𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 .
─── DORKSTTR . an independent , private , highly - headcanon based STEVE HARRINGTON from netflix’s stranger things . loved by ziggy , est 2019 / revamped june 2022 .
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private & selective , stede bonnet , headcanon based , our flag means death canon flexible. studying themes such as : human nature , undying devotion , nature versus nurture , found family , wanderlust , self discovery , broken promises , & new beginnings.
adored by darian ( 25 , she/they , pst )
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i have not abandoned ed i s2g ! i just finished s4 of stra.nger things and the steve muse is v v high so i’ll likely be there for a bit but i hope to be here sometime this week to do replies ! < 3
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f*ck with my muse
send a number, get a drabble. caution: blood, torture, lots of violence.
1: dangle my muse over the edge of a building
2: break any bone(s) in my muse’s body
3: slap my muse
4: punch my muse
5: drug my muse
6: shoot my muse
7: stab my muse
8: pour salt in my muse’s wound(s)
9: strangle my muse
10: step on my muse’s finger(s)
11: wake my muse with bright lights
12: hold my muse’s head under water
13: burn my muse
14: make my muse listen to loud, high-pitched noises
15: spit in my muse’s face
16: beat my muse to a bloody pulp
17: hit my muse with a vehicle
18: throw an object at my muse
19: follow my muse
20: leave my muse out in the cold
21: withhold food from my muse
22: place a cup of water just out of my muse’s reach
23: trip my muse
24: insult my muse
25: scar my muse
26: frighten my muse
27: grab a fistful of my muse’s hair
28: knee my muse in the gut
29: force my muse to stay awake
30: lock my muse in a room
31: watch my muse collapse and do nothing
32: grip my muse’s wrists
33: hit my muse over the head with a blunt object
34: force my muse to their knees
35: force my muse to their feet
36: bite my muse
37: knock a few of my muse’s teeth loose
38: poke and prod at my muse’s injuries
39: send a disturbing package to my muse
40: poison my muse
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𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 , 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐒𝐀𝐓 .
an independent , highly headcanon based
portrayal of steve harrington from stranger things ,
haunted by ziggy .
est. 2019 , revamp. may 2022 .
promo credit in the source link!
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ALSO . . . . i’m bringing steve harrington back bc i CAN so he’ll be on his solo blog again @dorksttr
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ok ok i am ! back :) hello all i got far too dr.unk on my birthday and was knocking on deaths door yesterday but we back at it today
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PIRATRESS .
❛ well who the fuck do we have to blame for that ? ❜ lucius snapped out , voice barbed & scathing , turning away from where he’d been examining the only remaining semblance of personality in the room ; stede’s lighthouse painting. lucius’s bitter expression soured further at edward’s final remark , glare burning practical holes into the wasted man , upper lip twisting into the faintest of snarls. god , he could’ve seen the world. he was going to ; him & pete had plans , ones he wanted to tell fang about , in hopes that the three of them could head off together , start a new life , see everything the world had to offer. but no. no , instead , he’d drowned , his body somewhere nobody would ever find him , & no one knew what happened. he’s missing. a mysterious disappearance , one leaving fang confused , & pete .. well. he hadn’t seen pete since edward has marooned him & the crew on that island , so who knows if he even knew he was missing. dead. gone , hopefully never forgotten.
❛ i look fantastic in blue , actually. it’s the dead body blue that isn’t exactly my shade. thanks for that , by the way. cheers. ❜ if tones of voices could kill , that would’ve been it. teeth gritted , before slowly sinking down onto the floor to sit beside edward , legs crossed , glaring down at him with an indescribable amount of disdain , before heaving a slow sigh. ❛ so. when are you going to grow a fucking backbone & tell fang what happened to me ? he misses me. ❜
rhetorical question is left unanswered to hang heavy in the stale air of his the cabin , teeth sinking into the meat of his palm in some effort to anchor him to the land of the living . a pinch , anything to free him from torment ( rightly deserved ! ) . when the familiar stab of pain does nothing to erase the soaked specter , a sigh slithers from within aching chest , eyes drawn to the lighthouse lucius took such interest in . REMINDER AFTER FUCKING REMINDER OF WHAT HE’D LOST . yet , he couldn’t bring himself to throw it out like all the other fine things that once littered the room ( couldn’t bring himself to throw out the clothes either , hidden as they were behind trick doors ) . out of sight , out of mind , right ? .
