#But also a lot of what the cult-town tries to get you to 'give up' is. like. Believing in capitalism

[llatimeria]

Just finished The Santaroga Barrier by Frank Herbert (my dad likes to play audiobooks in the car on trips) and I didn't like it much (and there's quite a bit of Yikes in it, because frank herbert and the 1960s in general,) but the aspect I found most interesting was the concept of like. A world's subconscious desire to kill The Other.

In the book an investigator visits a small cultish town in order to investigate it for a market study after a few other researchers mysteriously died. he gets into a frightening number of "accidents" while he's there (like the former investigators) and starts believing that there was a conspiracy among the townsfolk and all of them were intentionally trying to murder him.

tl;dr, it turns out it actually was a subconscious yet intense phobia/hatred they had of The Outside they had as part of their personal traumas, childhood indoctrination into their local cult, and the LSD-like drug they were constantly on. They didn't mean the investigator any harm, if anything they were extremely welcoming, kind, well-meaning people, but this background radiation of fear and rage kept making them accidentally do things to kill him - mixing up insecticide and spices in his food, gas fumes being pumped in his hotel room after a botched maintenance job, a torn carpet tripping him off the railing of the balcony, and Many Other subtle attempts on his life that he just happened to avoid by sheer chance.

But all the townsfolk don't really think anything of it - the town doctor, especially skeptical, "diagnoses" him as "accident-prone" until the investigator begs and pleads with him for days after several brutal accidents in a row, and only then does the doctor start believing him but even then only comes up with the theory that all of this supposed malice towards the investigator is "subconscious" - later shown to likely be correct when the investigator himself, after overdosing on their special drug, "accidentally" shoves his colleague off a roof, killing him, but the investigator physically cannot see it as anything but an accident anymore. it simply doesn't reach his mind that he killed a former friend of his. it was just an accident. he just fell, all on his own.

the idea of A Town That Wants To Kill You, But It's Nothing Personal resonated with me from the perspective of being a disabled person, especially one in a generally welcoming, accepting environment. when you're disabled, not a lot of people will come to you bearing their ableism between their teeth. They'll be nice, insensitive maybe, but nice, and are often outwardly willing to accomodate you. But they also stick out their leg as you're walking along to trip you. They'll apologize, and you'll maybe even believe it, even though to you, from your perspective, it was obviously an attempt to harm you. You excuse it once, maybe twice, but after a point, you realize that this world, this community you have entered, is actively hostile towards you and everyone like you. so you start screaming it to the rooftops. you tell authorities that the world wants to hurt you, but they begin affixing labels to you like "paranoid" or "anxious". they know no one actually has it out for you, personally, after all. that would be ridiculous.

but you still keep getting tripped down the stairs. the rat poison and the sugar at your favorite coffee shop still keep getting mixed up, but only when it's your order. in the hospital, recovering from your previous "accidents", a nurse will still accidentally pump you full of saline instead of medicine.

after a point, doesn't the fact that all of these are "accidents", and that no one WANTS to kill you, just... stop mattering a little bit? Yeah, no one wants to hurt you, but they just keep doing it. They keep making stupid little mistakes. They know everyone like you who has visited their community has died or been seriously injured under suspicious circumstances, but the idea that they, themselves, could be a little bit at fault just doesn't even register to them. they don't even consider that they might have to change their ways in order to protect people like you. After all, you can't prepare for every "freak accident". Even when the solution could be as simple as "stop putting rat poison next to the sugar", every time it happens to you, or a person like you, it's just an "accident", that no one "meant" any harm, and "nothing could be done".

it doesn't cross their mind that a string of unfortunate accidents ceases to be accidents, but serious negligence. it can't cross their mind, because they're not the victims here. they only even begin to acknowledge something might be wrong when the victims are screaming in their face, day after day. even then, they come to the conclusion that even if you're right, and the community does want to kill you because you are Other, they won't immediately see anything wrong with that. To Them, the answer is clear as day: just become one of Them, and you'll be safe. They take care of their own.

#this isn't even really what the santaroga barrier is even about i just found this to be a useful structure for talking about disability #It's not... NOT what it's about?? #it's definitely got themes of Otherness #but it's more about like. #My dad put it as 'how much of your individuality would you give up to live in paradise' #which is also interesting to think about but . imo if i have to give up parts of myself it would no longer be paradise #But also a lot of what the cult-town tries to get you to 'give up' is. like. Believing in capitalism #And to me it definitely feels like Herbert was on the santarogan's side with that part at least but it's still interesting that that's like #it's still interesting that That of all things is what you have to give up in order to Become Santarogan. #Like. Personally i'd have to change very little to become a santarogan. the trade off for me is not that huge #which makes the protagonist actually seem a little unhinged and unnecessarily hostile #Does daesin just want to believe in capitalism That Badly even when he doesn't understand that that's what this is about #Is it like the scene from They Live where the protagonist tries to get his friend to wear the Anticapitalism Sunglasses but the friend #just refuses point blank even though he has no reason to? #idk. it's definitely an interesting premise. but the racisms. and the misogynies. it's really hard to look past that #especially the part where one black character describes himself like #'before [santaroga] i was an ignorant [n slur hard r]. now i am an educated n-gro“ #which was just. holy fucking shit. that is unspeakably awful. shut the fuck up frank #Also a part where a woman disrobes herself to prove herself to be no harm to the investigator [her fiancee] #and he says something like. 'you're so beautiful i just might rape you' and shes just like teehee thats sweet :) #Which. Bad. Very nasty. Don't say that. #And the general concept of potentially using that woman to lure the investigator into the cult. it's unclear how much of that was #on purpose on the part of santarogans but it does have this slimy Women Are Evil Temptresses That Trap Men In Bad Situations miasma to it #anyways. sorry for blabbing on and on about a 50 year old book by the same guy who wrote dune which is clearly an unquestionable masterpiece #/s. #I just had no choice in listening to this story while sitting in the back of a car on Very Empty Montana And Wyoming Highways #so I might as well rotate it just a little I guess. nothing better to do

[whorefortheevans]

How The Evans React to you Having an Anxiety Attack

Since im having an anxiety attack rn i thought this would be a good way to get a quick post out lmfao

CW: not proofread, all lowercase, anxiety

Tate

tate's always with you, even if you cant see him

he also cares more about you than he has anyone else, so as soon as you start showing signs of anxiety, he knows right away

watches you like a hawk

the second your leg starts to bounce and your breathing becomes shallow, he walks right over to you

he's not great at talking through emotions, but he lays with you and lets you rest your head on his chest

wraps his arms around you tightly

kisses the top of your head

if you cry it'll make him cry too lmao

Kyle

if you're with him at the frat house, he'll take you upstairs to his room away from everyone else

if you're not with him, he answers your call at the first ring and will drive over to you even if its 3 in the morning

kyle is super emotionally available so its really easy to talk to him about what's making you anxious

he's very affectionate

rubs your arms, legs, and back

talks you through your anxiety and gets you a glass of water

i feel like he would be big on journaling, so he would buy you a little journal for when you get too anxious

Jimmy

i don't think jimmy is very familiar with what anxiety is

given the time period, jimmy thinks anyone with anxiety was automatically admitted to mental hospitals, so you had to explain to him what general anxiety is

he still didn't completely understand it, but he tries to be there for you when you get anxious

he sits with you and lets you talk

usually doesn't have much to say, so he just gives you lots of hugs

he offers to go on walks around the camp with you

sometimes he'll put you on the back of his motorcycle and drive you into town to help clear your mind

Pre-cult!Kai

kai's parents definitely didn't talk to him about mental health

so when you start getting anxious, he kind of freaks out thinking something is seriously wrong with you

he feels a little awkward talking about feelings, but he listens to you anyway

will awkwardly put his arm around you hoping its enough

he uses his free hand to send an SOS text to winter

Kai

i hate to say this bc i love him...but blue-haired kai would not put time into talking you through an anxiety attack

he would tell you to skip that day's meeting so you weren't a distraction to anyone

he lets you stay in his bed and checks up on you every now and then

if you want to talk with him, just forget about it because if you even start to explain to him what's bothering you he'll leave immediately

he might ask winter to spend some time with you so you're not completely alone

if he's in a good mood after his meeting, he'll sit with you in his bed and offer to get you food or water

#ahs asylum #ahs coven #ahs cult #ahs freakshow #ahs smut #american horror story #evan peters #evan peters fanfiction #ahs murder house #kai anderson #tate langdon #kyle spencer #jimmy darling #tate langdon x reader #kyle spencer x reader #jimmy darling x reader #kai anderson x reader #anxitey #ahs headcanons

[nezuscribe]

𝐟𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫

pairings: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: it's not expected of the head cheerleader to go to the run-down bar to watch eddie munsons' band. but it's also not expected of the two of you to ever meet. and what can eddie do, ignore his number one fan?

fic warnings (mdni 18+): reader is over 18, smut, blow jobs, messy make-outs, oral sex (fem and male receiving), fingering, teasing, cum eating, unprotected piv, Eddie kind of having a corruption kink but when does he never

Friday nights. That’s when they play. Leather jackets, smudged eyeliner, voices all yelling in harmony as they play for their usuals, you included. Sometimes they were a bit off beat, or just completely forgot the lyrics, but it didn’t stop you from coming back every week, soda in hand as you giggled at their funny antics before and after the show. 

And you’d also be lying to yourself if you thought that the only reason you were coming was because of their little jokes. Because deep down you knew that the lead guitarist had caught your eye ever since you first saw him. 

You couldn’t lie, Eddie Munson was just irresistible.

And yes, by your school, (and society’s) standard, Eddie Munson was supposed to be untouchable, and not in a good way. You were supposed to avoid him like the plague, pretend like his sort never existed, and get along with your day. He was satanic, or so your mother would say as she angrily chopped her vegetables, and was the leader of your highschools so-called “cult”.

You called bull, but you knew it would take a lot more than logical thinking to convince the town of Hawkins that the Hellfire Club didn’t exactly keep true to its name.

So after a lucky mistake, you found yourself searching for cheap food and stumbled across the mangy bar, not expecting to find your school's most decorated student riffing on his electric guitar.

Unlike you, Eddie could still recall that night almost like it happened yesterday. It was rather crowded, meaning that there were more than five people filling the empty seats as he introduced the band and what they were going to sing. His eye scanned the crowd, almost like they almost did, but they stopped, widening for a second in recognition.

“This song's a cover from the one and only…” He trailed off, his hand wrapped around the microphone loosening when he saw you sitting in the crowd, Hawkins High’s golden girl, still in your cheer uniform from practice as he stammered, getting a hold of himself as he cleared his throat and mumbled out a quiet; “Black Sabbath.”

He thought that maybe you were here for a date, but you looked relatively cheery for being there by yourself, giving them encouraging claps whenever they’d start a new song, obviously enjoying your time as you munched on the complimentary chips. 

Eddie thought it was strange, sure, but he figured that you came that night out of ennui. But you kept reappearing every Friday, getting familiar with the people as you stayed up to midnight to listen to them sing. He knew that while he tried to convince himself that this band was going places, he knew that they weren’t professional or all that good; so you must have been really bored to come here in your free time.

For him, it was definitely new. Out of all people to keep coming back to their shows, he never would have bet his money on you. You who always kept your shoes and clothing clean and painted your nails a light baby pink as you walked around school flashing everybody who passed you by a friendly smile.

It eventually became a standard for you to go, though, feeling almost as if it were rude had you been a no-show. Clad in that green skirt, your cheer logo stamped on the jacket as you walked through the door, giving the woman behind the counter a grin as she waved to you.

“May I have a diet coke?” You ask, leaning over the counter as you tap your shoes on the floor in a little beat, “Please?” 

“F’course,” She gave you a kind wink as she slid it over, the drink already prepared because, at this point, everybody knew that you were coming and what you liked to order.

