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frischkasekuchen · 18 days

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Dreamtalia Carrie AU - Blood of the Covenant

Credits:

Nevo, Dreamtalia and its characters by kyokyo866

Carrie by Stephen King

Content Warnings:

Swearing

Religion/Christianity

Religious Abuse

Child Abuse

Homophobia (slurs are used)

References to smoking

Starring:

Reve and World as Carrie White (Reve Faucher and Nicholas Major)

Nevo as Margaret White (Nathan Major)

(Author's Note: I spent Lent and partway through Easter working on this fic. This is for the 50th anniversary of Carrie. Beta read by my sister. Please remember to thank Tabitha King for making sure Carrie's story was told and kickstarting King's career. )

"And, ye fathers, provoke not your children to wrath: but bring them up in the nurture and admonition of the Lord." - Ephesians 6:4 (King James Bible)

If it wasn’t worth it, if it wasn’t for his only friend, he’d never do this. If the boy didn’t think there was more to life than prayer, the day of Judgement, and papa- he would happily rot in these four walls till some other horrible disaster came.

(tonight)

The word bounced around his head.

(i am not afraid of him)

Nicholas, for the first time in his life, was going to do something worse than just say fuck under his father’s roof. Something worse than

(of whom shall i be afraid)

sharing a quarter cigarette with Reve that one evening. But there was that rising nausea, like the same urge to vomit when he first tasted sin- nicotine.

(she gave of me the tree, and I did eat)

Anxiously,

(flex)

Nicholas made his pocket change swim in the air around the ceiling light, like sharks circling a lone surfer.

“Nicholas!” Papa called, causing him to shoot up from his bed and drop the coins. “Reve has come over for dinner, come downstairs!”

“Coming!”

The boy looked in the mirror. He took a deep breath and squared his shoulders the way Alfred does- minus the boisterous, prideful laughter that accompanied the stance. Nicholas marched downstairs, like a soldier to a battlefield.

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(it was a dark and stormy night)

As Reve surveyed the dinner table one could most definitely compare it to a battlefield. Despite the polite conversation he had with Mr. Major

(what is your favorite proverb)

the air was thick with tension- the boy might as well cut it with a knife so he could breathe a little.

Things began to escalate when dessert was presented at the table. Nicholas’ father divided a blueberry pie among the three. Its filling looked thick and slimy, with cane sugar crystals. Fresh, bulbous blueberries were packed together and nestled in the crust.

When Reve took a bite of his share, he puckered his lips. The pastry was too sour and too sweet all at the same time. “It’s great!” Reve said.

However, Nicholas wasn’t having any of it, literally. He just twirled his fork in his right hand, while his left was scratching his pant leg.

“This is new.” Mr. Major said, “You haven’t touched your pie.”

“It makes me have breakouts.” Nicholas answered firmly, pushing the plate away from himself.

Mr. Major let out an ‘I-know-better’ sigh. He pushed the plate back towards his son. “Pimples are the Lord’s way of hindering pride.”

“Maybe it’s a Sign I should lay off the sweets.”

Reve jumped in an attempt to de-escalate the situation. “I-I wouldn’t mind taking his share! I have a sweet tooth after all.” Personally, it was in the boys best interest to keep the man placated.

A pregnant pause.

“Actually,” Reve chimed in once more with an eager grin, “Nicky and I have something important to tell you!”

Mr. Major’s eyebrows raised and he hummed in expectation.

Nicholas looked like a deer in headlights, it was as if he forgot what this dinner was for. The boy’s wide eyes told Reve ‘I can’t do this’.

Reve locked his pinky with Nicholas’ own under the table.

(im here)

It seemed to say.

“Reve and I…”

(spit it out be a man)

“Have been invited to prom!”

The man froze as though struck by the lightning outside. “Prom.” Mr. Major muttered in horror.

“I’m going to support Reve and-” Nicholas gulped for air a moment, “The coach thinks this could be good for us because, y’know, we’re growing up- and stuff.”

