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Traitor (2010 Predator x Fem! Reader) Pt. 2

Yall ate this up like a nice bowl of mama’s chili

(I’m stupid as fuck)

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Being forced to follow beings you didn’t like wasn’t unusual for the typer of placement you had in your life, when you first met Berserker, you hated him, oh you hated him.

You had been born on a planet much like the one you were on, while your DNA was human, you had never been to Earth before, your parents often taught you of the many things that went on Earth, but soon their numbers were called, and they were taken away to be hosts for face-huggers. By the time you came of age you had managed to make a friend, a young yautja who looked a bit different than the others who surrounded him, his eyes were much more sunken, and his jaw and mandibles were larger than normal, many mocked him, or you thought they were mocking him.

Before you could be used as a host for a face-hugger, you were a servant for the Elders of the tribe, often skinning meat, and preparing meals for those who had just had a successful hunt. Berserker would often watch you, and tease you that he was going to rip your spine off, often cornering you in buildings threatening to take your life then and there, and no one would bat an eye.

You often cried yourself to sleep in fear of being brutally murdered, but this was the life you were born into. As you grew older to adulthood, so did Berserker, even though he was still technically older than you as they age slower, (say you were like 11 when you were a servant he was a bit bigger than you already but like a teen in their eyes, so like 30 something in human years don’t quote me on this I’m so sleepy), when you were brought up to age, you and those in your same age group, were brought up to the Elders chambers, which served as the meeting room. There they were designating where each of you will be sent, whether that be into slavery for life, or being sent off planet to be hunted.

When the Elder came to you, he held the marker covered in acid (much like the xenomorph blood used in Alien vs. Predator), a voice spoke up, that of the Berserker predator, who had grown rather large, larger than those who had made fun of him in the past, he had proven to his Elders in his time to be a mighty hunter and warrior, bringing honor and glory to the Hunters clan.

“Wait!”, he spoke up, causing the Elder to growl in his direction for interrupting this ceremony.

“What is it?”, Elder hissed in his direction,

“I wish to take her as my own,”

“To eat?”

“To mate”

It took a bit of convincing amongst the Elders to see if this was even allowed, but the oldest Elder, dubbed Vi’kor, spoke out on how in the past their kind has mated with those of different species before, often to create stronger hybrid offspring, adding to his argument that Berserker has proven himself time and time again on the battlefield, allowing him to have his pet is a suitable reward.

And like that, you were chosen by Berserker as a mate, he didn’t force himself upon you, but as tradition is important to them, the two of you were to go on a hunt together, somewhere off planet, and as the story goes, the two of you grow closer, perhaps it was the time he rescued you from a large bear tiger beast, or when you helped tend to the wounds he received while protecting you, but the two of you meshed together rather well.

The two of you staring into a fire, where his latest kill was being roasted over the fire, he didn’t prefer this cooked meat idea, but your stomach couldn’t handle raw meats such as these.

While tending over the fire, you began to poke at the meat, trying to see if the meat was cooked all the way through, suddenly feeling the graze of your mates fingers upon your back, you slowly turned your head to look at him.

“Yes?” you asked, turning to look at him

“You are very small...I could hurt you at any moment,” he replied, clicking his mandibles

“Yes you could,” you mumbled, feeling uneasy, and turning back to look at the meat.

While you did this, a second hand found its way around your waist, and you felt his chest press against your back, his odd attempt at a hug.

“I will protect you then,” he whispered into your ear

“Thank you...” you replied, touching his bicep with your hand.

That night, you were truly mated, your bond only growing stronger over the years, eventually as yautja do, he wished for offspring, but not wanting to lose you possibly from any complications, he took you to the best healers his clan had to offer. That year you were poked and prodded, bruises from bloodwork, and other types of medicines on your body, it all took a toll.

Laying in the nest of his chambers, a metal bowl that hovered above the ground, filled with pelts and furs, you lay, resting after another healer visit. You could hear the door open, and the heavy footsteps of Berserker enter. You didn’t dare move, you were too sore, too tired, you simple gave a whimper to acknowledge his presence.

“You are tired?” he asked, sitting on the edge of the nest, taking his large hand and brushing your hair back (or down if you have curly hair).

“I am very sore, but I’ve been sore before” you chuckled, turning over to look at him

“I am sorry...” he grumbled, taking his hand back

“It is okay, I’m doing this for you,”

“If it becomes too much, you can stop”

You smiled and placed your hand onto the hand that was on your head, rubbing your thumb against his wrist.

“I can handle it love”

He quickly stood up, and stormed out of the room, love was not a term that was used often in his native tongue, guilt washed over him, and he began to realize that he cherished you more than his desire for an offspring.

He was on his way to the healers quarters to call the whole thing off, but once he entered the healer greeted him calmly and informed that the tests were a success, and that you could carry a pup to term.

Excitement washed over him, as he rushed back to your shared home, throwing himself onto the nest with you, you jumped up startled.

“What is wrong?” you said, panic in your voice taking over

“You can carry my child!” he replied, pinning you to the bed, ready to take you in that moment

“Wait!” you gasped, as he began to reach for your lower skirt

“What is wrong?”

“It is my time”, you mumbled, embarrassed

Like a clock ticking it took him a moment to understand what you meant, and like bait in a trap, he understood.

“Very well, we will get you pregnant next month, but for now...”he growled reaching for your skirt once again.

And here you were currently, following humans who had in fact been born on Earth, those had seen war, those who committed crimes, some worse than others.

The group continued to walk throughout the forest, eventually forcing you to a clearing, familiar foliage became known and you felt your heart skip a beat as you realized you were closer to camp.

Feeling your excitement over take you, you began to quicken your pace, which surprised Isabelle, she took note of you, hoping maybe your head trauma was fading away. Someone else took note of your excitement, but not in a good way. Royce didn’t trust you, not one bit.

Soon the group came up to the trophy pillar, where disregarded trophies of past hunts were left behind as a remembrance. About a mile from the camp, the group and you were ambushed by a dead mans trap, before you could fall into a high tech bear trap, you felt an invisible hand grip your back, and pull you back, throwing you on your ass to the ground, while the others were scrambling to not get murdered.

You knew it was Tusk, who else could it be, he was watching over you. You began to scan the tree line looking for possible vantage points he could be hiding in. Your eyes landed on a large sturdy branch that was shaking, as if something large was on it.

Smiling you waited walked around the traps, trying to take note of any traps that might also be armed nearby.

As Edwin was freaking out, and Royce and Nikolai investigated the dead corpse who had set the traps that had just gone off, you could hear the sounds of familiar running steps. The sound of your beloved hunting dog panting could fill your ears, same as the rest of the groups. Isabelle quickly grabbed you, pulling you behind her, as they began to fire at the monsters you called your pets.

Berserker had gotten you a dog as protection when you often left their home station to forage in the nearby bramble for fruits and berries for yourself, you didn’t have a name for him, as you just called him your sweet.

Seeing the familiar face of your dog charging towards you, Isabelle lifted her rifle up to take aim at your dog, thinking quickly you pushed her gun into the air, causing the gun fire to miss him just barely. They had managed to shoot and kill one of the other dogs, but before yours could excitedly jump up at you to lick your face as he usually does, Falcon blew the whistle in the distance, sweet looking at you whimpering, and then retreating back into the forest.

The group began to argue, mad at what was going on, Isabelle was mad at you for shoving her gun away, but what could she do, you weren’t talking to anyone. Nikolai dragged one of the corpses into the center of the group for everyone to inspect.

“We’re being hunted” he said, spitting on the corpse, much to your annoyance.

“They sent the damn dogs after us!” Stans shouted, kicking dirt in any direction he could, and then his eyes landed on you again, you shuffled and hid behind Mombasa, who understood the assignment and placed his hand in front of you as protection.

Stans launched himself at Mombasa, putting his small knife to Mombasa’s neck, demanding one of of his weapons as protection. Mombasa, sliding his rifled between the two of them, threatening to end his life, along with his own.

Once the group calmed down a bit from realizing they were hunting game, you continued the walk towards the camp. Your impatience growing with every stop, first Isabelle wanted to show that they were in fact, not on Earth, Royce pointing out they had been there for hours, and it’s as bright as it was when they landed. Dread began to settle over the group, on everyone besides you that is.

Soon enough, you found the familiar markings of the Jungle Hunters clan pillars, and you began to smile wide as the thought of being with your love again began to wash over you.

But of course your joy was short lived, as Royce just had to go bother the young yautja that was chained in the center of the camp, he began to roar and growl at the sight of all these humans, and then his eyes settled on you, cursing you out in their native tongue. While everyone started freaking out, the familiar sound of clicking filled your ear, as you turned to see nothing, knowing your mate was close by, you began to walk away from the group, hoping to feel at home once again. But before you could step too far, Stans ran up and tried grabbing your arm to pull you back.

“Where the hell are you goin?” he snarled, his stupid face was first confused, but it was swapped with fear, as a plasma blast shot between the two of you.

Berserker had fired a warning shot at Stans, as a warning not to touch his mate, soon one by one Falcon, Tusk and Berserker began to turn off their cloaks, showing themselves.

“Shit!” Isabelle shouted, quickly running to your side, and grabbing your arm once again, and with the group, you all began to run away from the camp. You tried stomping into the ground, trying to stop them from taking you away.

“Why can’t you run?” she shouted, at you stopping for a second to scold you like a child.

Mombasa quickly rushing over to help, he grabbed you, and began to drag you with him, the familiar beeping in your breast cup started again, and you quickly pulled yourself away from Mombasa, as he was impaled by a spear trap, causing his gun to go off, a bullet barely grazing your leg, you sneered in pain and agony.

