#Mike Beastly

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Summary: Set against the eerie backdrop of the Florida swamps in the 1980s, this supernatural tale follows Adla Bennett, a woman navigating life after the loss of her father. When she discovers a wounded creature resembling a wolf on her porch, she takes it in for the night, only to find out the creature is a shapeshifter named Terry Richmond. He asks Adla for her help in locating his missing cousin, Mike, intertwining their fates in a way she never expected.

A/N: Divider by firefly-graphics. This is the beginning of my Swampbound story for Scary Terry Night (October 30) featuring Werewolf!Terry Richmond with my fave @uzumaki-rebellion! If you haven’t already, check out her Tattoos and Bloodsucker Blues preview. I struggled to choose an excerpt, so I’m sharing the entire first part. This story features supernatural elements and some mild gore, so please keep that in mind. Happy Reading!

Adla had spent all of her life in Florida, yet the strange things that washed ashore after storms still startled her. Destruction was to be expected—broken tree limbs, uprooted plants, even splintered pieces of homes carried away by the wind.

Tangled in seaweed, turtle hatchlings, along with frogs and crabs scurried frantically, struggling to reclaim their place in the chaos. Sometimes she'd find the occasional oddity: a tattered shirt, a weathered cloth bag, knotted fishing line.

But she'd never come across anything like this—a mangled, bloody deer carcass strewn across the tall grass, torn flesh and fur mingling with pieces of shredded cloth. 

Her instincts screamed at her to back, but curiosity got the better of her.

She knelt down, the air thick with the metallic scent of blood. Something violent had happened here. She scanned the scene, trying to make sense of it. 

A gator? No, they usually dragged their prey back into the water. 

Maybe a hawk? But even with its sharp talons, a bird of prey wouldn’t make this kind of mess. 

Possibly a bobcat? They prowled the swamps, their hunting disturbed by storms, always opportunistic. 

But no, the tracks didn’t match.

These footprints were too big—far too big. The prints were wolf-like but larger, deeper, as though the creature was far heavier than any wolf she'd ever heard of. 

Four prints ran parallel, perfectly spaced in the mud, until they faded into something stranger—two flatter, elongated impressions. 

Like feet. 

Human feet.

The footprints appeared far too big to be her own, and there shouldn’t have been anyone else wandering around the property.

A chill ran down her back even though the sun was shining. The mangrove seemed way too quiet, like the world was holding its breath. The usual racket of gulls and cicadas had vanished—like even they knew the storm had left more than just broken branches behind. One of the first lessons her father had drilled into her as a girl was to never run; not from a person nor an animal. 

Running makes you prey.

Adla pulled her hunting knife from her waistband, steadying her wrist as her eyes swept over the wide, open space around her. She was ready to defend herself if it came down to it, but there was nothing– no one hiding in the brush, no animal stalking her. Just thick humidity, carrying the earthy scent of wet soil and decaying leaves. 

She figured it was time to head back. 

With caution, she began her trek home, her footsteps muffled by the spongy ground, all while keeping a watchful eye on her surroundings. This land held secrets—some of which she had come to accept, and others she feared. 

The old myths— of beastly protectors with vengeful spirits, born of the swamp’s dark magic during the era of slavery— often lingered like shadows in the back of her mind, but today, the possibility felt much closer. The swamp was alive; gnarled roots of mangroves twisted out of the water like skeletal fingers and casted dark shadows on the surface of the water. 

Adla focused on the worn path ahead, until the low rumble of an engine made her pause.

She wasn’t expecting anybody—she never did. As a child, she had hated the isolation of living out here, but now? It kept the outside world at arm’s length, just as she wanted.

She hurried up the muddy incline, her boots kicking loose clumps of wet earth. At the porch of the old Cracker house, she leaned against the weathered wood, squinting down the overgrown path. A boxy, faded green Jeep Cherokee from the late '70s bounced along the uneven track, its tires struggling for traction in the soft ground. With an exasperated breath, she lowered the knife to her side.

It was none other than Jesse Hampton. She should’ve known.

The vehicle pulled to a stop, and Jesse stepped out, scanning the trees before his eyes settled on her. His mahogany skin glistened under the humid late-afternoon sun, and his damp t-shirt clung to his chest. His cap sat low, shadowing his normally neat hair, now curling wildly in the moisture. A few days' stubble covered his jaw—unusual for him but understandable after the chaos of the storm.

Even so, he was as handsome as ever.

"Adla," he called, his voice steady but laced with urgency. "You shouldn't be out here alone." His gaze darted behind her, as if sensing unseen dangers lurking in the shadows. "I get that it feels peaceful, but it's still dangerous."

The last thing she wanted was to give him more reason to worry or lecture her, so she swallowed the uneasiness she’d just felt moments before.

"You sound like my father, Jesse." She rolled her eyes, dismissing his caution. But Jesse's expression tightened, a hint of something unspoken hovering between them. He stepped closer, lowering his voice. "Adla, just... promise me you'll watch yourself. You've got a light in you that attracts attention, and sometimes that attention ain't the kind you want."

The weight of his words hung in the space between them. She could feel the worry lacing his words and caught an uncharacteristic flicker of fear in his eyes that was hard to overlook. “Quit that. I’m fine,” she shot back, the nagging feeling returning to her chest. She hated when he used that tone– like he knew something she didn't. 

She couldn’t understand the source of Jesse's recent worries. They had grown up playing in the wild jungle that was her backyard, always safe. The worst they ever faced was a snake that sent them running to her father for protection. Wild boars and gators lurked about, but they didn't bother anyone who didn’t bother them. 

“Live and let live” had always served her well.

“What you doing out here?” she asked, crossing her arms tightly.

“Do I gotta have a reason now?” Jesse countered, flashing a charming smile. She wrinkled her nose, picking up on the mischief in his tone. “You always have a reason when you show up at my place unannounced. So, what’s the story this time?”

Jesse owned a bustling convenience store in town, but most of his income came from various side hustles. He was the go-to guy for anything anyone needed, always finding a way to get things done, no matter the cost. 

“Just checking in on you, that’s all. Wanted to see how you were holding up after the storm. But if I’m not welcome…” He paused, a mock-serious expression crossing his face. “I can turn right back around.”

Adla scoffed, turning her back on him as she ascended the steps of the screened-in porch. “You say that every time, but you always end up following me inside.” He fell into step behind her, his boots thudding against the weathered floorboards. “You don’t even bother asking if you can come in anymore,” she teased, shooting him a sidelong glance.

“After all the times I’ve been here, why would I bother? Especially when you’ve welcomed me in plenty of times.” He leaned against the doorframe with an easy grace, arms crossed and a playful glint in his eye. “Sometimes at night, if I’m not mistaken.”

Adla shook her head as she headed to the kitchen. ���Come on, Jess, that ain’t the same, and you know it.” 

She opened the fridge and retrieved a pitcher of cold water, then grabbed one of the glass cups from the cupboard. After she poured, she handed it over to him, her hands wrinkled from long hours spent clearing debris in the yard. When he took the cup, their fingers brushed against each other, stirring the subtle tension that always rested just below the surface between them.

“Now, why you gotta put it like that?” Jesse asked, a pouty frown appearing on his face as he took a sip.

“'Cause I need you to get this,” Adla paused, choosing her words carefully. “I don’t like folks showing up here without a heads-up, and that goes for you too.” She hoped her sweet smile softened the message. Before anything, he was her closest friend, and she never wanted to hurt him. 

He grinned, leaning casually against the counter beside her. She considered asking if he’d been snooping around her property without her knowing— Jesse was sneaky like that— but figured it’d raise too many questions if he said no.

He set his glass down, inching closer with a mischievous glint in his eye. “I thought I was special, though.” 

She arched an eyebrow, a smile tugging at her lips. “Now, where’d you get an idea like that?”

“Oh, I don’t know.” He tugged a curl loose from her messy ponytail, the spiral bouncing back like a rubber band. “I figured if I did that thing you like enough times, it might earn me a few privileges around here.”

She fought a smile. “What kind of privileges are we talking about?” 

“The kind that lets me show up whenever I feel like it.” He leaned in, his intentions clear as he tried to kiss her, wanting more than just a friendly chat. Adla pressed her palm against his chest, stopping him in his tracks.

Jesse was undeniably handsome, and she enjoyed having him around, but she wasn’t about to let anyone—no matter how charming—think they had a claim on her. She was in charge of her life, and she liked it that way. Getting serious with Jesse, no matter how often he hinted at it, simply wasn’t part of her plans. Especially knowing other women were enjoying that thing she liked too.

“No, sir,” she replied, a playful smile tugging at her lips as she shook her head, trying to lighten the mood. “You thought wrong. But since you’re already here, you might as well lend me a hand with something.”

“Oh yeah?” He leaned in, steadily pressing closer, an eyebrow raised as his interest deepened. “And what would that be?”

“You can come help me set these traps and see what else washed up after the storm,” she said, avoiding his lips to steal a drink from his cup. She hoped to score some fat crabs and a few fish to stock the freezer for the next few days. Her generator had held up well during the storm, keeping the food fresh, but it was always smart to restock. Hurricane season wasn’t over yet and she felt a bit uneasy about heading back into the woods by herself. 

“Aww, man,” Jesse groaned dramatically. “I should’ve known that coming over here meant I was gonna have to work. You’re a real slave driver, girl, you know that?”

They spent the next couple of hours working side by side, enjoying a comfortable rhythm of silence mixed with casual conversation.

