#Unfathomable horrors club

[localcuttlefish]

Hey, remember what I said about giving shape, form, and logic to otherwise shapeless, formless, and incomprehensible beings?

Someone among us needed to make a terrifying anthropomorphic version of the Allied Mastercomputer

Feel free to ask questions about the design and nature of this thing!

diagram under the cut!

[sweetfwr]

SKOOL LUV AFFAIR ˒˒ yjw

it’s your junior year, and all you want is to survive the rest of your high school life away from the prying eyes of others. however it seems the universe has other, more absurd plans, like a secret love affair with the student council president.

genre) FLUFF, high school au, secret relationship, kinda based off a true story..

pairing) student council president!jungwon x newspaper club president!reader

wc) 1k

now playing) intro (end of the world) - ariana grande

“she seems sadder, doesn’t she?” a girl you hardly know outside of being a classmate and (barely) an acquaintance murmurs pitifully, and a second, taller girl nods vigorously.

“i would be too if i lost lee heeseung.”

you? sadder? you frown in deep thought. you had forgotten to put on concealer after pulling off an all-nighter and practically flew out of the house once you realized you slept through your alarm, but that was about it.

after all, what reason did you have to be sad? in your humble opinion ranking number 5 out of 452 students and recently being named the head of the school newspaper were hardly mundane things. besides, there’s also j—

“there’s no way they’re getting back together, right?? he’s with someone new, for god’s sake!”

“aren’t you updated?” the taller one gasps, the corners of her mouth twitching upwards when her friend shakes her head no. “they just broke up! heeseung told one of the guys on the football team and the news spread everywhere.”

now that’s something you didn’t know.

“oh my god, he’s single now?”

“he’s been single. my friend’s boyfriend’s cousin is in his class. want me to set you up?”

you think you’d rather go down a waterslide lined with razor blades and land into a pool of alcohol than continue on listening to this nonsense, so you pack up your books, turn up the music in your earbuds, and quietly leave the writing club’s room completely undetected by the other two occupants. you dive into the warm, crowded halls adorned with sunspots and ethereal views of the after-school sunset.

needless gossip is something you can definitely tolerate. when your ex is the school’s poster boy for popular kids, you’ve accepted the irrelevant whispers that have surrounded you since your sudden breakup one full year ago, because kids your age make mistakes, and a little positivity goes a long way!

but as you walk through the halls and slowly come to a stop at the sight of a chattering crowd and lee heeseung making his way through it, frantic gaze looking left and right as if he were looking for someone as he holds a absurdly large bouquet of flowers in his right hand, a pit forms in your stomach for what’s to come.

you take one huge step back in preparation to sprint away, but it’s too late when heeseung’s eyes land on you and he goes completely still.

the crowd-goers around him follow suit in an almost comedic fashion, and some even cock their heads and murmur to each other in confusion when they collectively realise who the bouquet is for.

your ex-boyfriend grips the bouquet a little harder and gulps visibly, before making his way to you in slow steps. his friends, a few of which you can name from the back of your head as jay, sunghoon, and jake follow suit and arrange themselves in a line behind him with illustration board signs that bear horribly written lettering. to your absolute horror, it says:

WILL U B MY GF? (again) in bold with a winky ;) face at the end.

needless gossip, you can handle. public confessions from your ex on the other hand, is something that was completely unfathomable to you only 30 minutes ago. who even does public confessions anymore? especially in school. it’s hot, sweaty, and just so… public. you never know who’s watching, either! including… fuck.

in an internal frenzy, your eyes start darting between the numerous people in the crowd until they land on the yang jungwon’s, student council president, eyebrows furrowed and a hand in his pocket while the other was situated in a deadly grip on one of his backpack straps at the commotion.

“hey,” one guy whispers to his friend, eyes nervously shifting between heeseung and jungwon. “he shouldn’t be doing this infront of the student council president, man. he hates racket in the halls.”

slowly, all the color drains from your face and you’re prompted to leave, immediately, even when heeseung gets on one knee and begins loudly proclaiming his love for you. to his and everyone else’s shock, you rush past him and push through the crowds until you’re out of the building gates and into the open air.

at this point the orange swirls in the skies fade to a dark blue and thunder clouds begin to form above, but you’re too irritated to care. who cares about positivity?! your ex has just started weeks worth of rumours about the two of you when you’ve been trying to fight them off for a full 12 months! you think your uniform might be getting soaked, but a fog clouds your mind and you can’t think straight despite the fact that you’re getting poured on by heaps and heaps of heavy rain.

that is, until an umbrella is quietly held over your head, and you know in your heart exactly who the owner is.

you continue walking, albeit at a slower pace, and he follows behind you wordlessly.

“i can’t believe him, won.” you let yourself complain, for the first time in a long while. “he cheats on me, then he lets everyone and their mom in the halls know hes wants me again? talk about guts, right?” you scoff.

“totally.” despite not being able to see him, you hear his smile, and you know it’s not because he finds your complaining silly. rather, he’s just happy to be around you outside of the constraints of prying eyes at school, even if it is while he trails behind you, holding an umbrella over your head under the pouring rain as you curse and release your frustrations to your heart’s content.

in fact, he genuinely can’t think of a better way to think of your six month anniversary, in what in his eyes, is a romantic moment under the rain in the middle of an empty street with his girlfriend.

“he was so cheesy about it too!” you groan, hands reaching up to comically pull at your hair in frustration. at this point, you’ve come down from your hysteria enough that you allow yourself to briefly glance back at jungwon every once in a while. “the signs, seriously? you should’ve seen what they said hon, they—“ you stop in your tracks and take a good look at your boyfriend.

at your abrupt pause and gaping stare, he only cocks his head curiously. “what? keep going.”

“won, you’re soaked.” you murmur sadly, only having realized now that your boyfriend, your real boyfriend wordlessly held an umbrella over your head to let you shout profanities in peace despite getting soaked himself.

he scoffs playfully at your sensitivity. “i can change when i get home, don’t be dramatic.”

completely going against his words, a wide, genuine smile graces your features, all of your previous anger fading away at the sight of your man. “jungwon, you big softy! did that go on for long? how have you been? did you have a good day at school?”

“would’ve been better if i got to see you,” he hummed, playing it cool despite the fact he was soaked in rain water from head to toe. “even if it was just from afar.”

“you were jealous, weren’t you?”

“…i wasn’t.”

you coo at him fondly, and at this he only smiles and looks away bashfully. your boyfriend, the student council president and the one who ranked number 1 out of that 452. the boy who decided to convey his feelings to you over a handwritten letter 6 months to this day and the one who called the shots to keep your relationship secret, for your sake, because he knew that that was what you wanted.

you started off as only co-workers as the editor-in-chief of the school paper and the student council president, but you can’t thank the universe enough for letting you know the beautiful human being that is your boyfriend anyway. at this thought, you grab the umbrella from his hands and toss it away before entrapping him in a bone-crushing hug.

“let’s go home.” you murmur quietly into his neck, “i can lend you clothes.”

he hums in response, more focused on the way your arms wrap around him and give him warmth as he returns the gesture. “that sounds nice.”

“happy monthsary?” “happy monthsary.”

[buthowboutno]

ONE YEAR OF "AND THEY WERE LAB PARTNERS" ✨✨✨

Thank you to everyone who participated in the one year anniversary poll!! I still maintain that it would be funny as /fuck/ to just delete “And They Were Lab Partners” in a memento mori fashion, but alas; Only one person voted for it.

Cowards /j

In any case, the majority voted for the behind the scenes stuff, so here we are! The tidbits of how ATWLP turned into the fucking beast it is.

I would like to personally blame @morning-sun-brah , @hitechlatte, and @ordin-arily for being such big inspirations in this corner of the fandom. You guys are amazing and I probably wouldn't be where I am today without your works.

Shout out to all my losers in the backrooms for keeping me going and being such terrible influences. You are all responsible for the horrors that have been unleashed. A solid third of my content exists because of your sins /aff. 

@beckerboopin is the best beta anyone could ask for and has only brought this story up to the next level. I would die for you becks <3

Also @betyoudidntcthatcoming-blog is the love of my life that I only met ‘cause of this fic or whatever. They’re pretty neat. I guess. :p

ANYWAYS, /CONTENT/

(Major Spoilers Ahead Pre-Chapter 23)

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I would like to remind everyone that ATWLP was only supposed to be 50k words. You can still witness my naivety in the notes of “Pudge ‘Preciation.” 

How… simple those times were. 

How I so firmly believed the idiots would be kissing by chapter 16. How a projected word count of 150k words seemed unfathomable for a single work, much less a work with multiple published and planned companion pieces.

Crazy. (I was crazy once.)

There was a lot of ATWLP that ended up getting scrapped as I got further into the story. The idiots had a lot of opinions and tugged at me a few different ways as I got to know them better. (aka they wouldn’t listen to me when I told them to fucking kiss already.)

Anyways, some of the few major structural changes:

Casey was originally supposed to reveal that he knew Sweet’s in the bad timeline during the “Intro to Sparring” chapter. That chapter was also originally slotted to happen /before/ the kidnapping debacle, but it just so happened to fit in better later

The stage kiss from “Hit the Club” was going to be in the Nerd Prom chapter. It felt too corny at the time (and lowkey still feels corny) so I put that in my pocket for later. For as much as y’all yelled at me for it, it barely made the final cut lmao.

The way the idiots are going to confess to each other is a COMPLETE 180 from how I planned the story from the beginning, which was already entirely different from the first idea for this fic. I wrote a whole ass chapter about an accidental kiss being the tipping point of them positively macking on each other, which I did end up cutting into convenient pieces for other stuff. (I PUT A PART OF IT DOWN BELOW)

Sweets was going to be kidnapped twice and the whole Purple Dragons debacle was going to be drawn out more. There was a lot more action planned than slice of life content at ATWLP’s conception. For better or for worse, this is where the story led us.

Donnie’s mating season wasn’t going to be as involved in the story, if in it at all. I grew to be hornier and less ashamed. You’re welcome.