“Thanks Suz,” You pay, pulling out a straw from the holder as you make your way over to your regular spot, drinking a little bit to quench your thirst. You looked around, noting that it was emptier than usual, but maybe this Friday people just weren’t up for metal music and room-temperature beer.

But the more closely you looked, the more confused you got. The stage was empty, which wasn’t unusual, but none of their usual pieces of equipment were up there, instead replaced by a lone maraca resting on a stool. And you were sure that the last time you checked, none of the four members used that instrument.

Your forehead wrinkled in bewilderment, 

“Hey, Suz?” You called out as you turned in your seat, looking over to see him cleaning out a cup, “Are they playing tonight?” 

She opened her mouth to speak but paused as her gaze fell to something behind you, giving you a knowing grin, jutting her chin to something behind you as she went back to cleaning her cup.

“Sorry, but,” You perked in your seat at the familiar voice, glancing back to see Eddie Munson standing right there, hovering over the seat next to you as he gave you an apologetic look, “Gareth’s got carpal tunnel at the moment. Can’t really work any magic on the drums when the hand holding the wand is immobile.”

Your eyes widen for a second, mouth running dry as if the weeks of preparing yourself to just talk to him had fallen short on you. He leaned against your little table, staring at you through furrowed grows as you gaped up at him. 

“Oh…” You swallowed, rubbing nervously at your nose as you gave him an awkward chuckle, “Well, that um, that - that sucks.” And you watch as Eddie grins boyishly at your stammering, clicking his tongue against his teeth. 

“Tell me about it.” 

You feel like your heart was about to beat out of your chest, the silly little crush that was growing on the boy surely about to be the death of you as you try to adjust yourself to look less gauche. It was stupid, really, just how minuscule you felt under his gaze, and even when he’d walk by you could feel your body heat up. You watched through nervous eyes as he silently motions to the empty seat next to you, a quiet question as you slowly nod.

“Fortunately, Per said he’d fill in on the, uh…” He motioned his hands to the maracas, “Cha-cha instruments.” A small giggle falls past your lips as you snort into your drink, some of the soda splashing on your cheeks as Eddie grins in triumph. 

“Per?” 

“Yeah, well, his name’s Casper but…” He shrugged, his nose wrinkling, “I can’t say that name without thinking of Casper the friendly ghost.” And your already contagious smile grows as you lean a bit on the table, your hand rubbing at the little beads of water falling down the sides of your drink.

He stared at you for while you took another tentative sip, your fingers drumming on the table as you rubbed at your nose. Yeah, he thought, you were really pretty up close.

“So…” You bit your lip as you tried to think of what to say, your leg bouncing up and down as you looked up at him, “When do you think you’ll be able to play?”

Eddie couldn’t help but feel his lips tilt upwards at your genuine curiosity, pursing his lips as he tried to think. 

“A week, maybe two. Don’t sweat on it, Gareth’s got abnormal healing time.” 

You nod, biting the inside of your cheek, trying to contain your smile. You glance away as you twirl the straw around in your drink, the afternoon sun lighting up your features as Eddie stares at you, unknowingly. He couldn't help it. He thought you’d be off-put by him, giving him a short answer as you slowly pretended like he didn’t exist, but he wasn’t prepared to be bombarded with the same treatment you give everybody else.

“What about you?” He sits up in his seat at the question as you take another sip, looking him in the eyes as you wait for an answer. 

“What about me?” He says through a little laugh, tilting his head to the side as you duck your chin down in embarrassment, heat flooding your cheeks under his scrutinizing gaze.

“Your fingers,” You muttered as you pointed to his hand, “Don’t they hurt? With playing the guitar and all?” 

He looked down at his fingertips, the little indents from the guitar strings still there even after days of not playing, but he waves it off. 

“Soak them in ice-cold water right afterward and don’t feel a thing,” He pauses, scratching his chin, “Might be because my fingers go numb from the cold, but it works.” You laugh again, the sound sweet and soft as a bell as your eyes wrinkle around the edges, your cheeks pulled up in the fullest way and he can’t help but understand why everybody at the school loved you so much.

“Y/n.” You say, sticking out your hand, your palm facing the left as you sit up a bit straighter in your seat. Eddie huffs, his hand grasping yours as shakes it lightly, his fingers lingering on the back of your hand.

“Eddie.” He mirrors and you give him a sheepish smile, embarrassed as you nod. 

“I know. I’ve been coming here, and it’s-” You swallowed as your fingers fiddled with each other, “It’s hard to miss your name.” 

Eddie contains a grin, cocking a brow at you as he interlaces his hands together, leaning back in his seat as he rubs at the corner of his eyes, the little dimples on the sides of his face about to make an appearance as you wait for him to say anything.

“Yeah,” He shakes his head in disbelief as he lets out another chuckle, “Yeah it’s kinda hard to believe that if I’m being totally honest.” 

Your little smile falls as concern fills in.

“Hard to…believe?” 

He nods, his curls bouncing as he tucks some of his loose hair behind his ear, fidgeting with some of his rings as he clicks his tongue, leaning into the table as you nervously sip on your drink.

“Well, the golden girl of Hawkins High just never really struck me as the type of person to…enjoy metal music, with the, y’know…” Eddie explains as he imitated pom-poms and you roll your eyes as you twirled the ice around, watching as the bubbles of carbonation rose to the top and popped.

“You guys do play a lot of Ozzy for die-hard metal fans. I’d prefer a bit of Pantera or Anthrax but,” You shrugged, never breaking eye contact as you take a sip, “I guess I’m just not into it as much as you are.”

Eddie almost choked on his spit, his eyes widening as you innocently looked up, a teasing smile on your face as you soaked in his reaction. Fuck, he was a total goner now. The biggest fool to underestimate just how much a grasp you could have on him in seconds because you knew his music. Knew it well enough that he could barely think of a witty comeback that could save him from this embarrassment. And you were easily using that as leverage against him.

He hated how he thought that maybe he could twist you over, see just what you were up to because surely you couldn’t be coming to their gigs out of enjoyment. But maybe he was being small-minded, and maybe that small-mindedness was coming back to bite him.

“You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?” He rubbed at his chin, perplexed by you who was sitting right there in front of him.

“I like keeping people on their toes.” 

Eddie chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief as your hands fiddled with the delicate necklace you wore, moving the pendant around as Eddie tried his best to keep his eyes glued onto your face. But he felt as though you were teasing, maybe even testing him as his gaze dropped a bit, his eyes glazing over as you smirked consciously. 

“Wanna see it?” He asks suddenly, and your brows instantly furrow in confusion. Eddie seemed to have been snapped out of his trance, happy to know that he caught you off-guard with his question.

“See what, Munson?” Though it could have been a genuine question, heat crawled up his neck as you used his last name, something ne never realized could sound so sweet falling off your tongue, and it took him an embarrassing couple of seconds to remember what the original question even was. 

He stammered, and you tilted your head to the side, worried for him as he cracked his fingers, “The vessel that carries sound to showcase all that is good and holy with the world.” And damn you were fast to figure out what he meant because you waved off his exaggerated speech with a hand, your fingers grazing him as your shoulder shook with laughter. 

“You mean your guitar?”

“Sure, if that’s what they’re calling it these days.” 

Rolling your eyes you let out another giggle, ducking your head as you fiddle with the hem of your skirt, never expecting your little interaction with Eddie to go this far as he sat there waiting for your answer. 

“Depends. Where is she?” Eddie smiles at your wording. 

“This place is very accommodating to its attendees. She’s still in the backroom.” You purse your lips, your eyes giving away your pure excitement as you shrug unbiasedly, but Eddie could tell that you had already given in to his offer. 

“Show the way,” You say, standing up from your seat as you pass Suz your empty cup, pulling at your skirt and uniform as you wait for him, “Rockstar.”

Eddie quietly groans, his eyes shutting for a second as he covers it up with a lame cough, missing the way you smiled triumphantly to yourself. Eddie muttered a couple of things to Suz, throwing her a thumbs up as the old lady sighed, shaking her head as she went back to cleaning the cups. 

You felt a lingering warmth on your back, tentative and unsure as Eddie looked down at you, his doe eyes almost worried that you’d quickly change your mind and leave. But you just looked back up at him, almost defiantly as you squirm around, impatient as you wait for him to show the way.

“This way,” He jutted his chin towards one of the back doors, maneuvering around the sea of chairs and tables as he trailed a bit in front of you, opening the door with a happy little grin, seeing that they still hadn’t locked it yet.

You followed him down a small halfway, stopping at another door as he jiggled the knob around, a sigh of relief escaping his lips. Partially because he knew his guitar was in there and didn’t want to go through the trouble of breaking down another door to get it.

The room was cramped, with a tiny little couch up against one wall, a mirror, and a chair facing you as you looked around in curiosity. You saw Eddie head for a black case resting on the couch, and you quietly shut the door behind you, a little bit awkward as you wondered to yourself what you were doing.

“There she is…” Eddie murmured to himself, gently taking his guitar out while he proudly showed it off, his hands gentle as he watched your face break into a big grin. You walked over, crouching down by the couch to get a closer look. 

“Holy shit,” Your fingers hovered over the gloss, careful not to touch it as you looked at him in approval, “Warlock. You’ve got taste, Munson.” 

Eddie’s heart squeezed his throat in a grip because how could he talk to you now? Knowing that you could dominate over every single field and he’d probably have zero knowledge in comparison to you. 

“Y-yeah, you could say that. Either that or I just hate my savings.” You giggle, shaking your head as you sit back down, careful that your skirt didn’t move that much as your palm ran over the carpet.

“You’re dedicated.” You correct him and Eddie gives you a goofy smile, putting his hair behind his shoulder as he stares at his guitar and then back to you. There was a beat of silence, and you tapped your shoe on the ground, debating on whether or not to tell him something that had been weighing on your mind.

“I have a question.” 

Eddie cocks a brow, stopping as he was mid-putting his guitar back in the case as he looks down with interest.  

“Shoot.” 

“Are you self-taught? Private instructor? Anybody who’s helped you out?” You ask, stammering out as you nervously play with your fingers, bending them back and forward as Eddie huffs out another laugh.

“Self-taught,” His head tilts to the left as a ghost of a smile lingers on his lips, “Why do you ask?” 

You shrug, pouting a bit as you sit on your calves, now in front of him as you glance shyly at his guitar. 

“I’ve been interested, and I don’t really know anybody who can play.” You explain your voice dying off in the end as Eddie just stares, his hands twitching as he squints his eyes at you. 

“There’s a guitar club at school, y’know.” You wave that off, shaking your head in frustration because you’ve already gone back and forth on that very idea. It just didn’t play out well in your mind, joining this late in the year. 

“Who can play well.” 

Even you could now see the bright blush that overtakes his face, he moves his hand to his mouth, rubbing at his chin to keep himself from looking like a total fool as you look up hopefully at him.

“If you’re trying to flatter me, it’s working very well.” He muttered, moving his guitar so that it lay over his lap. He motions for you to move up a bit, and you oblige, standing up as he tries to make room for the two of you on the small couch.

“Yeah?” It felt like the words were sticking to the back of your throat, caught on your tongue as Eddie nodded slowly, eyes darkening as you swallowed thickly. The air was getting hotter and you felt like you could barely breathe. 

“Yeah,” He muttered, his voice as dim as yours moving around in his seat feeling little beads of sweat roll down his neck. 

This was really bad, he told himself over and over as a reminder, you were untouchable. 

But maybe you didn’t seem to wholeheartedly agree with that ideology.

“Eddie?” 

“...yeah?” He loathed how his eyes kept falling down to your lips as if he couldn’t make his feelings any more obvious. You grinned a bit, trying to contain it as you hitched your leg up onto the cushion, your knees touching as Eddie felt his heart lurch around in his chest.

“How far does that flattery go?” He could feel your little puffs of air hitting his cheek, and he just realized how close the two of you were. This wasn’t happening, there was no way he was sitting with the queen of Hawkins High. 

“Far.”

