for Ivan felt as natural as saying his name. His desires to sleep with women melted away from his subconscious everytime he recited his new mantra.

Like Ivan, Jesse tried fighting against it. He tried remembering the taste and feel of a woman's touch, but it was no use against Miss Pigwin's powerful conditioning. His memories of being with women were quickly fading. In their place, a deep, profound love for his roommate-turned-loved began to take hold. Within minutes, Jesse wanted nothing more in life than to stand by his boyfriend's side and make sure he felt loved.

Once Ivan and Jesse woke up to their new personalities, Miss Pigwin finished her song, never to be heard from again due to the journal being in tatters. Jesse woke up with a headache and with a grinning Ivan by his side.

"Good morning my handsome boyfriend, how'd you sleep?"

"Amazing because I slept with you, my love." Jesse joined his lips against Ivan's. The two shared a deep kiss filled with passion, ending with a loud smack when they finally pulled apart.

"You ready for today? I can't wait to start the rushing process, then we can join together!" Ivan flashed a wide smile. Jesse wrapped his hands around Ivan's neck.

"The frat can wait till later. Right now, I want you all to myself."

He pulled Ivan in for another kiss. The two men then proceeded to fuck all morning, completely unaware of the strange circumstances that led them to that point. All thanks to a little princess pig on the cover of a bright pink notebook.

[warping-realities]

What She Wants

I know I promised the previous one would be the last one for a while but I had a video that I not use in one of the last stories and ended up creating a shorter one just so as not to waste it. I hope you like it.

Cherisse was pissed off. At her old schoolmates and at herself. The five-year reunion was coming up next weekend, and she was gonna have to show up all alone. She never really gave a damn about this kind of stuff, always focused on her career. But then, why the hell did she lie about having a boyfriend? She knew why—those bitches Brenda and Destiny with their pathetic little housewife lives and their useless husbands loved to say that because she was a bodybuilder, no guy would wanna date her. I mean, what kind of dude would go out with a woman bigger than him? That thought made her wanna scream, but those bitches had a point. Even the male bodybuilders ended up choosing curvier, less muscular women, which really pissed her off. The fact that she was so close to becoming a big star in the bodybuilding scene should’ve been enough to ease her doubts, but it wasn’t. In reality, she was so fed up with everything that she dropped her apartment key on the floor of the hallway in the tiny building she lived in, thanks to her job as a Personal Trainer. At least for now, since she had contracts lined up with several big brands by the time she stepped on Olympia stage in a few months, which was what she should’ve been worrying about. Frustrated and angry, she picked up the key from the floor and stood up, only to see David, her neighbor, walking by. The blond thin and extremely cute guy worked at a nearby coffee shop and was always super polite to her, even though any flirting attempts on him had been shot down.

She knew she couldn’t make him like her or… could she? Remembering the times she got shot down by the guy, combined with the frustration about the upcoming event and the possibility of being ridiculed by her old classmates… all of that lit a fire inside her that made her decide to take action. She’d been warned a bunch of times not to mess with her gift, that it could spiral out of control and come with a high price, but she was tired of being the good girl, tired of being humiliated. It was time to think about herself. She will get what she wanted.

….

After a long day at the coffee shop, all David wanted was to flop down on the couch in his tiny one-bedroom apartment and chill, and maybe, just maybe, look for a hookup on Grindr. After throwing on a tank top and some shorts, he was about to head out of his room when he heard a noise—there was someone else in the apartment. Creeping up to the door, he was freaked out and jumped.

“Cherisse, what the hell! What are you doing here? What you want?

“What I want, David? I want my boyfriend!” The muscular black woman replied, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

“What? What the hell are you talking about?”

“Yeah, I want my boyfriend, David. My boyfriend who loves me and would do anything for me!”

“Cherisse… you’re out of your min…” David started to say, cutting himself off as a weird sensation flooded his body, like he was about to choke, making him gasp for air. Then he was shocked to hear his own voice while his mouth moved on its own.

“But that’s what you already have, babe.”

“Not enough! I want my boyfriend, bigger, more muscular, and stronger than me.”

The choking feeling hit him again, this time harder, along with a dizzy spell that made David wobble for a second. After a few seconds, he seemed to recover. With his giant biceps and powerful pecs on display, he looked a few inches shorter, with shaved hair and a square face, wich smiled to Cherisse.

“Stronger and more muscular for sure, and two inches taller!”

“No, I want more! I want my bodybuilder boyfriend, way bigger than me, my boyfriend with beautiful dark hair and a darker skin.”

In an instant, the bodybuilder David underwent a transformation, turning into a caramel-skinned version with brown eyes and well-kept dark hair and beard, maybe of Latin descent.

“Much better! Take off those shorts and pose for me, David!”

He obeyed, stripping down to just his underwear and flexing his powerful muscles for his girlfriend to see.

“Yummy, but I still want more.” She commented licking her lips without noticing the change in her voice and vocabulary. “I want my boyfriend with delicious choclate skin as dark as mine. My professional bodybuilder boyfriend, Mr. Olympia material boyfriend. My boyfriend who fulfills all my needs and will accompany me to my school reunion, and make all the jealous bitches shut up they skunk mouths. Now come, come to me, my love,” she said, as the uncontrolled power took over completely.

