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Leather and Lace Part 2

Eddie Munson x Original Female Character

Summary: Eddie meets up with Jovi at Tina's legendary Halloween party. His poor little heart–all he wants to do is smooch her, but he doesn't wanna scare her away.

Warnings: cursing, underage drinking, mention of male nipples (I know how Tumblr hates that), oogling of body parts, bullying. (Let me know if I missed anything!)

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CHAPTER 2: Monster Mash

"Can't believe you talked me into this man." Eddie rolled his eyes, adjusting the low-cut, ruffled white shirt that Gareth lent him.

"You're a vampire, c'mon!" Gareth grinned and threw his hands up, his own costume a half-assed zombie consisting of torn clothes covered in fake blood and gray face paint. "Thought you'd be happy. You get to dress up for your girl and people still know who to buy weed from!"

Dave shrugged, his face obscured by a werewolf mask.

"I think you look nice," Jeff grinned, picking up the red cape draped around Eddie's shoulders, "Chicks dig capes, right?"

Eddie glowered, snatching the cape back as the guys busted up laughing at him, "Laugh it up you chuckle-fucks. See who gives you a ride home tonight." They started whining and groaning, even though Eddie would never truly leave them without a getaway ride. He just wanted them to sweat for a bit.

Jeff had dressed up as Han Solo, complete with a holster and fake gun, and was the only one not rocking a classic monster outfit. Gareth and Dave kept poking at him, telling him to be Frankenstein, but he swatted at them and said he was going as Han because his sister sewed him the vest. So three classic monsters and an interstellar smuggler walk into a high school Halloween party. Kinda sounded like the beginning of a bad joke.

Eddie would spend the evening in the backyard, his usual hangout space when dealing, but before sequestering himself pool-side they made a pit stop at the booze. "Careful of the jet fuel." He warned, but Dave had already taken a gulp of punch and began coughing and sputtering. Gareth and Jeff snickered at their friend, but proceeded to knock back a shot from the cup Dave had filled, not faring much better.

Eddie smirked and shook his head at his dumb friends, but grabbed them a few beers before they made their way to the backyard.

Throwing himself into a lounger chair, Eddie gave a content groan. The low-cut shirt Gareth lent him showed off a large section of his chest and his tattoos and when he sat down it gaped open even further. "What a slutty Dracula." Dave snickered.

Eddie smirked and leaned back, arms cradling the back of his head, "You only wish you looked this good, wolf-man."

"The age-old feud begins anew!" Gareth laughed, sipping at his beer.

And thus, Eddie's night began. The boys circled around him for a bit, drinking beers and shooting the shit, but soon Eddie was called over again and again by various drunk party-goers wielding their rich daddy's money to buy pot from The Freak.

Dave and Gareth had wondered off to get a few shots in and to try and join the dancing inside. Jeff–sweet boy that he was–became a home-base for Eddie to come back to so that he wasn't alone the whole night.

"Nah man, whatever song they release, I'm learning. I don't give a shit how complicated, we are getting it down A-S-A-P so we can play it the next gig we can." Eddie was grinning and bouncing on his toes, talking about the Metallica album set to release next year, "'86 baby!" He cheers'ed his beer and Jeff rolled his eyes good-naturedly.

"I appreciate the faith in our skills, dude, but us three aren't as quick to catch on to stuff as you." He shrugged, "Might be a few months 'til anything's show ready."

Eddie smiled and pulled Jeff in to a side hug, throwing his other arm out to try and paint a picture for his friend, "See, I think we got this! Gareth's got a kick-ass sense of rhythm, so he's quick on the drums, and as soon as I show Dave what I'm thinking, he'll pick up what I lay down, and you're by far the best bassist I've ever heard dude! You can learn any song by ear–remember when you taught yourself The Trooper in like three weeks??" He patted Jeff on the chest, smile splitting open his face, "You're amazing, dude, don't sell yourself short."

Jeff smiled softly, face shy at the complement. Instead of saying anything back he took a swig of his drink and eyed the party inside. "Think we could wander around, maybe try and find Jovi?"

Eddie felt his heart pick up pace at the thought of his crush. His ears heated up and he bounced nervously on his toes, "Y-yeah," he cleared his throat, "What-uh… what's she dressed as?" He looked at Jeff discreetly out of the corners of his eyes.

Jeff just smirked and shrugged his shoulders, "You're just gonna have to see, huh, lover boy?"

Eddie scoffed and pushed Jeff's shoulder as they made their way inside. Eddie was nervous–god why did he let Gareth talk him into dressing up like a dandy-boy vampire. He breathed deeply through his nose to try and calm himself, slipping over towards the kitchen to grab a shot of liquid courage. Before they made it through the archway door, Jeff grabbed his shoulder and pulled him towards the wall. "There she is, dude!" He motioned towards the other entrance to the kitchen and Eddie's eyes snapped towards her like a magnet.

She was dressed in a silvery medieval gown with her hair pulled back in a loose braid, glitter dusted across her cheeks with simple eye makeup accentuating her honey gold eyes. The fake pointed ears she donned had the tips bobby-pinned into her hair to keep them from falling. Jeff leaned in, a shit-eating grin on his braces lined smile, "She said she's going as Arwen, from The Lord of the Rings." Eddie was pretty sure he died. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't blink, all he could hear was the sound of his heart ready to explode from his chest.

Jovi smiled towards Robin, going to fill up a cup of punch and handing it to the lanky girl, laughing at something she said before filling up her own cup. She smiled and her face sparked because of the kitchen spotlights and the glitter decorating her skin. Her hair looked so soft, pulled gently away from her face, but a few strands were loose around her eyes and Eddie was desperate to push them behind her ears so he had uninterrupted eye contact with her gorgeous honey hazel gaze. The neck of the dress wasn't too revealing, but it was low enough to see the tops of her creamy breasts that bounced as she laughed. When she was turning to exit the kitchen, Eddie was thrown back into the land of the living by Jeff pushing him towards her, laughing while saying: "Go get her, man!"

Eddie's feet walked without him being conscious of their movement. His mouth was dry and he was pretty sure his shirt had fallen in a way that his left nipple was showing, but he was too flustered to do anything. "Jovi!" He heard Jeff call from behind him and Eddie's eyes widened in panic, "Hey Jovi!" If he just pushed the kid to his left against the counter-top he was sure he could make a mad dash for the crowd and get lost on the dance floor. Before he could tuck-tail and run, Jovi caught his eyes and an excited grin lit up her freckled face. She grabbed Robin's arm to steer them towards the two boys. He felt warm, her happiness upon seeing him made his stomach flip and he was pretty sure he was giving her a dopey, love-struck smile.

"Hey Jeff, Eddie! I was afraid we missed you guys!" She had to yell over the music, but she also leaned in close and he could smell her perfume–something flowery. He wanted to shove his face in her hair and sniff. God damn I'm repulsive. He internally winced at his creepy impulsive thoughts.

"No worries, just doing a lap before we go back outside. It's a nice night, wanna hang out with us by the pool?" Jeff motioned behind him. Eddie wanted to kiss Jeff with how much he was single-handedly steering this conversation.

"No way! We're gonna dance, they're playing Blondie and I ain't missing that!" Robin tugged on Jovi's arm and the shorter girl smiled, giggling at her friend's insistence.

She turned back to the two boys and shrugged, "Wanna turn that lap you were doing into a dance?" She caught Eddie's eyes and bit her lip, raising her eyebrows in what appeared to him a pleading way. God he hoped she was pleading for him, he hoped she wanted him around.

He gave a nervous smile and offered his hand to her, "Lead the way, Lady Arwen."

Her smile turned shy and sweet, face blooming pink and he wanted to kiss her. She grasped his hand and it was like electricity running from her touch through him–she was a live wire and he was reveling in her sparks. "Jeff told you huh?" She looked somewhat embarrassed. But he weaved their fingers together as they walked towards the dance floor.

"Hell yeah he did, The Lord of the Rings is my favorite book series–damn near died when I heard you were dressing up as her!" He felt his own face flushing, but he squeezed her hand in reassurance.

Her smile grew and the corners of her eyes crinkled and he never wanted her to stop looking at him like that. "I wanted to be Eowyn, she's my favorite character, but I didn't want to run around in a blond wig all night." She ducked her head to watch her feet as they walked down a short set of steps.

He was pretty sure he was in love with this woman.

They got to the dance floor and some pop bull shit was playing, but Jeff shrugged and grabbed Robin's hand and spun her around. She yelped, shouting 'watch the drink' through her giggles.

Eddie turned nervously to Jovi, one of his hands still holding tightly to hers. She smiled and grabbed his other hand, placing both of them on her waist and grabbing him around his neck. She lifted up on her toes and asked, "Is this okay?" In his ear.

God yes. "Y-yeah!" He mimicked her as she swayed her hips back and forth. Gentle movements that followed the beat of the music. It definitely wasn't the vibe the music was going for, but they could be playing Sweet Leaf by Black Sabbath on full blast and he'd still follow her moves if it meant he could hold onto her like he was.

"I'm gonna turn around, just go with it!" She yelled in his ear and he nodded, confused at what she meant, but he was willing to pull a Dante and follow her to hell. She slid his hands off her hips, but just turned around, pressing her back to his chest and placing his hands back onto her hips, one of her hands holding steady on to his, and the other coming around to take a sip of her drink that she still had. She looked at him over her shoulder and flashed him a questioning look and he just nodded dumbly.

He felt every twist and sway of her body as she was flush against his. He made a point to make sure his lower half was as far from her as possible, but he was sure he was holding onto her hips a little too tight. She was laughing at something with Robin, and leaning her shoulders onto his chest, she glanced up at him with a relaxed smile and he let himself calm down a little too. He started shifting to the beat and bobbing his shoulders, following the circle of her hips as she moved. He looked over at Jeff who was dancing casually, which was more like moving from one foot to the other and nodding his head to the beat, and grinned. Jeff matched his smile and flashed a thumbs up. Suddenly a cup was pushed in front of his face and he looked down at Jovi who smiled, sloshing the contents, mouthing 'want some?'

He spied her lip gloss on the side and made a point to grab onto her hand, his larger hand engulfing her smaller one, and matched his lips to where hers had been before he took a large swig. He let go and grinned at her, nodding and ducked so his mouth was next to her ear. "Thanks!" He made sure he was close, and he was rewarded with seeing her shiver and her skin become flushed. All positive things, right? She was into him too–right??

Suddenly he got a shot of bravery at seeing her reaction and spun her around, she blinked up at him in shock. He smiled and grabbed her cup, handing it off to Jeff who shook his head at his friend's antics. Eddie took Jovi's hand in his and placed his other on her waist to pull her close. He did a few steps, Jovi following along awkwardly while laughing with him at what he was trying to do. He was smiling and spun her, causing her to squeak as she tried to pirouette but ended up tripping a bit so Eddie had to catch her. Suddenly he leaned forward and warned her, "I'm going to dip you!" And before she could say anything, he pulled her side to side and swung her into a low dip. She gave a brief shriek that dissolved into more laughter. He was breathing hard and he was sure he had a bunch of bruises from bumping into everyone around them, but it was worth it to see her flushed and smiling and to hear her laughing with her whole body in joy. He didn't move for a moment, watching as she came back to herself and eyed him with a content grin. His eyes flickered quickly to her lips–shiny from her gloss and pouty with her bottom lip slightly red from her biting it–then back to her eyes. She saw the movement and wet her lips, her little pink tongue absolutely driving him mad. Her own eyes lowered to his mouth, and he was gonna do it, he was gonna take the plunge and kiss her and–

"Freak!" Someone gave Eddie a rough push and he dropped Jovi in surprise, thankfully she was close enough to the ground that she didn't have far to go. She landed with a light "oomf".

But Eddie tumbled forward, his legs tangling together while he tried not to knock into Jovi as he fell. He was able to catch himself before his face hit the floor, but the moment was ruined and everyone on the dance floor began to snicker and point at the two.

"Eddie?" He lifted his head slowly to see Jovi's soft face pinched in concern, his legs were still over her so she wasn't able to stand, but she sat up and rested a comforting hand on his arm. He gave her a tired smile and moved his legs off her so that they could both get up. When he pulled her to her feet, she gave him a grateful look.

