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faytelumos · 1 year

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Rescue

I have absolutely no idea why I hadn't planned on posting this.

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Hero closed the fridge door again, empty-handed. Their options were meager and time-consuming, and they didn't have the energy tonight.

They limped to the cupboard and opened it, their eyes falling to the crackers. They pulled out the box, and it felt like they were on their last sleeve. They… could probably hold off. It was late enough by now they could just go to bed. They could save the crackers for breakfast. If they combined it with a coffee, they could probably make it through to the afternoon.

They set the crackers back in the cabinet and closed the door. They flicked off the lights as they hobbled past, keeping a hand along the wall for stability and guidance. Their stomach growled despondently, and they limped into their room. Falling into bed was a relief, and they were exhausted enough to fall asleep within half an hour.

Their front door opened.

Hero flinched awake, heart pounding, ears straining. Was it a dream? Were they imagining—

Someone was moving in their living room. In their kitchen.

Hero slowly got out of bed, trembling, breathing hard. They strained, avoiding putting their weight on their bad leg, and did their best to sneak to the door. They turned the handle carefully as the intruder opened their fridge. Ha, were they only here to steal groceries? Then they came to the wrong apartment.

The light was on in the kitchen. Hero braced a hand on the door, moving slowly, deliberately. Closer, quietly, so they could see the open fridge door—

Villain turned away from the fridge, grabbed a jug of milk off of the floor, and turned to put it in the fridge.

Hero stared as Villain packed eggs and ground beef and a head of lettuce and a bunch of carrots into the fridge. They looked to the front door, which was again closed, to the doorframe that looked perfectly intact. They looked to the grocery bags, to the meat and vegetables on the counter, next to the stove.

"Are you going to keep hiding like a shadow?" Villain asked, closing the fridge and putting away pasta and rice and condiments. Hero hesitated before limping into the light.

"What are you doing here?" Hero said lowly. They tried their best to stand upright, to be threatening. If the organization knew they'd let Villain into their home, there'd be hell to pay.

Villain paused, then looked over their shoulder at Hero.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" They shook their head, turning back to the cupboards. "Get off that ankle." Hero bristled.

"Get out of my house," they threatened. Villain wiggled their fingers and ooed mockingly.

"Oh, my, I'd better not cross the starving, injured, sleep-deprived Hero." They packed away a loaf of bread. "I'd be in for a real thrashing."

"I mean it!"

Villain closed the cabinet door sharply, looking directly at Hero. Hero flinched at the sharp sound and movement.

"Sit. Down."

"Make me," Hero whispered. They knew they weren't good for a fight right now, but if they didn't try—

Villain marched straight for them. Hero took up a modified stance, keeping their weight off of their bad leg, and when Villain got to them they struck. Villain deflected the blow with ease and then grabbed Hero sharply by the ear.

"Ow! Ow!"

"Shut up."

Villain pushed them back into a chair, then went for the stove. They turned on the heat and drizzled some oil Hero didn't own into a pan. Hero watched, a little mesmerized, as Villain started cutting up an onion. They did something weird, not cutting it all the way through on one side, and they didn't so much as sniffle as they chopped it up into little pieces. Then they dumped it into the pan, and Hero listened to it sizzle as Villain got started on a tomato.

"What are you doing?" Hero asked again. Villain barely spared a look over their shoulder.

"I'm making you something to eat." Hero blinked, breathing deeper around the tension in their chest.

"W-why?" Villain dumped the diced tomato into the pan next, then grabbed some spices Hero had never seen before.

"Because you can't heal a sprained ankle on crackers and soda."

Hero looked down at the tabletop. Why was Villain doing this? Was this a ploy? It had to be a trick; they wanted something. If Hero ate this, they'd owe Villain.

"Whatever it is you want me to do, I won't," they rasped.

"You mean eat a proper fucking meal?" Villain said smartly without turning. They stirred the veggies Oh, jeez, it already smelled great.

"This is a trick," Hero whispered.

"The only trick is getting the horse to drink water," Villain replied. Hero's stomach growled loudly at that moment. There was barely anything in the pan and it already smelled amazing.

