#LosersClub

[theartsharki]

Me and a couple friends were messing with a couple ideas for headcanons. One silly one that came up was "Eddie secretly having a lot of tattoos from college". So yeah.

Bone-us Richie reaction:

[eddiekaspbrakirlsblog]

the losers definitely played mermaids in the quarry

[hopelessloser101]

Losers club incorrect quotes *Richie falls over onto Eddie on his skateboard while going 700000 mph* Eddie: Holy shit are you okay? Richie *eyes wide*: Richie Tozier, very single Eddie: ... Richie: Wait what was the question?

[fossilized-honey]

Happy birthday, girl!! - Love her. I love her so much. This drawing is kinda old but I haven’t been able to do much recreational stuff lately, so take this :D - - Procreate ~2 hours Beverly Marsh It (2019) https://www.instagram.com/p/Com03zoui8h/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[realest-kaspbrak]

Animatic!

havent watched it yet but looks good, mini reminder for myself to watch it ig?

[sadclownblog]

Them 🥺🥺🥺

Trans Eddie au pt 25! Stupid stupid stupid

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[riptidemariel]

Oh shet Eddie (reddie) - Eddie my love (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1358971567-oh-shet-eddie-reddie-eddie-my-love?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=Marielmartell135&wp_originator=vqPJZ1TjcRMdxmPdE%2Bp%2FxTznOlfNtprNtA37N6%2FNj34vI%2FmAiYP8GWEE8mY4%2FPcA8cNumWqjYqR2%2Bnpal1KrSiOERwj7Zv1IvcPiZ4fLAKxOjGx8Ifdt4la93%2BOmXY2y 2 años después del enfrentamiento con pennywise Richie descubre que otra vez siente algo por su mejor amigo eddie ya que no era la primera vez que sentía algo por el. Tendrá que lidiar sobre aceptar lo que es y decírselo a Eddie y más problemas adolescentes Algunas partes están inspiradas en canciones.

[3ddss]

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[the-carlos-cow-eyes]

Sacrifice ~ Chucky AU

Tags: @losersclubisms

Plot: Lydia gets stabbed Instead of Junior

Warnings: Blood, Gore, Pain, Injuries, Hospital Mentions, Death Mentions

Jake felt guilty. Lydia was In the hospital and he felt guilty. Guilty that he didn't stop any of the Chucky's fast enough. If he had, then his twin sister wouldn't be laying In a hospital bed with a tube down her throat to help her breathe and she wouldn't have a scar on her chest as another constant reminder of her trauma.

But If there was one person that felt just as guilty as he did, If not more so, then It was Junior. After all, he did help Chucky lure Lydia Into meeting up with him at the theater, right? That's what was going through his head anyway. It had all happened so fast. First Lydia was trying to talk Junior down and tell him that It didn't matter what Chucky said, that he was a good person, that she loved him, that she was sorry If she wasn't paying much attention to how he was feeling after his Mom was killed. That last part had been confusing Junior because she was the only person who stuck by him even when he tried to push her away.

Then Chucky started Interfering and he lunged at Lydia. Junior got In the way and the two scuffled for a few seconds until Chucky somehow got the upper hand. After seeing this, Lydia managed to grab a nearby Item to use as a weapon and swing at him to hit him away from her cousin, only to get lunged at again mere moments later. It only took about five seconds for Chucky to be on top of her and twenty seconds of struggling for there to be a knife In her chest with a cry of pain escaping her lips. Junior had witnessed all of this and was frozen In place, but once he heard his cousin's cry of pain, he snapped out of It and kicked Chucky away, knocking him down. That was when he stomped his head In again and again and again. All until his head was nothing but a pile of red mush.

The anger that had been rising In his system Immediately turned Into fear and worry once he heard his cousin weakly utter his name. He quickly turned and knelt down beside her, his hands shaking as he didn't know what to do. Did he pull the knife out? No. Her pain would only be made worse and she would bleed out. Did he just sit there and comfort her In her potential last moments? No. He couldn't let her die. Did he run? No. He couldn't just leave her. So, without any other options, he pulled her Into his arms and cried out for help In case anyone else was still alive In the building.

