#ouija board billy

[queer-coded-camaro-driver]

Max, slamming the Ouija board down on her bedroom floor: Listen up, asshole; I come bearing gifts. 

Billy/Planchet: W H A T  I S  I T?

Max, pulling several polaroids out of her hoodie pocket and setting them on the floor: Steve took his shirt off at the pool and El took a bunch of sneaky pictures. I snagged a few of the good ones while she was busy. You’re so fucking welcome. 

Billy/Planchet: B E S T   S I S T E R   E V E R!

Max: I know. 

Billy/Planchet: N O W  G O  A W A Y

Max: What, why? There was swimsuit clingage, dude. Don’t you want the rest of the details? 

Billy/Planchet: N O  I  W A N T  S O M E  P R I V A C Y

Max, flipping the board over and gagging: Oh, gross! Ugh, you’re so nasty. Jesus fuck, Billy, even in the afterlife? That’s so- ewwwww. 

#the strange adventures of max and her ouija brother #more ouija memes #ouija board billy #ghost billy hargrove #harringrove #harringrove imagines #harringrove meme #harringrove ficlet #the continuation of the ouija board series #max mayfield #max and billy sibling energy #max and billy good siblings

[officialyourdailyinspiration]

by Billy Hallowell | Jareb and Petra Knott, coauthors of the book The Science of Deliverance: How Spiritual Freedom Brings Physical Healing, operate a deliverance ministry to help set people free from demonic influence. Petra explained why she believes so many people today are turning to the occult...

#The Christian Post #Why are witchcraft Ouija boards tarot cards and the occult raging? #Billy Hallowell #Christian news #christianpost.com

[bigdumbbambieyes]

Happy Halloween, lovelies!! 🎃 Day 31: Your Choice for @harringrovekinktober what better way to celebrate than with some SFW ghost!Billy fun?

--

It’s Friday night, it’s Halloween, and Steve’s babysitting.

Which, at this point in his life, he should be used to by now – but it still kinda sucks. He cares about the kids, sure, but he’s not crazy about them. He could be hanging out at Robin’s, watching horror movies and binging on candy and talking about girls and whatever, but no. 

Dustin had invited him to the little hangout in Mike’s basement after Trick-or-Treating and, well…the two of them have been distant lately, so. He said yes. Because Dustin was an annoying little shit with a smart mouth, but he was kind of like the younger brother Steve never had. And Steve wanted to enjoy that just a little longer, until either Dustin became totally bored with him or they kids no longer needed him around.

Which were both very depressing thoughts, so. Steve had agreed to go and handed out candy with his parents until eleven o’clock rolled around and he dipped, saying goodnight to the two of them before making his way over to the Wheeler’s.

Nancy had answered the door, gave him an awkward little smile like she always does these days, and he’d made equally awkward small talk before leaving to go and check on the kids downstairs.

“Steve!” Dustin called out with a smile, actually excited to see him, and it made Steve feel warm.

A grin overtaking his face for the first time all evening, Steve returned the smile and happily did their little handshake – ignoring the eye rolls and laughter pointed at them from the other kids scattered about the room.

The entire Party was there, including El, which was nice to see. Steve couldn’t remember the last time he saw her out, especially after…after…

His eyes land on Max, who’s pale and managing a smile from where she’s curled up on the floor with El, the two of them sorting through their candy piles.

For a second, Steve sees flashes of fireworks and hears the distant screams of Billy in his mind, and shakes them away.

“Hey.” He greets her with a small smile and nod, which she returns before her tired eyes fall to where El’s trying to trade her Milky Way for Max’s Reese’s cups.

“You’re just in time!” Dustin says with excitement, his eyes bright as he tugs on Steve’s sleeve, “C’mon!”

“Just in time for what, exactly?” Steve asks with a furrowed brow, following the kid to the table where they all usually play DnD. But, instead of a map and figures scattered across it, there’s an Ouija board, and Steve stops in his tracks. “Where did you find this?” He asks, his tone serious.

“Will and I found it earlier,” Mike pipes up from around his lollipop in his mouth, tucked away in his cheek, “It’s rad, right?”

“Um, no?” Steve baulks, flounders a bit as he motions to the board with his hands, “Do–you–I–” he huffs and runs a hand through his hair, hating to be That Guy but he sighs, “This isn’t a good idea.”

As expected, a chorus of moans and groans follow him as the kids all head to the table, surrounding it, each of them yelling things like ‘don’t be lame, Steve’ or ‘it’s Halloween, it’s the perfect time to try it’ and other equally as stupid.

The only other person who looks weary is Max, her arms crossed over her chest as she eyes the board quietly.

“C’mon, Steve, just once!” Lucas says, “It’s probably not even real. This kinda shit is always just made up.”

“Yeah, my brother tried it once and he said it didn’t work,” Will adds, his brown eyes looking at Steve, pleading quietly, “Please?”

Fuck.

It’s a bad idea. Stupid, really. And while Steve doesn’t believe in ghosts because he’s never come across one, he’s still seen enough creepy shit in his life that he’s not eager to go poking around for more. Especially tonight of all nights. 

And not mention that he’s used one of these before, when he was their age. He still swears the planchette moved on its own and he’d sworn to himself that he’d never touch one of these things again.

Still, though. He can’t…show that he’s even a little spooked, because the kids would never let him live it down.

Blinking out of his thoughts, he sees every pair of eyes on him, quietly waiting for his approval.

Which, in a way, is nice. That these kids respect him enough to wait for his permission. Not that they really need it – they usually do whatever they want, anyway.

Giving in, he sighs, “Yeah, sure, whatever.” And they burst into excitement, which he’s quick to dampen with, “Just once! Once.” And they all agree eagerly.

As they all circle the table, fingertips going to the planchette, Steve feels his stomach knot uneasily. The room is dim already, Dustin having shut off the lights except for the light above the table, and the kids all look at each other as the realization dawns on them that no one knows how to do it.

“You gotta be shitting me.” Steve huffs in amusement, his mouth twitching with a poorly concealed smile.

“You spoke first!” Mike grins triumphantly, “That means you gotta ask a question!”

Steve’s smile drops and his brows furrow, “What? That’s not a rule.”

“It is now.” Dustin smirks, just as smug.

“Ugh, fine, whatever,” Steve huffs, licking his lips as he eyes the board and says, “Hello. Is anyone there?”

A few seconds pass, nothing happens.

Until the planchette slowly moves to ‘Yes’.

The kids all gasp and freak out a little, but Steve’s quick to shush them, “Shut up! Relax, just…chill.”

He wracks his brain for another question, ignores the tingling at the base of his spine as he asks, “Do you know what day it is?”

“The fuck kinda question is tha–” Dustin starts but quickly snaps his mouth shut as the planchette begins to spell out a word.

Just one word: H-A-L-L-O-W-E-E-N.

The kids all giggle and gasp again, clearly entertained and unsure of how authentic it actually is.

“Do you…know my name?” He asks, eyes trained on the board.

S-T-E-V-E.

“Holy shit!”

“No way!”

“Who’s moving it?!”

“Oh, my god, shh!” Steve silences them again, ignoring the chill up his back as he eyes each of the kids, trying to see which one of them is doing it – but they all look innocent.

Looking down at the board again, Steve asks, “What’s your name?”

B.

Steve’s throat closes up.

I.

His eyes go to Max.

L.

Horror slowly dawns on her face, his eyes widening and jaw dropping.

L.

He feels ice cold.

Y.

The room is silent for a moment, until Max gasps quietly, “Billy? Is it really you…?”

The planchette moves to ‘Yes’ and her hand goes to her mouth, her eyes welling with tears as she tries and fails to muffle a sudden sob, El quickly wrapping her up in a hug as the boys all begin to freak out, hand after hand leaving the planchette until Steve’s the only one.

