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angelofthenight · 2 months

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Haiii ^_^ I was just wondering if you can do like micah (from children of the corn 2) x plus sized reader who’s insecure ?? 🖤🖤

Micah x Plus Size!Reader

(Fem!Reader)

Warnings: Body insecurity, Hurt/Comfort, Reader is the pastor’s daughter, Alluded religious trauma, Mentions of Micah’s abusive dad, Teenage boy hormones (very faint), Kissing

Word Count: 3.0k

( Got a little carried away with the word count but I thought it was appropriate for how long this has been sitting in my inbox😭😭 Also this will be one of the exceptions from only writing Micah as a yandere )

Micah was naturally independent.

He wasn’t shy or outcasted, he was just reserved and preferred to be at a distance where he could observe those around him. Those who danced mindlessly on the cleared floor in their best formal wear. Those who huddled around the punch bowl muttering about some misunderstandings. Those who clutched their pearls at how a few of the girls’ heels were too high. Those who chose to argue with their partner in the corner of the big room at a celebration like this.

But despite how independent Micah was, and despite how non-complex he viewed everyone in town as, his eyes could never stop from looking for one particular person in each crowded room he’s ever been in. Yet you were nowhere to be found.

In his most honest mind, he looked forward to this town party hosted by the town’s pastor, otherwise known to be your father, to celebrate the renovation of the church. It quite honestly didn’t need to be renovated in the first place, it was a tad small but it was perfectly fine. It was a waste of money in his opinion yet he kept that to himself after letting it slip to his father. His father brutishly shunned him for thinking such a way of the town’s beloved church, followed by a snapping backhand.

The reason he looked forward to this gathering full of balloons and caters was to see you all dressed up. He was still a hormonal guy so the thought of you in a dress made him tug at his collar.

Micah pined after you hard. Simply just thinking about you made his face redden and collapse in his hands, and he left every interaction with you struggling to resist a dopey grin. He just liked and admired everything about you and found you to be the most interesting person out of all 968 people in this town.

You were a bit of a town outcast. Not physically an outcast where people avoided you or excluded you, no, you were actually very well-liked by the townspeople. You were almost like the People’s Princess of Gatlin. As the pastor’s daughter, you attended lots of town events and were always incredibly polite and humble. Like a princess.

Though, you were just so… different from the rest of the town. Your world-views, your opinions, your personality, your attitude, your humor, your wit, the way you spent your free time, the way you danced, how you walked, how you talked, and so many other traits. Micah personally surmised you didn’t even believe in God.

You didn’t belong here, not in this town, Micah knew for certain. You were meant for bigger, more exciting things and settings and environments. This small town was one big restraint on you.

And maybe there were much better words to properly describe you, but to Micah he saw you as cool. Like a cowboy.

So other than his great infatuation with you, he genuinely liked being around you. He wanted to say the two of you were friends but he sometimes guessed he was just a small speck in your colorful world filled with thoughts and views he could never dream of.

He craved your presence, he found attending this party not even worth it if you weren’t around. But maybe this was what he got for wanting to see you in a short dress so bad. That was until when he lingered around the windows for a change of scenery, he caught the misty sight of your silhouette sitting in the grass facing the cornfield.

It was as if the boredom zapped out of his eyes when he was certain it was you. Quickly running his brown eyes around the room, he spotted his father lost in quiet words exchanged with the farmhand’s wife. She was holding a tray of banana bread muffins with a gushy and blushy expression on her face as his father ate a pinch off one of the sweet breads with a sultry smile, clearly trying to make it look like he was talking about her baking with her when it was clear to Micah that was most definitely not what they were talking about.

With his father too deeply distracted by the female skin of infidelity to prevent his son from sinfully conversing with a girl, Micah took that as his blessing to exit the church in pursuit of you. He didn’t know exactly what he was going to make conversation out of. Maybe he could talk you into joining this little group the new kid in town, Isaac, was gradually forming. He wondered if the central philosophy of the group would appeal to you. He wouldn’t be surprised if the pastor’s daughter held a resentment towards the adult.

As he dug his hands into the pockets of his pants, not even the breezy night air could cool the warm temperature creeping up his neck the closer he approached you.

“Hey, (Y/n).” He accidentally croaked out. Your body subtly flinched in the thick cardigan you wrapped yourself into. After rubbing your eyes hurriedly, you turned your head to look up at the dark haired boy. “Oh, hi, Micah. Didn’t hear you creeping up on me.” You said with a soft and friendly tone of voice.