As the muscular giant, who minutes ago had been a gay dude just looking for a casual hookup, walked from the bedroom door towards her, with each step he took, he grew larger while his skin darkened to a chocolate tone. His pecs looked like two slabs of meat, his abs lost some definition, but his arms swelled to the size of tree trunks. As sweat dripped down his body, his black wavy hair transformed into small curls in a stylish cut with shaved sides, while his underwear turned into gym shorts, and the tiny apartment room morphed into a spacious mansion living room.

While all this was happening and the power dominated Cherisse’s mind, she didn’t notice that her short hair, which had fallen out due to steroid use started to grow back in beautifull well manteined curls while her voice gained an airy melodious tone. As the former David grew bigger, she shrank, her powerful muscles becoming smaller but defined, while her glutes became curvier and her breasts softer. Then, as the monstrous off-season bodybuilder stood smiling in front of her, her clothes evaporated, leaving her in a tiny bikini that showcased all her perfect curves. Finnaly the whirlwind of power seemed to reach its peak before fading away forever while the reality reset.

The smile on the behemoth's face quickly vanished when he noticed his girlfriend posing in the middle of their living room.

“Can I ask what the hell you’re doing, Cherisse?”

“Babe… I… I thought you’d be back later.”

“I decided to surprise my girlfriend, and guess who’s getting surprised? Don’t tell me you’re back to that ridiculous idea of competing in Bikini Fitness. I’ve already been clear with you about that. You don’t need to work, especially not by exposing your body; I’m the one who takes care of all my wife’s needs.”

“Wife? What do you mean?”

“Well, that was the surprise I was gonna pull on you, but it looks like…”

“Stop being silly, I was rehearsing, yeah, but it was just for you, my love.”

“Now you’re talking like my future wife,” he replied, with his smile returning.

….

That weekend, Cherisse was bursting with joy. As her boyfriend parked the car, she rushed over to meet her old school friends, Brenda and Destiny, in the garden of the beautiful restaurant they class picked for the high school reunion. After some kisses, hugs, and excited squeals, Brenda looked at her curiously.

“Is that on your finger what I think it is?”

“Yup!!! He proposed to me!!”

“So, we’re finally gonna meet your boyfriend… sorry, your fiancé?”

“Yeah, look over there,” Cherisse said, making her friends look at the handsome specimen of a man strutting confidently towards them—300 pounds of pure muscle covered in a beutifull chocolate skin, wearing a light gray suit with a vest and a shirt whose last buttons could never stay closed, showing off a gorgeous chest. All of this was topped off by a rugged face that could make knees weak.

“Girls, this is Deshaun, my fiancé,” she said, knowing the others would be dying of envy.

Later, as her friends walked in, Deshaun pulled her close.

“Are you happy, my love? I know how important this reunion was for you.”

“Happy? I’m totally fucking ecstatic, babe. I showed those bitches who’s the best. I’ve got the best house, the best body, and the best man. What more could I want?”

[welcometomybraincomics]

You know, I'm slowly coming to realize that the goofy transformers space adventure isn't all that funny from Whiplash's point of view

Whiplash, over the course of many misadventures, slowly comes to the realization that he likes Sam, who is the closest thing to a friend he's had in years (very platonic. He slowly accepts that he does consider Sam a friend). Sam then very quickly informs him that they won't even live to the end of the cybertronian equivalent of a year (a vorn, which is approximately 83 years)

On this journey, Whiplash also learns that his friend is fragile, like, "if I move my hand wrong I could crush their entire being" fragile, but they approach the world like they aren't. That isn't to say Sam takes no precautions, they do, but they're also very prepared to die at a young age in order to experience life's joys and Whiplash, who is desperate for close connections, has to deal with that on top of knowing that even if Sam lived their entire life in safety, their species just doesn't live that long

To make matters worse, Whiplash spends a very long time in denial while Sam has been making attempts at friendship this whole time, so none of the aforementioned information is new to him after he realizes he cares about Sam. There's just a slow trickle of information/realization as he processes what all that information he previously dismissed means in his relationship with Sam. He realizes that he's wasted a lot of time being stubborn in regard to Sam who already has such a short lifespan that for all he knows, they might drop dead within the next 5 deca-cycles.

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[Incomplete scene where Sam and Whiplash finally have a deep conversation about Whiplash's feelings]

Sam: *punches whip's shoulder* But hey man, don't grieve me before I'm gone, that's no way to live. *gives him a hug*

Sam: *pulling back a bit, scrunching up face in thought* Well, I mean, you can. You gotta process somehow. But like... don't spend all your time doing it, yeah? *Look's Whiplash in the optics* You miss out on all the things you wanna experience that way

Whiplash: *huffs a chuckle and pushes Sam away playfully*

Sam: *Playfully indignant* Hey! *attempts to bite Whip's hand for the great crime of pushing them away*

And then the two of them dissolve into playful banter

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For the most part, he very rarely gets sucked into a depressive spiral of thinking about this type of stuff through the power of ✨~denial~✨ and Sam and the kids being absolutely wonderful distractions with all the shit they pull

[misctf]

My Stories & Asks

Hey everyone! Just wanted to make a post that linked to all my stories in case you ever wanted to find one in particular.

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Please feel free to message me with any requests or prompts you want to see written. Full disclosure, I cannot guarantee that I will use it, but if its a subject I enjoy, there may be a higher chance. If you have a picture, feel free to share!

Subjects I really like writing include jock tfs, inanimate tfs, twink tfs, and straight to gay. I'm open to trying to write race tfs too.