First, they checked her garden for storm damage while Jesse caught her up on the latest town gossip—apparently, Mrs. Flowers had been caught with Mr. Jenkins in Mr. Flowers' house. The mustard greens were ruined, uprooted and twisted by the wind, so she pulled them up. Thankfully, the okra and sweet potatoes had weathered the storm just fine; she just hoped the excess moisture wouldn’t lead to any rot.

Next, they moved on to setting her fishing nets and traps, but instead stumbled upon another surprise.

Like the mangled bird she'd spotted earlier, several fish heads littered the bank where she usually set her traps, alongside crab skeletons missing their claws and backs, stripped bare. This wasn’t the typical gator damage—no, this was something far worse, disturbingly messy and strange for the area’s usual predators.

She scanned the ground for any more footprints but saw nothing. No paw prints or torn cloth either.

“What in the world?” Adla muttered, staring at the destruction. “What you think did this? A gator?”

Jesse leaned down, his brow furrowed. “A gator wouldn’t leave pieces like this.”

“Something else did this,” She finished his sentence. Adla’s skin prickled and suddenly, hiding her unsettling feelings from earlier felt foolish. She described the strange prints and the shredded bird she’d found to Jesse as he listened intently. He ran his hands over her shoulders, trying to soothe her.

“You shouldn’t stay out here alone tonight, Addy. Why don’t you spend the night at my place?”

Adla couldn’t shake the feeling of unease about what the darkness might bring, but she couldn’t take Jesse up on his offer, even if his grandmother’s old house was just a few miles up the road.

The old woman had adored her, having been the one to deliver her. Still, it just didn’t feel right to spend the night in another woman’s house, even if that woman was no longer alive.

Plus, sneaking around with Jesse where others could see was out of the question. 

She wasn’t about to give anyone a reason to stir up drama or question her independence. Lord knows she couldn’t bear the thought of becoming the next Mrs. Flowers, her good name dragged through the mud to anyone willing to listen.

“No one—and nothing—is gonna run me out of my house,” she replied, her stubbornness rising to the surface. This place was her sanctuary, the fruit of her labor and her ancestors' struggles. They’d fought hard for what they had, and she felt a fierce pride in maintaining the one thing that truly belonged to her. 

Out here in the swamps, peace was something you earned, not given. She would defend her home if it came to that.

“You don’t even know who or what it is, and you want to stay out here alone? That doesn’t make a lick of sense, baby doll,” Jesse insisted, his persistence typical but unusually intense.

“I’m not your ‘baby doll,’” she shot back, irritation rising. He seemed to be making a habit of testing her clearly established boundaries more recently. 

“I already told you—I’m staying here. You should head out before it gets dark.”

“Come on, don’t be like that—” Jesse began, his voice smooth like molasses. He might’ve been charming, but today, she wasn’t about to let those sweet words sway her.

“Go,” she pressed, stepping forward to cut him off. “I’ll handle the cleanup and make sure everything’s locked up tight, but I want you to leave—now, please.” 

Jesse held her gaze for a long moment, recognizing that determined look in her eye. He knew better than to push too far when she was set on something. “Alright, I’ll go,” he finally relented. “But I need you to promise me you won’t leave the house tonight. Whatever you do, don’t cross that threshold, okay?”

Her face contorted at his strange choice of words.

“Why would I be outside? I’m not foolish enough to wander around out here at night. What’s got you so riled up today, anyway?” She reached out and grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling him closer. 

“Just trust me on this,” he urged, his tone serious as he finally locked eyes with her. She’d never seen him look so grim before—what was he hiding? 

“You’ll be safe if you stay inside tonight.” He repeated carefully. 

Last she checked, danger didn’t give a damn about doors, but it was clear he wasn’t leaving until he knew she’d listen to his advice. 

“Alright,” she said, dragging the word out as her confusion showed. “I’ll stay inside tonight. Not like I was planning on wandering around anyway.”

“Good,” he murmured, pressing his lips to her forehead and lingering there as she wrapped her arms tightly around him. “I’ll call you tonight, and you better answer. If you don’t, I’ll be back out here, with or without your blessing.”

As he turned to leave, Adla couldn’t help but smile after him. Jesse could be a handful, but beneath that cool exterior, she knew he cared for her as fiercely as she did for him. 

In the wilderness of the swamps, that bond meant everything.

He lingered in her driveway while she hurried to gather the crab shells, tossing them into her compost bin—no sense letting them go to waste. He didn’t start his engine and pull away until she was safely inside with the door closed, waving his goodbye from the street as she watched him from the window.

After locking up, she sank into a well-deserved bubble bath, a simple yet sweet reward for a day’s hard work. The clawfoot tub, older than she was but still in impeccable shape, had become a beloved fixture in her home. 

The bathroom, filled with the soothing scents of incense and candles, wrapped around her like a comforting hug. After her father’s passing, her top priority had been to breathe life back into the old house and make it feel like home again.

Every now and then, she spotted reminders of her past, like the doorframe where her father had marked her height on the first day of school every year or the cast-iron pans he used to whip up their dinners each night. But mostly, she had truly claimed the space as her own—weathered yet undeniably new in some ways– hers. 

Her short time in the city had been a far cry from the peace she now enjoyed in the country. Balancing multiple jobs just to get by, she constantly dealt with nosy neighbors prying into her life, questioning why a young woman like her was living on her own. The men she met often couldn’t take “no” for an answer, turning her daily life into a constant struggle against unwanted advances.

Worse yet, she had attracted the attention of a stalker—someone she’d never even seen who kept slipping threatening handwritten notes under her apartment door, claiming they knew who she was and had been watching her. It was both terrifying and emotionally draining, but she hadn’t tucked her tail and run home until her father died. 

Whenever thoughts of him lingered too long, the guilt of not being there when it mattered most consumed her, so she kept herself busy. 

Her part-time job at the new bed-and-breakfast in town helped her pay the bills and left her enough time to create. On weekends, she sold her art—pieces made from found objects collected in the woods—at the flea market a couple of towns over. Any spare moment was spent bringing something to life, whether sculpting or tending to her flowers. She loved working on the coastal hibiscus that grew in her yard, their bright blooms a small splash of beauty against the swampy backdrop. Her life wasn’t glamorous, but the peace she found in it was worth far more than anything else.

“When You're Young and in Love” by The Marvelettes played softly on the record player. It had been one of her mother’s cherished favorites, or so her father often reminisced. To Adla, the song captured the slow, simple peace she felt only at home. While she couldn’t completely understand the carefree idea of being swept away by a fleeting romance, it still forged a bond with the mother she never got the chance to know.

Her father had only a handful of pictures, but from those, she could see the resemblance. She had inherited her father’s height and perhaps his temperament, but everything else came from her mother—her rich skin tone, flat nose, and wide, expressive eyes. Those features made her feel close to a woman whose memory was etched in her heart but absent from her life.

With a soft sigh, Adla rose from the now-cool bathwater, wrapping a towel snugly around her waist. Taking a moment for herself, she slathered on a generous layer of cocoa butter lotion, the rich, nutty scent enveloping her like a comforting embrace from home. Her earlier worries faded into the background. Satisfied, she slipped into an oversized cotton nightgown, covered in bright floral patterns that mirrored the blooms in her garden. 

She went through her nighttime routine, carefully checking that everything was turned off and every door was locked tight. As she switched off the last light in her cozy home, the old wooden floors creaked softly beneath her feet—a comforting sound that added to the charm of the place.

Just as she was about to settle into bed, faint sounds echoed from outside—rhythmic, insistent scraping and thumping carried to her ears by the wind. Strange noises weren’t uncommon out in the boonies, but something about this one sent a shiver down her spine, drawing her into the hallway.

Adla glanced toward the door, a strange compulsion tugging at her, urging her to step outside despite Jesse's warnings. It felt as if something—or someone—was calling her, and the pull was too strong to ignore. She hesitated, biting her lip, fighting the overwhelming temptation.

Something clattered loose as she unlocked the heavy door and pushed it open. Through the screen, a flicker of movement caught her eye. Adla squinted, trying to make sense of the dimness outside. There, bathed in the cold glow of the moonlight, lay a massive creature. Its shadow loomed so large that it seemed to stretch across the entire porch.

A knot twisted in her stomach. What in the world? This wasn’t no bobcat. This creature was more like a coyote, but much larger. It resembled a wolf, though she knew they didn’t roam these parts of Florida. Its amber eyes glowed like lanterns in the dark of the night, locking onto her with an intensity that sent chills racing down her spine. Jesse’s warnings echoed in the back of her mind. What if this creature was more than it seemed? 

I know this fool ain’t lookin’ at me like I’m dinner. 

Adla squared her shoulders, drawing on every ounce of strength she had. “You don’t belong here,” she called out, her voice steady and commanding. “Now, git!”

The wolf let out a low growl, a deep rumble that reverberated through the still night air, commanding her silence. It took a slow step forward, large paws thudding against the wooden floor, and she noticed it was limping. 

A deep gash ran from its back down to one of its hind legs, blood dripping from the wound and staining the old wood beneath it. The sight of its injury stirred something deep within her—a mix of concern and fascination that left her momentarily spellbound. It was odd but something kept her feet rooted in place, drawn to the creature and its imposing presence for reasons she couldn’t quite understand.

“Don’t you come any closer,” she warned, her heart racing as she reached for the shotgun she kept above the door, her gaze fixed on the beast. Adla tightened her grip on the cold metal, the weight of the gun both comforting and alarming as she aimed it at the creature through the screen.

The wolf paused right in front of her, as if held back by something she couldn’t see or understand. She glanced down at the door’s threshold, recalling Jesse’s cryptic words.

