#idk which one is the correct spelling of her name

[morgana-larkin]

Hello, Idk if u're still taking prompts bc it's seems like you're working on a lot of it, but here's a rather, crazy prompt I have in mind (again) afkajdksjsj.

There's a teacher at Abbott for over a year who's somewhat a little private about her life. Particularly her love life which the Abbott staff seemed to have taken an interest of specially Melissa, who's being defensive when she's called out for being too nosey about the teacher, saying she barely knows a thing about her and it's suspicious that maybe she's actually a cop or secret agent lol. Talks of where's the next venue of game night been going around and the group decided [without the teacher even knowing] that the game night would be held at her rather, fancy house to the surprise of the staff, thinking they would see a glimpse of her priv life and finally meet her partner which is apparently non-existent and later on revealed she never had any relationship in the years of her existence, which also, surprised the group yet Melissa unintentionally let a rather loud sigh of relief and the staff and the teacher gave her a questioning look which she became defensive,again, and a stammering flustered mess under the teacher's gaze.

This was so fun to write. I think I steered a little off a bit but still stuck to what you wanted…(hopefully). I tried to make it light, fun and as cute as possible. As always not edited at all and I hope you like it!

On another note: I know I spelled Chessy’s name wrong, my phone autocorrected me and didn’t notice until I posted it. I thought no one would notice until someone messaged me anonymously about it. So I went back and corrected it. I got one more Melissa prompt and two Chessy ones, and I have started on chapter 8 of ‘Worth It’.

The Game of Love

Warnings: reader has a nightmare(small part near the end), I think that’s all…

Words: 3.3k

You walked into the break room after bringing your students to the cafeteria and headed straight for the coffee machine. You’re exhausted after the morning with your kindergarteners.

“Dear, you don’t look good. Rough morning?” Barb asks you and you chuckle.

“Ya I guess you could say that. I don’t know how you do it Barb. Keep them in line all the time, mine were acting like they had sugar all morning.” You tell her with a huff.

“You’re still quite new dear. I’ve been doing this for over 20 years. You just became a teacher 5 years ago and it’s your second year here.” She says calmly, and always the voice of reason.

“I suppose.” You tell her. You grab your coffee and your lunch from the fridge and then go to sit on the couch.

“Y/n, why don’t you sit with us today?” Janine pipes up and you look at her. You know that she wants to ask questions about your life to get to know you since you don’t tell them much. All you’ve mentioned is that you’ve been living in Philly since you were born, your parents are both lawyers, you have a girlfriend, and you got your teaching certificate 5 years ago. In reality you don’t actually have a girlfriend, you just tell people that since you’ve had many friends try to set you up with a woman and it never goes well.

“Um, ok I guess I could today.” You tell her and head over to sit with the trio. You want to open up a bit more to them. With both of your parents being lawyers, you learned to keep a lot to yourself.

“So how have you been? How’s Amelia?” Janine asks as soon as you sat down. Amelia is the name of your made up girlfriend and said you’ve been with her for 2 years.

“I’ve been good, Amelia as well.” You tell her. “How have you guys been?” You ask her and Janine and Jacob both go and rattle on about their day. While looking at Janine talk, you catch Melissa giving you a look. When Janine stops talking, that’s when Melissa chimes in.

“Hey kid, you never say anything about yourself, why’s that?” Melissa questions you.

“I just don’t talk about myself much, that’s all.” You respond back.

“Why? Why are you so secretive?” She pushes.

“I’m not secretive, there’s just nothing interesting about me.” You tell her and she rolls her eyes at you. “Why are you being nosy?” You ask her and she lefts out a huff.

“I’m not being nosy. It’s just, tell us something, like what do you and your girlfriend do on the weekend or something.” She tells you and you quirk an eyebrow at her. “If you don’t say anything, how do we know you’re not a cop or a secret agent or something like that.” She says to defend herself.

“Well I’m not either one, if you want I can show you my certificate and you can see it’s not forged. But you know both my parents are lawyers so I guess I learned to keep stuff to myself.” You say with a shrug.

“Alright.” She says.

“But to answer your question, Amelia and I don’t do much on the weekends. We’re more home bodies.” You tell her and she smiles at you and you blush a bit.

You excuse yourself early, stating you have to get your classroom ready for crafts, and the trio is talking about where game night is gonna be tomorrow night and Ava comes in to get a coffee.

“Why don’t we have it at y/n’s place?” Melissa says and they look at her.

“Wait, are you coming to game night? Cause you didn’t say either way.” Janine asks her and she shrugs.

“I never know what my plans are on Saturday nights.” She says.

“Did you just voluntold y/n’s place?” Jacob asks and Melissa smirks.

“Yep. We can surprise her.” Melissa says slyly.

“We have no idea where she lives.” Janine says.

“I do!” Ava pipes up and everyone looks at her. “What? It was on her application.” Ava says and pours a bunch of sugar in her coffee. Ava says your address and they all have their mouth open in shock.

“She lives there? That’s a fancy neighbourhood! How does she afford that?” Janine gasps.

“I bet her parents bought it for her.” Melissa says and crosses her arms.

“That would explain it.” Gregory says. “We can’t just show up at her place unexpectedly. We don’t even know if she’ll be home or let us in.” He adds.

“She just said she doesn’t go out on the weekends. And she might let us in, and if she does then we can learn more about her. You can tell a lot about a person from seeing their house. Why do you think I never let youse people over to mine?” Melissa says and they all nod in agreement.

“I’m sure she’ll let us in if Melissa was there.” Barb says with a knowing smile. Melissa whips her head around to face Barb

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She questions, confused.

“Barb you’re coming too?” Jacob asks. And Barb nods.

“My Saturday night is free.” She says, Jacob and Janine grinning. Both of them have never showed up to game night before, so the fact that they are now is exciting to the younger teachers.

“OMG, I don’t even know what game I should bring over now. Ava are you coming?” Janine says with a smile.

“Of course not, unlike you nerds, I actually have plans on Saturday night.” Ava says and walks out.

“So there’ll be 6 of us then.” Janine says.

“Oh we can always have a game that requires teams since it’s an even number.” Jacob states.

“Do you guys have a preference for a game?” Janine asks Melissa and Barb.

“A family friendly game. I don’t want to play one of those games with a bunch of sex questions and sex jokes.” Barb says.

“But those are the best ones.” Melissa says. “The less PG the better.”

“Oh how about the game of life?” Janine says. “But we can play as teams. So like you still have your own car and career, but combine income and losses.” They all agree on that and then they all leave to get their students to finish the day.

You are outside of your classroom helping your kindergarteners zip up sweaters and tie shoelaces. One of your students gives you a hug goodbye and you hug them back and tell them to have a good weekend. Unknown to you, Melissa is watching you from her door frame with a smile and soft eyes. Her class is across the hall and one classroom over so it’s pretty close and she has a perfect view to watch without getting caught. Or so she thought at least, she did get caught but not by you, but by everyone else.

The next day, you’re on your couch and wondering what to watch when the doorbell rings. You get to your door and open it and see Janine, Jacob, Gregory and Barb there there with a smile.

“Hello???” You ask them.

“Hi! We thought it would be fun to have game night at your place.” Janine says excitedly. “I brought the game of life.” And you look to see the game in her hands.

You were about to question them more as to why they chose your place without telling or asking you, you open your mouth to speak but then you see Melissa coming up to your door.

“Melissa, you’re here too?” You ask her and she smiles.

“Yep, can we come in?” She asks you and of course you can’t deny her.

“Ya come on in guys.” You say and step to the side to let them all in.

They all walk in and look around your place in awe. “How do you live in a place this big?” Jacob says and you shrug.

“My parents offered to buy me a place when I told them I wanted to be a teacher.” You say with a chuckle. “I declined at first but then the roommate I had drove me to almost wanting to stab him, so I accepted their offer so I don’t commit a murder.” You say and Melissa giggles at that. In reality everyone laughed, but the one you only really notice is Melissa.

“So where’s this girlfriend of yours?” Jacob says and you got so entranced by Melissa that your brain wasn’t processing properly.

“Girlfriend?” You ask him and they all give you a weird look.

“Ya, Amelia?” He says confused. And you suddenly remembered, although with the look they all have, you doubt they’ll believe you with whatever you say.

“I don’t see any pictures of you with another girl around here.” Melissa points out, looking at all your pictures on the wall.

“Alright, I don’t actually have one. I made her up, my friends kept trying to set me up with women and they kept not really going well so I made up a lie.” You say and Melissa lets out a loud sigh of relief and everyone turns to look at her. Melissa’s cheeks turn pink at being heard and put on the spot. “Something you want to say Melissa?” You ask her with a quirked brow.

“Um uh…n-no not really.” She stuttered out and everyone gives a confused look to each other. Barb decides to save Melissa in that moment as Melissa is unable to speak properly.

“Why don’t we go and set up the game?” She says and everyone agrees. You go to your living room and they set it up on the coffee table.

“I have some food I can put out for snacks, I’ll just go get it. Melissa, do you mind helping me?” You ask her and she turns to look at you.

“Uh , ya sure of course!” Melissa says and scrambles to her feet.

There was 2 reasons you asked her for help, you could have asked anyone but you wanted to be closer to her and show her your kitchen. You know from being in an Italian family, she loves cooking and would probably be in awe of your kitchen. And she was, as soon as you both entered, her eyes went wide and mouth open.

“You have an amazing kitchen.” She says and you smile at her.

“Thanks.”

“You must love cooking in it.” She says and you chuckle.

“I actually don’t cook much. I don’t always like doing it.” You tell her and she looks almost offended.

“What? But this kitchen looks like it’s made to be used a lot, to be used to do so much cooking and baking. I mean I would if I lived here.” She says and she set up a perfect opportunity for you.

You get a bunch of chip bags and some dips and place them on the counter. “Well you could always come over and use it as much as you like.” You tell her and her eyes go wide.

“Really?”

“Ya, if you want. I don’t mind.” You say and she smiles.

“I might take you up on that.” She says and you smile at her. “I think you just want to have some of my cooking.” She teases you and you giggle. You have had some of her cooking a couple times over the 14 months you’ve been at Abbott.

“Well I will admit that I love your cooking but you could come and use the kitchen and I don’t need anything in return.” You tell her and she laughs.

She helps you carry all the chips and dips out into the living room.

“Alright, here’s a variety of chips and dips.” You tell them and they all smile.

You then get into teams of two. You expect for Melissa to pair with Barb and for you to end up with Janine or Jacob. Unexpectedly, Barb asks Jacob to team up, and Janine asks Gregory. Melissa gives a look to Barb and Barb just grins at her. Melissa then looks to you.

“Wanna partner up with me.” She asks and you laugh.

“Well thank you for asking, even if there wasn’t any other choice.” You joke with her and she smiles. “I would love to team up with you.” You add and she grins and blushes a bit.

Unknown to both of you, everyone planned this, for you two to team up together and so they all picked someone to team up with before you guys got a chance.

You all pick out a car to use and whether to go straight to a career or college. Jacob and Barb both pick career right away and everyone else picks college and gets debt.

“Oh look at that, I can be either a teacher or a Doctor.” You say and everyone laughs. “I feel I might be a hypocrite if I don’t pick a teacher.” You say and pick teacher and then a salary. Melissa gets super excited and is able to pick firefighter.

“OH HELL YES!” She says as she picks firefighter immediately.

“What was your other choice?” You ask and she looks.

“Uh, accountant.” She says and looks confused at that and you laugh.

Everyone is having fun playing, there’s laughs, cheering and eating. The more the night goes on, the more touchy Melissa gets with you. Now she knows that you’re actually single, she takes the opportunity to flirt with you. She side hugs you when she’s happy with a victory, and sometimes she leaves her arm there for a bit, even after her turn is done. She’s placed a hand on your leg a few times, and everytime she does that, you blush. She rubs your arm when you experience a loss, like paying for the kids for something. “Damn demanding kids. How do we have 4 of them” You say with a pout and she laughs at that. You guys got the most kids and you picked 2 girls and 2 boys, the boys being twins.