The first title for this fic was “Lab Rat: a Story of Nerds Falling in Love.” For the life of me I cannot remember what compelled me to change it, but holy shit am I glad I did.

I was going to use (y/n) in this fic. No hate to those who do, but stylistically I’m pretty happy with not doing that.

And because I have no control over the idiots, quick rundown of the chapters that weren’t supposed to happen.

Kart Conflict

The Christmas Issue

The Recovery: Day Two 

Valentine’s Day Episode

Hit the Club

Aquarium? Hardly Know ‘Em

****Pool Excursion

****Beach Episodes

****honestly just like the entire endgame of this fic

All the ficlets/ alternate POV’s

All the smut! I still have it written down in my original notes that ATWLP was gonna be completely PG lmao. Once again y’all have @morning-sun-brah and her fucking fabulous fics to blame for that

The Valentines’ and aquarium chapters are COMPLETELY different than how I had originally planned, even with being forced to include them in my chart. The Valentine’s day plans that the brothers had “ditched” with Sweets was the og plot for the chapter. The aquarium chapter was supposed to be a rooftop picnic with feels~~, no aquarium even fucking mentioned in my outline.

I don’t have much control over what happens tbh. I am praying that the 37 planned chapters will be the final chapters. 

We’ll…. we’ll just have to see how that turns out.

The scrapped plots as a little treat for y’all <3 ~~~

Cut Stage Kiss (after the lift in Nerd Prom)

You leaned closer to Donnie’s face, intent on screeching in his ear for pulling that stunt.

“Kiss them already!” May yelled from the inner edge of the crowd. You turned bright red, blinking at her. You shook your head at her, but the crowd started to catch onto the idea. 

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

Donnie laughed, a little incredulous. He leaned in close to your ear, whispering, “Theatre kid protocol?”

You nodded in agreement, allowing him to put a hand to your face. He leans into your mouth, making the crowd go wild. You giggle against the thumb separating your lips, smiling against it. Donnie pulled away from you with a dramatic ‘mwah’. You threw your head back, fully laughing as Donnie lifted you up from the dip. 

First Valentine’s Day Outline

The final four move to the living room

Sweets: “We’re making friendship bracelets while we watch the most romantic movie of all time.”

Raph: “Shrek 2!”

Donnie: “This is ridiculous”

Sweets: “This holiday is ridiculous, now pick out your five favourite colors of embroidery floss”

Donnie: “....Fine."

Donnie is actually terrible at making bracelets lmao while mikey has wristfuls of them

Donnie: “I don’t understand! I’m following the blueprints exactly!”

Mikey: “The... instructions?”

Donnie: “Whatever! How are you making those so fast? You don’t even have that many friends!”

Mikey: “Physical therapy is a hell of a time, my brother.”

Sweets: “Is Donnie being ableist again?”

Mikey: “I do believe he is.”

Donnie: “I am autistic!”

Sweets: “Bless you.”

ORIGINAL CONFESSION

And it all starts like most things in your life do: a silly mistake.

“Donnie,” you whined. You were working on your physics homework at his desk while he was soldering a new motherboard for the Turtle Tank’s controls.

“Little pest,” he mimicked your tone without looking up. He kept on soldering as you stared at him, not a care in the world. 

“Would you be so kind as to look over my work for this problem? I’m following the steps but I’m not getting the right answer.”

“Mmm,” Donnie said. At that moment, a spark flew from his project and caught his exposed cheek. He flinched back, dropping his wire and soldering rod on the table and rubbing his face. You batted your eyes at him while he scowled. 

“I don’t know how, but I blame you for that.”

“I would *never*,” you teased. You pushed your chair to the side a bit so Donnie could stand next to you. 

He moved his goggles to his head and put his left arm over the back of your chair, leaning over you. He parsed through your work for a minute and tilted his head down to tell you what you needed to fix.

It just so happened that you tilted your head up to ask him a question at the same time, the two of you meeting in the middle with a kiss. 

Well, it wasn’t so much of a kiss as it was the two of you accidentally brushing your lips together for a moment. Seconds, almost nothing at all. 

But the way that Donnie looked at you when the two of you jumped apart…

That…that wasn’t nothing. 

You could almost laugh at the ridiculousness of this situation. You could’ve cracked a joke, played up your ridiculous game of pet names and intellectual bravado. 

(To be honest, you almost did.)

But then you thought about the way Donnie’s lips felt against yours. You thought about the way you’d dream of that moment and then proceed to do everything in your power to banish those thoughts away. Your mouth hung open slightly as you looked up at him, trying to will yourself to do anything, anything at all.

Donnie ended up making that decision for you. That oh, so familiar churring started emanating from his chest. He took your face in his hands, looking into your eyes for just a hint of confirmation before leaning in for a real kiss.

Oh.

*Oh*.

(Yeah, you could get used to this.)

There was nothing more you could do than press yourself against him, against his touch. You felt him smiling into the kiss, pressing you down into the chair. 

Donnie was *everywhere*, like he was trying to encompass you. His hand moved to your hair, the other to your hip. You smiled when you remembered his adoration for your love-handles all that time ago. You traced along his plastron, making nonsense shapes and mapping out every scar.

He was so responsive. The chirring increased tenfold for every touch to his chest, every soft bite you gave his lips. You recalled all the times he would make noises from you touching along his shell. You pressed your hands fully against him, doing your best to draw out more and more of those sounds.

What Donnie lacked in experience he made up for in enthusiasm. He followed your lead, matching your pace every step of the way. You licked along the seam of his lips, gasping as his mouth opened for you. Donnie’s tongue against yours was tentative, shy even. You did everything in your power to ease Donnie into deepening the kiss. 

When he moved from your lips and started kissing down your throat, your soul could have left your body right there. He was so…*gentle*. 

Donnie always has been. From when he was slinging his arms around you to kicking your ass in sparring, Donnie has never failed to treat you with care and reverence. 

You feel it now, with every soft bite he gives you, every gentle peck behind your ear.

Donnie pulled away from you after what felt like decades. (Never enough, it would never be enough.) You leaned forward after him, trying to close the space he was creating. He looked bashful.

“This might be the proper time to tell you that I have a massive crush on you,” Donnie said. His face was fraught with nervous determination. 

“Yeah, no fucking shit,” you said. You stood up from the chair and used your body to push Donnie against the desk. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him down to your height.

“I’ve been wanting to kiss you for forever, can we get on with it?” you said, looking into his eyes. Donnie turned bright red.

“But– you? Do you?” Donnie stammered a bit.

“Donnie,” you deadpanned, crowding into his space, “I’ve had a crush on you for a year, thanks for noticing. Will you *please* lean your face down a bit so I can reach it?” 

Donnie looked at you a bit incredulously, like you were a problem he didn’t know how to solve yet. He made quite a picture, all red faced and calculating with a dumb half-smile while he looked at you. But, giving in, he put his arms around you and leaned in to kiss you again.

“Aye, aye, captain.”

You smiled into the kiss, humming with contentment.

He likes you.

He likes you.

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Aaaaand some random headcanons because I love you guys and I am truly so thankful to this kickass community <3 I truly do not know where I would be without the support y’all have given me.

Donnie has a hella oral fixation

NOT IN A KINKY WAY (most of the time) But as an autist, Donnie do be biting

One of his biggest shows of trust if he bites you while just chilling

Like if donnie is big spoon, he just nom on a shoulder and stay there chillin

Or if reader is body pillow, he’ll lean around and bite their bicep

Good sensations

Donnie draws on eyebrows every day, he for sure would be very good at doing intricate makeup on reader

Gently holds their chin up, concentrated as hell while reader blushes like mad

Donnie keeps getting banned off of roblox

Didn’t matter tbh, he knew how to hack into it to get his account reinstated

Also makes money off of roblox??

never explains to Sweets, very suspicious

Sweets likes to kiss along donnie’s neck/where his battle shell usually sits

The word here is reverence

Donnie is egotistical, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have insecurities about being a mutant turtle and you being a human

Lots of tracing along his arms, his face, his shell

Donnie likes his coffee to be half coffee, half milk to cut down on bitterness. Sweets is a tea drinker normally, but opts for coffee when they can’t focus (which ends up being most of the semester).

Sweets drinks black coffee when they’re on the struggle bus

To quote them, “Black coffee can’t hurt me more than Calc II already has”

But they prefer two creamers and two sugars when they have it in their dorm.

That’s all, congrats on making it to the bottom of this long ass post lmao <3

[meet-me-backstage]

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𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐞𝐧 ⎈ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 🦇 Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 🦇 You get dragged into the unfathomable events at Starcourt Mall by your hopeless crush on Billy Hargrove and new-found middle-schooler friends. You struggle to cope with the trauma which gradually costs you your popular cheerleader reputation when you return to high school for senior year. Though this loss first appears to be the end of the world, you learn that there's worse things than levelling down in popularity.

Though even in darkness, there is always a light - for you this is Eddie Munson, who you gain an unlikely friendship in and fall for him in the process.

𝑳𝒐𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒖𝒑𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒔, 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈!

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 🦇 smoking, mention of and consumption of drugs, horror themes, violence (in the upside down and probs Steve losing another fight (•̀ᴗ•́)و jk jk he's king), nightmares, mention of and consumption of alcohol, death, bad language, blood, bullying, mention of vomit and vomiting, mention of and near death experience, some domestic (mainly verbal and emotional) abuse(‼️), mention of suicidal thoughts, mention of suicide, mention of self-harm, allusion to eating disorder and smUUT so you must be 18+ to read this story❗️

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐞𝐧 🦇 2.9K words

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐞𝐧 🦇 horror themes, nightmares, bad language and domestic (verbal and allusion to physical) abuse.

𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 - 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠!

𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲, 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 ‘𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲’ 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝! <𝟑

⇜ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐞 ⎈ 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫

🦇 𝟏𝟎𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭, 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟓 🦇

You are sat on your bed, staring at one of the corners of your bedroom, more specifically, the corner with a little pink chair that currently has Eddie's bandana hung from the back of it... you’d caught yourself doing it a lot, staring at it or holding it because all you could think about was your encounter with Eddie in the woods seven days, one hour, five minutes and thirty-one seconds ago.