It was comically quick how quickly the two of you advanced, his hands almost moving fast than the speed of light to tug you closer into his chest as if the two of you weren’t close enough. It’s much more different than what the two of you are used to. He liked going fast, to feel your teeth clashing with one another as the two of you begin to run out of air, and the feeling is something that simply encourages him. 

He could taste the chapstick that lingered on your lips, artificially sweet as they always were, but he still moaned helplessly into the kiss because he just couldn’t get enough of it.

Everything about him was driving you crazy; from the way he carefully held your thigh, to his hand smoothing down your skirt from where it had gotten flipped over. He had a cologne wrapped around his neck, and the more you moved onto his lap the more the scent flooded your senses.

 Your hand moved up to his chest, wrapping around his leather jacket for leverage as you slowly pulled away, not missing how his eyes fell for a second in trepidation, worried that he was being too rough and that he’d pushed you away. 

But much to his relief you gave him a small smile, your other hand coming up to his neck, fiddling with the curls of hair as you leaned down just enough so that your noses brushed up against each other. 

“You alright? Too much?” He murmured gently into the skin of your jaw, his lips brushing against your cheek as you shivered in his hold, weakly nodding as you tried to regain some of your dignity. 

“N-no, just fine.” And you knew you were lying to yourself because it wasn’t just fine. You could swear you’ve never been kissed like that ever before. Held so close to somebody this tenderly as if he actually wanted you there.

And before he could even continue you swooped in, some of that confidence from earlier coming into play as Eddie groaned into your lips, biting and nipping at them as they traveled down his jaw to the upper side of his neck, swollen as they attached to his pulse. His hands clenched as you sucked, licking at the spot every now and then as you made your mark on him. 

He was a fucking goner. 

“S-shit, that’s,” His breathing was coming out choppy, and he threw his head back to give you more space, “That’s fuckin’ perfect, sweetheart.” The little pet name fell from his mouth, accidental in nature, but it still managed to give you little butterflies as you smiled a little to yourself.

Your hands mindlessly roamed his chest, ducking under his shirt as your nails grazed the skin of his stomach and you felt it clench underneath you, his uneven breaths cute as you giggled quietly.

His mouth fell open for a second as your fingers palmed at his growing length, his eyes shutting momentarily as he pawed it through the material of his jeans, acting like a total menace as you pressed your thumb deeper into it. 

Eddie went to move, to tell you that you didn’t have to but you shook your head, tugging at his zippers as you glanced up at his beet-red face.

“It’s okay, Munson,” Your fingers tug at the elastic of his boxers, his eyes already giving away his true feelings even though he felt terrible for allowing you to do this, “It’s the least I could do as your number one fan.” You pull his underwear and pants down, his cock springing free as it hits your cheek. You press a quick kiss to the tip, red in color as you clench your thighs at the sheer size of him. Forgetting where you were, you go back to attending to his hard-on, your tongue running up and down his length, spreading the precum on your tongue as he gives up, his head falling back against the wall as he grips tightly at the cushion.

His hands moved on their own, gripping the back of your head as he looked at you, a silent question in his eyes as he asked you if this was okay. When you gave him a faint nod, grinning against his tip he let out another moan, guiding you to where he wanted your mouth. 

Your tongue was so, so hot as it enveloped his cock, wrapping around it as you enveloped him in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down with the help of his hand as a flurry of curses followed.

“F-fuck that’s, that’s amazing sweetheart. You’re taking me so well, shit,” He groaned as you suctioned around him, his head almost hitting the back of your throat, causing tears to spring to your eyes as he cooed at your reaction, “You’re fucking amazing, yeah? S-shit, never felt this good before, god. You’re gonna make me cum if you keep d-doing that,” He’s trembling, his thighs shaking as you grip onto them for support. His hands curl around your scalp ever so gently to make sure he doesn't hurt you in the process. 

His eyes glance over to the door, widening when he realized you two had forgotten to lock it, and the sheer thought that somebody could walk in on him fucking your throat sent him into a whining mess. 

“Shit, it’s not even locked,” You don’t bother to care as your hands' pump and down the places your mouth couldn’t attend to, the extra stimulation causing him to see white, “But you want that, huh? Want people to see you getting wrecked? That your makeup’s getting all ruined because you’re my number one fan?” His words make you whine a bit, “S-shit, sweetheart, they’d never guess to see their golden girl on her knees, would they?” The thought of anybody just walking in on your tear-soaked face, eyeliner smudged as it trekked down your cheeks made you moan against him, the vibrations enough to push him over the edge as he spurts all over your tongue, his eye squeezing shut as a low groan escapes his lips. 

“D-damn…” His chest heaved up and down, a lazy smile gracing his lips as he tugs you back up onto his chest, his fingers delicately running up and down the expanse of your arms as he pecks your lips, his thumb swiping at your cheeks to get rid of the tears, “You’re just as much of a freak as I am, huh?” It wasn’t a question so much because the way you smiled against him told him all he needed to know.

“I’m just a very devoted fan, Munson.” You reason with him and he lets out a weary chuckle, his hands roaming up and down your back, flying under your uniform as they travel up your navel. You whine slightly when his calloused fingers find your bra, tugging it down as they flicked your little nubs, smiling at him as you go limp in his hold. 

“Don’t think it’s really fair that I’m basically naked while you’re all clothed up, hm?” He asks, his brows furrowing in mock annoyance, “And as much as I love your little uniform, believe me, I do, can I get this off of you? Please?” His weariness to approach just made you even more desperate, and you dimly nod as you let him slowly remove your top, his hands skimming your sides as you let out an airy giggle at the feeling.

“Sorry,” He whispers, smiling slyly against your lips as his fingers graze the same spot in a faster manner, “Didn’t know you were ticklish.” You shake your head as you let out another laugh, too focused on how he was making you feel, inside and out, to realize he had unclasped your bra in a single flick. However, what you couldn’t miss was how he tensed up a bit, his eyes dropping as his hands cupped your tits, groaning at how soft they felt against his rough skin.

“Can you sit up a bit sweetheart?” His hands moved under your thighs, tugging at the hem of your skirt as he looked at you with those damn eyes, and you nodded again, your words catching in your throat as you struggled to find something to say to him. 

“Y-yeah, here…” You stammered, helping him move the flimsy material off your leg as you tossed it off somewhere to the side. His hand traveled up to cup your ass, squeezing it as you squealed, his curls tickling your bare chest as you fell deeper into his embrace, somewhat aware of how he was careful to take your panties off. You couldn’t see what he was doing but you melted when you saw him place the now-folded clothing somewhere where it wouldn’t get soiled. 

“Don’t know why I waited s-so long.” You breathed out, your huff hitting his neck as he shivered, pulling away to look up at you to see your expression.

“So long for what sweetheart?” His voice was hoarse, coming up to straddle your hips as you squirmed around on his dick, the two of you groaning slightly at the feeling, almost forgetting to answer him as he rubbed against your swollen clit.

“To just talk to you, Eddie, to do this…fuck,” And the way you muttered his name, coaxing it out of your honeyed mouth made him almost go feral. Alongside the way you were grinding on him, he felt like he was slowly losing his mind. 

“Don’t know either,” He kissed your neck, his wet lips trailing down to the crevice of your collarbone, his nose rubbing against your soft skin still scented with your perfume as the smell infiltrated his senses, “Seems weird coming from my number one fan, no? Where’s the devotion, sweetheart?” You roll your eyes, laughing as your head tilts back, the sound so genuine and pure that Eddie can’t help but feel his lips tug upwards to a gentle smile. 

“You’re shameless Munson. Downright shameless.” 

“D’you want me to stop then?” His fingers pinched your nipple, tugging on it as you wrung your eyes shut. 

“N-no, don’t…just,” Your face heated up in embarrassment as he laughed again, his hand trailing down your stomach to find our mound as you sighed out in relief, the final gratitude you had been waiting for awarded as his thumb found your clit,” Y-yeah, perfect.” 

Eddie laughed, dragging his thumb up and down your bundle of nerves, flicking it back and forth as your head fell into the crook of his neck, sweat lining your forehead and lips as you sucked onto his skin, not wanting him to hear your wanton moans as his finger rubbed against your slick entrance. He prodded at the skin of your inner thigh, teasing and testing the waters as he looked up for your approval. You gave him a small nod, your breath hitching as his cold rings dragged up the burning sensation of your pussy, something you longed for him to do again even though the first time was a total accident. 

“You’re so wet, f-fuck,” He muttered, eyes in a trance as he watched his fingers disappear inside your pussy, groaning instantly at the way you clamped down needily on him, his fingers coming out glistening each time he went back to pump them in, “And so tight, fuck, let me know if it hurts, yeah sweetheart?” You nod limply against him, your hands cradling his neck, afraid to let go and become a total mess as he finger fucked you.

“Mhm…” You hummed, your hot lips pressing up against him, your hands playing and tugging on his curls as he huffed out a groan, “Fuck, f-faster Eddie, it feels so g-good, mm!” Your eyes snap open when he adds another finger, his thumb still on your clit as you moan loudly at the feeling.

“Shhh,” He said, clamping his free hand over his mouth as you rid his hand, his palm glistening with your essence as he kisses your forehead the act too innocent and sweet for the way he was ruining you, “Don’t want others to hear…do you?” He tilted his head, his answer rhetorical as you shook your head, not even knowing what you really wanted, “Or maybe you do…want people to hear the way you’re being absolutely fucking ruined, yeah? To see their little cheerleader soaked?”

He adds in his third finger, stretching you out, his motions never seizing and you feel like you're about to burst all on his hand when he stops. Your eyes snap open, whining as your climax dies down, and Eddie can only offer you a grin as he carefully slides you off of him, falling to the food as he lets you get comfortable on the couch as he lewdly spreads your legs open for him, his eyes darkening as he takes in your wet pussy. 

“Fuck,” He moaned, whining as he glances up at you, “You’re so fucking pretty.” And it really shouldn’t make you heat up in the way that it did after everything he’s done to you, but you can’t help the warmth that quickly spreads through your chest.

He kisses your thighs, all the way up to your pulsing cunt as he smiles against your clit, giving little licks to the nub as your legs shake in his vice grip. 

“F-fuck, Munson, h-holy shit…” You can barely speak as he continues, replacing his mouth with his finger as his tongue moves down to your pussy, his nose nudging at your folds as your words edge him on. 

You move against his face, your wetness staining his lips and chin as you grind up and down, his tongue working at a faster pace than your hips can go as you tug his head even impossibly closer to your heat, guiding him where you wanted him most as he kneads the meat of your thigh.

His tongue is so skilled, his finger working on your clit as your climax quickly approaches and it’s not long until your back is arching on the sofa, your eyes squeezed shut as you see white, gushing all over his pretty face as your chest heaves with labored breaths. 

When he pulls away you can see the sick that lines his face, glowing in the dim light of the room as you sling your arm over your face in embarrassment, groaning as he laughed, pulling himself up by the arm of the couch as he pecks your lips, his thumbs rubbing at your cheeks as he tries to coax you to let him see you. 

“There you go,” He murmurs, fingers hovering over your cheekbones as he sees your fucked out and embarrassed smile, “Prettiest eyes in the goddamn world.” You turn your head to the side, swatting at his chest as he laughs along to your adorable reaction. 

“You’re a lot of bark no bite,” You whisper, turning back so that you were facing him, your fingers trailing around his chin and jaw, pulling him closer as you kiss him, biting down on his swollen lip as he grunts in surprise, smiling as you run your hands along his back and up to his neck.

“Really?” 

You would have argued with him that he was, that he liked seeing you flustered but did nothing about it but he never let you because he pushed himself into you in one thrust, the size of him making you choke on your words. 

“F-fuck!” Your nails dig into his shoulder, and he hisses at the way you clamp down on him, “E-Eddie! S’big, f-fuck, you’re so big,” You wail, whining as his head falls into your shoulder, kissing your neck in his own form of an apology as his hands steady themselves on your hips.