Things I will absolutely not write include gay to straight, anything involving minors, incest, or scat.

Please message me if you want to run a prompt by me too.

Even if it does not fall into one of those categories, if the prompt is detailed, I may be able to write a story based on it. Below, please find a list of stories based on submitted prompts. Thanks everyone!

Ask Archive

Football Jock (jock tf, age regression)

Wish Went Wrong (inanimate tf, jock tf)

Talent Stolen (jock tf, dumber tf)

Mu Alpha Nu Camp (jock tf, age progression)

Twin Bonding (jock tf, merge tf)

Soccer Star (age regression, body swap)

More Than Friends (stg, personality tf)

The Bracelet (stg, personality tf, bear tf)

Too Much of a Good Thing (jock tf, dumber tf, de-evolution)

Mu Alpha Nu: Responsibility (soldier tf)

The Best Dad (age progression, jock tf, personality tf)

Career Counseling (age regression, jock tf)

Story Archive:

Redneck/Southern TFs:

Country Living

Hunting for City Boys

Twisted Immortality

The Haunted House

End of Summer

Jock/Himbo TFs:

Make it Make Sense

Welcome to the Crew

The New Doctor

What You Wanted

Selection Day

Twink TFs:

Singing a New Tune

Trouble at the Bachelor Party

Movie Night

Christmas Revenge

A Surprise Gift

Otter TFs:

Getting Over Him

Exploring the Tribes

The New Product

Age Progression/Daddy TFs:

A New Daddy

Spring Break Mishap

The Personal Trainer

Coach's Curse

Age Burner

Employee Swim Day

The Reversal Agents

Inanimate TFs:

A Team Player

Renovations Needed

Reversal Agents II: Going Back

No Nut November

Being Supportive

Racial Change TFs:

Unintended Consequences

Someone Like Him

Halloween Stories:

The Demon's Curse

The Haunted House II

The Problem with Sexy Costumes

Halloween Treats

Already in Costume

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Washing Away the Guilt @boysmentfs

New Favorite Brew @johnbrand

[arabellanoctum]

To the newer Transformers fans out there in search of a great fanfic series - I cannot recommend Signature by Arabis & CarsonLane enough. Between the world building, plot & character developement, as well as a unique perspective on human/TF dynamics, it stands (in my opinion) as one of the best written TF fanfics out there. There is hurt/comfort, romance, angst, politics, a whole freaking spectrum of amazing that blends bayverse (ik ik but it only really references the first 2 movies) and TFP into a well written, thorough thought out fanfic.

A few that are just as good - The Echo Garden by AltraViolet, Glory to the Revolution series by iamgoingtoproposetotheastonmartin, Unintended Consequences by PrismPunkie, Botosphere by Deathishtar & Co., and Tender Morsel by Lustrous_Lamniform.

All fics can be found on Ao3, multichapter OR a massive series. ENJOYYYYY!

[yakumtsaki]

Welcome, everyone, to Unions In College: Targaryen edition! That's right, all my fears about the distant cousin dating situation are about to come true and as a sign of things to come, I originally started this update last weekend and then got food poisoning in the middle of it. We've finally reached the point where the Unions are making me actually vomit and not metaphorically! Because of the new pic limit, this is part 1 of the update and I'll post part 2 right after.

We have arrived at La Fiesta and everyone looks simply amazing, especially Barth in his cowboy look. As Felina and Meadow (Fedow??) immediately reconnect, we are greeted by some #MajorDormieDrama:

Apparently a love triangle between Purple Hair Glasses, Awesomely Dressed Raver Dude and Former Blue Dog Shirt has formed right under my nose! It's so moving to see how between Gunther, Cyn and Sophito, we have used and discarded all 3 of these people multiple times over each generation❤️

-Screw you, Former Blue Dog Shirt, I gave you my precious dormie heart and this is how you repay me?? -I'm sorry, Purple Hair Glasses, it's just that we know each other so well that things got stale!

Seriously when did you dormie losers even find the time to develop relationships?? Last few gens we've been staying at the dorms for about 20 seconds each run like wtf.

ANYWAY, let me go give the kids makeovers and definitely not deal with something that will make me think my hood is corrupted and cause me to have a mild heart attack!

CLAIRE WTF ARE YOU DOING HERE

-There's some empty rooms so I'm moving in!

WHAT. YOU'RE LIKE 60YO

-Once a dormie always a dormie! Lakshmi is coming too!

WHAT

-Hi Mom! -Hi sweetie, I'm here to relive my youth!

I don't have any pics after this as I was FREAKING TF OUT. After Claire, Laksmhi aka Blue Meatballs aka ANOTHER 60 YO FORMER DORMIE WHOSE KID IS ATTENDING COLLEGE ALSO MOVED IN. I'm pretty sure if the dorm wasn't at capacity Stacy was also gonna move in, WTF.

Mercifully I resolved this shit by going to the main hood and having everyone's elder birthdays, they were only a few days away anyway, and once they turned into elders they fucked off and new dormies moved in. I think it was some unintended consequence of the no dormie regen mod??? No idea but it was SCARY.

Moving on, I was worried whether Fedow's teen romance was gonna translate to college but I legit didn't even have time to give them makeovers, it's straight to Daniel's old room where all the CC is missing!

-Can you please read the undecorated room and fuck off?

Yes yes, let me catch up with the rest of our beloved dormies..

Oh look, a newly-generated dormie is here, ok, we are safe from the crazed geriatrics!