It scared you... how easily I opened up to him, how easily I broke... how I listened... how I believed him... how I wasn't... terrified of him now I knew there were worse things than Eddie Munson and the Hellfire Club.

Your legs nervously bounce up and down as you think about his advice, you fiddle with your hair and realise you are face to face with your vanity desk across the room. You turn away and look down... I can’t even look at myself in the mirror or in any reflection because I remind myself of my sister, being the spitting image of her and all...

You pick your head up, purposefully avoiding eye contact with your vanity desk - a place you hadn't sat at to do your make-up or hair for a whole month.

Your boom box is on the floor, cassettes everywhere and clothes hanging out of your draws - it had been a mess for a while... mom didn't know because I locked the door at all times and she hadn't bothered to pick at the lock because let's face it - she didn't want to see me. I am doing her a favor and she had become so hellbent on staying downstairs awaiting Rebecca's impossible return... they never found a body, but only a handful of teens, including me, knew why.

Knock!

Your head swiftly turns towards the source of the noise and boom, your heart jolts and your body jumps at the sight of a shadowy figure at your window, an eye peeking through your curtains.

You steadily move off of your bed and reach underneath it for your handmade catapult and stones... you had it there for protection because of what you’d seen at Starcourt, the curse of Hawkins, all of the visions you’d had recently that felt so real... it convinced you that it was still here in some sort of supernatural form, the Mind Flayer, "I hope you're ready for my wrath, asshole," you mutter under your breath as you place a stone into the pouch you made out of a little necklace bag.

You slowly reach for the curtain, your heartbeat gradually building up in pace as you squint your eyes shut and abruptly swing it open and aim the catapult, pulling the pouch back and opening your eyes...

Eddie?! A completely soaked Eddie is at my window.

His brown eyes are wide with shock at coming face to face with your catapult and you are shocked at coming face to face with him. You gasp before looking behind you and then quickly shoving the window up, "You scared the hell outta me!" You whisper in a shout as you lower the catapult, his eyes are fixed on it still.

With one brow higher than the other, he looks up at you, "Well you scared the hell outta me - aiming that lethal thing at my head!" He whisper shouts back and gestures to the catapult with the hand that isn’t holding onto your window ledge, "Why do you even have that anyway?"

You drop the catapult to the floor and cross your arms, "Why are you here?!" You keep glancing behind you, conscious of your mom potentially hearing the commotion.

He looks at you with a deadpan look and his bottom lip pouted, "My bandana."

"Are you serious?!" You huff.

"Mhm... I waited a week in the woods - every night for you to show up with my beloved bandana - but you never came sooo," he gestures at himself, crouched on the small bit of roof leading to your window, "I got tired of sitting in the rain so I decided to take matters into my own hands."

Your mouth is hung open as he speaks, but you keep your arms crossed to stay stern, "How do you even know that this is my window?"

"I didn't," he shrugs before a sudden cheeky and toothy grin forms on his lips as he stares up at you, "S'pose it was a lucky guess huh?"

"You can't be here, Eddie," you whisper with a serious and worried tone, looking over your shoulder again.

Eddie tries to follow your gaze at the door before looking up at you, realisation spreads across his features, "I'll be out of your hair once I have it ba-achew!" He sneezes loudly, sniffling and wiping his nose after, making you glare at him, "Sorry," he whispers sassily.

He's going to catch a cold - if he hasn't caught one already... and it would be my fault. "Quick - get in before I regret it, Munson," You state in a rush, backing away from him as he climbs into your bedroom, making a thud sound on the floor when he lands, "Shhhh!"

"Sorry!" He repeats in another whisper, lifting himself from the floor and standing up straight, making squelchy noises because of his damp clothes and shoes.

You fiddle with the fair hairs on your arms in complete silence and look at Eddie in disbelief... he is in my room, no boy, not even Billy had been in my room - only Mason has... and he's my brother. Eddie, once he'd gotten his bearings, bowed his head and refused to even look around, fiddling with his fingers - not a sound but the raindrops landing on the roof and faint mumblings of the television downstairs could be heard.

You are both silent - nervous.

"Y-your um - bandana is there," you point at it, but then look at his dirty sneakers... carpet stains, "I'll get it," you blurt suddenly. Eddie looks up finally, watching your every move anxiously as you pick up his bandana and walk towards him. A part of you didn't want to part with it, you look down at it endearingly before shyly glancing up at Eddie, who is still looking at you, examining you... your cheeks suddenly heat up, "H-here," you hand it to him before rubbing your tired eyes.

Silence.

"'S probably a stupid question but I'm gonna ask anyway," His eyes flicker between your eyes, gently taking the bandana from you, your fingers brushing "Are you feeling better - after our talk?"

You sigh softly and look down, rubbing your eyes more.

He purses his lips, still watching you closely and you grow more and more anxious by the second, "No offence, but you look like you haven't slept in years - decades even," he states with a playful undertone, but you can tell that he means every word.

You huff a laugh, rolling your eyes, "Decades - really?"

"I'm serious," he chuckles softly, his cheeks pinkish, "How long has miss moonlight gone without sleep?"

It takes every fibre of your being not to roll your eyes again, you cross your arms, keeping your lips sealed - he mirrors your actions and crosses his arms too and you give in... you roll my eyes and visibly deflate in defeat, "Not since that night - in the woods," you mumble, "I've sorta been - stopping myself - from sleeping."

He tilts his head, confused, "Why?"

You shrug, "Nightmares," you can’t help but visibly shiver at the thought of the most recent one you had.

He blinks at you, "Y'know, I'm all for embracing fantasy - but Freddy Krueger isn't real-."

"Shhhh!"

His eyes widen, his mouth agape, "Oh - maybe he is-."

"Shut up!" You whisper shout, glaring at him, "I'm serious, Eddie," you place your hand over your heart, frowning as you feel everything inside you just sink, making you feel light-headed. He clearly thinks I'm a joke, that I am impossible to take seriously because I can't explain the depth of my situation. "You - wouldn't - understand a-nyway," your knees buckle as the severity and heaviness of what you’d been holding in became too much... Eddie quickly steps forward and catches you by your elbows.

"Woah," he keeps a hold of you for a few moments and everything in your body feels numb... apart from your elbows, where his hands are - you quickly shake your head and move your arms away from his grasp, "Er - m-aybe you should - s-it down somewhere," he mumbles unsurely.

You speedily turn away from him, embarrassed and you fall onto your bed into a sitting position, your legs crossed, "My sleep schedule is none of your business."

He can’t even look at you sitting on the bed, he grows shy and looks like he wants to vanish into thin air, "I-I know - I just-."

"Why do you care?"

You’d annoyed him, his face turns into what looks like frustration, he places a hand over his eyes and sighs, "I've just been thinking about you a lot, m'kay - I know it's not my business and you don't like me even a little bit but - I make it my business to look out for others," he rambles, shaking his head.

"So I'm now a pity case, huh?" You huff, "I don't know why I opened up to you, Munson - I really don't, but just because I did, it doesn't mean we're now gonna be best buds and skip towards the sunset, singing - 'Rainbow in the Dark' together," you spit the words out so fast that once you’re silent again and the mental image of you and Eddie with linked arms, singing Dio on field of beautiful flowers, invades your brain... you look up at Eddie, who is biting his lips together in attempt to stop himself from laughing, "It's not funny," you lean forward and playfully slap his arm, giggling.

"Hey," he whispers, little giggles leaving his lips, "it is a little bit funny," he brings his hand up, gesturing 'little' with his ring clad fingers. “Besides, I think - ‘Lonely Is The Word’ - Black Sabbath - suits us better, don’t you?”

Why isn’t he running for the hills after being pushed away by me so much?

You stare up at him in wonder, his cheeks are puffed up while he grins cheekily.

Is he flirting with me or is he as lonely as I am? I’m gonna go with the latter.

When the silence becomes too loud for him he looks over his shoulder at your open window before pointing with his thumb over his shoulder while looking down at you, "I’d - better um - go then?"

"No!" You blurt suddenly before quickly bringing your hand to your mouth and look at your door, frightened, "S-sit," you point at the end of your bed and manoeuvre yourself so that your back is pressed against your headboard.

Eddie looks startled and sheepish, his usually fidgety self is as stiff as a plank of wood... he exhales, trying to calm himself down and he steps forward before hissing in shock as he almost trips over your basketball in the middle of the room, "Jesus Chr- I'm - okay," he sighs before carefully sitting at the end of your bed, his hands in his lap.

You bring your legs closer to your upper half and rest your chin on your knees, "Maybe that was karma - for making fun of it - calling it the 'balls in laundry baskets' game," I giggle softly, mimicking his voice and trying to ignore the fact that your heart is beating so fast... this is wrong - Becky would've snitched on me, mom probably would hit me again... this feels very rebellious… I kinda like it.

Eddie's mouth is practically zipped shut, he side-eyes you at every single minuscule movement you make and fully turns his head when he sees that you’re reaching for your duvet and pulling it over you.

"Could you - I - I don't know - stay until I fall asleep?" You whisper softly, guilt flowing through you for even asking. I need to shut up. You hide your face behind your duvet and peek past it to see that Eddie's eyes are big, he looks hesitant. I should've stopped myself from asking when I had the chance.

He exhales shakily, "S-sure."

You’d never seen him so shy, usually he was jumping on tables or confronting bullies - he played metal guitar in front of the whole of middle school, parents, teachers and students at the talent show without a care in the world... "You - don't have to s-tay, Eddie."

"No - no, I'll - stay," he stutters, nodding his head eagerly and blushing.

"Okay," you mumble, watching him... you feel warm, a sense of comfort in your bedroom that you hadn't felt in a long time because finally, you aren’t alone... though out of everybody you knew, you certainly weren’t expecting Eddie Munson to be here right now to comfort you.