“No bite, remember?” He murmurs and you would have pushed him at the audacity, but you could barely move as he slowly began to pull out of you, his tip still feeling your flutter around him as he pushes back in, your head thumping against the wall as he holds you tightly to him, moving you up and down on his dick as he pleased.

“S’tight, f-fuck, you’re m-milinkg me right now,” He groaned as he felt your heat wrap around him, the sinful smell of both sweat and sex swirling around your intertwined bodies as he got high off of it all.

His eyes rolled back into his skull in immediate pleasure as your nails left angry marks down his back, your walls fluttering beautifully around him as he continued to fuck you, rough but gentle in a way as he moved one of his hands up to the back of your head so that it didn’t hit the wall.

“Eds, please, please, hmmm…” You whined as he quickened his pace, his cock twitching inside of you as his brow lined with sweat. He watched as he disappeared back inside of you with every thrust, your slick staining his dick as he moaned at the sight. 

“Shit, shit, you’re so fucking hot right now, I’m, oh my fucking god - you’re so tight…” His hands aggressively groped your breasts, and the two of you could feel how he stuttered, his hips faltering as he was getting closer and closer to his edge. And with the way you could barely let go of him, your hand trailing down your stomach to circle at your clit, you could feel your seconds release creeping up on you. 

“Eddie! E-Eddie holy fuck, d-don’t stop, please! I’m going to - I’m going to c-cum oh fuck…” And you trialed off as the words slurred, your eyes rolling back, your mouth hanging open as your tongue rolled out, all of it rolling off of you as Eddie pulled out, coming all over your naked chest with a loud groan, falling onto you as the two of you tried to catch your breaths.

Your hand finds its way into his mess of curls, pulling them out of his face as you lean down, cupping his cheeks as you sloppily kiss him, overcome with a mix of euphoria and emotions as he chuckles into it. 

You giggle as he pecks your lips once again, pulling back as he flicks your forehead, his eyes squeezing shut momentarily as he tries to pull his boxers up before he gets another hard-on by just staring at your tits.

“Can’t feel my dick right now.” He murmurs as he steadies himself, not missing how you snorted as he ruined the tender moment. He went to stand up before he momentarily behinds over, kissing your forehead as he smiths out your tears, kissing the corner of your eyes as he looks around the room for your clothes. 

He finds your skirt and then your uniform, his nose wrinkling as he touched the scratchy material, feeling bad that this is what you’d have to wear after he just fucked you. 

“Wait…” He turned around, going to the little closet in the back room, opening it up as he rummaged around old leather jackets and ripped jeans, his eyes widening in happiness as he found a comfortable enough looking shirt, (surely more comfortable than whatever that was).

He turned around to see you already tugging your panties and skirt back up, and he held up his finding, his face gleaming with pride as he waited for you to look up. When you finally did your eyes narrowed in confusion, mid-putting your bra on as your head tilted to the side as he wiggled the shirt around by the hanger. 

“This looks a bit more comfier than your uniform, no?” He says, now nervous that he had taken a step too far into whatever had just happened, his smiling dropping as his hand fell, going to put it back, his mouth opening in an already forming apology before you ran over to him, taking the shirt into your hands as you grinned up innocently at him. 

“You’re such a saint,” You take it from him, setting the hanger back in the closet as you tug the old band shirt over your chest, nodding as you smile contently. This was definitely better than your uniform, “Thanks, Munson.” 

Eddie stammers, nodding his head as he mutters out a quiet no problem, not able to keep his eyes off of you as you try to tug your shoes back on. 

“So…” Your hand's fiddle with each other, looking back to him as you give him an awkward smile, the air around you two heating up as his gaze follows the marks he sucked onto your skin, his bite marks, and everything that wasn’t covered up by the shirt and your skirt almost made him go feral again, “You still owe me a lesson.” 

His brows furrow until he laughs, remembering just what started it all as he nods, tucking his hair behind his hair as he moves around something with the tip of his boot. 

“Yeah, well, for my expertise, it’s gonna cost you, sweetheart. Can’t be giving away my secrets if I’m not getting rewarded for it.” You scoff, rolling your eyes as you play with the hem of your skirt, suddenly away from how soft his eyes looked in the afternoon glow and that he had the most kissable lips you’d ever seen. 

“Oh yeah…?” You laugh, your cheeks tugging up as he mirrors you, the distance between the two of you becomes smaller and smaller as each of you takes a tentative step forward, still new to whatever this was, but still yearning for more. 

“Yeah,” He grinned, twirling his rings around as he shrugged, “Otherwise you’d just be robbing me blind.” 

You smile like an idiot, standing on your toes, your hand cradling his cheek as you pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, a reminder of what had just happened minutes ago as his hand curled to your back, not wanting to let you go even as you slowly pulled away. 

“Think that would count as a downpayment?” 

He pretends to think about it, his hands rubbing the back of your neck as he slowly nods. His rings clink against each other as they rub against your flaming skin, working both to cool you down but also rile you back up. 

“It’s a start.” 

“I’ll take it, hellfire.” And he smiles against your lips at the nickname, kissing your cheeks and forehead as he wonders who he appeased that’s working up there to give him such a miracle, to have you the most sought-out girl in your high school to be giddily laughing away in his arms as though you two had known each other for long. You kiss his nose, going to pull away when a loud knock interrupts you, both of you freezing in your spots as your necks snap over to the door.

“Hey, uh - Eddie? Is that you, man? Listen, it’s Casper. My shows in a couple of minutes and I f-forgot my headband there. I told you how it’s my good luck charm, right? A-anyways, I really don’t want to interrupt your hanky-panky time, really. But bro, please, for the love of god, don't have your dick out when I come in."

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson x you fluff #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie x reader smut #eddie x you smut #eddie munson smut #stranger things 4 #eddie munson x you #eddie x you fluff #eddie x reader fluf #eddie x reader #eddie smut #eddie munson x you smut #eddie munson x y/n smut #eddie munson st4 #eddie x you #eddie munson x female reader #stranger things volume 2 #stranger things

[ace-s-fave-tv-shows]

God the first two Trixie focused episodes are sad

You ever think about how the Trixie & Twilight rivalry, as brief as it was, started because Twilight and friends fundamentally misunderstood what a stage magician was?

Like if we look at unicorns that Twilight has had as her villainous opponents the line up is;

King Sombra, the dictator keeping himself alive with dark magic, who wants to conquer and enslave the Crystal Empire,

Starlight Glimmer the cult leader, stealer of cutie marks, and ruiner of multiple timelines,

Sunset Shimmer attemptive dictator and stealer of an element of harmony,

And Trixie, who's big original crime is that she's a stage magician and Twilight (and her friends) doesn't understand what that is, and that the stuff that Trixie does during her debut episode are in large part, just part of the job of being a magician.

Being a boastful liar is part of stage magic, the whole point is that you fool the audience into thinking one thing is happening, when really another thing is happening. They're entertainers, their job is to shock and awe the audience with feats of, what seems like, magic and impossibility.

Also, people seem to blame her for the Ursa Minor being brought into town, but Snips & Snails did that. Sure they did that because they took Trixie boasting about defeating an Ursa Major at face value, but also they're elementary age children.

Where are there parents, and why can they get out of their houses and into the wilderness to approach dangerous, magic, wild animals in the middle of the night?

Just because Ponyville is such a small town that no one understands what a stage magician is, and what that job entails, doesn't mean Trixie was a villain in her introductory episode.

Trixie is an entertainer, if you don't like the entertainment she's giving, you guys can just leave and ignore the show she's putting on?

But during her original show it seems like most of the mane six ponies are just complaining that Trixie is bragging a lot, and it starts being said right after her opening line of being "the great and powerful Trixie", and then Rainbow Dash just literally starts heckling her.

Then when Rainbow Dash ends up humiliated, Applejack tries her hand at literally trying to out perform the professional entertainer, and it's the same for her. And then it's the same with Rarity.

They're all concerned with trying to put this literal stage magician "in her place" more or less, but if this was real life and someone tried to do this at a magic show, they'd 100% be escorted off the premises.

Our heroes spend like the first half of this epsidoe harassing a stage magician who's just trying to do her job.

It's shown that in the aftermath, Trixie was turned into the town laughing stock, her wagon, her home, was getting vandalized, and it got to the point she had to leave town.

They ruined her reputation, so she had to take up working on a rock farm instead of getting to work in stage magic, her passion and special talent. Something we hardly, if ever, see ponies do in Equestria.

Then they wanna be all shocked when she comes back for revenge with the Alicorn amulet.

No shit she came back for vengeance using a corrupting magic amplifying artifact.

They turned her job and reputation as an entertainer into some kind of magic power dick measuring contest, and then ruined her life as a result, because Twilight (and her friends) didn't like her attitude.

Also, Twilight forgives Trixie the most reluctantly out of any other redeemed evil unicorn, and all the others did much worse than Trixie, when she was in her right mind and not influenced by the Alicorn Amulet, ever did.

Both Sunset and Starlight do much, much worse things than Trixie did, without any kind of magical corrupting influence like the Alicorn Amulet even being involved, and they're forgiven instantly by Twilight. While with Trixie she has to stop and think about it before forgiving her.

Trixie's biggest and least forgivable sin in Twilight's eyes is that she's annoying and Twilight doesn't like her personally.

The whole plot line is even more irritating, because Twilight uses what is essentially stage magic to beat Trixie during the Alicorn Amulet episode.

Because then it's not even that the mane 6 doesn't understand stage magic, and the idea that stage magicians ham things up and lie to sell a performance.

They just decided they hated Trixie after hearing the opening line of her stage show, and then they ruined her career because they didn't like her.

#mlp fim #trixie lulamoon #the great and powerful trixie #like trixie's whole situation is sad #they don't even apologize for ruining her life and career #Twilight very reluctantly has her not be banished from Ponyville at the end of the Alicorn Amulet incident #the incident during which she started off as justifiably upset with them and was then being corrupted by dark magic

[lemaistrechat]

Masters of the Universe: Revolution SPOILERS

A more spoiler-y follow-up about how rushed/badly paced this show was.

Again, SPOILERS. I also tagged this post #motu revolution spoilers and #masters of the universe revelation spoilers if you're temporarily blocking tags.

LAST WARNING

My worst-case scenario for the Horde was that only Hordak and new character Motherboard would get speaking parts. I was pretty much correct.

Mantenna, Leech and Grizzlor are in two scenes and have no lines.

Modulok, Multi-Bot, Dragstor and Mosquitor are not shown to exist. (Same non-appearance goes for everyone from She-Ra, but legally they had no choice.)

5 half-hour episodes make this effectually movie-length, and there's a "post-credits scene" equivalent (though before Episode 5's credits) where Grey Delisle (voice of Evil-Lyn in the 2021 CGI cartoon) appears as Despara. Yes, that made me happy. But now we need another series to give her and other Horde members screen time, space to breathe. It won't fix the fact that the Horde invasion of Eternia depicted here was ridiculously rushed.

Speaking of Horde invasions of Eternia: the one that took place when Queen Marlena had recently given birth in the 80s Filmation continuity also happened here. Skeletor has a flashback to when he and Hordak invaded the palace via a window. A crying infant Adam is seen with his parents and Skeletor crouching on the floor captured by Duncan. Skeletor is looking forlorn at Hordak as he escapes, and there's obviously something in Hordak's arms the animators are trying not to show us. If they weren't being so coy, it would actually be proper foreshadowing for the last scene! As it is, you need to be a Filmation fan to understand what's going on.

Heroic Warriors:

Gwildor has a key role. Snout Spout and Rio Blast are two new friends of He-Man who appear in a couple of fight scenes and have a couple of lines. It's not explained where they came from, which is especially odd considering that they're both cyborgs and people getting turned into cyborgs by a cult is a huge theme of the series.