You all end up playing again with the same teams but the rule being you can’t pick the same career. Everyone that picked college last time ends up picking career path just to switch it up a bit, while Barb and Jacob pick college.

This time while playing, Melissa has her arm around your waist for half the game and the other half on your thigh. You swear that life is testing you tonight. You and Melissa end up winning both times and Melissa grins at that. After the second time, you all end up watching a movie. The group ends up picking a horror movie, despite your reluctance since you get scared easily.

Everyone is sitting on either your couch or your 2 love seats. Barb and Jacob are spread out on your couch, while Janine and Gregory are on one of the love seats. So you and Melissa take the other seat. Barb and Jacob each use a blanket, Janine and Gregory share one, while you and Melissa also share a blanket.

Since your kids were so hyper today, you were more tired than usual and you were comfy leaning on Melissa a bit. Melissa has the one arm that’s closest to you, propped up on the back of the seat, with the other one on your thigh and her body is turned to you a bit. You end up getting scared pretty early on and accidentally go to hug Melissa during a jump scare. Melissa stops breathing for a second before she puts an arm around you protectively. “It’s alright, you’re safe, I got you.” She tells you and she smiles. Everyone pretends to not notice what happened and hide a grin.

Everyone then decides to leave but since Melissa had a few glasses of wine, so you offer to let her sleep in your spare room so she doesn’t drive home drunk.

Melissa ends up hearing you scream when you awake from a nightmare and she goes over and knocks on your door.

“Y/n, it’s Melissa. I heard you screaming so I thought I’d come to check if you were ok.”

You get out of bed and go and open your bedroom door. “I’m alright, I just had a nightmare. I knew I shouldn’t have watched the movie with you guys. I’ll be too afraid to sleep now, I guess it’s good that tomorrow is Sunday.” You tell her with a small chuckle.

“Oh I’m sorry hun.” She tells you as she leans against the door frame.

“It’s alright, maybe I’ll just watch something on my phone, maybe some stand up and fall asleep again.” You tell her and she looks at you then an idea pops up in her head.

“What if I slept with you?” She says and you look at her with wide eyes and her face mirrors that when she realises how that sounds. “I-I meant in the same bed and sleep… actual sleep not sex.” She defends and you giggle. In your tired state and full of adrenaline from the nightmare, you blurt out something before your brain has time to stop you.

“I wouldn’t say no to either one of those.” You say and she looks at you surprised.

“Really?” She tells you and that’s when it hits you what you said and a huge and noticeable blush makes it on your cheeks.

“Umm, I mean , I… I-I have no idea what I mean actually.” You say and put your hand over your eyes in embarrassment. Melissa takes the hand off your face then looks at you.

“Do you like me? As in a crush.” She asks and you nod, too embarrassed to speak. As soon as you nod, she has a big smile. “Really?” And you nod again. Melissa gets really excited and kisses you. You kiss her back and you both think that it’s wonderful, you both enjoy the kiss but then Melissa pulls back when she realises she didn’t admit her own feelings, verbally anyway. “I like you too.” She says with a huge smile and a sparkle in her eyes.

You giggle at that. “I figured by the kiss.” You tell her and she smiles warmly at you. “I would love the company in my bed to try and sleep, if you’re still offering.” You tell her and she nods.

“Of course. If you want we could cuddle. I was rather enjoying that on the couch.” She tells you and you agree. You cuddle in your bed and you manage to fall asleep wrapped in her arms and a smile on your face, and your nightmares didn’t come back that night.

On Monday morning you come into the break room and get a coffee as usual. You go and sit on the couch next to Melissa to watch the news. She looks at you and smiles and you smile back at her. Everyone is looking at you guys curiously then you see Melissa looking at you with a mischievous expression. She wraps a hand behind your head and pulls you in for a kiss, you kiss her back and hear gasps from everyone. Melissa pulls back after a few seconds and you see everyone grinning.

“Well it’s about time you two.” Barb says. “I’m glad our plan to make you team up worked.” And you both look over at her with a quirked eyebrow.

“You guys planned that?” Melissa says and you smile and lean on her shoulder while she wraps an arm around your waist, still questioning everyone.

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[yourlocalstranger123]

@junejunejun

—The post—

I totally understand your pain. Your fav character not having enough fics of them in this app? Absolute pain. Also! Spoiler alert❗️ there's gonna be 2 readers together 😘🥰 (totally not because idk which 2 gender of readers u wanted)

This is kinda sh- bad.

Note: I do not proof read so if I miss-spell something or like instead of saying her/he or she/him and saying "you" Please do correct me.

Male reader is either taller or stronger than itto. Just wanted to point out

DNI MINORS. Of course, if u are one and still read it; I won't stop you, but you can't blame me. <3 Also, I still don't completely understand how to lock a fic thing. Idk anymore

Warning:! 3rd person point of view? NSFW, Slight blood mention, praise k!nk, threesome, Slight rivalry between readers, only 2 genders (f!) And (m!) So no trans reader, Itto is AMAB and I think that's all? Tell me if I missed some.

Itto— orange

×—×—×

Itto was doing a Beetle battles again. Totally not dying inside from being defeated 8 times in a row. He finally was finished as he wobbly tried to find you. Sniffling at his loss slightly, but still, his mood was happy! Like, how can't he not be happy with you? He still tries to find you until he finds a bottle filled with bright and hot pink color liquid.

He wasn't gonna drink it at first, but he was unconsciously coming closer (perhaps because of the aroma in the atmosphere). Without knowing until he gulped the whole bottle down, he panicked since he didn't know why he did that. He quickly ran to your guys house, finding you both there as his hair was a mess. he quickly rested his head on {F! Name} lap/thighs. (Don't worry, the certain merchant that selled that was me teehe. It's all free.)

(Guys can have very....nice thighs, you know. Either buff, slim, thick, and girls thighs, or any. Because I'm going to suffocate myself with it either way— I mean.....nvm-...im just saying y'know.)

[Also, the lap/thighs is {F! Name}]

He shuddered when he felt a more, muscular and bigger hands onto his neck that was playing with his hair. It was {M! Name}

"What's wrong itto?" {M! Name} asked. {F! Name} was also worried. Rubbing his horns softly as he whined. "*hic* Please help me....it huurts..! Pleashe.....?" His words slurring, as his face flushed with red

He's squirmed, whining how it hurts! Please help him? Pretty pleaseee? Drooling as he quickly kissed back when {F! Name} kissed him. Trying to lean more into the kiss, he yelped when {M! Name} walked to the bedroom upstairs, covering his mouth from the embarrassment of making the sound.

But quickly forgets it and tried un-buttoning {M! Name} shirt but pouting when he struggled, so he simply ripped it apart, which made {F! Name} slightly chuckling and made {M! Name} raise his eyebrow at him.

"Oh my, how impatient of our Itto to just do this!" {F! Name} laughed as she said that. {M! Name} sighed but smirked slightly when he saw Itto voice muffling against his neck, sucking it and leaving marks. {M! Name} groaned when he felt Itto biting him, licking off the small drops of blood.

Both of you guys eyes widen as you see Itto's teeth....did it become more sharper and bigger than before? It doesn't matter because Itto is both of you guys darling precious Oni! You guys slightly blushed as many lewd thoughts comes out as you see Itto laid out onto the bed, looking do majestic!>>>

Itto's pants were getting tight, trying to quickly tug it off. Panting as he tried grabbing you both with his hands but instead just making a grabbing action in the air. Whining as {M! Name} Chuckled. Itto drooled as he saw {F! Name} fingering herself for prep after you both finished taking your clothes off. {F! Name} pulled of Itto's pants and was about to put Itto's cock into her dripping pussy but {M! Name} slightly moved her over and kept Itto for himself.

Seeing his smirk of winning, {F! Name} scoffed. But soon went to Itto's side, letting him gently grabbing her chest and letting him suck on it. Drool dripping from his chin as he muffled his moaning by sucking on it. Slightly shuddering and tears forming when {M! Name} started to finger him, laughing when three fingers fit in so easily.

"Oh? Already playing with yourself while we weren't here?" {M! Name} teased. Biting and sucking Itto's chest as he continued scissoring Itto's hole. Itto's face flushed, hugging {F! Name} waist. Hiding his face into her chest. "Awww, is my Itto upset from {M! Name} teasing?"

{F! Name} said. Itto slightly nodded, bucking his hips into {M! Name} fingers. He opened his mouth, letting his tongue out. He whined when you didn't understand his desires.

"Please let me taste you, pleaseeee?"

Itto begs, squeezing her thighs as he pouts and uses those doggy eyes of his. Sighing, but smiling at {M! Name}. As he rolled his eyes at her, she lifted her hips up and lines it up to Itto's mouth. As Itto desperately eating her out, {M! Name} finally entered him. Groaning by the warmth and tightness around him as Itto whined. Grinding against him, Itto eyes rolled back as it teased his prostate.

"What a good boy, staying still and listening to us. Good boys definitely need a reward, don't they?" {F! Name} smiled, seeing Itto's cock twitch at her words. Stroking Itto's hair as he licked off the juices from her pussy. Not wanting to waste any,,

The room filled with slurping of itto's mouth on {F! Name} boobs and the creaks of the bed. Making {M! Name} smiled at the destroyed state of Itto, pressing onto the bulge, which made Itto squirmed. A blue oni covering his mouth, panting as he desperately humped his palm as he leaned onto the door. Listening to the lewd sounds.

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[toooliix]

hey! alright so i may have done a thing

so for the past,,, idk 3 weeks? ive been going on a deep dive into spelling bee mostly to sedate my own curiosity of needing to know everything about what i'm interested in. as it turns out, there is a LOT of content with this musical, so i'm here to talk about my findings! note: i will be keeping this EXCLUSIVE to the original 2005 off broadway cast. as much as i'm a brown university girlie through and through, the original cast is where the content is. OKAY FIRST: youtube findings

a lot of small videos were made usually with logainne and leaf. you'll be quick to learn that they made the most off stage content. i have a public playlist with these videos, along with interviews, the original boot, and a few other things. the cast album isn't in it because that's audio only and i want visuals damnit. (plus its on spotify and easy to look up so.) the exception is 25apcsbmt12doc because its pretty underground and the purpose is to get word out about niche things.

second: myspace pages a lot of the spellers have myspace pages! this is like. a common thing!! only two were archived (leaf and logainne) and are able to be accessed! i'll talk about the others in a bit. they contain new information and i personally find them very interesting!

leaf logainne

HOWEVER: three are currently able to be accessed through modern myspace without needing an account. the format is off, but it's accessable.

barfee 25apcsb account panch third: other

there's two different things here so i'll separate them :]

3.1: r/v club

r/v club is a short film by rebecca feldman (one of the people that worked on spelling bee) that includes logainne! it can be found on her site with other short films. i believe this is the only one with her in it HOWEVER i have not checked therefore i could be wrong. it's set post-spelling bee, i believe. also jesse is in it but not as leaf.

r/v club

3.2: official site

spelling bee had a site!! and official merch!! its just a cool thing i think. it'll be mentioned again in the last section

spelling bee site

fourth and final: lost media (to my knowledge)

okay, spelling bee has.... QUITE a bit of lost media. again, this will be separated into parts.

4.1: C-R-E-P-U-S-C-U-L-E

before spelling bee was a thing, crepuscule (albiet mispronounced) was an improv play made by the farm. (same group who made r/v club) a lot of the characters were similar or the same, and it has a similar premise. however, it wasn't a musical. from what i've heard, there USED to be a boot of it, however i haven't found one of my own. i would love to be corrected.