The shape of his silhouette stays visible as your eyelids flicker and slowly open and close. Though you are quickly and very easily falling asleep, you notice Eddie take a look at your room and take a particular interest in the pinboard you have hung up on your wall above your headboard - where you’d pinned your 'Ozzy the Tiger' notes from Billy.

Eddie sort of... smiles triumphantly at them, but you are too woozy to address it and your eyes feel heavy, you are falling asleep - peacefully… finally.

"Night-night, miss moonlight."

You are running now, your heart is pounding against your chest and your muscles ache.

Brimborn Steel Works is in the distance and you come to a halt when you look over your shoulder and see that nothing is behind you... you aren’t being chased by the Mind Flayer - you breathe heavily and bend over slightly to rest and to hold onto your thighs.

You visibly relax as each second goes by - you’d outran it after a month of trying unsuccessfully, you laugh breathlessly, thinking it’s all over.

You are so wrong. You couldn’t have been more wrong... all of the organs in your body feel as though they are sinking as a shadow comes your way and towers over you.

Your first port of call is Eddie - immediately you think of him because you feel so comforted by him suddenly. You run in the direction of the trailer park... your face scrunched up in pain, your knees buckling every so often.

Sobs leave your lips as the realisation that you can’t outrun this monster sets in... it just keeps hovering over you, moving with you.

You try not to scream when it sends it's tentacles for you, attaching themselves to you as you continue to try and run, but it is getting harder and you are getting slower. Your limbs are being pulled upwards and you look down, realising you’re in mid-air, levitating from the ground.

'Did you think you could avoid me, little miss thief.' The demonic voice, "You're mine," it says as you’re being pulled up, about to become Mind Flayer bait, but you feel yourself being shaken before you can merge with it - then suddenly you’re falling a fifteen foot drop to the ground.

You scream at the top of your lungs, kicking your legs violently, trying to get away from... Eddie?! Who is holding onto your wrists and hovering over you slightly with a terrified look on his face, "Holy shit - Tink!"

Your eyes are wide, your chest heaving as you begin to sob loudly... I can't get away, I'm losing my mind, I don't know what's real and what's not. Eddie's grasp on your wrist gets less tight, his hand is shaking and his lips are trembling, "It's okay, I promise - it's just a bad drea-," his thumb traces over the roughness of the scar on your wrist and he looks at it closely, a frown on his lips as he squints his eyes.

You hear your mother shout for you, then the thudding of her footsteps coming up the stairs getting louder and louder.

You physically cower, wishing that you had a shell to crawl into - the sound of your mother’s voice making you sob louder and tremble and you snatch your arm away from Eddie's grasp, who is looking at you completely dumbfounded, blinking profusely, not knowing what to do.

Your door rattles violently as your mom twists the handle and tries to open it, "Let me in!" Her voice sounds just like the monster that haunts you every night.

"G-go - away!" You sob, desperately trying to push Eddie off of your bed, "Leave me alone, please!"

Who am I even talking to? Mom? Eddie? The Mind Flayer?

Eddie jumps away as the door rattles more violently this time, he'd tried to stop you from pushing him away... he stood still in the middle of your room, he stares at the door with big eyes as your mom hits the door, "Don't you dare talk to me like that you good for nothing excuse of a daughter!" Eddie's face fell more as he drags his eyes away from the door to look at you, realisation spreading across his features and sadness in his big eyes.

You quickly pick up one of your pillows and throw it at him as you scream, "Go - go - goooo!" You continue to sob while you pick up your pillows and throw them in a state of emotional frenzy until he's gone... you quickly realise that the aim of my outburst had been at your mom, not Eddie, when there's nothing but emptiness, loneliness and continuous sounds of your bedroom door being jolted and sobs leaving your lips.

The door suddenly clicks at a particularly harsh jolt at your door from your mom, who bursts into the room and strides towards you with a horrific look on her face, moving as fast as the Mind Flayer’s tentacles… you brace yourself, hiding your red and swollen face between your knees and wrapping your arms tightly around your legs.

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[skullchicken]

it is a Saturday and I am high on caffeine and sunlight - time to make a miscellaneous "comics I love" list! (Note: I'm grouping by layout, not country of origin)

Manga:

Aharen-san wa harakenai (Aharen-san is unfathomable): gag-comedy about a very stoic school girl and the equally stoic classmate who wildly misinterprets what she does. (Very sweet, absurd humor, a bit of romance, you will learn so much trivia)

Angel Densetsu (Legend of an Angel): gag-comedy with some martial arts tropes. A guy with the face of a thug and the heart of a saint stumbles into many a misunderstanding (and gains a few true companions along the way) - Bonus: you get to see the artist grow as the series goes on

Kouishou Radio (After effects Radio) - a collection of horror vignettes around a "God of Hair" which start coming together slowly to a very "oooh Fuck" effect.

Seihantai Kimi wa Boku (You and I are polar opposites) - very sweet and funny, cozy rom-com slice of live. A gyaru and a stoic loner fall in mutual love and navigate this first relationship together, helped by their friend group.

Radiant - action-fantasy. Imagine One Piece with witches, an inquisition, curses and it taking place in the sky. The MC is a lil shit for 1 1/2 volumes but my god if you like shounen-style fantasy-action, you're in for a treat.

Webtoons:

Cursed Princess Club - fantasy-romance-dramedy. "you're ugly" having her heart broken by these words, the sweet but not traditionally attractive youngest princess of the pastel kingdom runs into the forest and stumbles upon a club full of cursed princess. Deals with finding self-love in many, many forms. It is also "send screenshots to friends"-HILARIOUS.

The Dummy's Dummy - urban fantasy with horror elements. A monster of the week style story with a psychic girl and the monster-fighting marionette at her side. Has a lovely goth vibe.

... oh no the caffeine has ran out, so I'll add a few shorter entries:

Webcomics:

Fairmeadow (fairmeadowcomic.com): ex-soldier Orc meets pacifist commune. Hilarity(?) ensues. If you like dissecting interpersonal conflicts and gorgeous nature drawings, you will have a field day (hah).

Tiger, tiger (tigertigercomic.com): seafaring adventures with eldritch monsters, some romance and a great cast of characters (absolute nerd for sea sponges, a pirate with very healthy self-esteem, a mustachioed himbo and an anxious boye who does not deserve any of this)

Other comics:

Beautiful Darkness - hey, wanna remember how fucked-up yet whimsical childhood was?? NO??? well too bad, get shrinked to 2 cm size and try not to die in the wilderness.

Une semaine the bonté - surrealist collage work. Makes no sense and I love it. It feels like someone is pouring melting butter over my brain.

Hitman (DC) - vampires, superman, family drama back in ireland, zombie seals, demons and a surprisingly hard-hitting (and surprisingly funny) comic series. Gritty, grimy, tasteless in its humor... and very unapologetically so. Very of its time, but also very entertaining and varied.

[tg-headcanons]

Um Unfathomably stoned at the goth club. Sitting on the floor attempting to comprehend what horrors or perhaps terrors I am writing but all I can do is rotate Tatara around in my brain. Occasionally putting him in a maid outfit. Pouring milk on him a little. Signing him up for spam emails. A beautiful goth milf gave me a shirt but I am too plagued with blorbo madness to remember her name. I am writing something and I’m not sure if it’s readable because I can no longer process time and perhaps space also. Idk why but every time I hear goth synth music I just start thinking about houtata so hard I exhibit symptoms of organ failure. Peace and love on planet earth I think they should be forced to remodel a kitchen together and get divorced on live TV

[rob3e]

I want a place to OC post that's not my main so hiiii, sideblog revamp.

Ramble/long introduction to the blog and OCs a little more under the cut

My main 2 OCs are Norven and Birdie so they'll probably be the main focus of this blog but I've been building up the kind of side characters in their universe a little more recently.

They've mostly been art based OCs but recently I've moved more into writing about them bc it's physically easier and I can get them out of my brain and into art easier that way. Mostly script format but I've dusted off my old smut writing skills so like warning for thatttt ig.

Norven is an autistic lesbian with a third eye/precog abilities (that she hates). She's in a band (she's the singer but mostly bc as hard as she tries she's terrible at guitar) and her bandmates are her only consistent friends (they're not that close though). She's recently reconnected with one of her childhood best friends (who was also a precog) who ran away when they were teenagers bc of their families being terrible (she could only reconnect with him once she finally felt ready to cut her family out too) but unfortunately they both had to leave the third member of their childhood trio behind too to cut out their families completely. She's been a runaway bride (the wedding was her breaking point for being closeted) and later gets engaged again to make her family leave her alone (she has a plan this time though). She's a sad, pathetic loser and also unfathomably horny all things considered (freak)

Birdie is a ghost (vaguely tudor era but it's mostly backstory relevant as most of the time she has a physical human body and styles herself how she wants) and she's not here for a long time (at the age of her original death she'll disappear again until she's summoned and starts over) but she's here for a good time. She loves a party or club and she loves a flirt but she's also a little volatile and catty. She switches between periods of completely disappearing from Norven's life and reappearing to be clingy and codependent with her for months at a time. She's also *shock and horror* french 😨☹️

Despite not liking each other all that much as people they end up spending a lot of their time together (a mix of bonding through the grief of Norven's ex girlfriend's death/Birdie's best friend and no one else liking them all that much). They have a bit of a FWBs thing going on and both have an understanding about it never being romantic as Birdie is aromantic, which suits them both (Norven is incredibly bad at maintaining relationships). Everyone around them is sick of them though (they match each other's freak too well 😔) and things got a little messy when Birdie got involved with Norven's childhood best friend.

That's about all the rambling I can give rn, toodles!!

[emptymanuscript]

Since I got my regular reminder in my email that there are still free review ebook copies of H&M I thought I would give a link in case anyone is interested.

Consider this also your semi-regular/-random reminder that I wrote a book, that you can buy. Or in this case get for free in exchange for a review, if you like Urban Fantasy or Paranormal Thriller books (please don't try it if you're not into that genre, no one will be happy - yes, this has happened multiple times at this point -_-). If you like those, though, hey, free ebook (which also means you don't have to lug around a 375 page paperback if that matters to you.