The man’s lips moved but neither boy heard what came out his mouth.

Nicholas pressed on, “V- Mr. Bazarov and Ludwig bought us tickets- so you don’t have to spend a cent.”

“No.” Mr. Major’s voice raised to an audible volume.

Nicholas began a tangent, “People think we’re- Reve and I- are weird, and not the good kind- the bad kind. And I think we need to learn, to- well- get along with everyone else, before it's too late-”

Nicholas was promptly doused with tea as his father threw it across the table. Some of it got onto Reve’s shirt. Fortunately for the two it was lukewarm. Nicholas sputtered and sniffled quietly.

Reve placed his palms on the table to stand up and voice his outrage-

But Nicholas placed a hand on his knuckles and gave a faux-reassuring squeeze. Reve sat back down. Nicholas’ hand stayed

(i just need you here)

right where it was.

“Go to your closet.” the man snarled.

“I haven’t done anything wrong.” Nicholas protested.

“After all you’ve been taught- you fraternize with a sodomite?”

“He isn’t a bad person, Papa.” Nicholas muttered as he scrubbed tea out of his eyes.

“The moment you stepped into that shower room-” The man heaved a heavy breath, “You exposed yourself to him, those boys- that filth. And even after you were punished for the Sin of Lustful Thoughts- you went back for more.”

“It-” Reve whimpered in a small voice, “It isn’t like that.” No one heard him.

(my siblings arent bad people im not bad am i)

The man shot out of his seat and thundered over to Nicholas. He gripped the boy’s forearm as though he were a chew toy. Mr. Major’s face appeared disturbingly enchanting, with his blue eyes framed by stringy, pink hair.

(this is too much too mu)

“Come to your closet and pray.”

“I haven’t done anything wrong.”

The man raised his hand to strike at Nicholas. The boy seemed resigned to what would come next.

Reve spent a good quarter of his life just…watching Nicholas be treated like everyone’s ragdoll. But remaining seated as his own father did the same? That was just too much.

The sound of Reve smacking away Nathan’s hand was almost as ear shattering as the sudden thunderclap.

Nicholas looked dumbfounded. The man looked offered. And though he was terrified, Reve stood between father and son.

“Don’t you hit Nicky!” Reve shrieked. “He’s your son- he doesn’t deserve that!”

“You have no right to-”

“I do! He’s important to me!”

Nicholas had doubted that Reve cared. He thought they were only friends of circumstance, but he’d gone and said that. “Reve…”

Reve was shoved and he slammed against the kitchen counter.

“Reve!” Nicholas ran over to his side, and shot his father a glare.

“Nicholas.” Papa said in a hushed tone. “Tell that man no.”

“I already said I was going.” Nicholas countered as he got Reve to his feet.

“Then tell him you’ve changed your mind!” Nathan nearly hollered. “Or we’ll move! Move somewhere you’ll never see that boy or that teacher again!”

“No- I won’t!”

“That’s final.” Mr. Major walked away as though he had the last word in.

“I’m not done!” Nicholas screamed.

“I have to close the window. The rain’s getting in the house.” he marched to a nearby window.

“I’ll get them- just please talk to me!”

And Nicholas flexed.

At that moment, Reve felt the house shift. Every window slammed shut, even the one upstairs, and the one Mr. Major was going to close and nearly crushed his fingers.

A large knife dangled inches away from the man’s face as he cowered in a corner.

Nicholas’ fingers flexed and twitched like a malfunctioning machine.

Reve put a hand on Nicholas’ shoulder. “Nicky,” he murmured, “put the knife down.”

Nicholas breathed a staccato of inhales and exhales through his nose.

Reve wrapped his arms around Nicholas’ shoulders, leaned close to his ear and whispered, “Please put that knife down, Nicky.”

The knife fell to the floor

(not worth it hes not worth it)

with a clatter.

“Witch.” Mr. Major breathed. “Devil’s power.”