"I, you can't fool me," Hero tried weakly. "I'm, you can't just buy me with food." Villain laughed, throwing their head back slightly as they did.

"Oh, baby," Villain chuckled, looking to Hero in the weak light, "even if you were right, you'd be wrong." They just kept chuckling, and Hero watched as they opened up a package of ground beef.

Hero watched, once again hypnotized by the sight of Villain's cooking. They added in the meat and continued to stir intermittently, adding more spices and smelling the pan along the way. The kitchen was soon full of the warm, mouth-watering scent of it, and Hero's stomach growled desperately.

There was a catch. There had to be a catch. Six hours ago, Villain was dancing around Hero like they were a mere pest. The fight had been over almost before it started, and Villain had walked all over them. And now they were here, in the middle of the night, chopping cilantro on their counter.

But, God, it smelled so good. And Hero was so hungry. When was the last time they'd had a proper meal? With more than two food groups?

"What do you want?" Hero rasped. "For the food?"

"I want you to stop asking me stupid questions." Hero shut their mouth, watching the quick way Villain roughly cut the greens. They were more precise with the lettuce next, and then they stirred the pan again before producing taco shells and warming them in the steam from the meat. A moment later, they opened a bag of shredded cheese.

Hero sat silently as Villain flicked off the heat and scooped the meat into the shells. They sprinkled on some cheese and cilantro and a more generous amount of lettuce, producing four tacos in quick succession. They set them down, dug a plate out from a cupboard, and then Hero was looking at four hot, loaded tacos right in front of them.

They didn't spare another thought to the cost, lifting up the first carefully. They took a bite, mindful of the loose way it was all packed.

It was amazing. Warm and just barely spicy and crisp and soft and crunchy and —

Hero took another bite, and another. They were halfway into the second when Villain sat down before them.

"At least someone appreciates my cooking," Villain grumbled. Hero slowed down, the reality coming back to them now. They swallowed what they had and put the taco back down, and Villain's sharp eyes snapped to their face. "If you ask me one more time what I want from you, I'm going to strangle you," they growled.

Hero snapped their mouth shut again.

"I don't want anything from you," Villain growled. "You need someone to take care of you. Because the people who employ you clearly don't." Hero frowned.

"They're good to me."

"Then why did they let you fight me on a sprained ankle?" Hero opened their mouth to mention the shortage of heroes lately. "Why do they continue to postpone your weigh-ins?" Hero faltered. How did Villain even know about that? "Why do they pay you in peanuts?" Hero gritted their teeth. "Why don't they send someone to check on you? To make sure you're okay? Why don't they have you in therapy?"

Hero looked down, their vision. They didn't know how to ask for a raise. And they'd called to see a therapist so many times. But nobody cared. Nobody ever took the time to care.

Hero sniffled, reaching up and covering their face. Villain shifted, and then Hero was being pulled into a tight hug.

"You're worth more than this," Villain hissed, their arms wrapped around Hero's head. "You don't deserve this. I can see it wearing you down."

Hero gritted their teeth, fighting the tears, but their throat was beyond sore now, and they sniffed and shook in Villain's tight hold.

"All I want," Villain rumbled, "is for you to get what you deserve. Because it's not those shit stains at the organization."

Hero whimpered softly, losing the fight with their tears. Villain let go and knelt down, and they wiped away Hero's tears with both hands as Hero sat and shook and sniffled pathetically. Villain looked over their face, hands on their cheeks, and Hero closed their eyes as Villain leaned in, kissing their forehead firmly.

"I meant it when I said I'm not fighting you anymore," Villain said against their skin. "I can't keep facing someone who doesn't deserve my wrath." They kissed Hero again, firmer this time, and Hero put their hands over Villain's. Villain pulled back, wiping at another tear. "Now eat your damned food," they whispered.

Hero nodded, sniffing, and slowly turned to their plate again. They continued to eat through the threat of tears, sniffing and struggling to swallow past the lump in their throat.

It was the best food they'd ever had.