4.2 myspace pages

remember how i was going to say this was going to come up again? hi thats now. outside of leaf and logainne, other myspace accounts were made! mitch (comfortcounselor), olive (mydictionary) + (oliveostrovsky), chip (chiptolentino), marigold (marigoldconeybear) an olive and barfee joint account (ilovemydictionary), and a leaf and logainne joint account (schwartzylogan). there's also another leaf account with the very confusing name of panchspell the issue with these is that theyre not archived, so you'll need a myspace account with a verified email to view these. in the year of our lord 2024 that's not exactly an easy find, especially since verification emails no longer send. plus, one of olive's accounts is dictionary.com now so,,,, who knows what it looks like there. most also need a connection, which makes things even MORE difficult. i hate how close but out of reach these accounts are.

4.3. spelling bee game

yeah they had a game. it's on the site, and it's eternally stuck at loading characters from my experience. here's the link anyway! game

4.4 the dirty bee

oh jesus its the dirty bee. so for context, in 2006 when the show was running, a few nights were booked for spelling bee that were meant for mature audiences and were 18 plus. it's catered towards people who have already seen the bee and want something new. it was inspired by jay (panch) and putting in words or sentences researsals that were clearly for funnies because he was bored. alas it became a derivative of the musical. all we know is what an article provides (theres more than one but the one linked gives the most info) and that chip quote unquote "finished off" at my unfortunate erection according to jose. there's rumor that chip is canonically bi in it but theres no sources so,,,, can't confirm that one.

article

(the quote is said in the reunion "stars in the house" and is found in the playlist)

conclusion:

there's genuinely so much shit in this musical i find it fascinating. this post WILL be updated with any other finds or information. PLEASE dm me or let me know if i got something wrong or if you have something to add (though do add a source, please and thank you)

ALSO: reblogs are greatly appreciated!! shoutout to the wiki, @/honkmaster69 and the people i spam in dms for helping and tolerating me <33

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[direwolfrules]

You see, now I’m hyper-fixated on G1 Monster High and Ever After High, mostly Ever After High, so now I want to start a rewrite AU thing of my own and use the disappearance of Hexiciah Steam’s team as a catalyst for the crossover. Like, the Evil Queen returning is Act 2 or 3 of the crossover, secret final boss type thing. Act 1 focuses on the missing steampunk dilf. I’d also reorder or cut somethings entirely from both series.

Like, the Catacombs under Monster High are a eldritch nightmare realm constructed by an ancient monster race known as the Builders. They’re near impossible to map out due to their impossible size, full of impossible illusions and tech, just random weirdness. Well, what if the impossible stuff that monster kind doesn’t understand or can’t make sense out of is the result of magic not native to monster kind? What if the Builders used some Ever After and Wonderland magic in their creations in addition to monster magic and tech? What if it spanned several realms?

And like, we’d get the ghouls investigating because Ghoulia finally made progress on her research into what happened to Professor Steam and discovered that the last report of this mad scientist was he was going to go down into the Catacombs with his team to finally prove his Builders theory correct. Cleo is extra interested and invested because the name of one of the listed team members? Her long missing mom. Also Lagoona actually comes along on an adventure for once.

On the Ever After side let’s let Darling be the one to be doing research on magical locations for a school project and figure out where the lost entrance to the Labyrinth is. Idk, some of the girls go with. Definitely Blondie for her Mirrorcast, which means Dexter’s going too because camera man. Cedar goes because of all the fantastic art that’s said to be within the Labyrinth and also “I cannot tell a lie, so if we do find the Labyrinth my word will be proof that this isn’t us pulling a hoax-us-pocus”. Apple and Raven cause we need them, they’re the main characters (and Apple and Darling need to develop together so the Dragon Games payoff is like, a payoff). I also need Briar to come because I love her and this is my self-indulgent rewrite AU thing. Also I can totally picture her telling Lagoona that Gil’s family ain’t shit, love is love, make out with that boy in front of their house while flipping them the bird. Ramona and Cerise because I want a “Werewolf? No, wolfwere” interaction and also for this whole thing to end with Ramona getting Clawdeen’s number. Enemies to lovers arc, annoying little sisters in full force, all that.

I also would want Cupid to come because I just want them all to look at her like “Cupid, you have some explaining to do”.

Idk, I could have it that later when the Evil Queen escapes via something in the Catacombs/Labyrinth it’s revealed that she manipulated things by causing the exact right people to find the exact right documentation at the exact right time. Casting spells from her mirror prison like the villainous queen she literally is.

#ever after high #eah #monster high #monster high g1 #gen 1 monster high #hexiciah steam #evil queen eah #ever after high rewrite AU #please excuse all the incoherent rambling I wrote this at nearly 1 AM #robecca steam #clawdeen wolf #ramona badwolf #darling charming #apple white #raven queen #dexter charming #cleo de nile #blondie lockes #cerise hood #cedar wood #ghoulia yelps #briar beauty #lagoona blue #c.a. cupid #this would take place before this rewrite’s version of Dragon Games #in which I’d make it so Apple isn’t the one who let the Evil Queen out #thus preserving her character development #I’d probably make it Duchess or something #the Evil Queen promises to give her a happily ever after after Duchess had a terrible scare with finding feathers in her hair #idk something like that probably

[waywardrose]

THROUGH A GLASS DARKLY 24

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Eddie would have to wait until his lunch break to see this new, hot, weird chick. He wondered which flavor of weird she was. Art weird? Theater weird? Band weird? Weird weird? He shrugged. He liked weird. In other words, you’re the new girl in town, and Eddie is intrigued.

note: Idk if the Cali group arrives in Hawkins on Saturday or Sunday. I'm going with Saturday. If that's wrong, well, this fic isn't canon compliant anyway. Also, Unnamed Freak (aka Dave) has a canon name now with Flight of Icarus: Dougie. I've corrected this entire fic on all platforms. If I've missed a "Dave" somewhere, please tell me. 🖤

24

The phone rang, jolting you from your research. On reflex, you stretched across the spread of opened spell books for the phone on the nightstand. Then you remembered you weren’t at home. You sat on the bed in one of Steve’s guestrooms.

When he didn’t ask you to answer the phone, you straightened and found where you’d left off. The ringing ceased, then Steve’s voice drifted through the open door. At one time, it would’ve been an annoyance. Now, it reminded you that you weren’t alone. You had people who knew you for who you were and weren’t wary of your abilities.

Last night, Robin had stayed through dinner and Back to the Future. Working at Family Video had its perks, because there was a waitlist to rent it. Robin and Steve had talked through the entire movie, asking about you and sharing about themselves, but you hadn’t minded. You learned that ‘Scoops’ was Scoops Ahoy, an ice cream parlor. It must be a Midwestern chain, because you’d never heard of it.

Robin bragged Steve had slung so much ice cream, they had to put in special orders. Steve shrugged, all bravado, yet his flushed cheeks belied his cool demeanor.

“You should’ve seen some of the girls who came in,” Robin had said, face reverent. “They must’ve come from Fort Wayne or Indy—”

Eyes wide, Steve had interrupted. “Yeah, they weren’t local, that’s for sure.”

You’d glanced at him, then at Robin. He’d tried to divert the conversation. Maybe to protect her? That had made no sense until you remembered you were in the Midwest, where homosexuality — or even bisexual tendencies — was anathema.

To Robin, you asked with a sly look: “That hot, huh?”

“God, I could barely keep eye con—” She curled her lips between her teeth, but rallied. “I mean, they were, like, super intimidating.”

You grinned with a minute shake of your head.

“No, I get it. Girls are hot.”

“Yeah…” she breathed, eyes going glassy. “Girls are hot.”

The conversation had paused as George confronted Biff on screen. When George and Lorraine walked away together, you’d reached for your drink and glimpsed Steve holding Robin’s hand. He noticed you noticing and opened his mouth to speak. You stopped him with an understanding look.

“So, is there a girl at school you like?” you’d asked before taking a sip.

Robin glanced at Steve, who’d offered an encouraging shrug. She’d smiled, giddy and love-struck, and gushed about Vickie. According to Robin, she looked like Molly Ringwald, but even cuter. Vickie was talented and funny and smart. Steve insisted Vickie was into her despite what they’d seen at The War Zone. Robin waved it away, saying Vickie had a boyfriend. It was a lost cause. She’d pine from afar.

You’d said, “Well, not necessarily. She could be bi.”

“I don’t know? It doesn’t seem likely.” She’d gnawed on her bottom lip. “I would normally say that’s ridiculous, because this is Hawkins, but—” She gestured at herself.

You’d narrowed your eyes playfully.

“You could still win fair maiden’s heart.”

Steve laughed. “You sound like Munson.”

“What can I say? He’s rubbed off on me.”

Robin had snorted. “Yeah, I bet that’s not the only thing he’s done.” You’d giggled even as your face heated. You grinned now thinking about it.

Knuckles rapped on the doorjamb. Steve stood in the doorway, the sleeves of his teal henley pushed up his forearms. His perfectly tousled hair framed his face, his jeans showed off the goods, and his Nikes were clean.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hey, lookin’ good.”

He put a hand on the back of his head and looked down as if bashful. Like he didn’t know how handsome he was.

You asked, “Going somewhere?”

“Uh, yeah, that was Nance on the phone. She wants to donate some stuff at the school, and I offered her a lift. I think I’m going to volunteer while I’m there, too. You know, whatever they need.”

“That’s…” You first thought ‘surprising,’ but that was insulting. “That’s really generous of you.” You glanced at your suitcase overflowing with clean laundry. “Actually, I bet I have a few things someone else could use.”

“Oh, wow, sure.” He nodded. “You wanna come with?” He waggled a hand. “I mean, I know you’re not ready, but I was going to call Robin and Dustin. See if they wanna join.”

“I want to, but I can’t. I need to heal Lucas and Max.” You gestured to all the opened books. “That’s what I’m researching.”

“What about you?”

“Me?”

He pointed at his left eye.

“Wouldn’t everything be a little easier if you had both?”

“Probably, but Max is worse than I am, so…” You looked at the books. “I can manage.”

He surprised you a second time when he said, “It’s hard to take that ‘put your own oxygen mask on first’ advice, but you should consider it.”

You met his earnest eyes.

“I will.”

It wasn’t a bad idea. You should be the guinea pig before you sprung a healing spell on Lucas or Max. While you were certain a healing spell would never harm, that didn’t mean it would be effective.

Marking your place in the book you’d been reading, you eased off the bed. You knelt in front of your suitcase to pick out a few pairs of socks, a free promo t-shirt you wore when cleaning, and a pair of tartan trousers you hadn’t worn since moving.

There was more at home you’d be happy to donate. You realized you could drop in after healing Max to pick up more — as long as your parents hadn’t returned.

When Steve stopped at your door, you handed over the clothes and told him of your plan. He brightened with a nod. You jokingly assured him not all your clothes were black and scary.

He lifted the stack of clothes.

“Just most of them.”

You laughed as he smiled at you.

He stepped back and said he was leaving, adding he’d leave the spare key on the foyer console. You thanked him and wished him luck before he skipped down the stairs.

As the front door snicked closed, you plucked the book from the bed and found a white tea-candle in your magic supplies. After placing both on the en-suite bathroom counter, you flipped on the light. With a deep inhale, you found your center. Time to be a guinea pig. You opened the book and lit the candle.

Holding your fingertips above the flame, you said, “Magic mend as candle burns; Affliction end and health returns.”

You brought your warmed fingers to the dark, tender bruise on your jaw and repeated the chant. Your skin heated almost to the point of pain. You closed your eyes to concentrate on the feeling. Tendrils of cooling energy twisted through your flesh. You shivered and breathed through it.

Once the tendrils dissipated, you opened your eyes and withdrew your fingers. The bruise was gone. You wiggled your jaw, then put pressure where the bruise had been to find it recovered. Like Jason had never punched you.

That was one injury — and the lesser of the two.

You slipped the pressure patch from your eye and examined your reflection. The cursed eye was like any other injury, you rationalized. Surgeons removed damaged bits of the eye all the time. You were no surgeon, of course. You weren’t removing damage; you were healing it. That was different.

You couldn’t psych yourself out, though. It was like making the Creel house go unnoticed on Thursday. Size didn’t matter. Hence, the extent of the injury didn’t matter. It was all the same and all connected. There was plenty of energy in the candle, in the spell, in the universe, and in you to heal this.