Luckily, Jake and Devon had heard Junior's cries from the main screening room. Lexy and Coraline heard them as well and since Devon could tell that Lexy wanted to find Junior, he volunteered to stay with Caroline, causing the remaining three to run off and follow where the shouts for help were coming from. It didn't take them long to reach him and the sight before them was horrifying to see. Lydia was barely clinging to life and there was blood everywhere, both coming from the dead Chucky doll In the corner and from Lydia's knife wound. Jake quickly rushed to their side, not needing to ask what happened since the sight of the room alone could answer his question and he quickly shouted at either Lexy or Coraline to call 911, to which Lexy quickly complied.

Both cousins were struggling to keep Lydia calm and awake until the ambulance arrived since the young girl was slowly losing conciousness. Her vision was blurring, so all she could see were the silhouettes of her only remaining family members. She tried to talk to them through her pain and her tears, but It was no use, darkness slowly overcame her and her eyes slowly fell closed. This alarmed the boys, but after seeing that she was still breathing, they knew all they could do anymore was try to keep her alive while they waited.

Now, It had been a couple of months since that Incident and Lydia was stuck In a foster home she didn't like without either Jake or Junior at her side and with constant panic attacks and flashbacks to the Incident haunting her every day. She hoped she'd get to see the boys soon. Same goes for Devon and Coraline. But that was all she could do at the moment. All she could do was hope and wait.

[dodzishere]

I will say it time and time again: it would have been easier to just take eddie with them than it was to restle richie off of him. Then they start joking about how eddie would hate bathing in the dirty water when they just left him dirty in a sewer to decompose and die. Like dude wtf!?!? Show some compassion!

Am I the only one here who’s feeling like if Richie is the only one hurt by Eddie’s death ? That’s literally how it looks like; the other were laughing and Ben and Bev kissed... I don't mean that they didn't like him but they could have shown a little compassion

[barclaysangel]

NEW URL!

Was formerly losersclubisms, officially now barclaysangel! Thank you @silvershewolf247 for the idea, I'm obsessed with this new Chucky (yet mostly Andy) theme url :)

[celerydays]

Pairing: Sebastian x Ominis x f!Hufflepuff!MC

Warnings: A suggestive/censored panel of spicy dreams, voyeurism

(This IS going to be heading towards explicit smut after this, so just know that this is overall 🔞 NSFW / MDNI 🔞)

Synopsis: It's their seventh year and Clementine, aka "Em", has been running herself ragged and hardly taking the time to rest. She finally decides to take a brief nap in the Undercroft where no one could possibly find or bother her. Aside from two Slytherins, that is...

Length: 9 pages

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A/N: The rest of the parts going forward will be uploaded as image previews with links to the full pages on twitter / poipiku~

Updates will be SLOWWW since I'm also learning how to storyboard, map out dialogue, SFX, panels, and backgrounds as I go. Making a comic for the first time feels like it's literally causing my brain to have to rewire and function differently rn lol 🫠

I'm hoping/aiming to complete Part 2 in maybe...2 weeks-ish, now that I have a slightly better idea of how long this takes me 🫡💗

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[hopelessloser101]

Losers' Club Incorrect Quotes #4 (I think idk)

Bill: Just because my mom drinks sometimes doesn't mean she's an alcoholic! Richie: Just because I kiss men sometimes doesn't mean I'm gay Bill: Wait what-

[streets-in-paradise]

The Cheer Factor - Eddie Munson x (Fem) Plus Size!Reader

Warnings: Eddie malfunctioning when the reader wears thight shirts. Also, most of this oneshot ignores canon events.

Summary: A dissapointment with the fitting of your Hellfire shirt frustrates you and you are too caught in your self conciousness to notice Eddie won't stop looking at you.

Notes: For my dear fríend Luna, fic inspired in one particular plus size girl problem we share. We brainstormed this idea together and i gave it full form here.

Tags: @losersclubisms

Maybe it was an issue of being the only girl in the group, guys didn't seem to mind about that sort of thing. Nobody ever pointed it out since you joined Hellfire, so you just pretended to ignore it.

The club shirt you were wearing was not the size you would usually go for, there was a problem with the fitting you discovered only after trying it on. It wouldn't be the first time that sort of thing would happen to you. You would typically wear baggy-looking oversized shirts for a reason. Many ' easy to stretch' shirts with the ríght fit have been defeated by your voluminous torso before. One of your personal favorites, that you got in the biggest size available at the store, would cover you barely down the belly buttom.

You still felt cute on that one, but you wished the fabric wouldn't get irredemably stucked in your tits on its way down. It was uncomfortable and frustrating, specially when you could tell the shirt could have been a good fit if it wasn't for that detail. That was the case of your Hellfire one, too thight in the chest because it wasn't oversized enough.

