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 )  

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 

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

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 . 

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ALSO . . . . i’m bringing steve harrington back bc i CAN so he’ll be on his solo blog again @dorksttr

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

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  . 

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  . 

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  !  

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  ?  ”

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 !!!

cant wait for my steve harr.ington muse to come screaming back when i start season 4

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  .  ”

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  ! 

@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  . 

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  .