This was her moment—a choice between life or death. But Adla found herself frozen, her finger hovering over the trigger, unable to pull it. 

The large, beautiful creature let out a mournful whine before collapsing in a heap on her porch, nearly at her feet, its strength finally giving out as if it had resigned itself to whatever fate awaited it.

Despite its pain, something flickered in its amber gaze—a silent plea, asking not to be seen as a threat. The creature’s body shook, not with aggression, but with a desperate need to protect itself rather than harm her. The sight of that defeated animal struck a chord deep within her, stirring up memories of her own struggles not so long ago—exhausted by the burdens of life, yet somehow still pushing forward. 

A lesson her father had once shared echoed in her mind: “Listen, baby girl, we only take what we need from this world, and we don’t kick folks when they’re already down. Respect the creatures out here, just like you respect yourself. Life's tough enough without us makin’ it harder on each other.” She could almost hear his voice, the warmth of his wisdom wrapping around her like a protective blanket. 

Adla let out a deep sigh, lowering the shotgun. She hoped the wolf had enough sense to slip off her porch and find its way back through that little doggy door, the one that had been shredded and left with a gaping hole. Sure, it was already intruding on her space, but it showed no signs of being able to bust down her doors with its weakened strength.

The blood staining the porch was already beginning to dry, and she knew she’d have to scrub it down in the morning. If the wolf didn’t make it through the night and died on her porch, she could always call Animal Control to handle it— it wouldn’t cost her a dime to let the creature have one more night of life. 

That thought offered a flicker of comfort as she triple-checked that both the screen door and the sturdy wooden door were locked tight for the night.

Adla placed the shotgun within arm’s reach and settled into bed, her mind lingering on the wolf outside. She couldn’t shake the strange pull she felt. Yet, there was a quiet resolve in her heart—she would let the creature be. 

Maybe it wasn’t just a wolf. Maybe it was something more—a mirror reflecting her own struggles and wounds, a sign sent from her father to teach her something. The night was thick with uncertainty, but she felt no fear, only calm curiosity. She’d done all she could for now. 

As sleep tugged at her, she hoped that the wolf, with its heavy wounds and haunted eyes, would make it through the night. Tomorrow, she’d face whatever came next, but for now, she surrendered to the stillness, trusting that both she and the wolf would both survive until morning.

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hi :) lil thing I wrote abt richarlyson set in a scenario in which the islanders disappear :))

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Richarlyson's dads taught him a lot of things, when he was younger, however questionable.

He loved them, and they loved him. He knows this; it's stayed true through all his life. It was the only real, graspable truth, when he laid in bed in what they swore to him wasn't a captivity, despite the lack of windows or the low ceilling and the locked door he didn't know the password of.

It was what stayed true, when he had a nightmare and none of them were there to help, either busy having disappeared (as all dads do, naturally) or doing something far from his room.

It still stays true, to this day. He knows that. It has to.

Papai Felps told him to believe everything his dad Cellbit said, and he had said they love him, so it must be true.

He shifts in bed, rolling to the side. His tail occupies the rest of his bed, that way, and he can see the lights of the nearest neighbor's house through the window.

He pretends he can see one of his dads howling to the moon, beastly form taking over as he looks, mesmerized and scared. When his other dads get him home, where it's safe (but never safe enough, all his dads had said, at different times, in their own ways. He never stopped sleeping with the gun next to his pillow and a sword under his bed.), Richarlyson had asked if he'd be able to do that too someday. Papai Felps said he hoped not, with an anxious chuckle- daddy Pac said he probably could, if he tried enough, and if not they'd find a way. Richarlyson hugged him, then, and the memory of that warm, loving embrace almost lulls him to sleep.

Tallulah's flute cuts through the night, a sad melody he knows too well by now, nothing like papi Forever's howling. He turns in his bed again, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in. The closest hand wraps around the hilt of his gun (Bobby gave it to him, the second time they met, when Richarlyson knew himself better and so did his dads. He doesn't plan on letting go of it) instinctively, its presence soothing.

He remembers when he first successfully killed a monster with it, and his dad cheered and hugged him like it was the greatest thing he'd ever witnessed- and to him, at that moment, that was all that mattered.

Pai Mike taught him how to shoot upward- bala perdida, aimed at nothing in particular. He began shooting at the sky when he was happy, and sometimes it'd startle one of his dads, but he never hit anyone besides the Christ. He never meant to hit anyone, except for monsters and the vast sky.

At some point he began pretending he did want to hurt people with it, because papai Cellbit told him he had to keep up appearances, pretend he's mean and superior so no one would pick on him. Make them scared. But also that it was ok to be soft and find things cute too, in private, or with his dads. Never hide anything from his dads, because they love him, and they'd never judge him.

There's no one here to tell him that now.

Tallulah's tune comes to a stop, as all things do. He finds he doesn't like the silence, as he finds many other nights.

He misses his fathers' snores and his papi's howls and his dad's mutterings of murder in the night.

Richas gets up with a yawn, grabs his gun, drags himself to the window and shoots upwards through it, twice. He half expects to get a message from Bobby, something like a singular middle finger emoji.

No sounds come from the phone.

He plops back on the double bed where once many of his fathers (and sometimes him, when he was too scared to sleep alone in his too dark not-captivity and didn't think papi's decorations would be enough to keep the creeping feeling of something watching him away) slept, not bothering to tuck himself in, this time. The egg- not egg, a dragon, who's hatched and who's a teen and who doesn't need his dads anymore- simply lays there, arms spread over the empty bed, staring once more at the ceiling.

Sometimes, Richarlyson feels he's being watched. Tonight is one of those times.

He can't tell if it's a result of his own dads' paranoia or his own, or if something really is watching him. They did warn him about Them.

He thinks of how easy it would be to shoot Them, how easily papi Forever would tear Them apart, how his dad Cellbit would maim Them, if They touched him, despite all his fear of Them.

They're not here (they haven't been for a while), but Richas has the gun Bobby gave him and a sword one of his fathers gave him, which must be enough to kill whatever crosses his path.

They'd be proud of him, if they were here to see him.

He curls his tail around his body, pulling his legs up until his knees reach his chest. He can almost imagine it's not his tail, but daddy Pac, hugging him after that scary dream where he got trampled over by bulls and pai Mike died with him. Papi Forever called them all the way from the other side of the server, and their fighting was comforting.

He may never hear them fight over silly things again.

He decides he needs a pillow, so he untucks himself from his own wrap and painstakingly extends his arm to grab one. It's softer with that under him.

Pai Mike taught him how to steal things unnoticed. Sneak in and out, deny any knowledge of what was happening if you get caught. They stole from 1% dad Quackity, since his house was closest. It wasn't much, and pai Mike didn't say it out loud, but he knows he was proud of him.

Papai Felps later helped him steal from Foolish, or so he remembers. That's around when he met Leonarda.

Richas wonders how she's doing.

Richarlyson had been the late bloomer among the eggs- according to tio Phil, and his siblings themselves, the day his dads arrived (and he appeared from seemingly nowhere, knowing only who his dads were, and the vague shape of a mother), everyone thought their eggs would die. Instead, they showed up with cracks on their shells, meaning they'd either die or hatch soon- Richarlyson didn't have those cracks at that point. Dapper had been almost completely out of his shell by the time his own began to crack.

Daddy Pac said it was okay, though. That it would just mean he's stronger- after all, the younger you are, the more naturally healthy you are. His siblings wouldn't even be able to hold a gun anymore, but he'd still be strong and he'd be able to do and get anything he wanted.

He laughed and pecked his dad- memory says his face turned into a perfect :o when he did. Richas chuckled; his dad picked him up and spinned him around.

Maybe things began getting weird when the first of his siblings began to hatch, but... he had his fathers, then, and what were Leo's distressed messages regarding her dads when his own were waiting inside to teach him more about tax evasion?

Dad Cellbit and Papai Felps were there when he hatched- they were so, so proud of him, hugging him and showering him in compliments, telling him he'd be as big as Foolish's statue one day. Then it gets hazy- papi, barging in, some emotion clear in his face, although he cannot remember which. It turns into happiness, when he sees Richarlyson, bits of egg shell still on him, but it doesn't last nearly long enough. He says... something, calls his other two dads and puts them on speaker.

They're out the door in a flash, telling Richarlyson to wait for them to come back.

He thinks someone screamed something, outside. "FEL- FOREVER!", or along those lines.

He's been waiting ever since.

His dads taught him how to play football, how to evade taxes, how to sleep with an eye open because you never know who's after you. They taught him how to kill those devilish bulls, how to make tapioca, how to tend to the farms. They taught him each other came above all else- that the world was unkind, but they weren't, not to him. His dad told him he used to be a criminal, kill hundreds of people. His dad never hurt him.

They loved him, and he loved them- still does.

They'd be proud of him, now, for laying on bed with a gun in hand and an easy to get sword. For shooting at the sky with no regard for what happens after. For not trusting people because they're not his dads.

He shoots himself upwards, shooting at the window with precision he's been practicing since he was a baby. Cucurucho does not move, barely noticing the shot. It simply stands there, watching, for a few minutes, until it gets tired of his unrelentless stare back and runs away as always.

He doesn't sleep that night, again.

[boxfullaturtles]

Not sure if you're writing specific versions of the turtles for the angst prompts, but would you be able to do 2003 Raph with 19 (beastly) or 32 (begging)?

"Tell me not to." The villain of the week orders--some new chump the Purple Dragons have on their payroll.

Raph grinds his teeth, hands clenched so hard into fists that they're shaking. The bastard's got a gun pressed against Mikey's shell. And while Raph and his brothers are tough, at that range the bullet will punch right through and then Mikey's...