-Hiiii I'm your new age-appropriate dormie friend :)

-As am I!

I'm so happy to see you guys I'm not even gonna comment on the fact you're both Don clones, will this face template ever stop haunting me?? Well whatever, looks like no dormie marriages for us for a while..

-WHAT?!?!

Omg Miss Havisham I didn't see you there in your bridal veil and underwear, of course we'll marry you!

-Really? You mean it??

Let's move on!

Aww, Fedow is back in love! Note that this happened so fast I still have not been able to give them them their makeovers. Alright Meadow, falling back in love so quickly seals it, you're marrying in!

-YAY🌞

Now it's time to gaze upon your LTW panel and see what awaits me and I'm certain it won't shake me to my very core!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

MEADOW WHAT THE FUCK

Frankly I don't even feel bad for myself, this is what I deserve for violating the 'no family aspiration spouses' rule I instituted after Wyatt. So to recap, Felina wants 3 top-carreer kids and Meadow wants 6 married off ones!! Fml!!!

-You know, Spice, the more I look at your nose the more I think you should invest in a good, wide-brim hat like your father. -The more I look at Meadow's LTW I think you should invest in some birth control.

VERY TRUE. Ok Felina, please fuck off so I can introduce the cousins.

-You're not gonna introduce ME?!

Ya I think people know both you and Bartholomew all too well if anything!

We begin with Spice, Sugar and Claire's shockingly good-looking-until-you-look-at-him-from-the-side-and-see-the-Don-nose son. I gotta give it to Claire's gene's, they put up a heroic fight.

Neat: 10 Outgoing: 6 Active: 10 Playful: 3 Nice: 5 Aspiration: Knowledge  Secondary Aspiration: Fortune One True Hobby: Science LTW: Become Game Designer Major: Art

Introducing this generation's punching bag aka Reginald and Half-Alien-Prof's son, Britannicus. Here he is being hit in the face by a baseball thrown by Barth.

Neat: 9 Outgoing: 9 Active: 7 Playful: 5 Nice: 3 Aspiration: Fortune Secondary Aspiration: Popularity One True Hobby: Fitness LTW: Become Hall of Famer Major: Poli-sci

Julian and Stacy's daughter, Sunsent, whomst we've already met and I LOVE, I'm obsessed with her face.

Neat: 8 Outgoing: 8 Active: 1 Playful: 5 Nice: 7 Aspiration: Popularity  Secondary Aspiration: Pleasure One True Hobby: Cuisine LTW: Become Icon Major: Drama

Meadow, whose teen outfit I actually sat down and converted to adult because none of the existing conversions of this iconic outfit were accurate enough for me!

Neat: 4 Outgoing: 4 Active: 4 Playful: 7 Nice: 6 Aspiration: Family Secondary Aspiration: Pleasure One True Hobby: Nature LTW: Not gonna type it Major: Art

Last but certainly not least, June and Blue Meatball's daughter, Cyan, who is a super nice FREAK just like her mommy. She also has one of the iconic @lamare-sims custom LTWs, make 10k playing poker, I had a lot of fun giving her a stereotypical poker pro makeover huhu

Neat: 9 Outgoing: 3 Active: 8 Playful: 4 Nice: 10 Aspiration: Pleasure Secondary Aspiration: Fortune One True Hobby: Tinkering (she's a Tinker-Union, awww) LTW: Make 10k Playing Poker Major: Math

Cousins aren't the only thing we brought to college with us, as someone also brought over this FUCKING COLD that's been ravaging the neighborhood this entire generation.

I've been tracing this thing and I'm pretty sure it originated in Claire's household where fucking Wilfred came home from work sick and he passed it to Spice, then Spice came over to visit his bum dad Sugar, passed it to the main house, then Sunset came over from school with Barth, got it from the main house and passed it to the June/Julian/Blue Meatballs/Stacy household who then passed it to Daniel's household. So basically the only unaffected house is Gunther and Melody! That's why never seeing your kids is the right call.

We spend our first night skilling as everyone this generation is a complete moron with no skill points. I had both Barth and Felina choose the psychology major as I feel they will need those skills (for vastly different reasons) given their LTW's and Barth wastes no time putting his new charisma skill point to good use!

-YOU SICKEN ME, DON-FACED FUGGO. NOW GO ON A DATE WITH ME

Bro I can't. This is the first LTW so far where I actually feel like I CAN'T DO IT. How tf am I gonna convince 20 sims to sleep with this freakshow?!?!

-Did someone say chin filler??

NO I DID NOT, GUNNAR, GET OUT OF HERE, I'M NOT THAT DESPERATE

-Wooo mama, he can Roque my Gunnar if you know what I mean!!

ABSOLUTELY NOT. We've made some questionable choices in this legacy but Gunnar Roque is where I draw the line, that chin is not entering our gene pool.

-I'm not saying I'll marry him!

OH PLEASE BARTH BE FOR FUCKING REAL. It's been 5 generations of this bullshit, we all know if I let you date him you'll be rejecting every sim and forcing me to marry you to the ugliest and creepiest option. NOT HAPPENING

-Don't worry, Gunnar, I will fight for us!!! -That's fire bro, let me know, I'm around. Peace. -Oh God, we're a match made in heaven! How can you stand in the way of true love??

What? Sorry I spaced out, I seriously can't believe this comparison between your chins. God.