His gut twisting, anger flaring, he looks at the boys and snarls, “Hey! This shit isn’t funny, whoever’s doing it, knock it off–”

The planchette keeps moving under his fingertips and he looks down at it, eyes wide as it spells.

B-O-O.

Snatching his hand away, Steve points an angry finger at the kids as Max cries in El’s arms, “Okay, that’s it! We agreed on once and we did it once–”

“Steve, you can’t–” Dustin tries, but Steve cuts him off.

“–No! Whatever the fuck that was, it’s done! I’m done. I don’t need this…this ghost bullshit ruining my night, okay? You can all have your fun but I’m out!” He looks to El and Max, “C’mon, I’ll take you two home, if you want.”

Max is quick to nod and gather up her things, El following suit, but he doesn’t wait for them – he goes back upstairs, hearing Dustin call, “You have to say goodbye to end it!”

Yeah, sure.

Slamming his car door shut, Steve grips his steering wheel and closes his eyes, tries to even his breathing and calm his racing heart. 

Because what the fuck?

It wasn’t real. It wasn’t. It was just some fucked up prank the boys were doing and it backfired hard.

Although, he does jump when the girls open the doors to his backseat and climb in, but he sighs softly in relief when he realizes it’s just them.

And not Billy Hargrove back from the dead or something.

He looks back at them and at Max, who’s quietly wiping away the tears under her eyes. Quietly, he asks, “You okay?”

She glowers at him a little, obviously not okay, so he nods silently and turns back to start his car.

--

He drops them off and makes sure they’re inside before pulling away and heading back home, turning up his music to drown out the annoying memory of Dustin calling after him in the basement, something about not saying ‘goodbye’ and having to–

The radio buzzes with static and Steve frowns, winces a little as it gets louder, the pop song playing suddenly mixing with something heavier, a sad guitar, the lyrics creeping through the static to sing, “You just left when I begged you to stay, I've not stopped crying since you went away, you went away, you went away–”

He twists the volume all the way down and grips his steering wheel, swallowing thickly around a suddenly dry throat.

It was just…an interference. Signals crossing in the air, that’s all. 

The volume stays at zero all the way home.

--

It’s not like Steve’s scared. He has nothing to be scared of, really. 

Because there’s no reason to be scared! Nothing’s happened! He went to bed that night and woke up in the morning, feeling normal. His parents were their usual selves, too. There was nothing to worry about.

Except, he can’t really explain the way ‘Pretty Boy’ had been written onto his foggy mirror after a shower.

Wiping it away with loud squeaks from his palm, Steve had huffed and ignored the cold chill up his spine again, forcing the memory of Billy against his back in basketball practice away out of his head as he got ready for work.

But, even at work, it didn’t stop – tapes that he’d put up on the shelves ended up on the floor minutes later, knocked over and tumbling to the ground. The computer would freeze up or turn off while he’s using it without explanation. The door would shake a little, as if mustering up the strength to open, or like there was a strong wind outside rattling it, but it would never open. 

Weird, borderline annoying shit like that.

At home, it was no better. Doors randomly slamming, scaring the shit out of him. The TV turning off whenever he was watching it, even with the remote far away from him. Once, when he’d left a notepad and pen out, he came back to find ‘BOO’ written on it.

And it had felt so…smug.

So Billy.

But, he refuses to believe that Billy Hargrove’s haunting him. It’s just not possible.

And besides, why him? Why not Max? Or literally anyone else?

--

He goes back to the Wheeler’s, a week after Halloween, in search of answers.

Mike answers the door and Steve immediately asks him, “Where is it?”

The little shit tilts his head to the side, acting clueless despite the amusement in his eyes, “Where’s what?”

“The fucking board.” Steve huffs, pushing past Mike and heading downstairs to the basement, feeling the kid right on his heels the entire time.

“It’s not down here!” Mike groans, “After you and the girls left, Lucas took it!”

“Took it where?” Steve asks as he looks around the basement, standing at the base of the stairs with Mike behind him, looking over his shoulder.

He swears he sees a shadow in the corner of his eye, so he chases it with his gaze, but it’s gone.

“He took it outside or something, I don’t know,” Mike huffs in annoyance, “We were all kinda freaked out so we agreed to keep it out of the house.”

Turning and looking at Mike, Steve frowns at him, “I fucking told you dumb asses not to do it.”

Mike rolls his eyes with a nod and turns to head back upstairs, “Yeah, yeah, I know!”

“Steve.” A familiar voice breathes into his ear, right behind him.

He freezes and his breath catches, eyes widening as he whips his head around, expecting to see Billy standing there but there’s nothing. There’s just the quiet basement, empty.

“Steve!” Mike calls and Steve rushes up the stairs, hoping the voice stays down there.

--

He finds the board outside the Wheeler’s house, behind the garbage bins. He’s lucky it was missed on collection day.

“Okay,” he huffs, setting it down on his bedroom floor and putting the planchette down on the board, crossing his legs as he sits down in front of it. 

He hesitates, for a moment. And feels stupid. 

But, he has to know.

Carefully, he places his fingertips on the planchette again and clears his throat to say, “Hi, um…Billy. Are…are you there?”

His eyes widen as the planchette immediately pulls to ‘Yes’ and stays there.

“Holy shit,” he breathes, licking his lips nervously, “Okay, um…” He furrows his brow,s “Why are you…following me?”

He refuses to say ‘haunting’.

It takes a moment, but the planchette moves across the board, spelling a simple explanation.

F-U-N.

It makes Steve huff a quiet sound of amusement through his nose, rolling his eyes because it’s just so Billy.

Even in death, Billy’s determination to annoy the hell out of Steve is still there.

Almost affectionately, he mumbles, “Asshole.”

Billy spells out I-K-N-O-W.

Which makes Steve tilt his head a little, wondering. “Are…are you in pain?”

The planchette goes to ‘No’.

That’s a relief Steve hadn’t known he wanted to feel. He feels his shoulders begin to relax, no longer lingering by his ears.

“That’s…good. Max will be happy to hear that.”

The planchette jerks and quickly spells out D-O-N-O-T-T-E-L-L.

Furrowing his brows again, Steve asks, “Why not?”

C-O-M-P-L-I-C-A-T-E-D.

“I think she has a right to know. She’s…honestly, she’s been a mess ever since Starcourt.” Steve frowns and worries his bottom lip, thinking back over the last couple of months and how he’s watched the life drain out of her slowly. “She misses you, Billy.”

Billy goes quiet at that, for a while. Steve doesn’t dare move his hand away.

Finally, after another long moment, Billy spells out B-E-T-T-E-R-O-F-F.

“You don’t know that,” Steve frowns again, nearly scowling now, “I don’t know if you’ve seen her, but she’s not doing great. You really scared her that night, y’know – on Halloween.”

I-K-N-O-W.

“You should apologize.”

S-O-R-R-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y.

So sassy. “Not to me, idiot. To her.”

C-A-N-T.

“Why not?”

N-O-G-O-O-D-B-Y-E.

Dustin’s voice rings in Steve’s ears then, ‘You have to say goodbye to end it’.

“So…” he worries his lower lip between his teeth again, “If…I say ‘bye’ to you, you’ll leave?”

The planchette lands on ‘Yes’.

Steve goes quiet then, thinking.

They never really had any sort of relationship before Billy’s death. They were rivals for a short moment, sure, but even then it wasn’t like Steve was vying to be top dog at school. Billy was always the one to pull on his metaphorical pigtails, always ready to annoy him or get a rise out of him for fun, but even that wasn’t much.

But this little board has suddenly opened up an opportunity that Steve doesn’t want to end so soon.

“Okay,” he breathes, “Well…you’re stuck with me, for now, then. I…I want you to talk to Max, because I think she needs it – I don't even know why you’re attached to me, she was there that night, too…”

N-O-G-O-O-D-B-Y-E.

