#and we’re back (to the religious imagery posting)!!

[leclerrari]

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[strangererotica]

EXPLICIT CONTENT | MINORS DNI

Devil Worshipping Cultists Steve & Eddie x Virgin Sacrifice Fem!Reader

ADVISORY: This story contains dark content. Relevant tags are posted below the cut. Proceed only if you’re comfortable consuming content with intense themes and violent imagery. The canon is essentially flipped upside down (no pun intended) with Eddie and Steve behaving as villains in this story.

Eddie and Steve are the villains this story. They are depicted as the kind of devil-worshiping deviants the people of Hawkins accuse Eddie of being. In this story, ‘Hellfire,’ lives up to its name, with Eddie and Steve as a pair of friends who use their ‘devotion,’ to Satan as an excuse to carry out sinister actions.

Additional content warnings: words like bitch and cunt are used as insults against reader. Reader is touched against her will and a knife appears briefly. Reader’s virginity is mocked, as well as her desire to abstain from sex. She is threatened with assault. Misogyny, men being bastards, religious themes (Satan, a church, devil worship). And in the end, the bastards pay…

Eddie Munson’s eyes lick over you sinisterly. “She’s pretty and she’s a virgin?” he huffs, obviously pleased with your ‘credentials.’ “Looks like you hit the jackpot with this one, Steve.”

You hear Steve Harrington, your ‘boyfriend,’ chuckle softly behind you. You’re tempted to turn and face him, but you refuse. He has betrayed you, completely. After three months of dating who you thought was a normal, nice young man, Steve allowed his true personality to emerge. He and his twisted friend Eddie have brought you to a remote location against your will…an abandoned, decaying church. You can’t say for certain what their plans for you are, but it’s obvious they intend to harm you.

Eddie slides a fingertip under your chin, tilting your face upward. Dying sunlight streams through a window on the ceiling. Its rose-tinted glass casts a haunting glow over the room. “See that?” Eddie asks, pointing to the window. “Up there? That’s the only way out of this room-.” He glances mischievously at Steve. “-For her, anyway,” he laughs, then to you, “So unless you’ve got a set of wings I don’t know about...” Eddie moves behind you and abruptly tugs the collar of your shirt downward, splitting the fabric down your back. “…Nope, no wings,” he confirms. Eddie’s eyes feel like snakes slithering over your exposed skin. “…I guess that means you’re dying tonight,” he concludes.

As quickly as it appeared, Eddie’s dark expression turns crudely joyful, a maniacal laughter bursting from inside him. “M’just fucking with you, sweetheart!” he clarifies, but it does nothing to tame the tension in the room. “Something in you is going to die tonight,” Eddie adds, his voice a taunting lilt. “That much is true…”

Steve’s hands close over your shoulders, a familiar touch that had once felt protective. Now, you realize that every gesture of softness, every gentle word from him, has been a lie. Steve’s voice is chillingly calm as he explains: “Your innocence is dying, tonight.” You force yourself to willingly look at Steve. His hazel eyes are filled with a false sincerity. He never cared for you, at all.

Assuming you don’t understand what’s being implied, Eddie chimes in. “We’re taking your virginity tonight, (y/n).” You shake your head at Steve, whose flat expression betrays any sense of remorse. “Why?” you ask, your voice breaking. “Is this because I made you wait?? Because I’m saving that experience…having sex…for my wedding night??”

Eddie laughs out loud at your words; he finds your standards of morality equal parts hilarious and pathetic.

“Christ, Steve!” he chortles. “Where’d you find this one? Behind a pulpit??”

“Trust me (y/n),” Steve tells you. “Eddie and I aren’t doing this because you wouldn’t sleep with me the whole time we were dating. I could have taken what I wanted from you anytime during those three months.” Steve’s lips pout down at you; he’s mocking you now, just like Eddie. “Besides,” Steve continues. “It’s not like I wasn’t fucking around with other bitches the whole time, (y/n). Girls who didn’t have one damn problem spreading their legs for me…”

Eddie slaps Steve’s back in a toxic, macho sort of congratulation. “That’s my boy,” he sings. “Now, let’s get to the best part, Steve.”

Eddie reaches for the front of your shirt and yanks it down, revealing your breasts blooming over a push-up bra. “Well how about that??” he balks. “What kind of virgin wears sexy shit like that under her clothes?”

You glare at Eddie. “Believe it or not, women wear clothes for themselves,” you bite back. “Not everything’s for men and especially not you, asshole!”

Eddie shudders, pretending to be intimidated. “My apologies, y-your highness, your l-ladyship,” he stutters, holding his palms in front of him in surrender. “You got me. I’ll change my ways, I swear.”

Eddie’s open hands close suddenly over your breasts, clutching them firmly, pulling a shocked gasp from your lips. “…But not today,” he grins smugly, continuing to grope you. “Now tell me, did Stevie here at least make it to second base?”

Steve blows a drawn-out raspberry. “Not a chance,” he jeers. “This bitch is as uptight as they come. Barely let me put my tongue in her fuckin’ mouth.” Steve cups your cheek in his hand, making you flinch. “Isn’t that right, baby?” he murmurs, closing the space between you, the tip of his nose nuzzling yours. “You and those fucking standards of yours…But I guess in the end, all your stupid morals made you the best sacrifice of all…”

You lurch back from Steve, right into Eddie’s arms, unfortunately. He spins you around to face him, a sadistic glimmer in his eyes when he speaks. “That’s right (y/n), we’re sacrificing your purity tonight,” Eddie explains. “And the fact that you’re a goody-two shoes little cunt actually makes it all the better.”

“What are you talking about?” you snap. “Sacrificing my purity? Who the hell talks like that? Fucking weirdos-”

“DON’T-,” Eddie shouts, shoving a finger at you. “-DISRESPECT…the RITUAL.” His eyes are like fire; Eddie is seething. “DON’T-disrespect-HIM…”

The sunlight has faded completely by this point. The only illumination in the room is coming from Eddie’s lighter, a thin flame twitching in his unsteady grip.

You stare stone-faced at Steve, your Judas Iscariot, your betrayer, the man whose lies outshine even his beauty. The window blinks above you, lightning flashing nearby.

“Satan,” Steve utters in a low, reverent tone. As if on cue in a cheesy horror movie, thunder rumbles outside the church.

You roll your eyes at Steve, earning you an even harsher glare from Eddie. “Satan?” you parrot back at Steve. “As in, the Devil? Are you serious?”

“-Is this fucking serious enough for you?” Eddie shouts. He pulls a pocket knife from his pants and juts its tip against your throat. “This is how it has to happen. We prayed to Satan, and He told us.”

“Told you what?” you sneer. “That if you fucked a virgin in the sanctuary of an old church, the Devil will give you magic powers or something? You really believe in that kind of shit?”

“Yeah,” Steve says, tugging your arm towards him. “Because it’s real. And you’re about to find out how real it is.”

He yanks you by the wrist, ordering you onto the ground . A bolt of lightning crackles outside, close enough that it makes Steve and Eddie jump. The brief pulse of light illuminates the three of you, and maybe Eddie’s imagining it, but he could swear your eyes look…different. Darker, somehow.

He assumes it’s just a shadow, a trick of the light, and tries to ignore it. Steve pulls at your arm again, trying to force you onto the floor. But you won’t budge. He can’t understand how you’re fighting him; he’s clearly stronger than you are. Thunder shakes the ground beneath your feet, a low hum bellowing from below as if the earth itself is groaning.

“You hear that?” Eddie asks excitedly, his pulse racing. “It’s Him, Steve. It’s fucking Him!”

Wind whips around the old church, its wooden beams creaking like tired bones. Eddie’s lighter begins to flicker in and out; he curses and smacks it against his palm, trying again.

When the flame ignites, its amber glow illuminates only Steve and Eddie’s faces. You appear to have vanished.

“Where the fuck did she go?? She was right-”

“-Well you were the one holding her fucking arm, Steve-how should I-.”

“HEY!” you call from behind the pulpit. Both men whip their bodies to face you, another burst of lightning revealing their wide eyes gazing up at yours.

“H-how did you do that?” Steve asks, his voice wavering. Eddie shakes the bewilderment from his mind, now even more determined to see his plan through. “You little bitch,” he growls. “I don’t know how you did that, how you got up there that fast, but you’re still ours, and we’re still in control!”

Eddie starts for the podium, but finds himself frozen, unable to move an inch. His eyes go wide as saucers, fear washing over his face.

“You both look so small from up here,” you tell them, leaning over the pulpit, your breasts pressed against it. “Small and weak. Pathetic, actually.”

Eddie smacks Steve’s shoulder, telling him to grab you; but try as he might, Steve is frozen in place as well.

The glow from Eddie’s lighter flicks in and out as his hand shakes uncontrollably. “What the hell is this?” Steve asks in a small, timid voice. But Eddie has no answer to give him.

“All those hours the two of you spent praying,” you speculate, getting high on their fear. “I wonder who you were actually praying to? Because it certainly wasn’t me…”

Steve’s jaw goes slack, sweat dripping from his hairline. Eddie wants to know…has to know, if what you’re implying is true. “L…Lord,” he begins tentatively, his voice trembling. “I had no idea-we-had no idea, it was You-.”

“SILENCE,” you order, and Eddie’s lips seal shut. “Bow to your Master, if it’s Satan you praise. Or can you not bring yourself to kneel at the feet of a woman?” A dry laughter rumbles from your chest, filling the room with heat, rattling the church’s bony frame.

Steve and Eddie tremble beneath you. Lightning strikes above the church; you watch its glare in the ceiling window, how it floods the terrified faces of the men at your feet. A tall tree beside the church is struck; it catches fire immediately.

“You bastards would need a taste of Hell, to understand how sick you are,” you tell Steve and Eddie. “Therefore, it’s what I’ll give you.”

The tree collapses against the roof of the church, setting it ablaze. Eddie and Steve whirl their heads to see it, but their feet are still stuck in place.

You remain calm, as if the decrepit old building isn’t going up like a box of matchsticks around you. “Legend says,” you preach to the men. “That the Devil wears a suit and tie…” You lean forward against the pulpit, your black eyes glaring down at them. “…But sometimes, She wears a push-up bra…”

A beam of rotting wood detaches from the ceiling, falling directly in front of Steve and Eddie, blowing dust and smoke into their eyes. As they cough and sputter and try to make out the shape of you behind the pulpit, they realize you’ve vanished. Panic seizes them both as flames draw closer and closer to the place their feet are locked, immovable. Sweat pours down their faces, eyes wide with tears that evaporate as soon as they form. The heat is suffocating, clogging their throats, smoke filling their lungs to bursting…

…And just as the first touch of fire licks at their skin, it STOPS.

Eddie and Steve are laying in the field outside the church, their backs burning, bits of clothing singed off around them. They gulp the fresh air into their mouths, weeping tears that can finally fall, drinking in the rain as it begins to cascade above them.

They watch the church, as the last of its pillars and beams are consumed by fire, brought down to its foundation. Rain puts out the flames remaining, as darkness swallows the area once more. Smoke rises like a prayer to Heaven, along with the tearful utterances of two men forever changed in one night, asking God to forgive them, two sinners grateful to still be breathing…

[withlove-xixi]

— THE CHURCH ON THE EDGE OF THE BED: kabru x reader

KINKTOBER DAY THREE: BODY WORSHIP ᥫ cw: nsfw, body worship, oral sex, religious imagery (i guess) ᥫ wc: 1126 ★ erm .. i think this turned out more romantic than sexual .. my apologies i grew up in a religious community and im a lesbian now [٩(๑`ȏ´๑)۶ thank you @cavern-creature for the suggestion!] cross posted on ao3 — MINORS DNI! —

— KABRU WASN’T A RELIGIOUS MAN.

[♡]: honestly, he didn’t quite get the concept much. no greater being really interested him, no ritual brought him to his knees, no prayer left his lips. he didn’t really get religion, but he had his own god.

THIS WAS KABRU’S FAVORITE VIEW, the expanse of heaven that stretched for what seemed like infinity, the impossibly perfect stretch of soft skin as breathtaking as springtime flower fields. And he’s got the best seat in the house too; kneeling against the edge of the bed, looking up at your naked figure.

The first time you had Kabru like this, you were flustered, embarrassed even. Piercing blue eyes almost seemed to study you, learning the way the muscles on your face twitched when he pressed gentle kisses on your thighs, memorizing every curve and dip on your body when he pinned you beneath him. It was intimidating to say the least. And it felt like he was about to take down notes, keep a nice well-documented report on how you were in the bedroom.

And if he were any less sane, he might’ve.

And if we’re being honest, with the way you were looking at him right now, the back of your hand pressed against your mouth to hide your flustered expression, the squint of your eyes and the furrow of your brows from the sheer difficulty to focus, the rosy flush that kisses your cheeks and the tips of your ears like moonlight, it was driving him to the edge of insanity.

Kabru kisses your knee, hands gently coaxing them apart to reveal to him the space between your thighs. He swallows at the sight, eyes fixed on the way you look, trailing down your body with such adoration until his eyes land on the space in front of him, the deliciously divine fruit between your thighs. His tongue pokes out from between his lips, moistening them, licking them in hungry anticipation. His eyes dart back to meet yours, graced against by that beautiful expression on your face with your bottom lip tucked beneath your teeth in a harsh bite.

He’s patient, almost for the first time in his life, he’s patient. His long lashes kiss the tops of his cheeks, a silent plea for permission, for command. When you give him a slow nod, your cheeks only turning a deeper shade of red and pupils dilating in an almost-hazy way, his heart skips a beat in gratitude. If he weren’t already on his knees, he would’ve gotten down on them to mouth praise and thanks against the flesh of your thighs as he kissed towards your core.

Your hand leaves its hold on your mouth and moves to tread through the dark, curly tresses atop Kabru’s head. The touch is gentle, soothing, but Kabru would’ve called it merciful. Yeah, that’s what you were. Such a kind, loving and merciful thing, indulging Kabru in every little sinful desire that ate away at his heart. Such a softhearted god to provide him so many graces, and at the mere bat of his eyelashes at that!

Something about you lights this passion inside Kabru, one he feels for no other person. It grants him the smallest semblance of understanding for Holm and his silly little deities. He understands what it means to devote yourself to someone to such an intense degree, he understands what it was like to so readily fall on your knees in worship, he understands what it feels to have your life be changed in the most mind-shattering manner.

To show his gratitude, to you and your mercy, he kisses from your knee, slowly and gently working his way up your thigh, lips sealing seering kisses against your perfect skin like wax on a love letter, like laying his life at the altar.

As if to prove your divinity, your kindness, your compassion, your whimper, a soft sounding hymn that sings like angel song in Kabru’s ear. He feels his heart race at the sound. His hands remain on your knees, keeping you spread wide apart for him, giving him access to every inch of your heavenly body. His kisses— his show of devotion —finally reach your core, and he pauses to fully indulge himself in your presence, to fully take in your indescribable holy image. He feels you tug at his roots, just slightly to tell him to quit his antics and get to work. A smile grows on his face, his god’s request is one he can’t ever deny, not for too long at least.

His lips meet your ache, a soft, gentle kiss at first, one that elicits that sweet angelic moan from your pretty lips, the same one that replays in Kabru’s mind in an attempt to memorize the sound. Soon his tongue pokes out, licking intentionally slow stripes against you, feeling your every twitch against the muscle. You reward him by pressing your hips against his face, pulling him against you by his hair. Kabru sighs dreamily at the act, encouraged to keep lapping wherever you’re most sensitive, to keep kissing and licking and sucking until the whole room echoes with only the holy preachings of your lips, the breathy moans and shy mewls that rivaled the scripture people had tried to teach him.

This was his worship, you were his altar, his god. You were some taste of heaven, some fragment of divinity, put on this mortal plane just for him because you were kind like that, you were merciful. He’s convinced no other god can exist, no greater being lives in some outside plane beyond the world he knows because nothing could have ever conjured up something as precious as you, someone as perfect as you. Your eyes rivaled the stars in the night, your voice rivaled the sounds of spring, your beauty rivaled the treasures of this world.

He huffs against you, his grip on your knees tightening very so slightly, a feeble attempt at grounding himself back to earth when he was buried far beyond the paradise of heaven. You whine at the feeling, hips bucking towards his face, gently rolling against his face, rubbing yourself at his eager mouth and tongue.

“Cl… close…” Your whisper, voice so soft and shaky it almost sounded broken.

There’s a primal sound that erupts from Kabru’s throat and vibrates pleasantly against your flesh, some sort of animalistic growl that has you miserably whimpering, writhing under his careful touch. He kisses you with more gusto, each time his lips and tongue meet your skin was another testament to his love, his devotion, his faith.

Your grip tightens, pulling harshly now on his silken locks, your knees threaten to snap shut around his head. Kabru continues his prayer, moaning against you when he feels you tug at his hair again.

He’s rewarded with a groan, almost frustrated the way it falls off your lips in near desperation. “Kabru, more, please. Gods—”

Gods. What use were gods when he had you?

[destielaureversebb]

Coming soon for the @destielaureversebb: “Exodus 3:2” 

Author: stayawake @9x20 Artist: medicatedmaniac @medicatedmaniac

Rating: Mature Archive warnings: None Length:  40,000 words Tags:  Priest!Cas, Caretaker!Dean, Alternate Universe, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Age Difference Relationships: Dean/Castiel

Summary:  Dean’s twenty-two, but he’s already resigned himself to spending the rest of his life in Lawrence. Going to church, working at Bobby’s shop, taking care of his dad. His dad, who is convinced demons are after them all.

And then a new priest rolls into town with a broken-down pickup.

Excerpt: 

“Come on,” Jo says. “It’s Friday. Sin just a little.”

“Fries aren’t sinning,” Cas says, but he does accept. He licks the salt from his fingertips and Dean tracks the movement. “If you feel as though you’re sinning, confession takes place from one to three tomorrow afternoon.”

“Man, I haven’t been to confession in years,” Jo says. “Around the time I stopped believing in Hell.”

“Jo,” Dean wines. Leave it to her to tell a priest to his face that she doesn’t believe in Hell.

“It’s fine,” Cas says. “I appreciate the honesty. The church accepts everyone of different beliefs.”

“See?” Jo says. She looks back at Cas. “Dean is wound a little tight.”

Dean doesn’t respond, just shoves more crisis fries in his mouth.

“Since you have the afternoon off, do you want us to give you the grand tour of Lawrence?” Jo asks.

“Oh, I couldn’t-”

“Come on,” Jo says. “Let us show you around. Dean and I know the best places for secretly drinking.”

“Not sure that’s something you wanna disclose to a priest,” Dean comments.

“No need to censor yourselves,” Cas says. “Everything you tell me is confidential.”

“So it’s like we’re always in confession?” Dean asks.

“Maybe you can call it friendship instead,” Cas says. “When’s the last time you went to confession, Dean?”

“Never.”

“Really?” Cas blinks. “In your whole life?”

“Nope,” Dean says.

It’s not like he doesn’t have guilt that keeps him up at night. If he went to confession now, he’d probably be ordered to say ten thousand Hail Marys.