"What happened??" Robin came stumbling over and leaned on Jovi's shoulder. "Who do I have to kick? No one's shins will be safe!"

Jovi huffed a laugh but shook her head. "Let's head outside!" Robin nodded and grabbed Jovi's hand.

Jovi's other hand clasped tightly to Eddie and she gave him a tug. He obediently followed.

Eddie heaved a groan as they walked. Of course everything had to be ruined by some entitled prick who wanted to have a go at the local Freak of Hawkins. He looked at the back of Jovi's head and wondered if she would have kissed him back? If she would have pulled him closer and tugged on his hair? Or if she would have pushed him away and screamed at him for being so stupid to think he had a chance.

He squeezed her hand and she squeezed back. He felt warmth spread through him from where she held on. The corners of his mouth tugged up and a weight receded from his shoulders. There was something. He didn't know if she'd let him kiss her, but at least she was there and willing to hold his hand.

Once they broke through to the backyard, Eddie let out a breath he hadn't known he was holding. He carded his hand through his hair and tugged when his rings got caught, but he dared not let go of Jovi. When they made it to a few patio chairs circled around a table, Robin threw herself down and groaned loudly. "Tyler Dirndle can go fuck himself! We were having fun and he had to go and ruin it by being a massive douche." She sneered at the crowd through the floor to ceiling windows lining the living room, giving a view to the unperturbed dance floor.

"That who pushed Eddie?" Jeff spoke quietly, choosing to stand next to Eddie while Jovi and Robin sat.

Jovi still held Eddie's hand.

He dared not say anything, afraid she'd let go.

Robin harrumphed and crossed her arms, "Yeah, saw him laughing about it when we were leaving–ugh I hope he gets Chlamydia." She mumbled that last part and Jovi busted out laughing, while Eddie and Jeff stared dumbly at the girl, having not expected that comment to come from her.

Eddie rubbed the back of his head and sighed, "Sorry about that. Didn't mean to ruin your night." He toed his dirty reeboks against the ground, afraid to meet Jovi's eyes. When she squeezed his hand, his head snapped up to watch her. She gave him a shy smile, face flushed–from the booze or the moment, he wasn't sure, but he hoped from him.

"You didn't do anything Eddie." Her voice was soft and soothing, "I had a blast dancing with you." Her face became a deeper red and he bit his lip. The only thoughts running through his brain was how cute she looked being embarrassed by her admission. She had fun. With him. And he made her laugh. He was sure the grin on his face was lovesick and dopey, but he couldn't help it.

Robin nodded, "Yeah, who knew you had moves, Munson! And dancing to Madonna no less!" She smirked teasingly and Eddie rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, yuk it up. Only reason I was dancing was for Jovi, you'll never see me enjoying Pop's top 100s again." He cut his hand through the air in a finalizing motion.

"Ooooh, so you were shaking it to Crazy for You all for sweet little Jovi?" Robin wiggled her eyebrows and Jovi smacked her, groaning her name while Robin snickered.

Eddie realized what he said and heaved a breathy laugh, but his ears were on fire and he was sure his face was ten shades of red. He rubbed the back of his neck and grimaced, "Really put my foot in my mouth, huh." He mumbled.

"I think it's sweet." Came Jovi's quiet voice and Eddie caught her gaze, his deep brown meeting her honey hazel. He was back to his dopey smile, as was usual to adorn his face when he looked at her, and she returned it, biting her lip demurely.

"Robin? Jovi?" The girls glanced towards the door to the house and Robin sighed dramatically.

"Looks like he struck out." She huffed, crossing her arms.

Jovi hummed in agreement then shrugged, "I think he struck himself out." Robin nodded, giving an emphatic 'for sure'.

Eddie looked over and saw none other than fucking Steve 'The Hair' Harrington make his way over to the four of them. Eddie swung his head around and met Jeff's wide-eyes in shock. Eddie pointed over his shoulder and mouthed 'What the hell??!' but Jeff just shrugged and shook his head, wordlessly telling him he didn't have a clue.

"Amanda seemed nice! All go well?" Robin asked as Steve came to stand in between the girl's chairs and placed his hands in his pockets in a relaxed stance.

He sighed, shoulders falling and face screwing up, "She kept chewing her gum in my ear. It was gross and distracting." He shrugged and carded his hand through his hair, "She didn't really have any engaging conversation to contribute either."

Jovi and Robin eyed one another knowingly.

"Didn't realize you were friends." Eddie mumbled, studying Steve up and down. Jovi squeezed his hand, which helped him feel a little more grounded. He looked at her to see she was smiling warmly at him.

"Sorry! Steve, this is Eddie and Jeff–guys I'm sure you know Steve." Robin flung her hand back and smacked the older boy on the sternum, causing him to yelp and bark 'hey' in offense at her abuse.

"Nice to meet you." He grumbled, rubbing the spot Robin hit him.

Jeff nodded, but Eddie just raised a skeptical eyebrow at the jock. Since when was he one to hang out with a couple of band-geeks? Wait, was Jovi in band?

Jovi stood and, unfortunately, let go of Eddie's hand as she motioned to Robin, "I gotta go pee. Come with me Robin?" The other girl rolled her eyes but grinned good-naturedly and grasped Jovi's hand.

"C'mon sweetie, I'll take you to the potty!" She raised her voice playfully and Jovi giggled as Robin played mom and the two wandered inside, leaving the boys to chat.

Steve shuffled on his feet awkwardly, scratching the side of his face while his eyes wandered everywhere but the two other men. Eddie huffed in annoyance and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, popping one out and lighting up. Sucking in a deep breath, he eyed Steve and let the smoke blow out of his nose. "How do you know Jovi and Robin?" He asked casually, or tried to, Jeff seemed to wince at his accusatory tone.

Steve crossed his arms and sucked in a breath, shoulders tensing. "Oh, uh, well… I-I babysat, Jovi's brother, you could say…" He shrugged, getting fidgety with his hands, "A-and then I worked at Scoops Ahoy in the mall with Robin this last summer and we hit it off. So, um…" He was rubbing his hands on his jeans, then his arms, going up to massage his neck and gazing at the ground with hard eyes, "You been friends with 'em long?" His voice was slightly raised, nervous as he tried to change the subject.

Eddie eyed Steve's strange behavior, but the jock merely thinned his lips and raised his bushy brows waiting for Eddie to respond. "Sorta." He drew out, fibbing, but didn't care to elaborate.

"Cool, cool." Steve nodded and stared at the ground, not offering any further conversation.

Eddie rolled his eyes, looking at Jeff with exasperation. Jeff pursed his lips and threw his hands up, "So what're you up to these days, Harrington?" Jeff shoved his hands in his pockets and rocked on his feet, "Didn't expect to see you at a high school party, thought you'd be onto bigger and better things."

Steve gave a self-deprecating laugh, "Yeah, you'd think." He mumbled before clearing his throat, "Nah, didn't know what I wanted to do, so I figured I'd take a year, get a good score on my SATs and try again for Purdue." He sighed, "Or.. I don't know. Life sucks man, why do we have to know exactly what we want to do for the rest of our lives now? I mean, we're only teenagers, not even fully developed or whatever." He threw his own hands up before running them through his perfect hair, mussing it up. Much to Eddie's annoyance, it still looked good.

Jeff nodded sympathetically, "I hear that man. My mom wants me to be a doctor, but I get sick at the sight of blood."

Steve chuckled, "Good luck with that, dude." Jeff smiled and the two relaxed a bit.

Eddie scowled, taking a deep drag of his cigarette. "What're you thinking you might wanna do if you went to college?" His voice was low, but curious. What would ole King Hair try and excel in now that the world was his oyster?

Steve blinked, "Uhh…" his brows furrowed in concentration.

Eddie smirked, "Don't hurt yourself, I can smell the smoke from here." The three boys laughed lightly at the jab.

Steve rubbed the back of his neck, face flushing, "Honestly? I kind of want to look into… teaching." His smile was soft and thoughtful and Eddie was shocked. That was the last vocation that he suspected the most popular kid in his high school would say.

"Good on ya, man!" Jeff grinned.

Steve matched his smile, "Thanks."

"Mayday mayday!" Robin came stumbling outside, alone, and grabbed Eddie's arm, jerking it slightly, "We're in need of assistance! Connor won't take no for an answer and Jovi's too sweet to punch him!"

"What?" Eddie blinked, but he felt his jaw clench involuntary while he stomped out his cigarette. He let Robin tug him into the house, Steve and Jeff following close behind.

Robin led him down a back hallway and there he saw some gangly kid leaning over Jovi who looked uncomfortable and pale. Her hand was pressed to her chest, almost like she was trying to hide herself, and her smile was weak while she shook her head politely at whatever the kid was saying.

Eddie steeled himself and stepped forward, sliding his arm around Jovi's shoulders. He smiled down at her flustered face, "Hey sweetheart, was wondering what was keeping you." He slid his gaze to the kid in front of her and glared, icy and cold. Yeah, he knew that, technically speaking, he had no right to step in between someone talking with Jovi, but a flame of jealousy flared to life in his gut at the idea of someone other than him flirting with her. His limbs had moved of their own accord, just acting from the instructions received by his caveman instincts that roared at his brain to protect Jovi.

The taller guy gulped, glasses sliding down his nose and he pushed them back up while nervously taking a step away. "S-sorry Munson, didn't know she was yours." He mumbled before speeding away.

Eddie felt his face heat up at the comment. At the idea of Jovi being his. A warmth bloomed in his chest, turning the cold flames of jealousy to a crackling hearth of affection within him. He quickly shook the thought away to focus on how Jovi was faring. She looked pale and her hands were shaking, but she was giving him a grateful smile. His heartbeat picked up again.

"Thanks Eddie. Never knew Connor was so persistent." She sighed.

"Yeah, don't mention it, sweet thing." His voice was low and he dipped his head down so he didn't have to shout over the music. "You okay?" His brow furrowed in concern.

She huffed a laugh and nodded, "I-I'm okay, I just threw up so I think that's my cue to go home." Her cheeks pinkened in embarrassment and she wouldn't meet his eyes.

"Do you need a ride?" He croaked, eyes going wide as the question seemed to spill from him before he could think. He was sure his face was a tomato.

She looked surprised, but her face quickly fell into a tender smile, eyes sparking. "Thanks Eddie, but Steve's our designated DD."

Steve nodded behind them and clapped his hands, "I'll go bring the car around–meet you guys out front." He was gone in a second.

Eddie gulped and nodded, making to let go of Jovi's shoulder, but her hand shot out and kept him firmly holding her, eyes wide and pleading, "Would you walk me out? I'm feeling really shaky and don't want to walk alone." She tapered off, voice getting soft and shy and her face blushing furiously.

Eddie felt his insides explode with fluttering bats as they swarmed his guts and made his heart kick up to ten times its normal speed. His grin was so big and bright he was sure he looked like an absolute idiot, but he couldn't fight his joy at her desire for his company. He squeezed Jovi's shoulders and held her closer. "Of course, my lady. I couldn't dare to leave a fair maiden alone in her time of need." She giggled and leaned her head against Eddie's chest.

Oh man I hope she can't hear how fast my heart's going. That would definitely have given him away. He just prayed maybe she was still tipsy enough not to notice. He guided her with him while following Robin, who was muttering to Jeff about how Connor always had a thing for Jovi. The kid played trumpet alongside Robin and would constantly ask about her friend, even during class and it got on her nerves.

"Maybe now that he thinks she's dating Eddie, he'll lay off!" She huffed and crossed her arms once they made it to the curb.

"Sorry about that," Eddie mumbled, "Just tried to get him to leave you alone. Hopefully you don't catch any heat from being tied to me." His eyes wandered the sidewalk, suddenly feeling like an ass for being so forward.

Jovi hummed and patted his chest with the hand that wasn't grasping his arm around her shoulders. "I don't mind one bit, I thought it was sweet that you came to my rescue." He quickly looked down to see her gazing up at him with a sweet smile, eyes slightly unfocused and red from drinking then hurling. He smirked and tried to grasp a thread of courage within himself.

