#andy: monster mash

[mortemoppetere]

TIMING: current. PARTIES: @declinlalune & @mortemoppetere SUMMARY: when emilio bites off more than he can chew, andy is there to save his ass... whether he wants her to or not. CONTENT WARNINGS: references to parental death & sibling death, implied suicide ideation

He’d fucked up. It was all Emilio could think as he scrambled out into the street, arm wrapped loosely around his ribs. He’d been in Gallows Grove taking care of a spawn outbreak, so lost in the repetitive motion of dusting spawn after spawn that he hadn’t registered that they weren’t the only thing in the cemetery that night. If he’d been more aware of his surroundings, the qutrub wouldn’t have posed nearly as much of a threat. He could have taken it out without much issue, gone on with his night as normal. But he was distracted. And bad things happened when hunters were distracted.

Case in point… this. The damn thing had jumped him long before he realized it was there, spotting a lone man in its area as it dug up the shallow, unkept graves and figuring it could treat itself to a fresher meal. Emilio didn’t even know how long it had tracked him before attacking, and he was kicking himself for it now. His mother, if she could see him like this, would be disappointed.

Though if he didn’t make it back to Axis quickly, she’d probably be seeing him soon.

It was luck that had allowed him to throw up an arm just as the qutrub’s jaws came down on him, getting a bite taken out of his forearm instead of his throat. His luck had mostly run out there, though. With a bit more, maybe he could have avoided the claws that dug into his gut, or the weight that had bruised his ribs at the very least. He hadn’t even managed to kill the thing. It was all he could do to get away with at least some of his blood still in his body, scrambling out of the cemetery and into the desolate streets with a bloody trail behind him. He knew it was still coming for him; he could feel it. And with his wounds bleeding profusely, he wasn’t sure he’d make it all the way home before collapsing. Eaten by qutrub wasn’t exactly how he’d envisioned himself going out.

He stumbled as he took his next step, struggling to keep his feet underneath him. For once, his bad knee wasn’t the thing giving him trouble — the adrenaline coursing through him and the fact that his other injuries were causing him far more pain than his leg was helping with that. Not that it’d do him much good, of course. He could still barely stand, was still struggling to walk. It just happened to be for a different reason than it typically was. It’d get him just as dead either way.

So focused on moving forward and outrunning the qutrub for as long as he possibly could, Emilio didn’t see the other person on the sidewalk until he practically ran them over, the unexpected collision more than enough to finally take his feet out from under him. He groaned as he landed, gritting his teeth against the pain as he tried to get back up. “You should run,” he ground out, accent heavier than it normally might be and speech slurred. “Get inside someplace.”

—

Alone time was hard to come by, and while Andy hadn’t ever really had it before moving to Wicked’s Rest, she had learned to enjoy it. Kaden moving into their cabin wasn’t an issue, not really. But with the way all of their schedules seemed to always collide made it hard for Andy to find time for herself. The small time in which they didn’t overlap, Andy was often stuck with getting dinner ready, or falling asleep sideways on her bed after a long shift at the bakery. 

So she had taken it upon herself to get to know the town. Considering what had happened with the fissures in the mines, it may have been a stupid decision, but Andy knew that being aware of what was going on in the town she had moved her sister into was smarter than going in blissfully unaware. Sure, it’d been four years, but still. There was always room to learn. 

Andy had visited Hollow Point Armory with the intention of only restocking some of the repellent she had burned through. Instead, she walked out with a new flashlight and what had been advertised as a mega lock in addition to the repellent. 