“But I’ll be at church on Sunday,” Dean says. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Posting date:  February 4, 2025

[the-sword-lesbian]

Hello Locked Tomb fans!!

Today we’re going to talk about the ways in which Mercymorn is a walking domestic abuse/systemic domestic abuse allegory.

For a more comprehensive breakdown of some of themes of abuse in HtN you can check out this amazing post by Sophelstien

A lot of the glimpses of Mercy’s backstory have some pretty clear indicators of her perpetual abuse by John and her behaviors, especially towards Harrow and Ianthe just perpetuate the same abuse she suffered for years as she turns a mostly blind eye to what John is doing with them.

So let’s get started with all the things straight out of the domestic abuse playbook.

1. Isolation from loved ones:

In this instance he did this to all the Lyctors, not just Mercy. The OG Lyctors were already dependent on proximity to John for their very survival. But with the deaths of their Cavaliers they’ve now experienced a horrifying trauma that cemented that bond further. Their loved ones were gone, the ones they cared for the most, who supported them above all else. They were cone and never coming back. But it’s a good thing John was there for them. Good ole John would always be there for them, right?

You can(and probably will) argue that John himself didn’t do the isolating here(except in the case of Samael whom he definitely admits to killing). Especially in the case of Cristabel and Alfred. But John set up the system. The religious, fatherly but always your pal John at the top. And what better way to serve him, to help him, to be with him. Then to annihilate your support system.

So Cristabel is dead, Mercy’s brotherly icon in the form of Augustine has now become a perpetual antagonist towards her for something she didn’t do, and the only person she can seemingly lean on for comfort and support, is John.

2: Pressure to conform to uncomfortable situations and further self-isolation

Mercy always hated the sexy parties. This one should seem pretty self explanatory but there are other ways we can look at it as well.

So Mercy, now in a perpetually grieving state and entirely reliant on John and her fellow lyctors(who are also dealing with their own grief and trauma) is being pushed to attend what seems to be implied to be quite raucous events put on by her brothers and sisters. I’m sure a great many of them are also just doing it to cope with their own problems in the form of excess. Except John, who is the instigator of most of their traumas, who’s probably having a fantastic time.

Furthermore we see how this has long term shaped Mercy’s general attitude, and personality. She’s bitter, closed off, and a pretty significant shut in. She hardly ever leaves Mithraeum these days. She goes to collect John(and her new baby sister’s/children) from the Erebus and bring them home, to Mithraeum. And that whole scene is just dripping with imagery of a desperate wife/daughter pleading to get her husband/father to come home from the bar, overlooks his probable dalliances(Sarpedon) and his obsessive attention towards a younger subject(Harrow), and just begs him to come back.

And while we’re on the subject

3: Unhealthy attachment and willingness to overlook red flags.

Mercy loves John, and yes, a lot of that can be chalked up to soul permeability and Cristabel. But Mercy loves for him and cares about him as deeply as she can. We can see this in the resurrection beast meeting. Everyone deserves to die for mocking her. But John? John just needs to be locked up for a bit. It will do him some good. He is good, he just needs to learn. Surely there’s goodness inside of him. Surely she hasn’t just spent ten thousand years in service to a man who’s done nothing but torment her with a smile and a false family dynamic. She thinks about this often.

And speaking of overlooking red flags, Mercy’s barest protection of Harrow, only enough to survive. Because that’s what you do in this family. You survive. She doesn’t stop John from what he’s doing to Harrow, she knows what he’s doing surely. But she leaves Harrow to largely fend for herself. Because John isn’t bad, surely. She just needs to learn. Like Mercy did.

4: Plotting escape and the relief when it’s achieved

Mercy, with the help of others, has spent centuries planning John’s downfall. She and Augustine have tailored an incredibly long game plan to open the tomb and bring about John’s end. They got outside help to do it. They didn’t want it to come back at them. They didn’t want to face John’s consequences themselves. And really this couldn’t more obviously be an example of hiring someone to kill your abuser for you.

But the plan falls through, and that’s okay because Mercymorn, has a backup. She devoted thousands of years to a skill that Augustine flat out says would only be good for killing those like themselves. Those with power, and invisibility.

And the relief when it happens. The sheer joy and sadness and desperate exhaustion when she’s done it, and they’re finally free.

5: Retaliation

Mercy and Augustine were right to try and do it all as secretly as they could. They were right to fear a reprisal. Because the very second John comes back, he kills Mercymorn the first. He then attempts to use this display of violence as an intimidation tactic to try and sway the others.

“She made me do it, I had no choice. surely you all believe me? Surely you wouldn’t betray me all the same?”

How many thousands upon thousands of stories have there been throughout history, of abuse victims escaping, or attempting escape, only to be killed or maimed for their efforts.

She was free. They were all free. She’d saved everyone from him. They were safe. She was safe.

And then she wasn’t.

[seren1tyhaze]

pls post dive part 2 😓😓 dying over here

Dive Part Two Teaser: Strawberry Sunday

Hi :) I know, I know. It's been so long.

I want to say firstly, your love and support of my Dive fic has been more than I could have ever imagined. When I first published it last May in a fever dream after Doyoung's D&G photoshoot, I never imagined it would be this well received. We are quickly approaching 1.5K notes on the original post and every new comment really makes me smile.

I really am actively working on part two, which is lovingly titled Strawberry Sunday and a continuation of Jungwoo's cheeky idea from part one. For now, I offer a small teaser which of course involves that same religious imagery that everyone fell in love with in Dive. It's also nsfw.

Please comment on this post to be included in the official tag list when Strawberry Sunday is released in full.

Until then, check out my other works and stay well :)

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Doyoung gasps for air and slams the palm of his hand down on the wooden surface of the desk hard, digging his fingernails into the varnished surface. His other hand runs through his hair for the hundredth time, grateful he doesn’t have a mirror hanging in his home office, knowing he looks a mess. A groan rips from his lips and it rings out loud, filthy, and filled with pleasure.

He drops his hands and gaze at the same time, reaching down to pull cheeks covered in arousal and spit up to face him, sliding his cock out from surprised lips. He takes a moment to examine the beautiful face looking up at him from the floor, eyes twinkling with mischief and skin flushed a beautiful shade of red.

He takes a moment to breathe, dragging his thumb across a wet lower lip before bringing his thumb to his lips and practically moaning around the digit, tasting himself. His cock twitches and before he can say anything he feels teeth grazing heavily across his length-

“Earth to Doyoung-ie?” comes a sing-song chant through his headset, snapping him back to reality.

Doyoung looks up embarrassed and into the webcam on his computer, clearing his throat quickly. Haechan has a knowing look in his eye and his head is cocked slightly, staring him down through the screen.

“Yeah, yeah sorry, I got distracted by um…an email,” he stammers out, flipping quickly in his open Bible on the top of his desk.

Had he just been standing at his desk, imagining you were underneath it giving him head during his weekly virtual Bible study session? Yes, yes he had been. Was he now having to face the very curious eyes of three of his best friends, the “Lee Three” as they liked to call themselves, and try to lie? Yes, absolutely.

“Must have been some email…” Jeno mutters, taking a long swig from his water bottle. His hair is damp and by the look of his background, it seems like he's dialed in from his phone in the lounge at his gym.

“It’s okay, I think we’re almost done for the day anyways,” Mark offers, closing his own Bible and adjusting the collar at his neck. He didn’t normally wear his costume (as Haechan called it) for their sessions but he was away at a conference and in between presentations.

“Can I ask for some advice before we close?” Doyoung pipes up, closing his own book softly and flipping it over, as if that would help him be less ashamed for what he was about to ask.

“Of course, we are always here to listen, Doie,” Mark replies softly, pushing his glasses up his nose and leaning back in the uncomfortable chair he had been sitting in for the past hour.

“Let’s just say, there’s something that you know someone you care for very much would enjoy. And maybe this thing is something you’re unsure of. And this thing you’re unsure of is something that two other people you care for very deeply suggested but you really aren’t sure if it’s the right thing for you and the other person to explore right now…” Doyoung rambles on, seeming to get lost in the vague grammar of the narrative he was building.

Haechan cuts him off with an exasperated sigh which almost transforms into a whine as he speaks.

“Jungwoo and Jaehyun want to fuck this girl you won’t shut up about and you don’t know if group sex is really the right thing for you do this early in your situationship,” he states bluntly, looking up from picking at the corner of his fingernails.

“HAECHAN!” Mark and Jeno yell into their headphones in unison, Doyoung flushing a deep shade of red and reaching up to clutch at the cross around his neck.

“What?” Hyuck asks, still holding a deadpan look in his face, “I’m right, aren’t I?”

Doyoung sighs but nods slowly, looking up to meet an awkward Jeno, who is scratching the back of his neck. He flicks his gaze to Mark who is merely laughing, leaning back in his chair and clutching his stomach.

“Why are you laughing, Father,” Doyoung retorts, feeling the heat of embarrassment rise in his chest as he chastises one of his oldest friends.

“Doyoung, please. The three of you have been doing this for years and I don’t know why you get so worked up about it each time. If she wants to do it and you are comfortable with it, just make sure you have open lines of communication with those two devils. You know how carried away they can get,” Mark replies with a signature roll of his eyes.

“Yeah, I’m still scarred from my night with them,” Jeno murmurs quietly, thinking no one heard him.

“Oh shut up, you know you loved that shit,” Haechan quips quickly, leaning close to his webcam as if it would bring him physically closer to him.

“Honestly, go for it, dude. It’s like the least risky situation out there and from the sounds of it, I think she is probably into it,” Hyuck adds, voice becoming almost soft as he finishes his sentence.

“Just don’t do it on a Sunday, okay? That’s all I ask,” Mark chuckles again, waving goodbye to the group before disconnecting from the call.

Doyoung rolls his eyes, nodding to the other two before disconnecting and pulling out his phone to finally return Jungwoo’s text that he had been staring at for weeks.

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[rookieleonskennedy]

unholy communion

Just posting one of my fics from ao3 onto here (:

Rookie!Leon x fem!reader

Description: “What a pretty angel, letting a devil split her open on his cock.”

WARNINGS/tags: MDNI, dominant Leon, spit kink, religion kink, religious imagery, praise kink, size kink, breeding kink, choking, unsafe sex, PWP, no y/n

Enjoy!

The motel room Leon found for you two after the events of Racoon City was modest at best, but to your weary and sore bodies it might as well have been a five-star resort. Leon had taken the initiative to check you two in, as you trailed behind him blindly, exhausted from the day’s events.

“I hope you don’t mind…” Leon began, giving you a shy look over his shoulder as he began to lead the way to where you would be sleeping for the night. “I only got us one room. It’s just…after the events of today I didn’t want to be alone.” He cleared his throat hastily, “Didn’t want you to be alone, I mean.” His voice trailed off at that, cheeks flushing red.

You smiled at his bashfulness, “I don’t mind that at all Lee,” you said honestly, as you felt the same as he did. Knowing that he would be close by throughout the night relaxed you, and you felt an invisible weight lift off your shoulders. You knew that if he had gotten you two separate rooms it was unlikely you would have slept at all.

“I can’t wait to wash all this fucking grime off of me!” You groan, looking down at your hands in disgust. They were practically grey, covered in God knows what. Leon chuckled heartily at your exclamation, looking down at his own hands in agreement, “You’re telling me.” He mumbled, finally stopping at one of the motel room doors.

“This is us,” Leon muttered, fumbling with the room key as he worked to unlock the door. You almost collapsed in relief at his statement, your body yearning for the warmth of a shower and the comfort of a bed. He finally opened the door, and you could have sobbed in relief at the sight before you. A beautiful king-sized bed lay in the middle of the room, looking like it could swallow you whole in its comforting down.

“You take a shower first,” Leon stated, nodding toward the bathroom at the back of the room. “I’ll check out the surrounding area to make sure we’re safe while you’re in there.” You hum in grateful acknowledgment, already headed in the direction he motioned to.

You set the water just shy of scalding, shedding your dirtied and destroyed clothes before stepping into the hot spray. You moan at the feeling of the hot water running in rivulets down your skin, taking the dirt and grime from your earlier adventures down the drain with it. Thankfully, the motel provided bath products for you to use, and the calming scent of lavender overtook your senses as you freed your skin from the blanket of grime encapsulating it.

When you were done, your skin was raw from all the scrubbing required to cleanse yourself, but you didn’t care. You were just glad to finally be clean. Toweling off the excess water that still clung to your skin, you found a plush cotton robe to pull on hung in the bathroom and then wrung your hair mostly dry with a towel. You headed out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom, finding Leon sitting in one of the chairs by the bed.

He smiled at you as you exited the bathroom, “Well, well, look at you!” He exclaimed, flashing you a playful wink. “All cleaned up and feeling better, huh?” He asked, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees as he looked at you, and a blush rushed to your cheeks.

“Mhm,” you hummed. “I feel so much better now.” You flashed a smile at him. “Your turn to clean up, you stink!” You tease him as you sat on the bed. “I’ll order us food while you’re in there.”

Leon laughed at your teasing with a shake of his head, “Okay, okay. I guess that’s only fair. Make yourself comfortable on the bed, I can stay in the chair next to it tonight.” He headed towards the bathroom to clean himself up, and you ordered the food to be delivered to the room.

A little while later Leon walked out of the bathroom wearing a cotton robe just like yours, his wet hair pushed back off his head to reveal his whole face to you. Your face heated once more. While his bottom half was completely covered by the tied robe, the top part was slightly loosened, revealing his bare, toned chest to your gaze.

“Food on the way?” He asked with a grin in your direction, catching you staring at his chest. “U-uh, yeah. It’s coming.” You stuttered, flustered at the sight before you. Leon chuckled at your reaction. “You okay?’ he asked, seeming genuinely concerned for a moment before he winked at you playfully once again. “Your face is pretty red,” he added with a kind smile. “I’m not that pretty to look at am I?”

Your face reddened even further at being caught ogling him before you looked down at your fidgeting hands and whispered “You have no idea how good you look, Lee.” You hoped that he didn’t hear your quiet declaration.

If you had been looking up at him instead of your hands, you would have noticed the slight pink blush that had risen to his cheeks, as he heard you, but decided not to comment. He distracted himself from responding by looking for the remote, which he produced with a triumphant little “Aha!” aimed in your direction. You raised your eyebrows at him, mirth written in your eyes.

He waggled the remote at you, “Anything, in particular, that you feel like watching?” He asked with a small smile. You settled back into the bed with a hum, shaking your head slightly. “Whatever you want is fine, Lee.” He nodded, once again sitting in the chair next to the bed while scanning through the channels for something suitable.

Soon he found some silly reality show on the television, and it had both of you giggling like crazy at the shenanigans happening on screen. The food had arrived shortly after he put the show on, and both of you ate ravenously, bodies craving nourishment after the strenuous events of the day.

Both of you had finished your meals, and Leon had graciously cleaned up the trash before resuming his spot in the chair next to you in the bed. His eyes were glued to the TV screen, while yours were glued to the shape of his jaw, outlined in the soft glow of the show flashing in the corner of your periphery. Your chest felt warm with affection and anxiety, as you worked up the courage to ask him a question.

“Lee?” You spoke softly, trying to grab his attention. He looked over at you with a soft smile, blue eyes searching for yours. “Yeah?” He replied, just as soft as you. “What’s up? Do you need something? I can get it for you.” He could tell by the look on your face that you were nervous, but for what he didn’t know. His own chest fluttered in anticipation.

“Earlier you said that you were going to sleep in that chair…” You fidgeted with your hands, pulling at your fingers in nervousness. “But, can you come and stay in the bed with me, please? I like having you close after…everything.” Your face burned from embarrassment, ready for him to reject you for such a childish request.

However, his face lit up at your words, as he had secretly been craving the closeness you desired but was too timid himself to say anything. He smiled warmly at you, his heart picking up pace inside his chest. “Oh, of course,” He replied immediately. “I would never say no to that.” He was actually quite giddy that you had asked him to share the bed and had no qualms about it. “It’d make me feel better too.” He added, coming to rest next to you under the soft covers of the bed.

You scooted closer to him, the warmth of his body pressing into yours was a soothing balm on your frayed nerves. Tentatively, you rested your head on his chest. “Thanks, Lee,” you whispered against his skin delicately.

His shoulders relaxed upon the contact of your head on his chest, for having you close was as much a balm to him as it was to you. His arms encircled you, pulling you ever so slightly closer, and squeezed you gently. “You comfy?” He asked, genuinely curious, as he brushed your hair back from your face and behind your ear. “I can readjust if you’re not.”

You hummed in the affirmative as his hand stroked your hair affectionately, nuzzling into his firm chest and relaxing at the safe feeling his arms around you brought. His gaze on you was tender, and he smiled down at your figure resting on his chest. He gave your body another squeeze before a hand trailed down to your back and began tracing your spine through the robe in feather-light strokes.

“You’re safe now,” He murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of your head in promise. You kissed his chest in response, your hand coming up to stroke his midriff gently. You felt him shiver under your fingers at the touch.

“Lee?” You whispered, looking up at him through your lashes from your position on his chest. “Yes, dear?” He responded softly, raising his eyebrows slightly as he looked down at you. He gave you another comforting squeeze, letting you know that he was listening to whatever you wanted to say to him.

You took a deep breath, eyelashes fluttering. Your gaze flickered between his eyes and his lips quickly before you spoke, “Kiss me?” you whispered, as butterflies took flight in your abdomen.

Leon’s own breathing had hitched beneath the ear you rested on his chest, his eyes immediately flitting to your lips. He swallowed nervously, heart pounding in his chest. His face had a beautiful pink blush as he responded, “U-uh, yeah. Y-yeah I can do that.” He answered in a hushed tone, as if speaking too loudly would make you change your mind.

You smiled up at him in relief, but made no move yet, wanting him to initiate the contact. Leon took a moment to steady himself before placing his hand beneath your chin and guiding your face up to his ever so slowly. You both closed your eyes, noses brushing together tenderly. Leon gently placed his lips upon yours, in a soft, sweet peck before moving back in a bit more insistently. His arms then wrapped around you tightly, his hands desperately winding themselves in your hair. The kisses he gave you were filled with nervousness, but also excitement, hope, and adoration.

You sighed happily into the kisses, your own hands resting on each side of Leon’s neck. His pulse fluttered like a bird’s wings beneath your touch. His lips were unbelievably soft against yours, plush like fine velvet. You shuddered at the feeling of his hands in your hair, your skin flushing red at the intimate touch.

Wanting to be closer to him, you threw a leg over his hips, allowing you to straddle him. The new angle allowed the two of you to kiss deeper, more passionately, and you felt Leon groan heartily into your mouth at the heightened sensations.

His hands traveled from your hair and down the robe covering your sides, coming to rest on the swell of your hips. He was lost in you, his whole being now simmered down to the connection of your lips on his. You felt the same, your world had condensed until all that existed was the man beneath you. His body was the only galaxy in which you existed, and the constellations covering his skin were now yours to chart.

Your hands roamed across Leon’s chiseled chest, thumbs reverently caressing each side of his neck before your hands found themselves tangled into his damp blond hair. Your chests pressed firmly together, and you could feel Leon’s pulse hammering alongside your own.