Buzz-Off is even more of a cameo. We saw him at the end of Revelation. Stratos was at the end of that too, and I forget if they drew him into a crowd scene or not. In previous continuities, these guys were both royalty, and in Revolution Episode 5 He-Man abolishes monarchy and tells the people of... Eternos City? All of Eternia? To elect a leader. You'd think Stratos and Buzz-Off would react to that, but no. (All heroes who died in Revelation are also present as mute cameos.)

The short running time makes Eternia feel tiny: there's Eternos City, Castle Grayskull "outside town", Snake Mountain, a cave in Darksmoke, Gwildor's Hobbit house... that's basically it.

Evil Warriors:

Two Bad goes to Snake Mountain hoping to get a job. He gets a cyborg form. The Revelation versions of Tri-Klops, Trap Jaw, and Whiplash appear but have no lines. Webstor, Clawful and Spikor have new cyborg forms, also mute cameos.

Others:

Lyn is interesting.

Granamyr is OK. John DeLancie didn't seem to be putting a lot of heart into the role. The character is like a Cliff's Notes version of his Filmation self.

Cosmic Enforcers exist. We see deep cuts like Zanthor from Filmation and the canceled 1988 toy Strobo, but only Zodac talks (he's Jeffrey Combs).

#motu revolution #masters of the universe revolution #motu revolution spoilers #masters of the universe revolution spoilers #the evil horde

[thedndgoblinwholivesinyourwalls]

Standing at ur door politely asking for more oc lore

HIHI HELLOOO!! it seems this is a rite of passage for many mutuals (they have all gotten this oc lore hehehe) So sooo i’ll try to make it as short as possible :]]

The story is set in Beckenshire, a fake town in florida! This world is literally just ours but with monsters/cryptids. And they’ve been here since the dawn of time but ever since the discovery of nuclear power, they seem to be drawn to nuclear plants/nuclear sites, and Beckenshire is an old mining/nuclear facility town so they have a lot of monsters!

so the main three characters are Ryan (he/him), Carmela (she/her) and Dana (they/she)!

Ryan is a basketball and dnd player who is the son of Adele and Josh Beckett and he has an older sister called Claire. What happens to him in the story is that his arm gets cut off by his gf Carmela D: and he gets a werewolf-ish bite which causes him to get yellow pupils, horns and pointy teeth :]

Carmela is a soccer player and her parents are Maria Luzardo and Daniel Rivera. Maria moved away three years ago after a fight with her husband. Carmela is not doing well in the story (well nobody is really lmao)- she gets emotionally manipulated into cutting ryan’s arm off and joined a cult (the cult made her cut his arm off btw)

Dana!! Love them soo much!! She runs a weather station for the town :]] Her parent’s are Noah B and José! Noah married José some years after his wife, Dana’s bio mum, died. Later in the story, a Fetch (monsters that take the form of a loved on to kill you) pretends to be Dana’s mum and tries to drown them and mermaid-ish monsters steal Dana’s left eye!

I have very lengthy lore for all the parents but i shall focus on Janette, Adele, and Josh (the polycule ever if they were good peoplee). So Adele and Josh started dating in highschool and Josh is transmasc but found that out in his late 20’s so they began as a sapphic couple. Adele is very transphobic (girl nooo) and blames Josh for Ryan also being transmasc (josh just break up with adele it’d be easierr)

Janette Biswar is the leader of the cult that Carmela joined! I love janette actually she’s amazing <-she’s evil but shshshhs. So janette and adele end up in a weird situationship/relationship thing?? Janette’s aro and she tells Adele that when they meet like ‘heyyy no romance please’ and adele is like ‘yeah sure sure whatever’ reminder that adele is cheating on her husband and janette has no clue about this!! Adele ends up falling in love, it could be obsession idk if its love but here we are shsvkshdkdn, with janette and she uses the ‘your heartless’ line which is like GIRL NOOO

Putting aside their drama, Janette uses Carmela’s mum against her to blackmail her into cutting off Ryan’s arm. Janette dies twice in this story, first one being burnt alive inside the cult building. Adele is the one who lit the place on fire btw. The second time is quite gory if you think about it soo here we go:

So one of the monsters in this world is called Sprites! They are little spirits that inhabit inanimate objects and you can give them sweet treats to get the object back! There is another type of them which I’m calling Sprite 2.0 at the moment which inhabit dead bodies or making deals with people on their deathbed (literally and methaporically). Janette makes a deal with them when she’s dying in the burning building.

The catch here is that the sprites will give your body energy and like magic fuel but that energy is so rich with magic that bright blue flowers with thorns that grow under the skin of the person. They are always trying to get out of the body, but they aren’t able to break the skin by their own. When your skin gets cut, all the flowers will rush to the cut and push their way out of your body.

So Janette gets shot by her son/nephew (that’s complicated but yeah its her sister kid she adopted) and its in the chest but just above her collarbone so if she got to the hospital she’d be fine. But the flowers under her skin rush towards that wound and tear the skin away to let them out. They tear away at her heart, lungs and windpipe, but grow reallyyyy slowly so she’s just lying there slowly dying while Adele’s like ‘hahhaa L imaginr fuck you’ basically.

Uh yeah. that’s a short rundown if you can believe it! I could go into soo much more detail on every character mentioned so yeyeyee if you have any questions, since this was very confusing, pls send them my way since i love talking about these guys! (obviously as you can tell lmao :]])

#sorry to all my other mutuals i sound like a broken record hehe #sorry this took a while to answer!! #ask #cryprid hunter blabs #oc tag #i love them can you telll/hj/lh #also your little doodle of your sona (?) is very cute hehehe spinning you around hehehe

[the-spooky-children]

Little theory ramble here idk lol:

There are quite a lot of theorising videos and posts for SM floating around and I feel that some of them are so close but are looking in the wrong places. Like, lots focus on Pump's eyes being blue but the actual thing going on is that, after witnessing Eyes, everyone reacts in the same way that he did except for Skid. Skid is the outlier here, not Pump. Some people dismiss this as "oh there's netting on his mask which blocks it" but I feel that's a lazy excuse and the real reason is much more interesting and reveals what the cult's intentions are (at least a little bit).

Obviously I can't claim that I know everything because I am not one of the people working on the show, but quite a lot of the things I've thought have already been confirmed (Skid's dad is dead or at least was dead at one point, the giant spider will be a villain in the future, the cult is sacrificing children to Eyes, Skid's dad will come back in the future, etc) and I feel like things are really starting to come together.

So, the cult are probably paying Frank large sums of money to kidnap children so he can give them to them to feed to Eyes. This could be so that they get powers, oute of fear and desperation so that Eyes doesn't kill them, both (most likely), or something else. I also don't think that Skid's dad is a normal human, and whatever makes him different was probably passed on to Skid. I think that something that the dad was born with, was cursed with, that he did to himself, whatever, made it so that he was immune to Eyes' influence and maybe also gained powers(idk), and that Skid was born also having this ability.

(The next thing is a MatPat-level dive with almost no paragraph breaks I'm just getting my ideas down quick now ok lol)

I think that what happened, at least right now, is that Lila and the Dad met as both being members of the cult, and that after falling in love and having a child, they tried to escape but were followed by the cult and were forced to move (Lila and toddler Skid are shown with moving boxes in one of the pictures on the wall in SM 4, picture taken by Jaune showing they've known eachother for a long time). They lived in the town for a few years (some people think they haven't been there for that long, but the amount of stuff, dust and cobwebs in the attic makes this unlikely) before the cult found them and murdered the Dad in his own home, leaving his corpse to decompose in the attic stairway. This led to Lila having an emotional meltdown about it, which made her rip up or scribble over all photos that reminded her of her husband, which may also be the reason for why his body was not moved. A little side theory that I have is that the Dad's ghost haunts the mannequin in the attic, which would make sense if he died right outside of it, but that isn't that important right now.

The cult were unable to get to Lila and Skid for some reason, but set up camp in the town in the house on the hill. This house is one that happened to have been build on top of the burrow of some sort of Lovecraftian god-like creature called The Eyes of The Universe. This is a creature that they had been worshipping for decades, and now that it is within their reach (its home being revealed after it creates a hole in the floor to rescue Skid and Pump from Roy's creepy uncle, who was probably apart of the cult too), they can begin to get to business again. Mr Clown was probably the leader before he was killed by Jack shooting him, and Skid is probably who they want to be their leader eventually. (Also, you know they said "we will take all and get everything, everything will give us more than is all"? I think that, in this situation, Skid is Everything and Pump is All).

Eyes hypnotised Pump, the Hatzgang, maybe Kevin and some random people on the street, with Skid seemingly immune to this. After this, Eyes is visible in the sky from now on, which makes me think Skid and Pump may have woke it from a very long hibernation and it is now on watch of the town. Skid and Pump are threatened by a demonically possed Dexter the Exterminator, which alerts Eyes. It takes over Pump's body to help them get out of the situation, which is lucky because Skid would be so dead if Pump wasn't there. Dexter's ghost immediately possesses a Happy Fella doll which seems to have been designed to capture the souls of children like some FNAF animatronic shit (sorry for bringing that up I'm listening to the new Living Tombstone FNAF SB song on loop while writing this) and Moloch is seemingly dead. When Lila, Skid and Pump are hiding from Dexter in the attic the mannequin falls on Dexter, stunning him (which is what led to my haunted mannequin theory), as a massive spider is seen on the ceiling as an explanation for the ridiculous amount of webs covering the room. The Happy Fellas are destroyed (incoudisng the one Jaune brought), which probably means that Dexter is hanging around their house now. Bob Velseb, who is obviously the demon guy from the first episode, is then revealed to have escaped from prison and is running around, beginning to kill and eat people, which will likely be the plot of SM 5. The photo Pelo posted on Twitter of the next episode hints that a game of hide and seek will be played and that we will get a very disturbingly detailed look at the murderous and cannibalistic tendencies of this killer.

Also, side note, something I really hope happens in SM 5 that probably won't is that Bob tries to chop down a door with an axe with Lila on the other side screaming with some sort of reference to The Shining

We get lime, Sans Undertale, anime girls (Touhou maybe?), some actors that I don't know and blue e-boy, also rainbow beads which I hope to got aren't anal beads

And, I know what you're thinking, yes I do think that Jack and John are gay lovers and I really hope they kiss after tracking down Bob and apprehending him at the end of the episode

This ended up being so long I'm so sorry lmao

#spooky month #skid and pump #skid #sm skid #pump #sm pump #sm lila #lila #sm skid's dad #skid's dad #cant wait for when this fucker has a name #sm dexter #dexter #sm bob velseb #bob velseb #sm moloch #moloch #tw murder #tw cannibalism #sm kevin #kevin #sm jaune #jaune #sm jack #jack #sm john #john #fnf #undertale #sm theory

[weirdlet]

So the downtime starts.  We’re going round robin, two week chunks at a time. Trinidad the tortle is attempting to schmooze and turn his trinkets into a fortune, and he mostly succeeds in buying out the inventory of a couple of enterprising carpetbaggers to boot them out of town, but not much more.  Glory is digging into what it takes to become a harbormaster and bring trade into the town- fortunately Phillip, our retired warlock, knows a lot about laws and taxes and is helpful about it.  He’s also looking for an artist to touch up his tattoos and get a few sketches done. Alain is a grim harbinger of a man, and his attempts at gathering information are... less than successful.  He gets headbutted in a bar asking about the Talos cult, headbutts back- and accidentally kills a man.  The bar is more about ‘get him out of here before he stinks up the place’ than ‘holy shit, you killed a man’, but on searching his pockets there’s a symbol of Talos.  So he takes the body to Maeve the Paladin and Sorianna the mage, hoping for some kind of revivify or speak with dead.

Just examining the symbol he had in his pockets, he was a priest of Talos.  Mikey- this is not good.  Alain sends Maeve back to the bar to find out if there’s anymore there who know him. 