Nikolai quickly ran over, fireman carrying you off the camp, Berserker sending more firing shots in your general direction, trying not to harm you, but trying to scare them off of you. No one was paying any attention to where they were running off to, and soon you all ran off a cliff into a lake.

The cold water rushing over your body as the stinging pain of hitting water hit your body, you began to struggle under the water, Falcon had sent his drone over the waters to see if you were okay as her Alphas orders, once he saw you break the surface of the water, he took note of the rest of the humans and where they seemed to be heading and recalled his drone.

You weak attempts at swimming didn’t go unnoticed, as Royce grabbed the back of your collar, and threw you onto the ground on the shore bank.

“You know what those things are! The both of you!” he shouted towards Isabelle and you.

You didn’t say anything, as your leg was hurting. Nikolai came over and tore the bottom half of his shirt off, Edwin quickly rushing over and bandaging your leg, seeming to take too much time touching your skin, you felt fear rush over your body.

Isabelle sighed, and explained that before, when she was off in the jungles on Earth, her men and her had been taken off one by one, she was injured and it seemed to leave her alone, explaining that those who had seen the beast described it the same way that the young yautja looked.

Royce spit on the ground, and pointing at the rest of the group.

“No more secrets, especially from you” he snarled, pointing at you.

“She can’t even talk, let alone keep a secret, what could she know?” Isabelle stated, standing in between you to, as to protect you from Royce.

As the group continued on, the familiar red dots of a plasma rifle crossed over the whole group, Royce turning his face to look at the yautja mask that uncloaked before you.

“What the hell are you?” Royce whispered, not realizing that whatever this was, it was not in fact a yautja.

“I’m alive” he said, removing his mask to reveal that he, Noland, was in fact a human same as them.

Seeming to have no other options, the group and you followed Noland to his makeshift home, in the wreckage of left behind ships from many seasons ago. One by one Noland lead the group into his home, but stopping to give you a weird look.

Noland began to explain that he had been trapped on this planet for ten seasons, and each season they just send bigger and stronger yautja, stopping to look at you.

“I know you” he said, pointing at you with a shaky hand.

Your face began to burn red, as fear overcame your body.

“Wait you know her?” Edwin asked, turning his between the two of you

“Yeah I know her, I think, do you? No not that one the other one, now you’re just being stupid”, Noland replied, but he seemed to just have a conversation with himself.

“Earth to captain insanity” Royce snapped, “How do you know her?”

“Well, I haven’t see her per say, I’ve seen them talk on those wrist watches they got, little pictures hovering over their arms, sometimes they call others, one of them though, is really ugly, but always has this girl on his lap, kind of looks like her”

Like a lightbulb moment going off in his head Royce turned his gun to look at you. “That’s why you won’t talk! You fucking live with them don’t you! What are you? Like their pets or something?”

“Woah back off fucker!” Isabelle shouted, pointing her gun towards Royce.

You began to cry, tears stinging at your eyes, but that wasn’t the only thing stinging your eyes, as Noland had started a fire in an attempt to kill you all and take your equipment.

“Noland what the hell!” Royce yelled, everyone seemed to drop the issue at hand and move on to survival, Stans kicking down the at a loose wall panel. Everyone else was screaming, the beeper in your breast cup was beeping louder, trying to alert someone who was nearby of your location.

Nolan dies off somewhere because honestly fuck him girly pop.

Soon Stans screams and cries for help continued to echo along with each kick of the wall panel. After a bit, the smoke began to die down, Tusk had put out the fire nearby, the beeper got louder and louder, and when Stans ran over to you to see what that sound was, he shamelessly dug around in your breast cups, pulling out your tracker, holding it up for everyone to see.

“The bitch lead them right to us!” he shouted, turning to you quickly, punching you across the face, knocking you to the ground.

Isabelle quickly ran over, hitting him with the butt of her rifle, and kneeling down next to you.

“Knock it off, I’m sure she has her reasons,” she shouted

Stans was held back by Nikolai and Royce, everyone started yelling, and shame washed over you, and in typical fashion you bowed your head to the ground.

“I’m sorry!” you shouted, and silence was quick, as this is the first time anyone had heard your voice.

“Speak,” Isabelle said, rubbing your back, “Tell them you’re trapped here like us.”

“I am not! I am here with my mate! I did not mean to be here with you! I just...haven’t seen another human in so long, but I’m not supposed to interfere..”

“You fucking BITCH!” Stans shouted, spitting at your face, Isabelle looked at you, knowing she defended someone who potentially got them all killed.

Before anyone else could respond, you began to cry out.

“Tusk!” you sobbed out loud, and as soon as you finished you cry for help, the panel where Stans was kicking, suddenly was punched from the opposite side, knocking it loose, and then knocking it down.

A terrifying silence fell over the ship, as nothing came from the hole, and no one dared move. Seeing this as your chance, you quickly tried to rush to the hole, but when half your body managed to get halfway out, Stans broke off and stomped into your back, causing you to cry out in pain.

A roar could be heard echoing off the walls of the ship, and while everyone momentarily took in their surroundings, you quickly slipped past through the hole, and began to rush down the seemingly empty hall.

Royce, Nikolai, Isabelle, Edwin, Hanzo (I hate that they named him this), and Stans began to follow you. Eventually making their way out of the ship, you quickly ran into the fog ahead, knowing that Berserker would probably be waiting for you with open arms. Seeing that you’re trying to escape them, Stans rushes ahead, and tackles you to the ground, taking a fist full of your head, momentarily whispering vile things into your ear as you laid under him.

The rest of the group caught up and didn’t even try to pull him off of you, but they wouldn’t let him do anything too rash. While the two of you struggled against the ground, a roar echoed over the group.

Stans quickly, full of fear jumped off of you, you continued to cry in pain in the dirt. Before anyone's eyes, you seemed to float off the ground, bridal style. One by one Berserker, Tusk, and Falcon turned their cloaks off.

“Oh fuck,” Royce said, taking a step back.

You continued to cry into your mates shoulder, he quickly placed you on your feet, and with his large hands began to scan your body for injury, seeing the fresh bruise on your face from the punch, his finger gently tapped on your face, causing you to wince in pain, seemingly to ask, “Who did this?”

Through your tears, you pointed to Stans, and pulled Berserker close, whispering into his ear area (they don’t have ears), of how he had continuously touched your body, and the vile things he whispered to you just now.

A rage washed over your mates body, as he caressed your face with his large hand, he turned back to the ground, and roared towards Stans, taking out a small blade, firing it at Stans leg, making him scream out in pain, knocking him to the ground.

The rest of the group went to take a step back, but were stopped by Falcon and Tusk, as to make sure they were going to see their own fates soo enough.

While Stans was on the ground, he tried crawling towards you, as to beg for mercy, but as soon was his hands reached out and touched the hem of your skirt, your mate came up behind him, pulling his wrist bladed out, he hooked into Stans back, making him scream in agony as blood began to spill out of his mouth. Berserker raised Stans to the sky, pulling his blades back, causing his body to one again fall to the ground, Stans screaming in agony as blood began to flood the ground under him.

As a final statement of his status, Berserker reached his hands into the back wounds of Stans, gripping his spine, retrieving the trophy of Stans, his spine and skull. Raising it to the sky, and roaring into the night of his victory, Berserker made a show of making sure the rest of the group would see what he was capable of, Falcon and Tusk then moved back, allowing the rest of the group to run off into the night. Berserker turned to you again, and knelt down, holding the trophy out to you, as a gift.

Smiling you took it into your hands, blood coating your fingers, knowing this is his way of saying sorry, you took his hand into yours, and the four of you began to walk back to your camp.

Once there you took a needed rest in your makeshift shelter, Mombasa’s body still sitting in the trap as flies began to feast on his flesh. Laying down on the large fur that was laid out for you, you tried to close your eyes for a needed rest. But soon you began to feel the familiar pressing of your mates member, pressing into your back.

Turning over rather fast, you grabbed into your mates chest plate, pulling him onto of you. Oh you had missed him, he wasted no time ripping your skirt off of your body. Then tearing his loin cloth off of himself, exposing all of his length to you, forcing himself into your already wet entrance, pulsing himself into you repeatedly, over and over, feeling that you were not showing enough skin to his liking, he grabbed your breast cover, and tore it off of your body.

With every thrust of his torso, he watched your breasts wobble up and down with every thrust. You began to moan aloud, causing your mate to growl like a beast into the forest, Falcon and Tusk were currently sitting on the other edge of camp, pretending this wasn’t happening currently.

Berserker clawed into your legs, gripping you closer to him, he pulled you to sit up and look at him, but he still had that mask on.

“The mask.” you moaned, “Off please...”

He quickly ripped off his mask to show all of his face, his mandibles clicking, soft purrs emanating from his chest. Snuggling your face into his neck, he continued to thrust up into you, his hand grasping your butt with every thrust, his claws sinking into your skin, small droplets of blood began to drip out, but this was something you were used to. Whimpering into your mates ear, you could feel the pool of pleasure reaching its brim, you began to convulse as your orgasm shook you to your core, the tightening of your body sent your mate over the edge, and he reeled his head back in pleasure, roaring into the night sky.

Afterword, he laid you back down onto your furs, and began to pet your hair.

“I am sorry I let you get hurt, I failed you as a protector” he whispered

“It’s fine love, you’re here now that's all that matters.” you replied, tracing your hands across his chest.

Quiet purrs could be heard, he truly was happy you were back in his reach.

Everything seemed to be okay that night, you rested within the arms of Berserker, unknowing of the danger of the humans who lurked nearby.

They knew you were the key to them getting off planet, and they knew they had to get to you soon before Berserker took you away.

