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a pose that didn't got pick in a comm, i thought it looked too cute to just throw it out so i did a quick coloring to share with you guys tehe

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"Hey, sweetness."

They're in the kitchen together, methodically cleaning up after dinner in a way that's become second nature. They'd made a baked chicken and rice dish, and Eddie had cut up an entire chicken despite his deep disdain for handling a knife with any raw meat containing bones.

It's more of a dance than a chore, Chrissy thinks with a little smile. Wash, rinse, dry, step, put away, step, reach, hike up Eddie's sleeve so it doesn't touch the water before he has to ask.

"Yeah?"

"Why can't the T-rex give a round of applause?"

Chrissy snorts. "Because his arms are too short."

Eddie chuckles, leaning close and pressing a kiss to her cheek. "Nope."

Scoffing, Chrissy takes the mug from his hands, toweling it dry hastily. "How is that not right? T-rexes have notoriously short arms. He couldn't possibly clap."

"Because that's not right."

"How?" She puts the mug away on one of the little hooks above the sink as he automatically ducks for her reach. "Scientists can't even figure out why they had arms in the first place!"

"Chrissy––"

"Like, for scale, if a six-foot human had T-rex arms, they'd only be five inches long. Five inches, Eddie. A person couldn't clap with five inch arms!" She took the plate he was holding out, drying it off perhaps slightly more aggressively than necessary.

"No, probably not." Lips tucked between his teeth, he was clearly trying very hard not to laugh. Awarding him a look of pure exasperation broke the dam, and he threw his head back, feeding the ceiling that boisterous laughter that Chrissy couldn't help but mirror, just a little.

"Then how is that not the answer?" she cried as she shoved the plate into the cabinet. Before Eddie had a chance to answer, she continued, "Plus, there's theories that they barely even had muscle control in their arms at all! Like, they could barely move their arms, let alone use the proper muscles to bring them together to clap. How is that not the punchline? That's always the punch line!"

Unplugging the sink, Eddie grabbed a different towel off the handle of the oven, using it to thoroughly dry his hands. Once he was finished, he grabbed Chrissy by the hips, hoisting her up onto the counter as she squeaked and stepping between her parted knees.

"You done, Miss Scientist?" he asked, tilting his head to one side in that way that made him look like an adorable puppy. Chrissy huffed, refusing to allow the grin she felt nudging at the edges of her mouth to bloom.

Lips pursed, she nodded.

Eddie leaned close, skirting his nose up the length of hers before gently kissing the little crease between her brow. Unraveling her petulance with an embarrassing amount of ease. Chrissy's arms automatically came up, wrapping loosely around his shoulders as she sighed into his embrace.

"Why can't the T-rex give a round of applause, baby?"

Chrissy huffed. Rolled her eyes. Felt the curve of his smile as it skirted along the length of her jaw. She wanted to tattoo that sensation beneath her skin, press her fingers against it so she'd always feel him close.

"Hm? Why can't he?"

"I dunno," she grumpily relented. "Why?"

His breath fanned across the length of her throat, his chuckle so close she could taste it.

"Because he's dead, Chrissy."

It took a moment. And then––

"Oh, my God, that's so stupid!"

But Eddie was cackling loudly enough that he couldn't immediately respond. And Chrissy couldn't have stopped herself from joining in his music if she'd tried.

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hellcheer but with this iconic johnny/baby pose?

🫶🏼

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if you use chatgpt or any type of generative ai for anything at all please know I have no respect for you

“but I need it for—!”

idc idc idc idc idc idc idc idc you don’t need it for anything the human brain didn’t evolve over millions of years to develop a higher functioning dorsolateral prefrontal cortex just for you pretend nothing exists between your ears. ai is bad for the environment, it’s bad for the economy, it’s bad for the arts, and it’s bad for your brain

literally all you have to do is stop using it

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i don't go here but you asked, so stranger things of your choice, traffic signs

There's no sight of morning coming / There's no sign of the day / You've been left on your own / Like a rainbow / Like a rainbow in the dark

- "Rainbow in the Dark," Dio

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“excuse me he said no pickles!!!!!”