“Oh, right,” he mumbles, realizing that – unfortunately – Dustin was right. He hadn’t said goodbye to Billy that night, so Billy’s tied to him.

He’s not even sure if that’s how any of this works, but it kinda makes sense.

P-R-E-T-T-Y-B-O-Y.

An unwilling smile tugs on his lips then, feeling as if he can hear Billy’s voice in his head as he thinks of the weird nickname. Because even after all of the pain Billy went through, he’s still…himself. In a way. Maybe without all that pain and misery, now.

With a mumble, Steve says, “Yeah, that’s me. Get used to it.”

A-L-R-E-A-D-Y-A-M.

Steve ignores the flare of warmth in his chest at that and mutters, “Okay, well…since we’re going to hang around for a bit, could you maybe not be a total dick when I’m going about my day?”

The planchette goes to ‘No’, and really, Steve should’ve expected that.

“Later, asshole.” Steve mumbles with a smirk as he pulls his hands away, feeling a little bit like he’s just hung up on Billy, and grins as he watches some papers get shuffled on his desk before his curtains are ruffled, blinding him momentarily as sunlight shines on his face.

He chuckles and holds his hand out in front of his face, shielding himself from the little sunshine assault, and wonders what the fuck he’s gotten himself into.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #ghost!billy #tw horror #very soft horror tbh lol #max mayfield #The Party #I kiiiinda want to continue it but I feel like we have enough ghost!billy content #and it's much better than this fkjgnkjf #so I'll leave it as it is 🥹 #regardless I hope you like it!! it was fun to write!! #bambiwrites

[incorrect-black-phone-quotes]

Griffin: Can we sleep in your room tonight?

Finney: Why, what happened?

Billy: We played with a ouija board and cursed all of ours.

Robin: And vance isn't much help. He doesn't know how to banish spirits, so he's just throwing salt at them and yelling, "Does this look like a hotel to you?!"

#vance hopper #finney shaw #finney blake #robin arellano #billy showalter #griffin stagg #black phone #the black phone #the black phone (2022) #incorrect quotes #incorrect black phone quote #Incorrect Black phone quotes

[misslavenderlady]

My Baby Bats 💜🦇

This post is in honor of @hypocriticaltypwriter and her own baby bats. This part is about The Lost Boys themselves. There will be a part two with Michael and Star!

So some of you know I love the Sims 4. Back in 2022 I made The Lost Boys in the game because ya girl is obsessed. I also made:

The Emersons

Star and Laddie

Max

Thorn and Nanook

The Frog Brothers

The cave

Grandpa's House

The comic book store

The boardwalk

And....I just so happened to put myself in the game with them. There was no official "story" at first. I just wanted to smooch my boys so bad, and seeing as I don't have any digital art programs (I used to draw but I'm sooooo rusty), the Sims was the perfect way to go about it. 🥰

My sim self had a daughter with each of the boys (because I too wanted to have a gang of Lost Girls lol). I named each girl after the actor their fathers play.

Pictures and story below~

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David's Daughter - Kira (the closest I could get to Kiefer)

She admires her father more than anything in the world. She wants to be a good leader and an even better protector of her sisters. Kira never backs down from a fight, often having moments in childhood where she beat up bullies that were harassing her sisters. But she doesn't use her brawn though. She's as smart as a whip, using patience and strategy to navigate life. Always studying her surroundings and knowing what to say or do for her next step. She's a mysterious girl and never reveals what she's thinking or feeling. As far as Kira is concerned, she needs to be on her guard should something happen to her father and she needs to take over as head vampire. That being said, she's very sensitive deep down, and is incredibly close to her parents, never wanting to be away from them for too long. The anxiety overwhelms her. David worries about the pressure she puts on herself.

Dwayne's Daughter - Billie

Billie is a gentle and kind girl. She's quite shy, often keeping to herself whenever she's around someone outside of the family. As a little girl, she would often hide behind her father, too scared to even say hi to new people. Dwayne was incredibly patient with her, and eventually found a way for her to socialize without getting out of her comfort zone. He introduced her to animals and wildlife in the Santa Carla mountains, showing her the hidden beauties of the world. She loves animals so much, and likes to spend time caring for stray cats and dogs she sees on the streets. Billie also inherited her mother's love of writing, and enjoys poetry most. It helps her navigate life and the feelings she has.

Marko's Daughter - Alex

A little artist like her father, Alex has an eye for the most fascinating curiosities around her. She's a jack of all trades, enjoying everything from photography, to sketching, to painting, to jewelry making. She has so many ideas, and her dad is more than happy to support her vision. She's also a little troublemaker like Marko, often going out to spray graffiti on the walls of various Santa Carla buildings. She's not afraid of causing some mischief if it means expressing herself. Alex also has a fondness of spooky stuff. She has a crystal ball, a collection of candles, tarot cards, and has a planchet earring that she uses whenever she wants to break out the ouija board. She's loves playing fun, witchy games with her sisters during sleepovers. Stuff like Bloody Mary and Light as a Feather, Stuff as a board.

Paul's Daughter - Brooke

Oh she's definitely her father's daughter. Brooke is a little wild child, always eager for an adventure. She's got plenty of energy to burn, dancing and running and jumping off furniture. She loves to stay up late and play video games or have dance parties with her sisters. Above all, her biggest passion is music. Growing up she listened to her father play guitar a lot, and immediately got inspired. He was more than happy to teach her, and ever since then, she's had a dream of becoming a rock star. She's got the energy and the beautiful singing voice for it after all.

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Here are some pics of the baby bats:

I'm gonna reblog this post with more baby bat pics from when the girls were little. Stay tuned!

#the lost boys #tlb #lavender lady rambles #sims 4 #Lav Baby Bats

[ask-mark-stuff]

Billy, have ya ever wanted to sleep with a man?

That's a great idea! Let's have a sleepover, Mark!

Okay!

It's important to have games to keep you occupied during a sleepover. That's why I brought some board games!

(Billy takes out Monopoly board game)

(Him and Mark play for a while)

(Billy owns alot of lands, Mark keeps having to pay him for it)

(Mark lands on Billy's land again)

Pay up, Mark! :)

But I..don't have any money left!

Well you have to pay, that's the rules of the game.

I don't like this game!

...

(Billy has an angry tone in his voice)

That's okay, Mark. Monopoly just isn't for everyone! It's a good thing I brought other board games too :)

(Billy takes out an ouija board)

Let's talk to some ghosts shall we.

That's...scary-

Don't worry Mark, maybe you'll be able to talk to your parents! :)

I..I-

Go on, do it.

...

(Billy stops the tense act. He is seen to be cheerful once again)

Snacks are also needed for a sleepover! Here, I made some cupcakes for us.

(They both eat the cupcakes)

(Red liquid can be seen inside it)

What is this...red stuff?

Just some strawberry jam :)

It doesn't smell like it-

***

The last step of a sleepover is sleeping!

(Billy makes the bed comfortable for Mark)

Good night Mark!

Where are you gonna sleep?

I'm not gonna sleep, silly. How will I watch you if I'm sleeping? :)

#mark and friends #ashur gharavi #an answer for an ask #maf #twomp #ask blog #queue

[beehindblueeyes]

Ghost lore

Most of this is taken from the movie and then further speculation. It borders on headcanon and actual canon. This one might also be a long one.