Maeve goes to the bar, opens her divine senses, and finds a few stained-souled men playing poker.  She surreptitiously casts Zone of Truth, asks them if they’re members of the cult of Talos.  They say no, confused, and she leaves.  Meanwhile, Sorianna has been found, and she casts speak with Dead on the corpse. “Is there a Talos presence in this town, aside from you?” “Yeeeesssss.”

“Where can I find them?” “In the temple I was building.”

“Where is the temple, specifically?” “In the square that is not a square.” Alain’s player realizes he’s been saying ‘Talos’ instead of ‘Myrkul’ this whole time, and asks if they were working with Myrkul. “We were going to discuss whose territory this town was.”

“Where were you meeting?” “Where... you... killed... me...” He takes the man’s cloak and heads back to the tavern.  Trinidad is at the bar, getting schmoozed by another carpetbagger- it’s the only bar in town.  Maeve is observing from outside, trying not to look too holy. The carpetbagger tries to get Trinidad to give a code phrase to Alain in the disguised cloak.  Alain hears it, and makes up an answer back, but is very suspicious, especially when the merchant waves at them.  “Tell him I’m excited to meet him.”

The carpetbagger tries to continue the conversation via Trinidad, but settles for having him play intimidating bodyguard, and he and Alain (disguised) have a halting coded conversation trying to negotiate control of the town.  ‘We want to retain control, so what do you want for it?’ ‘schedule a meeting for us with your boss so we can set up a longer and more lasting partnership’ A couple of insight checks, and there’s doubts on both sides, and Alain just pulls off the necklace and says “If I’m being *honest*, sir... I’ve been put on this earth to put an end to your cult, etc, etc...” The carpetbagger freaks out and is telling Trinidad to defend him- Trinidad punches him out and they shuffle his limp body outside to the paladin. Glory is studying laws and taxes in the actual council-house, so they take him to an abandoned house to interrogate.  This guy was trying to broker a trade deal with Trinidad as a council member.  The two cults that need wiped out are in the town and working together, and we need answers. They catch him attempting to cast Sending to warn his leader that he’s been captured and prevent it, finding out several important locations to visit and things to compare to notes of characters previous.  There’s stuff going on at a place named after Maeve’s father, where a dreadnought will be.

While this is going on, Glory hears a knock at the councilhouse door, and opens it to see an attractive young lady, saying that the fisherfolk are so grateful for the job he’s been doing, they’ve organized a celebration.  Could he invite her in. Glory is suspicious of that phrasing.  He refuses politely, and shuts the door- a snarl and a wet thump follows, and he opens it again to find a rabbit impaled on the door.  After that he rouses the rest of the house, letting them know it seems like a vampire is about- close the shutters, don’t invite anyone in, keep wood or fire to hand.  The orcish trossfrau break off table legs to sharpen.  Meanwhile the captured evil priest is describing the vampiress who’s working with him.  Having finished with him, Alain kills him- a spectral figure walks out of the priest and out the door, and they follow.  The ghost bows and says “I will go to warn my master now- good day-” but is cut off by psychic knives from Alain.  Poof. So it turns out the dreadnought will be pulling in to the place that Maeve’s father lives in six weeks- the leader of the Talos cult will be there.  The cult of Myrkul wants the dreadnaught back, and we’re thinking we play these two against each other as best we can, then mop up.  Meanwhile, Maeve wants to check if her father is well. The first council meeting comes up- Neverember orders that six weeks hence, a feast and celebration of the town’s founding be held, and that’s pushing aside a lot of our priorities.  Glory rolls up two things together- keep folks fed on the regular, have a brief feast with a few hogs and some cakes the day of.  There’s likely to be some sport and poetry.  Meanwhile, the description of the vampiress has been shared, we’re searching for the temple being built, and slowly we’re investigating.  Glory gets his tattoos done up, and notices an old aquaintance waiting for the next session- a pirate captain he once arrested as a White Sail merc.  He engages him in conversation, sees he’s gotten out of jail- ‘I was deciding whether or not to burn this parlor to the ground with you in it, or buy you a drink.’ “Let’s let bygones be bygones- what can I do for you?”  They talk it out- there’s a lot of former prisoners, and the captain is considering gathering them and doing a spot of black market trading here.  Glory says no slaving, pay your dues to me, don’t make trouble, and be my cat among the rats, keep out any other smugglers, and we’ll be okay.”  There’s a whiff that if he sees an opportunity he might play games, but Glory knows that’s coming. Meanwhile!  Trinidad has been patrolling hunting for that vampiress- and by golly he finds her.  She’s too lowly to be worth interrogating, and gets holy-watered and staked.  The Lathanderites request being the only church in Leilon, and are put off for another time. The likely location of the Talos temple has been found, and is under investigation.  (It’s definitely them.)  Our paladin prepares for her journey and hunting for components for her spells- Glory helps with his thief contacts. The middle of downtime!  The big founding party is here!  Maeve goes off and visits her dad to check in with him.  A servant of their house must give her the sad news- he was lost fighting sahaugin the night before.  She checks the body- it’s definitely him, and he’s being buried with a beautiful sword.  She grieves, deep and awful, but takes the sword with to carry on his legacy.  The people of the village ask her to lead them to fight the seamonsters, but they’ll wait until she brings back her friends to help. Glory is mostly doing administrative stuff, gets the feast off without a hitch.  After, he starts setup on a public kitchen to ensure no kid goes hungry.  Trinidad sets up a patrol/the start of law enforcement in the town.  Alain- is kidnapping and interrogating members of the Talos cult, vigilante-style.  This goes... fine, until the town guard arrive and howl UNHAND THAT GUY-!  Alain is gone in the night, rogue cunning actions for the win, but that is a Thing that Happens. Maeve arrives back, and tells us about the situation.  It sounds like a solid use of our time and good next move- two to three birds with one stone.  A bone dreadnought has been coming to this place for a long time, every other year or so.  They get supplies from people who meet them there, then leave the village.  The last time, about six months ago, there was no supplies, just warriors who ambushed and took over the ship.  It’s been looming on the horizon and may return soon. Glory helps Maeve throw a goodbye wake and grieve for her father.  Next week we’ll catch up with Sorianna, and probably introduce Carver.

#Glory's Travails #long post #I wanted to put this together with a little more sweep and flair #but there was a lot going on and it mostly turned into my session notes

[yeonghan-bh]

skibbidy beep bop boo what is up its ya girl soggy unmicrowaved nuggets aka sun back here with a second muse that i swore up and down was not going to become a thing but say hello to no impulse control (hi that's me!)

i am here to introduce my bad decision, cho yeonghan rivers !

fulfilling the canon role mock orange after lots of questions with our dear admin! i bring to you darker themes with rivers! explicit details weren't described in his app or background but you guys probably get the gist of dark, gorey and grimey. see below the cut and give this a liddol like, i will swim swam into dms and! this is a secondary blog so any asks/likes from rivers' account will come through yeonsu's!

trigger warnings: child abandonment

TLDR

born to a couple that came from a community of the past monarch's supporters and people in the small unknown town of hwabok. they basically became a cult with the mentality they had hoping that the late monarch's line would one day return to rule.

the couple found comfort in each other because neither of them wanted to continue living in that environment. after they got married, it wasn't long before they became pregnant with their first child. however, the thought of raising their child in such a place started pushing them over the edge until it became obvious to everyone that their views did not align with the community!

basically, they were named as traitors and given the ultimatum of paying for their betrayal with their lives, or paying for their freedom with their firstborn. (think rumplestiltskin!)

the fear of dying was heavy and even more because the threat was very real to them and their unborn child. so they made the unspeakable decision of leaving their child behind to spare all their lives.

abandoned, the child was given the name 'yeong' as curse in meaning he had nothing and no one wanted him. however, the village elder who came to be responsible for him changed his name to yeonghan so that he would have a more respectable name he would be able to carry with pride one day.

yeonghan was the mark of shame for the community and it was made clear to him from a young age. he had no control of his life and lived to complete the dirty work and biddings for the community.

the name rivers came to after someone overheard his conversation with the elder taking care of him- telling him to take the path of least resistance like a river. the idea of yeonghan living only to bend to everyone's wills was quickly spread amongst the people and everyone soon called him rivers as another reminder of his cursed life.

however, the comparison given to him was that the path of least resistance would always lead him to finding a way and so yeonghan wore the name rivers with silent pride.

growing up, yeonghan was able to secretly develop his artistic skill thanks to the elder who took care of him. it was with their hidden support that he was able to create art and sell them in secret whenever any traveling merchants passed through town. this was how he earned enough money to finally escape the town following the death of the elder.

he's been in beonhwa for about four years now and has tried to live a quiet life. however, not long after his arrival to beonhwa, he was found by one of the townspeople who exposed his true identity as hwabok's dirty dog for those in support of the past monarch.

this made things difficult for rivers to truly start new, however, he was able to make do by continuing to sell art and using his skills to gain favor with certain nobility.

however, when rivers is in a pinch and needs quick cash, he has no issue turning to his past and taking on any dirty work from those looking to have things done in secrecy within beonhwa.

PERSONALITY

the biggest cynic and pessimist

but also the biggest romanticist?? it's the artist in him tbfr

lowkey mean af but it's just bec he doesn't give a fuck about people really

but he minds his own business so... if he does something to offend you, it's because you weren't minding your business! aka dont talk to him at all!

okay okay he isn't always taking shots at people but he isn't the brightest ray of sunshine out there but he does have the type of judgemental stare that will keep you up at night second-guessing yourself about if what you did was stupid or not

heavy chain-smoker and has recently switched over to herbal smokes now that he's out of the hellhole that town was

PLOTS

rivers' identity and origins aren't hidden. not after the way it was publically exposed following his arrival to beonhwa, and he's never done anything to shed or erase the past from his image. the community has mixed reactions about his presence in beonhwa and sometimes he's still referred to as hwabok's dirty dog. someone spits this to his face one day— maybe your muse defends him or maybe your muse agrees with them.

your muse is a collector of art and one day sees one of rivers most known pieces floating around. they want to commission something from him.

a fire has started in one of the fields in the outskirts and rivers happens to be nearby. after some investigation, a cigarette butt is found and seeing a chance- people immediately accuse rivers as the culprit. the cigarette butt they find in question however has traces of tobacco versus the rolled flower petals present in rivers pockets.

someone wants to hurt your muse and rivers was hired to carry out the deed?

#bhrp:intro #ooc ✘ #— i tried ;; #— if ur cool with a random starter before deport plotting or in gen throw down an emoji in the replies and ill chuck that out!

[am-i-sans]

dnd adventure 21

last time on dnd, we made moss cry by fucking up their campaign!

dess is back from eeby deeby after like 17 sessions! cam also returns from eeby deeby! dess still has the dick club! dans is happy but undyne is grossed out. dess points the dick at cam cause cam tells her to give the dick back to dans xD

dess missed so much lore lol. dans accidentally insuenitates if we kill inferno we stick him in the bag lol. we land near a town.

we tell dess our favorite town burned down. sadge. we also tell dess we killed the cult lol. the gang is kinda lost on what to do. how do we break this curse? we go to a tavern to discuss.

this town is almost all gnomes. cam is looking for snails with frog. heaps of snails! this curse is godlike and magic and stuff yeah? gotta be SOME sort of magical thing. dess: the opposite of god is a devil and we need a warlock. undyne: we have one. his god sucks. dans: *avoids eye contact* (what if the dick club had a sheathe-)

we decide against getting anymore gods involved cause its just lots of shitty gods. undyne offers to ask her god how to remove the curse but dans doubt shes gonna help us.

dess asks the bartender if any powerful magic users are around but hes distratced by the giant dick club lol. nope lol. cam and frog come back with snails. tori is memorized by the dick club lol she finally meets dess. suzy is chanting dick club lol. tori goes invisible she cant deal with this lol.

'dont you have a paladin school?' dans is uncomfy lol. 'are you sure it wasnt an imposter god?' 'maybe it wasnt god saying no' were going back to the place we got cursed to see wtf is going on.

