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palskippah · 2 months
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Hi, you know those Bowuigi fics where Luigi has to watch over Bowser after he's turned tiny? Love them so much ajskjda
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shitnpiss · 6 months
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Stan's, 18 😌
18. “This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.”
Warning: Stancest, (consensual) mind control. This wasn't how I planned to debut my mind control kink but here you go.
"C'mon, Sixer!" Stanley begs. "Just this one test! We'll use the magic necklace thingies, and you take the test for me!"
"Stanley, I don't want to be complacent in you cheating on a test." Stanford calmly bleats.
"If I don't get an A, I'm gonna flunk the class! I don't wanna take Ms. Tanner's class again..." Stan shivers at the thought.
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A few weeks before this was the brothers' fall break from school. One of those days, they decided to go down to the beach. While trailing the shore, they came across the cave where they originally found the Stan-o-War. They had been going back and exploring the cave every now and then for the past five years, and each time, they found something new. This time, something shiny struck the corner of Stan's eye - two necklaces made up of tiny metal chains, one gold and one silver. Ford put on the silver necklace, Stan followed with the gold necklace.
"These are some pretty classy chains, eh S-" Stan suddenly froze as he put the necklace over his head.
"Uhh... Stanley?" Ford tried to get his brother's attention, but Stan just stared off into the distance. He waved his hand in front of Stan - nothing. "Stanley..." Ford pat Stan on the shoulder, and jumped slightly when he felt something weird... almost as if he felt his own hand on Stan's shoulder?
Ford poked Stan on the cheek and felt it again... he felt his own finger poke Stan's cheek. He could feel what Stan felt? Ford tried to feel any more sensations from Stan's body, and suddenly, realized he could see out of Stan's eyes! He turns to look at himself through Stan's eyes - WAIT! Ford just moved Stan's neck. Ford commanded his hand to reach out towards Stan, then moved Stan's hand to touch Ford's - it was just like moving his own arm. Ford, though Stan's eyes, looked at their touching hands. He then looked at the scene again from his own eyes, as if he never even switched to gazing through a different pair of eyes.
"Woah..." Ford quietly exclaimed through both brothers' mouths. They found chain necklaces with the power to control minds.
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Ford sighs. Even though Ms. Tanner likes him as a student, he doesn't like Ms. Tanner either. He could say that about plenty of teachers at Glass Shard Beach High School, but Ms. Tanner is especially a displeasure to have in class. “This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.”
A grin spreads across Stan's face at hearing his brothers approval. Just one last test that "he" takes and Stan can finish the semester rest assured that afterward, he won't have to spend another class period with Ms. Tanner again.
"One condition:" Ford interrupts Stan's silent celebration. "After the school day ends, I take us to the bathroom at the end of the hallway and... have some fun." He smirks at Stan. Ford can't resist playing around with his brother's body when it's all his. Stan imagines himself and Ford, hidden in a stall, in the least visited Boy's bathroom in the school after most of the students have left for the day, blacked out, completely unaware of what his brother is making him do, and unable to do anything to stop it. He returns Ford's smirk, excited to be used by his twin in exchange for taking the test for him.
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Stan approaches Ford at his locker after class ends. Ford takes the necklace off of Stan - using Stan's hands - and once it is removed, he snaps out of Ford's influence.
"Ahh- How did you- I do, Poindexter?"
"I'm confident I- you answered most of them right... I think you'll get the A you need, Stanley" Ford offers a warm grin, happy that his brother won't have to suffer through Ms. Tanner's class after the semester is over.
"YE-HEAH!" Stan yells in excitement. He quickly glances around to make sure no teachers or administrators are in earshot distance. "FUCK Tanner!"
Ford chuckles at his brother's excitement. He wishes he had the guts to air his distaste for some teachers that openly. Speaking of teachers he had a distaste for... "Well, I need to get to English. Are you ready for... after class?" Ford smirks at his brother.
"You know it! I'll see ya there." Stan returns the smirk before Ford walks off.