You took a few deep breaths before holding your fingertips above the flame and reciting the chant. You closed your eyes as warm energy gathered. You brought your fingers to your left eye, swallowed the mounting tension in your throat, and repeated the chant.

Your fingers went numb. Heat radiated from your eye like needles of fire. Lightning burned under your skin. The floor left your feet. Or your feet left the floor. You couldn’t find the counter. You couldn’t move or think or orient yourself.

You clawed at the dark like a panicked animal. Red flashed across your vision. Rotting vines slithered across every surface, growing thicker. Their musty, sour smell invaded your nose. Your heartbeat thundered through the room. Red flashed again. A figure made of sharp edges and pain moved behind the vines. You stepped back. They stepped back. You reached forward. They reached forward. You screamed at them. Their mouth opened as though mocking you.

You charged forward to thrust your hand between the vines. Your palm hit cold glass. You met the figure’s eyes. They were your own.

You stumbled away. Your back slammed into something hard. Each blink of your eyes tore you through different realities. The gray Upside Down, your sunny reality, glowing lava fields, a silent city made of slate, a world full of unvoiced secrets, neon lights and the scent of stale beer. Time curved in on itself. No future, no past. On and on it flowed until you yelled for it to stop, stop, stop.

The soft bathmat cushioned your calves. You held onto the counter edge with your forehead pressed against the wood cabinet. The side of your nose filled the left border of your vision.

The spell hadn’t worked.

“Shit.”

You hauled yourself to your knees and braced your elbows on the counter. Thin tracks of blood ran down your reflection’s left cheek.

“Shit.”

You stood and bent over the sink to examine closer in the mirror. The cursed eye didn’t look any worse. Its milky pupil and iris were the same as before. Rheumy blood flaked under your touch.

If the spell hadn’t worked for you, you doubted it would work for Max. She’d taken part of the curse, the same as you. Your eye wasn’t only injured. It stood to reason her arm wasn’t only broken. Then you remembered both her eyes looked like your left.

This was more complex than any healing spell could manage—

Which you said to Lucas after mending his swollen cheek and eye.

From behind him, Erica asked, “Can’t you kill this son of a bitch already?”

You glanced over her shoulder at Susan, who slept on the alcove couch.

“I don’t know if a spell would reach him.”

Lucas turned to Erica.

“And if she kills him, she could kill Max.”

You frowned.

“Why do you think that?”

“El said she couldn’t find Max,” he said, tapping his temple.

He’d explained when you’d first arrived the other members of the party were back in town. On Thursday, El had fought Vecna by connecting to Max’s mind, while Vecna was also connected to Max. El then said Vecna had roared in pain and disintegrated into smoke in his own mindscape. Nancy had connected that to her shooting him and Robin Molotov-ing him.

El had seen Max unconscious in Lucas’s arms afterwards. She felt Max’s steady heartbeat then. Max’s heart continued to beat, which the EKG confirmed. However, El entered Max’s mind this morning to find a void.

“You think she’s with Vecna?” you asked.

Erica said, “Or she’s brain-dead.”

Lucas’s face became a mask of absolute anguish.

“Harsh,” you said to her.

Erica shrugged in lieu of saying it was a possibility. It might be, but you didn’t want to give up hope just yet. Lucas returned to the bedside chair to page through The Talisman. There had to be something you could do or something you could offer.

Erica cursed under her breath and went to Susan. After Erica repeated Susan’s name and shook her shoulder numerous times, she woke with a grumble. Erica announced it was two o’clock. Susan blinked in sullen confusion. Erica said Susan had work at four.

Susan’s voice was hoarse when she said, “O-of course. Thank you.”

Erica backed away as Susan coughed with a wince and sat up. She sounded like shit. Her pallid face looked more tired than yesterday.

You asked, “Would you like some water?”

Her drowsy eyes settled on you.

“Oh, you’re back.” She couldn’t seem to muster a smile, but she looked pleased. “It’s good to see you.”

Without waiting for an answer, you went to the squat pitcher and disposable cups on the overbed table and poured her some cool water. Her hands trembled as she took the cup from you, but she managed drinking half the water in one go. That appeared to revive her, and you offered her more.

She nodded with a soft, “Yes, please.”

As you filled her cup, you thought of a quick blessing. She needed strength to see this situation through. For all you knew, she might be the key to bringing Max back, because despite what Erica said, you didn’t think Max was brain-dead.

By the time Susan finished the water, her green eyes had brightened. She stood, fluffed her hair, and straightened her rumpled clothes. She announced she was going back to the motel to shower and change before work, and if anything happened, to give her a call.

You, Lucas, and Erica promised. Susan nodded to herself and hooked her purse over her shoulder. She went to Max, righted one of her braids, and murmured something to her. She hesitated a second, taking a quick look around, before leaving the room.

You placed the pitcher on the overbed table and threw Susan’s cup in the bathroom wastebasket. The tense silence made you aware of every noise you made, from the swish of the wastebasket liner to the crinkle of your clothes and faint footsteps. Rhythmic squeaking of wheels came from the corridor.

Watching the EKG display, you thought of something you could do:

“I can look for Max, too. I don’t have El’s powers, of course, but Max and I, we’re connected.” You shook your head. “I… I might have a better chance of finding her or finding a clue to get her back.”

Lucas asked, “Are you sure?”

“What if Vecna’s got her, and he takes you?” Erica leaned her elbows on the overbed table. “Then we’re down a magic-user — and we need as many as we can get.”

“He can’t get me here. He tried before and he failed.”

“But you died.”

“And yet, here I am, talking to you.”

“Died.”

You threw out your hands. There was no arguing that fact. Yes, you had died. Yes, Vecna’s curse had killed you. Nevertheless, you were alive. Also, Vecna was wounded.

Lucas asked, “What’s your plan?”

“I don’t know? Connect with her somehow?”

You thought of psychometry. Through touch you’d seen Eddie’s past. Perhaps through touch you could see Max’s. If you could see when the curse hit her from her point of view, maybe that would show you how to get her back.

“Maybe I can’t communicate with her,” you said. “But I might be able to see how Vecna took her.”

“Then you could reverse his steps.”

“Something like that, sure.”

Lucas sighed in thought, tapping his fingers on the book. He came to a conclusion before looking at you.

“It’s worth a shot.”

Erica huffed in disapproval and retreated to the couch.

You propped a hip on the bed, facing Max. Her delicate fingers curled over the cast. You tucked your hand around them and closed your eye.

Unlike with Eddie, you didn’t have to tell Max to relax and trust you. You loosened your shoulders, breathing deep. You focused on her hand, the stillness of her fingers and the fine skin of her knuckles.

The room went cold. Ambient noise disappeared. The mattress sagged under your weight.

Max’s grip tightened.

You opened your eyes. The pressure patch was gone — as was Max’s cast. She stared at you through milky eyes in a younger face. Her now-smaller hand held fast to yours.

The world went wound-red and drained of life. Only you and she remained in the room. No leaves grew on the trees outside. A motionless, stormy sky hovered close. You were in a frozen, bloody version of your world, like a paused horror movie.

“I can’t sleep,” said Max.

“You’re sleeping in our world.”

“What? How?”

“This isn’t your world.”

“Am I dreaming?”

You hadn’t considered that. She could be dream-walking. If she were, why would she choose this? Why would she be younger?

You said, “I don’t know, but you need to leave this place.”

“You mean I need to wake up?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“I can’t. I can’t switch back. I don’t know how.” She frowned. “Where’s El?”

“I don’t know.”

Instinct kept you from telling her El had been at the hospital to visit her earlier in the day. This younger Max could be an illusion. You could be talking to Vecna. Or Vecna could be listening.

“How did you get here?” you asked.

“I was fighting Vecna, and he threw me. Everything went dark.”

“And then?”

“And then I woke up in the goddamn Upside Down.”

You examined the room, noticing how much differed from what you’d seen through the tumbler.

“You sure this is the Upside Down?”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s red, and where are the vines? The lightning? The demo-creatures?”

From nowhere, an invisible force pushed you backwards. Your foot skidded across the floor. You held onto Max’s hand. She bent forward to stay with you, then struggled to her knees. Your hip dropped off the crumbling mattress. You gripped the edge of the tattered sheets until they tore.

Her eyes widened as she shook her head.

“Don’t go!”

“I’m trying!”

But there was nothing to fight against.

You met her panicked gaze.

“We’ll find you! Wherever you are, we’ll find you!”

Your heel hit the floor. You lost your hold on Max’s hand. She screamed your name, crawling to the end of the bed. You pitched backwards, your heel the focal point. For a second, it felt like flying.

You landed hard on your side. Your ears rang. Like Dorothy landing in Oz, the world bloomed in technicolor. The pressure patch was back. Hands rolled you onto your back. Above you, Lucas and Erica blurred and sharpened. Their mouths moved, but their voices couldn’t overpower the ringing. You touched Lucas’s shoulder to confirm you’d returned.

The room dimmed. Shadows deepened. The three of you paused.

Red light flared through the window. Thunder vibrated the glass, restoring your hearing. You froze. You’d brought the Upside Down — or wherever you’d been — with you. Any second, those rotting vines would slither over the walls, the floor, Max’s bed.

Lucas helped you sit. Erica peered at the window on the other side of the bed. The clouds darkened further. When the vines didn’t appear, you used the bedframe to hoist yourself to your feet. Erica went to the window first, Lucas right behind her. You followed them, keeping to the shadows. You dared not look at any reflective surface, lest that sharp-edged figure look back.

Red lightning cut through the iron gray tower of smoke now spewing from the mega-gate’s nexus. Deafening thunder shook your bones. Warmth quaked in your gut a second later, silver and true. It filled the emptiness that had settled days ago.

-

Pitch black surrounded him. He lay on ice — or something like it. It curved around the back of his bare arms, cooled his body numb. So numb he couldn’t move. And he needed to move. There was work to do, someone to find, wrongs to right. Too much had gone wrong in the world. Too many injustices to name. He could make it right. He could help, gather, hunt.

Blood hung in the air. Screeches echoed through his mind, a hungry call for vengeance. Vines pulsed with wrath. The Source promised a righteous purpose larger than himself. The Source was a kindred soul: misunderstood, rejected, and enraged by the world’s hypocrisy. They were misfits together.

And there was no need to be frightened of anything anymore.

He searched the dark, his fingers not offering the answers he needed. He moved his legs and found the curve of the surface he lay on. Raising a foot, his toe bumped into something hard and smooth inches above. He let his heel fall as he walked his hands across the surface. He pulled it down his body. Whatever he was on moved instead.

He walked his hands above his head to find more of the same smooth surface. To his left were round protrusions, like bolts. Yes, he thought, bolts. Bolts meant hinges. Hinges were weak points.

More bolts were on the right. That was the hinge. The left was the handle. Handles were weak points, too.

He placed his palm on the handle bolts.

The Source said he could free himself. Something as mundane as this wouldn’t injure him.

He slammed the heel of his palm below the bolts. The handle rattled. He struck a second time. The handle whined. He struck again. The handle clanged in the background. He waited for someone to come investigate — police, a guard, even an assistant. He pushed the hatch open and waited a few minutes more. It was nominally brighter beyond, yet there was enough light to see he lay on a metal drawer.

He pulled himself through the portal. The drawer rumbled. Still, no one came. All around the portal were similar metal doors with chrome latch handles. He recognized it for the morgue it was.

He’d been dead. He was dead.

The Source contradicted the thought, saying everyone had mistaken him for dead. They’d not looked close enough. They’d abandoned him. They’d thrown him away. Only Source accepted him and had seen him for the valuable individual he’d always been.

He sat and scooted up the drawer to maneuver his legs out. The skin on his torso pulled. He looked down and gagged. Lines of black stitches or patches of missing flesh disfigured his chest and stomach. He touched the flap of skin on a patch on his right side. It should’ve hurt—

Nothing hurt.