"So you don't mind fake-dating me?" He held his breath, trying to appear nonchalant but his insides were bubbling with hope.

She gave a nervous giggle, hiding her face in his chest again and he wanted to squeeze her and kiss her all over her adorable, beet-red cheeks. "No, I don't mind." Her voice was muffled by the puffy frill of his shirt.

A rush of air expelled from his lungs at her reply. He felt giddy.

Steve's BMW (of course he has a fucking BMW–rich boy that he is) saddled up to the curb they stood on and Robin rushed to the side of it, clumsily popping open the passenger door and then teetering around to open the back door.

"Can you help me? My legs feel like Jell-O." Jovi mumbled into Eddie's chest and he chuckled.

"Of course sweetheart." His voice was soft, but he felt jittery and full of energy–like he had drank ten cups of coffee before starting a new Hellfire campaign he had been working for months on.

She giggled and pulled her face from his chest, smiling, "Like it when you call me 'sweet'." She whispered, still slightly inebriated and silly so the whisper was louder than she probably intended.

He smirked at her and caught her eye, making her giggle shyly, "Oh yeah?"

She nodded dramatically and he held her hand as she plopped into the back seat sideways, him standing in between her legs and she stared up at him demurely. She lazily motioned him to come down to her level and he grinned, leaning against the top of the car and moving his head in front of hers, their faces only a few inches from one another. Suddenly she leaned forward and Eddie thought his heart stopped.

Her soft, luscious lips pressed to his cheek and she hummed against him, pulling away with a quiet smacking sound. She looked up at his frozen face with one of drunken adoration. "Thank you Eddie. See you on Monday." She whispered, bringing her hand up to tug once on his guitar pick that hung on the chain around his next.

He gulped and mentally smacked himself back into action, "Y-yeah. M-monday." His voice cracked and he winced as he stepped away, shutting the door behind her after she settled in her seat. She leaned her forehead against the window and wiggled her fingers at him as Steve drove them away.

He was floating on a cloud while he watched the BMW drive away. Everything was hazy and his vision faded out and all he could feel was her searing kiss on his cheek. He brought his hand up to hold onto his guitar pick necklace and felt the residual warmth from her hand. It was like he had turned into smoke drifting around, just meandering wherever the wind blew him.

The heavy hand on his shoulder brought him back to himself and he looked over at Jeff in a daze. He was laughing and shaking his head, "You with me, man?"

Eddie blinked, "I swear, by all that is metal," he began dramatically, gathering his best dungeon master voice, "I will ask her out."

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ratgingi · 11 months

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some little doodles and rambles pages :-] bonus Longer Ramble under cut, goes into some general oc stuff as well as kinda how things work in my oc group set up

on the topic of michy, her name is accidentally a nod sorta to her relationship with mingus. since her last name is knight . you can make the connections there but it was Not intentional on my part i just happened to name her that (just like i. named her michelle before finding out that was mingus' original name HJSHBAVJDSAB) and my qpp cress pointed out the potential for it

speaking of names, i got inspired to pick jacksons name based on a tiktok i saw while creating him, with a character named 'chase wood'. i thought it was Really Funny but didnt want to directly rip either of those names so got to work thinking of something. i took the name jackson from the song that sort of inspired his personality (called "jackson, you are dying" by picture us tiny) and grabbed the last name coxx after seeing a randomly generated npc in a video i was watching to complete the joke

also charlie got his last name the same way jackson did in the sense of a random npc in a game video i was watching had it and i thought it was good enough. while i was trying to figure out what kind of name to give him (hed already had the name charlie for a good while, since he was a generic objecthead oc i had but decided should Become a dt one) a character named 'warden steiner' was mentioned like. once. and i thought that sounded close to frankenstein and was like. yeah thatll be cool

also kara has a second major nondateable technically. she may or may not get scrapped bc shes genuinely horrible (i hate. writing her. i made her design pretty nice but i just actually hate her BHJSJHABJD), but shes a rival from karas pageanting days who would lead to two different bad ends if she became real, one of which is. a death end for kara. i dont wanna go into full detail bc again its likely to get scrapped just bc i literally hate the rival but tldr kara gets shot(? or smth idk she eats absolute shit either way) during a performance because the rival convinced the player that the only way to help kara realize performing isnt for her was to sabotage it and it goes Wrong. the other bad end is just kara trying to warn the player that the rival isnt good to hang around and eventually cuts off from the player which would lead to the shit yourself and die end bc player probably gets thrown under the bus by the rival during smth. most likely in a literal sense

i wanna talk about mechanics some now uhhhhhhhh ok so on the topic of 'major nondateables'

i have probably explained how it works before but in order for a character to qualify as a 'major nondateable' they have to 1. heavily effect the route [to the point of interactions with them being able to change its course] and/or 2. heavily influence the route's dateable's thoughts/actions/general motivations during it, sometimes both. they also CANNOT be another dateable in a different route. if i were to apply this to in-game characters for example, mr dickens would be a major nondateable from olivers route, and mayor mingus would be a major nondateable from norms. the majors dont have to have an active presence near the dateable during the route, they just have to apply to the above guidelines. these are the reasons why characters like exie, adelaide, stephan, stop, etc are not considered major nonedateables, because while they are close with the dateables from the routes they have a presence in, they do not change the route or motivate the dateable toward anything. charlie actively changes the route and clearly has a big sway over lillith, oakey would be mentioned several times by kara as a reasoning for why she says or does certain things during her route, and juniper - despite not being close to margo - has the ability to effect the outcome of the route.

and not every route Has to have one obviously . and there are some that would Technically be major nondateables for each other (ex. murr and roe, isaac and vinnie) but Because the other half of the pair is also dateable in a separate route, they do not qualify

also smth i dont think ive talked abt much is the fact that yes outis genuinely does call the ocean his wife. i mentioned he does that a few times when i first made him but there would be several points in his route where he does this (its mostly joking but there would be points where hed be talking abt it and say smth like 'i love my wife a lot but she scares me very much'). also originally i was going to give him a shark tooth on his necklace, based on the one i have irl, but the story for my irl one is a guy punched it out of a sharks mouth and i think if outis found out about that hed start crying and would not want anything to do with it. so shell necklace it was

also the two instances the petstore would show up in are once in outis' route and once at the end of murrs. for outis, you would be accompanying him to his shift that day, and brainstorming ideas for what you can do to try and figure out how to help him overcome his anxiety. kiki would approach you once you arrive and would spend a moment interrogating the player on who they were and what their intentions with her friend were, and would occasionally chime in with her opinion while you talk to him. in murrs route, youre taking him there to introduce him to the idea of maybe getting a pet he can dote on. after he doesnt really connect with any of the animals there would be a little interaction with twerpy where he gives the two of you directions to the shelter that their sister works at and he decides hell go sometime alone. (he ends up getting a cat, her name is darling and hed kill for her. you dont get to meet her bc murr and roe still dont show up in ch3/4 but she Exists)

murrey is a firm believer in the concept of true love and believes hes found it multiple times in the past, and absolutely Despises the thought that some people have of only being able to really find it Once. during his route thats what hes chasing (there would be a point where he complains hes gone so long without feeling true love that he intends to find it again, and the player has the option to tell him you can only find it once - which would start you down one of his bad ends), and the thought that its something you can only obtain once and never again makes him incredibly miserable.

murr is also entirely aware that there are different kinds of true love, but hes been stewing in his loneliness for so long that the romantic kind is the only one his brain will allow him to focus on. this is why his good end sort of helps remind him of that along side dealing with his loneliness in healthier ways

also adelaide has a side job at the shelter as well. when you meet her with margo and juniper in chapter 4 shed mention something about murr adopting darling and inform you that hes a lot happier now that he has the cats company. also margo and juniper are doing better after your help as well bc margo is getting a bit better at communicating and juniper is trying to be less. [gestures vaguely] . shes still an ass bc thats just her but yknow what i mean

also im thinking about making michy my only dateable that shows up in chapter 3. everyone else's interactions that would be in ch3 have been moved to 'chapter 4' but she was my first gal i think she deserves her spot there. youd meet her with norm while heading down to the subway and shed run up to you two after recognizing his voice (shed talk about being on her way to a date with her partners, i Wanna make them show up in person but as they both belong to friends of mine im not confirming anything really bfhdjbfdjs) and talk about how after your help to get out of her parasocial issue shes found true love and is focusing more on her friendships and her happiness. :-]

also funfact i have partial scene scripts for stephan and stops routes somewhere on my laptop. they were both going to be dateables at one point and i wrote a little about what mightve happened + pieces of a scene from each but idk if ill be able to find them nor will i ever show them if i do probably but they are there. somewhere

also !! alex is intersex . i dont think ive ever stated that anywhere bc it isnt really relevant to the story or anything but its pride month so might as well share. good for them

also i am gonna confirm at least ONE of the library dateables is actually a vampire. probably. yall dont get to know who though (my qpp knows but cress keep that info to urself /vlh)

i had more i wanted to say but forgot to write down somewhere so. take this

#dialtown oc #jack dlc #dlc wiki #hobos creations #enjoy big dump of things idk if ive talked abt any of this before but

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crazy56u · 8 months

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Warning: I'm on my Fanfiction Shit again. You are about to see more of my bullshit thought processes:

Well, given how at least a couple of people liked the previous post I did about that picture I commissioned (shout out to @thenovika), I figured you’d like to know I have theory-crafted an AU off of it (I already had some of the details in mind when coming up with the image to begin with, but I finally came up with the incident that kicks it off).

And while I admit some of this might be a stretch, and might need fleshing out, this is the basic conceit I have for what I guess I am going to be calling the “Burnout” AU, if only because given how I have things play out, I can’t help but be cute with the name.

And spoilers, this is technically a “Bad End” scenario born out of a lucky break.

If the road to Hell is paved with good intentions, then a tragedy is formed out of a silver lining.

The main linchpin to start off?

Mimic dies during “Bad Guys”.

When Starline is busting everyone out of prison, offering to let them in on, instead of a team, but a “business partnership”, rather than out and out agree, Mimic pretends to agree, but at the first opportunity after getting let out of his cell, Mimic jumps Starline, causing a struggle. Since Starline would’ve expected something like this happening, he cuts his losses.

He kills Mimic then and there, and leaves his body behind as a warning: “I mean business, do not underestimate me.”

The rest of the mini-series plays out more or less as before, minus one player. Starline's Plan A failed, so he decides to kidnap two people and play Frankenstein with them.

(This analogy might come back later, as an aside; besides, literally, Starline was basically Frankenstein, and Surge and Kit are both the Creature. I am not wrong.)

Word of this funnels back to those at the Restoration, and in particular, Whisper.

If you recall, she left after she found out Mimic escaped, as she felt her still being there was now a liability; as such, while she would have trouble fully processing the fact he was dead (even knowing there was a physical body left behind), she would eventually, eventually feel comfortable enough to start moving on, and stay. Her staying means Tangle stays.

Fast forward to the aftermath of “Battle for the Empire”: Starline is fucking dead, Sonic, Tails and Belle have left with Kit, and Surge is in the wild with the Dynamo Cage, and has made it to Central City.

Since Whisper and Tangle haven’t left, they are off doing a different mission for the Restoration, so Whisper is nowhere near Central City to take Surge on, and Jewel hasn’t gotten in contact yet with Sonic and Tails.

However, Blaze is close by (due to wanting to explore more of Sonic’s world while on her vacation), so she goes up to bat.

And… well, I already explained the next bit. Surge realizes she can use the Dynamo Cage to steal her opponent’s powers, albeit more so because this time, Blaze decided to strike her head on early into the fight with a fireball, and the cage sucked it up, something both opponents were shocked to see was possible.

It’s touch and go for a while, but then Surge manages to get her hands onto Blaze directly, and more or less rips the fire straight out of Blaze’s soul.

(This gives me the excuse to share the picture again, shout out to @thenovika once more.)