It all stems from Energy-

Ghosts require a LOT of energy when it comes to interacting with the living world. For example they can’t be throwing bottles all day and show up whenever they please. It takes time to build that up. Time or emotion. (Vance’s anger, Billy’s annoyance. All of their stress in the moment to get Finney out). The basement boys have less of a recharge time then id imagine to be normal… I believe this is because of the phone acting as a conduit. it’s one big spirit box! Literally. (In this sense also acting like a  ouija board punching a hole for easy communication)

Appearing-

Likewise - becoming a apparition is about the biggest energy consumer of them all. It is not easy and  guaranteed to be a short window of time. They can’t talk when they physically appear either as all focus is on being visible, talking would almost instantly drain you. (Thus why they only appear for two seconds In front of Gwen instead of yelling ‘over here’ or ‘this way’ or something)

In Griffins case, someone mentioned this in the comments of one of my posts. But there’s the idea that, since his throat is slit he can only speak if spoken to. Thus pointing to the phone or generally being more focused on appearing. Which- to that I think he does the trick the most out of the boys. While they prank call he appears in corners etc. this actually makes him one of the more powerful boys next to Billy and Vance! Even if he can’t speak well/horrible mental state.

Free roaming  apparitions-

The boys have full range of either of the Shaw properties. Dying in one basement, burried in the other. They are tied to both homes/the road out front. Stemming from trauma, I find they’d be unable to leave beyond this.

Memory-

This one is tricky. Bruce loses himself quickly, billy is pretty lost but Vance , Robin and griffin ultimately know who they are (or have a base idea…) as your name is “the first thing you loose” yet Vance is a victim much earlier than Robin and still knows his own.

It’s a futile effort. No matter what you are going to boil down to a feeling, a breath of a memory, a vague idea of a kid that you used to be. Even if you know your name- you won’t know your life past a few blurry details and it’s sad!

The boys are always there. They talk, they mess things in the house they find some way to talk and take their minds off things. Talk about the little things they do know. Probably referring to each other as such (like how Billy’s paper boy, I imagine the rest boil down to similar concepts.

This post is getting long, I’m going to save Gwens whole thing for a later date. Look out for it

#ghosts #the black phone #black phone #the black phone 2022 #griffin stagg #billy showalter #vance hopper #bruce yamada #robin arellano #finney blake #writing ref #writing reference #lore #the black phone headcanon #headcanon

[dragonflylady77]

Ghost!Billy fics

(they're all harringrove because that's what I'm into)

*disclaimer* I only included completed fics or one shots that were Harringrove and ended in a happy way.

If you follow the Ghost Billy Hargrove tag on Ao3 you'll find 17 fics (as of today).

I Ain’t Fraid Of No Ghosts by @heck-in-a-handbasket - the second smuttiest fic I’ve ever read (the smuttiest is never gets old by @brawlite - modern AU, Steve is a cam boy and Billy is a model)

You're A Vision by @jellyfishloveletterghosts - OS, smutty and fun

Cocktober 1: Ouija Board AKA Billy is DEAD horny by @cherrydreamer - Steve + Ghost!Billy + a ouija board = smutty & fun OS

This Ain't Ghostbusters by @wilddragonflyingg - not quite a ghost in the end... OS inspired by a wonderful piece of art by @wrecked-fuse you can find here

you're cold (and i burn) by @keroujack - post Starcourt, Steve helps Max move out Billy's stuff, and he takes home a pretty glass ashtray... (I love that one)

Who you gonna call? by CasuallySpooky - OS, ghost hunting with a ghost

Purgatory by boltplum - Post S3 introspective Ghost!Billy, OS (I'm dying for more)

tides will bring me back to you by eternalgoldfish - Post S3 fix it dark comedy fic (32k fic - I haven't read that one yet!)

the boy and the car by @lazybakerart - wonderful OS set in the future

in your neighborhood by rvspberry - a 2-chapter sweet and smutty fic with Ghost!Billy and Ghost!Steve! So I guess a ghost AU?

A night with the King by @cieldepeanut - OS, Billy comes back as a ghost and spends Halloween night with Steve (not exactly happy ending)

Room 35 by @memes-saved-me - Harringrove AHS Hotel AU, Resident ghost Billy Hargrove takes a liking to the hotel's new guest Steve Harrington, causing what started as a simple trip to LA ending in a mess of emotions and some new stains on the carpet… (this one wrecked me and put me back together again).

This list is by no means closed, feel free to DM me other HG fics with Ghost!Billy to add to the list!

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #ghost billy #ghost billy hargrove #master list #not my fics #harringrove fic dealer #ghost!billy

[theloversarcana]

Random Ann headcanons because I’m bored

♡An absolute menace while driving, please don’t put her behind the wheel

♡(She has a lot of road rage and is pretty reckless when it comes to driving)

♡Is very scared of ghosts but Shiho keeps trying to get her to use a ouija board in old abandoned buildings

♡Has breakdowns often and can immediately be calmed down by the promise of Ben&Jerrys Phish Food ice cream

♡On that note, is a massive crybaby

♡Beautiful Princess Disorder (ifykyk)

♡Has to wear fake eyelashes 24/7 and feels naked without them

♡When she has enough energy to do makeup but not enough to do a full face her essentials are: winged eyeliner, fake lashes+mascara, blush, a red lip and her fav Fenty highlighter (Diamond Bomb in Rosé Rave)

♡Her parents are rich and she has expensive taste in most things, constantly tries to give her friends money and buy them things but they always refuse

♡(As she gets older her parents slowly stop sending her money and she has to learn to fend for herself)

♡Flips back and forth between “I am the most beautiful person in the world” and “I am so ugly I hate myself and I want to break every mirror in my house” very often

♡Has an absurdly large collection of candles

♡Is very indecisive (and picky) about her signature fragrance. Has tried many, many perfumes but still hasn’t found the perfect one so she smells different almost every day

♡Really bad ADHD, has medication but always forgets to take it

♡Her absolute fav color is red and she has to have everything in red. Pink is second but red will always be #1

♡Sanrio girlie through and through

♡Loves binging shitty reality tv shows like Too Hot to Handle, Jersey Shore, Say Yes to the Dress, and any Gordon Ramsey shows

♡Her guilty pleasure food is Chik-Fil-A (pretending Japan has it)

♡Her main music taste is 2000s-2010s pop (Ke$ha, Britney Spears, etc) but has a very large variety of music she likes

♡Her go-to breakdown song is What Was I Made For? by Billie Eilish (also she cried at least 4 times during the Barbie movie)

♡Shiho loves going to antique stores and trying to buy cursed objects which upsets Ann GREATLY

♡(A real interaction that happened) Shiho: *holding a crowbar* This object has really intense energy.. you think someone murdered someone with it? Ann: DONT YOU DARE THINK ABOUT BUYING THAT

♡Was a Legend of Zelda girlie as a kid and still loves the series. Zelda is one of her biggest kins

♡Mean girls is her favorite movie

♡Is a practicing pagan* with Hecate as her patron goddess

♡*I say practicing lightly because she often completely forgets about it and is terrible at keeping up with holidays, routines, rituals etc

♡Has a drinking problem

♡Vomits incredibly easily, accidentally vomited on Shiho once

♡Listens to true crime podcasts while doing her makeup

♡Uses said true crime podcasts for ideas for her plan in her head to murder Kamoshida and get away with it

♡Besides Zelda her other favorite franchises are Barbie, Studio Ghibli, Sailor Moon and Monster High

♡Ryan Gosling is her celebrity crush and she especially fell in love with him after seeing him as Ken

♡Is definitely dating Shiho but could also be dating Ryuji, Futaba and/or Goro (everyone loves her)

♡She is besties with Akira (though this is very specific characterization of Akira who is transfem and straight)

♡They’re strictly best friends but they have no boundaries. They will take baths together or make out because they’re bored and lonely

♡Had to cut her hair to a bob once because her split ends were getting so bad and she cried for a week

♡Is INCREDIBLY protective of her friends and will drop anything to help them. Has been the shoulder people cried on many, many times

#I know some people are offended by the beautiful princess disorder thing but it’s a joke I have BPD and humor is my coping mechanism #these are all hyper-specific because I’m an ann fictive and this is all just shit about Me lol #I know I’ve mentioned I’m an ann fictive like 50 times on this blog in the past week or so but I do not care ♥️ #also sorry it’s so long oops!! #ann takamaki #persona 5 #p5

[incorrect-vt-quotes]

Billy: Can we stay with you tonight? Maddie: All of you? What happened? Spencer: Someone was playing with a ouija board and cursed the whole house. Sally: Papa wasn’t any help. He doesn’t know how to banish spirits, so he’s just throwing salt at them yelling “Does this look like a hotel to you!?”