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total-drama-brainrot · 29 days

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TD World Tour AU, where Noah doesn't tell Owen that Alejandro is an eel in London... In Area 51, Noah is accidentally splashed with an alien truth potion (which wears off after a few days) and he talks to Owen... Owen asks Noah what he truly thinks about Alejandro, and Truth-Potion Affected Noah says this: "I have mixed feelings for Alejandro. He's a brilliant, interesting guy and I like him, but I don't trust him. He's like a slippery eel dipped in grease, swimming in motor oil. Basically, Heather with social skills. Wait a minute, why am I telling you this?!"... What if Alejandro secretly heard Noah call him all those conflicting things + Alejandro also learns that Noah is affected with an alien truth potion? 👽

Alright, you got me. I'm an absolute sucker for truth potion plots, especially when the character(s) effected by them are usually either pathological liars or incredibly secretive- of which Noah absolutely falls into the second category, given he shares so little personal information.

I'll gloss over why Noah declined to shit-talk Alejandro in London (though there's so many ways this change in behaviour could be justified) since the focal point of this hypothetical centred around their time in Nevada, so let's start from the beginning of the Area 51 challenge.

Area 51:

Before we start, it'll have to be established that no one was eliminated in London. Let's say that the majority vote went towards Duncan (team CIRRRRH voted him out immediately because they found his re-admission to the competition unfair, I guess. I imagine he'd also vote himself, if not as a plan to escape the competition he'd been actively skiving from, then just as an act of spite) but Chris instead claimed it was a rewards challenge- much like he does in Greece- because he doesn't want to let Duncan slip away again so soon.

I see no reason to alter the first part of the challenge- the sneaking into Area 51 portion- since team CIRRRRH's course of entry is fairly straightforward. Noah's presence doesn't make much of a difference to how it would play out; the majority of them throw their rocks and run, Owen gets lasered over the fence and Owen-napped, ect ect.

When both teams have managed to make their way into the Black Box Warehouse, Noah immediately suggests they should prioritise rescuing Owen. Tyler's quick to agree, since he's a firm believer in the "no man left behind" mentality (and he probably makes a not-so-subtle jab towards Noah for his chance of tune compared to London, where both he and Owen did leave Tyler behind) leaving Duncan and Alejandro to split from the group- Duncan in search of Gwen, and Alejandro just takes the opportunity to finally be free from his 'incompetent teammates' and prioritises finding an artifact.

Noah and Tyler come across the contraption Owen's trapped in, Tyler punches it in a futile effort to break it open, and the face hugger cube drops into Noah's hands. This is where the point of divergence comes into play; Tyler has his E.T. moment with one of the face huggers, but Noah- who's a tad bit more observant than Alejandro, and used to dodging surprise attacks from his various older siblings (and Izzy)- anticipates his own face hugger attack and promptly starts a game of cat-and-mouse with a taser alien hot on his heels.

The commotion of which attracts the rest of his team. Alejandro and Duncan arrive on the scene to see Tyler being electrocuted by an alien and Noah running in circles evading another.

Duncan attempts to rip the face hugger from Tyler's face, finding success at the cost of sending Tyler trampling into Owen's captive contraption (essentially taking Alejandro's canonical place in this scene) and inadvertently freeing Owen.

Meanwhile, Alejandro swipes up the nearest box he can find and snags the alien chasing Noah, who's still very loudly panicking as he flees, and succeeds! The alien is swiftly captured into the box, netting team CIRRRRH their artifact, and Noah promptly goes careening into the nearest tower of junk in his face hugger-fuelled hysteria. This causes another box to topple from the peak of the tower, landing directly on Noah's head and spilling its contents onto the bookworm- glass vials filled with a mysterious, luminescent cobalt blue liquid shatter into pieces drenching Noah in whatever they contained. (i.e. truth potion.)

Owen has his false-amnesia moment, characterised by his Joker makeover, and Alejandro enacts his revenge post-hypnotic suggestion after being addressed as "Al" one too many times.

Noah, understandably, swiftly objects to Owen's treatment and demands that Alejandro snap him out of it. Alejandro concedes, and Owen's brought back to himself. At least, for a moment, before the fatigue of having his mind messed with sends Owen into near-catatonia (the same as canon), meaning he has to be ferried through the Warehouse and back to the Jet by Alejandro and Duncan.

Things carry on canonically from there; Noah's just sort of there for the most part, though there'd be a minor hint to his newfound proclivity for honesty. Something along the lines of him giving an uncharacteristically honest answer to Owen as to who he's voting- Tyler, of course, since he was the one who ultimately threw the challenge for them... and also because Tyler still holds some resentment towards Noah for what happened in London, and Noah feels guilty about it every time he looks at the jock. Wait, why did he say that?

Sometime between this and the elimination scene, Noah wipes the truth-goop off of himself, but not before the effects have already started.

Tyler's voted out, yada yada yada.

The Jet:

Thus begins the start of "Picnic at Hanging Dork". Team CIRRRRH, consisting of just Alejandro, Duncan, Owen and Noah, are slumming it up in the Economy Cabin. Alejandro tries to rally his team by asking how to break apart Courtney and Heather's tentative co-operation. Owen suggests having Alejandro seduce Heather, since it worked for both Bridgette and Leshawna. Duncan makes his "Babe Olympics" comment. Noah pipes up that playing with someone's feelings is pretty scummy, even for someone competing for a million dollars.

Alejandro takes Noah's reluctance towards his methodology poorly; he hadn't spoken up before, when Alejandro had utilized the same strategy against other girls- and even Owen noticed that, so surely Noah did too- so why was he to outwardly against him using the same tricks? Duncan agrees, and offers ''his'' idea of having Alejandro flirt with Courtney to throw both her and Heather off their games (since Heather has an obvious crush on Alejandro), and things follow canon.

Then, the scene between Alejandro and Courtney happens. Noah scoffs at the display from the side lines, prompting Owen to ask him why he's so against Alejandro's plan.

"I mean, you never said anything before, when he flirted with Bridgette and Leshawna." Owen comments, light-hearted in nature but with an underlying questioning tone.

Noah's eyes flicker with a cobalt glow, easily mistaken for a trick of the light, and he speaks without even thinking.

"Yeah, because I was trying to give him the benefit of the doubt. Bridgette was happenstance, and Leshawna's whole deal could've been a coincidence, or some massive misunderstanding. But this?" Noah extends an accusing hand out towards a smug looking Alejandro, then pans it over to a flattered Courtney, "He's outright toying with Courtney's feelings after she was cheated on in front of an international audience. It's scummy."

Owen nods in understanding, momentary contemplation evident in the pouted curve of his lips, and he chimes in.

"Does that mean you don't like Al?"

"I never said that."

"Well, how do you feel about him, then?"

Again, a flash of blue light against the hickory backdrop of Noah's eyes, and he responds thoughtlessly.

"I guess I have mixed feelings about him. On the one hand, he's slippery, like an eel dipped in grease, swimming in motor oil. He's like if you took all of the worst aspects of Heather, wrapped them up in a pretty package, and gave them social skills..." He holds his hands out before him in a scale-like manner, with the left tipped downwards and tie right raised by his chin. Then, the two hands swap positions.

"And on the other hand, he's brilliant. I've never met anyone as talented as Alejandro; he's smart, he's athletic, he's funny. It's almost unfair just how perfect everything about him is- even his face is perfect. It's ridiculous! Infuriating, even. It's so hard to dislike him, even when I know he's bad news, but that doesn't mean I trust him."

Owen stands slack jawed beside his best friend, both impressed and stunned at the raw honesty of Noah's tirade. Noah, now a little more aware of himself, realises that he's said more than he intended to- more than he thinks he's ever spoken in one go throughout the entirety of Total Drama. He's not usually one for speeches, after all, let alone honest ones.

He's always been the type to play his cards close to his chest, so why...?

"I, uh, didn't mean to go off like that."

And he also didn't mean to admit it, either. What was going on?

The look Owen gives him is, in a word, vivid. The blonde has a shit-eating grin stretching across his face, a sort of elated smugness practically glowing from his features.

"Sounds like someone has a cruuuush!~"

What? No? No! Not at all, where would Owen even get that idea?!

Noah splutters to correct Owen's assumption (to disastrous results, because he does sort-of has a crush on Alejandro, so the truth potion doesn't allow him to outright deny it), and in his preoccupied state he misses how a calculating pair of sage green eyes never seems to stray from him.

Alejandro has a lot to think about in regards to a certain cynic, it seems.

#I'd like to apologise for taking this idea and running with it.#Cutting myself off here before I breach 2k+ words or else I'll be here all day.#Sort of entered actual Writing Mode at the end there instead of Outline Mode but this idea is. So Full Of Potential I couldn't help myself.#But from here it'd basically be Alejandro using his newfound knowledge of Noah's crush on him to his advantage.#Whilst Noah's doing his best (and failing) to deny that he has any feelings for Alejandro.#Eventually leading to the two of them having a Bonding Moment where Alejandro gets Noah to divulge some personal information.#And in turn- or an effort to garner some trust (to be abused later)- Alejandro also lets himself be vulnerable towards Noah.#Something something Alejandro tries to use Noah as a pawn but ends up catching feelings of his own.#Then of course the potion wears off and Noah goes back to being just as prickly and standoffish as he was before.#A point of conflict maybe? Imagine bearing your soul out to someone only for them to close themself off to you not even days afterwards.#...Also imagine being practically forced to divulge information about yourself to someone you don't trust because of a truth potion.#Oh yeah. That's some good angst material right there.#Especially is you have Alejandro be- if not fully aware- than at least suspect that Noah's not being agreeable on his own terms.#Anon why have you given me The Thoughts?? I can't keep brainstorming AUs when I already have fics to work on!!#ophe's ranting in the tags again #total drama #td noah #td alejandro #team chris is really really really really hot #alenoah #-ish #silly ideas #other's ideas #long post #replies #kinda drafty in here (posts from the drafts)

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Can you draw Ford experiencing the horrors while being like "yaaaaayyyyyy"

guy who just found a dimension where the face-huggers from his favorite 1979 sci fi horror movie are real and is so excited to be host to an alien parasite

#sorry that you waited so long for such a messy drawing #doodles #gravity falls #ask to tag

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17/?? Inappropriate relations between hugger and face

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We return to the movie that is a menace to itself and society at large, Prometheus.