The revelation that he was just as affected by you as you were by him sent a beam of heat straight to your core, and your thighs tightened briefly. You swallowed the soft moans emanating from Leon’s mouth at this motion eagerly, offering a few lewd noises of your own in return.

The feeling of your hands in his hair had Leon leaning into the touch, a groan rumbling in his throat. Hearing your moans mingling with his own sent him into a frenzy of passion, and he began to kiss you more intensely, your bottom lip becoming entrapped between his teeth. You gasped at the pain as it melted into pleasure, tugging sharply on Leon’s hair in response.

His breathing became ragged at this, a loud whine escaping his throat. The grip he had on your hips tightened, before his hands began to travel back up your sides and then threaded themselves in the hair at the nape of your neck. With a sharp tug, Leon pulled your head back, tearing your lip from the hold of his teeth and angling your neck to the side for easier access.

He began to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down the soft expanse of your throat, his teeth grazing your pulse point hesitantly before he finally gained resolve and sank them gently into your skin with a possessive groan. His body trembled like a leaf beneath yours as the sensation of his teeth marking your neck caused you to keen, high and reedy, in the back of your throat.

You were panting in desire at this point, the arousal coursing through your veins felt like shooting stars beneath your skin, a sensation like no other. “Lee,” you whined. “Feels good.” He huffed against your neck, continuing to softly pepper the skin of your neck with mottled bruises.

A fire was kindling low in your stomach, but you wanted more. You tugged his hair, removing his mouth from your neck, his gaze meeting yours inquisitively. “You don’t have to be gentle with me, Lee. I won't break.” Something ignited within his baby blues at this revelation, his pupils overtaking the soft hue of his iris.

With a desperate moan, he began to handle you more roughly. His teeth sunk into your skin harder than before, and his hands moved beneath the cotton of your robe to squeeze the globes of your ass tightly.

“Oh God,” you keened, your head thrown back in otherworldly bliss. The sting of his teeth on your neck and the brush of his hands on your skin felt like rapture, an exaltation of pleasure you would continue basking in for as long as he would let you.

Looking down at him, and seeing the way he had lost himself in the touch of your skin sent sparks dancing across your nerves. “I’m yours Lee,” you gasp, the words falling from your lips like a lost sinner’s confession. “Do whatever you want with me.”

Leon’s hands shook against your skin as he took in your words, his forehead coming to rest upon the small patch of your chest that had become uncovered in the midst of your kissing. Your words were a hymn that he had once thought to be long lost, a hymn that he thought would never bless the ears of a reprobate such as he. This was a gift he would not squander and a song that he craved to hear forevermore.

He planted a swift kiss on your chest before speaking, “I’m going to take my time with you.” His tone was low and husky, and he flashed you a devilish grin before placing more kisses across the swells of your chest.

A shiver wracked through your body at his darkened tone, your hips undulating down upon his lap beneath you, searching for sinful friction. Having nothing on beneath your robe, you could feel, very well, the bulge that resided beneath Leon’s own covering against your dripping core.

He groaned softly at your movements against him, his face flushed a dark red. His breath was hitching in his throat, and you knew that your hip’s rotation against his was riling him up. His hands fluttered from your rear to the tie of the robe at your waist, fingers slowly but nimbly undoing the knot he found there.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me, sweet thing.” He chuckled. You pulled his head back sharply by his hair in response, making him look you in the eye as you ground your hips downward forcefully, gasping as his bulge grew under your gyrations. “I think I have an idea,” you managed to whimper out, eyes fluttering at the sensation beneath you.

Leon let out a whimper of his own, his eyes widening when you grind down on him. “Fuck,” he whispered, looking into your eyes with desperation. You were a new messiah above him, an idol he could gladly worship for the rest of his days. “You like what you feel? What you see?” He continued hoarsely, arousal clear in his voice.

You moaned loudly, dragging his spit-slick lips up to meet yours in a bruising kiss with a rough pull of his hair. He could have sworn he felt God at that moment. “Yes,” you breathed into his open and panting mouth, “I like it so much, Lee.” His eyes fluttered closed as his lips locked with yours and he groaned into your mouth. His teeth nibbled on your bottom lip, another moan escaping from your throat as he did so. His face was dusted red with lust, his hands fervently trailing across your skin under your now untied robe.

He broke the kiss to take a deep breath, his head thrown back against the headboard as he helped you slide the cotton material off your body. “God, fuck.” He panted, eyeing your now naked form, before reconnecting his mouth with yours forcefully. You continued to grind down on his lap, the friction feeling like heaven on your needy and swollen clit.

“Lee,” you whimpered needily. “Touch me, please.” You were practically begging, needing more of Leon. Needing him closer, needing him deeper than sitting astride his lap would allow.

You were an angelic vision in Leon’s eyes, a holy temptation sent from some higher power to break him down until he was nothing but an obedient servant to you. He would readily tear himself apart for this, would gladly bare himself as a sacrifice at the altar of your body day after day if it meant that he could hear the saccharine words of sin spilling from your lips above him again and again until the day he died.

He let out a soft, needy, whimper. “My God…I will.” His hands caressed your sides before resting on your inner thighs with a rough squeeze. He could see the wetness pooling between them, the manna he craved to devour so close, but he could not give in to his temptation to eat just yet.

“I’ve gotta go slow, make it worth the wait for you.” He panted, fingertips moving ever so closer to the wet apex of your thighs. You keened as his fingertips got closer, but not nearly close enough, to where you wanted them.

“Need you so bad, Lee,” You pulled at his hair in sexual frustration, “Wanna make you feel good.” He gasped at your admission, a flustered moan leaving his lips. Your words made him feel weak, like an ancient temple crumbling into ruin.

“I know, Angel. And you are making me feel so good, I just wanna make sure you feel the same way.” His hands cupped your face, “Patience is a virtue, remember?” He smirked at you teasingly.

You leaned into his touch on your face with a small groan, “Damn my virtue, Leon. I want you more than I want it.” As soon as the words had left your mouth, Leon knew that a new Psalm had been written. One that he knew he had to get you to sing, one that he knew he had to sing with you.

With an animalistic groan, Leon flipped you onto your back, shedding himself of his robe while he did so. His cock was hard and proud against his abdomen, and you moaned at the sight of it hovering above you. Swollen and red, the tip leaked a steady stream of precum onto your stomach while Leon’s arms bracketed your head, and his lips swallowed yours in another heavenly kiss.

Your hands found themselves tangling in Leon’s hair yet again, using the leverage gained from their grip to hitch your hips up slightly and run your wet folds across his throbbing cock with a gasp. His answering noise was absolutely sinful , and one of his hands came to wrap around your throat. “Please,” he whimpered, squeezing his hand around your throat. The pressure he applied on your neck was just enough to have you seeing stars, your eyes rolling back into your head from the sensation.

“Not yet,” he ground out, hand releasing your throat. “Be a good girl and let me have my fill, and then you’ll get stuffed full of my fat cock. That okay?” He tapped the side of your face twice as he said this, waiting for your response. “Yes sir!” You whimpered.

This new, dominant side of Leon sent your head spinning. He looked at you reverently, like an apostle looking at their messiah for approval. Having given him yours, Leon moved down your body, whispering praises against your skin as he made his way down to your throbbing heat.

Settling himself between your shaking thighs, Leon looked up at you from his position and groaned in pleasure.

You were the Ark of the Covenant, a beautiful and sacred relic seated before him, forbidden to be touched and sullied by the likes of him. But he had fought his temptation for you for so long, and he was nothing but a dirty sinner, after all. Finally giving in to the carnal desires of his flesh, Leon’s mouth found its way onto your dripping cunt with a hum.

Your body came alight at the touch of his mouth on your core. Your back arched, your hands flew to his hair to lace themselves in it, and your heels dug into his back.

The fervent strokes of Leon’s tongue against your folds was your resurrection. Before this moment you had perished, your body slowly returning to the dust from whence you came. But with each suckle on your clit, and each lap of his tongue against your greedy hole, Leon had gifted your once withering body with the breath of life.

His mouth was insistent, never breaking from its attachment to your wet heat even despite the way your body undulated beneath his divine ministrations. His tongue lapped at your cunt like it was holy water, blessed for Leon by God himself. He would rather be damned than waste a single drop of the liquid manna that had been bestowed upon him.

You cried out in bliss as Leon worked, hands and thighs tightening around him. “M’gonna come,” you slurred, eyelids heavy from lust as you peered down at the man worshiping your cunt.

The sight before you had the fire within your stomach roaring into an inferno, an orgasm washing over you, consecrating your body into hallowed ground.

Leon’s hair fanned out between your thighs like a golden halo as his sapphire blue eyes met yours while you came undone on his face. He looked saintly , an absolute picture of sinful devotion painted between your trembling thighs. You wanted to capture this profane image of him and have it turned into a prayer card, one whose iconography you would eternally devote yourself to.

Leon moaned deeply at the feeling of you unraveling on his tongue. Committed to giving you as much pleasure as possible, he continued fucking you with his tongue until your delicate hands were no longer pulling him in, but rather pushing his head away.

He traveled up your body slowly, placing reverent kisses to your skin as he made his way up to your face. Hovering above you, he was enraptured. Your face was flushed red with arousal, eyes cloudy from the post-orgasm haze. You looked like lust personified, your body the picture of cardinal sin.

“Please, let me fuck you.” His words fell upon your ears not as a mere plea for the secular comfort of your flesh, but as a devout prayer. Here he knelt before you, begging for your intercession on behalf of his engorged cock.

Who were you to deny such a pretty prayer? He had been most devoted to your pleasure, therefore it was only right to answer his request in the affirmative.

“Fuck me.” You said as you nodded, spreading your legs, revealing the altar of your body to him once more. Ever the acolyte to your demands, Leon wasted no time situating himself between your spread thighs.

You helped him guide his aching dick to your entrance as his forearms came to rest on either side of your head. Your noses brushed gently, a gasp being passed between the two of you as his tip slipped past the first ring of muscle separating your sex from his.

He kept pushing forward, and one of his hands moved to cup your jaw as his own went slack at the feeling of you enveloping him. Your pulse danced beneath his hand, and your eyes rolled back into your head as the sweet pressure of him filling you overwhelmed your senses. He was so big, and so thick. You were uncertain if your body could make a home for him inside itself.

That thought quickly banished itself, however, when his dick finally made its final push to seat itself inside you. With a breathy moan, you relished in the feeling of having Leon seated snugly inside you.

He had you crucified on his cock, and yet your body still craved more. Your hands scrambled to find purchase on his shoulders as you mewled at the euphoric sensation of his member stretching you out.

“Oh, My God.” Leon groaned against your mouth, your fluttering walls squeezing him so tightly that he was unsure he could move within you.

“Please move, Lee.” You whined, and ground yourself down onto his cock. His hand on your jaw spasmed, squeezing your face briefly in surprise at your movements.

He gasped, and pressed his lips to yours in a heated and sloppy kiss. The hand on your jaw shifted to your neck, and with a gentle squeeze in warning, Leon began pistoning his hips into yours.

Your nails dug into his shoulders, leaving marks in their wake, and your legs wrapped themselves around his hips for stability. The drag of his swollen cock against your walls sent your mind reeling, and you swore to yourself. “Fuck!”

This was an ascension. Leon’s hand squeezing with the perfect pressure against your neck, his lips continuously meeting yours in brutal kisses, a litany of filthy and vile invocations leaving his lips between each one, his dick being angled at just the right spot to make you see stars, and each slide in and out of your squelching wetness had you swearing that he was bringing you closer to heaven’s gates.

Leon growled, his voice demanding and wild. “Are you gonna let me come in you, my angel? Gonna let me stuff your pussy full of me?” You keened at his words, the fire in your stomach heating to an inferno once more.

“Yes,” you panted. “Give it to me, Lee.”

With a moan, Leon released your throat, only to use his now free thumb to force your mouth apart. “Open up.” He demanded, and when you willingly complied, his thumb brushed past teeth to rest on your tongue, and he spat into your mouth with a dark laugh. “What a pretty angel, letting a devil split her open on his cock.”

Swallowing his spit around his thumb greedily, you moaned, clenching even tighter around his cock as it continued to forcefully fuck in and out of you.

The feeling of your walls clamping down on his dick, and the visual of you eagerly swallowing his spit, sent Leon flying over the edge of pleasure. His hips stuttered, burying him as deep in you as he possibly could as his cum painted your insides white.

Seeing Leon come undone above you, and feeling his warm release spill inside you, you were sent careening into ecstasy alongside him. Your cunt clamped down on him hungrily as you came with a small yell, your muscles working to keep his seed inside you, a communion offering you were determined to savor.

After a few moments spent catching his breath, Leon pulled out of you with a soft whine, collapsing next to you on the bed. He shuffled a bit before pulling you into his chest and under the covers with a soft, “C’mere.”

You nuzzled into his sternum when he prompted you closer, and you felt him press soft, sweet kisses to the crown of your head as you pressed one to his chest. You two stayed that way throughout the night, sleeping soundly in the arms of one another.

[destieltropecollection]

DESTIEL TROPE COLLECTION 2023 | DAY 28 | Canon Compliant

from the ashes | @demonmary

Rating: General Word Count: 1,095 Main Tags/Warnings: Hell Rescue , Grace-Soul Bonding , Pre-Episode: s04e01 Lazarus Rising , POV Castiel, Religious Imagery & Symbolism Summary: It was his belief prior to that moment that Creation was an act of God, His and His alone; yet here Castiel was. Not God - but one of his angels - breathing careful life into the lungs of a man.

Love Me As An Inanimate Object | @aaronthe8thdemon

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1,195 Main Tags/Warnings: Episode: s07e01 Meet the New Boss, Missing Scene, Canon Compliant, Castiel as God (Supernatural), Angst Summary: Dean attempts to summon Cas in order to nicely ask if he'll please stop killing people. It... could've gone worse than it does.

Hydrogen Stars And The Design Of The Universe | @aaronthe8thdemon

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1,788 Main Tags/Warnings: Post-Episode: s04e16 On the Head of a Pin (Supernatural), Pre-Slash, Accidental Bonding, Hurt Dean Winchester, Hurt/Comfort, Castiel Watches Over Dean Winchester, Canon Compliant, Missing Scene Summary: “So what’s. Uh. The design of the universe or whatever?” is what Dean comes up with as he’s rubbing his face dry on the pillowcase. It seems like something an angel would know a lot about. “Incomprehensible to humans as a whole.” Fuck’s sake.

Coming Down | @notastupidbird

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1,977 Main Tags/Warnings: Canon Universe, Season/Series 05, Angel Castiel (Supernatural), Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Power Bottom Dean Winchester, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Porn with Feelings, Established Relationship, Secret Relationship, Light Angst, Sex in/on the Impala (Supernatural), Rain Sex, Anal Sex, Riding, POV Dean Winchester Summary: It’s only the second time they’ve done this and the first without the threat of “last night on Earth” hanging over them, so Dean still concentrates on studying Cas’ face for those sweet little micro-expressions that Dean’s hips are working out of him. He goes slow, grinding back and forth in a slick, rolling motion like they have all the time in the world. They don’t. - + - While Sam sleeps, Dean and Cas sneak off to the backseat of the Impala.

Yes, Dean | @whichstiel

Rating: Mature Word Count: 2,788 Main Tags/Warnings: Stuck in the Middle (With You) Episode Coda, Tattoo kink Summary: Dean stares over at Cas. The angel is perched on one of the double beds examining his blood and black-goo stained clothes. As he watches, Cas presses a careful hand against his side over the healed spear wound. He looks like he's trying to read the dictionary upside down and in the mirror. Dean clears his throat and leans back from where he's standing over Sam's research. “You okay there, man?” he asks. “Yes, Dean.” Cas's reply is terse.

Wait For Me... | @deanabean

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 3,389 Main Tags/Warnings: Canon Compliant, Post-Episode AU: s15e19 Inherit the Earth, in this house we don't believe in s15ep20, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Episode Fix-It: s15e19 Inherit the Earth, Fix-It sorta - Freeform, Inspired by Orpheus and Eurydice (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore), Inspired by Hadestown, Dean Winchester Loves Castiel, Hopeful Ending Summary: "It's an old song! It's an old tale from way back when And we're gonna sing We're gonna sing We're gonna sing it again!" _____ They were here before, he felt it , lived it, had to come form the other side of it... and he's gonna do it again and again and again... This time, they gonna make it through. because this time, they're truly free. this time, he's gonna get Cas back... He heard that melody before, what follows it though this time around?!

que sera sera | @hauntedpearl

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 3,855 Main Tags/Warnings: Canonverse, Mutual Pining, Angst, Hopeful ending, Cuddling/Snuggling, Season 13/14, Cas POV Summary: Castiel and Dean steal away to snuggle every once in a while and talk about things. Set somewhere after Tombstone and before Byzantium.

no proof, one touch | @watchinghimrakeleaves

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 5,389 Main Tags/Warnings: canon compliant, dean winchester in heaven, castiel in heaven, love confessions Summary: When Castiel learns that Dean has entered heaven, he's determined to avoid him to save them both the pain of dealing with his confession. Dean is equally as determined to find him, leading him to put up signs for Cas anywhere he thinks the angel might be.

so much smoke in a hall of mirrors | @autisticandroids

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 6,235 Main Tags/Warnings: non-consensual voyeurism, top!cas, some general ickiness re: consent even though no one's consent is actually violated, season six, angel civil war, lonely cas, dean/lisa Summary: Humans kiss each other. Angels kill each other. Castiel distracts himself from the war he's losing.

Idiots in love | @castielific

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 6,622 Main Tags/Warnings: Human!cas, accidental love confession, dean has a sexual identity crisis, jealous!Dean, gay panic, oblivious!Dean Summary: "So, no God, no wings, no imminent apocalypse, what are your plans now?" Dean tries to make the question sound casual by taking a sip of his beer. "I want to have sex with a man," Cas declares, nibbling at a red vine cherry twist. He barely reacts to Dean spitting his beer all over the table and choking on his sip. (...) Cas tilts his head and adds, "I may need your help with that."

Dean's Top 13 Zepp Traxx | @readingprofoundbonds

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 9,729 Main Tags/Warnings: John Winchester's Parenting, Spans years Summary: Dean's love language is told not in words, but in songs. In the notes of his favorite rock band and the rhythm of their melodies. His longest unfinished work is composed of Led Zeppelin songs, chosen for the feelings they evoke. It's Dean's life, reflected into one mix and shared carefully in hopes that he would be heard and understood.

Contrition | @norahastuff

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 10,590 Main Tags/Warnings: Mark of Cain, references to s6 and Godstiel, Castiel and Dean Winchester Use Their Words, Takes place midway through s10, Castiel's Angelic Grace Summary: "The room seemed to fade around him, his gaze fixed on the window as he negotiated the church’s inconveniently arranged furnishings to approach it. Dean was vaguely aware of the sting of a pew as it knocked off his hip, but he ignored it, attention singularly focused on the familiar image printed on the glass." Dean stumbles upon a church bearing an image of Castiel, and both Dean and Cas are forced to reflect on a particularly tumultuous period in their relationship. Dean finds that a lot has changed in the intervening years, and maybe it’s finally time to address the things they’ve kept buried for far too long. Though Dean is still struggling with the Mark of Cain, and Cas with his rapidly deteriorating grace, they allow themselves to have this much-needed moment of respite.