Admitting that you felt too fat to wear it was too embarrasing, so you hoped it would just stretch with time of use. Eddie was the onlyone who heard your initial complains after the first try on, but he would insist on reassuring you because he was your friend. You guessed he didn't want to hurt your feelings pointing out the truth when you asked, telling you over and over that it looked perfect everytime you would suggest to change it.

For so, you kept it despite remaining skeptical. The encouragement of your handsome friend inspired you to do it, since you enjoyed it peraphs a bit too much.

However, you couldn't see that his words were the purest truth born from the rawest deepness of his being. He was in love with your body, blessing the mistake making you stop hidding it. The tightness of the fabric enhaced your natural curvy shape and he was convinced that the club's logo had never looked better than it did in your chest. More than once he got distracted looking at you, but somehow managed to hide it through some pathetically improvised jokes. Luckly for him, you never seemed to notice because his overall quirkyness would confuse you.

In school you were mostly covered with leather or jean jackets, but things were different during the first of his campaigns you were involved in. The long hours invested in playing would make you toss any insecurities aside and as the time would pass you would take off all extra layers. From his privileged spot in the game table he would get to see your movements reflect your emotions and would never remain completely inmune to the sight. Joy causing you to jump on your seat a little bit, or anticipation making you lean over with your arms pressed against your tits would get his attention even if you didn't intended it.

It was one unexpected way to make things more interesting, his already high energy would increase for the gorgeous new player cheering him through charming beauty. Eddie had one new reason to look foward Hellfire time and he appreciated it despite how delightfully tortuous it could be. He would be drooling, but burying the evidence in shame because you were friends and he didn't want to ruin it with his lustfull admiration.

However, it was only a matter of time until someone would ruin the delicate balance of misunderstandings allowing him to cover his tracks. The youngests of the group, new additions coming some time after you, eventually did it. 

They just wanted your help. 

“ We have terrible news … and it’s about Lucas.” Dustin was whispering to you at a prudential distance from the group, in a pleading tone. “ Eddie is going to kill us, please help us to soften the impact of the bomb.” 

You had a vague idea of what he meant, aware of his friend’s involvement in the basketball team. 

“ What makes you think he would go easy on me? Sorry, Henderson. If you piss him off there isn’t much I can do.” 

He was terrified, or otherwise he wouldn’t have made that suggestion.

“ Take off your jacket in front of him as we speak.” 

Mike was almost as horrified as you, but the pure desperation made him actually consider it as a possible last resource escape tactic. 

“ To be fair, we have overcome hardships thanks to your tigh shirt before.” 

You could have killed them before Eddie would, if it wasn’t because they somehow validated your perception. 

“ IT WAS TOO SMALL! I KNEW IT!! “ You cheered yourself, completely ignoring their issue for an instant. “ Back when I joined Eddie insisted it was perfect and nobody ever questioned him.” 

Caught up in your thoughts as you were, you completely ignored the implications in their comments. 

“ Thanks for being honest, boys. I will talk to him later, maybe a private conversation would work better to make him favorable to your purpose.” 

At least you tried so, but he began to ramble about fighting a cultural battle that needed loyal soldiers as soon as you brought the issue. His crusade against popularity was bigger than anything and he clearly interpreted it in a very all or nothing way. Despite you were understanding of his viewpoint, you promised the youngsters to intercede in their favor and you did your best. 

“ No offense, Eds, but sometimes you can be full of bullshit. “ You cut him off. “ And with that I mean you are not being strategic, not even from a military standpoint. The enemy nation is stronger than us and with better socio-cultural resources, we can’t beat them by force. Our way should be subtle cultural infiltration, to get them like a parasite corrupting their structures without their acknowledgment. Sinclair could be the key to start a secret invasion and we should encourage his double filiation instead of contributing to its destruction. If one of us mixes with them, the cultural exchange could benefit our public image.” 

Although nicely articulated, the speech didn’t convince him much. 

“ We don’t need their validation, our level of underclass is way beyond that.” 

“ They define the legitimate practices of the school environment, we have to cause an impact in their culture if we want to redefine the rules. “ You corrected, amazed for how well you were pulling that argument.

Maybe you would have done well at debate, although you clearly weren't that good because your conclusion missed the point speaking more of you than of your defended ones. 

“ The kid has the highest chances for that, it’s not like I can try to set bridges with the cheerleaders. They hold the beauty standard and I don’t even fit in my own uniform.” 