Content warning for gore, death, orifice invasion, and, unsurprisingly,

Time to kill the sacrificial side characters! Well, at least, kill the ones that have names and distinct personalities, so that you are expected to feel somewhat bad for them. And I do. They didn’t do anything bad enough to deserve this movie.

I mean, they’re going to die because the movie turns them into morons to make this scene work, but hey. They’re still doing better than the guy who managed to insult his life partner’s father, faith, and infertility in the course of two minutes.

This part of the movie, in fact, leans fully into 80s-90s slasher tropes. The people who’re having sex are all going to have various bad things happen to them throughout the movie, with their severity and dignity depending on whether they display traits considered virtuous. But Fifield the geologist has committed the cardinal sin of hotboxing his suit’s air supply while they wait out the night in the creepy alien structure, so he shall be among the first to die.

To make this work, they have decided to spend the night in the room right next to the decapitated alien body they refused to get near before. They do not seem to mind it now, nor do they find it worrying that the room on the other side of it is full of the black oil from the X-Files.

This is one of the other infamous scenes that everybody remembers about this movie. Millburn is not doing anything that a morally punitive slasher movie would declare worthy of death, but he is going to behave like a moron.

Remember I said ages ago that there was a cut scene where he apparently showed real reverence for the existence of non-humanoid, unintelligent alien life? That was meant to provide context for why he’d be so excited to see the world’s most genital-faced snake.

We, the audience, know that this is probably what’s become of some alien worms last seen being exposed to the Ominous Black Goo. Why didn’t it fully melt them like the Engineer at the start? Not explained! We, the audience weird enough to remember Prometheus twelve years after it came out, should also know that when a snake-like creature rears up, flares open a hood, and makes hissing noises, you should not try to get close to that critter. That is an angry critter, and it is going to do angry things to you.

Millburn is presented as the kind of herp-lover who finds a snakey critter cute, so he should know this too. He does not. That is impressively bad. The one impressively good thing about this scene is that the creature is largely a practical effect, save for in moments where it needs to move in ways a puppet can’t. At the same time, it’s unfortunately hard to tell that it’s real, due to its texture. This helps hide the transitions to CG, but it also leaves you less convinced that it’s there. Sometimes a more obvious puppet can still feel more threatening, because they are indisputably there.

Still, this scene is, despite the stupid context, effective at most of what it wants to do: creating a sudden, brutal spike of violence, with one small creature managing to act as an unstoppable force. Millburn’s arm is broken, Fifield is sprayed with acid blood as he tries to help and falls face-first into the black ooze, leaving Milburn to be killed by the creature as it breaks into his suit and crawls down his throat. It hits two of the usual beats of an Alien movie: acid blood, and overtones of sexual violation.

It made me feel squeamish, although that might have something to do with the fact that it has a weird parallel to a sci-fi comedy movie that had some unpleasant marketing back when I was a wee Spider: Evolution. Apparently, back in 2001, it was considered comedic to watch a giant mosquito crawl under the skin of a man’s thigh and imply that it bit him in the balls. Wee Spider did not agree with this assessment, and so now that’s burnt into my psyche.

The crew of the Prometheus is none the wiser, because nobody kept a watch on the two of them. The last interaction they had was Janek saying ‘hey, we detected movement in there with you, probably just a glitch tho, nbd’ before wandering off to have sex with Vickers.

I want to remind everyone that this is the movie that wants to deal with themes including but not limited to:

The creation and purpose of humanity

The ethical implications of creating human-level artificial intelligence

How religion intersects with science and crises of faith

Are we truly capable of grappling with any of the above

Genocide

This movie is an absolute mess. It is beautifully shot, and a competent shock-horror film when it feels like it, but that accounts for a fraction of its runtime, and basically none of the dialog.

It also fails at building tension for scenes like these, because it undercuts Alfred Hitchcock's principle of cinematic tension:

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[Video description: An excerpt from a lecture by Alfred Hitchcock:

"Four people are sitting around a table, talking about baseball, whatever you like. Five minutes of it, very dull. Suddenly, a bomb goes off. Blows the people to smithereens. What do the audience have? Ten seconds of shock. Now take the same scene, and tell the audience there's a bomb under that table, and will go off in five minutes. Well the whole emotion of the audience is totally different, because you've given them that information. That in five minutes time, that bomb will go off. Now the conversation about baseball becomes very vital. Because they're saying to you, "Don't be ridiculous, stop talking about baseball, there's a bomb under the table!" You've got the audience working. Now the only difference is--and I've been guilty of, in the picture Sabotage, of making this error, but I've never made it since--The bomb must never go off. Because if you do, you've worked that audience into a state, and then they'll get angry because you haven't provided them with any relief. That's almost a must. So a foot touches the bomb, somebody looks down, says "My god, there's a bomb." Out of the window, then it goes off, just in time."

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Prometheus tells you, over and over again, that the characters are in danger. Why are they in danger? Because they deliberately put themselves there. It's like they're a bunch of ordinance disposal experts sitting around Hitchcock's table, one of them nudges the bomb with their foot, and they look down and say "Huh! That's neat. Hey, take a poke at this, guys!"

The last bit of Hitchcock's principle is moot in this type of horror film, because there are only some characters that are positioned as being worthy of real worry on the part of the audience, which Prometheus also undermines--but not entirely. We still have a ways to go before they take his advice on that, though.

Next time:

Many posts ago, I responded to Holloway’s behavior with an invocation of Clue:

The tables shall soon turn!

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Citations for alt-text rambles

https://knowyourmeme.com/memes/thats-a-penis

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tooms

https://www.buzzfeed.com/adambvary/something-terrible-has-happened-here-the-crazy-story-of-how

#Prometheus 2012 #Prometheus (2012)#did you know this critter is officially called the hammerpede #despite “pede” meaning “legs”#none of the official names for the critters in this movie make sense #yet another thing to drive me to madness

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KYLE CROUSE: ‘Bring back the Freedom fighters’ asks, “Okay, Ian. Sonic/Aliens crossover. What happens, who gets face-hugged, chest-busted, and whose powers do the Xenomorphs get from host? And who goes Super to save the day?”

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IAN FLYNN: This is hard, ‘cause I don’t really want to wish the xenomorph upon anybody. That’s a bad way to go… KYLE: [chuckles] Uh-huh. IAN: Which stage of the xenomorph? All of them! KYLE: Any and all, yeah. IAN: Although… I now have this mental image of Amy scooping up Cream into her arms, wielding the hammer, and staring down the Queen, saying, “Get away from her, you bitch!” KYLE: I was thinking the exact same thing! [laughs] Oh man! IAN: No! I hate to rob the moment from Amy, but it should go to Blaze, ‘cause she is the flamethrower! KYLE: Oh! Oh, oh, oh, okay, yeah, yeah, yeah! Yeah! Oh… I do— Yeah, I agree with you there. Okay. IAN: Eh, it’s the— it’s both of them. They’re both rescuing— they’re both rescuing her. KYLE: It could be— it could be either way. It can go either way, but oh, man, that’s such a good one. IAN: Yo, maybe that’s it! We get away from folks being face-hugged, ‘cause the little crawlers get into, like, a Chao garden and they infect the eggs themselves. So you have, like, Perfect Chaos-esque xenomorphs. KYLE: [excited laughter] Ohhh, no! Oh! [inhales] Eggman— Eggmanland-Utani. No! IAN: [cackling laughter] KYLE: No! How could you do that? [laughing] Oh, man! [reading chat] Face-huggers to face-hug Starline? Augh! [laughs] IAN: Eh… [unintelligible] KYLE: It’s a little obvious, but… IAN: You- you worry for Big for a half-second ‘cause it does get up there and latch onto his face, but then he just kinda slurps it down and crunches it like crab. KYLE: [horrified laughter] IAN: [as Big] “That’s a little spicy…” [as other character] “It’s full of acid, Big!” [as Big] “Yeah, my tummy feels rumbly…” KYLE: [laughing, reading chat] “Alien VS Predator & Knuckles.” IAN: [cackles, then as other character] “What do you think, Knuckles?” [as Knuckles] “If it bleeds… we can kill it.” KYLE: Yeah! [laughing] IAN: Ugh, this would totally be stealing a scene from Superman VS Aliens, but Shadow gets face-hugged, and he just spits the xenomorph out. KYLE: I don’t know if I realized that was a thing. [chuckling] IAN: It’s actually— it’s been a long time. KYLE: Superman VS Aliens, wow. IAN: It’s been a long time since I read it, but it’s a really solid read from what I remember, and yeah, Supes gets face-hugged at one point, and the xenomorph starts to form in him, and he manages to just spit it out in the void of space. KYLE: Yeah. IAN: Like, dude, that is hardcore! KYLE: Wow. Wow. Shadow’s just taken to shooting ‘em, obviously. Just constantly. That’s kind of— IAN: Well, that too, yeah, sure. KYLE: Shadow’s kind of— kind of used to shooting aliens. IAN: [as Shadow] “Come on, Omega, we’re going on a bug hunt.” KYLE: [laughs] IAN: [as Omega, robotically] “Game over, man! Game over!” KYLE: [laughing] It’s just Shadow the Hedgehog 2, it’s true! IAN: There you go! KYLE:[sighs] Oh, man… oh man!

--- TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE: Please remember that nothing that is said on BumbleKast is canon! It's just some guys and their opinions occasionally spitballing ideas. If you don't like an answer, you don't have to take it as Word of God or anything like that. It's all just for fun!

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Why We Do This (dark fiction)

I too wondered why when this first started; why perfectly healthy girls let a hugger bug use their bodies this way. I mean I understood older women with the best years behind them, but young women and teen girls? Why?

But as the infestation spread and I witnessed more and more girls overwhelmed by their oviposition and birth, I started to get it. Then, when I snuck in watch a few bug parties and witnessed it close up, I knew why we do it, amazed as girls started taking two or even three bugs so they're so full of eggs they grow delirious.

Now I'm doing it too and I've learned why pregnant women are horny all the time; that heavy rolling mass undulating against my g-spot is making this feel like a drug-induced erotic dream. It's the alien hormones and the bug eggs that wriggle and roll inside our bellies that supply the constant, sweaty orgasms.

Syl inspired me when she knelt in the middle of the living room floor while Nan steadied a bug on her upturned face. Syl was an older woman, her wrinkled belly and sagged flapjack tits telling she was no stranger to pregnancy and birth. She was all used up and wanted to feel ecstasy one last time.

Syl made such sweet gagging and heaving sounds and her belly undulated as the ovipositor slid egg after egg down her gullet and into her stomach as Nan held it tight. Nan's belly too was already swollen with the eggs that would eventually hatch and force their way out when her turn came to squirm and cum and cum and cum. She would experience that after I did but before Syl.

I had two clutches of eggs incubating and slithering around inside my bloated womb by that time. I was rolling with orgasms and teasing my clit while I watched Syl take the first bug down her throat. She was cumming as she gagged and regurgitated the hormonal slurry the bugs squirt inside us.

In the corner a fresh girl lays tummy down, naked except for her sneakers that squeaked on the tiled floor when she arrived and stripped naked. She was willing to be sure, horny but scared, and when her bug latched around her hips and pressed itself into the crease of her tight bum she parted her thighs and began to tremble. Soon she was grunting like a whore as the bug took her rectally, its ovipositor reaching places she'd never felt reached before. She'd gone from scared to a bug-slut in minutes.

When Syl took the second bug down her throat, heaving wetly as she struggled to swallow her next clutch of eggs, the girl with the squeaky shoes was cumming, grinding her mound against the floor as the bug squelched inside her crease and packed her bowels with eggs. She was begging for more in desperate grunts.

Between her second and third bug, Syl looked into my eyes with a challenging bitch-grin. She was trying to outdo me after I took my second bug before anyone else and she upstaged me beautifully as she opened her throat to swallow her third ovipositor. When she finished emptying that bug she was a bloated hot mess; her pussy and blown anus flowing with girl cum and slurry, her belly round and tight like a buddha as the eggs moved in her bowels giving her long shuddering orgasms as she lay on her side, sweating and squirming on the floor.

I had time to watch the girl in the corner take her second bug in constant orgasm, her fear long gone, her sexual hunger all that mattered. Her chest and face remained on the floor, but her knees were under her, thighs wide and lifting her bug-owned bum high and proud. Her belly hung distended below like she was six months pregnant. She was facing me when she urped up the bug's slurry that had found its way up into her stomach. It's the slurry that is gushed inside us with each egg to lubricate our insides that contains the supercharged sex hormones that give us so many orgasms. It changes your body quickly; your pussy, cervix, and rectum relax, your clit throbs, your tits swell as they bloat with milk and your nipples leak. Your mind surrenders to an intense pleasure you could never imagine and everything feels like a dream.

It starts with normal orgasms as you're bug-fucked the first time, deeper ones as the slurry and eggs plump your insides, then slow cramping orgasms as your belly clenches around the unnatural and ever-moving mass inside you. Finally you're overwhelmed by the convulsive electric orgasms that curl your toes until they cramp as you tremble and shake when the pupae hatch inside you.

It's madness what we do but the hormones are why we do it. The more eggs and slurry in your belly the more hormones in your system so the more orgasms rage through your body, and of course the more bugs you birth.

I've seen girls convulsing and vomiting as orgasms roared in their bellies when the pupae start eating their way out with their needle teeth. The pain is a byproduct and the violent final orgasms are everything as girls lose their minds in the intense orgasmic storm when their bellies explode. Girls pissing, vomiting, and flopping like gutted fish as they end their lives in waves of terrible ecstasy.

I was the first to spread her legs at this bug party because I've left three others a bug-virgin knowing that as the night goes on the smell gets bad with all the burst bellies. I didn't want to smell that again, so tonight I was the first to feel the incredible strength of the crab legs clamping around my hips and bum. The first to feel the slimy heat against my pussy and the ovipositor slithering inside me, the tip flaring inside my womb. I was screaming then, not in fear nor in horror of what was happening to me, but with a sexual joy that was overpowering. I screamed that it was the best fuck of my life as plunk-plunk-plunk the bug spat the fat eggs inside my belly and gushed me full of slurry. And I loved feeling the eyes of the other girls watching me before they took their own bugs. As soon as my first let me go I pulled my second between my open thighs and took my second clutch as Syl watched me.

Now I feel like a queen, caressing my plump roiling belly, pregnant with the alien life I feel moving inside me while a girl I don't know plays with me.

Inspired by Syl, I give myself a going-away present, knowing the ovipositioning of my third clutch would still be happening when I birthed the pupae squirming in my womb. I welcomed the feeling of powerlessness as my final bug latched to my face and forced itself down my gullet and feeds me its eggs, plunk-plunk-plunk into my gurgling stomach with a gush of its fluid between each impregnation. It's like being fed orgasms.

My stomach is being stretched with fresh eggs I won't feel hatch because the ones in my womb are arching and splitting their carapaces open and squirming free like an unruly gang. I'm cumming and losing my mind. Long rolling orgasms like a sea-storm raging in my lower belly. I can feel myself squirting piss and my own juices and slurry as my g-spot throbs and my pussy and rectum prolapse from the building pressure.

I'm still gulping eggs when I shudder at the first bite on the side of my boated womb. The pain is exquisite, a sexual jolt of electricity from my clit to my gullet. I can feel the pupae growing excited inside me, thrashing inside my belly making me gag and vomit around the ovipositor in my throat, tasting the slurry coming back up, so rich with earthy hormones.

The girl playing with me backs away because this is the part we have to do alone.

Everything is speeding up, my thighs are weak and my crotch feels hollow as I kick and squirm on the floor, my toes curling from the growing power of the chain-orgasms hammering my sweat-slick body. I know my belly is about to explode and new alien life will burst out of it, and I want it. Oh god, how I want it …

… please-please-please …

… fuck yes!

#alien pregnancy #ovipositor #facehugger #consensual #emeto kink #@bredtothebrim

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Submissions for the Non-Human Showdown! Including ones that are invalid!

Fang (x2)

“🦈🦈🦈”

“He's Fang ❤”

Cody Jr (x2)

“Cody Jr! No! Not Aunty Heather!”

Mr Coconut (x2)

“The og. Should have won every season /serious”

vince the alligator (x2)

“SWEEEEP”

“The lore… so immaculate”

the don box (x2)

“bzzz i have a stupid fucking clue for you. ah fuck the interns put me in a lame outfit again”

“what id don on about he's slaying in that shirt”

wt pineapple (x2)

“ALEPINEAPPLE FOREVER!!!”

“👅🐍🐍🐍🐍”

Irene the fish (x2)

“shes so beautiful i’d kiss her too”

“The final remaining member of Team Victory after DJs elimination, Irene went on to win the million and the hearts of many.”

the chrarry baby (x2)

“Goo goo gaa gaa”

“ive got my eye on u chris mclean”

Princess Beth Doll

“I WANT TO BUY ONE SO BAD IRL!!!!! Also, this too is yuri”

Old Jester from reboot S2ep9

“I love when Damien hugged him! That's scene is soooo cute. Also I love fluffy animal!”

Bobo :)

“SEASON 2 SPOILERS Bobo is the name of the bear that had the Raj mask in season 2 episode 12 :) idk I just think he’s silly”

DJ’s bunny

the Chris-shaped cake that Julia's group made

“I wanna eat that thang”

Dramarama Cody

“He's an alien”

Theodore (MK's stuffed unicorn)

(the arts and crafts) Shed (from season 1)

“shed sweep”

that evil little seal from wt

“sooo little and evil. who can hate him”

caleb rock

“possibly the best version of him out there”

the skull duncan carved for courtney

“you cant deny how iconic it was”

eva’s mp3 player

“the most important character in td history”

heather’s various hairstyles

“possibly the most diverse and versatile entity in td historu”

pahkitew island

“The best one”

Myself

“:^)”

ryan seacrests car

“very fast”

chef's car (total dramarama and gen 4)

“MY CAR!!!!!”

alien clone cody

“AAAAAAA*explodes into green goo*”

chris's wig

“wiggin”

heather's wig

“wiggin”

total drama yum yuk happy go time candy fish tails

“You ate it!”

trents five finger shirt

“5”

princess courtney CD

“all the greatest hits!”

owens butt

“fart”

anne maria’s hair style

“Ey im walkin here”

bridgettes surfboard

“BONK”

the fake antlers from the paintball ep

“Duncney”

manitobas fedora

“served!”

beary <3

“it’s LITERALLY beary”

ripper’s world record breaking fart

“he did it”

the portrait of cody as blue boy in wt

“funny looking”

sierra’s pizza box-cum-laptop*

“she uses the internet AND eats witj it. shes a genius”

*Mod Note: this refers to cum meaning: combined with; also used as (used to describe things with a dual nature or function).

waynes accent

“Eh we play hockey eh”

mal ventriloquist doll

“aaah im evil mal doll”

alejandro puppet

“we do a little trolling”

Chef 2.0

“He made him from a cashew”

Mt. Kīlauea

“She has the mercy to have her lava not hot enough to kill Alejandro, Ezekiel, and that random intern like... Everyone say "thank you" or somethin idk. Do you think she feels bad that Alejandro ended up in a robot suit because”

Immunity idol s4-5

“They ruined it's design in the reboot boooooooo”

MK's infernape

“Listen, she's a gamer and she's based. She would totally pick chimchar in bdsp. She probably hates people who tells her to "play platinum" because that was a game made for old people.