Nicholas was sniffling, but without any doubt in his mind he said: “The devil’s got nothing to do with this. It’s me- me.”

“And it’s- he’s amazing.” Reve huffed.

“Nonsense.” Mr. Major rose from his crouch. “The devil is cunning. He gives you things- he tricks you- you know what he did to your mother-”

Nicholas chuckled with mirth. “She ran away, Papa.”

“She was seduced, she vanished into the night-”

“She ran away. Everyone knows that.”

(she knew she knew you were)

Reve put a hand over his mouth; Nicholas’ life was revealed to be more of a hellhole with every new fact he learned about his friend.

(can anyone tell me what abandonment means)

Nicholas sighed, “And I don’t wanna talk about these things anymore.”

(just wanted to talk like how all the other kids do with their)

Reve looked to Nicholas, his father, and then back to his best friend again.

“Are ya really sure you wanna go to prom? You don’t gotta go just for me.”

Nicholas smiled at him through the tears, the tea and nodded. He gripped Reve’s hand in his “We’re going.” Nicholas looked at his father. “We’re going to prom.”

And that affirmation is what sealed the boys’ fates.

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Reve opened his umbrella and stepped out of the doorway.

“Have a good night, Reve.”

Reve nearly stepped off the porch. Instead, he whipped around to face Nicholas. He didn’t notice at the time, but he was crying. “Please- please promise me- that if I leave you alone with him, you’ll still call me in the morning.”

Nicholas was confused, but gave him a grin. “Of course, why wouldn’t I?”

“People like him- they- what if he-” Reve’s trembling lips stopped that track of words.

(no no i cant say it)

“Papa won’t do that.” For some reason, Reve felt like the other boy was lying through his teeth. “Things are gonna change around here.”

“Saturday night?” Reve sniffled.

Nicholas cupped Reve’s cheeks, stood on his tiptoes, and kissed away Reve’s tears.

He pulled away. “Saturday night.”

Reve nodded, turned away, and found the courage to drag his feet away from the Major bungalow and walk home.

(Author's Note: Sorry if this piece was heavy- the Carrie AU is kind of a personal story to me (aka mad projecting). I just really wanted to do something for a Stephen King anniversary because both his novels and Dreamtalia itself have carried me through tough times. Thank you for reading.)

(P.S Shout out to anyone who got the Utena reference)

#dreamtalia #carrie au #tw swearing #tw religion #tw religious abuse #tw child abuse #my writing

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annaberunoyume · 3 months

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The Mausoleum (Bunsen x Beaker Carrie au)

This is a sequel to this first au fanfiction:

EXPLANATION BEFORE YOU MAY START READING:

This is a Muppet (namely about Beaker and Bunsen) alternative universe which I imagined long ago on my Deviantart account (sampea.deviantart.com).

Please allow me to explain this alternative universe. It is basically the Carrie White Universe (the one from Stephen King, that is), only with Muppets/Sesame Street characters. In this universe, Beaker is a muppet which has been bullied by others as long as he remembers, not only by Kermit and his gang, but his preacher father as well… After a particularly hard beating in the shower, because of a nosebleed… He discovers a new power hidden to him until now…Telekinesis.

One day, as he is researching some books on it, he comes upon another outcast of his school: a green muppet man with glasses that is passioned by the occult and science. Seeing Beaker’s similar interest in it, he gladly invites him to try some experiments. And thus, Beaker’s secret is revealed for the first time to someone else. Far from being afraid, Bunsen happily continues on his experiments, studying Beaker as a fascinating specimen (while keeping it totally secret). And…Over their secret meetings after school…A new feeling develops inside Beaker…Love…for a man…What would his father do to him if he found out? Certainly, something worse than the dreadful closet…And yet, for the first time in his life, Beaker is not that terrified of his father’s wrath…For Bunsen is the first one in a long, long time to show genuine kindness… And dare he say, he wished he could go to prom with him…

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Beaker sobbed some more into Bunsen's chest...Bunsen only huddled in the crook of the taller teen's shoulder...He then looked back at Beaker's eyes...The blood had dried up and had mingled with his tears...But Bunsen was not afraid, somehow...He knew Beaker was back...At least the Beaker he knew...And despite the danger...And Beaker being...well...rightfully furious at the school...He loved him. And Beaker never looked more...majestic and beautiful than now...A force of nature...Even of God...