Cleanse the Waters | @li-izumi

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 16,416 Main Tags/Warnings: Coda, Hurt/Comfort, POV Outsider, Castiel-centric (Supernatural), Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Panic Attacks, Aquaphobia, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Unresolved Sexual Tension, (because canon), Canon Temporary Character Death, Dean's man pain, Dramatic use of dramatic irony, Angst with a Hopeful Ending, Episode: s07e02 Hello Cruel World, Episode: s07e17 The Born-Again Identity, Episode: s09e03 I'm No Angel, Episode: s09e06 Heaven Can't Wait, Episode: s09e10 Road Trip, Episode: s10e21 Dark Dynasty, Episode: s11e18 Hell's Angel, Episode: s13e04 The Big Empty Summary: Castiel’s multitude of sins haunt him in ways all too human, but water cannot cleanse him when he is drowning in his own guilt. Over the years, he’s tried to ignore his fear--after all, no one needs a broken angel--but he keeps failing and needing to be saved by those he should be saving. If Castiel is ever to be absolved, he must overcome his fear and walk into the water alone.

[laughroditee]

Okay, so this is a screenshot of Barry Sloane’s Spotify playlist that he made for Captain Price. He included “Closer” by Nine Inch Nails, which I thought was very interesting. I’d given some thoughts on a previous post reblogged from @staytrueblue about what I thought concerning the implications of its inclusion, but I thought it would be fun to make a headcanon of just how closer!price would show up in bed in fics. I wrote a lot of this at 3 AM when I was plagued with sudden insomnia, so I apologize if anything is hard to follow or, conversely, over-explanative. My brain juices are very bad. I hope I’m doing this right.

So, let’s take a look at the song lyrics in chunks and apply them to Price.

CW: we get a little religious, but it’s more like him worshipping you and not an actual religion. I just thought I’d warn you if that sort of talk bothers you. (It’s in the song lyrics, so…)

You let me violate you You let me desecrate you You let me penetrate you You let me complicate you

So we have some pretty negative, violent words here like “violate,” “penetrate” (which, we know what that means in this context obviously), and “complicate.” Still, it’s the inclusion of “desecrate” that I want to focus on here. To desecrate something is to “to treat a sacred place or thing with violent disrespect” meaning that closer!price views you as something sacred. Conversely, he’s applying all of these negative, violent words to himself, turning himself into not only an aggressor but one who acts against divine or holy things. In other words, he sees himself as a sinner or something profane. (We’re moving with the vocabulary of the song here.)

So why would closer!price think of himself in this way? Well, let’s look at one of his quotes from Modern Warfare (2019):

"We get dirty and the world stays clean. That's the mission."

John chooses to make this soul-sacrifice willingly. And he chooses this every time so that other people don't have to. This is His Duty™️. And he does it without complaint. But just because you choose something doesn't mean you like it. John is always driven to do The Right Thing™️, at least by his own moral compass, even if it means disobeying orders or shooting a US General in the face for betraying his team. (Chaotic Good king.) However, no choice is without consequence, even if it's merely subconscious. So, going by this line, closer!price views himself as dirty, and I think it's more than just blood on his hands. The atrocities he’s performed in order to protect his country and the world take their toll on the soul. But he accepts that.

At the same time, closer!price sees you as clean. He thinks you're out of his league, that he doesn't deserve you. He could be almost apologetic about wanting to be with you at first, not wanting to disrupt your nice and clean life with the darkness of war that lives within him. He might even resist you for as long as possible.

(Honestly a lot of this runs parallel to how I tend to interpret Simon, but there are a lot of differences there too. Simon, I think wears his dark underbelly very openly – just look at the guy’s design FFS, and personality. But Price’s shadow seems less obvious than Simon’s, and maybe that’s due to the latter’s additional childhood trauma on top of his military trauma.)

Getting back to the lyrics, let’s narrow in on the first parts of those lyrics: “you let me.” closer!price needs your consent, because if you let him “violate/desecrate/penetrate/complicate” you, someone so pure in his eyes, taking such a miserable sinner like him into their body, then he must have some chance at redemption. The path to his absolution lies in your acceptance of him into your body.

I broke apart my insides (Help me) I've got no soul to sell (Help me) the only thing that works for me Help me get away from myself

We get more into the broken/soulless imagery here, and his desperate desire to escape himself. Where else would he escape to but into you?

closer!price would probably want someone outside of the military, a safe haven when he's home and away from the battlefield. He wants to have a piece of that world he's keeping clean, even if he doesn't feel like he deserves it and feels separate from it. You are his link to his own humanity, which he feels is actively eroding with every mission.

closer!price would think you're cute talking about your normal civilian life, but not in a patronizing way. He takes it as evidence that his sacrifice is worth it. That, because your life is quiet and mundane, he’s doing his job right.

closer!price would also try to keep you as far away from his work life as possible, to protect you and keep you clean, not for him but for your own good.

I wanna fuck you like an animal I wanna feel you from the inside I wanna fuck you like an animal

Barry also included many songs on the playlist with “beast” in the title, which goes back to the whole “I’m not human, I’m an animal” thing, echoing that loss of humanity.

My whole existence is flawed You get me closer to God

closer!price may not be a religious man, but fucking you is transcendental for him. Every time is a blessing. Every noise you make is a benediction.

He isn't needy as much as he becomes existential, as if being inside you were a matter of his continued existence on this plane. He becomes weak in this moment because this becomes a fight for his soul. (Not that he would force anything, because that's not okay.)

He would worship your body, your temple, filling you with his cum as if this is how you draw the sins out of his body. And he is absolved. For now.

You can have my isolation You can have the hate that it brings You can have my absence of faith You can have my everything

Here, we’re seeing this idea of giving over to the divine (which is you). The stripping away of all the bullshit that’s in closer!price’s head as he’s lost in fucking you.

you tear down my reason (Help me) it's your sex I can smell (Help me) you make me perfect Help me become somebody else

Here, you can see him getting more animalistic or primal from the loss of his ability to reason (what are humans known for if not their power to reason?) to enhanced senses. You take away all of that for closer!price in an all-encompassing, deconstructive way. He sheds his identity when he’s with you, that identity of “Captain Price, soldier.” This is more of a “universal oneness” concept than a Biblical God here IMO; “help me become somebody else” is a plea for rebirth.

I wanna fuck you like an animal I wanna feel you from the inside I wanna fuck you like an animal My whole existence is flawed You get me closer to God Through every forest Above the trees Within my stomach Scraped off my knees I drink the honey Inside your hive You are the reason I stay alive

Boy’s not afraid to kneel. He will treat you like the deity you are. He basically lives for your p/bussy and is a giant fucking munch; I don’t know what else to say.

[firstprince-ao3feed]

the altar is my hips (we might get away with it)

by theprinceandagcd “We’re in a hallway in the White House,” Henry whispers fiercely, but a small whine slips past his lips as Alex starts stroking him, pure cotton material soft under Alex’s fingertips and contrasting the pronounced ridge of Henry's length underneath it. “In the residence, with us being the only ones staying on this side tonight,” Alex tells him, continuing his ministrations and grinning at the feeling of Henry hardening in his grip. “The closest secret service agents are on the other side of that door—” He jerks his head to his left. “—and around the corner at the bottom of this staircase. As long as you or I don’t sound like we’re in mortal peril, they’ll stay exactly where they are.” Henry swallows, and Alex has to bite back the temptation to follow the movement with his fucking teeth. “Right.” “So.” Alex tugs the elastic of Henry’s shorts down enough to pull his cock out. “Can you avoid sounding like you’re dying, your highness?” --- Or, what I've affectionately coined "blasphemous staircase smut" :) Words: 3699, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston, Red White & Royal Blue (2023) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Relationships: Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Post-Canon, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, there's plot if you squint, Semi-Public Sex, the white house walls have probably seen worse, Explicit Sexual Content, Blow Jobs, Fluff and Smut, Blasphemy, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, i'm going to hell if anyone wants to ride shotgun via https://ift.tt/Ea3SVNq

[thisweekingundamwing]

This Week in Gundam Wing 26 October 2023 - 13 January 2024

Here’s the roundup for October 26th, 2023 - January 13th, 2024!

Remember to give your content creators some love! Be sure to join in on the events at the bottom! And remember to send in any new works you see or make this next week!

~Mod Hel

(Look, we’re just going to ignore the fact that I keep reminding myself to do this and then forgetting about it 10 minutes later.)

Fanfiction/Ideas/Snippets:

@lifeaftermeteor

The Pageant (a LAM sidefic) https://archiveofourown.org/works/52557262

M/M, Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy

General Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Family Fluff, Kid Fic, Post-Canon, Christmas Fluff, Post-Gundam Wing: Endless Waltz, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Author Is Not Religious, Christmas, Not Beta Read

Christmas was always a big deal—even in the colonies—perhaps all the more so following the Eve Wars. This year’s holiday was especially important for their little family, however: Sousuke was going to be an angel.

@noirangetrois

A Not So Tropical Vacation https://archiveofourown.org/works/51336205

M/M, Chang Wufei/Heero Yuy

Teen And Up Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply, Alcohol, Broken Bones, Major Character Injury, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Heero being sweeter than Wufei deserves, Post-Gundam Wing: Endless Waltz

When an injury prevents Heero and Wufei from going on their long-awaited vacation, Heero tries to bring the vacation to Wufei.

@vegalume

Vendredi https://archiveofourown.org/works/51237895

Gen, Duo Maxwell & Heero Yuy

Duo Maxwell, Heero Yuy, Sally Po, Zechs Merquise, Quatre Raberba Winner, Trowa Barton

Teen And Up Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply, Supernatural Elements, Possibly Pre-Slash, Angst, no happy ending, Ambiguous/Open Ending, mentions of other characters from the series, only tagged those who appear 'on screen', little OOC-ness, Horror-ish, multiple uses of the 'F' word

Duo's friends are vanishing, and no one else notices or even remembers. Only Heero believes him and together they try to discover what is happening.

@zaganthi @tzigane

How L2 Learned to Cope with Werewolves https://archiveofourown.org/works/52676311

F/M, M/M, Multi, Chang Wufei/Treize Khushrenada, Chang Wufei/Long Meilan, Chang Wufei/Treize Khushrenada/Long Meilan

Chang Wufei, Treize Khushrenada, Long Meilan, Lady Une, Chilias Catalonia, Vingt Khushrenada

Explicit, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Failed Arranged Marriages, Biological Weapons, Psychological Warfare, Werewolves in Space, Cameos

It was remarkable how many people assumed that being from L5 made him deaf. Possibly it was the security badge that gave them that impression, or maybe they just thought that allowing Treize to nail him meant he was on their side.

Overall, it was pretty stupid. No one paid attention to him lingering with a cup of coffee, they just went about their day and spoke where they normally would. He wondered if being able to fade into the background might be some form of magical camouflage. He supposed that was a realistic option, and there was no reason for them to expect otherwise. Not really. They didn't know him. So he was free to wander and listen and just exist for a while before he went up to the secured swipe card room to try to get a little rest and personal time.

Pleased to Meet You, Hope You Guess My Name https://archiveofourown.org/works/52675717

M/M, Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy

Explicit, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Meet-Cute, Assassination Attempt(s), The combination meet-cute and assassination attempt, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

A third shot rang out, and then footsteps, and he wasn't trying to get away, no, not at all. He was coming closer.

Hell yes. It was a shame the guy was working for L1 or whoever had hired him because he would've been amazing back home. "Hey, hey! Don't fucking shoot! I wanna talk!"

That felt like a purely audible pause, followed by a nasal voice that was more a statement than a question. "About what." Like they had the time to have a discussion here. Somebody would have heard the shots by now.

Arts/Crafts/Photo Manips:

@artnijna

https://www.tumblr.com/artnijna/737927884519489536/rewatching-gundam-wing-and-thinking-about-the-2x5

WuFei/Duo, fanart

https://www.tumblr.com/artnijna/738980133321523200/baby-ive-been-to-spacebut-at-the-end-of-the-day

WuFei/Duo, fanart

https://www.tumblr.com/artnijna/738194483104153600/wufei-regrets-his-crush-some-what

Duo/WuFei, fanart

@duomaxwellandducks

https://www.tumblr.com/duomaxwellandducks/732635364086497280/both-gundam-wing-intros-are-iconic-and-anyone-who

Iconic intros, comic

@enelo

https://www.tumblr.com/enelo/739422142192631808

Relena Darlian-Peacecraft, fanart

@ghost-proof

https://www.tumblr.com/ghost-proof/730963271303233536/love-a-good-meme-thought-it-was-perfect-for-these

Heero/Duo, fanart

@idrawprettyboys

https://www.tumblr.com/idrawprettyboys/734925341882286080/i-drew-this-gorgeous-boy-on-a-cheap-supermarket

Duo Maxwell, fanart

@imperviousmelodrama

https://www.tumblr.com/imperviousmelodrama/736263532669190144/did-someone-say-pigtail-duo-pretty-certain-i

Duo/Heero, fanart

@incaseofart

https://www.tumblr.com/incaseofart/733362202305822720/treize-khushrenada-but-casual-clothes-perhaps

Treize Khushrenada, fanart

@lila-oh

https://www.tumblr.com/lila-oh/732714555363459072/happy-halloween-yes-my-participation-is

WuFei/Heero, kissing, comic

Mashiro Andy

https://www.tumblr.com/cruelangel94/733193774949384192/artist-by-mashiro-andy

Relena Darlian-Peacecraft, fanart

@nullphysics

https://www.tumblr.com/nullphysics/735275196278325248

Trowa/Heero, fanart

@sweet-rabbit

https://www.tumblr.com/sweet-rabbit/738637581503315968/i-came-up-with-this-randomly-today-like-15-minutes

Quatre/Heero, comic

Photosets/Gifsets/Screenshots/Manga Pages:

@tinyozlion

https://www.tumblr.com/tinyozlion/733873353488744448/i-love-when-people-put-together-frame-stitches

Clowns, frame stitching

@vegalume

https://www.tumblr.com/vegalume/735006366851334144/tis-the-season

Christmas tree decor

Fandom Discourse:

@lifeaftermeteor

https://www.tumblr.com/lifeaftermeteor/735089951081955328/i-would-swear-there-was-a-gundam-tumblr-floating

LAMs Lost and Found - find great info/world building here

https://www.tumblr.com/lifeaftermeteor/735699559547879424/with-the-power-of-friendship

@prettyboysdontlookatexplosions WuFei being ‘normal’.

https://www.tumblr.com/lifeaftermeteor/736341502701256704/lifeaftermeteors-holiday-card-exchange

Obviously late for this one, but know that LAM does this pretty much every year if they get people who want them. ^_^

@prettyboysdontlookatexplosions

https://www.tumblr.com/prettyboysdontlookatexplosions/734934388226326528/its-also-very-funny-that-we-get-an-episode-called

episode naming things

https://www.tumblr.com/prettyboysdontlookatexplosions/735022245112643584/watching-gundam-wing-as-an-adult-opens-you-up-to

how age affects how you view GW

https://www.tumblr.com/prettyboysdontlookatexplosions/735373187192422400/i-dont-like-ship-it-in-that-i-dont-care-about

Trieze & Zechs

@tinyozlion

https://www.tumblr.com/tinyozlion/736669800741421056/my-beloved-redsixwing-has-found-and-resurrected-a

A GW Archive should people need it.

gwpromptmeme

GW Prompt Meme event

Rules: https://gwpromptmeme.dreamwidth.org/408.html

Main Page: https://gwpromptmeme.dreamwidth.org/

Quotes:

@incorrectgundamwingquotes

https://www.tumblr.com/incorrectgundamwingquotes/733281547591024640/on-libra-howard-theres-a-spy-leaking-all-of

Howare, Quatre, & WuFei

https://www.tumblr.com/incorrectgundamwingquotes/734821642313793537/incorrectgundamwingquotes-heero-dont-even

Heero & Trowa

https://www.tumblr.com/incorrectgundamwingquotes/734912407622844416/cathy-are-you-busy-trowa-no-cathy-wanna-do

Cathy & Trowa

https://www.tumblr.com/incorrectgundamwingquotes/733372201867362304/trowa-the-power-came-back-on-when-i-was-asleep

Trowa

https://www.tumblr.com/incorrectgundamwingquotes/733734724284088320/wufei-maxwell-just-pissed-me-off-heero-why-what

WuFei & Heero

https://www.tumblr.com/incorrectgundamwingquotes/736089974256058368/at-preventers-hq-heero-were-doing-secret-santa

Heero, Trowa, & WuFei

https://www.tumblr.com/incorrectgundamwingquotes/735908793762922496/wufei-reading-book-duo-wufei-duo-wufei

WuFei & Duo

https://www.tumblr.com/incorrectgundamwingquotes/736271216205283328/wufei-visibly-annoyed-duo-whats-the

WuFei & Duo

https://www.tumblr.com/incorrectgundamwingquotes/736724242945671168/dorothy-recording-on-her-phone-so-im-building-a

Dorothy, Relena, & Sally

https://www.tumblr.com/incorrectgundamwingquotes/736633591231037440/in-the-groupchat-quatre-good-morning-we

Quatre, Heero, WuFei, Trowa, & Duo

https://www.tumblr.com/incorrectgundamwingquotes/737901948172402688/circus-owner-whats-this-gap-in-your-employment

Circus Owner & Trowa

https://www.tumblr.com/incorrectgundamwingquotes/736814824240152576/texting-heero-what-should-i-get-at-ihop-duo

Heero, Duo, Trowa, & WuFei

https://www.tumblr.com/incorrectgundamwingquotes/736905574207422464/relena-are-you-going-to-be-part-of-the-problem-or

Relena, Heero, & Duo

https://www.tumblr.com/incorrectgundamwingquotes/737358389752070144/incorrectgundamwingquotes-wufei-trowa-can

WuFei, Trowa, & Quatre

https://www.tumblr.com/incorrectgundamwingquotes/737539619983376384/incorrectgundamwingquotes-heero-duo-duo-yes

Heero, Duo, & Quatre

https://www.tumblr.com/incorrectgundamwingquotes/735818328096047104/duo-and-wufei-arguing-wufei-makes-an

Duo & WuFei

https://www.tumblr.com/incorrectgundamwingquotes/738083194163822592/incorrectgundamwingquotes-zechs-you-know-who-i

Zechs, Duo, & Trowa

https://www.tumblr.com/incorrectgundamwingquotes/737992573856169984/heero-some-days-all-i-care-about-is-the-mission

Heero & Duo

https://www.tumblr.com/incorrectgundamwingquotes/738173868991217664/on-a-mission-oz-soldiers-come-out-duo-im

OZ Soldiers, Duo, & Trowa

https://www.tumblr.com/incorrectgundamwingquotes/738445694732484609/sharing-a-safehouse-duo-whats-for

Duo & Trowa

https://www.tumblr.com/incorrectgundamwingquotes/739351620230512640/duo-maybe-hes-born-with-it-or-maybe-its

Duo, WuFei, & Trowa

Calendar Events:

@gwcocktailfriday

Cocktail Fridays!