Try and exclude this submission, I dare you. There's nothing that says I can't submit theoretical non-humans. There's a non-zero chance that MK has an Infernape and I know it's been raised to have some awesome sneaky move. If you exclude this, I bet you'd allow "Mike's Torterra" because only a grass type fan would be a fire type and MK hater!!

Julia would keep her piplup unevolved and beat her console into tiny bits when she gets to Cynthia btw”

the drone of shame

“[picks up victim and flies away] wheeee”

that giant bowl of rice they fall into in japan

“mm giant bowl of rice”

noah’s dog

“his epic dog”

celine dion cardboard cutout

“love fucking wins #duncney”

the face huggers from Area 51

“rip tyler”

ezekiel MISSING milk carton

“Sad! He died.”

the eagle chris shot and killed

“someone arrest this man. again”

the confessional

“it’s always there for you”

geoff’s splinter

“OW”

the bread from codys pants

“man i need to rewatch island. i fucking love the pants bread”

That ice cream snowman from SMS

“LISTEN. JUST BECAUSE HE IS FROM THE EPISODE THAT SHALL NOT BE NAMED DOES NOT MEAN YOU CAN NOT GIVE HIM HIS RESPECT”

bear

“the one from raptear specifically. let's go lesbians”

that pizza chase threw the challenge for

“clearly he should be with it rather than emma. chemma? chipper? chazee? nope never fucking heard of them”

Momma's Spice

“*sprinkles it on op's head* mmmm tasty”

The Gilded Chris award

WT barf bags

“give a real f to those guys. never appeared after episode 7.”

the toxic marshmallow of loserdom

“killer of staci's hair”

The lavatory confessional

“bitch is iconic. 6/8 is a passing mark!!!”

Courtney's PDA

“why wouldnt they call it a phone idk but its so camp”

The Cassowaries

“Male cassowaries are responsible for raising the young. We love an involved father.”

Fire-breathing winged mountain goats

“You could make an Undertale reference with this (also they're really cool)”

Giant Beetle

“Dott shippers will like this one”

Mutated Maggots

“They're pretty cute!”

Six-Legged Rats

“ADORABLE EEEEEEEP!!!!”

scott bird

“what a beautiful bird”

Chef's car

“It may play a role in mkulia canon”

Gethin

that rainbow porridge in episode 8 of the reboot

“aw hell naw chris cookin up the gay porridge”

The cassowary that fell in love with Zee

“We love an iconic single mother looking for love”

The rat in the cargo hold that appears on screen for 0.5 seconds during Ezekiel's solo in "Come Fly With Us"

“That rat really carried the whole song. Iconic. Astounding. Never before seen talent. Lady Gaga is shaking in her Demonias.”

The Erymanthian Boar

“It wrecked Duncan's shit in Greece.”

The dock of shame

“So many teens walked on her, i think she deserves some recognizion”

gwen's blender necklace

Zoey's hamster (Miss Puffycheeks)

“It's cute and can punch a cat, need I say more?”

#nonhuman showdown #unused submissions

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ali-r3n · 1 year

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A Vampire Named Edward…How Original {Part One}

Eddie meets some of his classmates

Vampire!Eddie Munson x Werewolf!Reader

{Series Masterlist}

A blonde girl dressed way too colorful for the type of environment she was in, ran to Eddie. She was slowly followed by another girl who looked like she belonged at Nevermore.

"Hi!" The Colorful Blonde greeted, enthusiastically. "I'm Enid. Welcome to Nevermore. I am so excited to meet you."

Eddie took a step back to avoid falling over when Enid wrapped her arms around his middle in a hug.

"Uh hi," he replied, awkwardly.

My roommate is a hugger," the other girl stated.

"Sorry." Enid broke the hug. "I just heard so much about you! I feel like I've known you my entire life!"

"I heard you ran a cult and sacrificed people to Satan."

"Wednesday!" Edin hissed as Eddie ducked his head. "I'm sorry for my roommate. She's very blunt."

"Don't apologize for me, Enid."

"It's okay and I uh didn't do that. I was framed and the 'cult' I ran was a D&D club."

Wednesday stared deep into his soul, a blank expression on her face.

"Shame."

Eddie furrowed his brows in confusion.

"Anyway..." Enid stated to change the subject. "What's D&D?"

"Dungeons and Dragons. Its a game."

"Does it involve real dragons?" Enid inquired while Wednesday asked, "Does it involve real dungeons?"

"Uh...no."

What kind of school was this?

"Are you two bothering the new kid?" An older feminine voice came from behind him.

"No!"

"Hopefully."

Eddie turned around and his eyes widened behind his shades. The most stunning girl he had ever seen stood, dressed in the black and grey striped uniform of Nevermore. She gave him a soft smile.

"Hi, I'm Y/N."

He cleared his throat. "E-Eddie, my names Eddie." His cheeks flushed.

"So, you're a vampire and you're name is Edward?"

"Yeah? What's your point?"

Y/N shrugged, though she had a slight grin on her face. "No reason."

"A vampire named Edward...how original."

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ppnuggie · 2 years

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　　　　　　XENOMORPH KING x gn human reader

　　　　『　xenomorph king ,, gender neutral human reader 』

　　-> sort of the beginning of having a king xeno s/o ?? pt 1

　　— fluff ,, sfw ,, gore warning in a way

　　— some hcs of a xeno king ,, bc ive started watching the alien series ,, and even if ive only seen the queen xeno ,, kinda interested in what the king xeno is like 👁 so heres some hcs of that ,, ig this is a oc sort of xeno ?? named him king

　　— this is a pt 1 ,, since this is more of how you met king n stuff ,, that sort of stuffies and all :) i have been watching the predator movies so hopefully ill be able to start writing for them too !!

• it was kinda confusing how it happened ,, as you were sent to a section of a certain planet with about 4 other people to research about these beings

• thankfully ,, during the process ,, your team hadn't received any injuries from the beings ,, besides getting hit in the head with a flick of their tail when theyd get too close

• even then ,, it wasnt that bad of an injury ,, and having your ship away from the hive kept the xenomorphs from finding out about your existences

• though ,, during your time spent on the foreign planet ,, the queen of the hive had died ,, leaving the rest of the hive to go into panic

• with no queen ,, reproduction would be difficult for the hive ,, as well as no order to be given out ,, and nothing to do ,, which had caused some xenomorphs to act out of line and attack one another

• of course ,, those who acted out were quickly taken care of by the upper ranking xenomorphs ,, who were not only in charge of guarding hosts when face huggers had been attached ,, but also guarding the eggs the queen would lay

• before the queen had died ,, she did lay a large clutch of eggs ,, and so the upper ranking xenos were left to hope that maybe a queen would hatch from one of them

• though a few of the eggs were quick to hatch ,, a small handful had taken quite some time ,, meaning they would be high ranking

• one day ,, a drone had snuck past the high rankings and took off with one of the eggs that had taken quite some time to hatch

• due to this ,, the drone would be hunted down by some of high rankings ,, though the drone bad found a host for the egg before it was killed off

• and the egg had hatched ,, the face hugger had implanted the chest burster ,, and then thats where you had stumbled across it

• the face hugger was long gone ,, but the host had been limping around ,, before it laid down and soon the chest burster came out

• you had watched with fascination ,, the chest burster coming out ,, its body bigger than the average chest burster

• though you werent the only one who spotted it ,, a ‘predator’ they had called them ,, had their eyes set upon the baby ,, ready to quickly exterminate it

• they hadnt noticed you ,, though ,, yet you had noticed them ,, as they had their guard down and camouflage off

• with quick thinking and planning ,, you scooped the chest burster up into your arms and quickly ran off ,, heading towards the hive to return it ,, after all this chest burster could end up being a new queen

• even if the entire xenomorph race was made to destroy and exterminate anything in their path ,, it didnt feel right to you to leave the chest burster alone and in danger

• maybe it was your crazy thoughts finally getting to you ,, maybe you had been away from earth and actual civilization for far too long ,, but you just couldnt let the hive dive further into chaos and helplessness

• after all ,, the queen did hold the whole hive together ,, and without the queen the hive had nothing to do but turn into chaos

• you did successfully get the chest burster to the hive ,, without being caught by the predator or any lurking xenomorphs thankfully ,, and let the chest burster down to the entrance

• it turned its head to the side ,, before making its way towards the hive ,, where you could easily hear a shriek from one of the higher rankings

• a small smile had made its way to your face ,, and soon you left to go back to the ship and to the rest of your crew

• a year later ,, you were out gathering meat from one of the local creatures that had been deamed safe enough for consumption

• whilst out ,, the predator who you had seen before was there ,, unbeknownst to you ,, with a couple of his clan mates