-JUST BECAUSE I'M FIGHTING FOR GUNNAR DOESN'T MEAN I WON'T ALSO FIGHT YOU, BITCH! SNEAK ATTACK! -SAVE ME, MEADOW!

-Lalala, painting pretty pictures for one of my six nurseries🎵☀️

Meadow, I'm getting a distinct feeling that you might turn out to be my worst nightmare??

Anyway, time to invite over placeholder Jimmy Phoenix so we can start the arduous process of getting into our Greek House, Britannicus is up first-

-AND WE DISCOVER HE MIGHT HAVE SOME GUNTHER BLOOD IN HIM AFTER ALL LOL. THIS WAS LITERALLY HIS FIRST INTERACTION WITH HIM, GO BRIT

Boy, that escalated quickly and I think we have Sophito to thank for it. He dumped Jimmy and then forced him to stick around and watch him bang the entire campus, making him desperate enough to go for Britannicus! Family truly means helping each other out❤️

Jimmy lingered here after Britannicus got in in record time, so I seized the opportunity to have everyone befriend him so we can leave this dump asap and move to our own dump.

-So, Jimmy, I'm a pleasure aspiration and if I were to get into the house I'd be constantly throwing parties and inviting all my family! ALL my family, like my uncle Sophito! -Nice try, Cyan, but you're way too late! 10 minutes too late, to be exact, since that's how long I've been an incredibly serious relationship with Britannicus!!

-BRITANNICUUUUUUUUUUUS... THE STARS SHINE UPON YOUR NAME -Oh my.

JIMMY. REIN IT IN, FAM

-I will not!

-So ya, that time with Sophito doesn't count so I can't wait to have my very first woohoo with my lover, Britannicus! -That's great, can I please join the Greek House now? -Oh is that why I'm here? Sure you can!

Alright flops, pack it up, time to fuck off to the Greek House.

-LOVE HAS MADE YOU SOFT, FAILINA -THAT'S A PROBLEM YOU'LL NEVER HAVE, VIRGIN

See you in part 2!

[soul-controller]

Patreon Update (January ‘23)

Hello there everyone, hope everyone is doing well now that the holidays have passed and life has returned to some form of normalcy. Here’s a quick little summary of the stuff I’ve released over on my Patreon over the past month. If any of the following stories intrigue you, please feel free to click on the title so you can sign up for the appropriate tier to read it! I’d love to have you join my Patreon and my Discord community, where you can view exclusive photo captions.

Man Of His Dreams II

Upon taking a potion that was meant to summon his ideal man, Ricardo is shocked to find himself turned into a straight white redneck not too different from those that constantly taunt him around town. As he waited for his friend James to craft up a reversal potion, the man headed to bed. Unfortunately for him, sleeping it off only led to further changes as reality and the man's mind both altered to match his new body...

Tags:  Age Progression, Muscle Growth, Racial Change, Weight Gain, Unintended Consequences, Reality Shift

A New Years’ Meet Cute II

Under the influence of the pub's magical drink, Henry has been unknowingly transformed from an average teacher into a beefy and muscular hunk. With the physical changes now finished, the bartender Greg begins to slowly ask questions and make statements that completely alter Henry's personality and memories. Before long though, Henry's frustration with the bartender soon leads to Greg being accidentally pulled into his own transformation as the duo start 2023 with an all new relationship.

Tags: Mental Changes, Muscle Growth, Reality Shift

Oh, You Dirty Dog II

With his transformation into a dog well underway, Miles is forced to deal with the humiliating loss of not only his masculinity but humanity as well. After six months though, will Miles soon accept his new life or continue to search for a way to get his humanity back?

Tags: Animal, Gender Change, Punishment, Post-TF

…And A Happy New You!

This is the alternate POV of the Have A Muscle Christmas story posted in December. If you enjoy muscle theft / twinkification, this is the story for you!

While normal man Oliver Thomas got his Christmas wish of having a bodybuilder physique granted by stealing Ryan Terry's life, this story follows Ryan as he frantically tries to figure out why his body is losing muscle at a rapid pace. Not only that, but his sexuality is also shifting to where he can only get off to hunky men!

Tags: Muscle Theft, Twinkification, Mental Changes, Reality Shift

S-C Escapes: Austria

When Luke arrives home from his birthday party, he is shocked to find a special gift waiting on his doorstep: a free vacation package to Austria from an anonymous source. Upon verifying its legitimacy, the man packs his bags and departs to explore the European country. Once he arrives at the hotel, Luke decides to forgo the crowded hotel pool and instead travel to a nearby abandoned lake. Upon getting into the water though, the mystical lake begins to transform the man's body into that of a hunky silver-haired DILF…

This is a special 5k commission from Luke DeAn that is an expansion of a September caption posted in my Discord.

Tags: Muscle Growth, Age Progression, Reality Shift

[blipblepbloop]

thinking abt when the good place was like so yeah basically there is no ethical consumption under capitalism and everything you do is going to have some terrible unintended consequences no matter what and the system is so rigged from the start its impossible to be a truly moral and ethical person 100% of the time.

so enjoy whatever tf you want because we're all gonna die one day and none of us is any more ethically or morally superior to anyone else except maybe people actively hurting or wishing hurt upon other people are a bit worse.

[citrusreadstoa]

Reading The Dark Prophecy: Chapter 22 (SPOILERS)

"how you collapsed that brick wall. You should do that more often." I struggle to think of many situations that would be improved by a collapsing brick wall, but hey, if Leo thinks it'll help.