Post responses on Friday, during Happy Hour between 3 & 5 pm in your own timezone.

Here’s the prompts for Friday, January 19th! https://gwcocktailfriday.tumblr.com/post/739456744765505536/cocktail-friday-post-responses-on-friday-january

In need of prompts!

@gwlemonyshenanigans

There’s nothing for it posted yet... but sign-ups are open. >_> Though the events calendar says they’ll be open next month... so I dunno. I just know I’m signed up already. *flails*

@thisweekingundamevents

Events Calendar https://thisweekingundamevents.tumblr.com/post/730188053636841472/updated-events-calendar

If you are hosting an event currently, or are planning on one, hit us up with links and dates! We’ll add them to the Calendar and reblog your notices to get the word out!

GW Holiday Gift Exchange 2023

Gift Roundup is here: https://thisweekingundamevents.tumblr.com/post/739404313112297472/alright-wingers-here-is-the-gw-holiday-gift

GW Valentine’s Event 2024 goes live the 18th! Be on the lookout for it!

???

GW Gift Exchange

There is another exchange being done now... I *think* it’s on dreamwidth, but I can’t find the convo with the person running it to save my life, but it’s on the events calendar with all the info I had...

Jan 15th - 21st is Nominations

Jan 16th - 28th is Sign-ups

Posting and whatnot will be in April.

Not sure if something will be posted anywhere on tumblr or not, but hoping I can get y’all the info for where and how when it goes.

[critical-skeptic]

The AI Bait Farm: Social Media’s Death Spiral Toward a “Dead Internet”

Social media, once hailed as the digital agora—a global forum for connection, community, and expression—is now collapsing under its own weight. What we’re seeing isn’t just the rise of engagement bait or low-effort content farming; we’re witnessing the systematic erosion of authenticity, creativity, and relevance in real time. A plague of AI-generated imagery, emotionally manipulative captions, and algorithmic engagement farming has turned platforms like Facebook into breeding grounds for digital junk food: empty calories designed to elicit clicks, not meaningful interaction.

It’s tempting to dismiss these posts as benign annoyances, but that would underestimate the scale of the problem. These aren’t isolated gimmicks but symptoms of a much larger trend that risks accelerating the so-called “Dead Internet Theory.” And while this theory may sound like dystopian hyperbole, the patterns emerging are impossible to ignore.

What’s Happening Right Now?

Scroll any social media feed, and you’ll encounter the same formulaic garbage on repeat:

Emotionally Charged AI-Generated Content: Glamorous “old” women, impossibly muscular veterans, or attractive models in bizarrely curated patriotic or religious contexts. These images aren’t just unrealistic—they’re uncanny, almost dreamlike, betraying their machine-made origins. The posts are paired with captions like “God bless veterans 🇺🇸,” or “My husband just called me fat… Should I leave him?”—phrases designed to spark outrage or sympathy and lure you into engaging.

Engagement Loops: The visible caption is always vague or incomplete, forcing curiosity-clicks. Comments are flooded with spam or scam accounts promoting phishing links, further eroding trust and degrading the space.

Virality via Exploitation: These posts prey on universal human emotions—empathy, nationalism, anger, or intrigue. But their purpose isn’t to inspire or connect; it’s to hijack your attention, feeding the algorithmic gods who reward viral reach with ad revenue or data exploitation.

Proliferation of Bots and Bad Actors: Many of these accounts are entirely fake—AI-created personas operated by bot farms or individuals running automated content machines. Their purpose isn’t just engagement; it’s often outright malicious, funneling traffic to scams or phishing attempts.

The Connection to “Dead Internet Theory”

The Dead Internet Theory suggests that much of the content we interact with online is no longer produced by humans but by bots, algorithms, and automated systems. According to this idea, the internet as we know it is no longer a thriving ecosystem of organic human activity but an elaborate facade—an echo chamber of fake engagement designed to sustain platforms financially.

Here’s why this matters: platforms like Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram are beginning to resemble the early symptoms of Dead Internet Theory in action. Just as spam and bots overtook chatrooms like Yahoo Messenger in the late 2000s, social media is now becoming a wasteland of fake interactions, auto-generated content, and meaningless noise. Back then, the spam crisis killed platforms overnight as users fled the sinking ship. Today, social media is far too entrenched in our lives to collapse outright—but it’s showing signs of terminal decay.

Why This Matters

Proliferation is Exploding: AI tools have made it absurdly easy to generate realistic images, plausible captions, and entire fake personas. What used to require a skilled designer or content creator can now be achieved by anyone with access to free tools. This democratization of fakery is flooding the internet at a scale unimaginable even five years ago.

Authenticity is Losing the War: Social media’s original value was its ability to connect real people and foster genuine conversations. When most of what you see is fake, the ability to trust anything erodes. Even legitimate content creators are overshadowed by bots churning out endless garbage.

Runaway Algorithmic Incentives: Platforms profit from engagement, no matter how low-quality it is. Every click on an AI-generated post boosts ad revenue and data collection. In a perverse way, platforms have no incentive to fix this problem because the garbage works. It keeps users scrolling and interacting, even if that interaction is meaningless.

Psychological Exhaustion: Fake content exploits human emotions, but the constant bombardment of manipulative bait is exhausting. Users disengage not just from the fake posts but from the platform itself. This creates a vicious cycle: as genuine users leave, bots and bad actors fill the void.

The Parallel to Chatroom Collapse: Yahoo Chat and similar platforms died when spam and bots overwhelmed the system. Users fled because the signal-to-noise ratio became unbearable. Social media risks the same fate—but on a global scale.

Where This Leads: The Dead Internet in Action

If unchecked, this runaway trend has clear consequences:

A Content Wasteland: As fake posts dominate feeds, genuine voices will be drowned out. Social media will lose its relevance as a platform for real interaction.

Hyper-Skepticism: As more content is exposed as fake, users will begin questioning everything—even legitimate posts. This erosion of trust has broader implications for how we engage with the internet as a whole.

Collapse of Platforms: While platforms like Facebook might be too big to fail outright, they risk becoming relics of a bygone era, replaced by smaller, niche platforms that prioritize authenticity (or so we hope).

What Can Be Done?

Demand Better Algorithms: Platforms need to prioritize authenticity over engagement, even at the cost of ad revenue. This means investing in better moderation tools to weed out bots and spam, rather than rewarding it.

Raise Awareness: Most users don’t realize how prolific and fake much of their feed is. Calling it out—not just with comments but through larger discussions—can help push the issue into the spotlight.

Support Genuine Content: Follow and engage with real creators, especially those calling out or exposing these trends. Visibility matters, and genuine content needs all the help it can get.

Educate Yourself: Learn to spot fake content. Look for subtle tells: overly smooth skin, incoherent details (like garbled name tags), or too-perfect lighting. The more you recognize these patterns, the less likely you are to fall for the bait.

Final Thoughts: A Warning Shot

Social media is heading down the same path as the chatrooms of old: a slow, suffocating decline into irrelevance. But unlike Yahoo Chat, which we abandoned without much consequence, social media is woven into the fabric of our lives. If it collapses—or worse, becomes an entirely “dead” internet of bots and fake engagement—the consequences for society are far-reaching.

What’s happening now isn’t inevitable, but it is accelerating. And unless platforms, users, and creators fight back against the onslaught of AI spam and engagement farming, we’ll find ourselves living in a digital wasteland, endlessly scrolling through meaningless noise. The time to act is now—before the last vestiges of authenticity are buried under a pile of algorithmic garbage.

[many-but-one]

This is a poem written by Dorian nearly couple years ago now. He never ended up posting it because he intended to post the audio with it but we never finished captioning the audio. Going through our drafts, we found it. Since we’re on a poetry sharing kick tonight, I’ll post it now. This poem should probably be updated eventually since Dori knows more now, but we will keep it as-is for now.

Written by Dori:

I want to note that this poem is HEAVILY inspired by a slam poem by Patrick Roche. He came up with the idea of moving backwards in the timeline, which I felt was just...genius. Especially in the realm of DID, where if you know at the first age you have DID, you know it will only get progressively worse. And in my case, things do get worse, but then you get to see the real things that were believed back then. I discussed this poem with several parts in our system, not only asking for their help, but also asking if it was okay for me to share.

Lastly, here are the trigger warnings. This poem is HEAVY. It is graphic, it alludes and blatantly states some very disturbing things. I am tired of being silent.

TW: Alcohol, CSA, adulthood/teen SA, intense religious imagery, blasphemy, unalive attempt, drugs/pills, medical/hospital/doctors, self harm, domestic violence, parents, violence in general, car crashes, AFAB menstruation, neglect, death of a family member, a lot of cursing, BIG mentions of grooming from the POV of the child, brief mentions of abortions.

Haha. The gods really put every single TW they could think of in my life huh. Realizing that my entire life is essentially a trigger warning is 😅 Oof.

Anyway, here is the poem. Read with caution.

24 years and counting.

24, going on 25. I wake up each morning not knowing who I am and this is normal now. I have realized that this will be my normal forever, or at least until I process the layers upon layers of trauma, hidden underneath layers and layers of amnesia that I slowly peel back like onion skins, each layer getting more and more terrifying, more and more worrisome. The deeper I dig into this hole of unknown the harder my heart beats, and I realize my heart beats like a war drum. I have always been at war, with myself, with this body of mine. Of ours. 

Mid 24, I come to terms with a diagnosis called DID. I start to learn more about the different versions of myself, where they all intersect, where it melds together and where it stands apart. I think I know everything but 24 going on 25 version of me laughs at how naive I am. Perhaps 25 year old me will laugh at 24 going on 25 me. Maybe I’ll realize the depths of the hell I crawled out of called childhood was worse than I know even now. I don’t look forward to it. 

Early 24, I got married this year, my wife married three of me, three of me love her dearly. Things feel right and good again, I feel like I am on a happy path. My brain makes about as much sense at it always has, but at least I somewhat understand the pieces of the puzzle I’ve been given. Or at least, so I thought. 

23, this year is a blur, the only thing that stands out is that I quit my job I’ve had for five years. I loved that job. I quit that job because one of my past abusers walked in with no warning, and the sirens in my head went off like there was a nuclear bomb incoming. I still tell myself he didn’t see me but I know I’m lying to myself. I quit that very day and I realized that he still has control over me to this very day, 17 years after the trauma ended.

22, Two months before I am set to graduate college with my degree I get the diagnosis that changes my life. Not that my life is any different afterwards, at least not yet, so I try to continue forward regardless. How badly I wish to return to this moment and take my own face in my hands and look myself deep in the eyes and tell the 22 year old me that they have a storm coming. I think I already know, despite not really knowing, because I find myself getting drunk after work almost every night. I hide the bottles from my fiancée. I don’t want her to think I am my father.

21, I am old enough to drink! I barely drink. Every time I drink and it tastes too much like alcohol I am reminded of my father’s breath. I...don't know why. I stick to fruity drinks that taste good so that I can stop feeling things. Maybe I really am my father’s daughter. 

20, I finally start making friends in college, which is strange. Some people talk to me and I’ve never met them before, but they act like we’ve been friends since forever. Sometimes I attend lectures and I don’t remember what they are about. Sometimes I ask questions and I can hear my voice speaking and feel my mouth moving and I don’t know what I am saying. This is normal. The competent version of me sometimes does stuff when I get overwhelmed, that’s normal. That’s always happened! Everyone does that, right?

19, I wake up on the floor of my mother’s bathroom one afternoon, I smell my own stench I have been rotting in, I peek my eyes open and see pill bottles all around me, but no pills to be seen. The burn of bile on my throat and in my mouth makes me gag. I look in the toilet and see the pills. I won’t remember this moment until I am 24. I will learn it was not me that tried to kill themselves. I will also learn it was not me that saved me.

18, I have my first of many mental hospital stays. The doctors watch me stare at the other kids in the ward, nearly catatonic. They said they’d never seen a patient that never smiled. “Most kids get out of here within a couple of days!” They assured my mother and I. Two weeks later and I am still rotting on the plastic bedsheets. I lie and tell them I’m okay but I am not okay, I just want to live a life that involves shoelaces and doesn’t have nurses yelling at me to brush my teeth. I go back to school like nothing happened and almost all of my friends are gone. They never really cared.

18, pre-mental hospital, I am dating a boy that I don’t love. I am dating him because that’s what girls do even though I am not a girl. He is my best friend and it just seemed right. I really only dated him because sometimes I felt like I really loved him, but most of the time his lips on mine and his hands on my waist felt wrong. Something in my head feels like it’s buzzing like a beehive every time I go to his apartment. It’s almost like a spidey sense, except I ignore it and when I find myself back home, I don’t remember anything that happened at his house, nor how I ended up back home. I don’t think about it too hard. 

17, My dad punched a wall again. He screamed until I cried again. I can’t do this anymore, I can’t do this anymore. I hurt myself with sharp objects because it feels like that’s what I’m supposed to do. I never feel the pain, I only ever clean up the mess. I try to make myself as ugly as possible. To me(?) it makes sense. Obviously, if I am hideous, people will leave me alone. They won’t hurt me anymore, right? ...right? 

17, suddenly an angry version of myself appears and I realize I am SICK and TIRED of mistreatment. I fight back, I fight back with teeth and claws and words that are even sharper than both of those combined. I don’t remember these times very well. I certainly don’t remember the time this angry version of me YANKED the largest knife out of the butcher block and threatened the very man who ruined my life with it. I LOVE this version of myself. She’s intensity, with veins full of gasoline, ready and waiting for someone to ignite her. She bares her teeth in a grin and laughs, she says “I dare you, set me aflame, I will burn you with me.” Thanks, Alice. 

16, I nearly crash my car while I’m zoned out. Haha! I always zone out. Sometimes I zone out so hard that I forget big chunks of time, but everyone does that! 

15, my friend shows me his self harm scars and is trying to gain sympathy but I have none to give. I wonder if maybe doing the same will help me learn to have sympathy. Thus starts an addiction to pain that lasts for nearly a decade. 

14, I don’t remember this year very well but someone does. 

13, I started my period and I was told that I’m just a late bloomer. Everyone always said I was a late bloomer since forever. I didn’t hit my growth spurt until I was 14 either, and I didn’t stop wetting the bed until I was 9. Weird, but I didn’t put that much thought into it.

12, I wrote a detailed story that I no longer have a single copy of that talks about the structure of my inner world. Traces of the DID that I can actually remember. I don’t remember most of this year because I wasn’t the one who lived it.

11, My dad is neglecting me to party with his girlfriend. The one who lives some of next year lives this year too. Too much going on for fragile little me, someone stronger has to deal with this mess. She does. 

10, My brother died this year and this is the exact moment I stopped caring about God. Everything he ever gave to me he took away. I won’t understand the heaviness of such a statement for another decade and a half. This is when my depression started and when I lost my faith in humanity. I thought I gained it back for a while but I never did. I also stopped crying. Nobody heard me anyway. Someone in my head did it for me.

9, I don’t remember this year and I don’t want to.

8, I don’t remember this year and I don’t want to.

7, I am remembering this year and I don’t want to.

7, I am remembering this year and I don’t want to. 

7, I am remembering this year and I don’t want to.

7, I am remembering this year and it is the year that I well and truly shattered, the year I learned of the depravity of men, the year I learned that I was just holes to fuck, an actress in a sick film, a faerie, a demon, a screaming little cunt, and that’s all I would ever be seen as. This is the year I learned why I liked demons more than angels, and why God was my enemy. This is the year I realized for real that I was alone in this cruel fucking world and no amount of crying or talking or begging will ever make them hear me. They smile and laugh. They smile and laugh. They smile and laugh. :) 

6, late stages, My Sunday school teacher is so nice to me! He has a fun secret that only him and I share! I love him, he takes good care of me. He makes me feel good and special inside. I think deep down…I know it’s not okay. But I can’t help it. Actually, I am really scared because I see the way he looks at me and I feel queasy. I know this is wrong but I am scared he’ll hurt me if I say no. He said that God will tell him if I tell anyone what he does, and if God knows I am bad then I will go to hell. I don’t want to go to hell!! I’ll do whatever you say! I promise. I’m a good little girl. I’m an angel! 

6, early stages, my mommy and daddy broke up. They are fighting in court for me, and I don’t really know what that means. Mommy said the church is helping dad pay for good lawyers so she probably won’t get custody of me. I don’t know what that means. Mommy says daddy is bad and evil. Daddy says mommy is bad and evil. I don’t know who is telling the truth. Or maybe they both are. Or maybe I am the bad and evil one?

5, My dad visits me every night and calls me his little angel. :) I am his sweet angel! His breath smells funny though. And his fingers hurt me a lot, and I don’t like the way he tastes. But he said since I am a good angel it’s okay, so he must be right. 

4, Daddy and mommy fight a lot, my daddy has bottles in his hands a lot. He breaks them a lot. He hits mommy a lot. I am scared so I go hide. I am a being of terror. 

3, I am a toddler but there’s a version of me that remembers that he started existing at this age. He did everything he could to protect me. Even though he didn’t really know why. Thank you, Deimos.

2,

1,

0. I am just a twinkle in my mother’s eye, she’s just a teen and she’s scared out of her mind. This baby is saving her life, though. She didn’t want to keep going but now she has to. If only she knew that 25 years from now this baby would be a shattered and broken mess of themself, because of things desperately out of their control. They were just a baby. You failed them. They all failed them. They all failed US. Too bad you were a Christian. Maybe instead we could have been aborted. Or, rather, maybe we wouldn’t have step foot in that fucking church in the first place.

[allhallowsthemepark]

Half-a-ween Special: A Full Calendar of Spookiness!

Friends, today is Half-a-ween—the day of the year on the exact opposite side of the calendar from our beloved Halloween—and I thought, what better time to remind ourselves that All Hallows is a year-round celebration of the dark and spooky side of life! Operating the whole year, of course, means having to contend with other holidays as they arise. I touched on the crossover potential between Halloween and Christmas a while back, but holidays have a habit of cropping up in every season, and it seems only fitting to fill the All Hallows calendar with appropriately spooky twists on them all!

For our first shake-up, we’re starting this calendar not in January, but in November—right after Halloween itself, and just when we might be wondering what else we could do with All Hallows now that it’s raison d’être is past.

Dia de Los Muertos: Let’s be clear—Dia de los Muertos is not just “Mexican Halloween,” and I don’t think it’s right to go around poaching bits of other people’s cultures for entertainment. That said, there are some similar themes between the Day of the Dead and Halloween, and if a special event could be done respectfully and with full permission and consultation by the Mexican-American community, it could be a good way to ease the park down from the full-blown frenzy of Halloween itself. Dia de los Muertos events would be located in Ghoul City, and in the expanded version of the park, Croaker Creek (for the Southwestern aesthetic) and History of Horror (for the educational aspect).