#Fayte writes #hero and villain #hero x villain #writeblr #writing #tacos #I probably decided I didn't achieve the feeling I was going for #which is eating with a face packed full of emotion #because I've eaten through tears before and it's definitely a whole thing #but I still think this is good enough to share #even if it didn't actually end up being as good as I wanted #barely edited #caretaker villain

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underwittingly · 9 months

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An expression flickered across Tom’s face so quickly that he couldn’t read it. “I won’t do it again,” he said after a beat, sounding far less flippant than he had before. He was on top of Draco, a knee on each side of his hips, one hand still on his shoulder from rolling him over, the other on the pillow beside his head. He was, well, not warm but solid, real. It was difficult to be angry with him when he was so close.

ch 8 - Alley Cat by @the-paper-monkey

#my art #tom riddle #draco malfoy #tomdraco #CAN I JUST SAY THIS IS MY FAVOURITE FIC EVER 100/10 #i love you and i hate you author for writing this fic and all ur other fics and pulling me into taco rarepair hell ><><><><#they were so CUTE in this scene ?djbefj:MKFndkfm;#draco is so oblivious and cute wtsksjnf #thank this fic for pulling me out of a huge artist block #amen #fic rec

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writers-hq · 2 years

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God tier literary magazine

#taco bell quarterly #writing

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teecupangel · 10 months

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Desmond dies, ends up in the past but becomes a crewmate from among us! Just thinking of space bean! Desmond hiding in the assassin's hood gives me life (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍)..... orrr he's secretly an imposter who doesn't know he's one who then stabbed a templar because he felt like it

I kinda wanna draw Desmond doing an Assassination as an amongus but I didn't have any more time left for today sooooo...

Have this amongus!Desmond with a mini-amongus!Altaïr.

The idea is that the mini-amongus will keep following Desmond and would keep changing into any of his ancestors as 'it' has taken Desmond's Bleeding Effect so Desmond is 100% sane.

Only...

He's technically an imposter as he's not from the Among Us universe and can kill anyone using his hidden blade that just appears out of nowhere.

The Among Us crew members are all employees of Abstergo, the ship is meant to colonize a peaceful planet and Desmond is venting and killing to save an innocent civilization from the incoming missionaries of colonization and capitalism.

#i had sooo much fun drawing this #but also this absolutely shows how bad i am #in drawing angles/lines/curves using one line #assassin's creed #desmond miles #i'm tagging #altaïr ibn la'ahad #because i did draw him #if i had more time i would have drawn ezio ratonhnhaké:ton and haytham too #but haytham's head accessory would be an actual taco #among us #fic idea: among us #fic idea: crossover #teecup draws #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed

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cricketnationrise · 4 months

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for @cha-melodius who is having A Time right now.

And once you've read this, you should go read her fics and comment so she can have even more little pops of serotonin.

#cricket writes #I LOVE YOU SARA #rwrb #roommates to lovers #5+1 things #Alex fights customer service #gratuitous wet t-shirt content #tacos #bc is it really a cricket fic if there isn't taco content?

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carionto · 5 months

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Admiral to officer: "Launch the taco."

(i actually don't know what this is, but the phrase just came to me and i can't not let it into the world. think deadpan Leslie Nielsen or your standard Michael Ironside delivery, massive warships, giant space battle in the background, dramatic music cut to a packaged taco, an actual, normal taco, the food item, in a torpedo launch tube. how did we get here? why is it going to work? because it has to work, you don't end up in a situation like this if it isn't going to work, this is like the climax of the movie! for once, i don't have anything, but i want you to have this visual in your mind - a nice soft corn tortilla, ground beef fried with chili powder, salt, garlic, pepper, then simmered with tomato sauce, topped with shredded cheese, onions, sour cream and guacamole, sitting in a clear container, the juices glistening against the faint lights of the launch tube, the odor trapped within, ready to assault whoever first opens it)

#i'm probably just hungry #carionto #tacos #writing prompt #prompt

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vrnicky · 3 months

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Finally... I present thee

All Jobs!