Micah could’ve fallen to his knees right then and there from the sight of your shiny gaze casted up at him like that, the color of your orbs brighter than a full moon. And he swore he could name every constellation through your eyes. “My apologies. Mind if I sit?” He said, gesturing towards the area of the ground beside you.

Your plump lips parted with the intent of asking to be alone but as you thought before you spoke, you changed your mind. “Go right ahead.”

A smile spread softly as he squatted down to sit with his legs crossed, his eyes taking in your styled hair and the sweater that shielded whatever you were wearing underneath it. “You look nice. Why aren’t you inside? I’m sure lots of people are waiting for you.” He said with a teasing smile yet also trying to be gentle with you as if you were world class.

You hugged your knees closer to your chest as you practically huddled deeper into your cardigan like a hermit crab, the thought of going inside made that lump in your throat thicker and your thoughts self-destruct all over again. “I know…” you kept pressing your lips together to prevent them from quivering in front of someone, “but I think I’m gonna run back to my house and change then join the party.”

Micah got confused now. You were clearly all pampered up for the party, even wearing the vintage pearl earrings he remembered your grandma used to wear. “But you’re already dressed. What’s the problem?” He took notice of how you sunk into your sweater, wondering if you were just cold. “It’s warmer inside than it is out here so you-”

“I just think this dress was a mistake.”

His dark eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean? I’m sure whatever you picked looks great.”

The sound of a mix of a huff and a whimper emitted past your lips as you pulled down your cardigan to reveal your dress. The floral print dress was shorter than your other ones, the skirt only covering less than half of your thick thighs (especially when you sat with your legs up), and the short sleeves were loose over your shoulders. It wasn’t tight but it hugged your curves and your busty cleavage peeked over the low cut collar.

The borderline skimpy outfit was different than how you usually dressed. Much more revealing and bold. And Micah felt as if he was witnessing a once in a lifetime sight, the universe teasing him with what was unattainable yet blessed him the sight out of pity. He didn’t realize his face was turning rosy until he felt the heat in his cheeks. He pursed his lips together and glanced off into the corn.

As goosebumps littered your exposed skin in the nighttime air your blurry eyes remained set on the grass in front of you, your focus not on anything specific. “My dad and I got into a little argument about my dress for tonight. Said it was too short even though it went past my fingertips. I wanted to really stick it to him, like give him the finger, so I altered it to this. But now that I’m actually here, wearing this… I don’t think I can go in.”

In Micah’s mind, he thought you were trying to express your insecurity of the indecent dress because you knew slut-shaming and proclamations of sin were guaranteed to be thrown at you the second you stepped through those doors. You were the Pastor’s daughter after all, and being his only child golden expectations were set for you.

And though you actually did exceed those expectations by being noble and headstrong, you were a relatively tough individual. You never once stood for someone displaying disrespect and you were never afraid to put someone in their place with a fiery, wide gaze, intimidating people into that place. Other than who your kin was, nobody dared to argue with you. More reasons as to why Micah admired you.

So imagine his surprise when he heard a wet sniffle and noticed the twinkling reflection of thickening tears over your eyes. “Actually I think I’m just gonna go home and stay there. Sit this one out.” Your turning body to stand up made Micah for sure of the emotion in your face.

He said with a careful and nonthreatening tone, “Hey, hey, hey.” His arms softly reached out to grab your biceps, keeping you seated so that he could lean his face closer to yours so that he could meet your tearful eyes; his eyebrows curving upwards and his frown parted. “Why are you crying?” He asked gently with worry but the verbal notice of your mood only made your tears fall.

You sniffled again as your frown trembled, the sight causing a squeezing pain to erupt in Micah’s chest. “You’re not the only girl in town who would get criticized for being revealing. You shouldn’t think of it as a personal or discriminative or victimizing thing, it’s just the kind of conservative community this town is. You know they didn’t even like when Lacey in our class wore Daisy Dukes in the middle of July.” He tried to comfort using a soothing tone and a realistic view on what he thought you were insecure about.

Though he soon believed he said the wrong thing when your avoidant gaze finally snapped onto his with your eyebrows furrowed, an annoyed essence swapping out your dejected image. “What? I don’t give a crap about them thinking I’m dressed like a whore. I’d wear a Scarlet Letter on my forehead and still not care about whatever they have to say.” You said sternly and clearly.

Micah, with his hands still gently holding onto your biceps, glanced back and forth between both of your eyes and the cornfield. He was lost and puzzled. “Then… What are you so worried about?”

You didn’t blink as you stared into his brown hues before your gaze hardened and you slightly leaned back away from him. “..…Are you mocking me?”