"Leo and Calypso's Garage: Auto Repair and Mechanical Monsters." . . . "It didn't sound like a very funny joke." You had to be there.

"A demigod child of the sewer goddess Cloacina would have been welcome" Holy cannoli, she's real. Wikipedia says, "Cloacina was a goddess who presided over the Cloaca Maxima ('Greatest Drain'), the main interceptor discharge outfall of the system of sewers in Rome.

"trying to avoid flashbacks of my long-ago, unintended trip through a sewage-treatment facility in Biloxi, Mississippi." No, no, I want to see it.

"This runs on a clepsydra lock" CLEPSYDRA (n.): an ancient time-measuring device worked by a flow of water

"videos of Commodus looped over and over on the giant television screens." Ngl that sounds like heaven.

"If you have ever tried to walk while immersed in a swift stream, you know how difficult it is. Also, if you have tried it, then may I ask why?" It's called a water park.

"My least favorite Cornhusker" The Cornhusker thing is funny now that I know he used to challenge people to harvesting contests in his past life.

"blemmyae bulldozers." Are those supposed to be worse than regular bulldozers? Whatever the case, Brieanna was right. They shouldn't remain at the Waystation.

"I had failed once again. I had unwittingly betrayed the location of our safe haven." I wouldn't say that. They wanted the griffins back and they got them. It's not like there was time to check for tracking devices at the zoo. Apollo got got, that's all.

"When can you have the Waystation destroyed?" Lol like it's just another regular chore. Put it down for noon on Wednesday. "Two days?" "TWO DAYS?" Two days is pretty quick. They don't even know what kind of magic is guarding it.

"Incursion at the front gates!" Who tf?

"Perhaps we could take him--three on two?" The two in question are one almost-godly man and one fully suited and armed soldier. Y'all've got squat for armor and hypothermia for a weapon. "Except that we were all about to pass out . . . I decided to stay put." It's for the best.

"Alaric." Was he one of the Germani from The Hidden Oracle? I swear I've heard his name before. "How long has Lityerses had this job?" Oh, the beheader's about to be beheaded.

"try on our racing outfits" What are they racing? The ostriches?

"Meg considered this, then seemed to realize she was thinking" Whoops, can't be caught considering the consequences of your actions in the middle of a life-or-death predicament!

[jariktig]

2, 14, 15?

2. a character whose POV you’re currently exploring

G1 Astrotrain, who I don't really know well enough for what I'm trying to do with him at the moment.

14. where do you get your inspiration?

I'm not sure whether this is actually true, but it's how it feels so...

(a) a fairly large chunk of working other people's conceits through in the way I would to model costs and benefits at work: for example, I've seen people throw in as a background detail that TFs get to choose their own names when they're experienced enough in some sense to do so. How experienced? How does that interact with the wider culture and the role models they have? What do their caretakers/mentors/wider cohort think of it all? How does naming work in the meantime? What do people have to do to manage the upshot of thousands of individual choices made on the same cultural drivers? How does the Iron Law (of unintended consequences) apply?

(b) a chunk of write-what-you-know tangled in with the tropes that come with that setting: Putting on the Glitz is my experiences of May Balls and their associated activities mapped into TF, with an overlay of the kinds of things you see in Oxbridge-setting detective novels of a certain vintage.

(c) I've recently discovered that I actively *like* writing to order - if someone says to me "these characters/this mood" it seems very easy to plan out a plot that fits by wondering what would get them to there.

(d) a very small amount of completely left-field stuff that just wants to write itself - which I guess is really a function of internal processing like a-c above done less consciously, but it feels different.

15. favorite weather for writing

Never really thought about it: I guess the kind of weather that I don't want to be out enjoying (so not thunderstorms or bright cold clear days), but also not the kind of too-hotness that stops me from concentrating. Middling weather, then.

[dangerouslyclassyhottub]

Chapters: 45/50 Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types, The Transformers (IDW Generation One) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Megatron/Rodimus | Rodimus Prime, Rodimus/Thunderclash, Megatron/Rodimus | Rodimus Prime/Thunderclash, background Dratchet, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Rodimus | Rodimus Prime, Megatron (Transformers), Thunderclash (Transformers), Drift | Deadlock, Ratchet (Transformers), Prowl (Transformers), Springer (Transformers), Perceptor (Transformers), Starscream (Transformers), Soundwave (Transformers), Swerve (Transformers), Ultra Magnus, Minimus Ambus, Bumblebee (Transformers), Pipes (Transformers), Riptide - Character, Tyrest (Transformers) Additional Tags: Arranged Marriage, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-War, Developing Relationship, Past Driftrod, past springerrod, past megop, Cheating, Polyamory Negotiations, polyamory is the goal but there is a line that gets crossed, Mutual Pining, autobot/decepticon politics, Sticky Sexual Interfacing, Transformers Spark Bonds, Conjunx Endura, Amica Endurae, Spark Sexual Interfacing (Transformers), Background Relationships, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Humor, Suspense, Frottage, Oral Sex, Self-Servicing, Character Death, Canon-Typical Violence, robot gore, Light Horror Elements

Chapter 45; Seeing Results

Megatron and Rodimus bond.