Andy had parked a few blocks away from Hollow Point, her thought process being that of more alone time. That thought, however, would come crashing down on her as soon as she rounded the corner. Now, further away from the cluttered storefronts, she was left to the darkness, as well as to the telltale creeping feeling of something that had been drilled into her to recognize. Too focused on the feeling creeping up the back of her neck, she missed the sounds of boots against cement, and then— 

The bag fell to the ground and Andy let out a yelp as she fell backwards, elbows digging into the pavement in an attempt to keep herself somewhat upright. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she felt her breath catch in her throat. Had this person just been attacked by a wolf? Was he what she was sensing? If that were the case, he was already a wolf, not just newly bitten. He spoke quickly, and it was obvious, even beneath the barely lit moonlight, he was hurt. She should help. She should help. Andy got to her feet quickly, holding out a hand for him. If he was hurt, or if he’d just been bitten and the wolf was after him, she would— she could tell him what came next, prepare him, maybe. Help him, even. But before she could get the words out, a snarl erupted from the darkness. 

The figure stood on all fours, and even though she had to squint to make out its base shape, she could tell right away what it at least resembled. Andy felt frozen as recognition bloomed over her features. It was a wolf— no, more grotesque than that. She wracked her brain, hopeful to remember exactly what she was looking at. Could it have just been sick? Before she could think for much longer, it reared itself. “Watch out!” Andy screamed as the creature threw itself towards the man. She grabbed his arm forcefully, dragging him out of harm's way with ease. 

—

It was dizzying, that fall to the ground. Disorienting in a way that was concerning, debilitating in a way that gave pause. He’d lost blood. Maybe too much blood, maybe an amount that would see him becoming this thing’s dinner in a matter of minutes. Getting back up was a goddamn struggle, but he refused to accept the hand that was offered to him. Emilio had never been one to take help. It wasn’t the way he’d been raised, wasn’t how he’d been taught. If you couldn’t take care of yourself, you deserved whatever came for you. 

And there was certainly something coming now. 

He heard the snarl and cursed, managing to get his feet back underneath him just as the thing leapt out from the shadows. That would have been the end of things, had he been alone. He was too out of it to move properly, too battered to think with enough clarity to get himself out of the way. But there were hands on his arm, there was a force pulling him out of the beast’s path with a strength that didn’t match the small frame he’d collided with. He blinked, squinting against hazy vision as he tried to make them out. Red hair, freckles. Not a familiar face, but he hadn’t expected one. It was just a well-meaning stranger. A well-meaning stranger he’d end up getting killed, if he couldn’t convince her to leave.

“I’m okay,” he breathed, though it clearly wasn’t true. “You go. This thing isn’t — It is more dangerous to you than it is to me. Okay? I can handle this.” Blood dripped from his arm and onto the concrete. There was a shuffle from the shadows as the qutrub circled them both. It wasn’t a complete lie, what he told her; slayers and rangers were immune to the effects of the qutrub’s bite, but humans weren’t. If she were bitten, odds were there’d be another qutrub running around Wicked’s Rest. Emilio wasn’t about to let that happen. At least if this thing killed him, the worst the town would have to deal with was another rotting corpse.

—

Andy sucked in a deep breath as she attempted to steady herself and the stranger. The creature had rolled to the side after miscalculating its lunge and all Andy could make sense of was the creeping feeling all over her skin and the words that the man spoke. “The fuck? Obviously you’re not okay, you’re covered in blood, and—“ She held onto his arm firmly, careful to avoid the bite marks, “you got fucking bit.” So she’d been right about at least one thing. 

The sound of claws against concrete sent another chill down Andy’s spine and she turned around to stare at the being. Now, with it in closer proximity, Andy could tell it wasn’t your typical werewolf, but it still resembled one enough that for a moment, all she could see was Alex. She swallowed thickly and glanced towards the bag of supplies she had dropped. 

If she could get to it, she could spray the repellent and at least temporarily blind it, and then maybe— 

What Andy now identified as a qutrub leapt again, this time grazing her shoulder with its claw as she shoved herself out of the way. She let out another yelp as she turned quickly, planting her feet firmly against the ground. She glanced over her shoulder and dove for the bag, recognizing it may be her only chance since the creature was distracted with the smell of the man’s blood. 