Bunsen could only brush his thumb over his cheek...No word left to say...The red-haired held that loving hand...Eyes trembling like a mobile of glass shards...Forehead to forehead, now...Eyes closed...

Then...they floated...Bunsen glowed with his boyfriend...And they ascended to the stained-glass eye of the Almighty...A slowed tower of lanterns, akin to a towering mausoleum...Enclosed them solemnly...

The heat of the fire at the front grew still...Unnoticed...

THE END

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This music inspired me a lot.

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bowiebond · 2 years

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Carrie (White) AU | Barbara Holland

Barbara/Nancy & Steve/Nancy | Barbara as Carrie | Nancy as Sue | Steve as Tommy

‘The over-all impression is one of a town that is waiting to die. It is not enough, these days, to say that [Hawkins] will never be the same. It may be closer to the truth to say that [Hawkins] will simply never again be.’

#barbara holland #bancy #cause I said so #lesbian Barbara rights #Nancy wheeler #steve harrington #carrie au #carrie white au #stranger things

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wrenniebaby · 2 years

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Can you do a moodboard about Nancy Wheeler + Carrie AU, please? 🙏❤️

i’ve never seen carrie so i hope you like it !

#nancy wheeler au #nancy wheeler aesthetic #nancy wheeler moodboard #carrie! nancy wheeler #wrennie.moodboard #love letters.#wrennie.kinkcelly #nancy wheeler #carrie au

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caughtonwebcam · 10 months

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new au idea

South Park/Carrie (stephen king) AU

the plot would still be heavily derived from the original book (which I’m currently reading) but would have some major changes to make the canon of South Park make sense within the story. For example, Kyle would take the place of Carrie White. To have the story make sense, Kyle would be a closeted trans boy, to explain why he was using the girls locker room. Another change would be Margaret’s role, or in this case Shelia. Since the Broflovskis are Jewish, the overbearing Christian plot line would not make sense. Instead, it could just be Shelia being too overprotective and Kyle growing to hate her for it.

Anyway I’m just gonna dump the plot here:

Kylie/Kyle Broflovski (Carrie White), a closeted trans teen, gets her first period in the girls locker room, where everybody taunts her. Leading the taunting is the cruel Heidi Turner (Chris Hargensen), the girlfriend of Eric Cartman (Billy Nolan). One of the girls who joins in is Wendy Testaburger (Sue Snell), one of the popular girls dating Stan Marsh (Tommy Ross), the quarterback. The gym teacher, Ms. Victoria (Ms. Desjardin), helps out Kylie by punishing the girls. At home, Kylie feels betrayed by her mom, Shelia Broflovski (Margaret White), for keeping things from her due to her overprotective nature. It’s during this that Kylie begins to discover her telekinetic powers. Wendy feels bad about laughing at Kylie, and asks Stan to ask her out to prom to make things right, to which he accepts. Meanwhile, Heidi plans revenge with Eric, who also hates Kylie. Kylie reluctantly accepts Stan’s prom invite. When prom night comes, Kylie decides to come out as Kyle, cutting his hair and making his own suit for the occasion. He also believes that this will help him escape who he was before. At prom Kyle gets pigs blood dumped on him everyone dies blah blah blah I’m getting tired of typing this.