"I already dropped my weapons, ya' dickweed! What more do ya' want!?" Raph snaps, letting his anger coat the terror thudding in his chest. Anger is so much easier to manage than fear.

"I want you to beg me not to shoot him," The guy's got a sneer like he's the one with all the cards. And right now, he is, "Beg me, come on, freak, I wanna hear you plead for his life."

"Raph--" Mikey chokes on whatever stupid joke he was trying to make.

They both know that Raph will do anything for his brothers. Just like any of them would do anything for him. Raph embraces all the violence and rage and bitterness so his brothers don't have to. Raph will take all the hard hits, throw all the worst punches, and do all the dirty work. If it means keeping his brothers' hands clean, he'll take it.

So it doesn't take much effort for him to bite the words out, "Don't shoot him. Don't do it. Just let him go."

"That don't sound like beggin', that sounded like an order..." There's a click of the hammer pulling back and Mikey shivers.

"Please!" Raph shouts, taking a half a step forward, "Please don't! Please, just let him go!"

"Eh, I dunno if you mean it..."

Desperation burns fuel for rage and Raph drops to his knees, "Please don't hurt him! He--he's just a kid! He's my baby brother! I'll do anything!" Everything's spilling out, he's opened a flood gate and it doesn't want to close. His voice cracks and he hates it but he can't stop, "Take me instead! Let him go and take me! Please!"

"No, Raph!"

"You wanna take the bullet for your pal?"

Raph's breath hitches and his chest is shuddering. He meets Mikey's gaze and Mikey is begging him not to do this. But Leo's always going on about responsibility and Raph is responsible for getting them in this mess. It's his burden to bear.

"Yes," He breathes and has to force his lungs to work louder, "Yes, shoot me instead. Let him go and shoot me instead! I--I can take it!" Pride means nothing in the face of potentially losing a brother, "Please! PLEASE!"

"Well, since you asked so nicely..." The chump moves pretty fast for a human. Between one blink and the next, Raph sees the barrel of the gun aimed at him.

Then there's that ear-splitting BANG and agony punches him in the chest, sending him toppling backwards. His ears are ringing but he can still hear Mikey's distant scream. The floor is spinning, the pain blistering over his other senses until he's just a throbbing beat of suffering. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts so bad. There's a flower of hurt blooming just below his collarbone, right above his plastron, and it's digging its roots deep into his chest cavity, filling him up until he can't hardly breathe.

"Raph! RAPH! RAPHIE, PLEASE!" Distantly there are familiar hands on him and Mikey's voice screeching from under a film of muddy water, "Please say something! Raph, please! Don't--don't leave me here, bro..."

His vision swims in and out of focus, darkening at the edges, and Raph squints up at Mikey's tearful face. Aw shit, he's made Mikey cry. Leo's going to lecture him for that one.

"'S 'kay, Mike..." Fuck, it's so hard to talk. Raph is nothing but a vessel of pain, pain, pain and pain doesn't have a language, "You s-safe...?"

"R-Raphie, you're bleeding...! I--I dunno what to do! Don's not--no, no, shit, please, please, Raphie, please!"

"M' t-tellin' Leo that you s-swore..." Raph wheezes and lets his eyes close because it's way too hard to keep them open.

Mikey makes a disgusting sound, all gummed up and choked like he's the one who can't breathe. There's water dripping on Raph's face, making him twitch. Did it start raining? Crap, they should get home before it starts to downpour. They were outside, right? Things are becoming slippery. Raph is sinking into a sea of fiery agony.

"M-Mikey?"

"Yeah, yeah, Raphie, I'm right here! I'm right here!"

"...you safe?"

Mikey sobs and Raph feels his baby brother press their forehead's together, "Y-yeah, I...I'm okay, Raph, I'm safe. I promise I'm safe. But--but you gotta be safe too, okay! You gotta stay here! You gotta stay safe and--and you can't go anywhere!"

"M'kay..." Raph mumbles. There's a screech like tires from beyond the veil of pain he's draped in, doors slamming, voice calling, "'M here...stayin' here...I...I'll..."

He wants to say he'll always be here. Because somebody's got to take all the hits that he won't ever let his brothers feel.

But he doesn't manage to get the words out before the roots of the flower in his chest squeeze the last of the air from his lungs. He sinks all the way to the bottom of the pain-filled trench and lets the sea wash him away into darkness.

[michaelsfavgirl]

Mike is so beautiful like, bro is the definition of perfection. he's a "no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to thetoilet seat, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream, and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried, against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, on the back of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce, in the pool, in the garden, bent over, in the basement, against the window, having the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffing, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan introducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, can't walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, vulcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell devolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, splendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming" type of dude, you get what I'm saying

well, anyways pookie bear is gorgeous

with all my love, hope ♡

no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream, and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried, against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, on the back of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce, in the pool, in the garden, bent over, in the basement, against the window, having the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffing, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan introducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, can't walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, vulcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell devolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, splendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming

I literally have no words besides AMEN TO THAT. + the visuals??? Mhm yeah scrumptious

[sapphic-bats]

It all started on Eddie's birthday.

Dustin had adamantly insisted that they host a party, to which Eddie relented, amused. After all, he had never really had a party before. They bought cake, invited everyone to Steve's, and decorated the house in colors that Eddie was baffled to see. I mean, who decorated for something as insignificant as a birthday celebration?

The gifts started out reasonably cheap for last-minute presents. It was more than Eddie had ever gotten, lest Wayne would buy him a very important gift every year, having saved up money since Eddie's last birthday. Dustin bought him more D&D books and a few sets of multi-colored dice. Mike handed him a small, cardboard necklace box that previously held a pendant of Nancy's, and now held all sorts of shiny, iridescent guitar picks. Will blushed, unused to praise, at the gratitude he received for a beautiful portrait of the Hellfire Club mascot in all its glory. Erica and Lucas gifted him a Mettalica t-shirt, one that wasn't currently sitting in Eddie's collection. So on, so on.

Until it reached Steve.

He laughed as everyone cheered at him, egging him on persistently until he gave in and placed the small box in front of Eddie.

The man grinned and cracked open the case, staring down at a beautiful onyx ring, embossed with a bat-shaped gem embedded into the center. His eyes widened, gaping at the object before a wolfish smile broke upon his face.

He looked up at Steve. "So soon? You haven't even asked me out to dinner yet."

Steve laughed, a twinge of sheepishness glinting through, though melting away with Eddie's jest. "You wish. No," He smiled. "I saw it in a store and... I thought of you."

The other man inspected it suspiciously. "How much did this even cost?" He scoffed aloud.

Steve said nothing.

Eddie now peered back up at the man scrutinizingly. "Steve. How much did this cost?"

"Ah, um," The brunette sucked on his bottom lip stubbornly. "Yeah, no. Robs, you're up."

As Robin went on to endow her present, Eddie snuck sneering glares of inquiry at Steve. Eventually, he acquiesced, but he never forgot the gift and its donor.

[]

One last "Vecna" scare.

Vines has seeped into the Right Side Up, thrashing around like their beastly counterparts, both bats and dogs together. One last mission before Vecna had died, one that they had not forgotten in their months in the opposing realm, waiting for an opportunity to carry out their orders of their deceased master.

Eddie took a drag from his cigarette before handing it to Steve. They were on night watch duty while the others gathered materials. Steve exhaled shakily, then inhaled from the cigarette.

"So, this is it."

Steve frowned, glancing over to rest his eyes on Eddie. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, this could be our last battle, and we know it." The man laughed humorlessly. "Everyone knows it, I see it weighing down the kids, and... eh, I dunno. It sucks, man."

Steve nodded, eyebrows lowering in empathy. "Yeah, I feel it too." He shuddered. "As long as we stick together this time, everything will be fine."

There was a pause for a moment, before Eddie took the cigarette from Steve and gripped the man's hands.

"Hey, promise me that if anything goes south, take the kids and run. I can fend for myself."

Steve recoiled, something akin to anger flashing on his face. "Can you? Because the last time you played hero, you died."

But Eddie wasn't perturbed. "I know. But it's a lot better than risking a casualty among the kids." He gazed down sadly, almost regrettably.

"Listen, Eddie. Our party doesn't just abandon our members when things look rough. We're not gonna let you get hurt, not this time." He glared at him, directly in the eyes. "But you have to do your part, and not try to do hero shit. You just completely disregarded my instructions!"

Eddie still wouldn't meet Steve's eyes. "So what do you want me to tell you?" Frustration laced his voice gingerly.

"I don't know, but you can do a lot better than just, 'Make him pay.'"

A silence hung in the air, and Eddie sighed.

"That's not what I was going to say."

Steve looked over.

"'Make him pay'? That wasn't what I really wanted to say." Eddie reiterated.

A pause. "What... were you going to say?"

Eddie inhaled deeply, meditatively, as if preparing to reveal something he wished to have kept buried, however it killed him.

"I was going to tell you I loved you."

Another hesitation.

"You... love me?"

Eddie nodded, finally meeting Steve's gaze. "And I can't die without telling you first."

He could swear his heartbeat raised about twenty percent, breathing hastened, hands shaking. Steve knew it was now or never.

All of his life, he had taken risks for other people. It was time he took one for himself.

He leaned forwards and kissed Eddie, shock rippling through the other for a mere moment before he kissed back, taking the man in his arms. They stood there for a moment, tasting skin and dark salt and cigarette smoke, and though the combination might sound repulsive, soon a citrus-sweet flavor began to bloom between it. They parted, heaving with the energy they'd sacrificed and the adrenaline they had created.