#incorrect quotes #incorrect vt quotes #incorrect venturiantale quotes #sally acachalla #papa acachalla #billy acachalla #spencer acachalla #maddie friend #acachalla family #venturiantale

[queer-coded-camaro-driver]

Max, busting out the Ouija board again: Okay so I have some good news... And I have some bad news.

Billy/Planchet: G O O D   N E W S   F I R S T

Max: Steve wants to move to Cali and learn how to surf...

Billy/Planchet: F U C K   Y E A H.  B A D   N E W S?

Max: He also wants six kids.

Billy/Planchet: H E   A L R E A D Y   H A S   S I X   K I D S ? ? ? 

Max: That’s exactly what I said!

Billy/Planchet: A S K   D U S T I N   I F  G H O S T S  C A N   G E T   P E O P L E   P R E G N A N T

Max, flipping the board over: Nope. Not in a million years. Not even for you. Goodbye.

#the strange adventures of max and her ouija brother #max mayfield #billy hargrove #billy hargrove is a good brother #ghost billy #ghost billy hargrove #billy and max #good brother billy #more ouija memes #stranger things #billy hargrove shitpost #billy hargrove meme #max mayfield shitpost #incorrect stranger things quotes #incorrect billy quotes #mpreg tw #i guess for safety

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From Hell and Back Chapter 1 | advocandum

Explicit | 5k/160k | Demon Eddie

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Art by @lady-lostmind Original art posted here

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“You know none of this is real, right?” Steve asked with his arms crossed, watching Robin upend a bag of occult supplies onto his living room floor.

“Oh, just have some fun for once, will you?” Robin stated as she picked up a black candle. “It’s not like we have any other plans for Halloween anyway.”

Steve chuckled and shook his head. “What is all this?”

“I’m going to hold a séance,” she said simply, setting the candle on the carpet. It tipped over and she pursed a frown.

“You’re going to summon a ghost?” He raised his eyebrow at her as she stood and walked over to his coffee table.

“I’m going to try!” Robin said confidently, picking up a stack of coasters.

Steve skeptically picked up the candle that fell over. “And if you do?”

She snatched the candle out of his hand. “I’ll figure it out then.”

He rolled his eyes and watched her set five candles on coasters in a rough circle. She picked up a large box of salt and started pouring it onto the carpet between the candles. “What the hell are you doing?” Steve panicked.

“It’s just salt. You can vacuum it up later.”

Steve groaned and ran his hands through his hair. By the time she closed the box of salt, she had made an attempt at a pentagram, each star tip ending at a candle.

“There,” she said proudly as she set the box on the coffee table.

“Now what?” he sighed grumpily.

“Now for the last touch.” She picked up a heavy-looking case and opened it. Inside was a wooden Ouija board. “My mom got this when she was a kid and gave it to me last year. I’ve been wanting an excuse to give it a try.”

“And you had to ruin my carpet for that?” Steve leaned on the wall and raised an eyebrow at her.

“I didn’t ruin shit.” She set the board on the ground just outside of the circle. “Light the candles, turn off the lights, and come sit next to me.”

Steve rolled his eyes and pushed off of the wall. He grabbed the lighter next to his pack of cigarettes and started lighting them. “This better not burn down my fucking apartment.”

“Can you stop complaining!?”

Steve laughed and turned off the lights before sitting on the floor next to Robin.

“Hand,” she said, holding out hers.

Steve placed his hand in hers and looked over the messy salt pentagram. “Ow!” he exclaimed when he felt a sharp prick on his index finger. He tried to pull his hand away, but she held it firmly, positioning it over the edge of the board and squeezing it. A drop of blood fell from the puncture and onto the salt line. “Oh, come on, that’s going to stain.”

“Shut up,” she snapped, hissing as she pricked her own finger with the pin. She coaxed out a drop of blood on top of Steve’s. After she shook the pain off, she picked up Steve’s hand and took a deep breath.

When she closed her eyes and started saying words Steve didn’t recognize, he rolled his eyes and closed them with her. He heard her gasp, and he opened his eyes.

“Look,” she said excitedly, pointing at the farthest candle. Only a thin wisp of smoke trailed from the singed wick. “I think it worked,” she laughed playfully. “Who do you think it is?”

Steve sighed and shook his head, deciding to play along. “Probably someone very confused. Like some random grandmother.”

Robin chuckled. “What if it’s Billy? Or,” she gasped with wide, excited eyes, “What if it’s Eddie?”

“My grandma theory is more likely.”

“Let’s ask.” She grabbed Steve’s hand and placed it on the planchette with her own. “Do we know you?” She over-enunciated each word.

Steve chuckled when Robin started moving the wooden arrow. It stopped over ‘Yes’ in the upper left corner of the board.

“See!” she said excitedly. “Are you Billy?” Again she spoke slowly and deliberately.

Once again, the planchette moved, heading to the opposite corner and stopping over ‘No’. Steve was amused by Robin’s little game.

“Eddie?”

It moved back to ‘Yes’.

“Oh shit, seriously?” Robin said softly.

It jerked over the word ‘Yes’. Steve looked over at her. She had a look of surprise. “You okay?”

“Steve, I’m not moving this,” she said sincerely.

Steve laughed. “Yeah, okay,” he said, unconvinced.

Robin didn’t bother trying to convince him. “I don’t know what to ask him.” Her mind was entirely blank. “You ask something.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know, that’s why I’m telling you to as—” She paused when the planchette started moving again. One by one it spelled out ‘H-I-B-I-G-B-O-Y’.

“Hibig boy?” Steve squinted.

“He said ‘Hi big boy’, dumbass,” Robin corrected.

Steve swallowed. Even if Robin was controlling it, being reminded of that nickname stung and brought back a lot of hard memories.

“Well, say something,” Robin urged.

Steve shook his head, snapping himself out of his flashbacks. “Um, hi?”

“Nice,” she said flatly.

“I don’t know what to say either,” he defended.

The planchette started moving again. ‘S-A-Y-T-H-I-S’

“Say what?” Robin asked.

‘N-O-N’ the planchette spelled before moving to a blank spot.

“Non?” Robin said, confused.

It continued to spell out ‘I-A-M’

“I am?” She squinted.

The planchet jerked to ‘No’

“Iam?” She corrected, furrowing her brow at the unfamiliar word. “Is that Latin?”

Steve chuckled. “Shouldn’t you know? You’re the one controlling it.”

“I told you, it’s not me. I—”

The planchette moved quickly over ‘S-I-L-E-N-C-E’. They both stared at the board, stalk still and silent. Steve began questioning whether it was actually Robin controlling it. She did not have the dexterity to do that so accurately at that speed. He flinched when it started moving at a slower pace. ‘S-A-Y-O-N-L-Y-T-H-I-S’

“Say only this?” Robin squinted.

‘N-O-T-T-H-A-T-P-A-R-T’

“Sorry.”

‘M-A-Y-B-E-J-U-S-T-W-R-I-T-E-I-T-D-O-W-N’

Steve raised his eyebrow as the little wooden arrow moved from letter to letter. He almost wondered if it was even spelling anything or if it was just going through the goddamn alphabet. “Seriously?” Steve squinted when it stopped on a blank spot in the center of the board. “What the hell did that say?”

“He’s asking us to write something down.” She looked at Steve. “Do you have a notepad?”

“Uh, yeah.” Steve was confused about what was going on, but got up and grabbed the notepad and pen he kept by the phone. He handed it to Robin before returning to his spot next to her.