Now, because Surge is full of fire instead of Wisp energy, things wind up taking a more drastic turn when Sonic and Tails show up; think that boss fight from Sonic Rush on hardcore mode, borderline Dark Phoenix saga shit. Surge isn’t just overcharged with energy, she has been exposed to some borderline next level otherworldly shit.

Tails’ plan in the original issue to knock her out isn’t able to work this time. Not even Kit showing up can change anything, Surge is too far gone, and is seemingly determined to burn down Central City, all while Blaze is clinging on to consciousness in the corner somewhere.

Eventually, Kit manages to get through to Surge, and the two escape to Starline’s base; Sonic and Tails go after. They need to get that cage off in order to save Blaze, even if it means teaming with Eggman.

But, something goes wrong.

During the final struggle to stop Surge, the same thing plays out: she overloads the cage in an attempt at landing the killing blow… and it explodes.

She’s engulfed in flames… and then isn’t. She’s dead.

Kit grabs her, opts to let the others drown, and leaves; Sonic, Tails, Eggman and Metal make it out alive.

Back at Sonic’s house, Blaze snaps back awake… but is still grey. She feels something break inside her.

What none of them realize yet is that, because of the catastrophic failure of the Dynamo Cage, that power had not left Surge. When she died, it died with her.

Frankenstein's monster has died in a fire.

The keeper of the flame has just smoke left to her name.

And all of this is because the biggest asshole around got what was coming to him from the jump.

#sonic the hedgehog #Sonic idw #burnout AU #surge the tenrec #blaze the cat #heartbreaking: the biggest asshole around dies(comma) somehow makes things worse #bad end #warning: shoehorned in Frankenstein analogy #borderline fanfiction

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skull-bearer · 6 months

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Watched the Rocky Horror Picture Show a second time and finally realised what it is.

It isn't a movie. It's a collection of short AU drabbles based on a movie and clumsily strung together through the most lazy ass framing device.

Including:

Frankenstein AU (Frank-N-Further makes Rocky and falls in love with him but Rocky is too confused and doesn't get it it's too cute!)

Songfic (LOL guyz I wrote a song for this with dance steps! Imagine everyone dancing to this lollolol)

Rock N Roll AU (Fuck you Meatloaf you get an icepick to the face)

Awkward Dinner Party AU (What if they all had to actually sit down for a meal together! LOL someone would end up dead)

Drag Show AU (I know this really obvious but what if everyone joined in, including Dr Scott?)

(Gets cancelled for undoing his disability)

A complete mess of a fic where the author is clearly working out their own shit (RIFF RAFF AND MAGENTA KILL EVERYONE AND ARE ALIENS IDK)

Now I wonder what the original source material was.

#rocky horror picture show #fanfiction

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anthonybtimmons · 6 months

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Making Scary Things Funny..

When I was a kid, I used to be- like so many other kids my age, a huge monster movie freak, absolutely adored the classics. The original Frankenstein, the Wolfman, The Mummy, The Creature from The Black Lagoon and of course my main man Dracula. The only problem with me and my favorite monster movies-being a kid after all, was, sometimes-well no, every time that I watched them I got the living shit scared right out of me.

The good news was that I usually watched them on Friday and Saturday nights, so the next day I didn’t have to go to school. Only thing was, I usually got so scared I didn’t get to sleep until early the next morning. The monsters were going to come and eat my brain, I just knew it. Mom was getting fed up with it and had almost on a couple of occasions decided to pull the plug on my weekend monster movie marathons, that is until I pleaded and begged. And groveled too, I might add.

“Please Ma No!! I promise I’ll close my eyes when the scary part comes on! Or I’ll hide behind the couch or something.”

Well, she eventually agreed to not take my monster movies from me, based solely on the promise that I wouldn’t allow them to scare the wits out of me. So therein was the problem, how do I make monsters NOT scary? I consulted my stepfather immediately. And he gave me an ingenious idea, “When the scary part comes on, son, just picture the monster in his underwear. People in their underwear are ALWAYS funny. ” Wait-monsters wear underwear? When did this happen? Frankenstein wearing bloomers? Dracula in Granny panties? Did I fail to mention that my stepfather was a demented, warped S.O.B? But I had to admit, the idea was intriguing, so I decided to try it for myself.

The very next Friday night there I was sitting right back in front of the television, waiting with bated breath, Popcorn and soda pop at the ready-then the announcement: “Tonight’s feature presentation on Creature Features. Frankenstein Versus the Brain Munchers… Ooooooo. A classic! (no. don’t get your panties in a wad. That wasn’t the real title.) I gotta admit, I wasn’t sure how I would react to seeing Frankie in his long johns, but the image was kinda funny.

I eventually got over the bad dreams that monster movies gave me, but not by picturing Frankenstein in his underwear. I discovered that you can get over a lot of different fears by simply facing them and injecting the situation with a bit of humor. If you make something seem funny to you, then you more than likely will soon realize that the truly funny thing is that there was nothing to be afraid of in the first place.

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the-technicolor-whiscash · 7 months

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I really liked Bride of Re-Animator like ok. It was never gonna be as good as the original. The original managed to be a fantastic little horror piece put out by a studio that exclusively shits out garbage. But I think, as far as straight-to-video sequels go, Bride was a good fucking time.

The visual effects definitely weren't as good as the first one, the stop motion was good and the effects on the bride were amazing but everything else really fell short and probably could've used more fake blood or goo or something. That head with wings Jesus Christ. It is one of the worst things I've ever seen.

The story too is shall we say thin, but you can never go wrong with a Frankenstein tale. I think going the bride route was a perfect next step and that part of the movie in particular I think is the strongest. The business with Hill almost didn't need to be in the movie, and the cop shit just took up time. But the bride parts were great, because they played off of the strengths of the actors and felt like the real mad scientist movie you were here to see.

I think the acting was solid, the minor characters weren't as strong as in the first but Jeffrey Combs and Bruce Abbot really shine in this one. Combs in particular brings such an energy to Herbert that I absolutely love, especially when he's giving that speech to Francesca about how he gave the bride life, it's as good as any non-straight to video movie. And I know, I know I'm biased because I love Jeffrey Combs. But I am right.

I do miss Barbara Crampton in this one tho like Fabiana Udenio and Kathleen Kinmont definitely are good in their roles and Kinmont in particular is AMAZING as the bride, she brings such an interesting physicality to it and I think she was one of the best parts of the movie. But the lack of Crampton was definitely felt, she's such a presence in other full moon pictures, but I understand why she didn't want to do one of these fucking movies again lmao.

The directing in this one defo isn't as good as the first, like Yuzna tries his best and I think some of the shots are really good esp like when Dan picks up the bride and it's almost like the pieta in a way, or when he falls to his knees at her feet and she's like standing above him radiantly, I think those were really good. However in the original Stuart Gordon, though definitely insane, has a certain almost subtlety that this one lacks. Like some scenes in the original have very little dialogue and only motion, and I think this one has potentially too much dialogue, which is a failing that I know sequels are wont to have (the lost world comes to mind with this issue). It's not that it's done badly, and there's some creativity, but not as much as with Gordon. Even just with the placement of the camera like in the original the placement of the camera created some really fun shots like when Herbert is decapitating Hill, whereas in this one most of the shots are just showing you what's happening. There's not much for different points of view other than when it's focusing on the gore, and some of the cuts are really quick and jarring.

Overall, I had loads of fun watching bride of re-animator, and if you're a fan of the original and as obsessed with that freaky little twink as I am, then you'll probably like bride. Not as good as the original, but how can you beat a classic?

#the whiscash administration #long post

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I think that Jack Seward is going to go Herbert West mode at some point and complicate the plot while the rest of the crew of light goes to stop him, I want there to be characters of all kinds regardless of the time difference between them so they can ALL meet each other at some point. And also there's a lot of dying and getting revived involved but everyone ends up alive by the end of the story depending on your definition of alive. Also there's a werewolf. Because Bram Stoker wanted a werewolf in the original Dracula but never put it in. There's a few things he never put in, I'll have to add them eventually. Psychic detectives and stuff, but I'm leaving out the part where Dracula's castle collapses because that's kind of silly

Also should I put The Picture of Dorian Gray in it? I'm not sure if I should but I could sure as hell reference it a few times! I think I might use stories such as The Invisible Man (1897), The time machine (1895), The island of doctor moreau (1896) as well, but since they aren't really considered gothic literature and are more science fiction I think I'll just reference it a few times. But then again this DOES

The overall reason why the stories in 1897 are connected is because there was probably

I haven't read Carmilla and I know nothing about it so I can't write for this yet :( but she knows things about Dracula

Jekyll used bits of the magic fountain as ingredients in his potion

Victor Frankenstein used it to create Adam

Erik's mother was ill frequently and had miscarriages so she was gifted the virus as medication to ensure her kid would survive, he did but unfortunately he also got scarred by the virus

Dracula was the one that found it and shipped it over to this other vampire living discreetly in Paris who lost it for a while because it got stolen

Dracula used it to empower his vampire abilities such as not dying in sunlight

It's some kind of virus that can live within humans and also go dormant within corpses, it doesn't cause too much damage and most human bodies learn to adapt to it which causes the virus to sort of go dormant, but it CAN reproduce. It's spread by bodily fluids. Lucy, Mina and Jonathan all have it, and Quincey was lucky enough to get stabbed by a knife that had previously slashed Jonathan with, thus allowing the virus to enter his bloodstream, so he has it but it's dormant.

Vampire that attacks Jonathan in the first few scenes has information on the virus thing and is collecting pieces of Dracula to be revived, unfortunately he dispersed in the wind so it's very hard a lot of the time and she has to painstakingly reconstruct him piece by piece.

Jack Seward is the person responsible for digging up Quincey and Lucy and reviving them, and takes this success as a sign that 100% of his ideas from this point onward are bound to succeed. He's also the one seeing if random shit can be revived all the way along and unintentionally bringing back ancient dangers

#1897 #btw Dracula and Vlad the impaler are two different people #they just share a name

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your-sweetest-nightmares-blog · 3 years

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My Thoughts on The Glass Scientists (SPOILER WARNING)

Despite my doubts, I checked it out a few months ago. When I first heard of it and saw a few pictures on the internet I assumed it was just some boring, watered-down version of The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, which is my favorite piece of 19th century literature ever.

Well, I read the entire comic that’s been posted so far and I’ve found that this story is creative, funny, light-hearted, and still pretty violent in some parts (as a gore fan, I appreciate that). I like how Sabrina took the original story’s concept and added so many changes to it to the point where this story is nearly unrecognizable when compared to the original story. I know that some Jekyll and Hyde fans don’t like it when this kind of thing happens, but consider this: It isn’t automatically a good idea to drastically change the original story when creating an adaptation of it, but copying and pasting that story to a different format without making even the tiniest thing different isn’t very interesting at all. While the original story is amazing in its own right, changes need to be made when it's being adapted to something else or it’s just telling the audience the same story with the exact same details over and over again. Where’s the fun in that? Take the Jekyll and Hyde musical for example: It added some new characters who didn’t exist in the book, brought in a "Jekyll's getting married" subplot that also didn't exist in the book, and changed how Jekyll/Hyde die at the end. The people who put in the effort to make the musical in the first place took the original story and changed how some things were supposed to play out. The result? The audience loved it and fans are still talking about it to this day. It's refreshing to see some stories go in a new direction every once in a while. Deviating from a commonly-used formula isn't always a bad thing; it can be a very good thing if it's done right. Likewise, the way the comic is set up makes it a lot more eventful and dangerous for everyone involved.

The Society for Arcane Sciences? A cool idea and an additional good reason for Henry to do what he does.

The lodgers? They seem to be fun and interesting characters to focus on.

Moreau? A pretty cool villain to put in, if you ask me. The fight between him, his animals, and the lodgers was pretty fun and chaotic to see.

Edward Hyde being portrayed as a little shit who looks like a scruffy human cat, acts like a rebellious teenager, and frequently pesters Henry about wanting to go to the mall Blackfog Bazaar? Hilarious. I do realize that the personality and demeanor of this Edward Hyde definitely doesn’t line up with those of the Edward Hydes from all the other Jekyll and Hyde adaptations, but at least he has a personality that doesn’t consist of nothing but “evil, stabby, stabby, murder, sex, evil.” If Edward had no personality traits besides those, then he’d be a flat character. Plain and simple. The Edward Hyde in this comic isn’t as threatening as he should be, but he’s still a pretty fun character nonetheless.