The boy’s eyes widened as he frantically shook his head softly. “No, no, no. I really don’t see the problem if it’s not being slut-shamed.” He said with genuine bewilderment.

Your emotions were in spirals and urges to scream in his face and cry at the same time flooded through you like oil leaks near a fire. You felt your spitfire blood pressure grow hot but yet… you didn’t explode. Perhaps it was because of the vulnerable weakness you harbored for Micah that rendered you unable to aim any sort of your conflagration toward him. Your weakness for the shy boy that always sent you a smile when you made eye contact was stronger than your fuse. Especially when he held you so gently and looked deep into your eyes like you were the only thing left on earth.

“Micah, have you seen me?” You said hoarsely, deciding to be point-blank with your approach. “I’m the weight of a cow. And this dress does nothing but make it more obvious.” The way you said your words sounded as if you were insulting someone with the intent to hurt them, but you spoke in the first person.

Micah had to take a second to register and digest what you were saying. But when it did it felt as if his heart broke into small pieces and fell down to the pit of his stomach. If anyone said that about you, Micah would gladly exchange black eyes with them to defend your honor. But the fact this was coming from you… He always thought so highly of you, thought you were in a whole different world than him.

He was dumbstruck, dumbfounded. He looked back and forth between your eyes for the relieving hint that you were joking, or lying. But no, you were neither of those things. You were delusional. “What are you talking about? (Y/n)... you look incredible.” He breathed out yet his honest words just seemed to sting you even more, your frown deepening and the tears swelling back up.

You slightly wiggled in an attempt to get out of his hold yet his firmed his grip on your arms to keep you close to him. “I just… I just can’t believe that you would say that about yourself. Because in my eyes, you’re like this masterpiece crafted by the divine hands of the universe.”

Your mind told you not to believe he was telling the truth, that he was just flattering the Pastor’s daughter and not you. But yet despite the dripping tears that fell into the grass, you felt yourself hang on every word that he spoke with such unfiltered sincerity that came out easily.

“Your curves are not mere flesh and bone, but a testament to the wonder of creation itself, each curve a stroke of genius, each imperfection a mark of authenticity. Like, your body is an exact replica of the muse’s in the renaissance for paintings and sculptures. The timeless ones that people put up in museums to be admired and awed.”

Micah tilted his head to the side to place his face in your avoidant eyeline. He wanted you to look him in the eye as he told you this. “I wish you could see yourself through my eyes, to see how breathtaking and charming you are. Don’t let some insecurity blind you, because you are a masterpiece, a work of art, a marvel to behold. Your body is a temple, a vessel through which your radiant spirit shines forth, illuminating the lives of all who are fortunate enough to bask in-”

You harmlessly giggled with the sweetest smile and a punch shade of pink dusting across your round cheeks. “Okay, now you’re getting weird, you sound like a preacher.” You used the back of your hand to wipe your nose but also to hide your flustered grin. Micah smiled at the sight and the uplift of your mood, finally sliding his hold off of you.

A cleansing silence drifted over the two of you in your own little bubble. A comfortable one. Your heartbeat thumped sweetly in your chest, making the rest of your insides feel like warm mush that melted because of Micah’s honesty. “You know, I…” You paused to allow your blush and the reality of the situation sink in. “I never knew you felt that way.” You said as you looked up at him softly.

He didn’t know how to respond since he still believed you were so out of his league that you didn’t hold any affection for him. “Well now you do.” He said with a shrug. Your smile grew as your pupils dilated. “And I’m glad I know now.”

He approached what you said with caution and nervous curiosity. “Why?” You abused the seconds of suspense to truly admire the boy in a whole new light. “Because now I realize that I feel the same way.”

Micah was torn. Torn between his father’s words about the shameful sin of just simply talking to girls and the gravitational pull of his emotions and heart and attraction. Everything he was ever taught and learned was coming to question and doubt as he looked into your doe eyes, it was like an epiphany. Perhaps this was his final push into Isaac’s cause and his proclamation that the adults are wrong about everything.

Because could one small stolen kiss with a renaissance muse really condemn him to Hell?

“I really want to kiss you.” He finally breathed out like a warm sigh. “Do you think it’d be a sin if I kissed you?” He asked, genuinely wanting your insightful input.

You took a moment to ponder until you settled on your answer. “I do.”

Micah glanced down in disappointment. “So I’m damned if I do…” he looked back up to you with an entranced sense in his eyes, “but damned if I don’t.” He then leaned in to capture your lips in a passionate kiss, his hand moving to rest just below your soft jawline. He hummed into the contact which created a feeling of electricity shooting through you, prompting you to thread your fingers through the dark hair on the back of his head.