He should’ve been cold. He’d been in a refrigerated box for who knows how long, but he wasn’t.

The Source assured him he was beyond pain.

His right calf and left thigh had been gnawed on, too. Someone had attempted to repair the damage with more black stitches. Those injuries didn’t pull like his torso.

That hardly mattered, though. He needed to leave— wherever the fuck he was. He needed clothes for that, because he was very, very naked. Making anything right usually required covering your ass.

He slipped off the drawer, landing on feet that didn’t feel like his own. His legs wobbled. Every wound protested as he straightened. The skin stretched little by little until he could stand.

A shelving unit stacked with linens stood by the main door. He found a scrub top and held it up. His bare hands felt as naked as the rest of him. That wasn’t how it should be. He only took off— No, he hadn’t taken off anything. He was supposed to see someone. They were waiting— No, no one was waiting for him. Everyone thought he was useless — and dead.

He was forgetting someone— No, they’d forgotten him. He touched his upper chest. Something should be there. They’d stolen something from him.

Yes, someone had taken something from them. He needed to find this person— No, wait for this person. They had an essential component in Source’s plan, and he had to capture it.

-

“Something’s changed,” you said.

“Uh, yeah,” said Lucas, pointing towards the window. “The Upside Down is invading Hawkins.”

You shook your head.

“No, I feel the pull of something.”

You didn’t want to say you felt the silver flame of Eddie’s energy for the first time in days. That sounded hokey even to yourself. If the emptiness — which had to have been Eddie — was filled, it meant Eddie was alive. You couldn’t desert him. You had to find him.

Erica said, “You can’t go now.”

Lucas nodded.

“The party doesn’t separate.”

“Even if it’s for a member of the party?”

“Who is it?”

“I think it’s Eddie.”

“What about Max?” he asked. “Did you find her?”

With a nod, you explained the paused, red world where Max couldn’t sleep. Max thought she was dreaming, but you weren’t sure it was her dream. You theorized it was an illusion to keep her stuck. There had to be something to get her unstuck. She wanted to switch back, but she didn’t know how.

“She exists in two worlds,” you said. “Her body in ours, her mind in another.”

“Or in Vecna’s mind.”

“We have to unite her,” said Erica.

“She asked where El was, but I didn’t tell her. Because I don’t know, and because I didn’t want Vecna finding out.” The pull of Eddie being alive nagged at your consciousness, and you shook your head. “Look, I can’t stay. I gotta find Eddie.” You grabbed your purse from where you’d left it by the door. “Guard Max. Hide her, if you have to.”

Erica and Lucas shared a look.

“We can do that,” he said.

You gave them a nod before leaving the room. Eddie’s energy drew you outside. Though you didn’t understand, you took the service stairs down. Hospital personnel pushed open doors and passed you on the stairs without questioning you.

While the first-floor corridors bustled with people and staff, a hushed tension overlaid every conversation. You swerved around anxious groups of two or three and the occasional thousand-yard-stare loner.

Outside, the scent of smoke and hot ozone had your eyes near burning and your nose on the verge of running. Ash fell like snow from the low ceiling of the clouds. It disappeared when it touched your skin.

You brought your shirt collar over your nose, then crossed the parking lot to your car. You stowed your purse in the trunk and pocketed the keys. There, you hesitated. If Eddie wasn’t in the hospital, he could be anywhere. Perhaps Wayne had identified him and took him to another hospital. However, there wasn’t another hospital in Hawkins. Maybe he was at a doctor’s office. His wounds might’ve looked worse than they were. That didn’t explain his absence from Indra’s net or his reappearance, though.

You turned to the path that led through the trees at the back of the parking lot. Except for funeral homes, only the hospital and coroner’s office could store dead bodies. If Eddie was in a funeral home, word about it would’ve been everywhere by now.

His energy wasn’t far, yet it was muddled, like poor reception on a TV. You tried getting more of a read on him. Pain lit your nerves, making you back off. You pressed your shirt over the bridge of your nose and breathed deep.

Fine, you thought. The coroner’s office it is.

You had to get yourself worked up. An injured girl near tears could get sympathetic assistance and soothing information. You made your breath shallow and rapid as you marched across the parking lot. You brought to mind every stressor: your father rejecting your every idea, being a stranger in this town, Vecna disfiguring your face after stealing your magic, making mistake after mistake and not finding the strength to get over it or fix it, finding Eddie and losing him all in one night.

Tears rimmed your eyes as you walked under the coroner’s office awning. You righted your shirt and pushed at the door. It clanked in its frame.

“What the hell?”

You caught your breath. Maybe you had to pull it. You tried that, earning another clank.

It was locked. Still.

That was complete bullshit.

Your tears evaporated as you grit your teeth. You would not be kept from him any longer. It didn’t matter if he was alive, dead, or undead. You would see Eddie.

You placed a palm over the deadbolt.

“You are undone,” you whispered to it.

Its screws unwound and fell to the floor. The outside cover tumbled off. The interior mechanism flicked open and teetered in the hole. You encouraged it to drop with a jab.

You swiped the cover from the sidewalk before entering the building. Inside, you gathered the deadbolt pieces and dumped them in a potted plant in the dim waiting room. You went to the empty check-in counter to find the area beyond it vacated and dark, save for the blinking lights of the desk phone.

Heavy footsteps echoed behind the reinforced door to your left. With nowhere to run, you put on an innocent expression and curled your shoulders inward. A guard in fatigues tore back the door while another rushed into the waiting room, guns in hand.

“Hands up!” said the closest guard as the door closed behind them.

You raised your hands as your gaze bounced from one to the other. They both had black armbands with MP decorating the side. Military police. Your hunch yesterday about the Humvees had been correct.

“How did you get in here?”

“The front door?” You glanced at it. “The lock’s gone.”

“State your business.”

“I can’t find my-my parents.” You didn’t have to force any nervousness with two guns pointed at you. “They’re not at the hospital. And… and-and the ER told me to check he-here.”

The MPs scowled.

A frenzy of banging and clanging came from behind the door. The MPs turned from you with guns at the ready. You took a step back, heart in your throat.

What were they keeping back there?

The door flew off its hinges, springing off the linoleum by its corner. It ricocheted and crashed into an MP, who toppled to the floor. The door landed to cover his top half. His gun skidded into the waiting room.

“Back away!” yelled the remaining MP. “Hands up!”

You turned your attention away from the gun, thinking he yelled at you. Rather, his attention was on the person in the doorway.

You almost didn’t believe your eyes. You’d expected a demogorgon or some other sort of hellish creature. It was neither. It was Eddie. Unmistakable, even backlit by the severe hallway light. His usually wild hair hung limp around his face. Green scrubs had replaced his clothes.

Eddie hissed at the MP and stomped onto the collapsed door. The MP underneath bleated in protest.

If he kept on like this, he was going to be shot.

“Eddie?”

He turned his focus on you, his blank expression so unlike himself.

The MP shouted, “I said, hands up!”

Eddie’s eyes had you taking another step back. They were like your left: cursed. His skin was waxen like the dead. A tag hung from his big toe. You didn’t know who this was, but he wasn’t your Eddie. He felt like him, looked like him, had his silver flame, but he wasn’t Eddie.

The door was less than a yard away. You could make it out before anyone would reach you. Once outside, you could dash to your car — or lead Eddie away from the hospital.

You pivoted on one foot. A cold body plowed into yours. Hands grabbed your upper arms. The check-in counter dug into your back. Eddie reared up over you.

He’d moved too fast to be natural. In comparison, the MP turned in slow motion.

Eddie pulled the pressure patch down your face.

With a pleased look, he said, “Ah, I see you’re half ours already.”

His breath smelled of old blood.

“Eddie, don’t.”

“Don’t what? Have you join us?”

He leaned in to drag his nose over your cheek, inhaling as he went. You closed your eyes and pinched your mouth shut. His dry, cracked lips skipped up your cheek.

“Pretty, pretty witch.”

“Show me your hands,” ordered the MP.

“Should I let him shoot me?” Eddie asked you.

“Don’t shoot,” you called over his shoulder. “He’s… He’s not hurting me.”

Eddie hummed in your ear. “Take me to Max.”

You couldn’t let him get his hands on her. He’d take her to Vecna. If Vecna had you, Max, and Eddie — all cursed in one manner or another — it would be a recipe for destruction. He’d drain you like a vampire, sacrifice Eddie, and use Max as a pawn. Or maybe something even worse. You couldn’t let any of that happen.

You arched away to look into Eddie’s cursed eyes, so much like your own. You’d tear Vecna limb from limb for this. Apart from El, only you had power enough to destroy him. And you could with the Eradix spell you’d found on Thursday.

“Step away from the girl!”

Eddie snarled and turned his head like a predator. He released your arms before you could protest. You reached for his shirt to keep him with you. Your fingers grasped air.

A triple pop of gunfire had you hunching and covering your head. The waiting room window shattered. A gust of smoke and ash poured into the building. Boots shuffled across the floor. The MP grunted as something clattered.

You wanted to look, make sure Eddie hadn’t been shot, but you needed to get out of there. A wet gurgle and grind turned your stomach. You scurried to the main door, pulling it open. Wind dragged the door from your hand. It thudded against the wall.

With a flinch, you peeked over your shoulder. Eddie stared back. Blood dripped down his chin. The MP hung slack from his hands.

Everything narrowed.

Then everything sharpened as you steadied the main door and sprinted to the street.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson #stranger things #em tagd #waywardrose writes

[natti-ice]

okay get ready bc it’s a LOOONG explanation:

i was part of some shakespeare / acting class and i was at the front of the room writing on the whiteboard while analyzing a script about a breakup which was kind awkward because my ex was in the class

fast forward, im visiting my neighbors who are animals for some reason?? and i bring a few of them soup and i do a little silly thing where i scoop soup from a big bucket and put it into a smaller bucket but then i look and feel stupid because he goes “i didn’t mean actually do that what the fuck-“.

i ask my neighbors who’s a rabbit if he’ll go over the lines i had taken notes of in class with mewhen i’m not around, someone video calls the rabbit neighbor and basically shows him the screen of what MY laptop was currently showing that HE was holding?? and it’s obviously my laptop bc he’s holding his own laptop beside it with a copy of my google doc that has corrections from mistakes i made in class (ex: spelling someone’s name wrong)

then he gets and interrogation-y and starts threatening him. like “what the FUCK are you doing with her right now?! you’re gonna practice lines with her? are you fucking serious? tell her you can’t. tell her you have a friend who’ll be even better at helping her and send her my way-“

except i think the rabbit neighbor also had a crush on me?? but i was also fully aware that this guy (who may have been my ex or the teacher, i don’t even know-) was absolutely INSANE and down bad for me… and i don’t think i was opposed to it like k should’ve been- 🤭

Oh. My. God.