—

Nothing about this was particularly funny, but Emilio laughed anyway. Blood loss did that to a guy sometimes, didn’t it? He leaned against the woman a little without really meaning to, tilting his head and allowing his ringing ears to pick up on the sound of the qutrub shuffling around so he could keep track of where it was. “I am covered in blood very… often.” He struggled to find the right word for a moment, nodding to himself when he’d settled on it. Right. He was doing great here. No help needed, really.

Looking down at the bite mark on his arm, Emilio snorted again, nodding his head. “I did,” he confirmed. “But it’ll be all right. Won’t hurt me.” Not the way it would hurt someone who didn’t have the advantage of being a hunter, at least. Sure, he was bleeding heavily, but he was in no danger of turning into a qutrub himself. Little victories, as it was.

The beast leaped forward again, and the woman jumped out of the way just in time. While he’d been a little glib before, Emilio turned serious now. “Don’t let it bite you,” he warned. “Humans aren’t immune.” Normally, he wouldn’t have been so open about the situation, but… It was a little late for subtlety now, wasn’t it? And he was probably going to be dead in a few minutes, anyway, so fuck it. “I can distract it while you run, ¿sí?”

—

Andy ripped into the bag, tearing at the plastic knot she had tied. Patience running thin, she eventually ripped into the side of it. As she got back to her feet with the repellent in one hand, the flashlight in the other, she finally began to process the man’s words. What did he mean— Oh. 

So he knew what this was that was after them, and he knew how to handle it— knew that he wouldn’t be turned by the bite. It meant he was either a slayer or a ranger. A warden wouldn’t stand a chance against something like this. 

He spoke again and all Andy could do was scoff. Leave it to a bleeding out man to play hero. Typical. “Again, the fuck? Absolutely not.” The last thing she was going to do was leave him here alone, and while she knew there was no hope for the qutrub and coaxing out its humanity, she could maybe get it out of the neighborhood. Maybe she wouldn’t need to see its blood spilled tonight. Perhaps if it looked a little less like Alex in her shifted form, Andy wouldn’t have such a hard time, but every time she caught sight of it, it reminded her of her little sister when the moon was swollen in the sky. 

She uncapped the repellent and sprayed haphazardly into the area where the qutrub stood. Andy started to cough as the foggy mixture blew back into her face and she turned her head to the side, clicking the flashlight on. It was more of a floodlight than anything, really, but it illuminated the qutrub. Even while squinting, Andy could make out every detail of the beast. It looked less like Alex beneath this light, but there was still the present sinking feeling in her stomach. 

The qutrub backed up on its hind legs, a visceral howl building in its chest as it began to swipe at its eyes. 

—

The woman was fumbling with a plastic bag instead of running, and Emilio took a moment to wonder why everyone in this goddamn town was so fucking stubborn. She was going to get herself killed trying to save a man who didn’t much care if he was saved or not, and it wasn’t going to matter. He was in no shape to make it home now; after the qutrub inevitably tore through her with the same ease she was using to tear through that bag, it’d finish Emilio off, too. And then where would they be? Him a corpse, her likely a qutrub herself off to tear through the next unsuspecting, stubborn Wicked’s Rest resident. 

“It’s going to kill us both,” he said plainly, as if there was some chance she might not realize that her stubbornness was a terminal thing. “This is not a thing you can reason with. And I can’t keep it from killing you like this.” He couldn’t keep it from killing him, either, but that seemed far less important. Whatever she had in that bag, it wasn’t going to be enough to —

— Wait. Repellent? 

Emilio watched with a furrowed brow as she sprayed the can in his direction, making a face and lifting his arm up to cover his nose and mouth with a bloody sleeve. He ducked his head out of the cloud with a cough that hurt his aching midsection, wrinkling his nose in distaste. Before he could comment on the move, she was holding up a bright flashlight in the qutrub’s direction. A lucky guess, or did she know that it was sensitive to the light? He was beginning to lean more towards the latter.