If this was the thing that would supposedly convict him to Hell, then Micah believed it was worth it a thousand times.

#reader insert #Micah #Micah x reader #plus size reader #children of the corn x reader #children of the corn #the children of the corn #children of the corn 2 #children of the corn Micah #children of the corn the final sacrifice #Ryan bollman

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confusedhomicidalrage · 1 month

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"PAPA!" Eli shouted from the bedroom, at 8pm. Fips and Lawrence both exchanged glances with shock, before Fips immediately pushed himself up and ran to Eli and Joshua's shared bedroom. When he came in, he saw Eli in Joshua's arms, and Micah sleeping beside Joshua on his left, leaning against him. "...yes Eli?" Fips asked, raising a brow. Joshua smiled, wrapping an arm around his adoptive brother's waist to pull him closer, while the other was wrapped around Eli. Eli pouted, as Lawrence came into the room as well.

"Can you read us a bedtime story?" Eli then questioned innocently, making Fips and Lawrence sigh. "You yelled for us for that?" Fips asked, re-raising his brow. Eli nodded, smiling proudly. Joshua chuckled, and before he could apologize for Eli's shouting, Lawrence had already plopped himself next to Micah with a book in his hands.

As Joshua, Eli and Lawrence looked at him expectantly, Fips caved in. He sat down on Joshua's right, and smiled slightly, as Lawrence started reading. However, in the middle of it, due to Micah being a light sleeper, he woke up and got confused. However, he relaxed after being told They were just reading bedtime stories. "Why though...?" He asked softly, a puzzled expression apparent on his face. "Eli" Fips merely replied, to which Micah let out an "oh" sound.

"What book is it?" Fips asked, tilting his head slightly as he grabbed a few blankets and pillows so they could snuggle up. Eli, being the one getting easily cold, grabbed at least three and wrapped himself in them like a cocoon. Joshua laughed, and since he got warm rather easily, he just grabbed a blanket and draped it around his shoulders. Micah also grabbed a blanket, well two actually, and snuggled into them. Lawrence had one around himself as well, the same with Fips.

"Uh...it's called Moonlit memories" Lawrence replied. As he cleared his throat and everyone closed their eyes, He began reading:

"In a quaint cottage nestled on the edge of a sleepy town lived a woman named Isabella. She was a painter known for her exquisite landscapes that captured the beauty of both the ordinary and the extraordinary."

"As the world outside embraced the hush of night, Isabella would settle into her cozy nook, surrounded by the gentle glow of candles and the subtle scent of lavender."

"Her favourite moments were the ones when the moon hung high in the sky, casting a silver tapestry over everything it touched."

"One serene evening, as Isabella dipped her brush into a palette of midnight blues and velvety purples, she felt a presence at her window. It was a wise old owl, its eyes like glimmering amber."

"“May I join you, dear painter?” the owl asked, its voice carrying the wisdom of ages."

"Isabella smiled warmly. “Of course, you’re welcome here.”"

"The owl settled on the windowsill, and as Isabella painted, it shared stories of moonlit adventures and the secrets of the night. Each stroke of her brush seemed to capture the whispers of the stars and the moon’s soft embrace."

"As the night deepened, Isabella realized she was painting not just a scene but a memory. It was a memory of all the nights she had spent gazing at the moon, feeling its tranquil presence heal her heart and inspire her art."

"As the first light of dawn began to brush the sky with gentle pastels, Isabella finished her painting. The owl blinked at the masterpiece with approval."

"“It’s not just a painting,” the owl said. “It’s a piece of your soul, a piece of the night’s magic.”"

"With a knowing smile, the owl spread its wings and took flight, leaving behind a sense of wonder that seemed to infuse the very air."

"As Isabella nestled into her bed, her painting resting against the windowsill, she felt a serene contentment settle over her. The moon’s gentle touch and the owl’s wise words had brought a sense of comfort around her."

"With a whispered “goodnight” to the night sky, Isabella closed her eyes, her heart brimming with gratitude for the simple magic that painted her world in moonlit memories."

"And so, in the quiet hours of the night, as moonbeams weave stories through dreams, Isabella’s paintings continue to hold the secret of moonlit nights, whispering the enchanting stories of the nocturnal world to all who choose to listen."

By the end of the story, Micah already fell asleep again, as expected, he woke up and fell asleep just as easily. Joshua and Eli were half-asleep, though they would probably fall asleep in the next minute due to their tired cuddling. Lawrence smiled and put the book down, looking to speak to Fips, only to notice that he was actually asleep. Huh, sleep deprivation got to him! Lawrence just chuckled, and decided to try and fall asleep too. As he listened to the soft rain tapping against the windows and the occasional thunder, his eyelids felt heavy, and he fell asleep as well.