Also, I like how Dr. Frankenstein and the Creature are recurring characters in this comic. Frankenstein being portrayed as a grumpy anarchist grandma is a funny and unique direction to go in and it’s just perfect. I know that fact is very obvious by now, but I feel it’s worth pointing out. How cool is that? Needless to say, I underestimated The Glass Scientists and I’m glad I checked it out.

Ranting aside, however, what’s this supposed to mean?

"You look just like him"? Is Patrin talking about Jekyll? Did they know each other at some point in the past? Was Patrin the man from the affair flashback? I guess we won't know the answer until later on.

#the glass scientists #tgs #dr jekyll and mr hyde #jekyll and hyde the musical #musicals #henry jekyll #dr jekyll #edward hyde #mr hyde #tgs jekyll #tgs hyde #tgs frankenstein #tgs creature #patrin pidgley #tgs patrin #2010s #webcomics #2010s webcomics #hiveworks

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Us telling each other to go to sleep while simultaneously not sleeping

1) You can just stop writing the au if you hate it so much, or just take a hiatus. I know people like it but you shouldn't burn yourself out!

2) Have you ever heard of the Lykoi cat? Please search them up if you haven't

3) Diphylleia Grayi, is a type of flower that looks turns "invisible" when it touches water

4) Do you have a favorite spider?

5) Help I keep drawing porcelain Jekylls that I'll never post </3 /lh

6) hsjsvdjsgh I cant think of anything. Uhhh. The Wulver is a scottish creature that's a furry person with the head of a wolf and shares fish with locals. Honestly most drawings look like furries I've just noticed, why is no one drawing em with proper clothes

7) Similar questions to my last(?) ask. Do you have any thoughts on what supernatural/mythical creatures tgs characters would be if they were one? And what would your latest oc that I keep forgetting how to spell the name of be?

...The fact that that is accurate scares me-- I'm also going to save that meme for future references everytime either of us catch the other up late sdfds

1) THEORETICALLY YES... But I know that if I take a hiatus I will never finish it, and I know how guilty I would feel for not continuing it... Plus, most of my complaining is just dramatic but I'm not used to make chaptered fics and never will ever again. I guess it's just a mix between constantly having to worry about how the fic is perceived (especially since we are entering the more controversial/angsty chapters rn) combined with the deadline that makes... Me sad :'3

2) *frantic googling* OH MY GOD THEY LOOk LIKE THE DEFINITON OF A TRASH GOBLIN I WANT FIVE OF THEM IMMEDIATELY SFSDFSDF

3) oo h h m y god... It looks like ice... Are they edible? My brain is telling me to go absolutely bonkers on them. O o h h m y god

4) I had a very weird phase as a kid, who was also very afraid of spiders, where I tried to convince my parents to give me a tarantula because I saw that they were fluffy. I'm still massively afraid of spiders but otherwise I'd say redkneed birdspider (is that the english name???)

5) Bestie I know how it feels my entire sketch book is just drawings of my ocs that will never grace tumblr </3

6) Oh man. I love Wulvers. I know jack shit about them but I had planned to have Henry meet a wulver in the Irrbloos Au at some point, since they were benevolent and helpful I had planned to have a wulver lead him back and get him back to the real world at some point but I never got so far into that plotline. But honestly... All pictures of werewolves of all kinds look like furries. Did you know that they have werehyenas in africa, which is basically just reverse werewolves (i.e a hyena that turns into a human instead of the other way around)?

7) I'm going to start off by saying that Cederic definitely would be some kind of nymph-like creature like an incubus of some kind or just a straight up male nymph/siren, something very pretty and very seductive because, I don't know if anyone read his part of the updated OC masterlist post, he was originally a prostitute and very much uses that to his advantage to get what he wants. Something cat-like would also make sense, as his mother (in the actual DND campaign) is the egyptian cat goddess Bastet, but regardless, he still has his cat so it would fit no matter.

*cracks knuckles* alright here we go. Not going to go into a lot of context i'm just going to spew shit out.

Jekyll - Werewolf, really, that's no surprise but a werewolf fits so good. Having a monstrous side he tries to hide that only comes out at night? *chef's kiss*

Hyde - Imp or poltergeist.

Robert - Vampire.

Rachel - Selkie

Jasper - since he already is a werewolf, he would just be Some Dude

Frankenstein - Dwarf, or Baba Yaga.

Griffin - Ghost that does not want to be a ghost

Emma - A Huldra, maybe? A benevolent nymph? A banshee? I just love her and I wanted to add her to the list somehow.

Maijabi - a ghost who is totally chill with being dead. Maybe one of those spirits who like to fuck with humans (metaphorically speaking) by hailing cabs and then ditching them in the middle of the ride.

Lavender/Ito - those centaurs that are deer instead of horses I forgot the name sdsdfs

thats all i can come up w at the moment sdfsdf

#ask #darling-dolly-darlene

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puntastic-artist · 4 years

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Guess who's been doing creepy shit again and trying the Tim Burton style!?

Yeah I've got another TF2 AU, and I'm super proud of it! It's a bit dark but I still think it's a pretty cool concept.

Basically BLU Medic is close to getting a promotion and the Administrator wants him to take his experiments from 1 to 100, so he ends up disguising himself as the RED Medic and begins experimenting on the RED team/Original Mercs and pushing his experimentation to the absolute limits.

Spy notices his teammates are all disappearing one by one and getting replaced with temporary clones until they come back, so he ends up setting off on a quest to find them after Scout had disappeared and was replaced and the others weren't coming back. Little did he know about the horrors under the base and in Medic's "Upgraded" Lab

RED/Original Medic has no idea what is going on and is on vacation to visit family in Germany.

Anyways! Here's some doodles of the experiments!

Scout/Subject SC0 ended up getting his legs amputated and replaced with a more aquatic appendage (basically an eel tail) and was experimented on to be more suitable for said environment, getting his legs taken away from him has really taken a toll on the runner.

Soldier/Subject S0L ended up being experimented on for research on the teleporters and to figure out why teleported bread becomes what it does, in the process Soldier became part bread and became, well, a teleported bread experiment... He's not complaining...

Pyro/Subject PY0 has always had a thing for fire, hell they are wanted in several parts of Mexico for several charges of Arson, so what happens? Remove their suit (aka their "comfort blanket"), disable their pyro vision, and give them the ability to start fires when they open their right hand. Pyro's become a lot more anxious and terrified now that they're in reality and figures out what they're doing.

Demo/Subject D3M has gotten his possessed sword and has been given a new eye... That's also become possessed, his sword was permanently attached to his right arm and now his body is being shared by two entities, Tavish DeGroot, and the sword. As a result his left eye glows when the sword takes control. Demo hasn't been taking anything well and just wants his arm and alcohol back.

Heavy/Subject H3V hasn't really changed much in attitude and such, but is absolutely disgusted by the mouth he's been given on his stomach, so much so that he avoids holding anything so he doesn't accidentally eat it, having two mouths isn't exactly ideal and he's had to go through several experiments and procedures to get everything to work.

Engineer/Subject 3NG was one of the harder ones to get, but once he was caught he was given a few upgrades, taking parts from computers, dispensers, and turrets to make him a sort of cyborg. Engineer isn't really used to having wires or any robotic part, he's working out on a way to get everyone out of Medic's lab and get to the bottom of this.

Sniper/Subject SN1 was one of the last few Mercs to be experimented on, he was taken apart, upgraded, and put back together again with different parts of cloned Snipers to become a literal Frankenstein monster. The whole experience gave him flashbacks to when the TFC heavy killed him and he was brought back to life by RED medic, he even knows that this isn't their medic and was very close to reporting BLU Medic but was unsuccessful.

Annnnnnnnnd that's all I got! Sorry for the messy writing in the pictures! I was up late!

#team fortress 2 #tf2 #lab au #experiment au #tf2 scout #tf2 solly #tf2 soldier #tf2 demoman #tf2 heavy #tf2 engineer #tf2 medic #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #tf2 au #punny's art #punny's sketches #lol I'm tired #tf2 lab au

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virtueangel · 4 years

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limitless.

chapter nine.

wc: 2,350. original publish date: october 19, 2020.

The morning fog is crisp against the windows of the car, condensation bubbling against the glass.

"Do you actually have a plan, or are we just driving willy-nilly?"

JFK grins at his reflection in the rearview mirror. "I have a plan!"

Van Gogh glares at the boy playfully.

"Okay, that plan might involve driving willy-nilly."

"Well, I guess that's still technically a plan..." Vincent laughs. And then, "Wait, I actually have a legitimate idea."

"No you don't," Kennedy jokes.

This earns him another glare from his best friend. "Did you see the general store when we first drove in?"

JFK nods. "You think they'd have stuff there?"

Vincent shrugs. "It's worth a shot. I mean... someone's gotta be living in this town, right?"

"Well, they don't have to do anything. It really could just be abandoned."

"So why are the roads so fresh?"

"Fresh?"

Gogh rolls his eyes impatiently. "You know what I mean. Clean. Maintained."

JFK goes silent, and at first Van Gogh worries that he's been too pushy, too pretentious, but Kennedy is only thinking.

"Maybe there's a groundskeeper," he suggests, and Vincent looks up at him with knit brows.

"One, for a whole town?" He sits back in his seat. "That hardly seems feasible."

John shrugs, keeping his eyes on what he can see of the road. "The wear in the houses is... I don't know. Formulaic, I guess is the word."

Vincent raises an eyebrow at the boy. "Maybe you mean fabricated?"

JFK nods eagerly. "Yes! Fabricated! That's exactly the word!"

Van Gogh snorts. "What, like someone built this hellhole to look the way it does?"

"It doesn't sound ridiculous coming from your mouth."

"Maybe not, but it would sound ridiculous coming from yours."

Kennedy shoves the boy playfully. "Asshole."

Vincent shoves him back, but doesn't throw an insult.

The boys drive in pleasant silence for a few moments longer, both sitting contentedly in their pyjamas, the seat heaters turned up to high. The windows are fogged over and Van Gogh draws a smiley face with his finger, dotting the eyes so firmly his bent finger turns yellow.

"You know that won't come off without, like, Windex or something, right?"

Vincent flashes his most innocent smile. "Oops."

JFK grins without looking at the boy, and Gogh's breath catches at the sight of his Colgate-white teeth.

"We're here," Kennedy says not a minute later, the low rumble of the car engine ceasing. He and Van Gogh unbuckle their seatbelts at the same time; they seem always to be in unison.

The wooden porch is wet and soft, lichen eating away at it. The door is hanging lopsided off the hinges, but only just enough; there's nothing wrong with the hardware.

"Looks like someone hung it like that on purpose," Vincent mutters as he walks through the door.

JFK turns around, his lips parting in satisfaction. "Told you."

"No, John, you did not 'tell me' anything. This is one bang-up job. Next you're gonna say someone planted the lichen on the porch?"

Kennedy lengthens his gaze to the deck. "It's possible."

Van Gogh rolls his eyes. "You're incorrigible."

"And you're fastidious."

"That's not even how you use that word!"

"Fastidious!" JFK insists.

The boys bicker all the way through the store, picking whatever looks edible off the shelves. Vincent checks a few expiration dates, and most of the refrigerated items have gone bad, but the shelved items are still safe to eat. He makes JFK carry it all, and to his pleasant surprise, the boy doesn't protest.

"Are we just supposed to steal all of this?" Gogh asks, concern washing over his face.

"There's no cashier."

"I know. That's what prompted the thought."

John looks around some more. "We could leave a note and check back tomorrow," he suggests, which is a real solution. Van Gogh didn't think he had it in him.

"Do you have a pen and paper?"

JFK peers over the counter and nods toward something. "Behind the cash register is a stack of Post-Its and a Sharpie. I obviously can't get it, with all the shit you made me hold."

Vincent rolls his eyes. "Everything's so difficult."