The beast howled, disoriented by both the light and the repellent. If not for the scent of Emilio’s blood in the air so heavy that it was almost impossible to breathe around, the qutrub might have scampered off. But it was relentless now, wanted to finish what it started. With another howl that sounded almost angry, it swiped a claw towards Emilio and the woman, clearly attempting to knock the flashlight and spray can from her hands even if it likely didn’t understand why. Animals were single-minded like that; they didn’t stop to wonder why at thing was hurting them, only took moves to make the hurt stop. 

—

Andy’s gaze was fixed on the qutrub. Blood covered its snout and claws, and bits of what she could only assume were the man’s sweater hung off of its talons. It had its own scars which ran all the way down its chest. Andy had to wonder, who had this person been before they were turned into this? Were they a face on a milk carton? Was there somebody, somewhere, who missed them terribly? Somebody who held on hope that they would come home? Even with her questions that would go unanswered, Andy knew there would be no bringing this person back home. After all, there was no cure for this– for any of it. 

She could hear the man speaking, and though Andy wished to tell him to fuck off and let her help, the command was lost in her throat as soon as the beast leapt again. It swiped its enormous paw, its talons like razors against Andy’s hand as it slapped the flashlight away. It clattered to the ground a few feet away, illuminating an empty lot of weeds and half-dead trees. 

Andy had her butterfly knife– silver, wedged into the inside pocket of her jacket. Did she think it would take something down of this size? No. Did she want to take the qutrub down? No. But it would hurt others if they let it leave, and Andy knew that– knew once again, there’d be no bringing this being back to the forefront of its mind. That this was not Alex– burning orange hair, a sprinkle of freckles spackled across her face as if it’d been a flick of a paint brush, as if an accident. But it had been somebody’s someone. Somebody’s sibling, somebody’s child– lover, possibly– they had been their own person before this happened to them. 

She took a deep breath as she leapt out of the way once it lunged again, this time letting out an unsettling scream as it caught her shoulder with its claws. Andy felt the burn of claw against flesh– something she had forgotten, funnily enough, and yelled at the man through gritted teeth. “Grab the flashlight!” 

—

For all that she knew about the thing’s weaknesses, the woman didn’t seem particularly interested in exploiting them. She’d been quick with the flashlight and the repellent, sure, but when the qutrub came in close, when it lunged for her again, she just… froze. Looked at it with some unreadable expression on her face, some haunted look. Not like she was seeing a ghost, exactly, but like she was seeing part of one. Like she was seeing something that wasn’t quite there, but might be, someday. It was the kind of expression Emilio had seen a thousand times. On Juliana, on Rhett, in the mirror. 

It was the kind of look a hunter might have.

That would make sense, given the way she carried herself. She knew what the qutrub was weak to, she was carrying repellent, she knew how to fight. In a town like Wicked’s Rest, it wasn’t exactly rare to meet another hunter on the street. Part of Emilio felt some hesitation towards her at the thought. If she heard his last name, would she recognize it? Would she put two and two together, connect the almost-corpse he was now with the one that should be rotting in a hole in Mexico? There’d been a time when he’d trusted other hunters without question, but he wasn’t sure that was the case anymore. Not after the massacre. Not after Lucio.

But for the moment, there was little other option available to him. He could trust this maybe-hunter or he could die here, throat torn out by a beast that would go on to terrorize more people after his death. Steeling himself, Emilio decided that working with her was his only option for now. Stumbling forward, he grabbed the flashlight and pointed it back to the beast, eliciting another cry from its lungs. “I’ve got… silver. In my pocket.” He fumbled for it with the hand not holding the flashlight — the hand attached to the mangled, bleeding arm, the hand with the fingers that were quickly going numb. He managed to wrap those fingers around the silver knife, but it slipped from his grip and clattered to the concrete, the handle sticky with his blood. “Puta madre, pinche estúpido… I’m gonna throw you the flashlight so I can get the knife.” In his addled mind, it was the option that made the most sense regardless of the fact that his aim was going to be incredibly off, regardless of the fact that the flashlight was the only thing keeping the qutrub from killing them both at the moment, regardless of the fact that a badly injured man with a single silver knife might not be the best option to take down a beast of this magnitude. Emilio had never been the planning type.