Sans- college teacher, science

Papyrus- carpenter (hobby) and architect

Blue- cop

Miere- muffet's bakery cashier

Rojo- mechanic

Cap/tain- chef and also culinary teacher

Orion- works in the planetarium but is also a sustitute teacher

Perseo- cop

Atlas- waiter in different restaurants

Orbit- secretary of the boss of the casino

Meteor- writes books, hides his image tho

Sirius- police officer

Zen- works in a restaurant, he makes the meals

Max- works in a restaurant, he makes the dessert

Odiseo- mechanic but more in the area of fixing bikes for people with disabilities

Hator- from home translator

Loan- works in the same restaurant as Zen and Max, he makes the meals

Nayer- works in the same restaurant as Zen and Max, he makes the desserts.

Azrael- library’s receptionist and translator

Deus- owner of the library, also the one to organize everything, books from his universe

Angelus- vet

Daimon- not a vet but works with Angelus, calming the pets

Astarte- blacksmith

Morpheo- cashier in a coffee shop

Bonnie- works in a casino, either guard or with paperwork

Clyde- doesn't have a main job in the casino

Shark- hitman

Gorilla- matón/bruiser

Patrone- security guard of the casino

Chief- head of the casino along the royals

Devonte- informant to the royals

Sargent- security guard of Iron, ex-mafia member

Wine- makes clothes, often in Black's store but makes his own designs

Coffee/Cofi- freelance artist, webtoon artist

Berry- lawyer

Money- candle maker

Black- manager of fashion store, mind behind the designs

Slim- fashion store, jewelry

Edan- daycare

Hans- animal shelter

Butcher- works at an antique shop as an employee by a nice old lady

Twister- doesn't work

Disco- dance studio, teaching kpop sometimes (forced)

Tango- dance studio, teacher of more traditional dances

Swing- waiter in a cafeteria

Regga- works in a dance school and as a DJ in the weekends

Caramel- owner of a bakery

Sweet- waiter or Caramel’s bakery

Vino- full-time model

Cappuccino- full-time artist, sometimes anonymous modeling

Lur- owner of the market in the farm district

Farren- he harvest everything for the market while also taking care of his animals

Vega- mailman of the neighborhood and carpenter

Carrot- beekeeper

Nicte- foreman

Balam- horse tamer but also a furtive hunter

Garo- forestry and floriculture

Bosco- woodcutter

Sugar- vet

Cherry- doctor

Lemon- dog herd

Lime- soil and plant scientist

CC- agricultural engineer

PJ- winemaker

Gent- General surgeon

Lupin- college teacher, physicist

Aloe- head of the department of chemistry

Lion- mathematician

Cempa/súchil- Quantum control, annealing and computing. Mathematician.

Velvet- Fashion and interior design (hobby). Nature preserve ranger.

Allen- flower shop

Bliss- freelance painter

Nolan- in the police as a detective

Eros- model

Phew, long text

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spoopyut-au · 3 months

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Okay so, this au will take on the perspective of Frisk, a human teenager who appeared in a strange place, away from everybody, an obnoxious aura telling them something it's not right..

(still not sure where this mysterious place will be)

Later on, Frisk will start finding pages scattered all around, each one containing a date, information and a name; Chara. Another human that appeared here.

While Frisks tries to find answers aka all the diary pages, they find weird creatures peeking through every corner, appearance horrifying and violent at any strange sound.

This is their territory, Frisk is nothing more than an intruder.

#taco speaks!#taco writes!#spoopy au!#new au #undertale #ut #idk how to name it

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luminousjellyfishy · 7 months

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WHITE CHARCOAL DRAWING

I liked doing this way more than I initially thought I would

#don’t repost #my art #art #taco art #jellyfish #HEY IT’S ME #THIS IS MY SONA NOW /j #great #now I have to write a reflection on it #it’s for my art class #it’s asking me what I didn’t like about it:#by ‘it’ I mean the drawing #not the process #anyways #the answer #NOTHING #I LOVE IT #*chef kiss*