#eli porter #joshua porter #children of the corn urban harvest #micah #children of the corn final sacrifice #My kiddos #Bedtime storiessssssss #Uehnshdbd I love them

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damaskino-26320 · 1 year

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Children Of The Corn II boils down to whether Danny Garret wants to get with Micah/He Who Walks Between The Rows or Lacey Hellerstat (he should’ve chosen Micah). Jokes aside, I actually think this film is better handled than its predecessor. The story taking place in the aftermath of the devastation at the end of the 1984 movie makes for a more eerie opening. It’s made all the better because there’s a longer build up to the moments of violence against the adults in this installment. Whereas you immediately see what the children do to the adults of Gatlin in ‘84, there’s greater room for the narrative to develop events in Hemingford. Of course COTC II had to tie things into Native American spirituality/religion this time around which was kind of eh, not least because it telegraphed how the Native American character had to be the one to die... sigh. Whatever. The Corn Kid Clique was entertaining as expected, and Possessed Micah was great. He deserved to be with Danny goddamnit! Minus a point for no Eldritch God gay disciple couple. 6.5/10

#Children Of The Corn II #Children Of The Corn: The Final Sacrifice #1992 #COTC #Steve King #Film #Movies #Me #Movie Commentary #Danny Garret #Micah #Lacey Hellerstat #Danny x Micah #COTC II

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thornonthevine · 1 month

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HEIGHT CHECK!

Isaac: ….5’0..

Malachi: 5’10

Vicky: 5’4

Burt; 5’11

Micah: ……..5’4 (tiny ass)

Danny: 5’7

Lacy: 5’5

Mordecai: 5’9

Eli: 5’2

Josh: 5’10

Maria: 5’6

Malcom: 5’11

Josiah: 5’6

Ezekiel: 5’2

Allison: 5’7

Kir: 5’6

Tyrus; 6’0

Greg: 5’7

Hannah: 5’6

Gabriel: 6’1

Matt: 5’11

Abel: 5’1

#PROBABLY NOT CANON BUT WHATEVER #I do know Isaac ans micahs are canon which is so funny to him😭#children of the corn #children of the corn the final sacrifice #children of the corn urban harvest #children of the corn the gathering #children of the corn fields of terror #children of the corn isaacs return #children of the corn revelation

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lalathemelody · 1 month

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CHILDREN OF THE CORN FANFIC BLOG.

Hello! as you can see this a cotc fanfic blog I made this since there are barely any fanfics for cotc on here!

¡here are the rules and boundaries!

no nsfw request reminder half the characters in cotc are well..CHILDREN. This includes kinks as well.. and besides I’m acesexual so writing about that stuff makes me uncomfortable

WNO PROSHIPPING/DARKSHIPPING I can’t believe I have to say this but no I won’t be writing that kind of stuff and if you like that shit please leave.

Please add a story and context to your request

I don’t always make x reader type stuff I can also make stuff where the reader just hangs out with the character

Please specify the gender of the reader in your request

that’s all I can think of.

Masterlist!

Isaac (MOST LIKELY WONT DO X READER WITH HIM SINCE HES 12)

Malachi

Micah

Mordecai

danny

Lacy

Eli

Joshua

Josiah

Gabriel

Matt

Hannah

“Where’s-“ idk…I don’t know.

Anyways that’s it! Happy reading:3!

#children of the corn #fanfic #horror #slasher x reader

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hairenya · 2 years

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You know who’s gay? Micah from Children of the Corn II: The Final Sacrifice

#this man has a crush on Danny so hard #he’s so jealous #jlktalks.#children of the corn #the target audience for this post is the 2 other people on the planet who also obsess over the terrible sequels

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bekah-reading · 2 years

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35/50 2022Reading Challenge

5/5

First off, I am not one to write or do anything to my physical books, but damn I had to pull out a highlighter to keep track of quotes that I liked. I ran out of space on my review page for my reading journal.

I can tell that the problem with my reading is me and not the books. Little Heaven was amazing, every time I would pick it up I would get into it and loving it but then BAM all of a sudden my brain would be like Nope put it down I’m done now. And that sucked.

I do think it might because I am not varying my reading right now- it seems my more recent reads have mostly been horror. I think it’s time to try to switch it up- but this isn’t concrete because Serpent and Dove isn’t horror but I had to put that one aside.

Little Heaven is about three mercenaries that get hired to check up on a woman’s nephew. The catch is that he is now living in Little Heaven with a cult. This book gave me such Children of the Corn vibes and a bit of H.P. Lovecraft. I loved the atmosphere and the writing was immersive.