—

The man obeyed her command and Andy allowed herself to feel an ounce of superiority. After all, he was the one bleeding profusely. Her shoulder would heal in a matter of days. As for him, there was no telling how long it’d take his arm to fix itself up. She wasn’t sure when she had thoughtlessly connected the fact that he, like her, knew exactly what they were dealing with. Andy couldn’t place his strengths, at least, not until he spoke again, the flashlight illuminating the beast– acting to keep the big bad monster at bay. Andy could see where the knife should go, could feel herself doing it– could see her father doing it, her mother. 

She could see the talons, too, how if it had been back in Tennessee, they’d rip into her mother’s chest, and then her father’s, and then– 

The knife fell to the ground and Andy stood, frozen for a split second, and if in that second either she or this man were to die, she would never forgive herself. She would haunt the hell out of this qutrub, if possible– though, maybe not the best idea given its disposition. 

“Fuck!” Andy shoved forward, ignoring the way that the stranger tried to scramble for the knife. The flashlight’s beam was lopsided now, only half pointed towards its face– it’d regain its composure and it’d kill them in a matter of seconds if she didn’t act. 

Every fiber of Andy’s being was telling her to turn, to run, to give this being another chance. But this was not Alex. Once the sun had risen, this creature would not return to its human form. Something before it had damned them, and though it was not its fault, Andy knew that if she didn’t put an end to it, it would do a hell of a lot worse to somebody else than it’d done to either herself or the man behind her. 

The hilt of the knife felt at home in her palm as well as foreign– cold, sticky with the man’s blood. She wanted to drop it, to cleanse herself of her own damnation, to plead for forgiveness to the idea of Alex and what it could mean if she followed through, but she wasn’t ready to die here. 

So Andy did what she had to– she plunged the knife into the neck of the creature, dragging it across. The noise it made caused Andy’s stomach to turn over, but she had little time to focus on that. The qutrub desperately clawed at the air, and Andy didn’t move in time, causing her to be knocked to the ground at least a foot away from where it stood. She looked up in her own desperation to watch as its blood slid down its throat and chest. 

—

If he were in better shape, Emilio would have seen the wheels turning in the stranger’s head. He didn’t like people, but he was good at figuring out what their next move might be. It was one of the many things his mother had drilled into him as a kid, one of the lessons that she’d made sure would stick with drastic measures. After all, a good amount of the things they fought had been people, once. Hundreds of years ago, sometimes, and with such little humanity left, but still just enough for their thoughts to reflect in their features. 

The woman in front of him was no different. If he weren’t bleeding, if his head weren’t spinning, if the adrenaline that had been keeping him on his feet weren’t fast-fading, Emilio would have recognized that horror in her face, or the slight hesitation that wasn’t fear but was something else entirely. She didn’t want to kill this thing. Later, he might be able to look back at this moment and understand that. But right now? Right now, all that registered was the way she crouched down, the way she scooped up his knife, the way she moved. 

He didn’t realize he’d dropped the flashlight’s beam until the monster moved again, didn’t realize his arm was flagging until it was too late to do anything to stop it. The flashlight seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, like holding it upright was utterly impossible, but it didn’t matter. The woman, the maybe-hunter, the stubborn asshole who refused to leave Emilio to his fate, the stranger had his knife. She was moving, she was burying it into the creature's throat, she was flying through the air.

Emilio watched her with a strange detachment, incapable of fully following the fight in his current state. She hit the ground behind him, and he stared for a moment before an anguished howl drew his attention away from her. The qutrub, rage and pain and something like grief etched into its features, charged towards him. All Emilio could do was watch as it dug at the ground, stomped its feet, and… collapsed. Another howl, echoing and mournful and so close to human that it was jarring. And then, a silence so sudden that it was jarring. Emilio took a deep, rattling breath, looking at the creature’s corpse for a moment before moving to the ground in a way that was half sitting, half collapsing. “Chingados,” he muttered, closing his eyes. “I need a fucking drink.”