“ whatever helps you sleep at night , MATE . ” such vitriol to roll from broken man ! unable to voice the thousands of regrets left to linger between them for eternity , all that was left was hatred . for himself , for anyone unfortunate enough to cross his path of destruction . there was no forgiveness for a man like him , no peace , why bother asking for something that would never come to be ? eyes finally sway , unsteady and glossy , from the lighthouse to the face peering down at him with undisguised disgust . “ probably fuckin’ never . for all they know , izzy finally got tired of you . ” he couldn’t bare to think of fang ( sweet , caring , far too kind fang ) staring at him with the same disgust he’d seen on so many faces .
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LOVECRUST .
“not friends, i assume?” snow smiles and watches as the man bends to peer rather pointedly into the basket ; his curiosity is met with a soft laugh and the basket being hiked up so he can see into it without having to fold himself over to see. “it’s poultices, mostly. i make them and someone on that ship must have caught word of it.” it was quite the walk from her cottage to port, and the game path that branches off the main one and leads to her home is small and hidden - - - someone must have given her a rave review, but it is also a little worrying - she likes her privacy. wouldn’t do to have the place swarming with sailors.
“a few salves, too. i suppose such things must be helpful in your shared line of work.” snow wouldn’t know. she uses the things so rarely herself - - - injury does not find her often in the wood, and if it does it seems to heal fast. they are kept stocked in case of haggard travelers or to bring to the market to sell. “that would be wonderful, thank you. which is yours?” pale gaze shifts to the rows of ships with blatant curiosity.
“ they’re a useless bunch of dickheads , let’s just say that . ” not friends , not enemies ( just absolute disgraces to the good name of piracy ! ) it’s with careful fingers , feather light in their touch , that he pokes about the various bottles . there’s a lingering curiousity , a desire to prod further and further , but he refrains . straightening back to his full height , edward clears his throat and makes a sweeping gesture back towards the docks .
“ you could say that , i suppose . i know i have my fair share of aches and pains these days . ” though that could be attributed to age ( and decades of mistreatment of his body ) more than injuries , though he had his fair share . stepping over a snoring sailor , he offers gloved hand to the lady to assist . “ mines the one at the far end . hard to miss . ” eyes twinkle at the sight of beloved ship , flag waving proudly in the brisk ocean winds .
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LITEHOUSE .
while the alley off of a busy new york street isn’t any quieter than the party stede stepped out of, it’s a different kind of noise. the sound of traffic and the hustle and bustle of a busy city is one happening around him, and not one in which he participates; the din of polite laughter, business talk, and meaningless chatter takes much more out of him. and it has been taking for a long time.
no sooner had he been able to breathe and clear his head, did a clearly inebriated man approach from further down the alley, throwing a few barely-disguised, mocking insults in stede’s direction.
thankfully, due to the intervention of another man, it doesn’t last long, and stede watches the first walk away with a scrunched nose, before turning to the second with a faint smile. “ that’s quite alright… hold on- ” stede pauses, eyeing the man a moment as recognition washes over him. ed and jack? lips part in surprise. “ are you edward teach? ”
eyes don’t stray from the hotel entrance until jack’s stumbling shadow had disappeared completely , meeting the fair - haired mans once more with a grimace that could only possibly pass as a smile . of course he was going to be recognized . “ yup , that’s me . edward teach , born on a beach ! sorry again about jack though , he’s a mean little fucker when he’s drunk . ” he was a mean little fucker sober too , but he didn’t need to bother this man with that small detail . by the looks of it , he had far better things to get onto if the Versace suit told him ANYTHING .
smile softens , taking on that picture perfect shine as hand tugs through tangled salt & pepper curls . couldn’t be seen being rude to fans , hornigold would have his balls . “ i won’t keep you long , looks like jack interrupted you on your way somewhere . if you’re late , tell ‘em it was my fault . ” as much as he’d love to hold the pretty blonde hostage !
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ROYALSEA .
SHE GIVES A SIGH – long , theatrical , and paired with a roll of eyes . sometimes , pirates would be foolish , going about under presumed fear due to something as silly as a reputation . it was lialeth’s least favorite part of piracy , though something more accurately attributed to men in general as she has come to learn . she may be at gunpoint , but the princess knows better than to expect death – at least one so quick , anyway . with a story as widespread as the man before her , she was at least hoping for a bit more dramatic flare . seafoam hues travel slowly to the gun and back up to his face , a single brow lifting upwards . “ i do . that’s why i’m being critical . ” and if it wasn’t for the threat to her life and the attitude she possesses , it might even come across as sincere . “ i was expecting something … better . ”
DISMISSAL SETS TEETH ON EDGE , back molars grinding at the clear disregard of years of work . a reputation built from nothing , built on the pyres of lesser men ! dismissed as casually as one would an insect , batted thoughtlessly from view . “ what can i say , it’s been a slow week . didn’t have the supplies for a proper bit of fuckery , as it were . ” each word is hissed through bared teeth , syllables bitten out like poison as gun remains steady . unwavering in its aim . “ was the capture of your ship not impressive enough ? ”
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y’all truly are not ready because ALL my past muse Babeys are about to get evicted with new seasons coming out 🖤 ed is still strong, st s4 is out, anak.in may make a comeback with obi-wan out, umbre.lla academy is back near the end of the month which means Klaus !!!