• the word must have spread that humans were on the planet ,, and that one in particular had taken a chest burster with them

• as the yautja were preparing to rid of your existence ,, a lurking xenomorph that had hidden from their radar had popped from its hiding spot

• its crest was big ,, and so was its size ,, mass equivalent to a queen yet a bit smaller ,, however it was too big to be a guardian / knight

• hearing its shriek made you look up ,, seeing the large creature and a few surprised yautja with their camouflage down

• your immediate reaction was to run and hide ,, making your way under some leaves that had grown from the ground ,, large enough to hide your body

• you could hear the fighting from outside ,, the predators talking amongst each other as they would fight against the xenomorph ,, and the louds cries and shrieks from the xenomorph itself

• then it all came to a stop ,, the fighting and the cries from the xenomorph ,, only left with eerie silence

• you put your hands on your mouth ,, afraid of what may happen if whatever was left outside would hear your silent cries and whimpers

• you didnt dare peak out from the brush ,, worried that you may be killed next

• though a light sniffing sound could be heard ,, long claws moving aside the leaves ,, from behind the bushery was what looked to be a queen xenomorph ,, yet its crest was bigger than a queen and its size was smaller

• teeth sharp and snarling ,, saliva dripping to the ground as it sniffed at your form ,, shivering and afraid of the being in front of you

• it stepped back ,, sitting on its hind legs as it waited for you to come out from your hiding space ,, though you were unsure as what to do ,, with the being in front of you and not showing any sign of hostility

• slowly ,, you made your way out from the bush ,, the ground before you mushy from the rain the previous day ,, and to your side laid the predators that had been hunting you

• with the angle you were at ,, you could better identify the xenomorph sitring in front of you ,, as it wasnt a queen but instead a king ,, a rare occurrence for xenomorphs

• this had been a huge change for your studies ,, basking in the beauty of the xenomorph ,, yet he moved from his position ,, standing on his hind legs and front arms moving to grasp you up

• it reminded you of the way you had held the chest burster you found a year ago ,, how similar it looked to the king that had its hold around you

• careful of his long claws ,, he made his way out of the shrubbery and towards where your ship had resided ,, the king set you down upon arrival ,, chest bonking lightly against you as a way to say ‘go’

• confused at your discovery ,, you slowly backed up towards the ship ,, watching as the king xenomorph in front of you had started to move away ,, showing no signs of aggression

• once he was quite far away ,, you made your way into the ship quickly ,, ready to brag about your discoveries to your teammates

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eggedbellies · 11 months

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Becoming an alien brood queen and someone else becoming your first drone just by drinking from you.

Like you become so big, laying egg after egg, you have an extra set of hands just to help you grab. Perhaps a long tail to also grab stuff and maintain balance. Also a long tongue. Plus an extra set of breasts, all leaking a nice blue-tinted milk.

Maybe it all started after. you found a strange egg and when it hatched this bug/face-hugger thing latched onto your face and for the next few hours faced fuck you before it moved to your back and implanted itself into you. The next couple of days you changed, growing in size. Feeling your new parts come in. Having to hide and take breaks to lay your eggs. But you hit a point where you can't lay any more eggs, you need material. So you invite someone over and give them a taste of your new milk and they go wild. Fucking you until they are all drained, and just latching on to your nipple and drinking.

Oh god, imagine the world when the eggs you laid around start to hatch, as you finish turning into a brood queen, and find others turning into your new drones.

I was just curious what it was, and then the next thing I knew, my mouth was tight, I could barely breathe, and this sweet smell flooded my nose and I knew I didn't care, swallowing so easily, feeling myself get thicker and heaviver with each mouthful. When it fell off and I could finally breathe again, I felt... different. So full I could barely move, even as the goo in my belly dissolved and my skin hardened and I could feel myself changing, inexorable as I became something entirely new...

how good it felt when my belly swelled again, my new abdomen ntwitching, the stretch and push as I laid, and laid, and laid... when I began to feel empty, instinct took over. I need to be bred, be full again. And they were so worried about me, it took very little to persuade them to come over, fascinated by my new body, to drink deep, as if I gave them any choice... and then to breed me. One hole for fucking and one for laying, so ideal, so much pleasure...

Reaching out to friends, calling them over, my own little harem so I never go unbred. When my stomach becomes too full, too many eggs, trapping me on the floor, just a hole to breed and a hole to lay, and my new drones carry our young out across the world, making sure the orgy can continue, and I can grow, bigger and stronger, the queen of it all..

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wvbaandtheboys · 8 months

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ok the joke’s going way too far now but hey it’s fun and everyone’s enjoying it so… let’s enjoy it!! (expect drawings and more scenarios honestly HWJWJSH)

here’s some death scenes and death lines from the ro-boxers! (by the way, if y’all wanna give your two cents or even yeet robo ocs in the mix? completely fine by me, let’s all be silly together!!)

By the way, here’s my silly thought process for the robots: if they’re not having a cliche “tis a malfunction” moment, it’s prolly them being sentient and envying the real boxers and some openly expressing how they wanna off you through their more violent dialogue.

so obviously content warning for gore and stuff (guys it’s late and I’m tired so just b careful AJHSJS)

Little Mac:

Mac plays that distorted tune in the dark as he creeps into your office… and proceeds to kill you by pushing your head against the wall, slamming it and fracturing your skull.

“Ya weren’t paying attention, Birdie! Heheheheh!”

“HAH! Gotcha!”

“Bet you Mac couldn’t do that in a million years… heheh… Too bad, Petey…”

Glass Joe:

Well if ya don’t close the door on Joey, he comes right on in and lunges over your desk to get to you. He kills you by snapping your neck.

“Oh ho ho! La victoire est à moi!”

(“Oh ho ho! The victory is mine!”)

“I got you now! Ho ho hoh!”

“You were frozen in fear at the sight of me! Oh my, how sad!”

“Il a passé des années à se faire craquer... Mais c'est maintenant à mon tour de VOUS briser.” (Evil French laughter)

(“He spent years getting cracked… but it’s now my turn to break YOU”)

Von Kaiser:

If ya disturb the war grandpa, he’s gonna rush to you screaming “ATTACKEN!” and bust into ya office. He vaults over your desk and slams his fist right into your face.

(Just evil German laughter here)

“Du bist so dumm, wie du mit Blutrot befleckt bist…”

(“You are as stupid as you are stained with blood red”)

“Deine Zeit läuft ab, Junge. Wenn deine Stunde zuschlägt... werde ich da sein, um deine Flamme zu löschen.”

(“Your time is running out, boy. When your hour strikes… I will be there to snuff out your flame”)

Disco Kid:

Disco’s itching to dance but equally itching to kill. He’ll boogie his way on up close and personal before spinning you round and round and slamming you into a hard surface. Owch.

“Whoopsie!~ Guess ya couldn’t handle the disco fever…”

“Aw, c’mon Pete! I was just gettin’ started too…”

“…C’mon now Peter… do you really think I’m just gonna let you go?… Mm-mm… I’m not nearly as nice as your friend. Let’s get down together… better keep up… or else I’m gonna paint you black and blue~”

King Hippo:

Hippo stomps right in, flips your desk and reenacts the bite of 87 on you.

“My, how flavorful!”

(Hippo laughter here)

(A different hippo laugh here)

“…Hippo sees you… in the camera… watching him…….. you.. look.. delicious. ….I’m coming for you.”

Piston Hondo:

Piston full on drags you into the vent like the xenomorph from Alien: Isolation while laughing maniacally.

(Evil ANIME laugh here)

(Enter another evil ANIME laugh here)

“Your ears aren’t up to par… that much is obvious.”

(This is said in Japanese but it’s difficult to accurately translate for me so just pretend) “Hah… Allow me to snuff out that flame of hope you have… I am not merciful like him. Struggle if you wish… it is futile. This night… I will not let you escape alive.”

Bear Hugger:

Well if ya don’t hide, he’ll just mow down your desk and crush your spine with his huge metallic arms! And if you hide when he’s already seen you, he’ll yoink ya from beneath the desk and lift you up, then crush your spine.

“Yahaha! Got ya!”

“Eh, no use hidin’ from me, Pete! I got the eyes of a hawk, ears like a bat and the strength of a bear! You can’t do nothin’ against me! Heheh!”

“Found ya!”

“C’mon, Pete… come out, come out wherever ya aaareeeee…~ I know you’re heeeree…~ I ain’t got candy for brains like that hoser… I ain’t stupid.”

“C’mon now, Birdie… I don’t like losin’… Why don’t you come on out for a nice, big squeeze…?~ I promise it won’t hurt… not for long anyways… heheheheh.”

Great Tiger:

Well ya slacked off and now you face the music. Tiger comes eeriely slithering out of your vent with his gem a-glowing before pouncing at you like a proper tiger. His clones even join in on the jumpscare! :D

(Mean laughter) “Oh… what terrible eyes you have, Peter.”

(Smooth but evil chuckle)

“If only you looked a little harder… oh well, you’re already dead…”

(Somewhat raspy and low) “Like a tiger, I stalk my prey… savor your pungent fear on my tongue… between my teeth… waiting… waiting… for the moment… that I… can finally… POUNCE!”

Don Flamenco:

Well, guess ya couldn’t resist the rose man’s charms. Don pops up and shanks ya right in the heart with his rose.

“Oh, pobre...”

(“Oh, you poor thing”)

“La muerte nunca ha sido tan poética, ¿eh?”

(“Death has never been this poetic, eh?”)

(Somewhat malicious laughter)

“Mercy…? Oh…… you foolish boy. I share no passion with… him. …The reaper calls your name… and I shall send you to him… I have no heart that beats in my chest… and I will bleed yours into stillness.”