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IT’S SO PERFECT 😭😭😭❤️

the concept of hellcheer buying a camcorder in 1986 to record themselves being silly (among other things 😉)

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by: @harritudur <3

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through the years

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A quick infographic for our confused anon! Our normal anniversary event involves a set number of prompts, per day for the week. Every one completes the same prompts, which is always interesting to see how people interpret them differently, either by art, fic or moodboards. But for this bingo everyone will get slightly different prompts and more time to complete them. I'm not even sure where fandom bingos originated from but they're often a fun way of completing prompts. Because we ask for info, such as the genre of prompts you do and don't want, you get a tailored selection of prompts. Having participated in bingos before, it's both fun for me to fill my own prompts and to also see what everyone else got! You don't get anything for filling out a row, or the whole card. Just the whole card stamped and the fun of trying to fill every square. It is sometimes a challenge - you can try and complete a whole row with only one fic/art piece or create a multi-chaptered fic using every prompt - there are plenty of possibilities. We are very relaxed - even if you only fill out a square or two, that's a new creation for Hellcheer, and for us all to enjoy.

This year, due to a a variety of reasons, the event will go on for a lot longer than usual. Our usual schedule runs from May (prompt release) to the posting itself (July 1st - July 7th.) We've opted for more time with the bingo cards because we recognize that people might be inspired to complete their cards, or even finish and move onto a second card! From a Mod perspective, it is also more spread out for us to manage, which is quite a crucial pro for me this year. We also haven't had a Hellcheer Bingo for quite a while and I'm always looking for new events to run for Hellcheer. I think it's important for engagement and excitement to mix it up, and so far response has been great!

Hopefully this helps clear things up a bit for you, anon, but you can always message me again if anything is confusing for you. I hope we'll see you involved during the event!

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Click for better quality!

COMMS ARE OPEN!! Click Hellcheer my beloved… commissioners for @astorytotellyourfriends ! It was soooooo fun to make! I REPEAT COMMS ARE OPEN

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I'd Marry You with Paper Rings ੈ✩‧₊˚

Hello Hell Cheer nation, y'all have been going wild over my hella old art recently so I come bearing a gift 😌😌🫶🏼

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Does anyone else ever think about Eddie learning that music of all things is what can "save" people from Vecna?

Eddie Munson, who was already torn up with survivors guit over what happened to Chrissy, realizing just how easily that he of all people could have saved her.

Its like the worst kind of poetic irony

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“Shotgun me?” she asked in that soft, fond voice that she knows he could never say no to.

(Not that he’s ever said no to her. Ever)."

Or, Eddie sometimes can't believe Chrissy Cunningham is his girlfriend.

Just something short and sweet I wrote for Valentine's Day! Read it here.

Special thanks to @pudelmudel for the incredible art!

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hi hello can yall please stop posting fuckass steddie on the hellcheer tags both here and in ao3? make two separate posts if you're going to post here, and if your steddie fanfic contains midgame hellcheer thats fine write whatever you please but just tag it as that don't tag it hellcheer, don't tag it eddie/chrissy, we go to those tags to see hellcheer content not to see steddie content like cmonnnn its not that hard im sure yall dont like it the other way around either if/when it happens please i beg

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feelin' particularly soft for em today, so here's some hellcheer domesticity <3

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see, eddie was already a good cook to begin with, having to fend for himself with his teenage tiger-appetite plus the munchies while wayne did doubles at the plant, but when he found out about chrissy's food issues? that boy became a veritable home chef.

laura never allowed her to have mac n cheese? he's gonna spruce the fuck up out of that boxed kraft until it becomes chrissy's most favorite comfort meal.

she finds it hard to enjoy eating vegetables because laura made her eat them boiled and plain to avoid extra calories? eddie is grilling them, lathering them up in butter and garlic powder.

yeah, he he gets his herbs dried from the dollar store because they can't afford much while they both live in a shoe box apartment in chicago after hawkins (though chrissy has started growing a couple pots of parsley and chives in their little kitchen), but he knows how to use the fuck out of them to make food taste good and keep chrissy's belly full, which is the whole fucking point, in his mind.