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Stan is in front of Ford in the stall, wearing the gold chain, completely under his control. Ford uses Stan's hands to unzip and remove Stan's jacket. He takes it from his hands and hangs it up on the hook mounted on the stall door. He's now met with Stan wearing a snugly fitting white t-shirt, accentuating his perfect mix of muscle and chub, with the necklace as a tasteful garnish on top. Ford just stands there, drinking the sight of his twin brother. He can do anything with Stan - he already took a test as Stan, but now the real test - what was he going to do with Stan at his disposal?
Stan's arms raise and he beings rubbing his distinct chest. Ford loves how easily he just moved his brother's big hands across his also big chest. He moves them downwards to make Stan caress his nicely round belly - so much nicer than any other jock at school who had abs instead, Ford thought.
On the thought of Stan's tummy, Ford sits him down on the toilet seat before kneeling down himself to plant his face right into Stan's stomach. It's like heaven - one of the best pillows he's ever felt. It's like the many nights where, after their parents went to sleep, Ford snuck down to Stan's bunk and they cuddled, sharing warmth on especially cold nights, and often Ford would be using Stan's tummy as a pillow. The only difference this time is that Stan is even more indistinguishable from a pillow - he has just about the same amount of autonomy as a pillow, he is about as mindless as a pillow, and like a pillow, Ford could do anything he wanted to him. Speaking of, as Ford relishes the feeling of Stan's warm fat against his cheek, he feels something hard against his chest. He looks down at Stan's groin and realizes something else he wants to do - he's already in the perfect position for it.
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theawesomeninja-xd · 11 months
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@tmnt-crossover-polls
I'm making the gifts!
But it's taking way too long for no reason.
So here's a meme while you wait. ^_^
We're no babysitters:
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Stronger together:
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kochei0 · 2 months
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I turn to Ares.
Thanks to Tyler Miles Lockett who allowed me to draw inspiration from his ARES piece for page 2! Look at his etsy page it's SICK
⚔️ If you want to read some queer retelling of arturian legends have a look at my webtoon
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nosongunsung11 · 7 months
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collection of posts for a very specific dynamic
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owlpellet · 7 months
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i thought my laptop was on its last leg because it was running at six billion degrees and using 100% disk space* at all times and then i turned off shadows and some other windows effects and it was immediately cured. i just did the same to my roommate's computer and its performance issues were also immediately cured. okay. i guess.
so i guess if you have creaky freezy windows 10/11 try searching "advanced system settings", go to performance settings, and uncheck "show shadows under windows" and anything else you don't want. hope that helps someone else.
*yes sorry i mean usage i posted this before bed :( i do not mean the hard drive is full aaaaghhhh
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opiumvampire · 4 months
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fuck w me
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gaylactic-fire · 3 months
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jonnywaistcoat · 3 months
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I low-key love the fact that sci-fi has so conditioned us to expect to be hanging out with a bunch of cool space aliens, that legitimate, actual scientists keep proposing the most bizarre, three-blunts-into-the-rotation "theories" to explain the fact we're not.
Some of my favourites include:
Zoo Theory: What if there are loads of aliens out there, but they're not talking to us because of the Prime Directive from Star Trek? (Or because they're doing experiments on us???)
Dark Forest Theory: What if there are loads of aliens out there, but they all hate us and each other so they're all just waiting with a shotgun pointed at the door, ready to open fire on anything that moves?
Planetarium Theory: What if there's at least one alien with mastery over light and matter that's just making it seem to us that the universe is empty to us as, like, a joke?
Berserker Theory: What if there were loads of aliens, but one of them made infinite killer robots that murdered everyone and are coming for us next?!!
Like, the universe is at least 13,700,000,000 years old and 46,000,000,000 light years big. We have had the ability to transmit and receive signals for, what, 100 years, and our signals have so far travelled 200 light years?
The fact is biological life almost certainly has, does, or will develop elsewhere in the universe, and it's not impossible that a tiny amount of it has, does, or will develop in a way that we would understand as "intelligent". But, like, we're realistically never going to know because of the scale of the things involved.