This book does deal with past/present timelines. One in the 1960s and the present is in 1980. I really love it for this story. I loved Micah, his character was done really well (they all were-but I’m playing favourites).

As with Nick Cutter’s other two novels I read- there were moments that I physically gagged. I swear, I should be used to it but damn I’m not. I’m not sure if ever want this to be normal.

I can’t wait for Nick Cutter to come out with more novels I will for sure buy and read them.

#booklr #booktok #reading #2022 reading #horrorbooks #reading challenge #nick cutter #little heaven

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spockvarietyhour · 2 years

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#Children of the Corn II #Children of the Corn 2 #Children of the Corn II The Final Sacrifice #you okay there Micah #GIF #my gifs #Danny watches Children of the Corn II

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undercoverduggarblog · 4 years

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#i dont want to make this into an actual Post™️#because i think the plath kids need their space #but i worry about moriah and micah #ethan and olivia are like we can drink soda and wear shorts and be happy without being children of the corn #and moriah and micah are like Time to FUCK!#i just hope they still have a stable influence giving them #boundaries #bc they are still teens #idk i just worry about them

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gorefesttopia · 3 years

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#children of the corn #childrenofthecorn2 #micah

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remuscore · 3 years

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please post them my goodness

Okay hang on

Patton

Full Name: Patton Leslie Picani.

Date of Birth: January 15th.

Age: 28.

Gender: Genderfluid.

Presentation: Masculine or feminine; switches.

Pronouns: He/him and she/her.

Sexual Orientation: Aromantic Pansexual.

Status: Single.

Height: 5’8.”

Body Type: Heavyweight; strong.

Hair Color: Black and blonde; uses temporary dyes sometimes.

Hair Type: Corse; fade haircut.

Eye Color: Dark brown/black.

Race(s): African decent.

Piercing(s): None.

Tattoo(s): None.

Physical: None.

Mental: Severe clinical depression and Bipolar 1.

Family:

Parent(s): Emile Jacob Picani and Leah Flowers Picani (dead).

Sibling(s): Jeremy “Remy” Micah Picani.

Pet(s): None.

Occupation(s): HR worker.

Skill(s): Comedy, gardening, cooking, baking, and caretaking.

Goal(s): To work with children, have a little cottage with tons of plants and animals, and tons of friends.

Logan

Full Name: Logan Mackenzie La Ray.

Date of Birth: November 3rd.

Age: 20.

Gender: Agender.

Presentation: Masculine.

Pronouns: They/them.

Sexual Orientation: Homosexual.

Status: Taken (w Roman and Virgil).

Height: 5’10.”

Body Type: Underweight.

Hair Color: Dirty blonde; shoulder length.

Hair Type: Wavy.

Eye Color: Brown and light blue; Heterochromia.

Race(s): White.

Piercing(s): Both lobes and two flats on left ear.

Tattoo(s): Stick and poke Gemini constellation on right wrist, E=Mc^2 written on the crook of elbow.

Physical: Disordered eating.

Mental: Autism and disordered eating.

Family:

Parent(s): Vivian Ann La Ray.

Sibling(s): Thomas Foley Sanders (half-brother).

Pet(s): None.

Occupation(s): Lab Assistance for a medical researcher; college student.

Skill(s): Math, writing, problem solving, teaching, drawing, and cooking.

Goal(s): To get a general teaching degree, a good paying job at a high standing school, pay off student loans by 40s, and maybe have a long healthy relationship with Roman and Virgil or whatever.

Roman

Full Name: Roman Henry Maurice Romeo.

Date of Birth: June 25th.

Age: 19.

Gender: Male.

Presentation: Masculine with lots of feminine aspects; sometimes completely feminine.

Pronouns: He/him.

Sexual Orientation: Homosexual.

Status: Taken (w Logan and Virgil).

Height: 6’1.”

Body Type: Fit; a little soft in the belly and upper arms.

Hair Color: Brown and white (dyed brown).

Hair Type: Curly; just beyond the ears.

Eye Color: Hazel.

Race(s): Afro-Latino.

Piercing(s): Both lobes, both upper lobes, and a nose stud on right side.

Tattoo(s): A couple branches with red flowers on left arm, stems aimed at the wrists and the flowers aimed at the crook of the elbow, but spread out with the leaves and two hearts on the outside of wrist on left arm, colored red.

Physical: Piebaldism and chronic joint pain.

Mental: ADHD, PTSD, clinical anxiety, and clinical depression.