Aran Ryan:

Well, ya looked. Why did you look? Well whatever the reason, Aran whips out his flail and tightens it around your neck. Snap crackle pop!

“Ya looked!”

(Irish gremlin chuckle)

(Irish gremlin cackling)

“Ya look pretty blue, Pete… did I squeeze ya a little too hard?”

“….You should see the look on yer face right now… heheh… what’s that…? You don’t want me to hurt you?… Heh… heheheheh! Sorry Petey… but I don’t change my mind like the other one does… Now… how about ya hold still…”

Soda Popinski:

Well, since Soda doesn’t kill you, he just breaks your door. He feels bad about it though.

“Sorry! Soda didn’t mean to break it!”

Bald Bull:

Busts down your door and proceeds to give you the nastiest headbutt of your life. …And the last headbutt of your life. Owch. That certainly left some blood.. everywhere…

“You weren’t going to keep me out forever.”

“You provoked the bull. And got the horns.”

(Slight evil chuckle) “Useless bird. You never stood a chance fighting me.”

“You may try and struggle… you may try and fight.. but it’s all in vain. I will get in one way or another… and when I do… I’ll coat the walls with your blood.”

Damnbullchill-

Super Macho Man:

Well ya fucked around and ya found out. He sweeps your desk aside and caves your face in with his boot once you’re on the ground.

“You don’t ever keep a star waiting.”

“Ugh! You ruined my photoshoot! >:[“

“Work it!~”

“You were taking too long, dude… not my fault you got such a bogus fragile skull…”

“Don’t make me wait… don’t test me. I’m not an idiot like that guy.. so you’d better hurry it up… or else.”

Mr. Sandman:

You once again fucked around and found out. The power goes out, and Sandman creaks open one of your doors and makes sure you’ve seen him before he comes in. Creepy how the only thing you’d see is his eyes.

“Heheh.. night night, Peter…”

“It’s way past your bedtime, baby… why don’t you start countin’ sheep?”

“Heh… sound sleeper, huh?…” (he says while watching peter actively bleed out)

“…It’s time for bed, Peter baby… n’ don’t think I’ll hold any punches. He mighta done that cause he likes you… but I don’t do holding back. Brush your teeth, close your eyes… and go to sleep.”

#punch out!!#punch out wii #aran ryan #glass joe #little mac #don flamenco #super macho man #mr sandman punch out #mr sandman #great tiger #bear hugger #piston hondo #von kaiser #disco kid #king hippo #I’m getting too silly help #/j

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weskin-time · 2 years

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Hello!

I have some ideas for Wesker stuff!

1. How would Wesker handle a S/O who is fascinated with Xenomorphs? Like, as fascinating as he is with viruses and may or may not want to create one.

2. Imagine: Wesker playing Cards Against Humanity. I don't know why, but I can see him being scary good at it because of how easily he can read people and it would take everyone off-guard.

Just some fun thoughts. :3

OO!! i absolutely adore the xenomorph idea. not edited or re read over cuz i’m writing this at work lol sorry :(

this idea takes place after the events of 5 where still alive and he’s chilled out a bit lol

please sit him down with the movie first before showing him the Xenomorph. this man was born in the 60s and grew up in a lab, i highly doubt he’s seen the mega hit movie that is 1979’s Alien. he probably has absolutely no idea what a face hugger is let alone a Xenomorph.

he’s heard you talk about them a few times, either ranting about how cool they are, how they look, biology and stuff, he listens when you talk to him about your interests. so his interest has been definitely peaked and would want to know what you’re talking about and what it’s from.

just walk into his office in your house and start infodumping to him about these guys. he may look like he’s not listening with his eyes trained on the computer in front of him but he’s nodding his head along and sometimes giving a hum in response to your words.

PLEASE have a movie night with him and watch it. he’s gonna get hooked instantly. he’s gonna have a second when he first sees the Xenomorph where he’s kinda in awe?? i mean he’s hooked with the chest burster and he’s already taking notes but as soon as he sees the full grown adult Xenomorph? his mind clicks with ‘it’s black and goopy just like Uroboros’

If you don’t own any xenomorph merch he’s getting you some, if you have some he’s getting you more. loves seeing your face light up and any reason to hear you talking about them.

look i’m not saying he’s also going to be fascinated by them but i will say he does spend a little bit longer in his lab. a couple dozen test subjects later he would try and recreate one. i feel like he would have to mix human and animal DNA and create a new strain of Uroboros just to even get remotely close to what looks like a Xenomorph but even then i feel like Uroboros is a bit too wiggly to make the creature look exactly like a Xenomorph.

Please talk with him about the life cycles and anything about the Xenomorphs so he can get a better understanding of them to try and make one for you.

he also won’t tell you directly but he likes sci-fi movies. please watch the other Alien films with him. like he will subtly hint at wanting to watch the rest of them. also show him The Thing he will go bonkers over that one.

imagine just chillin one day and he comes in, tells you to follow him to his lab, you do, and find what looks like a Xenomorph strapped to a table knocked out cold. it doesn’t look fully right and it’s writhing too much like how Uroboros does but it’s really close. he’s trying to show his love for you with making something you love.

he’s definitely taking some inspiration from Alien if he tries to take over the world again, those chest bursters were cool. 10/10 he loves and embraces what you love and are fascinated with and loves you so much he’ll try to make it a reality to see your smile :)

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i hope this is close to what you had in mind for this ask! i had a lot of fun writing it!! XENOMORPHS ARE SO FUCKIN COOL AND RAD AND I LOVE THEM SO MUCH AA

#albert wesker #wesker x reader #wesker #albert wesker x reader #resident evil #resident evil x reader #resident evil imagine #albert wesker imagine #resident evil wesker #tezi post #ask!

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theold-ultraviolence · 1 year

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Question about the prompt list. You can say no and I’ll come up with another idea. But my request was going to be based on the movie Alien. It’s from a real memory of my parents going to see it. The face huggers look like hands and during the movie Eddie pulls “the move” of putting his arm around readers shoulder. All they see in the dim theater lights or the dim living room if they rented it is his long fingers that look like the monster. Cue screeches of terror followed by raucous laughter and teases and comforting kisses etc.

and again it isn’t on the list and I’ve seen and love all the others so I can make a different request absolutely.

Bestie, this anecdote is so, so sweet and so fitting for Eddie! I hope you don't mind I didn't follow it strictly, but added my little twist on it, with some extra spooks at the end! Thank you so much for participating in the spooky fest!! x

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Special FX 👽 Eddie Munson x gn!reader

The emptiness on the spot beside you on the couch weighed heavy, while the icy wind creeping in from the opened window was starting to give you goosebumps without your boyfriend’s warmth enveloping you.

Eddie had gone to the bathroom about 15 minutes ago, leaving you all alone in the living room with the tape of Alien that you had rented to watch tonight, after you’d finished your candy duty with the trick or treaters.

Along with the buttery smell of popcorn and soda permeating the trailer, since Uncle Wayne was out working, Eddie had insisted on turning up the volume and having all the lights off to simulate that you were at the movie theater – making every silvery strand of light thin enough to accentuate the dark shadows projected on the walls and transforming each corner into an eerie void from which a monster could pop out at any second. Every single gurgling and guttural sound effect seemed to be coming right from inside the room – right beside you even. You were starting to get the creeps.

Surely, you’d watched Alien before and had enjoyed it, but the scenes with the facehuggers always got to you – added to the fact that you’d started to get concerned over Eddie’s absence.

You stand up to search for him when suddenly a loud growl erupts from behind you – and you’re face to face with an alien identical to the one just now attacking someone on the TV screen.

Eddie’s hands are on you in an instant, crying out, “HELP ME! HELP ME!” as his face is being eaten alive by a fleshy monster with the structure of a clawed hand.

Your heart nearly drops to stomach from the shock – from the shadows contrasting every node and bone on the creature adhered to Eddie.

“HELP ME, BABE! I’m getting my face sucked off!” he shakes your shoulders but he can’t even keep up the act.

He starts wheezing and cackling halfway through his charade.

“Oh, fuck off!” you playfully shove him away from you, “very funny, Eddie!” you shake your head and cross your arms.

“Babe, would you still kiss me with an alien stuck to my face?”

“You know I love you but, gross!” you say without any real ill will, with an awed grin around your lips from how realistic the special effects of his mask are.

“Is that real slime!?” you reach out to touch the tail that’s curled around his neck, dangling off of his shoulder. “It looks and FEELS wet, how did you do it!?”

“Oh this silly thing? Henderson helped me! But now it’s starting to itch a little so if you could help me out by taking it off of me – so then I can claim that kiss – that would be cool.”

You regard him for a second, then with a smirk you simply reply, “Nah.”

“Babe, what the hell!”

“I don’t think you deserve it after leaving me all alone here, Munson.”

“That’s so evil!” he touches his chest in mock indignation. “Alright but think about it, with this shit on my face I won’t be able to protect you if a real alien shows up, PLUS, my lips will be chapped so I won’t be able to make out with you in a long while, so whose loss is it anyway?”

You sigh, “You make a good case. Alright, Eds, come here.”

You laugh as you pull at the mask with more effort than you thought it would take – the thing was really, really stuck to him, making you wonder just what kind of adhesive he’d used.

As soon as the thing was off, Eddie tackled you into the couch with an onslaught of kisses, with the movie all but forgotten in the background.

So immersed in Eddie’s kisses you were, that you didn’t notice his mask twitching on the floor where it lay discarded…

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #gender neutral reader #eddie munson fanfiction #reader insert fanfiction #stranger things #joseph quinn #spooky ficlet fest #my writing

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