“Okay,” she said, pen at the ready. The planchette remained in place. Robin reached forward and placed her hand on it, but it remained still. “Steve, put your hand on mine.”

Steve shook his head in resignation and added his hand. Quickly it moved and spelled out the first word, ‘N-O-N,’ then moved to a blank spot. Robin kept her left hand on the planchette as she wrote on the notepad with her right. She wrote each word on a new line until the wooden arrow stopped moving altogether and the paper read:

non

iam

ligas

discidium

levo

saeptum

tuum

Robin took her hand off of the planchette and looked at the paper. “I don’t know if we should say this.”

“Why?”

“You’ve seen Evil Dead. Nothing good comes from reading Latin.”

“You can’t actually believe that?” Steve groaned.

“Plus, I may not understand Latin, but it is a root language, and I can make out the jist of a few of the words. No, bind, disrupt, and lift.” Robin set the notebook down. “I’m not reading it. I don’t know what this is, but I think it’s asking us to bring about chaos, and that sounds like a bad idea.”

“Whatever you say, Rob.” Steve rolled his eyes.

Robin tore out the page and crumpled it up, tossing it toward the trashcan. The paper bounced off the wall and rolled a few inches closer to them. “I’m getting the heebie-jeebies. Let’s just watch the movies you rented.”

Steve chuckled and stood. “I got Evil Dead one and two.”

Robin laughed, getting up as well. “Of course you fucking did.”

Steve blew out the candles, worried they’d get knocked over. He sat with Robin on his couch and started the movie. They spent the rest of the evening watching horror movies and stuffing themselves with candy.

When they saw the peak of dawn on the horizon, Robin picked up the board but left the salt and candles. Steve sighed and walked her to the door before turning his attention to the clumsily made summoning circle. He shook his head and got the vacuum out of the coat closet.

The paper that Robin tossed aside caught his eye. He picked it up and hesitated to toss it into the bin. Curiosity got the better of him, so he flattened it to see the notes.

He got a strange sensation of someone watching him and he turned around to his empty living room. He squinted back down at the paper. “Non i-am leg—how do you even pronounce half of this? Disc-i-dee-um? Seep-tum?” Steve shrugged and tried it out. “Non, ee-um, lie-gas, disc-ee-dee-um, lev-oh, sayp-tum, toom.” He snorted and crumpled it back up.

When he turned around to toss the paper into the trashcan, he froze at what sounded like a match strike. He swallowed and turned around to see the candles lighting by themselves, one by one. Each candle flared back to life with the sound of a match strike. The flames from the candles grew into thin towers of fire as the lights of his apartment dimmed out. The light from the flame was blinding, making Steve shield his eyes as the fire spun together in the center of the pentagram.

“*Fucking finally!*” A familiar voice shouted as the flames burst and petered away.

Steve stared in awe as his lights flickered back on. There was a demon resembling Eddie standing in his living room, casually cracking his neck. His skin was warm gray with lines of black tattoo-esque writing twisting around his body. A multitude of thin silver chains draped over him as his only form of clothing. Strangely, it wasn’t indecent that he was basically nude, as he didn’t seem to have any genitalia. He had four horns coming off of his head. The top two flanked the natural part of his elbow-length wavy hair and curved down the back of his head. The other two started on each temple and curved around his ears. A thin whip-like tail waved wildly behind him as he stretched.

“E—Eddie?” Steve gasped.

“In the flesh.” He paused with a contemplative expression. “If you can call this flesh.” He looked at Steve and a smile spread across his face. “Did you miss me… big boy?”

“Yo—I—th—” Steve stammered, looking into his inhuman eyes. They were black where they should be white, and his irises looked like hellfire. “I have to be fucking dreaming.” He blinked and shook his head.

“Aww,” Eddie cooed. “Are you calling me a dream come true, Harrington?”

“More like a nightmare.” He looked at the ground and raised his hands in disbelief.

“I’ll take it.” Eddie smirked. “Now, how about you finish what you started?”

“What?” Steve snapped his eyes back to the surreal sight, not fully convinced that he hadn’t fallen asleep while watching movies.

Eddie put his hands behind his back and leaned forward with a teasing grin. “Come closer and I’ll tell you.”

“I don’t think so.” Steve took a step back.

“Aw,” he pouted, “And here I thought we were friends, Steve.”

“I was friends with Eddie. You’re not Eddie.” He backed up until he hit the wall.

“Oh, but I am,” he said simply. “A lot has happened since I died in order for me to get where I am today, and I’ll happily tell you about it after you help me finalize this ritual.”

“What does this ritual do?” Steve asked warily. He folded his arms behind his back and gave his hand a pinch. Fuck…

“Just releases me from my last bind.” He stroked the air between them. Sparks shot from his clawed fingers, sending distorted ripples through the air and revealing an invisible dome around him. “Nothing nefarious.”

“Your existence is nefarious.” The rational side of Steve’s brain still fought for this whole thing to be a dream. There was no way he was staring at his dead friend. There’s no way that’s Eddie.

Eddie’s playful expression fell into something akin to annoyance. “I want to take that as a compliment, but I feel like you’re going to be difficult.” He crossed his arms and cocked his hip. “Whatever,” he sighed. “Just get back to cleaning your house.” With that, he lifted his feet off the ground and sat cross-legged midair, holding his ankles.

He furrowed his brow at the being levitating in his living room. “You won’t try anything?”

“I won’t interrupt you cleaning your swanky pad, don’t worry,” Eddie grumbled and spun himself upside down, remaining in the same position. His wavy hair fell limply from between his horns, a few strands catching on them.

Steve swallowed and inched closer to his vacuum. “How do I know I can trust you?”

“Well, that’s up to you, but believe it or not, it’s impossible for us to lie.” He stretched his hands out below him to play with the salt in the center of the pentagram. The tip of his claws pushed the salt around aimlessly.

“Us?” Steve squinted.

“My brand of demons, fiends, servants of the Prince of Darkness, etcetera.”

Steve wasn’t sure if he should trust the words of... whatever it was. “If you can’t lie, then tell me one thing,” he said with a serious face, crossing his arms.

Eddie tilted his head curiously.

“Why did you deviate from the plan that night?”

Eddie’s face fell and he righted himself, dropping his feet back to the ground. He took a deep breath. “It’s been a long time since I thought about that.” He held his elbow and turned away from Steve. The shy demeanor looked strange on him. “But I figured… if I didn’t stay behind and keep them busy…” His tail wrapped around his ankle and he took a deep breath. “They got into the trailer,” he restarted. “We didn’t barricade it well enough. If I’d followed Dustin, the bats would have come through the gate and chased us on that side. I knew if I left the rope intact, Dustin would’ve followed me back into the Upside Down, and I didn’t want that. I ran out of the trailer knowing full well that what I was doing could end with me dying.” He sighed and looked back at Steve. “I was also just done with running and was ashamed by how many times I had.”

Steve dropped his guard a little. He still didn’t trust him, but his story checked out. “You know… you were right to run away. Trust me, sometimes it’s better to run.”

Eddie blinked and relaxed his body. “But that was like what? Four, five years ago?”

“Yeah…” Steve contorted his face in contemplation. “How did you even end up like this?”

Eddie smirked and balanced himself on his thin tail. “I already told you. I’ll tell you when you let me out of here.”

Steve raised his eyebrows with a stern expression. “I don’t think so.”

Eddie shrugged. “Not like I can go anywhere until you do. So, I’ll be here whenever you change your mind.”

Steve stared blankly at the warped version of what was supposed to be Eddie. He couldn't wrap his mind around what he was seeing and, honestly, he didn't want to believe it. He threw his hands up and walked away. “I’m convinced I’m dreaming. I’m going to go to bed, and when I wake up, you’ll be gone.”

“Okay, see you in a few hours.” Eddie returned to floating cross-legged, slowly spinning in various directions.

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Steve woke up around noon and walked into the living room. “Shit, you’re still here.”