Family:

Parent(s): Luis Javier Teo Romeo and Marianne Evelyn Romeo.

Sibling(s): Remus Luis Edward Romeo and Elijah David Charles Romeo (half-brother).

Pet(s): None.

Occupation(s): Baker for a small bakery; college student.

Skill(s): Drawing, singing, acting, music, writing, and dancing.

Goal(s): To become a famous Broadway actor and rich as all hell with the most handsome, successful husband in the world (maybe two handsome successful husbands at this point).

Remus

Full Name: Remus Luis Edward Romeo.

Date of Birth: June 25th.

Age: 19.

Gender: Non-binary.

Presentation: Masculine/androgynous.

Pronouns: Any, but most use He/They.

Sexual Orientation: Queer/unlabeled.

Status: Taken (w Janus).

Height: 6’1.”

Body Type: Thin.

Hair Color: Brown and white.

Hair Type: Curly; shaggy with Mohawk shaved sides.

Eye Color: Hazel.

Race(s): Afro-Latino.

Piercing(s): Both lobes, both upper lobes, orbital, industrial one left, both tangus, both nostrils, tongue, right eyebrow, vertical labret, and belly button.

Tattoo(s): Stick and poke devil smiley face under right ribs, decapitated rat head on right breast, teeth wrapped around left nipple, barbed wire under breasts, matching skulls on stomach tongues reaching to bellybutton, stick and poke “Notes” on right arm, spiderweb on right elbow, knife on left forearm pointing at elbow, stick and poke guy on skateboard with “Eat Ass” on right thigh, black and red crosses on right thigh, “Carl Marx” written above both knees, “Fuck Me” written above hips on lower back, big stitched up scar on the left side of head, and stick and pokes of his rats on each arm with their names.

Physical: Piebaldism, bad vision in left eye, and chronic joint pain.

Mental: ADHD, PTSD, and clinical depression.

Family:

Parent(s): Luis Javier Teo Romeo and Marianne Evelyn Romeo.

Sibling(s): Roman Henry Maurice Romeo and Elijah David Charles Romeo (half-brother).

Pet(s): Jonathan and Butt Plug (domestic rats).

Occupation(s): Janitor for an office (name forgotten).

Skill(s): Drawing, singing, music, and writing.

Goal(s): To not get killed and maybe live to be a weird old guy.

Janus

Full Name: Janus Rain Greyson.

Date of Birth: February 3rd.

Age: 21.

Gender: Female.

Presentation: Feminine or androgynous.

Pronouns: She/her.

Sexual Orientation: Queer.

Status: Taken (w Remus).

Height: 5’3.”

Body Type: Triangular; flat.

Hair Color: Ginger (dyed).

Hair Type: Wavy; long with shaved sides.

Eye Color: Green.

Race(s): Asian and White.

Piercing(s): Lobes, upper lobes, two helixes on left and one on right, right nostril, philtrum, and snake bites.

Tattoo(s): Thin vines wrapped around left wrist leading down to elbow, one thin vine wrapped around right wrist, a moth and two cover up lines above on right bicep, coffin with a skull in it on right thigh spread out almost all the way down to the knee stabbed with a cross, eyeball on the back of neck, and snake with two heads leading down sternum.

Physical: Port-wine stain birthmark, anisocoria, seizures, and Tourettes.

Mental: Clinical depression.

Family:

Parent(s): Dean Jackson Warren, Ruth Rose Greyson, and Monica Greyson.

Sibling(s): Virgil Storm Greyson.

Pet(s): Jekyll and Hyde (two headed corn snake).

Occupation(s): Bartender; college student.

Skill(s): Dancing, fashion, poetry, and self care.

Goal(s): To live long enough to be a successful, lawyer and just in general a rich as fuck woman. Also a hot wife would be delightful.

Virgil

Full Name: Virgil Storm Greyson.

Date of Birth: December 19th.

Age: 19.

Gender: Demiboy.

Presentation: Masculine.

Pronouns: He/They.

Sexual Orientation: Questioning and Asexual.

Status: Taken (w Logan and Roman).

Height: 6’3.”

Body Type: Chubby; fluctuating weight.

Hair Color: Black (dyed purple fringe).

Hair Type: Wavy and thick; very shaggy haircut.

Eye Color: Dark brown/black.

Race(s): Asian and White.

Piercing(s): Both lobes, both upper lobes, septum, dimples, and two labrets (spider bites).

Tattoo(s): None.

Physical: None.

Mental: Severe clinical anxiety.

Family:

Parent(s): Ruth Rose Greyson and Monica Greyson.

Sibling(s): Janus Rain Greyson.