"I love you too." Steve gasped, something glistening near his waterline, shining like raindrops on the windshield of a car. It felt so good to finally be the one to say it back.

Eddie laughed victoriously, a feat of his nerves well over, rejection far behind them. Steve couldn't help but laugh too, still entwined in the other's grasp.

"Steve, I love you so much I could marry you right now." He joked, his fit of laughter still shaking him.

He didn't know what came over him, but Steve grinned. "So do it."

The laughter died in astonishment. "Wha- really?"

Steve nodded, furrowing his brows in ridicule of something almost unspeakable. "Yeah, fuck whatever laws there are. Marry me."

Maybe it was the adrenaline, but there was no unsurety or regret in any word he spoke, nor was there a trace of either in his gleaming eyes. Eddie blinked, and soon his face mirrored Steve's simper.

"Well, then. Steve Harrington," He released Steve, dropping to one knee gracefully. "Love of my life, heir to the heavens, will you make me the happiest man in the world, and marry me?"

He had slid a ring of his off of his left hand, the skull ring that had previously resided on his ring-finger, and held it up to Steve in proposal.

The man wasted no time in seizing the ring from Eddie's open palm, and slipping it onto his own engagement finger. He pulled the man to his feet and kissed him again, this time smiling widely.

When they separated, Eddie smirked. "I believe we have one more step to the process?"

Steve smiled knowingly, knitting his brows in mock annoyance. He then held out his hand. "My weapon?"

The other slid the onyx ring off of his finger adjacent to his middle, the middle finger which was adorned with an old ring that he now hastily moved to a separate finger on his right hand, along with the rest of his rings on the left. He dropped it into Steve's palm.

The man barely had any time to speak once he kneeled. "Eddie Munson, will you marry-"

He was interrupted by Eddie taking hold of his face on either side and pressing his lips to Steve's. He just about giggled. "Yes."

[]

And on October 6th, 2014, their rings, never once removed, touched together while they laced their fingers in front of the TV as it spoke the headline, "Gay Marriage Now Legalized In Indiana".

(Go follow my Ao3, Pink_October_Bones! I'm in the final stage of editing some stories, and will be posting thousands of words-worth of fan fictions soon!)

[gudsouplady]

Watching Ghosts (S1,E2) Gorilla war (spoilers)

• Mike is such an amazing husband

• The pigeon and robin scared the absolute hell out of me and Alison

• Alison just ran into a door

• It’s Ben Willbond !!!!!!!! (I love him)

• The intro is and will always be amazing

• Mike using the drill like it’s a gun and singing 😂

• Poor Fanny just wants sleep.

• The drilling over Fanny’s speech is really funny

• Kitty is too cute and pure for this world

• She’s The only one who can see them

• “You beastly wretch”

• “And a first from Cambridge”

• Robin reenacting his incident with the bear

• Captain directing everything like always

• Thomas really just loves Alison

• “I had cousin, that’s all he said”

• Mr sledgehammer”

• “Why is it always about war with you”

(Captain noises)

• “ I stopped a crisis, By starting a war”

• “HOW DARE YOU”

• “Imagine that slammed”

• Julian is trying to google himself like we all have done before

• Mike is singing again

• Fanny hates the portrait of her ex husband. For obvious reasons

• Kitty being goofy with the hole in the wall

• “I thought we were friends”

• Julian was so close

• There’s not internet in the basement

• “Or just hit it with a hammer”

• The captain’s fascination with the tv

• “Looks like some idiot took a hammer to it”

The idiot was you, Mike

• Alison is trying to ignore the Captain Backfired

• Julian is trying to google himself again

• “Hello to you”

• Pat is such a nice guy by giving Alison a tour of the house

• “Chambre - That’s French”

• “You beautiful girl” Talking about the war documentary

• Julian’s plan also backfired horribly

• “If you were dead,I would thrash your bottom, sir” I’m sorry what ????

• Mary is just trying her best even if she’s is just repeating “ Get out,Get out, Get out”

• Robin in the pantry

• Julian interrupting Alison on the phone

• Fanny trying to teach Alison to be a ✨ Proper lady ✨

• “ A lady wouldn’t tell me to do that to myself”

• Mary is trying again which is preventing Alison from sleeping

• “I am the very model of a modern major general” Needs to be my alarm

• No Robin in the pantry but in the fridge

• Julian ranting about “The chancellor’s red box” and “the man in the sailor’s sauna”

• Can Thomas leave Alison alone ???????

• The weirdest love confession

• Can they all stop yelling at Alison

• Why is Kitty under the covers ?????

• “Do you think it’s something we said.” She ran away screaming, Pat

• Mike is trying to fix the boiler

• She has become aware of the plague people in her basement

• The room is full of “donkeys”

• She needs medical attention

• The doctor was a ghost

• She can see all the ghosts everywhere

• She stood up to the ghosts !!!!

• The house is in harmony

• Mike knows the ghosts are there

• They fixed the boiler

I rate it a 10/10 because it was such a good follow up episode and I’m really excited to watch the rest

[crinosg]

Alright here's part 2 (or part 3 maybe?)

I think its scientifically impossible to fuck up Scrooges design because its just so iconic. I mean the gold hat might be a bit much but I like the jet pack.

.......Oh my God.

NEXT TIME ON LION KING Z!!! SIMBA HAS ONLY FIVE MINUTES TO DEFEAT SCAR BEFORE THE PRIDE LANDS EXPLODE! IN ORDER TO STOP SCAR, HE WILL HAVE TO USE THE CIRCLE OF LIFE BALL!!! CAN HE FORM IT IN TIME? FIND OUT TODAY!!!

I can't even MOVING ON.

You know at first I thought they gave her a scythe, but looking at it now I realize its a giant pickaxe. Which makes sens because the Dwarves gave it to her. Like you think she would be healing or support because of how she was in the movie but nope, Snow White gonna crack some skulls. She's through playing nice. Also really like her costume.

Like what do you want me to say? its Stitch in his space suit. Its fine.

Okay power Armor for Mike I kinda get But Sully's already a big guy (I mean so is the Beast but Beast is supposed to be fighting back his beastly urges, not sure what Sully here is going for).

Okay, Tinkerbell looks suspiciously close to her canon form, what is going on here...

Ah there we go. Like I made the Simba going super Sayian joke. I don't even know what Tinkerbelle is doing.

Not gonna lie was never a big Tron guy. Moving on.

Hey did you know that Ursula's design was based on a famous Drag Queen? I feel like they may have leaned into that. I also like she carries a giant contract on her back. This almost feels like a league of legends design with how cartoony and over the top it is.

Oh come on this is just being mean now. Don't make WallE fight. DON'T MAKE WALL E FIGHT. Come on. He's a little guy.

I did not se Lightyear either, but I'm guessing they were trying to bridge the gap between the toy story version and the new one. He looks fine I guess.

Again, this is something I could see Jafar wear in canon.

Okay, Jasmine is the best Disney princess don't think anyone is gonna fight me on this, and I really like this design. It works better than the Aladdin one at least.

Tigger come on now. He looks like he's about to go camping. You're gonna send that poor plush toy to die fighting the Heartless or whatever? For shame.

Well that's all the Mirrorverse characters. Thank you for listening to my Ted Talk.

[steddie-fanfic-recs]

Moonlight and Blood

by TheWildChilde

Rating: Mature Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Character: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley, Jonathan Byers, Will Byers, Mike Wheeler, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Dustin Henderson, Lucas Sinclair, Jason Carver Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Werewolves, Vampires, Eddie is a terrible vampire, Steve is pack mom, Wolf Pack, Pack Dynamics, Vampire Eddie Munson, Werewolf Steve Harrington Words: 10,052 Chapters: 1/1

Summary

The wolf hauls itself out of the water, almost twice the size of a normal wolf, golden-brown eyes flaying his soul from his body as it pads forward. An unbeknownst instinct grips Eddie’s fear soaked mind and he hisses, staring down the wolf with his teeth bared. It responds with a beastly growl and Eddie shrinks further back against the rocky wall. “Fuck, I’m gonna die.” --- With the full moon on the rise Steve is anxious about his pack's first outing since they all changed. Eddie is pretty sure this is the worst hangover he's ever had.

[steddiefanfictionforbillylovers]

"Moonlight and Blood" by TheWildChilde

The wolf hauls itself out of the water, almost twice the size of a normal wolf, golden-brown eyes flaying his soul from his body as it pads forward. An unbeknownst instinct grips Eddie’s fear soaked mind and he hisses, staring down the wolf with his teeth bared. It responds with a beastly growl and Eddie shrinks further back against the rocky wall.

“Fuck, I’m gonna die.”

With the full moon on the rise Steve is anxious about his pack's first outing since they all changed.

Eddie is pretty sure this is the worst hangover he's ever had.

Tags under the cut:

Relationship:

Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Characters:

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

Nancy Wheeler

Robin Buckley

Jonathan Byers

Will Byers

Mike Wheeler

Eleven | Jane Hopper

Maxine "Max" Mayfield

Dustin Henderson

Lucas Sinclair

Jason Carver

Additional Tags:

Alternate Universe

Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things)

Werewolves

Vampires

Eddie is a terrible vampire

Steve is pack mom

Wolf Pack

Pack Dynamics

Vampire Eddie Munson

Werewolf Steve Harrington

Note: The tropes/Tags/Kinks in these fics do not always represent my personal likes/dislikes. I will post fics that are Friendly/Neutral or Critically Positive to this site regardless of my own opinion of the fic.