[captainmalewriter]

Stolen Jockstrap

Adam laid in bed with his nose firmly pressed against a white jockstrap he had stolen from the men’s locker room at the gym. The smell of sweat still lingered in the unwashed cloth. Adam’s audible sniffs filled the bedroom as he indulged in the scent. His hands pawed at his growing member in his sweatpants as he pushed the used jockstrap against his face. Having been raised to never touch what didn’t belong to him, Adam was extremely hesitant to steal the jockstrap from the locker room. But as Adam grew harder and more aroused with every sniff, he was very glad he snatched it. 

“God this smells sooo fucking good!” Adam moaned. While Adam was initially content with just sniffing the used jockstrap and rubbing one out, he got the sudden idea to put it on. Actually wearing the jockstrap never crossed Adam’s mind. While he was originally against the idea, Adam felt an inexplicable urge to put it on as he massaged his cock through his sweats. 

“I’ll just wear it for a little bit…” Adam whispered to himself as he slowly stripped down. His erect dick sprang up as he took off his pants and underwear. He then lifted his leg up and through the hole of the jockstrap. He did the same with the other leg, then pulled the strap up until the cloth cup rested on his groin.

“Damn… This feels so good!” The jockstrap felt cool against Adam’s smooth skin. Being as scrawny as he was, the jockstrap was unfortunately too big for him. It hung loosely over his junk, clearly a size or two too big for him. Wearing a stolen jockstrap was hot in theory, but an oversized strap only killed Adam’s boner once he tried it on. Plus, he was never going to be able to smell the original owner’s cock musk if he was wearing it. 

“Alright, that’s enough of that. Time to continue the real fun.” 

Adam’s hands reached for the elastic waistband sitting on his waist, ready to take it off. However, Adam found he couldn’t pull it down no matter how hard he tried. It was like the jockstrap itself was refusing to come off!

“Huh!? What’s going on? Get off me!!” Aw c’mon Adam, you can’t take me off now! It’s like you said, the real fun’s just getting started!

Adam jolted. He recognized that voice. It was the voice of the guy who owned the white jockstrap. Adam frantically looked around the room but there was no sign of him anywhere. He was completely alone in the room. Then, once a disturbing realization hit him, Adam peered down at the jockstrap. Without Adam’s command, his dick twitched underneath the fabric when he looked at it.

“No… Don’t tell me you’re in the jockstrap… You can’t be serious!!”

That’s right fucker! You stole my clothes, so I’m stealing your body! I think that’s only fair, right?

Adam felt a sudden sharp pain on the tip of his dick. It felt like something was trying to enter the slit of his dick. It was overwhelming. He tried curling up to protect himself. 

Uh uh uh! I don’t think so! Open up those legs for Daddy!!

Without his command, Adam’s legs swung back open. He laid with his arms and legs fully spread like a starfish. Once he was wide open, he felt the owner’s essence slide down the length of his erect member, causing his cock and balls to throb and swell as they grew to accommodate an unexpected guest. 

Alright, I’m in! Get ready Adam!! If you wanna wear my clothes, then you gotta look the part too! Here we goooo!!

Adam felt an otherworldly presence growing inside his body. It filled his fingers, his toes, even his face! Every inch of Adam’s body grew warmer as hair began growing all over his once smooth, thin body. His torso inflated with muscle mass until he had two heavy pecs covered in hair resting on his chest with abs to match too. Adam groaned in pain as his shoulders stretched outwards. He was panting like a dog as his shoulder muscles shifted and contracted until he had the rugged shoulder span of a college linebacker. 

His legs were no exception to the transformation either. Adam’s thighs became drenched in sweat as the spirit possessing him forced the muscles to grow rapidly. His flat ass filled in with mass until he had the nice, firm bubble butt of a man who never skipped leg day. The elastic waistband of the jockstrap strained to keep up with Adam’s transformation. It used to fit him too big, but now it fit justtt right as Adam’s legs became well-defined and toned with muscle. 

All the while Adam’s cock throbbed and pulsed against the jockstrap as blood rushed throughout Adam’s body. His 5 inch pecker grew and swelled under the spirit’s command, making his five incher a hefty 7.5 rod with girth and hair to boot. The warm, stretching sensations Adam was experiencing in his body was a pleasure unlike any he’s ever had. It left him practically begging for release from all the building tension in his body. Once his body transformation was finished, loads of warm spunk came flowing out of his dick and into the jockstrap.

“Ahhhhhh FUCK yeahhhh!!!” Adam, now under the control of the jockstrap’s original owner, let out a deep, bellowing moan that shook the walls of his bedroom. His new, hung cock was twitching as it finished pumping out loads. The new, musclebound Adam smirked as he looked down at his newly possessed body. 

“You like what you see, Adam?” the owner teased. He could still feel and hear Adam’s consciousness somewhere in the back of his mind. “Too bad you can’t enjoy these muscles with me. If only you didn’t steal my shit, then maybe you wouldn’t be trapped inside your own mind right now, such a shame! Oh well… I guess I’ll just have to have fun for you!”

“Adam” hopped off his bed and took a quick selfie before he went out for a night of fun and fucking as revenge against his thief, all while the original Adam was powerless to stop him.

[mrs-lockley]

💞💘🌞

💞 whats a flaw you can overlook about your favorite

santiago garcia has none. jkjk but! it’s been a while since i watched it, but i think one flaw i can overlook is his dedication to things. i know he means well, he wants to bring justice and he wants to do it right, but sometimes even then there are unintended consequences and collateral damage we have to live with. i think it’s his morality that i love and adore about him, but sometimes...things aren’t as black/white and we have to do things we don’t like to protect other people, as much as we don’t want to. and the guilt we live with after ... but i know at the end of the day, he means well. it’s the trauma that follows.