I’m actually screaming rn😭 your neighbors are animals??? And one wants you??? GIRL💀 idk what drug you take before bed but it’s time to lower the dosage <3

#mae

[nudystar]

okay this is my final statement, cause deadass I’m over it now

for the server thing, I did feel sorry and apologized to WHO I needed to apologize to. if I ain’t apologize to you, then idk what to tell you. apologies to the folks that had roles that we lied about.

to the folks that I ain’t never had beef with me, why are yall tryna make somethin out of nothin ? like deadass, some of yall I haven’t talk to in a minute and some of yall I never even interacted with. yall sayin yall fighting for your friends but I’m the villain when I do it ? please get out my face with that. you starting stupid ass beef when I don’t even talk to half of yall wtf. yet I’m childish ? alright.

naj, you specifically, what problem do I have with you? I want you so specific and let me know what we have going on. I never had an issue to begin with, we was never beefing so why tf are you talking so much shit about me? you trying to act all big and bad when I never had a problem with you. now you wanna talk as “civilized adults”, after dragging my name through the mud FOR THREE DAYS ? yeah no, kiss my black ass and suck my damn clit !

do I feel bad that your friend got a death threat ? yes ! but it sure as hell wasn’t me or my mutuals 🤷🏽‍♀️. unlike yall, we have some couth and don’t be bothering nobody.

y’all constantly say I’m sending high schoolers to fight my battles and paint me as this pussy bitch. meanwhile y’all akeke and laughin with mean girls and damn near bullies, constantly dragging folks names through the mud fa no reason. to this day, yall stay on imani’s ass about a discord server from three months ago, after handing out apologies like an eviction notice. deadass, all seriousness, leave them alone. some of yall ain’t even deserve an apology but hey, whatever helps yall sleep at night

y’all stay coming at me with this “I got high schoolers to fight my battles” and “I got a gang of middle schoolers hyping me up”. boy yall sure don’t know me 😹, yall just assume everything cause some of them have minors in their bio. I got moots that’s my age and younger moots (oldest is 19). on top of that, I’ve met these niggas when I was 17, say it with me SEVENTEEN !

omg, crazy right ? I met them when I was a minor, that’s like so insane ! so if you do the math (correctly !), I’ve known these niggas for two years. I’m sorry that I have a strong ass friendship and I got folks who actually care about me 🤷🏽‍♀️ . meanwhile, yall are mdni blogs interacting with minors. hmm, but doesn’t mdni stand for MINORS do not interact ? or maybe I just miss a memo ?

small note, yall literally lack math, english, and comprehension skills if you think my friend, juice/mypimpademia, is 14-15. not only can yall not spell, yall don’t make sense either. if she had her blog for about 2-3 years and she’s 14, wouldn’t she be 11-12 writing on here ? oh, hm, that’s doesn’t seem right. y’all just be seeing minor and think it means 13-14, oh y’all do not know the definition of minors…..which means anyone BELOW the age of 18, 10+8, 9+9, 14+4. cmon now guys, I thought we were better than this !

speaking of them, yall stay talking about how I got high schoolers as friends yet be so mad that yall are blocked by these same minors 😹. niggas are so pressed about being blocked by these high schoolers, it’s sad ain’t gonna lie. now I ain’t they damn momma or their damn parent, so idgaf what they do and when they do it

also, to think I’m trying to disrespect someone talking is honestly so…wow ! y’all saying I’m correcting her aave when I use aave my own self, you can literally scroll and see it yourself but anyways ! not only that, say I grew up in a white neighborhood just cause I corrected her grammar ? not her aave, her grammar. maybe if she wasn’t being rude asf to the op, nobody wouldn’t say anything but hey 🤷🏽‍♀️.

not only that, aren’t you insinuating that only white folks can talk proper ? that they’re the only ones who can speak properly ? isn’t that pushing a stereotype to a black girl ? hmmm, says a lot about you as a writer, especially as black writer.

to the eren discourse, what’s to say atp ? y’all still gonna romanticize hood love and paint black love as violent and stereotypical as much as you can. yall gonna continue to slap eren as this fake black man and still gonna be blinded to your wrongdoings. y’all still gonna paint onyankapon as this stereotypical black man who ain’t shit, paint him as aggressive asf and only smoke weed. but hey if that floats your boat, it sure asf will sink mine !

in conclusion, I genuinely don’t care if black tumblr don’t fuck with me no more. imma still stand on what I said 😹, yall ain’t making change shit about what I said unless I said something out of line. some of yall did already but I digress !

#( 💭 ) — discourse

[gh0stseeker]

My friend asked me which Christmas songs the LOA characters would listen to so I'm putting the list here. Correct me if I'm wrong cause I've only watched OUAW and two episodes of icebound also I don't know many Christmas songs :')

OUAW

Gricko would listen to Rudolph the red nose reindeer with Hootsie

Frost would probably be forced to listen to that bc I feel like he would be like Gricko, Santa isn't real

Gideon would listen to Grandma got ran over by a reindeer but not care about any of the lyrics except GRANDMA GOT RAN OVER BY A REINDEER

Kremy would secretly sing all I want for Christmas is you while thinking of Gideon

ICE BOUND

Queenie would listen to Frosty the snowman with Barnabos and Taishen while Skrimm and Jornir are forced to listen to it with them (Actually I don't think Barnabos would like Christmas cause of his superstitions)

I forgot Twig but Twig would also like Frosty the snowman

I honestly can't imagine any of the CoS crew listening to Christmas songs?? (Maybe Clayton cause I think he has kids but I could be wrong)

STARDUST RHAPSODY

Chuckles would also listen to Grandma got ran over by a reindeer or the Grinch

Dandy would probably listen to Santa Claus is coming to town?

And I can't really imagine Pyke Rett Kavir or Leboosh listening to Christmas songs? (I could be wrong, I didn't even finish episode one)

EOM

Jericho would listen to Frosty the snowman

I don't know much about Farynn (Idk if I spelled her name right) but I think she'd listen to the Alvin and the chipmunks song with Briggsy

I don't know much about the EoM crew so this is just me guessing lmao but I don't think Yorgrim Marius or Lethica would listen to Christmas songs (Maybe Lethica would but I can't think of a good song right now?)

Oh Torbek wouldn't even know what Christmas is and would listen to whatever the rest are singing/listening to

So this doesn't actually count as D&D (Cause it's not) but it's still from LOA (It's Root because I'm running out of characters also I've only watched d one episode of this so don't kill me)

So Bitsy would listen to Grandma got ran over by a reindeer

Booker would listen to all I want for Christmas is you (I think it would be funny)

Hazel would listen to the Alvin and the chipmunks song cause she's a chipmunk. Hazel would also listen to all I want for Christmas is food.

Peggy and Grumbley would listen to Frosty the snowman

That's all I know somewhat well enough to do this. I might do like Mikey and the rest but idk

#legends of avantris #once upon a witchlight #curse of strahdanya #icebound #edge of midnight #stardust rhapsody #christmas #christmas songs #loa

[carlosfruitsnacks]

yeah so I just saw your requests open and wanted to hop in! (English its not my first language so apologies beforehand!!)

A CamiloxFem! Reader.

Reader comes from one of the most powerful families in the encanto(They're just behind the Madrigals and they're a BIG BIG family) And, ofc! Alma and Reader's Abuelo got Cami and Reader together by arranged marry. (Idk how it is spelled srry)

Soo, being the youngest cousin, daughter, grand daughter and niece Reader is SPOILED ROTTEN by everyone in her household (even outside of it since she is Alma's favorite out of all of them), BUT, reader is sweet, really, really sweet. And it doesn't match with her reputation as a spoiled little princess. At first, camilo is NOT happy. Who would want to marry a whiny and annoying person like her? (The thing is... HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW READER AT ALL, because she doesn't leave her house that often)

She wears pink in every outfit possible and she has a white fluffy ball for a cat which she pick ups in her arms all day and night. said cat its the devils spawn but she doesn't realize it. In their engagement dinner, Camilo accidentaly steps on her pastel pink-snowflake-print dress, his shoe leaves a mark and he is nervious as one can be, he expects a whole tantrum with yells and cries. (And scratches from her cat ofc) He is blatantly surprised when Reader gives him a soft smile and cleans off her clothes without even glaring at him wrong.

He blinks once, twice, even thrice before Reader says that its okay, accidents happen. After that, he is kind of guilty, since they met, Reader was nothing but nice and Cami was there, talking shit about someone he didn't even know. Few days later, Reader and Cami got super well together and are good friends even tho they will be husband and wife later in life. BUT, Reader's older brothers find out that Cami talked bad about her in the past. And guess what? They ready to fight him.

The rest is up to you! (Sorry if it is too long!)

"under all the pink"

summary:

— Abuela Madrigal has set her youngest grandson, Camilo to marry the daughter of one of the most powerful families in Encanto. Camilo isn't fond of the idea, thinking that she's just a spoiled brat but it turns out she was different under all the pink.

genre:

— aged-up & fluff

notes:

— female reader. I do not speak fluent Spanish and all of the Spanish here is translated from google, feel free to correct me.

warning/s:

— none

a/n:

—  hello thank you for requesting, sorry it took too long, i hope you enjoy anon!

When Alma Madrigal received her first great-grandchild from Dolores, she knew that the time had come for one of her grandchildren to marry. Ever since the rebuilding of the Casita, Alma has become more mellow and understanding of her family. Though one thing that hasn't changed is her insistence on arranged marriage. Both of her daughters' marriages weren't sabotaged by her, it was only Isabela did Alma try the arranged marriage. Unfortunately, it doesn't work out for her eldest grandchild but she knew it doesn't have to be.

After some pondering, Alma decided to give arranged marriage one more shot at her oldest grandson, Camilo. The moment has arrived when he was the appropriate age to marry, also, Alma couldn't wait to stop Camilo from slumping around and avoiding responsibilities. He needed to know what it's like to live in the real world for he is no longer a teenager.

"Ah! Glad you have made it Señora Madrigal!"

Alma smiled at the old man she paid a visit to on the other side of town. She politely greeted him as the man lets her in. She has come to discuss marrying Camilo to the old man's youngest granddaughter, [Name] [Surname]. Alma has known the man for decades, she is also aware that he belongs to a powerful family such as hers. So, she decides why not? Alma and the old man talked for a few hours, settling on their agreements as the events sets in place. Camilo is to be wed to [Name] soon.

"I ought to tell my grandaughter the news later. Oh, will Camilo be alright with this decision of yours Señora?"

The old man asked. If Alma was being honest, she wasn't sure how will her grandson will react. Nevertheless, she smiles.

"He'll be fond of it"

Camilo Madrigal is not fond of the news. Alma did her best to gently drop the news to him but he reacted negatively. He was complaining, gripping his hair while pacing in circles, and his shapeshifting was out of control.

"Cálmate, nieto-"

"¡No puedo calmarme, abuela!"

"Ay, you're being dramatic, Camilo"

"Abuela, I love you, but why must you do this to me?!"

"You need to know your way in this world, nieto. You can't be stuck living in the same way!"

Alma said. Camilo huffs and crosses his arms, he understands his grandmother's point but it feels as though she was taking his freedom away. Here, he thought things would change after Mirabel saved the miracle.

"Camilo, you must understand why I'm doing this to you"

"I do! It's not like I don't like the arranged marriage, I just don't like the person I'm being married to"

Camilo admits. Alma's face displayed puzzlement. Camilo didn't like [Name]? Why? Whatever the reason is, it wasn't enough for her to call off the engagement.

"Nieto, it doesn't matter. You must marry her"

"But Abuelaaaa! She's nothing but a prissy, pink-obsessed, and pampered to the bone princesa!"

"Ay cállate, Camilo. Hurry and get dressed nicely because [Name] and her family are coming over for dinner"

Before Camilo can complain, Alma turns and leaves. The shapeshifter muttered a curse and runs a frustrated hand through his hair. He begins to think of ideas, ideas to help him ruin the engagement. He couldn't afford to get married to [Name] [Surname]! Camilo has heard of the stories swarming around town.

He heard that she liked to keep an evil cat around that would scratch anyone's face off if they dared talk crap about her. And that she liked wearing pink and expensive clothing. Camilo knew what privilege was like but he didn't abuse it. He thought she was the type to have everything fed to her with a golden spoon.

Camilo resorted to just ditching the dinner but her mother Pepa caught him climbing out his window and proceeded to give him an earful. After he was forcefully put in his best outfit by his mamá, he goes down. His cousins were preparing the table as he watched.

"You look you're going to choke somebody, primo"

Mirabel walks in. Camilo sighed as he buried his hands in his pockets, he genuinely thought he was going to be the last of his cousins to get married.

"Dios, Mira I absolutely hate it here. What if I just shapeshift into someone else and sneak out?"

" ¡Oye! Don't you dare, hermano!"

Dolores exclaimed from the kitchen, Camilo knew he shouldn't try what he just said, his sister is notorious for spilling secrets at the wrong moments, and he didn't want to cause a scene.

"Who are you getting married to anyway?"