"Hey, I'm doing a good thing for you!"

Van Gogh turns around to show his best friend his smile. "I know that. I'm just kidding."

"Sometimes it's hard to tell."

"I guess that's one of my many shortcomings." When JFK doesn't reply, Vincent adds, "That was a joke. You can laugh."

But John doesn't.

Van Gogh doesn't seem to notice his best friend's silence as he scribbles down on the Post-It. He turns around and takes bags of chips from Kennedy's arms, recording the prices and the quantities. "Can I have your phone?" He asks.

"What about yours?" JFK replies, holding the snacks against his chest with one arm while pulling his phone out of his back pocket nonetheless.

"It's dead. I forgot to charge it last night. And you know its battery doesn't do well in the cold."

"Neither does yours, apparently," John says under his breath, but he doesn't mean it as a jab.

Vincent ignores the boy's comment, choosing to interpret it as a joke. He begins punching numbers into Kennedy's calculator app, adding up the prices and writing down a grand total at the bottom of the Post-It. He peels it off from the rest of the pad and is about to stick it to the desk computer before deciding to leave their names and JFK's phone number, just in case.

John glances over Vincent's head at the neon green paper stuck to the computer and snickers to himself.

"What?"

"Nothing, just... are they going to know that we're clones? They might just think we're trolling them."

Van Gogh looks back at the Post-It and can't help but giggle. "God, you're right. Here, we can give ourselves fake names."

"I'll be Jack Kensington, FBI detective."

Vincent laughs, scribbling over the boy's real name. "I'm not writing the last part."

Kennedy shrugs. "Suit yourself." And then, "Who are you going to be?"

"I'll be Victor Hughes."

"That's so boring."

"Who should I be instead? Victor Frankenstein?"

"Yes! That's better."

Van Gogh rolls his eyes, but there's still a smile on his rose-painted lips. "No, that's ridiculous. I can't steal Mary Shelley's OC."

"OC!" Kennedy laughs. "Frankenstein is a classic novel!"

"Mary Shelley still thought of Victor Frankenstein herself! That's what an original character is."

JFK shrugs. "Fair enough."

John and Vincent walk back to the car in favourable silence, smiles still pulled taught across both of their lips. Van Gogh has to channel every ounce of restraint in his body to keep his lips from parting into an overeager grin. He can't remember the last time he was this happy. It's always been him and JFK, but never like this. There was always someone else in the picture, someone Kennedy had to get away from to tend to Gogh. But now, it's just the two of them without any responsibility. Just the boys and a shiny red convertible, with all the time in the world.

"Oh, wait, I have to run back inside real quick," John says, dumping his armfuls of snacks into the backseat.

Van Gogh freezes, his arm hovering above his seatbelt. "How come?"

Kennedy shifts uncomfortably, trying to pull a secure lie out of thin air. "Uhh... I think I left my phone on the counter in there. I'll be right back."

When the boy turns around, Vincent can see his bright red, caseless iPhone tucked into the back pocket of his khakis.

Vincent waits in the car, staring out the windshield and picking at a loose thread in his flannel pyjama pants. God, I can't believe I'm wearing these out, he thinks. They're so ugly. Who even wears flannel anymore?

Kennedy comes out of the general store four minutes later, hugging two pairs of dark green rain boots to his chest.

"It's not raining, John. It's just fog," Vincent says with a smirk as the boy gets into the car.

He passes the smaller pair of boots to his best friend. "I had to guess your size. Six, right?"

Vincent takes the boots skeptically. "Yes... What are these for?"

JFK looks at Van Gogh with a wide grin. The grey light from the fog bounces off the white of his teeth. "You'll see! Just put them on."

Van Gogh obeys, and begins untying his Keds. His socks only go up to his ankles which may be a problem in the boots, but he doesn't care. His stomach is doing that whirlpool thing again, but this time, it feels good. He could drown, but it wouldn't hurt because he knows he'd be drowning in Kennedy.

John exchanges his sneakers for the boots before buckling his seatbelt and starting the car. He holds one hand over the clutch, the other draped over the steering wheel. He turns to his passenger, the orange of his hair bright against the cool paleness of his skin. JFK sinks in his brown eyes, but it's not suffocating like it usually is. His stare is soft, inviting. Kennedy relaxes, his eyes smiling in conversation. "Ready?"

Vincent nods eagerly. "Yeah. Yes, I'm ready."

The boys drive through town, and Vincent is convinced that they're lost. He's about to open his mouth in protest, but JFK shushes him. "We're almost there, I promise."

"Do you actually know where we're going?"

John giggles. "Yes, I know where we're going! I know you're not used to not being in control, but please trust me."

The comment stings, Vincent has to admit. But paired up with please trust me, he lets it go. He does trust JFK. He didn't always, but he does right now. Their silence is pleasant, and Kennedy says he knows where they're going.

Kennedy stops the car at the far end of town, past all the houses. The thick grove of trees is spread out through the windshield, but there's still a fair bit of marshland in front of them, sticky and wet under the car.

"Your tires are going to get so dirty," Vincent comments.

JFK leans forward to pinch the boy's cheek. "Nobody cares about that except for you, Vinny." He opens the car door and climbs out, the mud of the marsh oozing around his boots.

Vincent, still in warm and gooey shock from the nickname, melts into his seat until Kennedy knocks on the window. "Hey, Minivan! You coming, or what?"

Van Gogh pushes the door open, playfully knocking John in the hip. "I'm coming!"

The boys slosh through the marsh, the mud squeaking beneath their boots. Vincent nearly slips and has to grab onto Kennedy's arm for support. JFK sneaks a glance at the boy, smiling to himself as he struggles to keep steady through the wet earth. John stealthily wraps his arm around Vincent's torso, pulling him close and holding him firmly. Van Gogh slings his own arm across John's back, letting the boy support him as he walks through the uneven terrain.

"Thank god you bought us boots," Vincent laughs nervously, an unsure headache starting to set in. His nostrils are clogged with the scent of JFK; this, too, is uneven terrain.

John glances down at the boy affectionately, his gaze soft. "I know you don't like to get dirty, Vincent."

Van Gogh looks up at Kennedy then, and it's a miracle the taller boy had looked away before Vincent could catch him staring.

They walk through the marsh, commenting and giggling, pointing out frogs and funny-shaped pebbles and whatever thoughts pop into their heads. The boys sneak glances at each other as they walk and talk, their stomaches lurching with excitement and nervousness each time they think the other might've caught them staring.

At one moment, though, Vincent and John glance at each other at the same time, their cheeks immediately flushing pink as they look into each other's eyes. Neither of them look away, waiting for the other to say something, to know if this is safe territory or not.

Van Gogh takes a deep breath in preparation to speak at the same time that Kennedy says, "Vincent."

His voice is breathy and serious, and Vincent can't look away. He swallows. "John."

Gogh takes a deep, shaky breath, summoning all the courage he has left in him. "I really want to..." He lets his voice trail off into the cool April air, his eyes flicking between Kennedy's lips and the rest of his face.

"I know," JFK replies. He opens his mouth to agree, but his voice gets stuck in his throat. Instead, he repeats himself. "I know."

"Can I?"

"Yes," John replies too quickly.

It doesn't matter to Vincent. Consent is consent, and he's been waiting for his best friend's for years. He hasn't known it until now, but it's an explanation for all of his stomachaches, all of the twisting he felt in his chest when he saw JFK with Cleo, with other girls.

His eyes flutter shut as he raises himself to his tiptoes, shifting his arm from Kennedy's back to cradle the nape of his neck. John leans down to meet him halfway, his arm still wrapped tightly around the boy's abdomen. Their lips brush softly, innocently, and Vincent is immediately filled up with butterflies, their wings eager and flapping rapidly against the inner walls of his body.

JFK kisses back just as softly, and it's a different kiss than anything he's ever felt. His stomach knots itself with excitement, and he's falling through the sky, but he knows he's going to have a soft landing.

Vincent breaks away first, his eyes staying shut for a millisecond longer than they need to.

"I've been waiting years for that," JFK replies, his voice low and his eyes twinkling.

"How long?" Van Gogh whispers back, his tone just as light.

"I don't know."

"Me neither."

"Can we go again?" Kennedy asks after a moment, his eye contact with Van Gogh never breaking for a second.

Vincent nods, and John leans in. They are arms wrapped around torsos and around necks, hands in hair and on faces. In this moment, Van Gogh doesn't mind the ooze of the mud beneath his feet, and Kennedy doesn't mind the stillness of the kiss.

#limitless #clone high jfk #clone high van gogh #jfgogh

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strangenightsofdaydreams · 4 years

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Happy Birthday Sarah!

@theheavycrown Thank you for existing. That there are so many of us that appreciate this says a lot. Hopefully you had a good day and your body offered respite. You my dear, are a penguin of great significance. So here is your gift- not late, it’s still the 3rd in some part of the world. This ended up a lil over 1K which maybe can be expect to make up for the potential belated-ness.

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Jughead absentmindedly reaches for his prize. The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane is generally stocked but he snoozed on his alarm this morning and ever since his day had been harried. It was imperative he found a book store close by to the subway. He needed to take to get to JB’s dinner on time. And thanks to the brisk pace of his walk, he had- now he could relax for a moment. He jerked back when he touched a soft, warm hand and not the thin paper spine he expected. Pretty green eyes met his as he looked down before he registered any of her other lovely features. The blonde woman that was browsing the nearby shelf had apparently come to a decision while he daydreamed.

“Here.” She spoke into the accumulating silence and Jughead cleared his throat to hide his embarrassment. A second passed and then he fumbled to take the book from her.

“Thank you.” At least his voice kept itself together. He was 26, cracking should not be an issue anymore despite his earlier woolheaded mishap.

“It’s the last one out, are you sure?” He took two steps back to give her space. Sometimes he looked imposing but he was without his leather and at his most spiffy today so hopefully that should do it.

“Oh, I’m sure they have extras in the back. Unless... you don’t want it?”

“I do. Well it’s not exactly for me but yes.”

She laughed, “It’s not for me either. I’m getting a book each for my niece and nephew’s upcoming birthday. I loved this book as a kid so it seemed an obvious choice. It’s an ugly world they’ll need the beautiful themes within to help navigate. But I have weeks, early shopping so go ahead.”

“Thank you.” He scratched the back of his neck, tugging on the edge of his beanie. Jughead felt honored instead of his typical annoyance that she shared.

“It’s my sister’s birthday tomorrow and something this year had me feeling nostalgic. Maybe it’s because she’ll be twenty, no longer a teen. I know she’ll like it. We both have fond memories of when I used to read this to her.” Obviously leaving out how both of their parents were passed out or drinking as they did this. He wasn’t feral enough to not understand polite conversation despite Toni’s teasing. And scowls were adequate communication!

“That’s sweet. May I make a suggestion?”

“Yeah sure, proceed.”

“You should get her something for this year too. If you can financially, to show her you also see her now. And even if she doesn’t subscribe to that reasoning, two presents instead of one is always nice.”

“Huh, alright. Any recommendations?”

“What are her interests?” Her spine straightens and she leans in, the picture of attentiveness.

“She likes rock music, zombie video games... I think she has an interest in historical settings and still reads ya fantasy occasionally. We saw all of the Hunger Games movies in theaters. There were a lot of thoughts to be shared afterwards.”

They laugh. Hers is surprisingly throaty and he adds it to his steadily growing list of things he finds great about this stranger. A big accomplishment for a people hating hermit like him. “JB also is in her college’s feminist union and is majoring in chemical engineering. She’s a bright kid.”

Betty smiles at him and then claps her hands. “Okay so how about-” Betty walks a few rows down and comes back. “Frankenstein. I think she can handle the horror and invasive ramifications of science and consent handled in the book. Sounds up her alley.”

Jughead nods, agreeing while processing that he doesn’t think he’s ever been so attracted to someone. “I’ve read it. I wouldn’t have thought about it but that’s perfect. And by Mary Shelley feminist icon that she is. I recognize teh layers.”

His book muse beams, “I’m so happy to help.” Jughead searches for something to say, not wanting the conversation to end.