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cant wait for my steve harr.ington muse to come screaming back when i start season 4
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WHSPRHOUSE .
IT’S ABSURD, but israel has nothing to lose. dead mother, dead father, too far from home to ever return. no prospects, dead crew — && the threat of death himself, should he refuse.
it’s not death that frightens him, however. it’s the darkness — he has seen light, && he cannot imagine ever looking away, even if it blinds him.
“i—” israel looks at hand outstretched, at blood-spattered features, at wild eyes that soften when they meet his own. he swallows. “s’pose i could do that, yeah.”
hand clasps in edward’s suddenly, tightly, && he grins back in a way that doesn’t quite look natural on him, as if he never learned how to smile. “i’ll follow you.”
VICTORY ! as sweet as any stolen cake , melting like sugar on his tongue as palm collides with his own . fingers curl around the offered appendage , strong and sure in their grip as the boy is tugged from his crouch and to his side with one swift pull . “ just think , izzy , of all the damage the two of us can do . ” eyes are bright , sparkling with something not quite right as arm comes to wrap loosely ‘round thin shoulders . “ we’re going to make a great team , i just fuckin’ know it , mate . ”
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i said i was on semi - hiatus and that IS true but i did manage to pop in and do some drafts so there’s stuff to post over the weekend while i manage my event & celebrate my birthday on the 30th !
if you would like to start writing once i’m back , give this a like and i’ll either send u some memes or hit you up for plotting !
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@spphirrgue ─── lounged across him like, hand dramaticly placed to her forehead. " im absolutely bored, edward, I might lose myself if im not entertained. "
smile is hidden behind a large glass of whiskey , eyes shining with the force of withheld amusement . “ whatever will i do if that happens . what can i do for you , love ? ” the pet name falls easily from his lips , like honey dripping from forked tongue ! the snake in the grass , tamed by the lady wandering his gardens . weak to her wills , folding to her every whim should it bring a smile to angelic visage ( should it keep her from leaving ! ) . “ perhaps you could try your hand at tattooing ? i’ve got some room on my shoulder . ” words are half - joking , though the thought of being at her mercy does send a tingle along his spine .
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PIRATRESS .
a roll of his eyes was offered to edward’s halfhearted compliment , bordering on insult. you are a strange lot. not that strange , just because most of them weren’t super keen on blood or death , it didn’t make them too weird , right ? eyes linger on the man as he continued , head tilting slightly to the side as he watched , the edge of his tongue rolling against the backs of his teeth. christ , did he actually find edward attractive ? no. definitely not. pfft. well , maybe. possibly. the scribe paused his sketch briefly to eye the pirate with a slightly raised brow , tapping the end of his charcoal onto the wood of the deck , shaking the loose black flakes from his utensil before starting again , this time on his tangled mane of gray & black hair.
lucius hesitated , before gently continuing , not looking up from his art as he continued drawing. ❛ mhm , exactly. so .. go easy on stede , a little , when it comes to pirate lessons. i don’t think he can quite stomach actual torture , but .. if pushed , he could probably be mean enough to make someone cry. ❜ only if really pressured , though. sometimes he swore there wasn’t a mean bone in stede’s body , which didn’t bode well for him , not out here. he felt edward’s eyes on him , but he didn’t look up. he was allowed to worry about his friend.
he lingers , unmoving , steadfast in his gaze upon the heavens above even as lucius speaks once more . the sound is muffled , lost to him for several moments as he considers the shape of clouds rolling gently across the star speckled sky . after several beats , uttered speech finally registers , pulling a soft sound of surprise from deep within his chest . was that a warning ? “ what’s the saying . . . you never know until you try ? even you don’t know what he could be capable enough if pushed . ” even as he speaks , he doubts it himself . stede was . . . a different breed . gentle , kind , brave . a bundle of contradictions wrapped within the finest silk .
finally , head lolls back into place , warm chocolate gaze settling heavily upon the younger male as he stares resolutely down upon ever - present sketchbook . “ i didn’t know i could do it until i HAD to , mate . the sea’ll change you . ” cryptic words spoken softly , nearly lost to the wind as he shifts upon the railing .
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