"Señorita malcriada [Name]"

"Oh, her! Heard she's obsessed with pink"

"Tell me about it. I bet she has everything laid out for her since she was an infant. I'm talking major spoiled brat, Mirabel"

"Hey don't say that, primo"

"Why not? Everyone in town says so! I imagine if you don't give her what she wants, she lets out an ugly cry and throws a five-year-old tantrum. I hate people like that"

Camilo frowned, Mirabel gives him a comforting smile she joins the others in preparing. The moment evening arrives, a knock on the door was present. Alma goes to answer it and welcomes the guests in. The Madrigal family greeted everyone as dinner begins. The table was long enough to make available spaces. It seems like nobody was on Camilo's side when the Casita itself literally pushed him into a chair and sets it beside the woman he's supposed to marry.

Speaking of, Camilo looked at you. He takes note of your overly pink and puffy outfit, including the cat on your lap that's hissing and glaring daggers at him. Camilo tries to get on with the evening though it also appears that his appetite has vanished. To keep himself entertained, he goes to bother Mirabel who's sitting on his other side.

"Mira look at her"

"Hmm? Wow, that's a lot of pinks"

"I haven't seen her eating any of tía Julieta's food. I guess she would rather starve herself than eat anything that isn't made by her personal chef"

"Seriously, Camilo, I think you're judging her way too much"

"And look at the cat on her lap! It's literally dressed in pink too and is probably allergic to peasants like me-"

"Camilo, is there something you want to say?"

The shapeshifter chokes on his saliva and clears his throat, Alma raised a brow as the male shook his head. Camilo conceals the roll of his eyes as he decides to look at you for a while. He was cringing at the ridiculous amount of pink on your outfit. You looked beautiful, but not enough to make him swoon. He can smell your expensive perfume and see the glimmer of your jumbo jewelry. Camilo sets his eyes away before they got sore from looking at you.

The dinner ends eventually, Camilo really couldn't figure out anything to stop the now inevitable engagement with you. As everyone stood up to clean up, Camilo pushes his chair back to stand but he feels something under his shoe. To his astonishment, he stepped on the end of your pink dress. He winced when he removed it to see a prominent stain on it. Horrified of what will happen, Camilo gulped to look, his heart dropped when he caught you noticing the stain on your pink dress.

Camilo braced himself for the worse, a loud cry, a tantrum, an angry spitting fit. However, none of the worse things he imagined occurred. You silently reached down with a napkin to wipe the stain off your dress. Camilo blinked several times with his mouth agape, he believed that you were going to make a fuss over your stained dress. You turn to him with a sweet smile that made his knees weak. He deeply inhales.

"¡Lo siento, [Name]!"

"Oh! It's nothing, Camilo. Dinner was amazing, Señora Julieta's cooking is splendid"

"I..yeah, glad you enjoyed it"

"I'll meet you again soon, yes?"

"¡S-sí!"

"Adiós Camilo"

You softly greet him goodbye. Camilo's heart skipped beats as he felt like he was looking at heaven incarnate. You acted nothing as he imagined. You were kind, soft-spoken, and downright making butterflies swarm in his stomach. Before he realized it, guilt came flooding inside. Camilo can feel the bad taste in his mouth after shit-talking about you. He shouldn't have judged you that quickly. He needs to make it up to you somehow for painting you into something you're not.

Out of all the things you were expecting, Camilo Madrigal showing up at your home with gifts is not one of them. You assured him that he shouldn't have but he insisted. You and he got to know each other pretty quickly and became close friends despite being wed soon.

It was fantastic to know Camilo Madrigal, you were glad to be given the chance to see who he was. He was what everyone said, charming, handsome, and selfless. You couldn't ask for any other man to be engaged with. He was considerate and fun to be around, you want to know what it feels like to spend a lifetime with him.

Today, you and Camilo took a stroll in your family's large garden, chatting. Your wedding was due in two weeks, you were stuck between excited and nervous. You wanted to feel worthy to be Camilo's wife.

"I can't believe we're getting married soon, [Name]"

"Yeah, it's quite an odd feeling"

"Nervous?"

"Kinda"

Camilo looked at you with worry. He carefully brushed a stray hair out of your face, you gazed at him with flushed cheeks. He inhales.

"Wanna know something [Name]?"

"What is it?"

"When I first saw you, I thought...I thought you were a spoiled brat who's obsessed with pink and is extremely selfish"

He confesses. You couldn't hold back the snort and laugh that came along with it, you wiped the tears in the corner of your eyes and looked at him.

"You're kidding? You believed those rumors downtown?"

"Yeah, don't worry, I very much regret listening"

"It's fine, Camilo, really!"

"When I stepped on your dress that night, I thought I'm about to meet my doom but then you just...wiped it off and I kinda fell for you then and there"

Camilo shyly looks away, bashfully. You felt your heartstrings getting tugged by this, you reach to caress his cheek, it catches him off-guard.

"You're really sweet, Cami"

"Mierda, are you trying to kill a man?"

You laughed at him as he joined in. It was bizarre for Camilo to be so impatient to marry you, he can't wait to slip that ring on your finger.

"Man, I regret talking shit about you back then"

"Oh? That's interesting, what did you say about me, Cami?"

"You know, I called you shit like Señorita malcriada [Name] and a prissy, pink-obsessed, and pampered to the bone princesa-"

"You called her what?!"

Both of you flinched at the unexpected booming voice. A couple of men jump out of the bushes and looked at Camilo with scowls. You gasped.

"Hermanos, what are you-"

"¡Oye chíco! You don't talk to our hermanita like that!"

"This is a misunderstanding! I didn't mean to-"

You watched in horror as your brothers decided to pick a fight with Camilo for something he said long ago. You try to deescalate the situation by calling your mother, your mamá marches in with a chancla in hand and scolded your brothers. You rushed to Camilo and checked on him.

"I'm so sorry about that! I didn't know they were eavesdropping"

"Está bien, [Name]. They're right I never should've talked about you like that"

You pout as you rested your hands on his shoulders, he gives you a grin and placed his hand on your cheek, and leaned in. He gives you an unexpected kiss on your cheek as you stared at him wide-eyed.

"I should've known you were more under all the pink. I can't wait to marry you"

Camilo says. Marry you, he did. As he slipped the ring on your finger and you took his last name at the altar, Camilo spent the rest of his life in pink with you.

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[ryuuseini]

Actually, genuinely curious about this: I know this is far more prevalent in the anime spheres since Ash is typically the main character and he has a last name in the dub, so I'm mostly expecting anime fic writers to answer this, but I'm curious. If you ever have to bring up a Pokemon's character's full name, how do you do so?

I mainly ask because I personally do the last option (and pretend only Gary and Professor Oak have a last name) because I feel like it causes the least complications? Like if I used Japanese names for example, we run into issues with characters like Serena, Reggie and Gou whose names are fundamentally the same, only changing spelling if they have to between the dub and the original. And also it brings into question with siblings, such as May and Max and Clemot and Bonnie, whose Japanese name is the family name? Because May Haruka and Max Masato imply they aren't related, but who wins out in this scenario? (Though personally, when it comes to Clemot and Bonnie, I love the idea of their last name being Eureka. Bonnie wins out over Clemot because I think it fits, LOL)

And then making up adjectives is cool and all, and probably the least likely to cause complications? But then I wonder how we're finding the proper adjectives/puns for their names since Ketchum is a play on "catch em" and Sketchit is literally what he does. So when picking out the adjectives, what do we do when you assigned the easy ones first (for example, Brock's being Stone bc rock type gym leader) and then have to think of the harder ones if they appear in your writing? (For example, Zoey, at first glance, doesn't seem like a big issue, but if you look at her JP name for inspiration, Nozomi, it means stone... which is already in use for Brock. But due to her minor role, it might be harder to think of another last name for her, and if you've already written Brock as Brock Stone, would you be willing to retroactively correct that so Zoey has the last name Stone since there's far more material to figure out a proper last name for Brock over Zoey?)

Which is why I like to say from/of location, but even that can be messy because some characters don't have a hometown? Like yeah, Paul from Veilstone City is pretty damn easy to guess, he LIVES there, but like... we saw James' house and its not in a town??? Or a named area? So like... is he just James from Team Rocket? Which is fine... until we consider AUs where he's an ex Team Rocket member. Like... what do we do there?

Idk, I'm just curious about the thoughts on this.

#pokemon #anipoke #pokeani #pokemon anime #pokemon fanfiction #im really curious on the results of this because none are a perfect solution

[funnyfaceflea]

guys do you think she might actually be called sito and not sicto because i found out something crazy

one of the main people in charge of the preshow was gary trousdale, the director. and one of the main animators on there was tom sito.

obviously there is a commando named trousdale, which means that this is a sort of easter egg where they named these extra characters after their last names, and tom sito did the same with her.

and I haven't found an OFFICIAL script for the preshow other than a forum post which has...mostly correct dialogue? idk but i have yet to see an official preshow script uploaded (especially like a scan of the pages) but i doubt that would happen unless we contact someone like idk dave pruiksma or trousdale himself.

this is just something ive thought about for a long time and ive been writing a fic using the presumably correct spelling of sito for practically all of it lmao

#cranium command #epcot center #wonders #cranium command moment real

[devildom-moss]

Spoilers for lesson 11/12 (i totally forgot)

I was scrolling through your page, and a question struck me..

What would have happened if MC died in the blue unknown place idk the name of?

There's no Lilith to recover her from the dead, shes kinda still a human.

Just wanted your thoughts on this <3

Continue writing your masterpieces and remember to eat, sleep, and dont do drugs!

Sincerely, 💜

Sorry I left this in my inbox for so long 💜anon. I actually hadn't read that lesson yet by the time you sent it, and I remember rushing to read it because of this ask, but then I just didn't reply. . .big oops. And thank you so much for such kind words!

Obviously, because it's a game, they can't leave MC for dead. I have a couple thoughts on this.

Solomon would absolutely lose his shit if MC dies. At that point in the game, he's probably the character who adores MC the most. I don't think he could mentally accept MC dying, so he has to do something.

If MC died, and their soul was capable of being harvested (because who knows what weird rules the Fountain of Knowledge has over it), Thirteen would take MC's soul right then and there. Her affection for MC combined with the desperation of Solomon and the others might persuade her to keep MC's soul safe while they try to figure out how to bring MC back to life. Solomon is determined to find a way (and to a slightly lesser degree, the brothers are too).

Furthermore, as shady and mysterious as Nightbringer is, I don't think he would put MC on a path that would kill them, especially not before he gets his way, so there's got to be a way to revive them. Solomon is certain of that much. (also, are we all okay with the potential that Nightbringer is Barbatos?)

Ultimately, I think it would shake out a few ways. The first two kind of lean towards a deus ex machina resolution: either Michael steps in and has the power to save MC (similar to what he did with the waking them from the coma in lesson 13) or Nightbringer has enough power either course-correct time and fate because he miscalculated or his intention was to kill MC and bring them back to life - assuming he has that power available to him somehow (some ancient spell lost to time, probably).

The other way is that the Fountain of Knowledge isn't human made, so Solomon still can't reverse the curse affecting MC on his own. However, the game is always bringing up not intervening with humans and the balance between the 3 realms, so what better way to resolve the issue than for all three realms to intervene in the life of one human? I think that means one representative of each realm needs to step in.

Solomon will obviously be there to represent the human realm. I think because (obey me original game spoilers) Simeon falls in the present timeline, he's the least risky candidate to be involved with something like this, so Solomon would ensure that Simeon took on the task (I think Luke would offer if he knew an angel was necessary and that it was the only way to save MC). Additionally, Simeon is stronger than Luke, so that helps. The demons would probably all be fighting to be the one to save MC. (And Diavolo may be as underhanded as to mention that fallen angels might not count as representatives of the demon realm - which would just be a messy argument. Meanwhile, Barbatos and Mephisto don't want Diavolo to do something so reckless).

I think Solomon would ask Barbatos to do it. For one, the pact makes it so that he can force Barbatos's hand. Second, Solomon won't risk MC over a technicality (fallen angel vs natural demon), so he won't ask Asmo to do it - and he sure as hell won't let Lucifer do it. Third, Barbatos showed him the Fountain of Knowledge when he was younger. In a way, he feels like Barbatos is slightly to blame, and Solomon wants him to take some responsibility. Thirteen may also have to get involved because she's a reaper.