So I'm proposing my own hypothesis. I call it the "Fool in a Field" hypothesis. It goes like this:
Humanity is a guy standing in the middle of a field at midnight. It's pitch black, he can't move, and he's been standing there for ages. He's just had the thought to swing his arms. He swings one of his arms, once, and does not hit another person. "Oh no!" He says. "Robots have killed them all!"
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flouryhedgehog · 4 months
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Turning off the reblogs on this. At the time I wrote it, it felt like what I needed to say. There's not as much activity on the post now, but when there is, I feel...sort of hollow. We're so far past the point where this even means anything.
Y'all remember "cops aren't supposed to kill guilty people, either", right?
Palestinians who have done something wrong don't deserve to die beneath the rubble of their homes.
Palestinians who have done something wrong don't deserve to be shot with expanding bullets that cause massive tissue damage leading to amputation.
Palestinians who have done something wrong don't deserve to have their flesh burned away with white phosphorous.
Palestinians who have done something wrong don't deserve their fishing boats blown up.
Palestinians who have done something wrong don't deserve to see their husbands and fathers executed in front of them along evacuation routes.
Palestinians who have done something wrong don't deserve an anonymous phone call threatening to destroy their lives and families.
Palestinians who have done something wrong don't deserve to be detained for years without charges.
Palestinians who have done something wrong don't deserve to be tortured, starved, and sexually assaulted in prison.
Palestinians who have done something wrong don't deserve to be deprived of water.
Palestinians who have done something wrong don't deserve their olive trees to be uprooted while they look on.
Palestinians who have done something wrong don't deserve sixteen years of blockade.
Palestinians who have done something wrong don't deserve to be prevented from traveling for lifesaving medical care.
Palestinians who have done something wrong don't deserve this genocide.
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spiderversegf · 4 months
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“what have you been up to lately?” i don’t leave the house
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liquidstar · 6 months
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If my mom sees a significant amount of blood she gets lightheaded, and has fainted on some occasions. Once it happened when we were kids, I wasn't there to witness it but I heard the story from my dad. Basically my brothers, around 7 or 8 at the time, were playing outside while my mom was making their lunch, and she accidentally cut her finger. It wasn't anything serious, but it drew a fair bit of blood and she passed out. My dad saw this and rushed over, but he didn't really know what to do so he just sort of started slapping her to wake her up (not recommended, but he had no idea and panicked)
At that exact moment my brothers both came in from playing, and all they saw was our mom unconscious on the floor and our dad slapping her. So, like, without even saying a word to each other they both just INSTANTLY start whaling on him, like, full blown attack mode to defend our mom. Which obviously didn't help the situation, but she did wake up and everything was fine.
Now our dad says that he's actually really glad they attacked him over what they thought was going on, because it means he raised good boys. And I still think that's true, they're very good boys.
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diabloku · 1 month
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king of rizz™ 🥂
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pien-art · 12 days
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izutsumiiiiiiii. kitby
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skrunksthatwunk · 16 days
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see 0 note flop posts aren't that bad when they're personal but 0 note fandom posts feel literally so bad. like if you don't wanna play toys with me anymore just say that. i'll pack up my super cool awesome things and go and i'll sit on the other side of the playground by myself and i won't even look at you. fuck
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pirateprincessjess · 18 days
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When I was a kid my family pretended to get raptured so I would think I was left behind on earth while they all went to heaven.
I was like 8 years old and my sister and mom had gotten really into the Left Behind novels (bible fan fic about the rapture). In the books when the rapture happened the clothes that people were wearing when they got raptured were left behind in neatly folded piles.
One day when I was getting home from school my family decided that they would leave piles of neatly folded clothes around the house, and then hide in the basement.
The intended effect was that I would get home and see the clothes then, think that my family had been raptured and that I wasn’t good enough to get into heaven… or something?
The problem was that I had never read these books, and didn’t really think about the rapture very often. There was no reason that I would see some laundry on the floor and think “The rapture happened and I’ve been abandoned by God! I’ll never see my family again!! Oh nooo!!!!”
I just sat down and watched cartoons and eventually my family got bored and revealed that they were all hiding in the basement.
It’s a good thing I didn’t understand the joke, otherwise that shit would have been traumatic.
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