[cristalconnors]

SONGS OF 2022

find the best albums of 2022 here

20. "Coochie (a bedtime story)" SHYGIRL

Silly, sexy, and sophisticated, this fairly straightforward, sweetly raunchy track is complicated by a lush, immersive soundscape that once again places Shygirl at the forefront of electronic production.

19. "Ask me how I sleep at night" EIKO ISHIBASHI

The entirety of For McCoy, Eiko Ishibashi’s bizarre ode to the beloved protagonist of Law & Order, is compelling stuff, but it is when the themes of the gargantuan, at times esoteric “I can feel guilty about anything” converge on the jazzy, ruminative “Ask me how I sleep at night” that the record really comes alive, evoking Bernard Herrman’s Taxi Driver score and Mike Post’s iconic Law & Order theme while imbuing them with both a wistfulness and a strange kind of optimism to imagine a rich interior life for Jack McCoy that the show doesn’t let us see.

18. "Ribs" TIRZAH

Tirzah returns to the sound palette of last year's monumental Colourgrade, marrying live instrumentation with harsh, avant garde textures that embrace dissonance and “ugly” sounds to somehow fashion a gorgeous vision of domestic bliss that hangs in the air, meandering along at its own pace.

17. "Dog Pound" BBYAFRICKA

There's a subtle chaos to Bbyafricka's raps- the vaguely sinister beats, the sometimes unintelligible lyrics, her propensity for getting off rhythm, intentionally rushing or lagging behind the tempo to create a fascinating tension. "Dog Pound" exemplifies all these tendencies in a standout track that announces her as a thoroughly new voice in rap.

16. "Leathery Whip" ALDOUS HARDING

The image that Aldous Harding conjures of the beastly nature of life's trials and tribulations- "Here come life with his leathery whip"- is as funny as it is frightening, much like life itself, and is ingeniously echoed in the bizarre, cartoonish supplemental vocals of H. Hawkline and Jason Williamson.

15. "Pressed" ALVVAYS

"Pressed" best exemplifies the controlled chaos Alvvays distills on Blue Rev, a blistering, frenetic two minutes of soaring melodies and dense arrangements that perfectly fold into each other to create truly sublime indie pop rock.

14. "Twin Flame" WEYES BLOOD

Natalie Mering expands her toolkit on "Twin Flame" by bringing the drum machine to the foreground with a driving beat that vaults her sound forward a decade or so into the 1980s, creating an interesting juxtaposition of the album's recurring theme of flames with the cool, submarine groove, becoming the beating heart of the album.

13. "God is a Circle" YVES TUMOR

Over the course of their career, Yves Tumor has been gradually softening the edges of their songwriting while also letting us get a slightly clearer picture of the artist. While the labored breaths and horror shrieks that provide the foundation for this rollicking track could only constitute a "softening" for Tumor, the portrait they paint of a dysfunctional relationship feels like possibly the most straightforward song of their entire ouevre, both lyrically and structurally. It is also perhaps the most vulnerable we've ever seen them, laying their most intimate feelings bare while also grappling with their oppressive, religious upbringing in more explicit ways than ever before.

12. "Wake Me up to Drive" BIG THIEF

An unlikely marriage of accordion and drum machine provides the base for "Wake Me up to Drive," a dazzlingly strange ode to companionship and selflessness on the road. Are they driving a car or a schooner wagon? It's hard to tell, but that uncertainly underlines the refreshing lawlessness of Big Thief's songwriting on their expansive 5th album.

11. "S.D.O.S." ALEX G

As a percussionist in school, I longed for an opportunity to play the güiro, the ribbed, gourd-like Puerto Rican instrument that you play by dragging a scraper across its ridges, but its almost comically frog-like sound was rarely called for in classical music. On "S.D.O.S.," Alex G inspiredly juxtaposes its inherent silliness with a sinister piano melody and disturbing, distorted vocals that make for one of the most idiosyncratic soundscapes in his catalogue, a remarkable feat for such a distinctive and prolific artist. By the time we reach the first legible lyrics- "God is my designer / Jesus is my lawyer,” we’ve given up on trying to decipher what “S.D.O.S.��� might stand for and instead embrace the inexplicable allure of Alex G's sonic world.

10. "home" TWO SHELL

A sickly sweet, supersonic drum n' bass beat that reminds you of The Powerpuff Girls theme song and pitched up vocals so squeaky they're nearly unintelligible collide in this euphoric barn burner of a track that should come with a disclaimer for inducing mania.

9. "No Tiempo" LUCRECIA DALT

Warbling organ and whirring electronics that sound beamed in from outer space suddenly give way to earthbound clarinet and airy flute in this stunning impression of an alien being's first encounter with the terrestrial world, with sparse woodblock keeping the languid tempo and a memorable implementation of the vibraslap evoking a kind of exotic whimsy that sets the tone for Dalt's genre expanding 8th studio album.

8. "Poland" LIL YACHTY

It's incredible how much meaning Lil Yachty packs into this little ditty (that clocks in well under 2 minutes) about smuggling lean into a foreign country with the simple refrain "I took the Wock to Poland"- simultaneously a comment on drug dependency and substance abuse, the excesses of fame, his worldwide reach, all hypnotically quavered atop woozy synths to undeniable effect.

7. "Movie Screen" JUNGLEPUSSY

"Don't give me side eye / As I shapeshift" is just one of Junglepussy's knowing winks at her own maturation as an artist on "Movie Screen," one swaggering flex track among many in her discography, but this one sees her in full command of her powers, spitting bars about Ludi boards and roti folding, but also about personal betterment and self realization atop a Nick Hakim produced beat of looped tremolo violin that lends the track a cinematic grandeur.

6. "Bootstrap Jubilee" YVES JARVIS

Yves Jarvis reflects on his upbringing and early development as an artist by faithfully emulating the sounds of his influences where he’d typically refashion them into something more idiosyncratic and avant garde. A sunny, looping acoustic guitar riff and driving verses that build in unbroken, sing-songy fashion delivered in his now trademark stacked vocals combine to create what has to be his catchiest tune to date and perhaps also his most conventional. Only the chorus, which is something of an anti-chorus the way it abruptly interrupts the gleeful rhythm by scrapping the drums and replacing them with discordant harmonies that unexpectedly resolve back into the lilting verses, reminds us that he can’t ever let anything be too straightforward.

5. "Happy Ending" KELELA

When Kelela re-emerged from her long self-imposed hiatus with the stunning ballad “Washed Away,” she assured her rabid fans “please TRUST the bangers are on the way.” And as promised, just one month later she returned once more with “one for the club”- a sexy, infectious dance track that feels like an unexpected continuation of that first single. Where “Washed Away” found her shedding the markers of her previous work in search of a “change of pace,” this song picks up the tempo and slips tantalizingly between major and minor keys, recalling the euphoric, boundary pushing heights of classics like “Rewind” or “Frontline,”assuring the listener that Kelela remains Kelela.

4. "Victimhood" BJÖRK

Björk deploys ominous, billowing bass clarinets to cast victimhood as a boggy prison she’s struggling to escape, calling to mind the image of Kirsten Dunst trudging through black gunk that clings to her legs and threatens to swallow her in Melancholia. The combination of reed instruments and rave inspired beats that is the central sonic idea of the album never works as well as it does on the transcendent bridge, charting Björk’s Orphean journey out of the clutches of victim mentality and toward accountability.

3. "Light Me Up" RAVYN LENAE

“Light Me Up” finds Ravyn Lenae luxuriating in the abandon of new love, her pillowy vocals fluttering over a gently pulsing, unrushed beat from frequent collaborator Steve Lacy that stops time, gradually gaining complexity as you slowly slip deeper into the song’s lush textures.

2. "the mystic" NILÜFER YANYA

PAINLESS was in constant rotation for me this year. Stacked front to back with catchy, approachable indie pop rock that is also deceptively complex and textually rich, there were multiple songs I considered for this list. I went through several phases of different favorites; opener “the dealer” with its skittering drumbeat and propulsive energy, “midnight sun” with its arpeggiated, melancholic pulse. Settling on “the mystic” felt more instinctual than logical. Taking the sunny, radio-friendly sounds of turn-of-the-millennium acts like Sugar Ray and imbuing them with a yearning wistfulness, the song feels like sitting in the backseat, watching the world whiz by in wonder while powerless to do anything about it. The lyrics are abstract enough that I hadn’t realized that this feeling was precisely what the song was about until I read her description of the track in the editor’s notes for the album on Apple Music. “It’s about watching other people get on with their lives and feeling like you’re being left behind…” Perhaps I subconsciously understood this and gravitated to the song because I’ve felt that way myself, particularly as I hurdle inexorably toward 30. That Yanya conjures the sensation so exactly and so impressionistically is a small miracle.

1. "AMERICA HAS A PROBLEM" BEYONCÉ

With a title like “AMERICA HAS A PROBLEM,” I worried briefly that this song might be some hollow, trite comment on any number of the numerous problems plaguing our country, well-meaning but ultimately ineffectual. But when the song finally rolled around and those punchy, late 80s / early 90s synths came in, announcing that America’s “problem” is actually the dangerously addictive nature of Beyoncé herself, I quickly realized that this was my very favorite kind of Beyoncé song; the kind she lets her hair down in, where she doesn’t take herself too seriously, where she isn’t afraid to lean into the humor, or sometimes even outright camp. Borrowing its hook and general themes from Kilo’s 1990 track “America Has a Problem Cocaine,”  a lively yet unsparing meditation on the crack epidemic set to a rollicking dance beat in the vein of Grandmaster Flash, Beyoncé substitutes herself for the cocaine to craft an inspiredly silly flex track about how we’re all so obsessed with her, with sonorous bass lines that rattle your speakers and an infectious, driving groove that demands to be heard on the dancefloor. When she bellows "No!" with an authority only she could command, she is the voice of God.