“Mornin’, sweet cheeks.” Eddie was upside down, stretched out with his ankles crossed, his head a few inches off of the ground. His hair was defying gravity as well, making him look like he was right-side up. He smirked at Steve in his boxers.

Steve groaned. “How do I send you back?”

“Want to get rid of me already, Steve?” He pouted dramatically.

Steve glanced over at the pouting face. He’d returned his eyes to his original brown ones, making the pout even more pathetic. “Don’t look at me like that.” Steve looked away and walked into the kitchen.

“But it’s working.” He grinned and disappeared into smoke for a second before reforming upright, his chains faintly jingling as they settled. “Please?” he said softly and pathetically.

Steve sighed and turned to say something, but entirely forgot what it was when he saw Eddie. He looked exactly as he remembered him five years ago and was just standing in his living room.

“Hey Steve,” he said meekly.

“That’s-” Steve took a deep breath and looked at him in horror. “That’s not fair.”

Eddie huffed a soft, almost sad, laugh. “But it’s me.” He vaguely shrugged.

“No. No, it’s not,” Steve said, more to convince himself. “You’re… that demon thing.”

“We’re one and the same.” Eddie created a hologram effect, overlaying a translucent image of his demon form behind him, displaying the size difference between them. The demon towered at least a foot over him.

“How is that even possible?” Steve strained. He didn’t want to look at his lost friend, but couldn’t take his eyes off him. Flashes of that face, lifeless and covered in blood, kept invading his mind.

The afterimage of the demon faded away. “I already told you what you need to do in order to get that information.” Eddie raised his hand and stroked his ring-covered fingers against the invisible barrier, making it spark.

“How exactly do I release you, anyway?” Steve squinted.

“I’ll tell you if you promise to do it,” Eddie smirked.

“Never mind,” Steve sighed and turned back into his kitchen, forcing himself to look away.

“Oh, come on!” Eddie exclaimed and sat on the ground cross-legged, twirling his finger in the salt next to him.

Steve got himself a bowl of cereal and sat in the living room, facing away from Eddie.

“Are you seriously just going to ignore me now?” Eddie puffed out his cheeks and turned back to his demon form in a dense cloud of black smoke when Steve turned on the TV. “Ignore me all you want. I’m not going anywhere.”

The volume turned up on the TV. Eddie groaned and paced in circles around the tiny enclosure. He watched with an unamused expression as Steve finished his breakfast and cleaned up after himself.

Steve glanced at Eddie and the salt-covered carpet below him. “You said you wouldn’t pull anything if I tried to clean, right?”

“Yes,” Eddie rolled his eyes. “Clean ‘till your heart’s content. And if I’m being honest, as I have to be, the salt keeps getting between my toes.”

Steve chuckled and walked over to the vacuum. He plugged it in and looked toward the circle at Eddie's feet. The candles caught his eye and figured he'd best pick those up first.

“No!” Eddie panicked and held his hand out when Steve reached for one.

“What?” Steve said, startled.

“Don't remove the candles.” He looked at Steve with a distraught expression.

“How am I supposed to clean my living room with them in the way?”

“Just clean around them.”

“Why can't I remove the candles?” Steve squinted.

“Something bad will happen,” Eddie said quickly.

“Bad how?”

Eddie opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He contorted his face and tried again. “I—” he sighed and looked away. “I don't want to tell you.”

“Did you just try to lie?” Steve chuckled.

Eddie glanced at Steve and moved his mouth to create an ‘N’ sound, but froze and pursed his lips.

Steve laughed. “You actually can't lie, can you?”

“No,” he said grumpily. “I can't.”

“Then tell me why I shouldn't move the candles.”

“Just because I can't lie doesn't mean I have to answer your questions.” Eddie's tail flicked at the salt on the floor and a few granules passed through invisible wall with tiny sparks.

“Then I guess I'll just have to find out,” he threatened, reaching for the closest one.

“Please don't.” Eddie’s fear and desperation sounded sincere.

Steve dropped his hand and looked at Eddie. Or rather, up at him. He was easily a foot taller than him. The chains swaying from his chest caught Steve’s eyes. He squinted when he saw they were hanging off of matching nipple rings. “Tell me why and I won't.”

Eddie looked at him warily. “Promise?”

“Promise,” Steve agreed.

“Ugh,” Eddie exclaimed as he ran his hands through his hair.

Steve found himself scanning over the rest of Eddie's body. It was the same body type he had as a human, just a bit more muscular and on a taller frame. His nipple rings weren't the only piercing the chains were attached to. He also had a bellybutton ring, a line of three small rings going down either hip and the same on his shoulders. Each ring had at least one chain, either attached directly to it or threaded through the hoop.

“I don't know…” Eddie groaned. “Humans can lie.”

“I'll keep my word,” Steve reassured.

Eddie sighed and glanced away. “If the candles are moved before I'm released, it’ll send me back.”

Steve squinted at him. “And you don't want to go back?”

“Are you kidding?!” Eddie exclaimed. “Do you know how rare it is for someone to successfully summon a demon these days? Plus, for it to be someone you know? It's unheard of!”

“What's so special about being summoned?” Steve stepped back and leaned on the wall next to his vacuum as he waited for Eddie to respond.

“It's one of the few ways we can have a physical form.”

Steve squinted. “You don't have a physical form?”

“Not down there I don't,” he answered simply.

“So… Hell is real, then?” Steve raised an eyebrow.

“Oh yeah. Honestly, not that bad of a place either… Well, if you're there to serve, anyway,” he corrected. “If you're there for punishment, then it's literally your worst nightmare.”

“How did you become a servant?”

“That part of the tale I'll tell you when you let me out.” Eddie beamed at him.

“If I do let you out, what do you plan to do?”

“Lots of things,” he said cheerily, dragging the tip of his tail over the invisible wall, creating a trail of sparks and ripples. “Mainly sins of the flesh, can't really enjoy those without the ‘flesh’ part.”

“You're not going to kill anyone, are you?”

Eddie laughed. “No, actually, we're not able to cause any direct harm to mortals.”

Steve furrowed his brow in disbelief. “Really?”

“Yep. That's mainly for the higher-ups.” He pointed toward the ceiling.

“You said mostly sins of the flesh. What else?”

“Just standard demon duties, temptations, creating general chaos, etcetera.”

“I'll think about it,” Steve said with uncertainty as he pushed off the wall. “And in the meantime, I'll keep the candles where they are.”

“I guess I'll just be your little caged bird.” He turned into a bat and flew around in circles before appearing as his demon self again.

“Do you know what a bird is?” Steve scoffed with a quirked brow as he secured the vacuum hose.

“Duh, but bats are cooler.” He crossed his legs and returned to floating about three feet off of the ground. He dusted the salt from the bottom of his feet.

Steve rolled his eyes. “Figured you'd never want to see a bat again.”

“Normal bats are fine, it's those fucking Upside Down bats...” He shivered at the memory.

Steve went to turn on the vacuum, but had a thought. “Hey, with the weird force-field thing, will I even be able to clean that?” He pointed to the salt below Eddie.

“Yeah,” Eddie stated, as if it was obvious. “You can come and go freely through these.” He knocked on the force field with his knuckle. It sparked and rippled, but made no sound. “Humans aren't affected by such rules.”

“Good, then just stay where you are so I can get the salt under you.” Steve turned on the vacuum and pushed it toward the circle below Eddie. As Eddie had said, the vacuum didn't hit anything, but a loud cracking sound made Steve freeze and turn off the vacuum. His eyes opened wide when he saw barely visible cracks in the air. He stepped back and watched as the cracks grew and spread over the invisible dome around Eddie, who had a thrilled grin on his face. With a deafening shatter, the dome exploded, and Eddie laughed triumphantly.

“Thank you!” Eddie said gleefully as he appeared in front of Steve from a cloud of dark smoke.