Let me know what y’all think :)

#south park #South Park au #au #carrie #carrie stephen king #carrie 1976 #carrie au

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yourlocaltrashpandaxoxo · 1 year

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Dear Friend, Where Art Thou? (TW: Mention of Periods, Bullying, Slight Transphobia)

*RRIIIIIIINNNNG* The bell signaled the third lesson of the day. Moth nervously arose from their seat and scuttled out of the room. They held on tight to their bible as they paced down the corridor. Several girls hurled mild insults at them but they just kept on walking. The next lesson was music with Miss Del Rosario and they didn’t want to be late. They found the classroom and waited outside for the teacher to let them in. Nobody arrived. Maybe they were a bit early. They traced their fingers gingerly over the bible as they waited some more. Still, nobody came to call them in. No matter, it wasn’t the start of the lesson for a while now. They looked down at their knees, bruised and sore from having to pray inside the closet for the past few nights. Their stomach burnt with hunger but it didn’t seem to affect them much. “Hey Moth!” called a voice. Moth looked up. Ashleigh was there, smiling at them. Moth waved nervously, their hand shaking a little. “You have music next? Lucky you, Miss Del Rosario is so nice!” she said. Moth only nodded in response, unsure of how to reply. “Well... I’ve gotta go now. Maybe see you in gym class after lunch?” she said. She left after getting no verbal response, leaving Moth alone once again. They held onto their cross necklace as they continued to wait for Miss Del Rosario to call them inside. Still nothing... A gang of girls suddenly barged past, some of them carrying bulging bags full of mystery contents. “Watch it weirdo!” snarled one, nastily. They all tittered as they sauntered off. Moth watched them walk off, curious about what was inside of those bags. They finally decided to poke their head around the door. There was Leonora, chatting with Hondo and writing stuff on the board. She noticed them peering in and smiled warmly. “Hello Moth, have you been waiting there long?” she asked, approaching them. They shook their head, not wanting to be rude. Hondo smiled as Leonora brought them into the classroom. “How are you feeling today, Moth?” he asked, politely. They shrugged as they sat down at their desk. Hondo simply nodded, understanding that they didn’t feel like speaking, and resumed to talking with Leo. Suddenly, there was a loud crash from the corridor outside. Leo dropped the chalk and immediately rushed out of the room to investigate. “Stay here, Moth” Hondo ordered, following after her. Moth nodded and watched him leave. They were curious as to what was happening but chose to obey his command. They could hear chanting and laughing outside. Then, they heard the unmistakable cackle of their sister, Madison. They got up from their chair and headed out into the corridor. The noise seemed to be coming from the far right. They quickened their pace, the chanting getting louder and louder with each step. Then, they came upon a distressing scene. A student was hunched up on the floor, covered in tampons, pads and slimy canned fish, as Leo stood over them to try and protect them. The girls continued to rip open sanitary products and pelt the poor student with them while laughing cruelly. “Take a fucking shower, you stink bitch!” Madison cackled, emptying a can of rancid mackerel on the student’s hoodie. “Enough of this! You should all be ashamed of yourselves!” Leo bellowed, protecting the person underneath her. Madison smirked. “Uh, no? She should be ashamed of never fucking showering on her period. You hear me, fish bitch!?” she hurled a handful of tampons and tuna chunks at the person. The girls laughed and started chanting those words over and over again. “FISH BITCH!” “FISH BITCH! “FISH BITCH! “FISH BITCH!” “ENOUGH!” Leonora bellowed, her face scrunched up into a furious scowl “ALL OF YOU, STRAIGHT TO THE OFFICE THIS INSTANT!” the girls groaned, some even yelling back at her. “THAT MEANS ALL OF YOU” demanded an enraged Hondo, who emerged from the corridor behind Moth, “OFFICE, RIGHT NOW!” they all quietened down and shuffled away, even Madison who looked shocked at how Hondo had bellowed so. Hondo frowned at Moth. “I told you to stay inside of the classroom, Moth...” he sighed, hurrying over to Leonora. He helped up the student and tried his best to clear off all of the scraps of rancid fish and sanitary products that stuck to their clothes. “I’m so sorry about this, Seth...” Leo said, patting the student’s back. They looked up, confused. “Let’s talk about this later on, come along now” Hondo ordered, leading the pair to the classroom “You come along too, Moth” he added, leading them too. The group reached the music room. Leonora led the two students to a desk and sat them next to each other. “Now, stay there you two” she said “Arata... I mean... Mr Hondo and I need to speak with the principal about.... What just happened” she hurried out of the room. “And we mean stay here, you two. No wandering off” Hondo said, firmly, as he left the room. The two sat in silence for a moment. Moth couldn’t help but notice the unpleasant, fishy aroma coming from this Seth person. They didn’t say anything though, just kept on staring at the chalkboard. “U-U-Uhm.... H-H-Hello...” mumbled Seth, nervously. Moth was surprised, nobody ever talked to them aside from Ashleigh. They waved back and resumed their position. “M-M-My name is... Safiya...” he said “B-B-But you c-can call me S-Seth if you like.... Or