Thanksgiving: Pumpkin Acres is our Thanksgiving hub, what with already exemplifying the harvest aspect of Halloween with its cornstalks, scarecrows, pumpkin and apple pies, and other bits of cozy rural Americana. For Thanksgiving, live turkeys are added to Harry Palmer’s Petting Farm, Country Costumes adds Pilgrim garb and turkey suits to its wares, and the pumpkin patch transforms into a farmer’s market selling actual edible produce (including pumpkins, still...but now they're explicitly for pies). Make a reservation for a genuine turkey dinner at Granny McGillicuddy's Pie Barn...and if slots run out, similar meal events are available in other park restaurants!

Christmas: A couple years ago, I devoted a whole post to Christmas possibilities for All Hallows. I still stand by all of it. Hexmas imagery forms the backbone of the Yuletide festivities, with spooky black evergreens in the Entry Plaza, Trick-or-Treat Village, and Ghoul City. Goblin Woods and County Drakul host folkloric monsters as walkaround characters. Meanwhile, people who prefer a more conventional Christmas can head into Pumpkin Acres, where things are a bit more mainstream. All across the park, you can shop for Christmas-themed costumes, and Grave Goods stocks a few bona-fide Christmas decorations alongside the more typical Hexmas ones.

New Year’s: Interestingly enough, the ancient Celts marked the turning of the year at Samhain and many neopagans still observe it as their religious New Year. That said, raucous New Year celebrations are generally considered an urban phenomenon, so head to Ghoul City for the special events (and Baby New Year/Father Time costumes, if you think you need them). Strange things happen when the clock counts down to midnight...and nothing new can start without something else meeting its end...

Lunar New Year: Lunar New Year, as its name suggests, is tied to the phases of the moon. That alone suggests some interesting crossover ideas, but there's more content to be had in focusing on the East Asian cultural aspect with its deep well of horror lore. Chinese hopping vampires, Japanese youkai, Vietnamese ghosts and monsters...expect to see them all wandering the place, along with the animals of the Eastern zodiac itself.

Valentine’s Day: Not to be crass about it, but “monsterfucking” became the Tumblr equivalent of a household word for a reason. Quite a few people seem to fantasize about romance with one or more creatures of the night. Valentine's Day festivities are more touchy-feely than other occasions at All Hallows...or any theme park, really. In this adults-only special event, roaming characters are fully empowered to flirt with guests and even engage in some low-level physical contact (e.g. hugging, hand-holding). The interactions range from the sultry to the silly and everything in-between (but nothing too intense).

Carnavale/Mardi Gras: This one isn't a big deal where I live, so I don't have any firm ideas for specific events or attractions, but I'll just point out two things. First, this holiday shares with Halloween a tradition of masks and costumes, so expect to see a lot more colorful sequins and feathers on the shelves of the costume stores. Second, the etymology of the word “carnival” apparently comes from the Latin root for “flesh.” There's probably something we can do with that.

Easter: What do Easter and Halloween have in common? CANDY! What else do they have in common? Um...things rising from the dead...no, I'm sorry, I can't. I'm not Christian but I'm not about to make a mockery of their holiest day like that. Better stick with the candy. The Easter celebrations in All Hallows can be found in Trick-or-Treat Village, where the characters sport bunny ears and hand out trick-or-treat prizes inside specially patterned plastic eggs.

May Day/Half-a-ween: On this, the polar opposite day to Samhain, the Seelie and Unseelie faeries are said to do battle with each other for control of the natural world! If you dance the maypole in Goblin Woods, you might catch a glimpse of this conflict (read: battalions of bloodthirsty fae will appear without warning and skirmish without regard for bystanders). Elsewhere in the park, the delightful irony of Half-a-ween, or “Halloween in May,” is reflected in window displays and roaming character dialogue.

Summer: Goblin Woods comes to the fore again with “A Midsummer Night's Nightmare,” a full-scale LARP adventure for teams of 4-6 players (reservations required). In Ghoul City, the Gilman Municipal Beach area becomes the site of a tongue-in-cheek Monster Beach Party event. Pumpkin Acres is all about the Summer Harvest, with delicious summer produce and watermelons carved like jack-o-lanterns. These events run all summer long until Labor Day weekend (we Americans are weird and place it in early September), by which point we're all sick of the heat and ready for Halloween season proper to begin again!

All Year Long: Keep an eye on your calendar and plan visits for evenings marked with a white circle, even if they fall in the middle of the week. The night of the full moon is Werewolf Night in Ghoul City, Goblin Woods, and County Drakul, and each month bears a sub-theme of its own, with photo ops, collectible merch, and more! And if a second full moon hits in one calendar month? That's the fabled Blue Moon, bringing twice the spooky magic!

And that's how you celebrate Halloween the whole year round.

[raekensarcher]

can u do all??

hells yes (for the sake of my brain i am just putting emojis)

✨: my first fic!!!! i wish people would give it more credit. also the religious one

💘: again, like, all of them. i am my own worst critic

💫: how you interpret my work!! if you point things out that i hadn’t even thought of before!!

🌈: i did struggle the most with my newest fic. the plot and first chapter was written and rewritten a handful of times before it got to what it is now

🦋: most insecure about people not liking my interpretation of things. always worried i’m not seeing the characters how everyone else sees them and it won’t be liked.

🌻: writers block fr. my brain jus stops working. what keeps me going is that i love writing, i can just shut my brain down and type and end up with 3k words like nothing even happened. i love it.

🌿: creating makes me feel powerful idk like writing is such an escape , even when most of my writing is projection, it feels better to put it on someone else and something else. it gives me a chance to breathe and to think about things

🍉: like i said, projecting. it helps in terms of being able to sort things out, to problem solve. if i can figure it out for my characters, i can figure it out for myself. it helps

🎀: my writing has improved significantly since i was 14/15. i really love the writing style i’ve settled on.

🎈: again, big on imagery and behind the scenes things. love it.

🎉: dude?? every time i post a fic i lay down and read it and feel proud of myself. always celebrate your work!!! always!!!

💞: the most important part of the story, to me, is being able to picture it. when i write things i want to be able to see it in my head, i don’t want unanswered questions. i want to be able to feel what the characters are feeling and be there with them u know? i am a sucker for imagery and racing thoughts. i want to be in the characters head.

💝: definitely my first one. was super worried ab posting that one.

🤍: first big one/religious one. for sure.

🕯️: probably my religious one and the one i did about theo and his guilt. lots of projection, like, so much. but it wasn’t difficult to write so much as hard to realize what i was writing? and ig just recognize how much i was hurting.

💥: theo guilt fic!!! deserves more reads and credit. it’s sad but it’s probably the most honest theo i have ever written.

🍭: i started writing as a diary type of thing. it helps to smash a keyboard instead of anything else.

💎: it makes me feel better,, and if i write something that someone else connects with??? i feel wonderful.

📡: i think writing is important because it’s giving people a voice u know? like even if it’s just fandom things, people are being creative and allowing themselves to dive into a different reality to build new things. it’s fun!!

🪄: i honestly don’t have, like, a set routine or anything after i finish something? aside from going through and reading it as a ftr, i kind of just sit there and hope everyone loves it

🎙️: oh god that’s a lot of pressure shsgjdhfk i think the zoo one maybe? it’s something that’s up to interpretation for everyone and we’re never actually gonna know what happened. i would love to hear everyone else’s thoughts n opinions on it

🤲🏼: peace of mind, actually. my writing is me trying to sort out my own problems, if i’m solving the issues for my characters i’m solving the issues for myself

💋: YES!!! i don’t typically leave comments bc my brain is scrambled but when i have and it involves a question then yes absolutely i would love to hear back

☯️: i think communication in fandom is healthy and it’s so fun to make friends on tumblr/twitter/etc. i’ve made a few since joining tw tumblr and i can say it’s been a great experience so far. some of my best friends (of 4+ years) are ones i made through fandom. they’re family to me

🧿: honestly? if something isn’t getting the response i would like then i just try to forget about it hagdjfj i care too much about what people think and i’m trying to care less about that. i write for me, if someone else happens to like it then yay but if not then it isn’t the end of the world.

💌: current wip things?? i’ve just got the one big one and i swear i’ll have a chapter update for it soon i’ve just been dealing with a lot of family issues lately. new chapter soon though!! i have plans :)

[firstcurse]

The Mindflayer analysis / inspirations.

*Ahem*,  finally, this  is  a  bit  of  a  big  ramble  about  the  Mindflayer,  my  thoughts  of  what  it  is  in  canon,  its  relation  to  Henry / Vecna  and  my  personal  take  on  it  and  my  inspirations  for  it  based  on  what  I  think  about  it  in  canon.  

First  of  all,  to  get  you  up  to  speed  with  the  basics  my  post  here  explains  a  lot  about  my  view  of  the  Mindflayer  and  its  relationship  with  Henry  in  a  nutshell. This  post  is  of  the  utmost  importance  to  this  blog  and  everything  on  it,  so  yeah,  even  though  its  long  its  always  worth  reading.  Anyway, going  back  to  season  2  we  are  told  that  the  Mindflayer  is  an  ancient  entity,  so  old  that  it  doesn’t  even  know  its  true  home. 

We’ve  also  been  told  that  it  believes  itself  superior  to  other  lifeforms,  and  that  it  has  a  desire  to,  essentially,  destroy  the  human  world,  or  so  far  that  is  the  perception  of  it  we’re  given  in  canon. 

Its  still  quite  up  in  the  air  as  to  why  exactly  the  Mindflayer  wants  this  and  I’m  personally  leaving  the  motives  and  such  a little vague  beyond some very  heavy  cosmic  and  religious  horror  themes  because  personally  I  don't  think  the  MF  needs a "reason,"  particularly  not  if  its  in  any  way  the  kind  of  being  I  personally  portray  it  as.

So  in  this  post  I  am  going  to  talk  about  all  the  things  that  I  think  inspire  it  and  that  play  a  factor  in  my  canon. 

❝ Something  is  coming.  Something  hungry  for  blood.  A  shadow  grows  on  the  wall  behind  you,  swallowing  you  in  darkness!  It  is  almost  here. ❞

Lets  start  off  with  the  religious  undertones.  It  comes  as  a  surprise  to  some  people  but  Stranger  Things  has  a  lot  of  themes,  motifs  and  undertones  that  relate  heavily  to  occultism  and  esotericism.  Season  4  went  a  little  bit  harder  with  this  than  usual.  As  a  result  religion  and  tropes  associated  play  a  part,  again  particularly  in  season  4.  Henry / Vecna’s  entire  character  can  very  much  be  described  as  a  messianic  archetype,  a  type  of  dark  messiah  in  particular ( Although  please  note,  I  don't  believe  he's  suppose  to  be  a  'false  prophet'.  To  the  contrary.  That's  a  whole  other  aesthetic. )  

His  character  can  be  related  to  both  Jesus  Christ  and  Lucifer,  the  fallen  Angel. Deities  such  as  the  goddess  Kali  of  Hindu  mythology  and  the  western  Baphomet  also  play  a  role,  and  are  directly  related  to  him,  along  with  heavy  aesthetics  drawn  from  the  LHP.  Henry  and  Vecna  are  kind  of  a  spicy  inversion / rebellion  against  popular  religious  dogma. 

Briefly  to  touch  on  this  the  LHP  ( Left  hand  path )  refers  to  a  kind  of  category  of  magical/spiritual/supernatural/religious belief  and  directly  opposing  these  beliefs  is  the  RHP  ( Right  hand  path ).  Almost  all  magical/spiritual/supernatural/religious  beliefs  and  practices  can  be  separated  into  one  of  the  two  categories. Vodou  is  an  example  of  a  religion  considered  to  be  LHP  and  Christianity  is  a  religion  considered  to  be  RHP. 

The Right-Hand Path: is commonly thought to refer to magical or religious groups which adhere to a certain set of characteristics: They divide the concepts of mind, body and spirit into three separate, albeit interrelated, entities. They adhere to a specific moral code and a belief in some form of judgement. 

The Left-hand Path: those aligned with the left hand path often reject societal convention and the status quo, which some suggest is in a search for spiritual freedom. As a part of this, LHP followers embrace magical techniques that would traditionally be viewed as taboo, for instance using sex magic or embracing Satanic imagery. They often question religious or moral dogma, instead adhering to forms of personal anarchism and they often embrace sexuality.

We  can  also  sum  this  up  with  the  depiction  of  certain  animals  particularly  in  popular  religions  in  the  west  such  as  the  existence  of  the  Holy  sheep  vs  the  Depraved  goat. 

Sheep are dependent on their shepherd. They have a reputation for not topping the lists of the most intelligent animals. They trust and depend on their shepherd. Sheep represent a drive to follow a leader unquestionably and even against their own individual interest/safety. This is what makes sheep and lambs holy. Sheep represent collectivism. 

Goats on the other hand have a reputation for self-reliance and stubbornness. Goats are most like humans in the sense that they can be solitary if needed, even if they naturally prefer the company of others. Because of this the goat represents rebellion and self empowerment. This is deemed an evil trait. Goats represent individualism. 

Collectivism  is  routinely  propagandized  as  just  and  pure  in  comparison  to  individualism  which  is  directly  propagandized  as  evil  and  corrupt  in  contrast.  The  concept  of  individualism  and  ‘difference’  has  thus  been  considered  evil  and  wrong  ( left )  while  collectivism  and  ‘similitude’  is  promoted  as  good  and  just  ( right ),  and  this  is  something  that  has  been  HEAVILY  enforced  by  religions  like  Christianity  as  a  big  example.

 And  as  a  result  often  political  and  social  systems  use  this  as  justification  for  the  abominable  treatment  of  anyone  that  falls  outside  of  “the  like-minded  heard,”  whether  the  individual  is  consciously  differentiating  themselves  or  was  just  born  with  the  misfortune  of  not  fitting  the  designated  “normal”

 ( Gay  people,  the  mentally  ill,  POC  in  predominately  “white”  regions and  ND  people  this  particularly  applies  to ).  So its  also  good  to  keep  in  mind  that  ST  is  a  period  piece.  

The  social  and  cultural environment  we’re  shown  in  the  show  is  very  much  dominated  by  right  winged  conservative  religion  and  politics. 

Our  heroes,  and  even  our  ‘villain’  ( Vecna )  are  all  people  who  are  on  the  outside  of  this  as  some  sort  of  social  outcast  or  “undesirable”  particularly  during  the  time  ( Again,  non-white,  mentally  ill,  neurodivergent  and  queer  are  big  features  of  this )  because  the  point  of  Vecna  ( which this fandom cannot fucking get, like, its literally shameful at this point ) is  not  to  contrast  the  protagonists  but  rather  to  mirror  them. 

Vecna  is  the  most  extreme  version  of  them,  he  has  essentially  become  a  radical  left  terrorist  with  an  extreme  supernatural  buff,  keeping  everything  true  to  the  horror,  fantasy  and  sci-fi  genre  and  aesthetic  of  the  show.

He's  Gorr,  he's  Killmonger,  he's  Magneto,  he's  the  Red  hood,  he's  Black  Adam,  he's  Spawn, etc,  those  are  character's  aesthetically  similar  to  him;  not  senseless  psychopaths  who  do  what  they  do  and  believe  what  they  believe  because  of  their  own  senseless,  selfish  need  for  wanton  destruction.

Which  brings  me  back  into  the  Mindflayer  and  the  Upside  Down.  Overall, I'm nearly certain the Mindflayer is a big fat metaphor for the "Shadow" self but with  this  kind  of  stuff  in  mind  it  probably  shouldn’t  shock  to  know  that  the  MF  also  has  some  very  interesting  similarities  and  perhaps  functions  to  deities  and  beings  found  in  mythology,  specifically  western  mythology  and  demonology. 

The  Upside  Down  itself  is  probably  more  “obvious”  but  it  can  easily  be  related  to  “hell”  or  perhaps  more  accurately  to  “purgatory”  which  was  canonly  referenced  by  Vecna  himself. In  season  one,  the  UD  was  described  using  the  Vale  of  Shadows: 

❝  The  vale  of  shadows  is  a  dimension  that  is  a  dark  reflection  or  echo  of  or  world.  It  is  a  place  of  decay  and  death.  A  plane  out  of  phase.  A  place  of  monsters.  It  is  right  next  to  you  and  you  don't  even  see  it. ❞

━  and  the  Mindflayer ?  The  Mindflayer  has  a  lot  of  uncanny  similarities  with  the  Leviathan. 

The  Leviathan  in  mythology  is  often  depicted  as  a  giant  serpent,  a  dragon  or  a  multiple  headed  hydra. ( Also  note,  Will’s  painting  shown  in  season  4 )  This  seems  to  relate  to  the  MF  in  two  ways  that  I  have  mentioned  in  my  previous  post. 

1)  A  major  point  of  inspiration  for  the  MF  and  what  I  truly  believe  the  MF  is  actually  meant  to  represent  is  the  Serpent  in  DnD.  I  think  this’ll  probably  be  a  kind  of  revelation /  reveal  in  season  5,  tbh.  The  Serpent  in  DnD  is  DnD  Vecna’s  patron  of  sorts,  but  I’ll  just  copy  paste  from  my  other  post: 

DnD  Vecna  was  once  a  human,  noted  to  have  had  a  VERY  cruel  mother,  claimed  to  have  been  be  an  evil  woman  who  consorted  with  monsters,  who's  cruelty  shaped  Vecna  into  who  he  is  in  the  DnD  lore.  

As  a  human  he  somehow  rose  to  become  one  of  the  greatest  sorcerers  ever  known  (  presumably  through  his  pact  with  The  Serpent  ━  theorized  to  be  an  alias  of  the  demon-god  Asmodeus  by  some.  The  Serpent   is  depicted  in  DnD  lore  as  "made  of  cloud  and  lightning,  snaking  down  from  the  sky  and  whispering  into  Vecna's  ear,  telling  him  the  secret  of  lichdom." ) and  in  death  eventually  reached  demi-god  status  as  a  lich.  This  was  all  thanks  to  The  Serpent.  We  already  have  some  very  striking  similarities  to  the  MF  here, like, be fr.

2)  A  major  inspiration  for  Vecna  himself  was  Pinhead  of  the  Hellraiser  universe.  The  being  that  stands  behind  Pinhead  is  literally  called  Leviathan  and  in  a  nutshell,  Leviathan  is  a  malevolent  god from the beginning of time  who  guides  the  Cenobites  through  dreams  and  visions,  however,  it  is  also  known  to  visit  humankind  in  dreams  and  visions  as  well  as  a  corrupting  influence.  Leviathan’s  info  from  the  hellraiser  universe  for  emphasis : 

Eons ago, when the world was teeming, swirling and sweating life, it continued to swell until it ruptured through the walls it did not know existed, bursting into Hell, giving birth to light and introducing life in that cold dark place.

Leviathan retaliated, grinding and crushing chaotic life even as it tried to spread. But in time, life was again at Leviathan's door, and threatened to overwhelm his realm as green began to cover grey, one world looking more and more like the other. Leviathan recalculated its position and devised a new strategy, and a euclidian design of apocalyptic proportions. Searching across the the world that it despised now more than ever, Leviathan found what it was looking for - mankind.