💘 insert yourself into canon for one of the movies and tell us how you’d change the plot

did you mean: the entirety of the the last jedi + the rise of skywalker and triple fronteir? lmao okay so for triple frontier, which i assume most of the tf fandom agrees with, is take out tom from the plot. the mission goes smoothly, they beat lorea without killing anyone, santí goes back to america and meets me and we fall in love and get married and grow old together, the end 😂

🌞 what nicknames do you want your fav to call you

this whole ask is really about santiago garcia huh. um!!! tbh i don’t really know? i mean i do know i just don’t want to expose myself ahjkhsjkgha. but i would say sweetheart and baby are the common ones that i like and think are cute 🥺 just something simple and sweet and affectionate is okay with me. i love to call him darling though (and that’s my tag for him too)!

[averruncusho]

Come to think of it, who tf produces date rape drugs? Is it an unintended consequence and they have medical uses, or are they just illegal?

[prettyboybeau]

when tf are people gonna realize that your actions have consequences! yes, even unintended ones. and yes, even the absence of an action can have unintended consequences.

[mmmoxielady]

I saw the same thing. The Chelonians, KKK, eugenics dude, lemoyne raiders, O'Driscoll's, the mange riddled brood of murfrees, the abandoned building with dead cult members, etc were all examples as a backdrop of the same cultish mentality that enabled Dutch and Hosea to collect and influence vulnerable people. I like to think Dutch and Hosea actually ran some pretty brilliant heists in their early days. When it was just them, Arthur, John, and Susan. Having less people means they could run tighter jobs with less loose ends to fuck it up.

And it'd be age appropriate for younger versions of them to justify it with Robin hood like ideals. I def think they started out that way bc it let them feel in control in a time that was rapidly changing and pretty chaotic. Keep in mind that their gang would have started literally in the 10 years after the civil war. They were old enough that their fathers would have fought in the war. I don't recall if Hosea actually fought in the war. But they had to grow up the children of veterans or fatherless. With no war of their own to define their generation, they grew up in the ruins of a war. So of course a life of robbing the jerks with power would make young disenfranchised men feel empowered. Given how easy it would have been at this time, it'd have been real easy for anybody in that position to let it go to their head.

I think at some point history changed around them, so the same old plans weren't gonna cut it like they used to. And boosted confidence would make them feel capable enough to take on bigger risks. But circumstances got more complicated than Dutch could count on, so unintended consequences would spoil his plans. It's healthy to learn as you age that if there was a simple solution to these problems, it would have been done already. But rather than get humbled and accept that he's not as gifted at criminal strategy as he thought...or that the world is more complicated than is convenient for him, Dutch learns with each failed heist how validating it feels to have people look up to him and need him. That becomes his loot. The shit gave him self-esteem even when the jobs failed. I like to think this is when his morality starts to change. He picks up Evelyn Miller bc it justifies his changing worldview. So he can lie to himself.

I think Dutch was always at odds with himself over having been so successful when he was younger, while falling increasingly shorter as he gets older. I think this is why he starts collecting vulnerable people. Being needed and important to other people became good enough for him. Adding more people that he knows less and less well makes his half-baked plans just unmanageable enough to guarantee that it's gonna fail often enough that they will stay dependent on him. He gets really abusive and lashes out at anyone who holds him accountable for the ways his oversimplified plans failed everybody. Because that undermines the fragile balance propping up his ego. But fucking loves Micah cause Micah is hyping him up in ways that Dutch hasn't earned. Especially when their actions get people killed.

I think Hosea was always wiser and by rdr2 has learned enough from their patterns that Dutch needs to be handled if only to protect his growing congregation. Hosea wanted to be an actor and is lethal at roasting. Cause he's had to be adept at reading people to get this far. He's read too many newspapers to follow Dutch without question. Hosea was always better at doing his homework to keep up with the changes. He wasn't perfect, but he was open to learning. I think by Colter Hosea knows it doesn't matter what he says or thinks cause nobody listens to him the way they listen to Dutch. Hosea is resigned to the fact that either that cough or that gang was gonna get him killed. So he was all, "Imma keep reading my papers, brushing horses, playing dominoes, and reading TF outta everybody in this camp, while I keep y'all alive cause ain't nobody take me seriously until I roast em."

Not to be controversial but it seems some people do not realize how fucked up the Van Der Linde gang is.

It's much like a cult. Dutch and Hosea (yes, Hosea is not 100% pure) go and find vulnerable people (especially KIDS) and recruit them into the gang with the excuse of helping them, just to use them as tools for their crimes and/or helping with the camp chores. They sell their cause as noble but it really only benefits the gang itself ("robbing from the rich"), and Dutch even writes his speeches to try and keep the gang motivated and loyal to him. They even have a Promised Land ™️ allegory (somewhere far west, then Tahiti etc).

And people can't question Dutch. Or they'd only be reminded how much power he has over them. (remember the dialogue on Clemens Point where John is forced to say "yes, Dutch"?)

And it seems every time Dutch calls someone brother or son is only to explicitly express how much he "cares for them as a family" and make them feel guilty if they were not loyal to him or something. Oh and don't forget Hosea is compliant to all of this, he just prefers to scam people instead of starting a shooting.

Alright that's all, I need to sleep, thanks for coming to my TED Talk