(the curse didnt activate until tried to leave. so, it wasnt undyne? someone else activated the curse!)

we go camp for the night and head off in the morning. returning to the beginning. rockdale. undyne has pocketmoss and is going to try and get god to tell her answers lol. (moss puts undyne on voicemail sksksk)

dess says we should investigate for clues whoooo. undyne is gonna keep praying. dess didnt find anything but she finds someone with a pet bear for wrestling! they go and tell undyne about the bear xD shes so excited to wrestle the bear. polar bear?! dess casts some cold spell and undyne has the bear in a headache.

dans covers cams eyes and puts the scarf on them. dans is trying to keep cam calm. dess is wrecking undyne on accident lol. dans drags cam to tori to keep them warm. undyne tosses the bear aside and yells at dess for hitting them with snowballs!

dans teaches cam dwarvish swear words. undyne crits punches dess in the face lol. suzy failed the bear wrestle too lol. dess keeps calling undyne a baby. then she calls cam a bottom. cam strangles dess lol the noelle shaking berdly gif.

moss finally answers! cam headbutts dess in the area right under the stomach. moss says a great evil is trying to destroy everything. go kill it. says we already met 'him'.

dess: i told you my ice was a good idea! undyne: >:(

god said its not inferno darn. we keep thinking its dans but moss says its not lol. maybe jim or steve. or maybe berdly. the only person we can think of is steve.

suzy is still failing to wrestle the bear. cam is mad at dess for snow. suzy finally beats the bear. dans is panic pacing trying to figure out who the bad guy is. tori yanks suzy off the bear. dans is spiraling. undyne is still mad they didnt kill those cultists.

tori says she knows someone that might help but its a bad idea. dess: please we need help. tori: how do you feel about arch fey? undyne: whomst? dans: NONONO you dont fuck with the fey!

suzy calls undyne the evil lol. cam says it might be jim. dess says we could find a seer? tori says the arch fey was her moms patron so she might be able to help. dess and dans argue about giving undyne to the fey lol dans says no.

then we argue about murder. we narrow down who was in the party when the curse started. dans, frog, undyne, suzy, temmie, cam. i roll a 23 history check to narrow down suspects.

Jim,Steve,Lipton Mayor,Fildo,Larry, Dave,The guy with the bear,Nessie,Badgerfur,That ghost that possessed Cam that one time

roll perception check? tori fucked off?! dans clues in that shes going to talk to the FUCKIN fey. dans fucks off to go find her. dans didnt hear cam say they care about dans cause undyne was making fun of them.

dans finds her talking to trees. suzy also finds her! undyne yells at a tree to tell tori to come back. dess gives up so she smokes weed. suzy asks tori wtf. tori says shes looking for answers. cam is flirting with undyne again lol.

frog is unhappy tori is trying to call the fey. so is dans. cam keeps flirting with undyne lol. undyne sees a giant boar. they get to fight it!

tori keeps trying to contact the fey. frog wants to go to the feywild. dans thinks this is a horrible idea. cam and undyne are getting fucked up by the boar. they win and behead it.

tori says her contact didnt work. dans rolls an insight check. SHES FUCKIN LYING! dans calls her out on her bullshit. cam and undyne are bloody and eating the boar. dess shows up for some meat high af.

suzy tells tori to stop fucking lying, please. frog gives puppy eyes and dans keeps pleading. (cam and undyne still flirting) tori wont talk in front of the kids. dans has the kids go get undyne while dans leads tori away so they can talk.

frog goes to get them as dess interrupts their little date lol. cam and undyne realize their soaked in blood. cam realizes they bloodied the scarf but abandons it for frog. frog tells them tori contacted the fey.

(secret dm from kay about wtf tori is doing)

dans tells the group everything is fine, and notices the bloody scarf...he silently uses the prestigation and turns away. dess shows up and yells that tori sold her kid to the fey the little shit.

cam tries to wrap the scarf around dans but he stepped away. undyne tries to take the blame, but thats not really gonna work. dans just says hes tired. (liar.) he says they didnt do anything wrong and insists hes fine. frog tries to hug him. dans gently removes their arms, hes just tense. cam offers to teach him how to swear but is denied.

undyne changes topics and we realize suzy is gone. undyne is unsure how to go about with dans but agrees to go find suzy. we find her wandering around lost. cam is following dans around, they want to comfort him and dont know what to do.

cam tries to talk to dans but hes zoned out. cam looks sooo sad. we decide to find steve! cam is fucking hovering over dans. dans says steve IS the most suspicious person they know. (things are so sad lol)

we go into town to find steve! tori found him, hes setting up shop.

we stop here cause people gotta go and some are eepy!

#dans #dnd #dnd adventures

[frcakshq]

( JOSEPH QUINN ) in a crowded room , i can still hear CRAZY TRAIN by OZZY OSBORNE playing , and that's because it's coming from the headphones of EDDIE's walkman . EDWARD MUNSON is hawkins very own resident FREAK . the twenty-three year old is known for being CHAOTIC & IMPULSIVE but if you truly got to know him you'd see them as more PASSIONATE & CREATIVE , and if hawkins post wrote about them , they'd say things like tattooed pale skin, finding escape in fictional worlds, choosing your family, a heavy metal guitar riff, the smell of smoke lingering on your clothes, dog-eared pages in thick books, hand-painted mini figures.

tw: drugs, parental death, child abuse/neglect, being outed, homophobia.

canon changes

so! starting with the obvious question! instead of being killed by the bats, the hive mind was interrupted by vecna being hurt before eddie was so injured that he'd die. he was still very hurt by the bats and had to be hospitalised for some time, but he's alive and recovering.

obviously he is not still in high school at 23. i like to think that instead of forming hellfire club through the school, he'd put up posters encouraging new members, and he found the party that way.

he did flunk out of high school though. he kept trying but on his third attempt, he still failed, and he wasn't allowed to try again.

headcanons

his mother died when he was 9, his father went to prison when he was 10, and that was when he moved in with wayne. neither of these were particularly huge losses to him though; his dad was abusive, his mother was neglectful, and by the time he moved in with wayne, he was shy and afraid, feeling like he couldn't trust anyone. of course, wayne was able to slowly help him recover, the loving parental figure he so desperately needed.

he was outed when he was 13. someone saw him almost kiss another boy, his best friend at the time, and suddenly everyone knew. it drew the two boys apart, and so the freak reputation began! it took him some time, but eventually, he began leaning into it. he started growing out his hair, dressed differently, and overall stopped giving a fuck what other people thought of him. they were going to treat him like shit anyway (and many even tried to hurt him), so he might as well exist as his authentic self!

he's gay and autistic. needless to say, music, fantasy, and d&d are his special interests.

it took him some time to heal from the attack from the bats. he's still very emotionally and mentally Not Okay. he has a lot of nightmares, gets phantom pain, has panic attacks, etc. he's having a Bad Time.

regardless, he's trying hard to get his life back together. he has a job as a mechanic (which the earlier mentioned childhood friend helped him get, though he doesn't know that), and although most of the town still thinks of him as a murderer and a satanic cult leader, his name is legally cleared. he also doesn't deal anymore (because nope, that didn't turn out so well before!), but he's also not completely clean because... well, he's trying to cope as best he can

i think this might be everything? idk i'll add more if i think of something kasjnkdajn

#inhawkshqintro #eddie; about. #eddie; intro. #apologies again for this mess kakjnsdkaj

[catholicjinx]

thoughts 👁️👁️

THOUGHTS.

the cult deliberately stands for conservatism and right-winged older people that refuse to believe that their town is leaning radically and changing and their views don't matter anymore so they kill the youth. especially with casey where they describe him as a menace and give examples of anarchy as "bad behavior" and murdering innocent teenagers as "good behavior" for the sake of a god that doesn't exist

secondly. I think the black goat isn't real. the night before mae wanders into the woods and takes everyone with her and ends up killing the cult in the mines she had that huge talk with gregg. yknow the one. where we learn about what happened in highschool and college and how mae has basically been disassociaging for years seeing everything as "shapes" and how the video game characters lost meaning at one point and just became shapes. I think the leader of the cult knew mae personally and Knew this and abused her disassociation to try to get her to join the cult and believe in a being that isn't real just so they can have an inside view on liberal behavior with the youth they can't connect with

the cult leader is that lady mae met in the underground subway thing that said she knew things about her grandpa. miss rosa. this is probably very wrong but you don't see her underground And aunt mall cop seems like she's going to ask where someone is but chokes on it. she had to have known rosa if granddad was her dad/father in law. makes sense

this game is crazy bananas

mae can't leave home because of her disassociation but she refuses to believe it and it's never stated. that's also why she automatically assumes thsres a ghost following them and not her mental health issues and still thinks theres a ghost even in the living room with everyone else/germ where she tries to talk to them about what's going on. deep inside her she knows what's wrong from her dreams she just doesn't want to say it because that means confronting her trauma

this game. is crazy bananas.

gregg and angus have a lot of relationship problems that need to be worked through :( especially on angus' end. there was a part where he completely shut down and got into that fight with gregg and it never got resolved because he just tried apologizing to mae thinking it'd get better but the tension was still there. I see it in him. he needs therapy

beas dad is part of the cult it makes sense

the musicians in Mae's dreams are part of the cult and her being eaten by metal sculptures of animals could symbolize the people in the cult that would eventually try to take Mae's life

I am just like gregg

#RAHHHH THIS GAME #aasks #THAMK YOU

[cordeliaflyte]

Hiiii my dreams last night. There was this huge mansion in some unspecified state that looked a lot like the Roman Empire. It was on a hill so steep that it was almost impossible to leave without help. In it lived a middle-aged man, a staunch monarchist; with a large group of adopted, horribly traumatised teenagers - boys and girls, many of them former child soldiers or slaves.

They lived in this luxurious mansion on a very steep hill with a beautiful view of the fields tilled by their father figure's farmers and the town below, but they could never go there. One of the traumatised ex child soldiers mentioned above longed to get out. One day he sneaked out and miraculously made it far enough down the hill without breaking his legs to meet a little peasant girl on the back of a donkey with impressive trekking skills.

He tried to persuade her to sell him the donkey so he could escape, but she wouldn't budge. Finally he got angry and started yelling at her, telling her she should give it to him, considering all he'd done for the Empire as a soldier. And she was like lol what empire. And so he found out that the Empire had fallen years ago, but his father figure/master had lied to all these traumatised children to keep up his imperial fantasy.

Then I had a dream that was not quite the same, but related. There was again a huge isolated mansion where a large sect lived. My family was part of it. One day one of the leaders had a premonition that we had to leave the villa immediately. So we did, on foot, with difficulty. There were a few horses that we used to carry our belongings.

And we all stopped ageing and spent centuries wandering the world in search of a new place to build an isolated mansion. It was a gruelling, thankless experience - very 40 years in the desert. Except that we were a fringe cult and not in a desert, and we also had to stop occasionally to do seasonal work (which lasted decades as time flowed like molasses), but again I refused, and I also experienced time differently and became a very skilled horseman.

Which ties in with another related dream. There was some sort of natural disaster which, for some reason, involved many of my high school classmates. They were all struggling terribly to get help as they were in a remote area, exhausted and hungry, hundreds of miles from any other human being. But not from a horse! Or a Houyhnhnm, if you like. And I was one of them, trying to save my classmates.

It was very frustrating because they didn't understand that they were just cringe-fail yahoos and couldn't parse my sophisticated language. So I tried just neighing once for yes and twice for no, but they still didn't understand that I was a rational being trying to communicate with them. Even though I whinged once for every yes and twice for every no -_-

This brings us to ANOTHER related dream. So there was another apocalyptic event. A huge flood. Lots of people there, including my panicked classmates. And me too. We had tried to get out of the affected area by train tracks, but the train tracks was also under about a metre of water - it was still possible to try to walk to safety, but it was dangerous and difficult. Many of us were also amnesiac (including me).