H-Honey... I like that name” Moth didn’t respond. They were just too shy to speak. Seth seemed a little disappointed but still tried to have a conversation. “I-I like your shoes...” he mumbled “D-D-Do you like mine?” he showed off his pair of glittering gold heels. Moth gazed at them. They were nice but their mother wouldn’t approve of such flashy heels. They simply nodded. Seth smiled a little at this. “O-Oh, and I like your hair!” he beamed “D-Do you cut it yourself? Auntie S-Sekhmet cuts mine for me” he pulled down his hood to show off his short, black and white ombre hair. Moth looked at it for a moment. Far too short for a girl... That’s what their mother would’ve said. But wait... Seth was a man’s name... How come they were wearing a skirt and heels? They didn’t quite understand. Seth peered over their shoulder and noticed their bible. “O-Oh! You’re religious?” he asked. Moth nodded. “S-S-S-So am I! Well... I follow Islam” he explained “Auntie Sekhmet is teaching me how to follow it properly so I can please Allah” Hondo and Leo soon returned. “How are you two getting on?” Hondo asked. Seth looked a bit distraught. “I-I want to talk to her!” Seth pleaded, pointing at Moth, “But she won’t answer me!” Hondo frowned a little. “Seth, please use they/them when referring to Moth” he ordered. “O-Oh... Sorry...” he whimpered. “It’s ok, now you know for next time” Hondo smiled. “Moth, do you like Seth?” Leonora asked, crouching beside them. Moth shrugged. Leo then had an idea. She wandered over to her bag and produced a thick History textbook that Moth liked to flick through. She placed it in front of the pair and smiled. “Maybe you two could read this together?” she suggested. Moth grabbed at the book and started eagerly flicking through the pages. “Do you know about the black death?” Moth asked, finally speaking. Seth shook his head. Moth then explained about how it was an illness spread by a type of flea that lived on rats. They went into detail about the different ‘cures’ and religious facts, looking rather happy to be talking about something they were so passionate about. Seth listened on, smiling. “That’s amazing!” Seth asked “Did the flea ever bite pigs?” Moth looked a little puzzled at this question. Why pigs specifically? “I don’t know” they answered. “Well... M-M-Mother always s-s-s-said that pigs w-were unclean... S-So the flea could then bite t-them and get rid of them...” he mumbled. “Why are they unclean?” Moth asked, curiously. Seth explained how, in Islam, pigs were deemed as unclean animals and how Muslims were forbidden from consuming their meat and any product that came from a pig. Moth then talked about their own religion and how they must pray otherwise they would be punished. The two continued this long conversation as if they were old friends. The lunch bell suddenly rang. “Stay here with Miss Del Rosario you two, I’ll bring you something to eat” Hondo said, leaving the room. Moth looked over at Seth, who was looking down at his body. They couldn’t keep the question in them anymore. “Why is your name Seth when you’re a girl?” they blurted out suddenly. Leonora looked stunned at this. Moth shrunk down in their seat, ashamed of what they just did. Rather than scold her, the teacher simply approached and knelt beside Seth and Moth. “You see, Moth, Seth might have a woman’s body but he feels like he’s a boy” she explained “He might look like a girl but, deep down, he knows that he’s really a man” Seth fidgeted uncomfortably. “B-But I must be g-grateful for my body... I will be upsetting A-A-Allah if I don’t” he muttered. Leo shook her head. “That’s not true, Seth...” she whispered. Seth didn’t reply. He just stared off into the distance, processing this information. “Moth...” he finally spoke up “H-H-Have you had your f-first p-p-period?” Moth was caught off-guard by this question. What was... a period? “Uhhhm...” they thought for a moment. “Now now, Seth, that’s a very personal subject you’re asking about” Leo said, firmly. “I-I k-k-know but....” he squirmed a little “E-E-Everybody b-b-bullies me about it! It’s not fair!” he looked a bit upset. Leonora wrapped an arm around him. “How come you’re on at the moment? Aren’t you on testosterone at the moment?” she questioned. “N-N-No... I h-haven’t been t-t-taking it...” he admitted. “Why not?” she asked, a little puzzled at this. “B-B-Because I’ll d-d-disrespect Allah! I m-m-must love m-my body how it is!” he whimpered, tearing up a little. “Seth, I’ve told you before-” Leo pleaded. “N-No! I m-m-must be a girl! Mama s-s-s-said I would b-b-be a d-disgrace if I d-didn’t s-stay a girl! I DON’T WANT TO BE PUNISHED!” he wept, tears streaming down his face. Hondo suddenly rushed in, looking concerned. “Come along Seth, let’s not get all worked up” he soothed, leading him out of the room. “I’m sorry, Seth, truly I am...” Leo said, sorrowfully. Moth watched on in confusion. “What’s tes... testos...” they struggled to pronounce the name of the drug. “Testosterone” Leonora said “It’s a... special medicine that helps Seth become a boy” Moth was amazed such a thing even existed. “Come along now, you need something to eat” she said, beckoning Moth to follow her. They got up and obediently followed. They passed Hondo’s classroom, where a now calmer Seth was drawing. He looked up and hurried after Moth. “W-Would you like to... B-Be friends?” he asked. Moth was stunned. Nobody ever asked to be their friend before. They nodded eagerly. Seth smiled and waved goodbye. “Isn’t that good? You have a friend now!” Leo smiled. Moth nodded in agreement as they headed for the cafeteria. A brand new friend... How lovely this was...