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andi-o-geyser · 1 month

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my mom was telling me about this wild homophobic guy she met yesterday who was telling her about his son who said some slurs and how the dad was like “nooo don’t say that son it’s bad” and the son had responded “but dad i thought you didn’t like the gays” and the dad had responded “well, i told you not to put up with them during pride at your school, but that’s different :( don’t be mean to the gays but don’t worry you don’t have to hold their flag don’t feel pressured” and then the dad started bitching to my mom about how they “stole the rainbow” and how it was so sad because it used to be this great thing because “there was a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, and that was so fun! everyone loved it! think of lucky charms! now what is there at the end of the rainbow if it’s all gay??” and without missing a beat i interrupted this part of the story to answer “anal i guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯“ which my mother. did not like at the dinner table.

#i am listening to margaritavilr and rubber and man and mr blue sky on a 3 song loop and lemme tell you #it is one hell of a vibe #that makes you feel like you are on a slight bender while sitting on the living room floor helping your brother write an email #eating frozen blueberries out of a bowl at 10pm #taco tuesdays are always the best #andis thought geyser

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niqhtlord01 · 3 months

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The Corporation Wars Part 1

( Please come see me on my new patreon and support me for early access to stories and personal story requests :D https://www.patreon.com/NiqhtLord Every bit helps)

In 1989 the Soviet Union made an agreement with the Pepsi CO and handed over a fleet of outdated naval warships and submarines for continued distribution of their product within the Soviet Union. The agreement was originally going to be that while Pepsi claimed the ships they would be immediately handed over to a Norwegian metal company that would dismantle the ships for scrap metal and return the profits to Pepsi.

That was the original plan, but not what happened.

A sect of the Pepsi board realized that now controlling the sixth largest navy on the planet, even with outdated ships, could be a powerful negotiating tool.

Naturally the governments of the world, especially the United States, were not agreeable to the idea of a private entity having such military potential. It had not been since the Middle Ages that large mercenary armies of Europe that such martial power acted as a rogue element not bound to the laws of any one nation.

Around the same time a series of attacks were carried out against merchant ships carrying Pepsi products. Pepsi used these attacks as justification for the maintenance of their new fleet and promised it would be used exclusively for the protection of their ships.

It had dawned for more than one person that it was rather convenient that these attacks began just as the question of Pepsi’s naval power was being called into question, but as the attacks continued Pepsi gained a powerful backer in the Soviet Union for support of the proposal. It was later discovered Pepsi had promised the USSR a double share of what had been previously agreed upon for their support. With such a powerful backer many nations switched to supporting the Pepsi navy agreement and the company was allowed to maintain its fleet.

In a matter of months the attacks against shipping lanes were drastically decreased. Pepsi ships were now seen shadowing shipping convoys across the globe. A fact that pleased many nations who in turn allowed the company to modernize their fleet it complete defiance of the original agreement. Within a year the company had taken up the mantle of trade protector and in a mirror tactic of USA policy established several military bases in costal nations to house their fleet.

As attacks against Pepsi shipping decreased the attacks against its competitors began slowly increasing. Nestle, Coca-cola, Kellogg, and more had their distribution networks disrupted which hurt their financial status. As their share values began to slide Pepsi CO began purchasing the shares and slowly buying out their competitors one by one.

Responding swiftly to these attacks the other corporations began amassing their own military might to protect their interests. The world ruling for Pepsi CO had opened the floodgates for any multinational company to assemble private military forces to protect themselves under the guise of saving world governments the potential expenses.

Coca-Cola made several lucrative agreements with the United States and United Kingdom to mirror Pepsi’s fleet. Taco Bell held numerous job hosting events and swiftly collected the 16th largest ground based army in the world centered in North America. Nestle made used existing inroads they had forged decades ago in South America and created numerous militias but found themselves at odds with the drug cartels who had already established themselves in the regions. Even McDonalds had gotten control of the latest missile boats and used them to patrol the waters around every major port on the globe.

With so many major companies employing private militaries it was only a matter of time until someone, somewhere, did something incredibly stupid. That stupid moment was off the coast of southern France when a Pepsi fleet blocked passage of McDonald’s products until the company replaced Coca-Cola from their menu with Pepsi.