I don't have any concrete ideas on this, but maybe with the right spell, the right magical item, and magic channeled from all three realms, Thirteen could help force MC soul back into their body and bring them back to life.

#ask #replies #💜 anon #obey me #gn!mc

[backup-baby-backup]

If This Was A Movie: A Brief Retrospective

It's April 2009*, and Taylor Swift has been dumped over a 27-second phone call by Joe Jonas for half a year now. For whatever reason, despite performing the non-single track Forever & Always a LOT during this time (iconic move tbh), she now feels more wistful about that relationship and wishes he'd stayed longer. So she calls Martin Johnson, whom she's a fan of and collaborated with for that Hannah Montana song, and they get together and write If This Was A Movie.

After its release in October 2010, If This Was A Movie had largely flown under the radar, not least because it was a deluxe track. However, it has found some favour among more devoted fans (including a certain prolific YouTuber). Also, as Taylor never officially released the lyrics to this song**, occasionally there are debates on who Eli is, and whether that line in the bridge says "ever", "every day", "wary", "weary" or "worried".

We fast forward a bit and it's now November 2011. Taylor Swift has finally released the deluxe tracks of Speak Now on iTunes for purchase. One of these songs is Ours. It's widely known to be her next single, and she's just performed it live at the CMAs. It's also listed as the first bonus track so you can't miss it. So these songs debut on the Billboard 100, and...

Despite all the promo for Ours, it still comes in lower than If This Was A Movie, which debuts in the top 10. In 2011, streaming still wasn't as big of a deal, so rankings like these depended mostly on digital sales. This means that If This Was A Movie literally outsold Ours. By 17,000 downloads, in fact. Given that the songs cost $1.29 to purchase on iTunes, If This Was A Movie brought in $22k more from downloads within its first week.

Oh, and that old Instagram post I quoted above? It was originally posted on November 8, 2011, which was the first day the bonus tracks were available for download. And If This Was A Movie was already outselling Ours from the get-go.

So why hasn't Taylor Swift, a singer who puts a lot of effort into chasing chart figures, ever acknowledged the existence of If This Was A Movie? It's not like it's problematic like Better Than Revenge or emotionally raw like Dear John.

Here are three theories:

She plain forgot. She already forgot the lyrics to Mine, her lead single, on the Red tour, so it's the most probable reason. Boring though.

Something about Martin Johnson. If This Was A Movie is the only co-write on Speak Now. If Love Story is indeed about Martin Johnson like many people think, then it follows that Martin indeed the "creep" Taylor mentioned in that 60 Minutes interview in 2011, and maybe she doesn't want to give Martin any credit? But then again she performed This Is What You Came For after she split with Calvin Harris.

She doesn't think a co-written song fits on Speak Now, so she wishes it never existed. I will admit I added this after she retroactively added a song to Fearless TV. Maybe she didn't want to put it out but her label (read: Scott) forced her to? Well, I guess this is the correct answer now? Idk really.

Anyway, the song is good and it's a shame that she never performed it.

*or somewhere around that time, we can't know for sure

**that album booklet that purports to include the deluxe tracks is fake (so fake that it spells John Mayer's name wrong)

P.S. It really should be If This Were A Movie.

#i typed this post out a few days before she dropped itwam tv and it aged quite poorly #taylor swift #speak now #speak now taylor’s version #if this was a movie #ours

[klonoadreams]

guess who started writing, fell asleep, and woke up to write more?

anyways have Arven being the owner of a Rotom Phone that has a Rotom that is more likely to cause deliberate mayhem, because not all Rotom Phones have Rotom that behave well. Sometimes, you get one that demands SANDWICHES in exchange for proper good behavior - for a good hour or two.

Also rip Jacq, Koraidon might be the most interesting thing around to observe, but having to fetch anything from them while it’s displaying some weird sort of nesting behavior (hence the defensiveness) sure is gonna be a hassle.

Anyways, good luck with that. Also we’re like some months away before Penny returns from Galar and the OG Player character (who is a younger child here, and doing her own thing) shows up in Paldea. Make what you will of that. :V

also do not correct me on Clavell’s name, seeing as the name itself IS the Spanish word for Carnation, and if I want to reflect  that well, it MEANS we gotta get rid of  the second L - which is the way it’s spelled in Spanish, so don’t mind me (It’s also the way it’s most commonly spelled in other languages, especially the original Japanese, so idk why they decided to add the second L to the name, given the name’s origins and the setting in the Iberian Peninsula and the language’s rules about two Ls versus singular L).

The only reason I keep the spelling here is because I can’t always explain myself like I can in my writing, so OOP. But just know that this is why I say I am gonna flip flop between English names and Japanese, as well as Spanish (because some of the Spanish names overlap more with Japanese, versus the outliers English can have due to past localization choices).

#klonoa writes #its 6 am #arven #pokemon #pokemon scarlet and violet spoilers #pokemon scarlet and violet #no manches (fanfic) #scarnoa (oc) #feel free to ask me about scarnoa #or anyone in this blurb really

[twdmusicboxmystery]

New Cast Announced for Spinoff

@wdway:

I have no idea how I found all of this but I thought you guys would like to see it.

@wdway:

Somehow I ended up on a Tweeter site (I'm not on Twitter) you guys might want to check it out. Norman Reedus Network.

The Screencast one has the actors with character names which is very helpful to us I think.

I don't see a character named Camila on here that had a pizza wrist scar box from the other day. Reading a lot into that. Please correct me if you guys see it anywhere and I'm just missing it.

Oh, Dary does have his vest and leg wraps in the spin-off.

Interesting sweater it reminds me of the CRM.

@galadrieljones:

Nice catch!!

Interesting that Clemence Poesie is playing a character named Isabelle. Another character name repeat. I think the other one spells it Isobel but it’s still the same name.

@wdway:

Yes that is interesting isn't it.

@galadrieljones:

Also it’s worth noting that these are all French actors. We haven’t heard anything about any Americans or “familiar faces,” which didn’t Gimple say he’s be running into some characters who have been “lost”?

@wdway:

A connection between Fear an DD spin-off

@galadrieljones:

I think lots of ppl speculated Heath. I think he might run into Hope and Terry Ellis. Just speculation based on the dialogue in the WB coda, in which the scientist woman mentions the word “hope” like four times and has a whole folder to TB Ellis papers on her hard drive.

@wdway:

Norman has said it and probably Gimple.

@galadrieljones:

I also think Beth will be there but I’m biased lol

@wdway:

And you have us as company.

@galadrieljones:

I literally cannot wait all the way until May for Fear

@wdway:

Again you have company on that one too.

I'm trying to not hope to see Beth but part A of Fear is still set a few years (maybe 6) years behind TWD so she could be anywhere in present time. Like France. My understanding is Fear part B will have a time jump to the present.

@galadrieljones:

All the French stuff makes me want to go back to Davon. I know we went after that one pretty hard but I was super postpartum when that came out and like I need to watch it again with a level head. French speaking characters and actors, missing children, main character is a fish out of water trying to find his way back to his family, falls for a girl who plays piano, PPP card, mysterious green bleach liquid/sulfuric acid in a bucket, facial dismemberment (re:Dwight). Just so much there.

@wdway:

Agreed. Do you remember the name of the main female character?

@galadrieljones:

Nora is the love interest and Amanda is the one who dies

Arnaud is the young man who kills the child

@wdway:

Thanks.

@galadrieljones:

Also another weird probably poppies reference in the sweeties that Arnaud gives the kids. Probably an opioid sedative, which becomes a Wizard of Oz thing.

Also this is kind of a stretch, but I read recently that the episode Davon was originally called “Acadia,” as in the former French colony of Acadia, which is where Madawaska is located in Maine, along with places in Canada. When I looked that up, I learned that there are also Acadians in southern/French Louisiana, which is referred to as Acadiana.

Acadians are now just commonly called Cajuns. That dude in “Nebraska” mentions that he heard the Coastguard is “sitting in the gulf,” sending ships to the islands. Possibility we meet French ppl in the gulf, in Fear? Or Acadians who speak Creole languages, or French. Idk just an association I made because my brain can’t stop lol. There is so much in terms of associations right now, with Fear being where it’s at, and Gimple poaching from early seasons to plant entire plot arcs.

Iris from Nebraska also wants to go to the Louvre. Hope is with with Dr. Ellis in NY. Daryl is in France. Kids are missing. What is going onnnn...?

@wdway:

Now my mind is spinning with possibilities.

@galadrieljones:

I know the feeling lol

@wdway:

I had forgotten about the Cajuns guy from s2 Nebraska. Great catch. I remember that there was a lot of western objects in the bar.

@galadrieljones:

Another one on the list to rewatch for the twentieth time.

Also forget that Emily is from Nebraska, certainly a coincidence but not one that tptb will let go to waste

@wdway:

I'm also thinking about Daryl and Beth setting the moonshine on fire using a stack of $20 Andrew Jackson bills. Andrew Jackson was the commander of the Battle if New Orleans in the war of 1812. Another of many French connections.

@galadrieljones:

Yes good catch!! Now I’m just thinking about all the possibilities…

#beth greene #beth greene lives #beth is alive #beth is coming #td theory #td theories #team delusional #team defiance #beth is almost here #bethyl

[wheelercore]

So alongside the Wheeler name post I also want to do a name post for the Creels because I think that's also interesting!

Virginia:

Meaning "pure virgin maid"

Without going literally insane from talking about Virginia and her being an antithesis to The Virgin Mary, etc etc- again these name meaning seem to correlate to societal expectations. Characters literally being named after what their supposed to be rather than who they are. A unmarried woman is supposed to hold her virginity in high esteem, often unmarried women who weren't virgins at this time were seen as undesirable... And Virginia... Well let's say that she has some interesting subtext in that department.

Victor:

Meaning "winner" or "conqueror"

Victor is a member of the Greatest Generation and a WW2 vet. Obviously his name reflects this idea of war glory, as you would expect from how WW2 was regarded as a win and a massive victory. However, Victor's own secrets: his trauma and guilt from the orders he took and the families he burned and killed, his possible untreated PTSD. Again, it's the irony.

There's also an interesting Christian context to this name. It's not a Biblical name, however it's been used to symbolism Christ's victory over sin. Also pretty funny given that Victor was not, in fact, victorious over sin. He kept so many of his own family's sins a secret.

Alice:

Meaning "of nobility"/"of noble kin" and "exalted"

Now we don't know much about Alice so it's hard to make an interpretation but! If I'm correct and Alice isn't Victor's biological daughter, well "of nobility" surely is pretty telling isn't it? I've read enough GRRM's ASOIAF books. I did my time as a Jon Snow fangirl. I know how 'bastard' children in noble families (at least from the fantasy I've seen) are treated as lesser than their "noble blood" counterparts. Again, it's the irony. Alice is expected to be a child of both Victor and Virginia, however she isn't. She isn't "of noble kin", per se.

However she is treated as she is- which gets me to the 2nd interpretation. This is referring to how Alice is hinted to be the golden child, favored by Virginia and Victor- "exalted".

Henry:

Meaning "ruler of the home"

Now this is fascinating. We're reaching levels of irony that shouldn't be possible. Henry was quite the opposite of the "ruler" of his home. He was the outcast. The "different" one in his family. The one who was treated like a "mistake".

However, you could argue once he developed his powers the power dynamic of the house shifted. Now it was Henry who "held up the mirror" to his family. Hes the one who had them scared and helpless. He "ruled" the home and he played with their fears and exposed their true selves.

There is also Henry's time of the lab- the same occurrence. Powerless to powerful when the soniteria (is that how you spell it idk) is taken out of him. Same in the UD.

#anyways ill stop spamming the henry tag now. only to sleep tho. ill be back. #i prommy #henry creel #victor creel #virginia creel #alice creel