Of course, the train thing wasn't a problem for me because I could walk on water. Duh. It wasn't like walking on the ground - I could feel it moving underneath me, and I had to concentrate to stay on the surface, but it didn't take much effort. This would have been fine except another girl was also walking on water and she was like ummm wtf only I can do this!!! And I was like actually I can walk on water because I'm a Christian 😇✝️⛪

There was also a guy there who made it VERY clear that we were all in a time loop and only he could remember resetting it. I immediately believed him and was like, "Aren't you impressed! I believe you!" But he was like, "you believe me every time, and we still all die every time, so it's not useful, but thanks, I guess". And me and the other walking on water girl tried to persuade him to tell us how we were going to die and he was like no, I won't tell you....

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[dancing-cockroaches]

I'm really disappointed in the state of Nevada for having no good haunted house experiences. Or if they do, for not popping up on my phone as some sort of ad or shady craigslist listing. You are telling me we have this large Hills Have Eyes creepy-ass state and we're just using none of it. That the people who had the resources to actually make a haunted house decided, "why use a creepy ghost town or literally anywhere else when we can use the IKEA parking lot". I admit my idea may be a bit over the top but I'm just disappointed no one tried some form of it.

Well sharks, I present an idea to you today. I suggest we set up a "creepy ghost town tour". And we make it seem like just that. An extreme ghost town tour that's like a fully interactive/immersive haunted house outdoor escape experience. Instead there's a twist. No, not actual ghosts. It is not actually a ghost town at all. Because it's actually inhabited by a cult. Of course they're just actors, unless there actually is a cult already there, anyone who's actually driven through Nevada knows what I mean when I say that may be a risk. And if that happens we're still gonna roll with it because these people came for an experience and goddamnit they're going to get one.

As for the exact location, there is a lot to choose from, but we dont want one that's too well known. Some other tourist company probably already have their hands on it, and I'm not good with legal stuff so it's best if it's one that has been forgotten about for so long no one with authority will realize I'm using it. Preferably one you cant even find on a list, so some scouting may be required, but trust me they're out there I highly doubt theyre all accounted for. Especially in Nye considering it feels like almost nobody lives there to this day despite it being the largest county. Most people who work there dont even live there.

Getting there may be an issue for participants. "Oh I dont like driving in the desert it's boring and theres no radio reception blah blah blah" and most tourists dont have a car here anyway. Because let's be real, anyone who has money to actually have fun in Las Vegas are tourists but we will have a local discount. So we offer an option to be transported by van, where there will also be a tour guide to begin the experience by giving a brief (embellished) history of this ghost town. The people who decide to drive will also get the history at some point.

So now they're at the ghost town. I guess now is as good time as any to bring up a problem I forgot to mention earlier. When discussing this with my husband, he pointed out "this is an open carry state" there will be a strict no gun rule "this is a concealed carry state" we will have those "beep beep beep" security wands so people can be scanned as they enter "what about bugs and pests" Nevada desert is home to the most devilish of insects, including vinegaroons and camel spiders, the area will be treated by an exterminator. Of course that probably wont work so possible encounter with insects the size of a Honda will be included in the waiver. Oh yes, there will be a waiver, this is an immersive experience so it'd be necessary. Technically, the possibility of being jumped by a dark jerusalem cricket or giant crab spider is terrifying and would add to the horror.

So the tour goes as a normal ghost town tour for about an hour or so, but there are cult members lurking around. But not in a way that makes themselves seen, more like a "it feels like there's an unseen presence here" way. Until the tour leads directly to one of their rituals. Which no, won't be a giant burning totem or loud chanting, atleast not every time because that's tacky. Just a group of robed, or half naked, or what the hell fully naked because this is a 21+ experience, people just sitting quietly together cross legged with their eyes closed. The cult never notices the group at first so the tour guide acts concerned in a way where they didnt know about these people but want to keep the group calm so they try to hurry out, but that's when the cult notices. More members show up to surround the tour group. The cult either acts very aggressive or very nice in a creepy/manipulative way. And I mentioned the experience will have some changes to it at times, because people are blabber mouths and the twist will come out so we dont want it getting stale. Anyway blah blah blah I've been going on for long enough, that's all I have for now

[humanchara-cter]

Mandatory intro post

My memories will be below the cut if anyone remembers something similar or the same I’d love to talk

My name is Chara, but I go by Gold when in public servers and when talking with/around other Charas as it feels selfish to keep the name lmao.

I’ve been told I’m not very talkative and a little dry until we get into a conversation and I’m really bad at starting those I’m sorry

Anti endos can fuck right off <3 :) we’re traumagenic but we don’t see how telling people how to live their life and obsessing over that is at all healthy.

Also if you use anything other than they/them for me or Frisk fuck off (Fictives if you use something else your fine but singlets and people who arent undertale Fictives of chara or frisk I’m going to bite you.

Also a fair warning is that I had (have? I dunno) a huge crush on Frisk, I look up to them a lot. I might rb charisk art lmao

Also I am now 19, and the body is an adult. Okay now onto memories; tw for suicidal behavior in my past and death obv lmao

But so like, I was a part of a small farming village, heavily religious, all that jazz. It was like a fucking cult it was horrible. Not to mention my parents just Sucked majorly. The only thing I really liked there was this fountain that was in the middle of the town, it had these flowers around it, buttercups, they’ve always been my favorite. Very painful to ingest so don’t try that.

But at the flowers I met this other kid who didn’t seem to believe in the bullshit the other villagers were on either, and we became friends. But then she disappeared, I have no idea what happened to her no one would tell me shit.

I was also born with red eyes, which came out of fucking no where, neither of my parents had them and everyone thought I was cursed or some sort of test from whatever the fuck they worshiped. I have no idea I was like eight okay?

But I got bullied, a lot because of it. And eventually I went to the mountain that was filled with “freaks” (monsters) because if I didn’t die from jumping then at least I’d get to meet other beings who were outcasted by society. Lucky me I got taken in as Asriels little sibling, which was probably one of the only things that saved me.

People think I was shitty to him?? For some reason?? Like damn he’s the second being to show me kindness and be accepting of the person I was? I wasn’t going to make him sad or upset if there was another way.

But then I heard about how my adoptive family and all the other monsters wanted to get back to the surface and to live in peace, and I didn’t believe it was gonna work, but I didn’t wanna leave them without happiness. And so I tried to get enough souls to break the barrier, and asriel helped. I wasn’t even gonna involve him but he wanted to help.

Yeah it didn’t work out as planned, I got burried where asriel first found me (it was where we hung out the most) and I was pretty much a ghost hanging around and following any humans who fell below, and had to watch my family get torn apart and everything change. And then Frisk happened… and Frisk fixed everything, even if it wasn’t the same they succeeded where I failed. And I helped them because they’d talk to me, and then they gave me half their soul after working out the ideas of how to give me a body to inhabit and a way to stay on the physical plane with alphys behind everyone’s back so it could be a surprise for them, and we also got asriel as well,even if he did struggle with sorting out how he wanted to approach everything as both asriel and flowey. It was nice, and I know it’s weird but I had such a huge crush on Frisk because they were everything I wasn’t and they were so confident when talking to others when ID have panic attacks about even going outside hfjdjd

Though outside of political meetings Frisk often wouldn’t talk to anyone but their close ones (mostly me and Asriel) and we’d translate for them.

I always get angry with how people call me evil or a bad person because, I was just a child! It’s all because asriel says “chara… wasn’t the greatest person” Which like, yeah I fucked up a lot, I was clingy to Asriel and he got almost no alone time because he was my “safe person” and I was mentally I’ll and traumatized and often flipped on a switch on him, but he also loved me as a sibling, I wasn’t the greatest person and I’m still not, but I’m an okay person, and I’m trying my best. And I know Asriel didn’t mean it like that.

#undertale fictive #undertale system #fictive #plural #undertale kin #because I don’t mind kinnies #I have agoraphobia #also #so like yeah #sourcemates pls message me lmao #endo safe

[thedndgoblinwholivesinyourwalls]

*SNATCHES MICROPHONE* YOU, TUMBLR MUTUAL, I AM INTRESTED IN YOUR OCS.

:0 HELLOO OK OK SO *claps hands togheter*

@guess-how-i-stole-this-body FOUND IT

Ajhdjd so my main story is set in a made up town in Florida (I actually don’t know why I chose florida) called Beckenshire. Which was an industrial town in the early 1900s-1930’s. Around the 1970-80’s they built a nuclear plant but demolished it pretty quickly after they noticed it wasn’t all that safe.

This world is basically like our own except with cryptids and monsters. We don’t know where they came from, they’ve been here since the start of time it seems, but they usually live closer to nuclear plants/ruins. Due to the fact they get power from it.

So Beckenshire has a lot of these monsters, and an important one for later is the Sprites which are little spirits that inhabit random inanimate objects and float them around. You can bribe them with sweet treats if you want that random object back. There is also a Spirite 2.0 (i don’t have a name for them) that inhabits dead bodies. Or they make a deal with people on their deathbed (methaporically and literally) that they’ll inhabit their heart to keep the body running for a bit longer but the body will slowly decay.

So onto the characters! (sorry this is so long and I��m not even finished)

You’ve got Ryan Beckett, on the school’s basketball team and plays dnd often. He has a fear of deer thanks to seeing the Devil Heart (a massive deer skeleton with human teeth) in the woods when he was younger. Later in the story he gets his arm chopped off by Carmela (another oc) and gets a werewolf-ish bite from a monster (idk which yet) that gives him yellow pupils, horns, pointy teeth and ears.

Carmela Rivera Luzardo is a soccer player and her and ryan have a rivals to lovers kind of thing thanks to the fact the basketball team has way better funding by the school. She lives with her dad and her mum is in the city for ‘work reasons’. Later in the story she joins a cult called Children of The Woods (which is important later) and cuts ryan’s arm off and ends up having to gain her friends trust again. She didn’t want to cut his arm off i might add.

Dana Bernard is the last of this trio and they are amazing in my opinion. She lives with her two dads at home, when she was very young her mum died of cancer and her dad recently remarried to a guy named Jose. (Her bio dad is called Noah and he has a whole crisis after figuring out he’s bisexual thanks to the fact his wife is dead and he has a bunch of guilt about that still) Later in the story, she gets their eye plucked out by mermaids (their called Nereids) and they have a big fear of water from then on. A monster pretended to be her late mum and tried to drown them.

Oliver Biswar is a side character (kind of?) he’s 10 years old and has bright glowing blue eyes from a sprite accident. He loves dinosaurs.

Now I have a lot of story for the parents but I’ll shorten it down.

Janette Biswar is the current leader of the cult Carmela joined, which was a cult her family made in the 50’s to worship the monsters. She’s seen as a god/messenger of the gods. She adopted oliver after her sister died. (Her sister was oliver’s mum). She tricks Carmela into joining the cult by using her mum against her. She also ends up in a relationship (?) with ryan’s mum, Adele. Which isn’t the best.

Adele Beckett is a monster hunter and she is married to Josh beckett who is a trans guy. They began dating before Josh knew he was trans so they were a sapphic couple and Adele has a lot of ‘diet’ transphobia towards Josh and her son Ryan. She also has a lot of arophobia towards Janette (Janette is an aro lesbian). The two end up in a relationship which is more a sexual one then romantic since Janette has stated multiple times she is not interested in a romantic one. Both of them where fine with that until Adele did catch feelings for Janette and did that thing a lot of people do which is ignore what the person has previously said and tell them their heartless. Also Janette had no idea Adele was cheating on Josh. That kind of brings us to Janette’s first death which is her burning along with the cult building thanks to a molotov cocktail that Adele had.

#But yeah!! #I could go into more detail but I just woke up soo #very tired lmao #ask #my ocs #cryprid hunter blabs #I love making Adele a shitty person/hj #its actually really fun to write shitty people when they’re kind of a protagonist as well? #Like Janette’s the main villain but at the same time so is Adele #yeah :] #I will add more one day #Apologies for it being this long ajdhdjf