Steve stood stalk still as Eddie grabbed his face and shoved his unnaturally long tongue into his mouth. He didn't know what to think and pushed him away out of reflex. Eddie licked his grinning lips with a forked tongue, winked, and popped into dark smoke that was quickly dissipated by a wind that wasn’t there. Too much had happened too quickly for Steve to fully understand the situation. Plus, he was distracted by the strange taste of sulfur that lingered in his mouth.

@steddiebang

#From Hell and Back #FHaB #SteddieBang23 #Steddie #demon eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #fanfiction #Canon universe #Demon #Occult #crack treated seriously

[shivered-bones]

harringrove except it's a haunting of bly manor inspired au.

steve is the wealthy rich kid that's inherited his recently deceased father's property. a run down english manor is a suprising inclusion, but, honestly, steve's tenuous connection to his own parents means a mystery was bound to show up somewhere. he intends to ignore it at first, until robin is unearthing old news articles and dustin is affectionately dubbing it his 'murder house'. of course they go, because they're both like a dog with a bone and steve is their reluctant enabler.

billy doesn't know he's dead. he knows he was somewhere he shouldn't have been doing something he shouldn't have done and he can't truly remember why. maybe it's because she wanted him. billy doesn't remember why that's important either. but he was angry, and the manor crumbled under the weight. he does know he is in service of the manor. he must care for it, which includes scaring away the trio of intruders that seem set on inhabiting the manor.

except the rest of the group in america have a direct line to the spooky goings on in the manor via social media and texts. what started off as a simple trip ends with steve housing six teenagers for the summer, and he would be content to lounge in the garden the entire time if the ghost didn't seem insistent on making his life a living hell.

the ouija board and the seances and the camera peering from the corner of steve's room were a package deal when it came to the nerds that had decided steve was their appointed guardian when it came to possibly dangerous scenarios. but he didn't agree to el's freaky visions and will's sixth sense and max's stubborn insistence leading to an unexpected connection, nor did he agree to the pull in his chest.

billy and steve are separated by time and life and death. they're an abnormality that was doomed from the start.

#billy hargrove #harringrove #an incomplete idea wrote down in a moment of brain rot #the themes and ideas of bly but with the inherent chaos of modern day internet wielding teenagers #might develop later idk #motivation whomst?

[bueris]

BILLIE?!? BUERIS?!? BORIS?!?

YOU DIED?!? WHAT.

IM NOT OKAY WITH THAT. I WILL FIND A WAY TO RESURRECT YOU I SWEAR.

*over ouija board* don't worry the afterlife is pretty okay, it's mostly grass from what I'm seeing, I think I know how to get out... well I do know, I managed to almost do it, but I'll stick around in case anyone else shows up!! if youre worried @cyberbluee put my body in the hq freezer 👍

*ouija board catches on fire*

#girlfriend fc #gf fc

[docrotten]

SPOOKIES (1986) – Episode 257 – Decades Of Horror 1980s

“We almost got our tuchus plunged!” Almost? Shoot, that would’ve made a perfect scene to go with the farting Muck Men. Join your faithful Grue Crew – Crystal Cleveland, Chad Hunt, Bill Mulligan, and Jeff Mohr – as they discuss Spookies (1986)! Wait. Why haven’t we seen this before?

Decades of Horror 1980s Episode 257 – Spookies (1986)

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(It was going to be) A group of teens go to an abandoned house to party and do battle with spirits and creatures they accidentally release from a strange Ouija board. (Instead, it became) A wicked sorcerer tries to sacrifice a group of people inside his house to use their vitality to keep his wife alive.

  Directed by: Thomas Doran & Brendan Faulkner (footage from Twisted Souls); Genie Joseph (as Eugenie Joseph);

Writing Credits: Thomas Doran, Frank M. Farel, & Brendan Faulkner (Twisted Souls footage screenplay); Ann Burgund (additional material) (credited as Joseph Burgund)

Produced by:

Thomas Doran, Frank M. Farel, Brendan Faulkner (producers) (unfinished film Twisted Souls)

Genie Joseph (producer) (credited as Eugenie Joseph)

Michael Lee (executive producer: Miggles Corporation)

Makeup Department:

Jennifer Aspinall (makeup artist/special makeup effects) (credited as Jennifer Aspinal)

Gabriel Bartalos (special makeup effects)

Arnold Gargiulo (special makeup effects) (credited as Arnold Gargiulo II)

Vincent J. Guastini (special makeup effects) (credited as Vincent Guastini)

Nick Santeramo (assistant makeup effects)

Nancy Tong (makeup artist) (credited as Nanxy Tong)

John Dods (prosthetic makeup artist) (uncredited)

Special Effects by:

Ken Brilliant (animation model construction)

John Dods (creator: additional effects/special creature design and animation)

Ken Walker (animation model construction)

John Mathews (creature effects assistant) (uncredited)

Visual Effects by:

Al Magliochetti (special effects photography)

Larry Revene (special effects photography)

Selected Cast:

Peter Dain as Peter

Kim Merrill as Meegan

Nick Gionta as Duke

Joan Ellen Delaney as Linda

Charlotte Alexandra as Adrienne (credited as Charlotte Seeley)

Anthony Valbiro as Dave

Lisa Friede as Carol

Al Magliochetti as Lewis Wilson

Peter Iasillo Jr. as Rich

Soo Paek as The Spider Woman

James M. Glenn as The Grim Reaper

Gabriel Bartalos as Muck Man

Peter Delynn as Muck Man

John Beatty as Muck Man

Robert Epstein as Graveyard Zombie

Felix Ward as Kreon

Maria Pechukas as Isabelle

Dan Scott as Kreon’s Servant

Alec Nemser as Billy

A.J. Lowenthal as Korda/Son of Kreon & Isabelle

Pat Wesley Bryan as Drifter

If Spookies feels like two different movies, it’s because it’s one of those nightmare productions where the “making of” story might be more interesting than the movie itself. Yes, too many cooks spoil the broth and Spookies is solid evidence that too many filmmakers ruin the movie. With production being shanghaied near the beginning of post-production work and half the film reshot, Grue Believers will never know if the original crew’s vision would’ve made a better movie. Throw in some top makeup and effects people early in their careers and the Grue Crew have plenty to fuel their talkabout of this fun, mess of a movie.

At the time of this writing, Spookies is available to stream from Tubi, Shudder, ScreamBox, and AMC+, and on physical media in Blu-ray format in a 2-disc set from Vinegar Syndrome.

Every two weeks, Gruesome Magazine’s Decades of Horror 1980s podcast will cover another horror film from the 1980s. The next episode’s film chosen by Jeff, will be Just Before Dawn (1981), an underappreciated slasher from co-writer/director Jeff Lieberman (Squirm, 1976; Blue SunshineI, 1977) and starring George Kennedy, Chris Lemmon, Deborah Benson, Greg Henry, and Mike Kellin. 

Please let them know how they’re doing! They want to hear from you – the coolest, grooviest fans – so leave them a message or comment on the Gruesome Magazine Youtube channel, on the Gruesome Magazine website, or email the Decades of Horror 1980s podcast hosts at [email protected].

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[dreamlandcreations]

Mornings

cursed warlock!Billy Russo x witch!Reader

Summary: Billy is not a morning person cat...

Warnings: fluff?

note: I'm out of black cat gifs, so here comes Prudence as faceclaim for witch!reader. The drabbles have no reader description

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You woke up the same way as you did every day for the last week. With Billy - who still didn’t ‘talk’ but gave you his name with your ouija board - snuggled under your chin and refusing to move until you bribe him with caresses and a promise of a delicious breakfast.

Little did you know, Billy was tempted to tell you he was more than a familiar and he yearned to have you as his morning treat.

He knew he simply had to 'speak' for you to understand but he wanted more time with you.

Lazy mornings, just like this.

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