Pet(s): Charlotte (tarantula) and Phantom (black cat).

Occupation(s): None.

Skill(s): Baking and poetry.

Goal(s): None.

#it speaks #taco bell au

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angelofthenight · 2 months

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Ik the Ryan Bollman community is microscopic on tumblr but

#ryan bollman #children of the corn 2 #children of the corn the final sacrifice #children of the corn micah #the neverending story 3

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confusedhomicidalrage · 25 days

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As Fips stretched and picked Abel up, his gaze quickly went to Malachai. "Malachai, me and the rest of the family, except Isaac because he's sick, are gonna go ice skating, do you wanna come with us?" Malachai turned his gaze to Fips, and after a few seconds of consideration, he shook his head and said: "No"

Fips shrugged and then yelled over to Lawrence, who was upstairs helping Eli get ready: "He doesn't wanna come!" "Alright!" Lawrence yelled back to him. When Lawrence and Eli finally came downstairs, Fips was already standing at the door with Abel in his arms. Joshua quickly ran downstairs after Eli, to not keep them waiting, while Mordecai and Micah came out of the kitchen, considering they got a quick snack. Fips then looked back at Malachai and Isaac. "Alright, behave you two" ,He said sternly before they left, locking the door behind them just in case.

After a few seconds of silence, Isaac and Malachai exchanged looks. However, it wasn't long before Isaac grabbed a tissue and sneezed into it, narrowing his eyes as he blew his stuffy nose. He had Fips played in the snow a few too many times without proper winter clothing, and now Isaac had gotten sick. Malachai sighed, he didn't particularly like Isaac, but they were brothers, and Malachai still cared about Isaac in a way.

"uh...do you want me to make you soup?" ,Malachai asked, to which Isaac perked up, staring at him. With a hoarse, quiet voice, the younger boy muttered a small "...yes please" in embarrassment. Malachai stood up from the couch and walked to the kitchen, grabbing a pot and sighing. He made some chicken soup, how Fips always does it, and then brought a bowl of soup to Isaac, who was cuddled up in blankets on the couch. Isaac accepted the soup with a small nod, and began eating it, enjoying the sensation of the heat going down his throat and filling his stomach.

Malachai sat down on the couch and put the TV on, going on Netflix and selecting a random horror movie he had watched a billion times already. In the middle of it, Malachai felt something hit his shoulder, and grumbled in annoyance. When he looked, however, he saw Isaac had fallen asleep, with his head resting on Malachai's shoulder. With a small sigh, and a thin smile on his face, Malachai pulled Isaac closer, so the latter was on the former's lap, with Isaac's head on his chest. As He covered them with a blanket, Malachai turned his gaze back to the TV, his left hand subconsciously toying with Isaac's hair while the right one held him so he wouldn't roll off the the older boy and onto the floor.

BONUS

Few hours later, Malachai heard the front door open. He turned his head, and saw Abel practically bouncing back into the house, with Fips right behind him. Joshua was carrying a sleepy Eli in his arms, while Lawrence was holding hands with Micah and Mordecai. "We're back!" ,Fips announced as Malachai rolled his eyes and stated: "Obviously"

"Where's Isaac?" ,Lawrence asked as he looked around the room, raising a brow. Malachai sighed, and then gestured at Isaac, who was still sleeping on him. "Awwww.." , Mordecai cooed. Abel giggled, but didn't care enough to really comment as he just went upstairs, probably to play with his chew toys. "Well, at least you two didn't fight" ,Fips mentioned as he took off his coat. Joshua smiled, agreeing with a nod as he carried Eli upstairs so the two could go to bed. It was late after all, and Eli was tired. Micah leaned onto Lawrence, yawning adn hugging his Beloved Father, as Lawrence grinned and hugged him back. Mordecai chuckled, and walked over to where Isaac and Malachai was laying.

However, as Mordecai reached out to Touch Isaac, he was met with Malachai pointing his machete at him with a glare. "Don't fucking touch him" ,Malachai scowled, as Fips narrowed his eyes and quickly forced him to lower his machete. Fips sighed, and sternly told Malachai: "Don't point that at your siblings!" Lawrence sighed and walked forward to take Mordecai, who was now whining and whimpering, into his arms. Meanwhile, Micah just waddled upstairs to fall into his bed and sleep.

#children of the corn #children of the corn urban harvest #children of the corn final sacrifice #children of the corn revelation #micah #joshua porter #isaac chroner #eli porter #Abel #mordecai #malachai boardman #Another COTC fanfic LET'S GOOOOOO!#ISAAC AND MALACHAI FLUFF!

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