Back Cover description:

A wizard’s failed apprentice and a self-doubting medium embark on a race against time in Eben Mishkin’s fantastical debut, The Hidden and the Maiden. The unsociable James Rathbone, once student to the last wizard, is forced into action when his dead master's secret elixir is stolen. Con artist Kenton Dean uses the elixir to release the fallen god of death. He needs just one more thing for his plans to work: Helena Lawson, an heiress who holds unfathomable magical potential. James sets off on a dangerous mission to rescue Helena and stop Kenton, but he cannot do it alone. Much to his chagrin, James must team up with Zephyr Wayne, a neurotic medium who’s convinced his powers are nothing more than the manifestation of his own psychosis. As the only humans capable of seeing the threat, James and Zephyr must band together to save the world as they know it. But can James finally get his magic to work? And will Zephyr’s self-doubt ever allow him to unleash his full potential? An absorbing blend of horror, fantasy, and real-world drama, The Hidden and the Maiden will leave readers guessing until the very last page. An absorbing blend of horror, fantasy, and real-world drama, The Hidden and the Maiden will leave readers guessing until the very last page.

Read some reviews on my tumblr page for it, its GoodReads page, or on it's Amazon page. I would offer other review places but there are no other places with reviews that I am aware of. Anyone who is willing to write a review on Smashwords for it, (you can read a decent sized sample to see if you are willing before you contact me) I'll absolutely give you a free code for a download from there. I need more reviews everywhere >_<. I think I'm still under 50 reviews in total anywhere and everywhere on the internet. I may in fact be willing to beg at this point.

So, yeah, if you're looking for a Urban Dark Fantasy Paranormal Thriller to read please check out the deal to get a free review copy from Reading Deals, which will also give you lots of other free review copies from other desperate authors.

[prying-pandora666]

Aang the Segregationist?

I keep seeing this terrible take regarding Aang’s role in “The Promise” claiming he’s some xenophobic segregationist.

Guys, I know we have our grievances with the comics, but this one’s kind of a stretch, don’t you think?

No, Aang wasn’t pro-Harmony Restoration Movement because he hated the Fire Nation or because he was a bad friend to Zuko or because he was brainwashed or whatever other arguments I’ve seen.

It’s because he’s the last survivor of a genocide. As he’s coming into his mid-teens, he’s starting to grasp the depths of what he’s truly lost in a way his 12 year old self couldn’t. He’s desperate to cling to his culture before it’s lost forever, and his fears are well founded! Air Nomad culture could well die out with him.

That’s why we get the plot point with the Avatar Aang fan club. They inadvertently offend Aang by appropriating and misapplying his culture (however well intentioned) and this triggers Aang’s fears of how his culture is being lost. All that will be remembered is a watered-down caricature.

He flat-out says as much to Katara! Saying that the reason the Nations need to be divided is because the stronger Nations will always dominate the weaker nations either through conquest or imposing their culture. Aang is afraid directly as a result of the terrible trauma he’s suffered.

Time-stamped so you can see for yourself:

To try to paint Aang as some kind of xenophobic segregationist is a pretty terrible reading of the text. Especially when the point of the story is that Aang learns he was wrong to try to force the colonies to separate, and that he can better preserve his culture by teaching it to others while he lives rather than keeping it away where no one can potentially corrupt it.

Let’s also not forget he was being advised by Roku, who was also deeply impacted by the genocide and war that followed his failure to stop Sozin. Of course Roku is taking a hard stance! He tried to be reasonable and diplomatic in his time and it led to the 100 year war and the loss of the Air Nomads!

Aang is 14 tops. He’s trying to make sense of an unfathomable atrocity that was committed against his people while the whole world looks to him to mend the rifts of a bloody 100 years of conflict.

To ignore how that’s impacted him just so you can paint him as a bad guy relative to Zuko or whatever is not only a pretty lousy reading of the text, it shows a complete disregard for a horror that, tragically, does happen in the real world too.

[localcuttlefish]

Let it be known. This is the one and only time I will actively and purposely draw prettyboy AM without good reason or explanation.

Massive shout out to cainosis for inspiring one of the poses, go check out cain’s account for some sick art and useful resources! Behold them or else

[believe-that-you-can-my-friend]

¬a chrissy lives au

Vecna's attack leaves Chrissy a heaving mess on the floor of Eddie's trailer, Uptown Girl the soundtrack of the most horrific scene Eddie, an enthusiastic horror cinephile, ever witnessed. Somebody - something - is targeting her, she tries to explain between ugly sobs and it's the second time in a day that Chrissy Cunningham is in need of his help. He offers her a place to go into hiding, Reefer Rick's abandoned lake house, gives her a change of clothes, drives her there and stays all night by her side, keeping watch, holding her hand, meticulously rewinding and replaying a Billy Joel cassette, because it gives her a weird sense of safety.

A picture of her - cheerleading uniform, high ponytail, good girl smile - is being broadcasted on the Breaking News segment on the muted TV the next morning, the words "captain of the cheerleading squad goes missing" in bold letters at the bottom. Henderson is the one who finds them, along with Steve Harrington of all people and a girl from band, Robin. The fourth member of this unorthodox team, Max Mayfield, Eddie's neighbor, says she saw them last night bolting out of his trailer in concerning alarm and, after the news of Chrissy's disappearance, they needed to investigate. When the four of them finally leave, Chrissy and Eddie are still trying to wrap up their heads around the unfathomable things they learned about Hawkins. They are both hiding now, for different reasons; Chrissy in 'near-victim' protection, as Robin cleverly stated, and Eddie just in case somebody else apart from Max saw them together and connected the dots wrongly.

The following morning, a picture of him - Hellfire Club t-shirt, untamed mane, face pulled in a dark scowl - accompanies hers on the morning news, the words "cheerleader sacrificed in a satanic ritual?" in bold letters at the bottom. Eddie turns off the TV the moment she walks into the living room. When the four-member party arrive later that evening for a much needed food delivery, they inform him that some jocks testified that they saw Chrissy get into his van after the game. Police are searching for him, the whole town is sharpening pitchforks to hunt the 'freak'. Later, when Chrissy unlocks herself out of the bathroom, having overheard the hushed conversation, she finds him curled up on the couch, defeated and forlorn, glistering eyes focused on the harsh light of a lantern.

She tells him that he treated her with more kindness than she's ever wished for and she's been so care-starved to the point that now she's taking advantage of his decent human behavior. But they're mere acquaintances - not friends or even more, too carried away by the make-believe sanctuary they build these last couple of days - and it's not fair for him to be treated this way because she is afraid to face her problems on her own. So, she's going to leave, first thing in the morning. Clear his name and then fight her battles. Let him live his life peacefully and take her own in her hands. Eddie doesn't get to object or voice a different opinion. He just stands there, beating himself up for being, once more, a helpless coward, as she watches her walk away.

She doesn't get far. A pair of headlights illuminate the dimly lit room, then tires squeak to an abrupt stop. They both freeze, eyes connecting in the dark in silent alarm. From the outside, Jason's voice echoes viciously through the night.

"Alright, let's capture us a freak!"

[incomingalbatross]

It's taken me by surprise a bit, on rewatch, how very crucial it is to Fullmetal Alchemist that Ed and Al have Committed An Atrocity.

Like on one level, obviously. Trying to undo the consequences of their Atrocity is their driving motivation the whole time. The human transmutation is the only reason they got mixed up in any of this plot stuff to begin with. But it's not just the consequences—it's the way their guilt is necessary for them to function as part of this story.

When Mustang steered Ed toward the military he was (without telling them) initiating them both into the elite club of People Trying To Atone For Their Atrocities. When people keep bringing up "hey, this is no environment for innocent children to be living in!" the answer is always the same. "They're not innocents." It won't do any good to protect them from the Horrors, because they already have their OWN Horrors they went out and acquired THEMSELVES.

It's funny, in a way, how they keep spilling the story of their taboo-breaking at the drop of a hat—especially toward the beginning of the story. But they keep sharing it because they are in world that has no place for the innocent, or the unproven, and this is how they show other people that they can be trusted to navigate the Horrors. Ed tells Rose "we committed a terrible crime to try and bring back the dead, and so I KNOW you should not do what we did." They tell Marcoh "It's no good trying to preserve us from the unfathomable horrors of misused alchemy because we already WENT OUT AND FOUND THEM."

And it's how they connect with others, too! Because everyone they run into is carrying guilt and shame, honestly, but despite being teenage boys the Elrics can say, "Yes, we also did something irreparable. We can never go back. But we ARE trying to go forward, so maybe you and we can help each other with that."

(And of course, obviously, I would not put "tried to bring their mom back to life because they were bereaved children" in the same category as "carried out a genocide" or "performed horrific human experimentation." But! At the same time! They meddled with the forces of life and death—they attempted to meddle with their mother's soul—for an ultimately selfish cause, and they carry that very real guilt with them for three years for a reason. Discounting the ways in which their human transmutation was an Atrocity cheapens their story and their participation in the theme of Atonement, which is absolutely central to Fullmetal Alchemist.)

[meet-me-backstage]

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𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 ⎈ 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 🦇 Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 🦇 You get dragged into the unfathomable events at Starcourt Mall by your hopeless crush on Billy Hargrove and new-found middle-schooler friends. You struggle to cope with the trauma which gradually costs you your popular cheerleader reputation when you return to high school for senior year. Though this loss first appears to be the end of the world, you learn that there's worse things than levelling down in popularity.

Though even in darkness, there is always a light - for you this is Eddie Munson, who you gain an unlikely friendship in and fall for him in the process.

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒖𝒑𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒔, 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈!

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 🦇 smoking, mention of and consumption of drugs, horror themes, violence (in the upside down and probs Steve losing another fight (•̀ᴗ•́)و jk jk he's king), mention of and consumption of alcohol, mention of and a near death experience, death, bad language, nightmares, blood, bullying, mention of vomit and vomiting, some domestic (mainly verbal and emotional) abuse(‼️), mention of suicidal thoughts, mention of suicide, mention of self-harm, allusion to eating disorder and smUUT so you have to be 18+ to read this series❗️

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 🦇 2.8K words.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 🦇 Bad language, bullying and Billy Hargrove being a𝐧 asshole ™

𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 - 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠!

𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲, 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝! <𝟑

⇜ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 ⎈ 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐥

🦇 𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲, 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟓 🦇

Eddie speed-walked the rest of the way to Tina's new year party, he’d been called to do quick business there and had never invited unless he had weed with him... I don’t really care anyway, the music sucks.

He looked behind him just in case you came running back to him. He felt bad for walking away, but what else was he meant to do when you were the one who'd ran away from him... the master among the 'band of weirdos’, he huffs and kicks the ground with every step towards the party.

Sure, he expected you to be freaked out by the almost accident, and a little bit by him but not to the point where you wanted to get away from him so much that you’d sprinted away with an injured leg.

She’s really become one of that crowd... one of the balls in laundry basket player's... cheerers. He didn't not like the cheerleaders, their routines are metal and require a damn lot of skill... it's the way they cheer for the assholes that hated him, made it their job to make his life a living hell. He thought that maybe the cheerleaders were just doing it because they have to rile up the crowd, but he figured that you proved otherwise tonight - that the cheerleaders, you, believed the bullcrap that the guys were telling them about the Hellfire club.

He swings his black metal box full of weed as he approaches the side entrance of Tina's house. The last time he knocked on the front door and she freaked out and told him to 'go round the back before anyone sees you', so he decided to skip another awkward situation like that with the future prom queen and walks straight through the side gate into Tina’s garden.

He hangs around the back of the garden watching some of the teens jumping into the glowing blue pool and watch the fireworks from there. Some kids say things like 'freak' or 'what is that weirdo doing here?' and his personal favorite: 'I hope he's not brought the devil here with him tonight'. He was never allowed to get involved in any aspect of the parties in case people left at the sight of him… except Tina surprisingly hands him a drink tonight, he shrugs and hums, taking whatever it is, mumbling a  'thanks' as he takes a sip, making the drink bubble and spill over the top of the glass a little.

"Whatever," she answers and swiftly leaves him alone again.

Some boys come over who he recognises from school - they weren't nasty to him, but they weren't nice either. They didn't seem to know what they are doing, but Eddie hands them a few bags regardless and they keep looking over their shoulder at some girls who are watching on... I see, they’re trying to impress them by buying from me because even coming close to me is apparently a life threatening thing to do. Eddie jokingly flashes the boys his teeth and growls, bringing his hands up like claws, the boys stumbling over their feet and run away from him with his drugs before pretending to act cool again in front of the, now laughing, girls.

No one from Hawkins High ever dared to blush and laugh at him like that. Well - just one... Tink - you, but that was way back in middle school and no longer than an hour ago you ran like hell away from him like he’d terrified you.

Tink’s changed… for the worst. He felt disappointed... she was pretty metal in middle school from what I remember. Now she’s too far gone - taken in by the popular crowd, no longer a lost little sheep.

Eddie notices Billy Hargrove, the asshole of not only school, but the entirety of the town of Hawkins walk towards him now... Billy looks like he hasn't had a great night judging by the red handprint on his left cheek, but still sported a smug smirk that made Eddie writhe with hate, "What've you got, Munson?" Billy asks, looming over Eddie, he’s big for a guy younger than him and often made bullshit comments about Eddie in every class he had with him... one of the worst things about being a repeat senior.

"I'll do you a half ounce for... uh, 30, Hargrove," Eddie manages to hide a smug smile, knowing he is ripping Billy off, "What d'ya say, big boy?" He hold the bag of weed before Billy which he examines until giving Eddie a glare at the nickname.

Billy steps closer so their heads are close and Eddie’s heart starts to pummel at his chest, making him think that Billy hadn't bought into his rip off of a deal... but then Billy turns and looks up at the fireworks exploding in the sky, "It's a beautiful display, huh?"

Eddie quickly glances at him, raising his brows and squinting his eyes before looking up at the fireworks too, exhaling in the process as he relaxes at the pretty sight, “y-yeah.” It’s very pretty... still, he’s kinda weirded out at how close Billy is to him, he couldn't completely take the beauty of the fireworks in, especially with the godawful music blaring from within the house.

Suddenly the bag of weed is being snatched roughly from Eddie’s hand, he blinks and watches Billy casually walking away, "Nice doing business with you, dingus," he calls out, briefly turning to look at Eddie, not even bothering to rush... his arrogance pissed Eddie off, made him punch his arm downwards into thin air, wishing it was Billy’s right cheek.

I’ve had enough of jocks and cheerleaders tonight... the adrenaline that pulses through Eddie’s veins control him, he felt just like the puppet on strings inked his arm, being made to walk a direct line headed for Billy, "Jesus H. - Hargrove!" Eddie chokes out now that he is stood directly behind Billy’s large frame.

Billy turns smoothly on his heel, towering over Eddie... his blue eyes like swords ready to plunge into the smaller boy’s heart and scarier than any evil Eddie had come across in Dungeons & Dragons.

Eddie stares back at him with wide eyes - his lips trembling and unable to speak even if he tried, so with his final crumbs of courage and no thought or escape plan, he chucked the half full cup of drink he had all over Billy.

Billy's arms lift from his sides as he examines his now soaked shirt before glaring at Eddie again, his eyes dark, with his infamous twisted grin, "Shit," Eddie mumbles shakily, completely frozen with the glass still in his hand. Eddie is quick to hop back into action, jumping on the spot and sprinting away, almost falling into the pool as he pushes past some of the partygoers.

Eddie chucks his glass onto the ground, making it smash and shards to scatter into the pool, onto the patio and on Billy’s path stopping him momentarily from chasing Eddie.

"You'd be dead if I didn't have all your stock in my hand, freak!" Eddie hears Billy's voice and laughter as he hops over the side-gate, he continues to sprint from territory he didn't feel welcome in... and didn't ever want to be a part of.

Eddie slams his box of weed on his bedside table after muttering 'shit shit shit shit' all the way to his uncle, Wayne’s empty trailer.

I really need to find a quieter place to deal because I am not setting foot at a party again. Not even to make a couple bucks. "Never again," he thinks aloud as he lets himself fall onto his bed, making the headboard thud against the wall, "Shit," He mutters again and jumps off of the bed, "How could I forget, goodnight sweetheart," he kisses the palm of his hand before placing it on his beloved electric guitar.

Eddie stares lovingly as if he’d received a reply like - 'I'm always here for you, Eddie'.

His chest is heaving, completely and utterly out of breath from running back to the trailer through the woods... he’d tripped over some tree vines and roots on the way which left grazes on his hands, which looked pretty badass... until he remembered the reason for them being there. He laughs sarcastically to himself at the thought that, just like you had ran away from him, he had ran away from your people. He sniffles and scrunches up his nose... we both ran from what the other stood for and our will would never ever collide.

"I know you are, you don't run from the freaks," he jokes, hurt in his voice, "And for that - I'm gonna play you so good this Friday, your beautiful curves will melt," he strums her strings while she's hung up against a mirror and he smiles at the sweet sound, like a lullaby to soothe him before he throws himself back onto the bed on his front.

I need to sleep. "Tinker-fuckin’-Bell? More like - Stinker-fuckin’-Bell," he groans into his pillow.

🦇 𝟕𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲, 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟓 🦇

Eddie hadn't gotten enough sleep in the last few days, he felt like he was constantly being shaken like a rattle since what happened at that party. Billy fuckin’ Hargrove, this stupid school can go to hell once I graduate... He has his head tucked into the 'welcome back' booklet he’d been handed on his way into the cafeteria of Hawkins High.

"This is not my year," he sighs before letting the booklet fall from his fingertips onto the floor. He treads on it and hangs his head low while walking to the 'Hellfire' table, where Gareth, Jeff and Travis were already sat - they look excited to see him because he’d promised them that he’d have a Dungeons & Dragons campaign ready on the first day back.

When Eddie doesn’t return the excitement their faces fall. He sits himself down at the head of the table, the designated dungeon master seat... which he doesn’t feel he is doing the role justice right now, "It's not ready,” he admits immediately.

"What do you mean it's not ready? You told us after the gig that you had something," Gareth questions, letting his hand fall with a thud almost as loud as when he plays the drums.

Eddie scratches his head, forcing himself to look away from the disappointed faces, "I know I did - I was full of shit," he states matter-of-factly, “I’m sorry," he sighs, bringing his hand to his forehead, the coldness of the rings he’s wearing soothes the burning frustration... if I weren't so exhausted I'd jump onto the table to let loose, tell the entire cafeteria how fucked over I felt by everything.

He could see in his peripheral vision that Gareth is sat back, his arms crossed. Jeff and Travis' eyes are darting back and forth between Eddie and Gareth during the dead silence, "Is everything okay? You've been acting kinda weird since the gig?" Jeff asks, concerned. Out of the boys at the ‘Hellfire’ table, Jeff is the most calm, he resolves conflict, broke up bickers and fights between the others... his voice is smooth and low, it’s like metal music to Eddie’s ears.

Gareth’s face lights up again, "And that too! I'm glad you mentioned that Jeff because now I can say it - we played so badly because your singing was totally off!"

Eddie’s mouth opens to speak, but instead uttered a strained alien noise because you’re walking past his table with Chrissy and Jason (Billy's number one fan). You have a pink bow in your hair and wore a 'tigers' t-shirt under your cheer jacket. Your t-shirt, rather than being the usual white that he saw others wear around school, it is a mix of pink and red... she must've dyed it herself.

You sheepishly look at his table, not at Eddie, which he notices... then your head quickly turns to Jason, who must've told you and Chrissy a joke because you both laugh with him.

The sight of you walking with them, with him - Jason, Eddie scoffs and frowns, feeling his heart sink further. So... Tink’s ok. Dyeing clothes, laughing with Jason Carver and Chrissy Cunningham, buddies with the rest of the popular kids... clinging onto Billy Hargrove by his locker like her life depended on it - that’s why why she ran, she didn't want anyone to see us near together in case I'd damage her reputation.