“If that’s for your niece, what did you pick for your nephew?

“I’m debating between From the Mixed Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler or A Wrinkle in Time. He is ten but his reading level is a bit higher than average so I think he could handle either.”

“I would wait on A Wrinkle In Time, I believe you about his capability but he might appreciate the themes more in a year. The Mixed Up Files are more exciting without making you think.”

“You know I think you're right Mister…”

“Jones. Jughead Jones.” She nodded grabbing, her second book before turning back to face him. “Betty Cooper at your literary service.”

“Well don’t worry Betts, I’m sure he’ll be ready to read it in no time and you can share your good taste with them more.”

“I may need more advice down the road. Christmas is in four months and all. We could exchange numbers if convenient.”

Jughead smirked, impressed and relieved that she beat him to it. “I would like nothing more, Miss Cooper. Uh, ignore the screen crack.”

They both unlocked and then switched phones, putting in their contacts. He finished putting in his information and then went to home screen startling at the time written.

“Shit. I have to go. I need to make the metro soon. Can’t be late to her party.” Betty handed him his phone back, brow slightly furrowed. “I thought it was tomorrow. I wouldn't have taken up your time otherwise.”

He put his phone in his pocket and pulled up the suspenders, prepping to book it and delighting in her eyes on his arms. “I know, my bad for the confusion. We don’t celebrate the day of- family tradition. And I enjoyed this, don’t feel bad. I have to pay, we’ll talk later.”

The look in her eyes pinned him down. “Don’t be the guy who runs. Walk fast. Bye for now Jug.”

Jughead grinned at her stern warning, he liked her bossy. He rushed to the cashier and made his way down the street, reaching the subway entrance and went on with the normal routine. Even the heat didn’t put him in a bad mood and when he sat down in an almost empty car, he checked his contacts. Betty had put a book emoji next to her name. He hoped she thought his crown was half as cute. He fiddled with his suspenders, unused to having them put on correctly for once and then replied to a couple rapid fire texts from JB’s girlfriend asking about his status. He assured Annie that he would be on time to the restaurant that only seated parties of three if they were all in admittance at once, understanding her anxiety. JB deserved a nice time.

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Jughead left the restaurant hours later, full and happy to see JB bloom under Annie’s loving attention. He took out his phone when he was back on the subway.

JB loved her gifts. And her girlfriend told me about the showing of the original Frankenstein movie at a local art house theater next Friday. Interested?

#Bughead #Bughead fanfiction #Fanfic gift #Bughead fanfic #discord darlings #again sorry about no beta #hope it's up to shape since I was given a good prompt

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heartshapedcreaturefromcriptoon · 3 years

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Alright, so once again, this is the most recent post I could find vague blogging about me on her tumblr in regards to this specific issue so I don’t know where all the “Wow! heartshapedcreaturefromcriptoon DID THAT?!” Anons are coming from here, or how those anons are aware that you even tried to submit me something, unless you’re just sending them to yourself to try and stir more trouble but just ....

Leanne, Leanne, Leanna Leanne.... I feel as though I must para-quote Gene Wilder’s character in Young Frankenstein here because just what is the matter with you? Like do you not understand the concept of hyperbole at all? Don’t you know a joke when you read one?

The entire reason I screenshot that ask this way was to show case the fact that color and formatting of the ‘t”, on what I didn’t know happened to be goth day just happened to match both the obnoxious eye sore color palette and theme of your tacky little blog, Princess.

The whole coincidence gave me the willies, so I was just making a funny, honey.

Although, apparently, you can’t comprehend my humor or my kindness because now isn’t that part of what got you into this mess in the first place?

“Luna” is for long time mutuals only. Don’t pretend like we’ve ever spoken more than twice, and don’t pretend like you ever gave a damn about my well being when you can’t even get my disability right. My correct name and minority status is written all over my blog. And to think you’re the one who bitched and complained to me about being called “Honey”.

I only found this on your blog because I have no way of responding to your original Submission even if I wanted to now because Tumblr seems to have eaten it (which, to that I say good riddance) and the only reason I found your Twitter is because it’s exactly the same as your gmail address due to the fact that you’re that basic. There wasn’t anything “random” about it.

“I would never send hate for no fucking reason...” Ah, but by that logic you would dish back hate to someone if you had a reason. So why would you like, concern troll me and chastise me for hate trolling someone when they gave me a reason?!

“And then to say that you that I would hack into your account? WHY??????? Why would I do that? I dont even know HOW to do that! YOU ARE TEARING MY HEART EMOJI APART LUNA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Again, honey, please calm down and teach yourself how to form a coherent sentence, learn the concept of what a hyperbolic joke is, leave your fandom(s) and get a freaking life.

I thought you were my friend too until the night you pulled that shit with me, respect that I blocked you and frick off.

And for the love of God, stop “joking” about writing smutty fanfics between you and Al and getting “married” to him and delete all of Angel’s pictures from your blog why don’t you!

Your obsession with all of us is beyond unhealthy.

“I know that you have reason to listen or believe me...” Honey, I know that when you were typing this your little crocodile tears were hitting the keyboard so hard that you couldn’t even form a coherent sentence and you need to shut the fuck up. (Also SIDE NOTE of how Cletus and Striker are like, the worst Helluva Boss characters to have “taste” in: Some sleazy little man baby and an ever only slightly cooler and more tolerable Wild West Reincarnation of Toffee, I should have known you were like this. Oh and that Vampire Chick from RE7 everyone including yourself is into right now is like if Eclipsa was a freaking Fairly Odd Parents Pixie and Meteora would have her daughters for a snack, both figuratively and literally. Die Angry About it.)

I had two whole interactions with you and I wanted to beat that bunny fursona of yours down with a tree branch Lilo and Stitch style the second you hopped into my ask box that night and 4 days later you gave me an excuse to. I only found out about the shit that you were putting my friends through when Orn started vague blogging to me about what you were doing to them after I exposed you as a snake in the grass arse little bitch and they had no reason to try and White Knight you.

In starlatte27’s case she was just tagged to help attack me by the same stalker that you were going out of your way to defend and latte blocked me before I could even so much as figure out who she was, meaning we didn’t even have an “altercation”, her existence to me personally at that point was merely a blip that served to cause me more disorientation and stress, but I knew she was just as much of a bitch as you were before my friends did and now you’re both causing them immeasurable harm in comparison to what I was put through and you both need to delete your blogs after you apologize. NOBODY WANTS YOU TWO IN THIS FANDOM!

I have absolutely no interest whatsoever in reading you reiterate your excuses for your racism and gross mistreatment towards my friends to me, nor do I care for your off putting arse attempting to have some sort of petty, infantilizing, paternalistic, para-social relationship with me!

Angel and Al, may I add, haven’t been online in weeks because of you and starlatte27, and now you’re only trying to get to me because I’ve still been available online and you’ve been bored. And if I had the capability and privilege of doing anything other than sitting, I can tell you that I certainly wouldn’t be in front of a computer right now if I actually even had the option not to be ether.

And for your information, being able to meet Angel and Al, at least out of all this mess in the first place, has been the only good experience that I’ve had within in this fandom thus far and their presence on my dashboard only makes my day brighter, I willingly shared my experiences with them to let know they’re not alone in all this shit.

Stop being a sleaze to Angel just because he’s more attractive than you and clearly not white passing, and delete all his photos from your blog.

Stop being a skeeve to Al and stop making “jokes” about marrying him and your jokes about smut because that’s actually beyond the conception of “cringe”.

Stop infantalizing me and acting as though you have some weird parental para-social relationship over me or some shit when I’m freaking three years older than you are, apologize to all three of us before deleting your accounts and dropping off the internet why don’t you and then leave all three of us the fuck alone!!!

I can tell how the little twit whom said this to me the other day has certainly never met you.

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ashintheairlikesnow · 4 years

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Exactly What You Need: Owen

To the Anon who won the “guess the post-apocalyptic New Zealand kids’ show Owen Grant had a guest star role on”: Here is your requested drabble! Owen Grant, the night he ordered Kauri.

CW: Owen is a fucking creep. Implied/referenced assault/abuse with younger!Vincent Shield, manipulate/abusive thoughts, dehumanization. Owen Grant is a dark man and people triggered by abuser thoughts regarding rape/assault should please heed that and stay safe

Tagging: @maybeawhumpblog, @pepperonyscience, @haro-whumps, @18-toe-beans, @burtlederp, @finder-of-rings,

It started with the hair, and the eyes.

Originally, he hadn’t really thought about Vince, exactly - he was just… he was just kind of lonely, and he’d been scrolling the Whumpees-R-Us site, thinking about how it seemed like basically everyone with a name worth knowing and a good stock portfolio had one of the Box Boys or Box Babes now.

And it might be nice to have someone around here to talk to. It’s not like he could talk to the fucking Roomba.

The condo was gorgeous, and he went out to lunch a few times a week with Nicole and some of the former costars and everything that he’d kept in touch with, went to conventions, even wrote an introduction for a book on the dark side of child acting that was pretty well received. He went to the gym three days a week, he watched a bunch of Youtubers that updated pretty regularly. Owen kept himself busy, basically, and none of it stopped him from being really. fucking. lonely.

His mother had called one night after he’d been drinking for two or three hours straight, slowly killing a bottle of gin and a bag of limes while sending increasingly drunken text messages to no one in particular.

He and his mother still talked two or three nights a week. He was probably the only former child actor he knew who still had a really close relationship with his mom… or at least as close as your relationship can be when you’re lying to her about fucking everything about yourself.

She knew anyway. She’d been the one to help him cover it all up with Vince, what happened, why they never spoke again. She knew - but her constituents were bigoted assholes and in the part of the country Carlotta Grant set her sights on, you have to play to the bigoted asshole or you don’t get elected.

His mom was the biggest bitch he knew, but she wasn’t a bigot, exactly. Just happy to roll over for them for the sake of her Senate career. It would kill her ambitions if too much about Former Child Star Owen Grant got into the news, so Owen lied to everybody and everybody pretended to believe him. He’d been lying about it since he was still acting, it’s not like it was that hard to just… keep lying, right?

Even if he’d sort of hoped quitting acting - getting away from Vince and what happened - making his own life out here away from everyone… he’d sort of hoped he could stop lying, then. But nope. Mom got all political and Owen kept on lying.

He’d fucking hate her for it, if he didn’t love her so much.

In any case, she’d called and Owen had been trashed and it… well. The whole time he’d had the Whumpees-R-Us site up, looking through options, scrolling past faces that weren’t right. Or they almost were. But they weren’t the one he wanted.

“Mom, I just want someone here who cares about me,” Owen had said, heavily, into the phone. He knew his words had gone slightly slurred, and he waited for her derision - his mother was the queen of it, after all, of cutting you apart with words alone. “Listen to this - a Whumpees-R-Us nonproductive pet can arrive with any skillset you require or phys, physical combination of- shit, sorry, Mom, I’m drunk-”

“Yes. I can quite tell you are. Don’t be ridiculous, Owen, you’re not getting one.”

“I’m a grown-ass man, Mom, and I say I am.”

“Would you at least order a girl?”

There it is, Owen thought. Carlotta Grant didn’t care if her only child bought a living human person, just if it fit the version her constituents wanted to see.

He took incredible pleasure is pausing long enough to take another long sip of lime and gin before he answered, “Oh, it’ll definitely be a boy.”

“Owen…” Carlotta sighed, heavily. “Darling. We talked about this.”

“No, you talked about it. At great length, no matter how often I asked you to stop. I want a boy and I’ll have one. Here’s a compromise, Mom - what if I don’t let it leave? I’ll keep it in here with me, they can train it to not be able to even walk out the door without me.”

“Owen…”

“Take it or leave it, Mom.”

Carlotta went quiet again, for much longer this time. Then she finally said, “Fine. Owen… I know that my decision was difficult for you-”

“All of your decisions are difficult for me, Mom.”

“Your decisions haven’t exactly been easy for me, either. Vincent Shield could still cause trouble for me, if he ever chooses to air what you did to him publicly.”