Leviathan descended to man in his dreams, whispering to him the keys of logic in the secret language of science that could only describe the vision that burned in his mind - of tolls, of machines, of weapons of all things glorious and magnificent. Leviathan showed man how to use these against his world, that he may bring all life around him to its knees, bend it to his will and destroy all that stood in his way. No sooner had he risen from the mud, he reached for his first weapon and laying waste to everything around him, slaughtering his enemies, stealing their skins, as no creature ever had, to drape over his own. The world began to bleed, growing only more silent and more still; withering, waning, dying.

During this time, Hell was once more returned to its perfect order but for Leviathan that was no longer enough. It again visited the dreams of man, choosing well its apostles to set down its gospel. These great apostles laid the foundation for Leviathan's dark design. Eventually, with every foot of concrete steam-rolled over the face of its enemy, with every towering, sky-blotting monolith erected, one world looked more and more like the other.

I  feel  like  this  is  all  very  relevant  to  the  ST  universe  as  far  as  the  MF  is  concerned  but  it  doesn’t  stop  there.  No,  the  MF  has  a  lot  of  strange  similarities  to  the  ACTUAL  leviathan  of  myth  outside  of  the  Hellraiser  universe.   So  heres  a  scramble  of  things  the  MF  has  in  common  with  the  Leviathan  and  depictions  and  avatars  of  it  in  myth for reference:

We  have  things  such  as  darkness,  chaos,  matter  and  water.  These  heavily  relate  to  the  MF  and  the  UD  as  shown  in  the  canon  of  the  show.  In  occultism,  water  can  sometimes  represent  the  idea  of  “spirit  becoming  matter”.  The  MF  is  made  up  of  dark  colored  matter,  like  particles  of  dust.  Matter  is  energy  given  form.

We  also  have  the  concept  of  the  manifestation  of  spirit  in  “matter’  representing  evil,  which  is  a  whole  weird  complicated  metaphorical  thing  in  some  religions  but  its  interesting  to  note  that  the  MF  is  depicted  in  ST  as  a  type  of  animated  matter.  We  have  the  fact  that  moreover  this  is  a  dark,  fluid  mass,  likened  repeatedly  to  a  'shadow’.

Canonly,  we  have  relations  to  drowning  and  water  which  seem  connected  to  the  UD.  Will  describes  being  “possessed”  by  the  Mindflayer  as  basically  feeling  like  you’re  drowning.  The  imagery  used  when  Eleven  finds  Heather  just  before  she’s  “taken”  by  it is  similar,  she’s  pulled  down  through  the  “water”  into  the  darkness.  

This  is  also  laid  over  top  of  Will  describing  the  “possession”  in  that  similar  way. We  also  see  Eleven  waking  up  in  the  Upside  Down  and  coughing  up  water,  which  there  seems  to  be  no  physical  form  for  in  the  UD  otherwise  and  Eleven  was  no  where  near  water  when  she  transported  herself  to  the  UD.  The  gates  are  also  shown  "dripping"  as  if  wet,  again  despite  the  UD  having  no  bodies  of  water  present  and  only  one  of  the  gates  actually  existing  in  water.

Honestly,  there  is  A  LOT  OF  water  symbols/associations  particularly  with  the  Upside  Down, its  kind  of  intense.  I’ve  mentioned  some  things  before  but  in  occultism  and  esotericism  water  is  linked  with  things  like  psychic  abilities,  dreams,  visions,  other  planes,  emotions,  etc.  Water  and  mirrors  have  similar  associations  because  of  this  and  mirrors  are  another  big  aesthetic  theme  in  the  show. (coughshadowselfcough).  

Water  is  also  associated  with  chaos  and  darkness,  in  particular  the  “deep”  or  the  “void”.  As  we  understand  it  water  has  a  huge  role  in  life  and  creation  but  it  usually  only  takes  on  those  positive  qualities  particularly  in  mythology  when  its  directly  given  them  by  a  'benevolent’  presence.

Otherwise,  water  is  a  terrifying,  fluid,  formless  black  void  of  “chaos”.  Water  is  also  often  depicted  acting  as  a  portal  and  a  barrier  between  our  dimension  and  others  in  various  myth.  AGAIN we’ve  seen  multiple  times  when  characters  go  through  to  the  UD  they  cough  up  water.  This  was  seen  with  Barb  and again  El  in  particular.

Another  thing  to  add  is  the  mindflayer  is  described  often  as  “a  feeling.”  I’ve  mentioned  I  think  whatever  the  mindflayer  is  it  has  the  ability  to  manipulate  emotions  for  the  worst   and  this  is  HEAVILY  suggested  in  canon. Again  this  and  many,  many  other  things  surrounding  the  MF,  draws  heavy  reference  to  the  concept  of  shadow  self  for  me. Which  i  highly  suggest  everyone  looks  into  because  I  think  its  so  damn  important  to  everything  and  st  is  very  deeply  allegorical ( They reference Xmen so damn much for a reason ) but I'll just copy paste some things here for funsies;

"In analytical psychology, the shadow (also known as ego-dystonic complex, repressed id, shadow aspect, or shadow archetype) is an unconscious aspect of the personality that does not correspond with the ego ideal, leading the ego to resist and project the shadow. In short, the shadow is the self's emotional blind spot, projected (as archetypes—or, metaphorical sense-image complexes, personified within the collective unconscious); e.g., trickster. The collective unconscious, through a projective identification with uncertainty and feelings of helplessness, identifies with the figure of the Devil as the "fourth" aspect of the Pauline-Christian trinity, functioning as its grounding myth.  For instance, the ancient-Egyptian-devil Set "represents overwhelming affects". The collective shadow is ancestral (i.e., in-group and out-group: dehumanization; e.g., hate crime). The dissolution of the persona and the launch of the individuation process also brings with it "the danger of falling victim to the shadow ... the black shadow which everybody carries with him, the inferior and therefore hidden aspect of the personality" —resulting in a merger with the shadow. The dissolution of the persona and the launch of the individuation process also brings with it "the danger of falling victim to the shadow ... the black shadow which everybody carries with him, the inferior and therefore hidden aspect of the personality" — resulting in a merger with the shadow.  "it must be Jekyll, the conscious personality, who integrates the shadow ... and not vice versa. Otherwise the conscious becomes the slave of the autonomous shadow. No one should deny the danger of the descent, every descent is followed by an ascent and assimilation of — rather than possession by — the shadow becomes a possibility."

Moving back to the emotions,  the  mindflayer  feeds  on  and  is  drawn  to  those  negative  emotions  in  particular seemingly for this reason.  The  flayed  becoming  utterly  monstrous  when  “under  control”  makes  sense  because  if  it  amplifies  all  negative  emotions  like  rage  and  spite,  that  would  make  sense  for  why  the  flayed  get  such  an  extreme  spike  in  sadism  and  start  behaving  very  aggressively,  in  a  way  that  has  extremely  feral  /  demonic  undertones.

Moreover, when  the  MF  possesses  someone,  its  depicted  as  its  "original  form”.  It  shows  up  as  a  raging  storm  deep  inside  the  possessed  party.  This  storm  is  full  of  the  possessed  persons  most  painful  memories  and  feelings. 

We  are  shown  this  with  Billy  explicitly  and  I  also  want  to  add  that  Vecna’s  mindscape  is  shown  the  same  way. Vecna’s  mindscape  is  depicted  in  the  exact  same  way  as  the  “source”  inside  of  Billy,  with  the  significance  of  this  being its  where  the  victim  was  first  infected  by  the  Mindflayer.  

For  Billy  this  is  obviously  the  Brimborn  steelworks  factory.  For  Vecna  its  his  childhood  home. So back to me mentioning the mythological leviathan. All  this  relates  to  the  Leviathan  as  well  because  as  I  already  mentioned  the  Leviathan  is  a  god  of  chaos  and  associated  with  negative  emotions.  A  storm  is  symbolization  for  all  of  these  things -  chaos,  fear,  rage,  sadness,  etc,  and  its  not  strange  to  see  the  Leviathan  depicted  as  a  massive  coiling  serpent  in  a  raging  sea  with  a  thundering  storm  overhead. 

Again  this  is  all  further  connected  to  Levithan  in  the  sense  that  Levithan  is  the  demon  god  of  water.   Further,  the  MF  is  a  being  that  prefers  the  wet  and  the  dark  and  dry/hot  climates  are  dangerous  to  it.  

Moisture  is  also  something  thought  to  facilitate  decay  because  bacteria  responsible  for  decomp  need  moisture  to  thrive,  which  the  MF  has  also  been  related  to  heavily  directly  in  canon. To  continue  the  never-ending  similarities  we  have  the  fact  that  its  believed  the  Levithan  exists  in  a  realm  parallel  to  the  human  world  that  separates  the  human  world  from  "the  world  of  the  divine."  

This  can  relate  this  to  the  MF  and  UD  in  the  sense  that  UD  is  a  strange  plane  sitting  opposite  of  the  human  world  which  the  MF  was  “found”  within. We  also  have  the  fact  that  Leviathan  is  thought  to  be  responsible  for  generating  all  "evil”  into  the  human  world.  

( Theres  a  belief  that  it  was  the  Leviathan  that  corrupted  mankind  in  myth. In  some  depictions  rather  than it  being  Lucifer  that  shapeshifted  into  a  snake  and  offered  Eve  the  apple,  it  was  the  Leviathan  itself  that  did  this,  thus  corrupting  humanity. )  So  yeah,  like  the  element  of  water  that  Leviathan  rules  over,  it  is  associated  with  “emotions”  ( particularly  unpleasant  ones. )

Now on top of all that, because yeah, it keeps going, we  have  the  fact  that  Leviathan  is  heavily  associated  with  the  emotion  of  envy,  which  is  considered  to  be  the  most  toxic,  poisonous  emotion of all.  

We  have  the  fact  that  the  MF’s  presence  literally  rots  and  decays  things  it  comes  in  contact  with. We  have  been  canonly  shown  that  when  the  UD  /  Vecna  /  the  MF  interact  with  the  human  world,  extreme  rot  and  decay  of  their  surroundings  follows. Reference:  Vecna's  introduction  scene  with  Chrissy,  and  also  Max's  confrontation  with  Vecna  at  the  snowball  -  further,  the  entirety  of  season  2  depicting  the  rot  and  decay  of  the  environment  where  the  Mindflayer  was  making  contact.

Envy  has  long  been  associated  with  rot  and  decay.  Envy  is  also  represented  by  the  colour  yellow,  which  is  also  associated  with  poison,  madness  deceit  and  danger.  Green  and  Yellow  are  sometimes  used  interchangeably  in  this  way.  The  saying  “Green  with  Envy”  is  probably  the  most  popularized  but  its  a  regional  thing  because  “Yellow  with  Envy”  is  also  correct  again  depending  on  region.

Yellow  is  a  repeating  colour  in  Stranger  Things  and  its  the  particular  color  we  see  surrounding  the  MF  when  Henry  first  finds  it  in  the  UD.  Again  yellow  is  associated  with  things  like  poison/madness/envy/filth/rot/danger/deceit.  Yellow  ( Like  green )  is  used  to  represent  “bile”  and  in  ye  old  times  an  “envious”  person  was  thought  to  be  “filled  with  bile”.  

People  stricken  with  envy  were  also  depicted  as  pale  and  looking  sick  and  the  MF’s  victims  /  the  flayed  all  look  pale  and  sick.  And  they’re  “rotting.”  This  was  shown  with  Billy  in  the  sauna  scene  and  this  further  ties  together  all  the  rot/sickness/infection/poison/danger/deceit  aesthetics  in  the  MF. 

 We  also  have  the  fact  the  MF  is  named  the  MF  after  the  Mindflayers  in  DnD  which  are  evil  creatures  that  resemble  humanoid  octopi.  This  furthers  the  MF’s  sea  creature  likenesses.

The  Levithan  is  also  called  “the  great  devourer”  and  “Hellsmouth”.  Its  depicted  as  a  thing  that  feasts  upon  souls  and  even  as  a  literal  gateway  to  hell.  ( Also  mentioned  before  I  think  the  MF  takes  heavy  reference  from  IT / Deadlights ) There  is  a  lot  of  strange  digestive  type  of  imagery  with  the  way  the  MF / UD’s  presence  rots  things  as  if  consuming  them  with  the  weird  slimy  shit  that  appears  to  represent  saliva.  

We  also  have  the  fact  that  somehow  Vecna’s  powers  allowed  him  to  not  only  know  how  to  suck  out  souls  but  to  actively  engage  in  this  and  the  reason  how  he  knows  this  and  why  he  does  it  is  still  up  in  the  air,  though  it  seems  he  might  be  “feeding”  the  Mindflayer  in  a  way  and  that's  where  this  came  from. 

( This  could  also  very  much  play  into  DnD  Lore  regarding  liches  and  their  phylacteries  but  its  particularly  interesting  to  note,  Vecna,  as  a  lich  is  different  in  the  sense  he  doesn't  actually  seem  to  have  a  phylactery.  He's  unique  in  this  way.  Seemingly  he  has  his  connection  /  pact  with  the  Serpent  instead.  Yeah,  see  how  this  also  seems  to  Big  Relate  to  Henry  and  the  MF. )

 NOW  this  is  where  I  need  to  point  out  what  Nancy  claimed  to  see  in  the  vision  of  the  future  Vecna  gave  her.  Nancy  talks  about:  a  “dark cloud”  spreading  over  Hawkins  ( We  know  this  dark  cloud  is  the  most  “primitive”  form  of  the  MF,  essentially. ) But  Nancy  also  talks  about  “this  giant  creature…  with  a  gaping  mouth”  she  also  says  “And  this  creature  wasn’t  alone.  There  were  so  many  monsters.  An  army.”  

The  MFs  last  physical  avatar  in  Hawkins  was  a  horrifying  biomass  with  a  huge  gaping  mouth.  Its  very  likely  the  MF  has  another  similar  body  on  the  horizon. We  also  know  the  MF  as  a  collective  consciousness   does  in  fact  have  dominion  over  a  small  army  of  monsters.  

This  seems  to  be  the  role  we’ve  already  confirmed  the  Demo-creatures  to  play.  They’re  the  "foot  soldiers”  as  described  by  the  party,  just  like  Vecna  is  described  as  the  "general”.  Again  the  Leviathan  is  often  identified  as  the  “Hellmouth”  in  myth  which  is  described  as:

A Hellmouth, or the jaws of Hell, is the entrance to Hell envisaged as the gaping mouth of a huge monster, an image which first appeared in Anglo-Saxon art, and then spread all over Europe. It remained very common in depictions of the Last Judgment and Harrowing of Hell.

This  digestive  imagery  is  repeated  again  in  how  THE  THING,  a  creature  of  extreme  reference  in  ST  ( no  really  so  many  scenes  in  S2  and  particularly  3  are  direct  references  to  the  thing )  is  literally  a  living  digestive  system  that  bizarrely  doubles  as  womb,  allowing  it  to  replicate  its  victims  which  it  assimilates  into  itself.  Birthing / rebirth  imagery  is  also  present  with  the  MF  and  the  Upside  Down, which again links back to the water.  

Moreover, the  MF  is  shown  to  literally  'create’  things.  Horrible  abominations  which  are  extensions  of  itself,  but  its  apparently  creating  “life”  none  the  less.  Vecna’s  transformed body  and  form  seems to be  no  exception  to  this  and  he  claims in canon that  the  MF  made  him  what  he  is.

There  is  the  idea  of  the  Levithan  being  a  shapeshifter  of  sorts  and  related  to  things  such  as  possession,  and  multiple  consciousness.  The  mindflayer  has  a  fluid  body  that  it  can  change  shape,  the  mindflayer  is  able  to  literally  invade  bodies  and  apparently  can  assimilate  consciousness  within  itself  hence  being  known  as  a  'hive  mind’.

Once  again  as  I  mentioned  I  think  its  interesting  how  Will’s  painting  depicts  the  party  facing  off  against  a  multiple  headed  dragon. The  Leviathan's  size  is  also  suppose  to  be  massive,  just  like  the  MFs  “full”  form  is.

Another  fun  thing  to  mention  is  demonologists  and  witches  and  such  who  claim  to  have  some  kind  of  “astral”  encounters  with  the  Levithan  claim  that  it  is  associated  with  despair,  pain,  loneliness,  isolation,  desolation,  the  sea,  and  defense.

 They  say  its  colour  is  black  and  it  is  a  master  of  shadow  work.  Furthermore  and  even  more  interesting  still  its  thought  Levithan’s  “domain”  is  “a  desolate  and  dry  land  full  of  steep  canyons”  

( This  is  fascinating  given  the  fact  Leviathan  is  a  creature  of  water  which  feels  contradictory  and  also  relates  to  the  MF  given  it  is  also  a  creature  that  is  apparently  related  to  moisture  and  water  but  the  UD  was  shown  to  be  a  desolate  and  seemingly  "dry"  land  when  Henry  found  it.  Though  this  being  said  its  likely  that  the  UD  was  also  very  dark  save  for  the  light  from  the  MFs  own  storming  body  and  also  extremely  cold,  and  cold  and  dark  also  seem  to  be  extremely  important  here. )

I  personally  think  there's  way  too  many  weird  similarities  here  to  be  coincidental  but  they  don’t  end  here.  As mentioned, Vecna  and  Henry himself  is  be  related  to  this  same  kind  of  biblical  imagery  not  just  as  ‘the  devil’  but  as  the  messiah  and  the  prophet,  in  a  vaguely  inversion  anti-christ  kind  of  way. 

This  goes  back  to  Henry’s  childhood  and  his  time  in  the  Creel  house.  Vecna’s  visions  to  Nancy  show  something  strange  going  on  in  the  Creel  house  and  Henry  being  the  one  to  notice  and  be  most  affected  by  it.  (  Again  this  is  a  bit  more  detailed  in  the  headcanon / analysis  linked  on  my  pinned,  also  linked  above ) 

In  a  nutshell:   Nancy’s  entire  vision  of  Henry’s  childhood  given  to  her  by  Vecna  shows  us  a  boy  who  saw  something  no  one  else  did.  It  starts  with  little  Henry  curiously  walking  through  the  halls  of  his  house,  seemingly  following  the  strange  behaviors  of  the  lights  in  the  house  ( Season  1  call  back ).  We’re  then  shown  little  Henry  finding  a  nest  of  black  widow  spiders  in  a  vent.  This  leads  to  little  Henry  being  drawn  to  the  attic,  where  he  strangely  erects  a  shrine  to  the  spiders. 

Laid   over  top  of  this  we  have  Adult  Henry  explaining  that  he  found  a  “new  sense  of  purpose”  and  then  directly  relates  the  spiders  to  “gods”.  This  is  odd,  but  it  continues.  Henry  speaks  of  the  “Human  world”  disrupting  something’s  harmony,  the  harmony  of  the  spiders  that  he  has  already  called  gods  which  clues  as  to  the  fact  that  Henry  isn’t  talking  about  the  “human  world”  vs  the  “animal  world”  as  some  people  perceived  because  Henry  isn’t  talking  about  spiders  as  animals  at  all. 

He’s  talking  about  them  literally  as  gods  and  so  he’s  talking  about  something  else,  something  cosmic  and  divine  which  the  spiders  serve  as  an  avatar  for.  There  is  a  LOT  of  further  foreshadowing  to  this  in  Victor’s  flashback  as  well  which  is  suggesting  what  we’re  going  to  see  in  season  5  but  anyway  ━  we’re  also  aware  that  this  is  miraculously  where  Henry  is  given  his  powers.  Henry’s  powers  came  from  this  house  and  his  “connection”  with  whatever  was  in  it. 