[nightsidewrestling]

D.U.D.E: Teams List (Lucifarian Combos)

Duos/Tag Teams (C.R.C - Deuawds)

Damien:

Father's Pride (Damien & Vi)

Father's Joy (Damien & Billie)

Family Funds (Damien & Geia)

Family Feeders (Damien & Kirby)

Eternal Rest (Damien & Honey)

Family Envy (Damien & Eli)

Family Fighters (Damien & Sara)

Vi:

Father's Pride (Damien & Vi)

The Vixens (Vi & Billie)

Dynasty (Vi & Geia)

Cherry Bombs (Vi & Kirby)

Lavender's Blue (Vi & Honey)

The Killer Barbies (Vi & Eli)

Violet Offenders (Vi & Sara)

Billie:

Father's Joy (Damien & Billie)

The Vixens (Vi & Billie)

Black Widows (Billie & Geia)

Beauty & Beastly (Billie & Kirby)

The Dream Team (Billie & Honey)

Jealous Lovers (Billie & Eli)

Twisted Steel & Sex Appeal (Billie & Sara)

Geia:

Family Funds (Damien & Geia)

Dynasty (Vi & Geia)

Black Widows (Billie & Geia)

Golden Boars (Geia & Kirby)

Blue & Gold (Geia & Honey)

Reality Chic (Geia & Eli)

The Wild Things (Geia & Sara)

Kirby:

N.P.R [Native Pride Regime] (With 'Monster’ Mike [M.M] / Ash Thunder [A.T] / Sakurako[Y.N])

Family Feeders (Damien & Kirby)

Cherry Bombs (Vi & Kirby)

Beauty & Beastly (Billie & Kirby)

Golden Boars (Geia & Kirby)

Total Knockouts (Kirby & Honey)

Want & Desire (Kirby & Eli)

Twisted Sisters (Kirby & Sara)

Honey:

Eternal Rest (Damien & Honey)

Lavender's Blue (Vi & Honey)

The Dream Team (Billie & Honey)

Blue & Gold (Geia & Honey)

Total Knockouts (Kirby & Honey)

The Purely Insane (Honey & Eli)

The Phoenix & The Phantom (Honey & Sara)

Eli:

Family Envy (Damien & Eli)

The Killer Barbies (Vi & Eli)

Jealous Lovers (Billie & Eli)

Reality Chic (Geia & Eli)

Want & Desire (Kirby & Eli)

The Purely Insane (Honey & Eli)

The Valkyries (Eli & Sara)

Sara:

Family Fighters (Damien & Sara)

Violet Offenders (Vi & Sara)

Twisted Steel & Sex Appeal (Billie & Sara)

The Wild Things (Geia & Sara)

Twisted Sisters (Kirby & Sara)

The Phoenix & The Phantom (Honey & Sara)

The Valkyries (Eli & Sara)

Trios (C.R.C - Triawd)

Damien:

Father's Pride & Joy (Damien, Vi & Billie)

Family Funded Pride (Damien, Vi & Geia)

Family Fed Pride (Damien, Vi & Kirby)

Buried With Pride (Damien, Vi & Honey)

Sisters Rivalry (Damien, Vi & Eli)

Pride In The Fight (Damien, Vi & Sara)

Family Funded Joy (Damien, Billie & Geia)

Family Fed Joy (Damien, Billie & Kirby)

Joyous Wake (Damien, Billie & Honey)

Mind Games (Damien, Billie & Eli)

Fighting With Joy (Damien, Billie & Sara)

Family Fed Funds (Damien, Geia & Kirby)

Family Funded Funeral (Damien, Geia & Honey)

Family Funded Envy (Damien, Geia & Eli)

Family Funded Fighters (Damien, Geia & Sara)

Wake Snacking (Damien, Kirby & Honey)

Family Fed Envy (Damien, Kirby & Eli)

Family Fed Fighters (Damien, Kirby & Sara)

Buried With Envy (Damien, Honey & Eli)

Buried Fighting (Damien, Honey & Sara)

Envious Fighters (Damien, Eli & Sara)

Vi:

Father's Pride & Joy (Damien, Vi & Billie)

Family Funded Pride (Damien, Vi & Geia)

Family Fed Pride (Damien, Vi & Kirby)

Buried With Pride (Damien, Vi & Honey)

Sisters Rivalry (Damien, Vi & Eli)

Pride In The Fight (Damien, Vi & Sara)

Dynasty Vixens (Vi, Billie & Geia)

Vixen Bombs (Vi, Billie & Kirby)

Lavender Vixens (Vi, Billie & Honey)

Vixen Barbies (Vi, Billie & Eli)

Vixen Offenders (Vi, Billie & Sara)

Dynasty Bombs (Vi, Geia & Kirby)

Lavender Dynasty (Vi, Geia & Honey)

Dynasty Barbies (Vi, Geia & Eli)

Offender Dynasty (Vi, Geia & Sara)

Lavender Cherry Bombs (Vi, Kirby & Honey)

Barbie Bombs (Vi, Kirby & Eli)

Cherry Offenders (Vi, Kirby & Sara)

Lavender Barbies (Vi, Honey & Eli)

Lavender Offenders (Vi, Honey & Sara)

Violent Barbies (Vi, Eli & Sara)

Billie:

Father's Pride & Joy (Damien, Vi & Billie)

Family Funded Joy (Damien, Billie & Geia)

Family Fed Joy (Damien, Billie & Kirby)

Joyous Wake (Damien, Billie & Honey)

Mind Games (Damien, Billie & Eli)

Fighting With Joy (Damien, Billie & Sara)

Dynasty Vixens (Vi, Billie & Geia)

Vixen Bombs (Vi, Billie & Kirby)

Vixen Barbies (Vi, Billie & Eli)

Vixen Offenders (Vi, Billie & Sara)

Black Widow Beasts (Billie, Geia & Kirby)

Dream Widows (Billie, Geia & Honey)

Jealous Widows (Billie, Geia & Eli)

Twisted Widows (Billie, Geia & Sara)

Dreams & Nightmares (Billie, Kirby & Honey)

Jealous Beasts (Billie, Kirby & Eli)

Twisted & Beastly ( Billie, Kirby & Sara)

Dream Lovers (Billie, Honey & Eli)

Twisted Dreams (Billie, Honey & Sara)

Jealous & Twisted (Billie, Eli & Sara)

Geia:

Family Funded Pride (Damien, Vi & Geia)

Family Funded Joy (Damien, Billie & Geia)

Family Fed Funds (Damien, Geia & Kirby)

Family Funded Funeral (Damien, Geia & Honey)

Family Funded Envy (Damien, Geia & Eli)

Family Funded Fighters (Damien, Geia & Sara)

Dynasty Vixens (Vi, Billie & Geia)

Dynasty Bombs (Vi, Geia & Kirby)

Lavender Dynasty (Vi, Geia & Honey)

Dynasty Barbies (Vi, Geia & Eli)

Offender Dynasty (Vi, Geia & Sara)

Black Widow Beasts (Billie, Geia & Kirby)

Dream Widows (Billie, Geia & Honey)

Jealous Widows (Billie, Geia & Eli)

Twisted Widows (Billie, Geia & Sara)

Blue & Gold Boars (Geia, Kirby & Honey)

Golden Reality (Geia, Kirby & Eli)

Wild Boars (Geia, Kirby & Sara)

Blue & Gold Reality (Geia, Honey & Eli)

Blue Wilderness (Geia, Honey & Sara)

Wild Reality (Geia, Eli & Sara)

Kirby:

N.P.R (With M.M & A.T / M.M & Y.N / A.T & Y.N)

Family Fed Pride (Damien, Vi & Kirby)

Family Fed Joy (Damien, Billie & Kirby)

Family Fed Funds (Damien, Geia & Kirby)

Wake Snacking (Damien, Kirby & Honey)

Family Fed Envy (Damien, Kirby & Eli)

Family Fed Fighters (Damien, Kirby & Sara)

Vixen Bombs (Vi, Billie & Kirby)

Dynasty Bombs (Vi, Geia & Kirby)

Lavender Cherry Bombs (Vi, Kirby & Honey)

Barbie Bombs (Vi, Kirby & Eli)

Cherry Offenders (Vi, Kirby & Sara)

Black Widow Beasts (Billie, Geia & Kirby)

Dreams & Nightmares (Billie, Kirby & Honey)

Jealous Beasts (Billie, Kirby & Eli)

Twisted & Beastly (Billie, Kirby & Sara)

Blue & Gold Boars (Geia, Kirby & Honey)

Golden Reality (Geia, Kirby & Eli)

Wild Boars (Geia, Kirby & Sara)

Total Want & Desire (Kirby, Honey & Eli)

Twisted Knockouts (Kirby, Honey & Sara)

Twisted Want & Desire (Kirby, Eli & Sara)

Honey:

Buried With Pride (Damien, Vi & Honey)

Joyous Wake (Damien, Billie & Honey)

Family Funded Funeral (Damien, Geia & Honey)

Wake Snacking (Damien, Kirby & Honey)

Buried With Envy (Damien, Honey & Eli)

Buried Fighting (Damien, Honey & Sara)

Lavender Vixens (Vi, Billie & Honey)

Lavender Dynasty (Vi, Geia & Honey)