#punch out #punch out oc #dea moth #DEAMOTH #carrie au #punch out au #adarna #piston hondo #ashleigh #honey slugger

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melodythebunny · 2 years

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Where Steven at????

He's....

Uhhh

He's busy dealing with physical brain damage rn

#carrie au #carrie #steven boxleitner #my art #meme #wordgirl au #wordgirl oc #Tw magenta blood #anon ask #tw injury mention

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nesssblog · 2 years

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CARRIE AU ADARNAAAAA THANK U FOR THIS AMAZING AU @funkmoth-production / @dollmoth-productions I love ittt!!

She’s just a songbird teacher hshshhsh and she’s very very beautiful, as they say-

#punch out!!#super punch out #dragon chan #piston hondo #moth #DEAMOTH #Carrie AU #punch out au #adarna

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shu-dzhoker · 1 year

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#shu dzhoker #christine au #it au #carrie au

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goblinlovesmusicals · 1 year

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/42658110

OOGA BOOGA HALLOWEEN FIC TIME

Also my 30th StEx fic!

@storyweaverofgondor @i-overanalyze-musicals

#starlight express #Jupiter’s writing #horror fic #Carrie au

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frischkasekuchen · 2 months

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So it's Ash Wednesday

Carrie!World: Why didn't you two get your ashes? It!Reve 🤝 C!Vanya: *would burst into flames if a cross was drawn on them*

#tw christianity #tw religion #christine au #it au #carrie au

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annaberunoyume · 3 months

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The Hug (Bunsen x Beaker Carrie au)

EXPLANATION BEFORE YOU MAY START READING:

This is a Muppet (namely about Beaker and Bunsen) alternative universe which I imagined long ago on my Deviantart account (sampea.deviantart.com).