But  I  need  to  pause  real  quick  and  talk  about  Rose  Red.  A  miniseries  by  Steven  King  which  while its never been mentioned, I'm  sure  the  D*ffers  took  inspo  from  surrounding  season  4  and  the  Creel  house, This  hasn't  been  mentioned  by  anyone  in  the  fandom  before  either  but  then  they  have  no  idea  how  anything  actually  relates  to  the  show  so  no  one  is  surprised.

In  summary,  Rose  Red  is  a  mansion  that  is  "Alive",  (  My  depiction  of  Henry  getting  the  book  called  "the  living  house"  about  insects  and  small  animals  is  a  nod  to  this  btw  )  it  is  highly  supernatural  and  malevolent  and  whats  more  is  it,  or  whatever  evil  unseen  entity  resides  in  the  mansion  begins  to  "favour"  a  young  autistic  psychic  called  "Annie"  who  likes  to  draw.

 Its  also  heavily  suggested  that  the  house  or  the  "evil  entity"  within  the  house  gave  Annie  and  the  other  psychics  their  powers.  It  also  seems  to  be  using  Annie  as  a  medium  at  times  and  is  known  for  creating  visual  and  auditory  illusions  to  fuck  with  its  victims.  

Might  I  also  mention  the  Creel  House's  defining  aspect  in  the  show  being  the  red  stained  glass  rose  on  the  door  and  you  know,  various  other  references  to  roses  and  plants.  In  Greek  and  Eypitan  myth,  roses  are  related  to  things  that  are  "hidden"  or  Secret,  with  the  saying  "sub  rosa"  or  "beneath  the  rose'  coming  from  this. So  this  is  also  relevant  to  the  MF  and  the  upside  down  but  I'll  come  back  to  this.

Henry’s  connection  with  the  MF  entity  can  be  kind  of  related  to  The  Father  ( God = The  mindflayer,  the  creator )  The  Son  ( Jesus =  Henry,  the  created )  and  the  Holy  Spirit  ( Vecna  =  the  result  and  the  action. )  or  “the  Father  who  begets,  the  Son  who  is  begotten,  and  the  Holy  Spirit  who  proceeds” 

Hawkins  has  already  headed  into  ruin  and  this  can  be  depicted  as  a  type  of  Apocalypse  both  in  its  popular  depiction  as  ‘the  end  of  the  world’  but  also  as  its  literary  depiction  as: 

“a literary genre in which a supernatural being reveals cosmic mysteries or the future to a human intermediary. The means of mediation include dreams, visions and heavenly journeys.

Henry  would  have  been  the  human  intermediary  here,  and  so  would  Nancy,  given  Nancy  is  the  one  Vecna  chose  to  receive  his  ‘vision’  of  Hawkin’s  future  destruction. We  also  have  the  “Last  judgement”  referenced  along  side  the  Hellmouth  depicted  in  art  like: 

The saved are led up to heaven, often shown as a fortified gateway, while the damned are handed over to devils who herd them down into hell on the right; the composition therefore has a circular pattern of movement. Often the damned disappear into a Hellmouth, the mouth of a huge monster.

The  strange  biblical  references  are  everywhere  though,  including  when  Henry  is  originally  sent  to  the  Upside  Down.  This  draws  reference  to  depictions  of  Jesus  discovering   the  devil  and  is  tempted  by  him  in  the  desert  depicted  often  in  the  temptation  of  Christ.  The  Upside  Down or whatever this is,  being  depicted  at  this  stage  as  a  huge,  baron  wasteland,  much  resembling  a  desert  and  for  this  reason  deserts  are  often  thought  of  and  portrayed  as  “cursed  lands”. 

Not  only  that,  but  Henry  can  be  heavily  related  to  the  Azazel  Goat,  considered  to  be  origins  of  the  “scapegoat”,  which  Henry  also  represents  particularly  as  a  child  but  essentially:  Henry  is  cast  into  the  Upside  Down  upon  being  judged  as  “evil”  by  a  naïve  Eleven,  due  to  his  righteous  rebellion  which  simultaneously  draws  reference  to  Lucifers  fall  from  heaven  and  Lucifer  himself  is  often  thought  of  as  the  original  scapegoat.  Like  the  shits  unending guys. 

To  continue, we’re  also  aware  that  the  D*ffers  took  a  lot  of  inspo  from  the  works  of  H.P  Lovecraft  which  I  think  is  also  quite  obvious and my favrioute shit ever.  As  a  result,  thats  a  major  place  I  like  to  take  inspo  from  as  well  and  I  heavily  relate  the  MF  to  the  entity  known  as  Azathoth  and  Vecna  on  a  slightly  lesser  extent  to  Azathoth’s  avatar,   Nyarlathotep.   Azathoth  is  a  powerful  “outer  god”  ( meaning  it  exists  between  dimensions )  said  to  have  created  the  multiverse,  the  nameless  mist,  and  darkness. 

Typically,  Azathoth  is  thought  of  as  so  powerful  that  the  “Great  Old  Ones”  can’t  destroy  him,  instead  they  can  only  put  him  in  a  sleep  like  state.  Also  due  to  Azathoth’s  constant  “dream-like”  state,  Azathoth  mostly  interacts  with  things  in  a  semi-subconscious,  psychic  manner.  Because  of  this,  it  tends  to  have  a  “demon  servant/messenger”,   its  own  “son,” a  fellow  ‘outer-god’  who  sometimes  ALSO  manipulates  Azathoth  in return:

“ Azathoth is sometimes portrayed as being similar to Lucifer from Christian theology, warring against the Elder Gods and being rendered blind and witless by them before being banished from creation by their magic. At some point in the future after the second coming of Nyarlathotep, Azathoth and his armies will return and all of the entire creation will be destroyed.  Despite being mindless, Azathoth does have a will of his own and commands his messenger and avatar, Nyarlathotep.

“Nyarlathotep is an evil Outer God who is seen as a shapeshifting agent of madness, chaos and ruin who serves the other Outer Gods, specifically his father, Azathoth, the Blind Idiot God, to whom he is subservient, fulfilling his wishes without question as his messenger and emissary, though he sometimes enjoys manipulating his master.

Some assert that the Daemon Sultan was not always an Idiot Chaos; instead, he lost his intellect and body in a great intercosmic battle, in which he may have been thrust entirely outside this dimension. Lovecraft referred to Azathoth in “The Whisperer in Darkness” (1931), where the narrator relates that he “started with loathing when told of the monstrous nuclear chaos beyond angled space which the Necronomicon had mercifully cloaked under the name of Azathoth”.

Beside  the  reasons  discussed  above  this  relates  to  the  MF  to  me  given  AGAIN  its  suggested  the  MF  psychically  communed  with  Henry  in  his  childhood  and  is  suggested  to  be  the  source  of  his  power  and  could  have  possibly  subconsciously  coached  him  given  Henry  suddenly  seemed  to  know  things  it  feels  odd  for  the  little  boy  in  the  50s  from  a  seemingly  ‘upstanding’  middle-upper  class  white  Christian  house  hold  to  be  knowing.  

And  as  I’ve  also  mentioned  in  other  headcanons,  I  think  there  could  be  a  parallel  here  to  when  Will  is  possessed  by  the  Mindflayer  in  season  2  where  he  talks  about  how  he  suddenly  knows  things,  things  that  he  didn’t  know  before  but  he  doesn’t  know  how  he  knows  them.  I  imagine  Henry  encountered  a  similar  phenomenon  when  he  was  linked  to  the  Mindflayer  entity  in  his  childhood,  which  may  have  even  came  with  similar  visions  of  it  to  what  Will  had.  

Henry  is  also  shown  to  “shape”  the  “formless  chaos”  of  the  MF  into  a  more  comprehensible  and  pleasing  form,  although  whether  or  not  this  was  Henry’s  idea  exclusively  or  possibly  more  subconscious  suggestion  from  the  MF  isn’t  entirely  clear  given  Henry’s  weirdly  accurate  childhood  drawing  and  the  other  things  I  detailed  about  Nancy’s  Vecna  vision /  Henry’s  childhood  scenes.  

None  the  less,  Vecna  could  certainly  be  seen  as  the  MF’s  ‘avatar,’  its  right  hand,  its  will,  its  messenger,  its  general,  the  once  human  intermediary.

On  the  flip  side,  the  MF  as  the  source  of  Henry’s  power  and  the  “MEANS”  for  his  transformation  from  human  to  lich-demi-god  is  also  his  vehicle  for  his  “revenge”  against  the  world  that  wronged  him  so  terribly  and  so  repeatedly.  So  in  this  way  their  relationship  to  very  symbiotic  and  not  one  sided  at  all,  nor  the  behavior  of  a  single  intelligent  consciousness  as  the  fandom  seems  to  have  brought  for  whatever  reason.  

I  also  think  the  descriptions  of   “nuclear”  relates  to  the  MF  in  the  sense  that  its  probably  likely  we  can  consider  the  MF  as  the  “center”  of  the  Upside  Down  and  the  “hub”  of  the  hive-mind,  the  central  MOST  IMPORTANT  part  of  “the  group”,  forming  the  basis  for  its  activity  and  growth,  just  like  an  actual  nucleus.

 And  IF  Henry  is  the  “brain”  perse,  then  I  think  it  can  be  inferred  that  the  MF  is,  in  this  way,  “the  heart”  and  both  are  playing  near  ‘equal’  roles  in  the  body  of  the  UD  and  its  invasion  into  Hawkins.

( Although I  think  these  rolls  could  easily  be  swapped  depending  on  how  you  define  them. Personally,  i  would  probably  say  Vecna  is  more  the  heart,  given  his  human  connections  while  the  Mindflayer  would  be  more  the  brain,  the  thing  that  ultimately  controls  everything. )  

Because  once  again,  I  think  its  worth  noting  the suggestion  found  in  Will’s  painting  that  the  big  bad  the  party  are  facing  off  against  is  a  beast  with  MORE  THAN  ONE  HEAD.  The  multiple  headed  hydra  dragon.

 In  conclusion,  as  far  as  headcanon  goes  for  me  right  now,  yeah,  the  MF  heavily represents  Azathoth  and  is  heavily  inspired  by  it  so  thats  a  thing  that  factors  into  my  writings  and  HCs.  I  don’t  refer  to  it  as  Azathoth  directly,  but  it  is  sometimes  referred  to  as  a  ‘blind   god’  and  other  similar  aesthetics  but  most  often  we  just  call  it  "the Shadow"  like  canon  does  because  thats  mad  juicy.  I  also  refer  to  it  as  "the  shape"  at  times  too  in  homage  to  the  Holloween  Universe  and  the  ferences  to  it  in  canon.

On  the  topic  of  inspirations  though,  TO  ADD  TO  THIS,  I  feel  extremely  compelled  to  also  mention  that  SWAMP  THING  was  another  big  source  of  inspiration  for  Vecna and this is also canon from the D*ffers. In  SWAMP  THING  we  learn  about  various  cosmic  / elemental  energy  forces  who  select  human  avatars  to  do  their  bidding. 

These  cosmic  forces  are  typically  portrayed  as  super  intelligent  HIVE  MINDS,  and  while  SWAMP  THING  himself  is  the  Avatar  of  “The Green”  another  cosmic  force  and  hivemind  of  the  Swamp  Thing  /  DC  universe  is  “The  Black”  or  “The  Rot”,  which  has  ridiculous  similarities  to  The  Mindflayer. 

In  particular  the  physical  embodiment  of  The  black/The  Rot”  is  displayed  as  a  black  energy  cloud  thundering  with  red  lighting  hovering  over  a  pit  of  decay,  a  scene  nearly  identical  to  the  scene  in  season  4  when  Henry  discovers  the  Mind  Flayer  in  the  UD. 

Beside  this ?  I think  its  also  worth  mentioning  the  universe  of  the  Evil  Dead.  I personally take inspo from the Evil dead, particularly  the  entity known as the  Kandarian  Demon  ( Depicted  as  an  extremely  powerful,  evil  cloud-like  entity  that  has  also  been  likened  to  some  from  of  Azathoth )  and  the  Deadites,  which,  honestly,  carry  strong  similarities  to  the  flayed f or  me  given  they  are  humans  and  other  creatures  who  have  been  heavily  possessed/corrupted  by  the  'evil'  of  the  Kandarian  demon  and  the  "hive  mind"  the  "evil"  functions  and  presents  as.

However,  lets  now  talk  about  the  upside  down  and  my  thoughts  on  that.   Warning,  if  you  thought  I  was  insane  before,  its  getting  worse  from  here !

Back  to  the  "roses".  There  is  repeated  imagery  in  the  Creel's  house  of  flowers  /  plants,  again  most  obviously  the  symbolic  front  door  is  the  stained  glass  rose,  but  we  also  see  floral  and  rose  patterns  on  other  things  like  cushions  and  such,  and  we've  already  had  the  Mindflayer  and  its  bizarre  physical  manifestations  (  The  vines,  the  spores,  the  weird  bulbs,  etc  )  related  to  plants  and  "flowers"  on  more  than  one  occasion.  

What  do  I  think  this  means ?  Well,  I  can't  say  for  certain  but  basically  I'll  just  cut  right  to  it:  I  think  the  entire  upside  down  is  some  kind  of  living  thing  and  thats  what  I've  been  going  with in my personal writings.

AND  I  KNOW  THIS  SOUNDS  CRAZY.  But  the  other  thing  that  is  very  noticeable  about  The  Upside  Down  to  me  is  that  it  has  disturbing  digestive  properties  once  again  something  the  D*ffer  brothers  have  made  sure  to  reference  in  just  about  every  fucking  season  in  some  way  with  multiple  homages  and  even  having  characters  talk  about  it  directly  is  The  Thing.

If  you're  not  a  massive  horror  fan  or  big  nerd  like  me  you  might  not  know  exactly  how  that's  relevant  or  might  just  think  yeah  haha  alien  monster  BUT  NO  the  significance  here  is  "the  thing"  is  a  fragment  of  a  cosmic  entity  who  A)  Started  out  life  looking  like  a  spider,  and  spiders  /  spider  webs  are  another  massively  symbolic  thing  here,  B)  is  suggested  to  be  part  of  a  larger  organism  and  C)  assimilates  other  organisms  into  itself  creating  a  type  of  "hivemind",  its  body  is  literally  a  digestive  system  that  disturbingly  doubles  as  a  womb  which  is  how  its  able  to  'replicate'  its  victims.

So  we  have  that.

Now  put  that  with  how  the  UD  "rots"  whatever  it  comes  in  contact  with.  Almost  like  its  digesting  it.  Further  put  that  with  how  much  imagery  in  the  Upside  Down  calls  reference  to  a  living  organism.  (  The  capillary-like  growths,  which  can  also  appears  web-like,  the  weird  saliva  like  slime,  the  production  of  spores,  etc  )  and  how  often  the  UD  and  the  mindflayer  have  been  related  to  things  like  infection  and  bacteria  more  than  once.  And  how  a  lot  of  this  relates  to  things  like  mould.  

In  fact,  just  about  everything  in  the  UD  can  resemble  some  type  of  mould.  It  also  appears  to  have  sporocarp  properties  would  actually  explain  the  ""eggs""  from  season  one,  which  could  literally  be  "fruit"  from  the  fruiting  body.

Typically,  mould  is  a  living  thing,  its  fungi  and  for  a  long  time  fungi  was  classified  as  a  type  of  plant  due  to  its  behaviors  and  characteristics.  I  don't  know  where  the  Duffers  are  going  to  go  with  this  exactly  BUT  PERSONALLY  this  makes  the  most  sense  to  me  and  is  where  I'm  going  with  it in my writing,  leaning  very  heavily  into  the  eldritch  horror  aesthetic.  

The  Shadow,  or  the  Mindflayer,  is  its  nucleus,  in  a  bizarre,  metaphysical  type  of  way.  Now  for  the  demo-creatures  ?  They  could  go  two  ways  here.  One  being  they're  the  natural  defense  system  of  the  UD,  kind  of  like  a  freaky  immune  system,  or  the  other  being  they  were  invading  'pests'  that  were  'tamed'  to  be  used  as  a  defense  system.  

The  reason  for  the  second  interpretation  is  that  they  seem  to  be  hostile  toward  Vecna  in  the  VR  game  but  this  isn't  shown  in  canon  so  far  and  we  don't  know  if  the  VR  game  is  gonna  be  considered  actual  canon.  That  being  said,  they  could  have  simply  perceived  Vecna  as  a  threat  in  the  beginning  as  a  "foreign  entity"  until  they  realized  he  was...  "Meant"  to  be  there,  so  to  speak.

And while we don't know if this is gonna be reflected in canon it does play a  part  in  my  canon  because  it  not  only  explains  how  the  UD  came  to  mirror  Hawkins  but  it  also  explains  why  Vecna  himself  wasn't  present  for  the  first  2-3  seasons.  

We've  already  had  it  explained  to  us  that  psychics  like  Eleven  and  Henry  are  like  batteries  and  they  can  exhaust  themselves.  The  VR  game  seems  to  show  Vecna  "shaping"  the  UD  as  Hawkins.  If  Vecna  reshaped  an  entire  dimension,  which  yeah,  I'm  sorry  but  no  one  else  could  do  that  and  fandom's  Will  theory  is  stupid  because  do  I  love  Will  ?  Yes  !  But  do  I  believe  he  has  powers  anywhere  near  that  caliber  ?  No  !

 Further,  its  pretty  obvious  Will's  powers  are  his  perception  of  the  hivemind,  moreover,  the  UD  looked  like  Hawkins  when  Will  got  there  after  Henry,  yet  it  didn't  look  like  Hawkins  when  Henry  got  there  before  Will.  Like  come  on,  its  obvious  who  influenced  the  appearance  of  the  UD.  But  yeah,  anyway,  after  that  Vecna  probably  needed  a  rest.

Which  would  also  explain  why  Vecna  literally  tells  Eleven  that  basically  the  reason  he's  around  and  could  open  his  own  gates  is  because  of  her  power  being  absorbed  by  the  Mindflayer  proxy  in  season  3,  which  was  apparently  transferred  to  Vecna,  restrengthening  him  or  awakening  him  or  whatever  you  want  to  say.  And  this  also  calls  back  to  Will  explaining  that  Mindflayer  only  "activates"  its  "victims"  when  it  "needs"  them.

Since  I  love  being  crazy  though as you can already tell,  I've  decided  I'm  not  waiting  for  the  D*ffer  brothers  to  confirm  anything  so  if  they  blunder  this  I  wont  be  as  annoyed  if  I  just  lay  claim  to  the  crazy and just go off doing my own shit which is what I'm doing  so

 I'VE  gone  ahead  and  confirmed  a  few  things  myself  for  my  canon  which  might  end  up  separated  from  the  d*ffers  canon  depending  on  how  they  handle  things,  (  but  so  far  I  gotta  say  things  are  looking  good  )  as  detailed  in  this  post.