Lavender Cherry Bombs (Vi, Kirby & Honey)

Lavender Barbies (Vi, Honey & Eli)

Lavender Offenders (Vi, Honey & Sara)

Dream Widows (Billie, Geia & Honey)

Dreams & Nightmares (Billie, Kirby & Honey)

Dream Lovers (Billie, Honey & Eli)

Twisted Dreams (Billie, Honey & Sara)

Blue & Gold Boars (Geia, Kirby & Honey)

Blue & Gold Reality (Geia, Honey & Eli)

Blue Wilderness (Geia, Honey & Sara)

Total Want & Desire (Kirby, Honey & Eli)

Twisted Knockouts (Kirby, Honey & Sara)

The Insane, The Phoenix & The Phantom (Honey, Eli & Sara)

Eli:

Sisters Rivalry (Damien, Vi & Eli)

Mind Games (Damien, Billie & Eli)

Family Funded Envy (Damien, Geia & Eli)

Family Fed Envy (Damien, Kirby & Eli)

Buried With Envy (Damien, Honey & Eli)

Envious Fighters (Damien, Eli & Sara)

Vixen Barbies (Vi, Billie & Eli)

Dynasty Barbies (Vi, Geia & Eli)

Barbie Bombs (Vi, Kirby & Eli)

Lavender Barbies (Vi, Honey & Eli)

Violent Barbies (Vi, Eli & Sara)

Jealous Widows (Billie, Geia & Eli)

Jealous Beasts (Billie, Kirby & Eli)

Dream Lovers (Billie, Honey & Eli)

Jealous & Twisted (Billie, Eli & Sara)

Golden Reality (Geia, Kirby & Eli)

Blue & Gold Reality (Geia, Honey & Eli)

Wild Reality (Geia, Eli & Sara)

Total Want & Desire (Kirby, Honey & Eli)

Twisted Want & Desire (Kirby, Eli & Sara)

The Insane, The Phoenix & The Phantom (Honey, Eli & Sara)

Sara:

Pride In The Fight (Damien, Vi & Sara)

Fighting With Joy (Damien, Billie & Sara)

Family Funded Fighters (Damien, Geia & Sara)

Family Fed Fighters (Damien, Kirby & Sara)

Buried Fighting (Damien, Honey & Sara)

Envious Fighters (Damien, Eli & Sara)

Vixen Offenders (Vi, Billie & Sara)

Offender Dynasty (Vi, Geia & Sara)

Cherry Offenders (Vi, Kirby & Sara)

Lavender Offenders (Vi, Honey & Sara)

Violent Barbies (Vi, Eli & Sara)

Twisted Widows (With Billie & Geia)

Twisted & Beastly (With Billie & Kirby)

Twisted Dreams (With Billie & Honey)

Jealous & Twisted (With Billie & Eli)

Wild Boars (With Geia & Kirby)

Blue Wilderness (With Geia & Honey)

Wild Reality (With Geia & Eli)

Twisted Knockouts (With Kirby & Honey)

Twisted Want & Desire (With Kirby & Eli)

The Insane, The Phoenix & The Phantom (With Honey & Eli)

[chaotic---world]

Character Portfolio:

Alix Ikari Ashton

15 y.o. (Season 1) 

Homeworld; Earth Seethe

Associations: 

Aether    

Witch of HellFire (Alt. Crimson Flame) 

Core Magic: Fire, Blood

The manipulation, expulsion and control over crimson red flames produced by his own blood that can accelerate in heat and shifting to blue when in a state of rage or in contact with “sinners” (aka people he doesn't like)

Likes: Causing Havoc, Magic Duels, Skipping Class, His Friends  

Dislikes: Talking About His Feelings, Class, His Father

Backstory:

(TW/ Domestic Violence & Child Abuse) 

Mike…his fathers name is Mike, but Alix couldn't give two shits about that man. For all he cared, he  could drop dead before Alix would ever call that bastard “dad”, even if biologically he is. For most of his life his parents were not normal, not comparable to any of the families of nymphwood. Other families were loving and warm, but Alix never got that warm fuzzy feeling looking at his family. looking at the family only made his stomach writhe in agony, and his skin burn and itch. His mother, Honō, was an immigrant from Japan who fell in love with a Cop. She loved him so much, she uprooted herself from everything and everyone she knew. Leaving behind a disapproving father and mother who had never liked Mike for being American, at least that's what Alix had always thought. His mother never really talked about her life in Japan, but it's not like she was allowed. Any comment, any whisper, any mention of her past would infuriate Mike to the point of threats…and if not that then he’d beat her past out of her. No matter what Mike did, Honō never let him lay a hand on Alix. Throughout it all she cherished and protected her son, her love being the only thing to keep him from retribution. For years all that Alix knew was that his father was a monster, a cruel, vile, monster… who didn't deserve to exist. For so long rage persisted in Alix’s mind, thoughts of violence that no child should ever have to think of, his mind often flashing to revenge fantasies where his dad chokes in a crimson pool and Alix smiles, being rid of him. Until his little sister Ashley was born Alix had never given into his fantasies, but then it happened. Mike was drunk and in one of his tirades and little Ashley, who had been 6 at the time was in the way. With a strike she layed sobbing as Honō got up to console her and yell at Mike, Alix saw nothing but black. His body moving on its own towards Mike as if he’d been possessed. Gripping his shoulder his hand shook and began to emit heat as his fingernails dug into his “fathers” flesh. And with a breath only a voice spoke through his mind, smoky yet beastly it said one thing as Mike screamed attempting to tear Alix's now searing hand from him…”Burn”.

[geekcastradionetwork]

A Beastly Musical Note On Various Transformers Stuff!!

In Episode 434 of All Things Transformers Steve “Megatron” and TFG1Mike are back and they talk about Beast Era Music, Transformers X Knight Rider, Other things that Mike can’t remember as he types this, and more as The 40th Anniversary of TRANSFORMERS rolls on. Listen in as they are talkin’ All Things Transformers as always! And they want you to transform and transcend along with them!!!!! The…

[linuxgamenews]

Maximum Apocalypse: The Video Game: A Look into the Music that Brings the Apocalypse to Life

Maximum Apocalypse: The Video Game and roguelike adventure is due to evolve into a Linux port, Steam Deck, with Windows PC. Thanks to the creative skills of Mega Cat Studios. Currently still running a successful Kickstarter crowdfunding campaign. Indie publisher Mega Cat Studios is giving us a behind the scenes look at the making of the soundtrack for their new digital version of Mike Gnade’s hit co-op tabletop title, Maximum Apocalypse: The Video Game. You can now watch this developer diary featuring Mitch Foster. The Music Producer at Mega Cat Studios. It’s also a nice look into the music that brings the apocalypse to life. Maximum Apocalypse: The Video Game roguelike adventure is built with Unity. If you haven't seen the campaign FAQ, there is also a native build on the way. According to the developers email reply, they are already working on "running a private beta for Linux users." So it's a pleasure to be able to share news in hopes of further community support in the final days on Kickstarter. Now, Mitch Foster, he's known for his killer musical skills. Due to take us on a journey through the game's post-apocalyptic world. The video dives into how he created unique themes for each faction and his layering techniques. It also features a special performance on his nylon guitar. It's like getting a front row seat to see how the game's intense audio was made.

Maximum Apocalypse: The Video Game - Original Soundtrack

“As we get ready for the game's launch on Steam, we wanted our fans to feel more connected to the world of Maximum Apocalypse: The Video Game,” Mitch Foster said. “Music tells a powerful story, and we’ve made sure every note enhances the title’s rich and deep experience.”

Here’s what you can expect:

Fresh Gameplay Every Session: Each mission brings new tests and objectives, while keeping the apocalypse exciting.

Unique Scenarios: Fight through different post-apocalyptic landscapes, each with its own survival challenges.

Choose Your Survivor: Pick from a roster of survivors, each with their own playstyle and strengths.

Explore, Equip, and Conquer: Scavenge for resources, craft weapons, and fend off beastly threats.

Single or Multiplayer: Face the apocalypse alone or team up with friends, both locally and online!

This Maximum Apocalypse: The Video Game developer diary isn’t just about the technical side of making music. It also gives you a feel for the passion and heart that goes into development. It's perfect for anyone who likes new releases and music production. Or just wants a behind the scenes look at how a new title is due to come to life. The whole series is available now and you can check it out in their Kickstarter crowdfunding campaign. Plus, you can support the title as it gets closer to launch. Due to release on Linux, Steam Deck, and Windows PC. Join Mitch Foster and the Mega Cat Studios team for a musical journey through the chaos of the apocalypse. Don’t miss this chance to see how music and gaming come together in Maximum Apocalypse: The Video Game. For the latest news and updates, make sure to visit the Steam page, coming August 2024.

[music-for-them-asses]

Fuck Marry Kill: beastly brothers the beastie boys edition

Oh my GOD why are y'all doing this to me???

Fuck: Yauch. Obviously.

Marry: Mike Dee

Kill: I refuse to kill Adrock

[fartfagoutlet]

Your neighbor Mike liked you because you never told him no. You admired how hard he was working in the crazy heat outside and decided to walk outside with a couple cold beers in case he wanted to take a break for a while. Seeing you coming, he hawked a loogie on the dirt floor barely missing your shoes. He took both beers from your hands, lifted a leg high and released a beastly 4 second fart, causing him to wince and then sigh with the released pressure. Before you could react he turned away, shooing you off, back to your house, muttering “fuck off, fag, go make me a sandwich”. He took a swig of the open beer bottle and belched before returning to his project while you hurried home to fix him a nice panini.