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It all happened so fast...One moment they were there on the podium...Then...a warm and gooey substance splashed both of them...When Bunsen turned to his side...Beaker was there...All covered in...Wait, iron-like smell...Oh,no...BLOOD. He gawked for a moment and turned towards the stunned attendants...Then, it got out...

''YOU MANIACS!''

Then, a metal sound... CLUNK! Something on his head...Then, he passed out...

''Bunsen!''...

When he came to, Beaker was gone...and the gymnasium was aflame...The smaller, pudgier teen quickly got to his feet, despite his headache, seeing a door struggling against panicked students. He quickly calculated (or rather theorised) what had happened and pushed against it, until he could see his love on the other side as Bunsen squeeze through the door.

''Beaker!''

The latter whipped his head back...glowing white and red in the eyes...Bunsen gasped...But he resolved himself:

''Beaker! Wait!''

Suddenly, the door slammed-opened, apace and the struggling teens burst out of the confines of the boiling gymnasium. Bunsen was almost trampled, but he was determined to find the taller, red-haired boy that was his date...

That one was now almost solemnly walking towards the distance...his tuxedo all stained of crimson...

But if Bunsen was freed by him, then surely, he could stop him...

(TIMESKIP)

By the time Bunsen reached the church, the streets were swimming in high voltage...Beaker would not let any part of the town go unpunished...In all that time he had experimented with him back at the school lab...He would have never guessed just how strong Beaker's powers could be...He figured Beaker would be here...And the cracked door was hypothesis enough...

Beaker was here...praying...like a man about to get married...at the altar...Bunsen stood there...Unsure and concerned and afraid...He slowly inched towards the center of the two rows of wooden seats...

''...Beaker?...''

The latter slowly got up on one knee...then fully standing... knuckles white and bleeding...Though most likely not from the downpour of earlier...And then, through gritted teeth..and a sigh...

''...Bunsen...''

The spectacled one recoiled a little. And the small objects and lanterns began to shake...''Cautiously..Cautiously...'', said a mantra in Bunsen's head...

''I...I am sorry...I never knew this would happen...This wasn't supposed to...I wanted to offer you a most...positive experience...This wasn't supposed to happen.''

''You...did this...Didn't you?...'' Beaker hissed, panting...And the lanterns shook and the seats creaked...

''No!'', Bunsen whispered... ''I did not! How can you possibly say-AAH!''

The lanterns flew like a shell past his ears, crashing near the big doors at the front and the seats exploded into shards.

''ADMIT IT!'', snarled the telekinetic redhead.

Bunsen ducked and whimpered, but he still resolved to move forward...Even as he felt himself levitating...But he was not thrown backwards...Enough of a good sign.

''Beaker! Listen to me! I did not know that this prank would happen! I swear! Search your mind! Search my mind! It was never in my hypothesis to hurt you! Please! It must have been Kermit! Beaker-''

WHOOSH! He was suddenly flung over to Beaker. Bunsen instinctively held him...

Beaker was panting...The shards dropped. He then...Found his arms around the meatier teenager...

But a piercing glaze of his slented pupil made Bunsen gasp in primal intrusion of his mind...He felt it being scanned and scrubbed-clean with a cotton bud...Inspected and probbed beyond his ability to bear it...But then, it was swifly done...

Beaker's eyes widened...Then his irises return to their normal browns...Bunsen was not lying...He...wanted him...All of him...Loved him.

Beaker short-circuited in the throat...He almost coughed...And let the tears flows and hid into the crook of Bunsen's shoulders...He whimpered like a wounded animal...A pup even...

Bunsen just held him in the same manner...pushing the thought of a fire away from his thoughts...

His love was hurt...And needed him.

THE END

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