Tensions were frayed and boiled over until a McDonalds cruiser fired a KH-55 missile at the Pepsi fleet in an attempt to scare them off. The missile’s trajectory had been set to land between the Pepsi ships and detonate harmlessly in the water, but a malfunction happened with the missile and it veered off course and struck the bridge of a Pepsi Cruiser obliterating it in an instant.

Within moments the remaining Pepsi ships returned fire and the first battle of the Corporation Wars had begun.

#story #writing #original writing #niqhtlord01 #funny #parody #corporation wars #mcdonalds #taco bell #pepsi #coca cola #ai generated art

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taco-slap · 6 months

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Sterek au where the alive hale family runs one of those treetop obstacle courses and Derek is forced to teach tourists safety protocols and yell at people for not wearing their helmets. Stiles gets dragged there to celebrate graduating and he gets stuck out on one of the platforms and Derek has to come rescue him.

#taco slap #sterek #someone pls write this

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the-paper-monkey · 10 months

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Except the full redemption from tom point what according to you is the main difference between tomarry and taco ?

The main difference is that one of them is a crack ship and the other one isn't.

Jokes, but actually it is true. Harry and Voldemort are the hero and villain, protagonist and antagonist, etc. Not only are they enemies, they're fated enemies. Harry carries around a piece of Voldemort's soul in his head for seventeen years; Voldemort spends seven years fixated on killing Harry; Harry learns everything he can about Tom Riddle; Voldemort killed Harry's parents (hot 🥵) etc. etc.

Draco holds a very different role in the narrative. Instead of hero or villain, he is very much positioned as a representation of pureblood wizards as a whole—their bigotry, privilege, cruelty and elitism. He's the youngest Death Eater, sure, and perhaps the only Death Eater of his generation, but recruiting teenagers is hardly a new game for Voldemort and in this case has more to do with Voldemort's anger at Lucius than with Draco himself.

Despite Tom and Draco both being Slytherins with similar views on Muggles, they're far closer to polar opposites than Tom and Harry. Tom was raised in poverty by Muggles in a group home with no knowledge of his magic; Draco was a coddled wealthy only child raised by magical people with little if any exposure to Muggles. Draco grew up in a sprawling manor home in Wiltshire, Tom grew up in the most populated city in England (country mouse, city mouse 🐭).

Harry and Tom start from similar positions and diverge. Draco comes in on the opposite side of the map to both of them. He's far closer to what Tom wants to be than who he was born as. Harry can bring counterarguments to the table that Tom can't dismiss because Harry has also seen some of the worst Muggles have to offer and yet still has no hate for them. Draco, raised in his safe, sheltered, Muggle-free home can never raise any sort of ethical argument that Tom will respect because he has no lived experience.

However, these similar upbringings might actually stifle Tom and Harry in a relationship. Harry doesn't experience unconditional love (that he remembers) till the age of eleven. Tom never experiences it. They're both majorly emotionally stunted and dating each other would not help that 😂. Maybe this is part of the appeal, but it's certainly going to be difference between Taco and Tomarry. I can see Harry as the 'heart' of his relationship with Tom, but only in an ethical sense, not an emotional one. Just... go read the Madam Puddifoot date scene with Cho.

Side note, there's also an interesting indirect-grooming element to Taco which I noticed the first time I wrote the ship. Harry has grown up in a world where he didn't even hear Voldemort's name till he was eleven years old. In contrast, Draco grew up at the heart of the cult. Draco might have tolerance for Tom's behaviour or share views with him not because of his nature or even normal pureblood attitudes, but because all of his family and friends' parents are Death Eaters. Imagine the mindfuck of every adult male role model in your life carrying the Dark Mark. I think it adds a fascinating dimension to their relationship in a time travel context.

#one of them is a crackship and the other one is taco 😎#asks #anon #ham tacos #another difference is that u can write canon compliant dracomort but not harrymort #this is kind of incoherent sorry #tomdraco #tomarry

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