"Where are you, Eddie?" Jeff's voice knocks him out of his trance caused by you.

"Billy’s girl - the little miss keg queen - whatever they call her?" Gareth interrupts, stumbling over his words while following Eddie’s gaze before leaning forward... Eddie had Gareth’s undivided attention now, which he found weird because usually Gareth hated talking about those higher up on the hierarchy of Hawkins High, "Did you talk to her?"

Eddie huffs a laugh, "Talk," he snorts, twisting the ring on his middle finger... which gave him the sudden want to flip the bird towards the table you are sitting at, "Somethin' like that.”

Jeff, Gareth and Travis are watching Eddie greedily, it made him chuckle, just minutes ago they were pissed off at him.

"Okayyy - m' gonna say this once," Eddie clears his voice, "I was on my way to do some - uh," he looks up, "Business - when I saw her... I pushed her out of the way of a car, I might've pushed a little too hard but I panicked and she freaked out on me - ran off... you know, the usual," he shrugs his shoulders, breaking eye contact with his friends, band-mates, the people he’d run through Mordor for... they knew that there was more and they are still looking at Eddie like they are in the middle of an intense campaign, "I spilled drink over Billy Hargrove at Tina's new year party - really mixed in well with that crowd," he nods his head towards the popular kid's table without looking.

His friends are completely engrossed, their mouths agape... probably still processing the information because usually they spoke of familiar territory at lunch, like D&D, Lord of The Rings or Corroded Coffin.

"It's a lot, I know," Eddie raises his brows and fiddles with his rings again, "I'm surprised they’re not inviting me over there right now with open arms and a varsity jacket," he chuckles and again, nods at that table - your table.

They all exchange looks between each other, excluding Eddie, and suddenly he feels left out, as if he’d missed out something from his own story.

"You rescued little miss sucker punch?!" Gareth blurts loud enough for your table to hear... Jeff nudges him while Eddie shoots Gareth a glare - he raises his hands, "Sorry - it was just pretty badass," he lowers his voice, now using hand gestures to show his enthusiasm.

"Badass?" Eddie mimics Gareth’s voice, leaning towards him with his hand flat on the table, "On a scale from Jimmy Osmond to Iron Maiden - she falls somewhere between... Dancing Queen aaaand - Super Trouper by ABBA right now."

Gareth blinks, "That's kinda harsh - she sucker punched Billy - asshole - Hargrove, something all of us have dreamed of doing and she just... did it," he rambles passionately while the others, aside from Eddie, nod. Gareth notices Eddie’s confused face and rolls his eyes, "What I'm trying to say is, she may not be the hero that this shitter of a school deserves, but she's definitely the hero that it needs."

Eddie blinks back, his mind completely blown, "She - she - sucker punched... this is the princess of Hawkins High you’re talking about?" He began to laugh in utter disbelief, "That's the biggest piece of bullshit I've ever heard - and I've heard a lot of bullshit."

"Dude - everyone's talking about it," Gareth falls back into his chair, "Worshipping her for it - look!" He whispers, tilting his head in the direction of you. You’re still sitting amongst a pool of green and mustard yellow varsity jackets, a few other students had walked up to you and offered you a high five - you are smiling as you lift up your hand and slap it with theirs.

Eddie now notices the mumbling about you amongst all of the tables. This is pretty metal. A grin tugs at his lips, thinking about how you’d disrupted the entire high school regime... everyone including me would never talk badly about Billy, let alone lay a hand on him... now that had all changed and he had no idea because he hadn't even bothered to show up today.

Eddie looks around in admiration until you catch his eye again. He expects to see you smiling still at the mass of attention you are recieving, the attention he thought you craved, but your shoulders are hunched, the smile that you wore not minutes ago is wiped completely off of your lips. You are looking down, miserable… empty - then you quickly look up and muster up a smile that doesn’t reach your eyes at another cheerleader who'd said something to all of the occupants at your table.

Your eyes trail away from your friends, catching the eye contact that Eddie is giving you from across the room.

Eddie’s breath hitches for a moment at your attention before his lips twitch upward into a reassuring, dimpled grin, though in response you sheepishly look away from him. Your own breath hitches and you focus on Chrissy, who is giggling uncontrollably at something Jason had said.

You force yourself to mirror Chrissy’s actions, giggling as if you hadn’t just zoned out and found yourself drowning into the eyes of Eddie Munson.

In that moment you looked so lost and Eddie figured that perhaps you still are still a lost little sheep who is an expert at hiding it. Eddie knew it all from experience, what it looks like to pretend everything is fine when it is pretty damn far from it... and he realises that he’d just poured fuel onto the flame by talking about you like you really are just ‘little miss sucker-punch’, the ‘keg queen’, the ‘princess’... the main character of a story told purely for entertainment to make being at school bearable.

Eddie gulps, feeling extremely guilty.

The only similarity between me and Tink seems to be the way that we cope with shitty situations.

Eddie recalls refusing to face the truth too, feeling like he didn’t belong anywhere. He resorted to spending months and months in the one bedroom of the trailer, that Wayne had given up for him, because all he wanted to do with his time was learn how to play the electric guitar while trying to cope with losing his mom and having a ‘dad’ who enjoyed spending time in prison more than being with his own son.

Eddie huffs a laugh as he remembers learning the entirety of Black Sabbath’s debut album on his beloved electric guitar, which earns him a 'what's so funny?' look from Gareth.

Eddie shakes his head, "Nothing, man," he mumbles and shrugs, looking down at his hand. He frowns at the many doodles that are beginning to fade on his palm.

Eddie then hunches his back and moves his head closer as he grabs a pen from his black metal box. He minds his own business, delving into his own world of doodling on the space between his thumb and index finger while his tongue sneaks out of his mouth in deep concentration... he desperately tries to ignore you from across the room, the thoughts of you that linger and spin around his head.

He roughly drags the pen across his skin, enough to send a sharp pain up his arm.

She was mean.

She hates me.

She wants nothing to do with me.

Why should I help her?

Eddie’s head shakes subconsciously while his friends talk amongst themselves. His brain itches as his caring, nurturing side for the lost sheep of the school battles with his opposing thoughts about your reaction to him after he’d saved you. But then he remembers how you were the first girl he’d ever spoken to, the first one who hadn’t been mean to him… not to mention that you also loved Black Sabbath.

His brown eyes trail in your direction again with his head still bowed, facing his now frozen hands. He feels like such a creep, staring at you, just like he often did in the hallway on his way to class in middle school because he was too nervous to approach you after your encounter at the talent show audition.

I wonder if she still has that Ozzy Osbourne picture tucked away in her locker?

Eddie’s eyes now widen as an imaginary lightbulb floats above his head, he looks back down at the faint doodle on his pale skin.

I’ve got an idea.

⇝ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞 ⎈ 𝐎𝐳𝐳𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐫

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆!!!!! 𝐈𝐭'𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲 <𝟑

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[lord-fallen]

hey, i’m dominik (alt: dominic). over twenty, with pronouns he/him. i write/read dark fantasy, gothic fiction, and classics, but i make exceptions every now and then. i love world-building and mythology. kind of a vampire fan and the aesthetic surrounding it. an all-consuming greed for power is sort of a thing in most (if not all) of my works. i also primarily focus on the villains, anti-heroes and corrupt characters alike. oh, and i make templates for the muse.

N A V I G A T I O N

[ ask ] .  [ creations ] . [ gdoc templates ] . [ notion templates ] . [ writing resources ]

P R O J E C T S

[ hunted by ] . [ terror in the mind of a priest ] . [ darling, dearest, dead. ] . [ color of greed ] . [ sick thoughts ]

A E S T H E T I C S

. to descend into chaos is a choice many are deprived of - the pit . the dominik and katja vampire book club  . love, shaped like two hands wrapped around a throat, like an empty stomach - love as hunger . love like having your throat cut - violent love  . i don’t want comfort; i want danger, freedom, sin; i want to be hungry - hunger . beauty is terror, beauty is something inhuman - beauty . eat what makes us holy; eat the god who didn’t save us - religion . do you know what it means to be loved by death - vampires, blood . villain status - taglines  . daily kafka - some kafka . a place to suffer formally

more project details under cut.

hunted by - (dark) folkloric fantasy, dark romance

Sworn to the Northern Kingdom as their leading huntsman, Kalypso was trained by one principle: thou shalt not trust Versipellis - cursed shapeshifters who turn into macabre versions of themselves at moon’s peak. His path was never meant to cross with the wicked leader of such, but a web of dark, forbidden romance and vengeance ensnares him in a cunning twist of fate.

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themes .  cursed shapeshifters / eternal winter / kingdoms / werebeasts vs. hunters / witchcraft / god is a woman and there are multiple / folkloric creatures / royalty / rivalry and vengeance / becoming god

terror in the mind of a priest -  gothic fiction/romance, horror, paranormal and dark fantasy, mystery.

The epistolary story follows an expert doctor who works alongside the police to make autopsy reports for all sorts of complicated deaths. His assistance is asked in a place far from home to investigate an unexplainable chain of murders. These occurrences are unlike any he has seen before, suggesting  the existence of unfathomable creatures. Sceptic at first, he is eventually thrusted into the world of otherworldly research, meeting the Father of the Local Church along the way.

But something about the priest isn’t right. And while the priest offers his help, the doctor seizes the opportunity to study his suspect up close.

[ introduction ] . [ tag ]

themes .  demons exist / power and corruption / facing darkness disguised as beauty / dancing with the devil / seduced by the villain / story expressed through protagonist’s pieces of writing / doctor as detective / studying the monster

darling, dearest, dead. -  (contemporary) fantasy, new adult, (dark academia)

A leading figure to the university’s secret society , Laurent was always known to be brilliant to the point of cunning. He is arrogant, sharp, unwavering, with poisonous charisma and genius hiding behind madness in pursuit of something others deem impossible: immortality. All he ever lacked was a push — that was, until after he met Will, a biology student with a matching sharpness and undeniable chemistry. In their constant wars of will and philosophical sparring, a desired push comes to an inevitable shove and theory turns into the experimental. But when one accident leads to a chain of murders, ambition becomes obsession, intrigue turns into jealousy, and power results in betrayal. Will and Laurent are left standing on ashes of what used to be friendship, each with a narcissistic desire of their own - now as archnemeses.