“He won’t. We told him I’d stay away from him if he kept it hush-hush, and he did. He won’t say anything to anyone, Mom. You can trust him. I couldn’t, but you can. It doesn’t help his career either, you know, if they find out about him.” Owen felt his throat catch, had to swallow hard against the tears.

“Right. We don’t need them find out about your latent sadism, either, but I suppose I must put my trust in the career aspirations of Vincent Shield. Get whatever you want, Owen, but I had better not see it step one foot outside of that condominium if it makes it into the news.”

They spoke for a while longer, about nothing and relatives and people who had recently died or pissed his mother off, senate bills she was worried about and Owen’s latest project bankrolling a documentary exposing a monopolizing pharmaceutical giant, and the whole time Owen’s mind wasn’t on the conversation at all, but on Vincent fucking Shield.

They’d been inseparable. They’d made promises to each other. Then Owen had fucked one tiny little thing up - just the one thing, and it hadn’t even been that bad, what he’d done, and Vincent had probably liked it anyway - and Vincent had left and never came back.

He glanced down at his empty glass with a bit of ice that still clinked, and then up at the Whumpees-R-Us website. Create a completely customized option for minimal surcharges and receive the perfect pet of your dreams.

He poured more gin, added another twist of lime. “You know what my perfect fucking pet is?” He asked no one in particular. The Roomba beeped softly under the couch in its docking station. “Vincent Shield’s my perfect fucking pet. Make him feel pretty fucking sorry for what he did. They don’t have anyone on here who even looks like him…”

Then his blurry, bleary eyes caught a line at the bottom of the pictured Box Boy options. This does not represent the totality of what Whumpees-R-Us can provide. Send us your requirements and we will dedicate ourselves to fulfilling your every need, with an added surcharge.

So he clicked on the custom order form for Box Boys, watching it load, blinking at how fucking huge the page was. And it started with a simple box that asked what kind of pet you were searching for.

Owen very nearly wrote I’m so fucking lonely.

Instead, he settled for Companion.

The screen blinked and new options appeared. Platonic, Romantic, Domestic, or Combination?

Owen snorted. Platonic. He wasn’t some fucking sicko, he was just looking for someone to bring some life into this place. But… maybe it was just that he was drunk, or maybe it went deeper than that. In any case, a thought came to mind. He pictured wide blue eyes in a face that used to be pale, now tanned on all the movie posters. Thought of those eyes full of tears, for him. Then… then he thought of what it might be like if those eyes weren’t full of tears, but something else.

The thing Vincent had owed him, and had never been able - or willing - to give.

Then he unclicked his previous decision, and chose Combination.

We will return to detailed specifics of your [Combination] requirements in a later section. For now, please list physical requirements for your Box Boy.

Owen swallowed, looked up the photo of the movie poster for Dimmer Switch, with 20-year-old Vincent Shield and 17-year-old Owen Grant in action poses against a dark background and a glowing light. Vincent’s face was clearly visible - soft and slightly sweet-looking, wide blue eyes, curly black hair. Long limbs and kind of a slim body type, not as muscled-up as he was now.

Not that Owen kept up with his career or what he looked like now, or anything.

He started with the hair, and the eyes. At first it felt wrong, like he was trying to build a Frankenstein’s monster for himself, but it was all perfectly legal and if it was really wrong, why were so many people buying them now?

No, this was fine.

Owen was fine.

He was going to bring Vincent Shield home, and once Vince came back here, he was never, ever going to be able to leave.

He checked every box, wrote down details. At the bottom of the physical requirements section there was a spot to upload photo references, and he added the movie poster, some other pictures from magazine interviews from back then, he and Vince together in a few of them. Shots of Vince with the mop of curly hair and a bright wide smile, flashing whitened teeth. Shots of Vince with his arm around Owen, the both of them grinning for the photographer.

It took nearly two hours to finish, and by the end of it he’d stopped being drunk or maybe he was drunker than ever, but he’d entered a place of perfect clarity about his decision. He was about to spend a lot of money on this boy.

It was going to be perfect.

In the final box for any added comments not covered by the questionnaire, Owen Grant typed, Make it so he can never, ever leave me without fear. Make it so he wants my touch more than anything else in the world. Make it so he would lose his mind before he’d lose me. I want him to be sweet, and kind of a soft person. I want him to put up with anything I do to him.

He paused, considering, and then added one more thing.

I want him to love me.

Then he pressed SUBMIT, made himself drink a glass of water, and passed out in his bed.

When he woke up the next morning, the Roomba was in the middle of a cleaning routine and his phone was ringing. He squinted at a number he didn’t know, but decided to answer it on kind of a whim. His number was private and only a few people had it - if someone was calling he didn’t know, it was probably one of his mom’s staff members. “Hello?”

“May I speak with Mr. Owen Grant?” A warm, melodic voice spoke on the other end of the line.

“Ah, this is Owen Grant.”

“This is Karen Renford, Client Satisfaction Director at Whumpees-R-Us. We received your request for a custom order last night and I’ve just had time to review it. There is… an exceptional amount of specialization in this order form, Mr. Grant.”

“I… I know. Shit. Oh, sorry.”

“No apologies required. I indulge in a bit of profanity myself on occasion.”

“The, the order form… was it too much?”

Too much to hope for, that Vince’s blue eyes could be all for him. Too much to dream, that he could fix all his old mistakes. Too much, to think he could keep someone here when Vince had run so far, so fast, and made it impossible to get close again.

“Not at all. We are aware of your… connections, Mr. Grant. We would love to work with you on this request, and hope you would let your influential mother know how excited we were to be given this opportunity to truly prove the merits of our methods.”

Owen tried not to audibly snort.

“We already have a suitable candidate in mind who is most of the way through his basic training, although there have been a few… hiccups.”

“Hiccups?”

“Ah, it’s all part of the process.” She did not quite laugh, but there was a lilt to her voice that suggested she wanted to. “645898 is a sweet soul at heart, once you take apart the rest of him. I think he’ll be perfect for what you need.”

“So why the phone call?”

“It is customary for the company to directly contact clients of your… discerning and exacting taste. Considering the costs associated with so many specialized requests-”

“I am more than able to pay the amount owed, Ms. Renford.”

“Oh, we know that. This isn’t about money at all, Mr. Grant. Whumpees-R-Us is dedicated to client satisfaction, and it’s my job to look at this form, speak directly with you, and ensure that you receive exactly what you need.”

“So you can make him… want to stay here? Not able to leave?”

“Can we make him ‘love’ you, as you requested on your form?” Her voice held no mockery, no hint of judgement. “Mr. Grant, your request is considerable, but I believe we can ensure that your boy won’t ever be able to take a step out the front door without you by his side. We can make sure those big blue eyes are focused entirely on you, no matter what you do to him.”

Owen’s free hand clenched slowly into a fist, and something twisted and untwisted inside of him.

Vince’s eyes, all on me. No matter what I do.

“That sounds perfect,” Owen breathed out, shifting in the bed. “I want him to think I’m safe. That I’m the safest thing in the whole world.”

No matter how much I hurt him.

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Everything is meaningless - The Melancholic Hero

Hey there, traveler!

Melancholic figures have been a part of literature since the classical era, although not always with the same frequency or popularity. They are dark, brooding, lost in their own world of gloom, and likely see the world with an irritatingly negative perspective. They had their peak during the 19th century, the era of romanticism, but today they tend to irritate readers and other audiences. How did they change so rapidly in such a short time? That’s what I am to find out.

Today’s post is more about my personal thoughts and deductions rather than scientific research, but I hope it’ll be just as interesting.

So, first of all, what is melancholy?

To simplify things, melancholy is a state of low mood, gloomy thoughts, and overall enerved behavior. The word came from the Greek ‘melaina chole’ meaning black bile, from an age where physicians thought behavior was dictated by four humours and their distributions in the body. Black bile caused dark thoughts, that’s where the concept originated. It often manifests as a symptom of a couple of mental conditions like depression or bipolar disorder, but it can appear in healthy individuals as well. It’s mainly a consequence of environmental effects. Some people feel melancholic from the weather, some sink into melancholy from grief or personal stress-or as we shall see, it can be a fashion wave.

The main difference between melancholy and depression is the time frame. Depression is longer, more persistent and causes deviations in the chemical composition of the body (a low level of serotonin, the “happy hormone”, or more accurately the “take a shower, eat, live like a human hormone”), while melancholy isn’t so drastic and it mostly passes after hours or days. Constant melancholy can be a sign of growing depression, but that’s a more serious condition with deeper root causes.

Melancholic heroes were made famous during the romanticism, a cultural era during the 19th century. You may remember such poets like Johann von Goethe, William Wordsworth, or perhaps more popular names like Mary Shelley, the author of Frankenstein, or Edgar Allan Poe. If you think about characters like the titular hero of The Sorrows of Young Werther, Victor Frankenstein, or Eugene Onegin from Russian literature, you can picture this hero type. They all have some sort of deep moral or emotional pain they carry with them, have a general disinterest in the normal way of life, and like other melancholic people’s company. They became extraordinarily popular, so much so that The Sorrows of Young Werther caused a wave of suicides across the world of young readers trying to mimic their hero.

If you think about why they were so popular and relatable, it all comes from the overall zeitgeist (that’s a new word I learned today, it literally means time ghost in german) of disappointment and the waning of such trifling problems as do we have enough food to eat tomorrow if we survive the plague. After the great Enlightment, people were taught not to believe in divines and churches, rather ration and science-until that hit a brick wall too. Science back then couldn’t explain everything people asked, so they were left in the void with no gods and no answers. Since the general quality of life improved, the constant fear of hunger and diseases weren’t threatening enough to take people’s minds off the topic, so they lost hope. They didn’t have answers, but they were chock full of questions. This led people to believe they will never get any answers because everything was meaningless. That, as you can imagine, can cause some serious broody mood, so people found these melancholic heroes like Werther and Onegin relatable and as such interesting to read about. It reassured them in their sorrow that everyone, even the popular literature was like them: hopeless, lost, and tired.

So, what changed that made them fall from grace?

Well, everything. Science came up with new answers, people found new sources like occultism and the big questions of life turned out not so interesting after all. Couple that with the rapid development of mental health and melancholy quickly goes out of fashion. Then the cracks start showing on these mysterious, painful heroes.

First, they are reluctant to do anything. Melancholic figures tend to avoid any responsibility, and similar to depressed people they need someone to constantly drag them through any adventure worth reading about by force. If your hero needs a kick up his ass every step of the way, it can really irritate the audience.

Second, they exclude a lot of popular tropes. This character won’t find a found family, won’t be at the wrong place at the wrong time unless that place comes to them, he probably won’t have a romantic subplot. You can’t even root for them to win, because most of the time they don’t want to. The only thing they can have is a development that takes them out of this state, but that’s a risky option. If you drag the sadness out too long, people will still see the previous problems and probably won’t care about the character enough to cheer for the development. If it’s too short, it can’t be really considered a melancholic hero’s journey because the bulk of the character’s… well… character isn’t gloomy.

My favorite modern example is Quentin from Lev Grossman’s The Magicians (who would’ve guessed, am I right?) For those of you not in the know, let me summarize. Quentin starts as a depressed teenager just before university and has no idea what to do with his life. He gets invited to a super-secret magical college where he learns to do magic, but it turns out boring. Then he gets to visit Fillory, this book’s version of Narnia he read about all his life, but that turns out shit as well. Quentin ends the book just as depressed he started, and a lot of people hate him with a passion for not being able to appreciate every nerd’s dream.

But let me tell you what saves him and this whole character type for me-it’s still relatable in a different way. As we discussed before, depression often comes with melancholy and it’s an ever-growing problem in our modern society. The most compromised age group is college students, especially at the start of their education. Enormous pressure from every front, social changes and the looming responsibilities of adulthood can damage their (well, our) mental health and personally, it felt reassuring to read about someone in a similar situation. It felt like the world didn’t turn a blind eye on my problem and I suspect I am not the only one.

How about you? Do you find these heroes intolerable? Can you relate with their constant whining and pessimism? Dou you have a favorite exception like I do? I’d love to hear about it! Until then, take care travelers.

Cheers,

Dar

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