Aggressively pulling down the fabric of your shirt in a comically pointless attempt to make it fit as you thought it should didn’t cause the wanted effect. He wasn’t laughing, the anger became frustration as he attentively observed your struggle. 

Eddie raised up to grab your hands and stop the mistreatment by himself. 

“ You are challenging conventionalism, that’s why it looks so well like that. Conformity would be hiding your freaking amazing body in a tent-shaped shirt hoping the world won’t notice it’s different.” 

You felt called out, but also very shocked by the direct meaning of his words. He sounded exasperated yet somewhat seductive and there was no mistake understanding it that time. 

“ You mean it’s cool that I’m doing that, or you actually think I’m pretty?” 

For him hearing you was very frustrating, he wondered how many years of social indoctrination had you endured to end up so blind to the beauty driving him mad. 

“ Of course you are pretty!” Eddie insisted, a soft glimpse of desperation in his tone as he said it. “ You are our pretty girl, we are all lucky to have you among us and you make me the happiest. Since you are up for cultural translations, you bring the cheer factor to the club.” 

The response got you more confused than the phrase itself. 

“ You looked very cheerful to me from the very same day I met you, it’s not like you need me to cheer your campaigns.” 

“ I need you more than what you could ever imagine.” He interrupted you, regretting the double meaning later.” You, my friend, possess all the virtues cheerleaders affirm themselves in on the foreign culture. You are positive, a team player, enthusiastic, dedicated and beautiful. What you bring to the table is the closest to cheering that Hellfire will ever have. "

Your silly giggling made him smile, satisfied with the outcome of his partial confession. However, he wasn’t expecting you would be trapping him in a frontal hug. 

“ Eddie, you are so sweet!” You whispered to him in gratitude. “ That’s the nicest thing I have ever heard! How did it occur to you?” 

His capacity for thinking was completely blocked by the sudden sensation of your body gently pushing against his. 

“ You are an unlimited source of inspiration, sweetheart… Wanna know something more I have been thinking?” 

Your eyes were back at him, head nodding affirmatively as you awaited for it. 

“ You know, cheerleaders are pretty girls doing acrobatics while wearing short skirts and guys in the crowd go insane about them while they cheer for their jock boyfriends… It’s basically a power display reinforcing the hierarchy… Do you promise me you are not going to hate me if I continue?” 

Your smile reassured him to close his point. 

“ The power those girls have in their short skirts, you have in that tight shirt, and you are ours. “ 

His glance was locked in your chest and the heat in your face became unbearable. 

“ Eds… My eyes are up here.” 

“ I made my choice…” 

The chuckling he caused made him aware you were enjoying the attention and that only encouraged him to escalate laying his head on your chest. 

“ This is the most comfy pillow I have ever tried, I could fall asleep like this.” 

His goofiness allowed him to get away with it, you were very pleased following his jokes and enjoying every instant of his praise. The most obvious outcome of your fortuitous talk was witnessing a great confidence boost in your attitude leading to unimaginable consequences. 

The whole table went dead silent when you saluted Chrissy Cunningham as she passed by in the cafeteria and she responded to you kindly. When confronted about it, you simply said you have been approaching her asking for advice because you were working on how to translate the moral principles of cheering to the club’s language and she didn’t mind indulging your respectfull curiosity. 

[realest-kaspbrak]

funny story!

BALLS! (funny story.)

you wanna hear a funny story? you wanna KNOW a funny story? well let me tell you. let me fucking tell you!. You know, im fucking hangin with my friends like a loser does! and their like "omg we should go hang out under that one bridge!"

im like, "fuck no!" and their all like; why why why! so i fuckin start listin all the reasons man;

THERES AN OLD FUCKING UNSTABLE BRIDGE RIGHT ABOVE US YOU DUMB CUNTS!

the water under that fucking bridge probably has a shit load of viruses, especially with all those used sucked on vapes!

RU TRYING TO GET FUCKING CUT. THERES SO MANY FUCKIN BRANCHES N STINGING NETTLES U MIGHT ASWELL STAB URSELF! the infections this shit will give you are unfunny.

anyways they ignored me and i nearly started sobbing as i climbed down a rough path. funny story, right?

[star-trek-shallot]

Spock: Doctor, people tend to perceive you as somewhat...

Bones: Let me guess: "tempestuous."

Spock: "Heinous bitch" is the term used most often but sure.

source: adapted from @losersclubisms