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themes .  life, death, carpe diem /  hedonism / immortality / entertaining the what-ifs / in the name of science, art, and philosophy / the constitution of good versus evil / modern tragedy

color of greed - science fiction, romance/erotica (nano 2021)

(wip shelved.) In a society where the filthy rich live in the skies and everyone else below, an heiress to one of five noble families is offered a captive as a gift - one with a deadly and, fortunately rare, affinity for mind control. He is one of last and his genetic skill must be kept a secret while the heiress seeks to rob her brothers of their father's throne, all for the hungry desire to rule an inhospitable, divided world. [ introduction ] . [ tag ] themes .  power, religion, and politics / inheritance and nepotism / familial competition for the throne / mind control / master and captive dynamic (except the master is an heiress and the captive is deadly) / power play

sick thoughts -  new adult, horror fiction, gothic romance, paranormal fantasy

(wip shelved.)

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themes .  vampires / not-so-ordinary university life / town full of secrets / bromance despite family-rivalry / new murders / former shy one becomes the new hot / decadent aristocratic family / the grotesque, the dark / power and greed    

O T H E R

(send an ask or comment to be +/- to the general taglist.)

🦇 . i’d love to be added to taglists of active wips, so if you have anything that falls under dark fantasy, send an ask and i’ll check it out. 

[tg-headcanons]

Slander furuta I've been thirsting for him particularly hard lately 🥵

FURUTA THAT ABSOLUTE PRETTYBOY FUCK. BORN INTO A CULT HE WAS SOMEHOW THE WEIRDEST PERSON THERE. MOTHERFUCKER WAS ASSIGNED OLD AT BIRTH AND ALL HE WANTS IS THE BE THE RAVE TWINK HE WAS MEANT TO BE BUT INTEAD HE HAS RESPONSIBILITIES AND HE DECIDED TO START A WAR BECAUSE OF IT. ISOLATED FROM THE WORLD IN A BREEDING FARM HE DIDN’T KNOW WHAT GAY PEOPLE ARE SO HE COMPHETED TO HIS COUSIN AND THEN KILLED HER AS ADULTS FOR A CONVOLUTED PLAN TO COPE WITH DYING YOUNG. THAT OBVIOUS MASCARA WEARING BARBIE DOLL COULDA CURED HIS SHORT LIFE WITH THE TECHNOLOGY HE WAS ENDORSING BUT INSTEAD CHOSE TO CRAM HIS COUSIN’S ORGANS INTO A PATHETIC LITTLE MEOW MEOW BECAUSE HE WAS IN A SILLY GOOFY MOOD. HE HAS ALMOST CERTAINLY WOKEN UP IN TAIWAN WITH NO MONEY, HUNGOVER, AND WEARING SOMEONE ELSE’S PANTS WITH NO MEMORY OF HOW HE GOT THERE BESIDES A VAGUE IDEA OF WANTING TO REBEL AGAINST HIS DAD BUT HE IS INCAPABLE IF DOING ANYTHING IN MODERATION. HE SURVIVES SOLELY ON PRAISE, POPPERS, AND HUMAN SUFFERING AND HE THINKS ITS FUNNY TO BE THE REASON FOR SEVERAL DIVORCES. HE REFUSES TO GO TO THERAPY BECAUSE HES AFRAID THAT IT WILL MAKE HIM BORING AND BY BORING HE MEANS NOT KILLING PEOPLE. HE IS IN TWO SEPARATE SINISTER CABALS AND ALSO A BOOK CLUB WITH 11 MIDDLE AGED WOMEN HE DRINKS WINE AND GOSSIPS WITH WHO KNOW ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING ABOUT IT AND JUST DIDN’T BELIEVE IT UNTIL THEY LOOKED OUTSIDE AND THE WINDOW WAS COVERED IN MEAT DRAGON GOO. HE IS SIMULTANEOUSLY THE MOST DEVIOUS LEADER AND THE MOST IRRESPONSIBLE MANCHILD IN THE SERIES AND GIVEN THE CHANCE HE WOULD INDUCE MUTUALLY ASSURED NUCLEAR DESTRUCTION BUT UNTIL THEN HE WILL APPLY EYELINER POORLY AND RANT ABOUT THE SHIT MARGRET FROM BOOK CLUB TOLD HIM ABOUT HER STEPSON TO THE TORTURED VICTIMS IN KANAO’S LAB. HIS HORRORS ARE UNFATHOMABLE, HIS NAILS ARE PAINTED, AND HIS COWORKERS ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH HIS MEGAN THE STALLION RINGTONE THAT IS ALWAYS ON MAX VOLUME

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The Haunting Season 3 Release Date : All You Need To Know

The Haunting is a horror series that has been viewed a lot around the world. Mike Flanagan's Netflix series has a great mix of drama and horror, which engages the viewers. There are no cheap jump scares. Only well-written, intricate plots that leave viewers feeling deep sorrow and longing. The Haunting of Bly Manor is the second installment of The Haunting series. It was released on October 9, 2020. The story follows a young American teacher, who is an in-house tutor to two beautiful children at Bly Manor. Later, she discovers that the Manor is full of dark and unfathomable secrets that will forever alter her life. It's not surprising that the show quickly rose to Netflix's Top Titles, proving its popularity. Let's see what the next steps are for this series. Is there a third season of 'The Haunting? We are positive that the show will be renewed in season 3. The Haunting of Bly Manor remained at the top of the US Netflix charts for the first week. It also topped multiple regions around the world. Netflix is known for its high regard for viewership when deciding whether to renew a series or not. It is only a matter time before Netflix makes the renewal announcement. When will 'The Haunting Season 3' be available on Netflix? We have already spoken of our confidence in obtaining another season of The Haunting series. We are expecting long delays to The Haunting Season 3, unfortunately. The Haunting of Hill House, the first installment, debuted on Netflix on October 12, 2018. It took Netflix four months (February 2019), to renew the series despite its popularity. Although it took four months to secure a renewal, The Haunting of Bly manor, the second installment, was released on the same date the next year, October 9, 2020. Season 3's release date will be affected by more than just how quickly the show is renewed. It will also depend on Mike Flanagan's involvement in the series. Flanagan directed all episodes of Hill House, but only the series opener for Bly Manor. Flanagan has a full schedule at the moment. Flanagan is currently working on two new Netflix horror series, Midnight Mass (and The Midnight Club). It would take him longer to squeeze The Haunting season 3 into his busy schedule. They have already surprised us with the second season two years after the first. Can they surprise us again with the third installment in October 2022? Season 3 of The Haunting of Hill House Cast: It was unclear at the beginning if Season 2 actors would be retained for season 3. However, the production team confirmed that some of the established actors would be returning to the show. You can expect to meet Victoria Pedretti as Dani, Oliver Jackson Cohen as Peter, Henry Thomas as the younger Hugh Crain, Catherine Parker and Kate Siegel. We expect to add a few more actors to the team. T'Nia Miller, Rahul Kolhi, Super Girl and Amelia Eve will all be joining the team. The children that the governess cares for will be played by the newest cast. The cast might surprise us with unexpected additions or extermination roles. Let's wait and see. What happened in "The Haunting of Bly"? The End - Explained Viola Willoughby's curse on Bly Manor was broken by Dani's act of sacrifice. All ghostly residents of Bly Manor including Hannah, Rebecca and Peter were allowed to live in Viola's body. The survivors of Bly Manor tried to live their lives normally. Owen opened a restaurant in honor of Hannah's memory. Lord Henry moved to America along with Flora and Miles. The three survivors were reunited at Owen’s restaurant when it became clear that Flora, Miles and Henry do not recall what happened at the Bly Manor. Viola was still present in Dani's body but Dani and Jaime managed to have happy years together. They also opened a flower shop in America. As the years passed, Dani began to lose control of her life. One night, she woke up with Jaime's neck wrapped around her hand. Fearful of hurting the woman she loves, she ran away and left Jaime desperate to find her. Jaime's search brought her back to Bly Manor at the bottom the lake. She saw Dani's tragic fate. Viola's former Lady of The Lake, Dani, has been replaced by Dani. Dani was asked to take Viola's soul, so she could be with her forever. Dani, however, would not claim any soul, unlike Viola. Dani is doomed to the same fate that Viola and will forget her loved memories and herself. We discovered that Jaimie was the older narrator and Flora, the bride, was a Flora, before the show ended. We discovered that the guests were also older versions of Miles, Henry, and Owen. Jaime went back to her hotel room, leaving her door open slightly. She fills up the sink and bath with water in hopes that Dani will find her. Jaime sat down in a chair, closed her eyes and found no indication that her love was there. After long years of waiting, finally we see Dani's hands resting on Jaime. This is a sign that Dani still loves Jaime and remembers her, which proves love transcends Viola's curse. Season 3 of The Haunting of Hill House: Expected Plot Season 3 of The Haunting of Hill House Seas0n 3 will continue the story of Season 2. The inspiration for the season was the book "The Turn of the Screw", which focused on one government caring about two distant children. Jaime was Viola's body, but Dani and Jaime were able to have a good relationship. While moving to America, the couple opened a floral shop in America. Dani lost her self-control over time. Jaime was being held in her hands by Dani when she woke up one night. Jaime was left to search for her, but she chose to flee because she was afraid she would hurt the woman she really loved. Jaime returned to Bly Manor, at the bottom of the lake. Her search led her there. There, she witnessed Dani's tragic future. Official Trailer for "The Haunting" We've got a trailer for The Haunting of Bly Manor. You can watch all episodes on Netflix. We will keep you informed about the latest developments in The Haunting series. Read the full article