—

The qutrub on its own was nightmare fuel, but Andy subconsciously likening it to Alex’s wolf-like form she’d now seen too many times to count, was enough to stir something in her that could be paralleled with grief. Only it was not Alex on the ground. This was somebody she did not know– somebody she would have never known. Even if there’d been some way to reverse what had happened, would they have come back to their mind in a way that was not inhibited by all of the things that they’d done? 

Its screams had been too human for Andy to disengage from the idea that there was something left behind, despite the horror of it all. She watched as the blood pooled beneath its body, and then she looked to the stranger who was also still losing blood. To help a human– a fellow hunter, as it was, was what her parents would have pressed her to do. The ache in her shoulder, and really, her entire body, was a welcome relief to the things that had begun to run in her mind. 

If she’d been alone, she would have sobbed. 

“You need medical attention.” Andy didn’t recognize her own voice as it came out– robotic, detached. “Can you walk?” As she got to her feet, Andy ignored the pain that shot through her shoulder. She tried her best to keep her gaze from lingering on the qutrub for too long, too afraid that it may have shifted back to reveal who’d really been beneath the beast. As to who would take care of the body, Andy wasn’t sure. She hadn’t been in this position yet in Wicked’s Rest. Back in Tennessee, it was also their duty to dig shallow graves for the sake of concealing the supernatural world from those who had too many questions. 

If the man were in better shape, Andy might have told him to help her in burying the qutrub, but he did need medical attention, and badly. “My jeep is down the street.” 

—

The horror of being a slayer came in the knowledge that most of the things you fought had been human once. Nothing was born undead; it wasn’t a natural part of life the way shifters or fae were. Human screams coming from inhuman throats were the kind of thing you had to get used to eventually if you wanted any shot of making it. Emilio couldn’t remember the first time he’d heard something like this, couldn’t recall the first moment he’d had to face that realization that the monster he’d killed might not have always been a monster. It had always been a part of what he’d done. And there were days when he envied the rangers and the wardens, who mostly took out things that were born as they were. Rangers had wolves and lamia who might have started off as human beings, sure, but even they could be born that way. And fae looked human, but they never had been. 

The undead were different.

So he wasn’t phased by it, that all-too-human scream that echoed through the streets. He wasn’t affected by it, wasn’t bothered. But she was. He could see it in her stance, in the way her shoulders tightened. Even half-dead, Emilio was a detective. He could tell when someone was struggling with something, and she was. He wondered what that horror was for. Was it because this was the first almost-human thing she’d killed, or because it wasn’t? Was this grief because that scream was an unfamiliar sound, or because she knew it as well as the syllables of her own name? Both options seemed likely. When you were a hunter, ignorance wasn’t bliss so much as it was another brand of horror. He knew that.

He must have been pretty out of it, because he didn’t realize she was speaking to him until about the third word. Something about attention and walking and — oh. She was still in this, then. Not going to fuck off and let him drag his way back home on his own without an argument he didn’t have the energy to waste on. That was annoying. “I can walk just fine,” he grumbled, though he made no move to get to his feet just yet. The concrete wasn’t as uncomfortable as it looked. It might have actually been softer than his mattress. He should probably look into that, actually. “I don’t need your jeep. I can patch myself up just fine. Appreciate the assist there, but no necesito nada mas. You can go back to… whatever you were doing. Before.” Walking? She’d been walking, hadn’t she? Or standing? Something like that. Christ, it seemed like a thousand years ago now, which… Was probably not the best sign. Goddamn qutrub fucker had really done a damn number on him. 

—

Andy watched the man carefully, rolling her eyes at the way he refused her help. If he hadn’t collided with her, he probably would have been dead. She hadn’t really expected a thank you or a grand gesture, but this was annoying. Annoying enough to put her own feelings regarding the qutrub on the backburner. She continued to avert her gaze from its body that, out of the corner of her eye, hadn’t seemed to shrink in size or horror. It had been awhile since she’d experienced a sizable injury to the one on her shoulder, and it was her luck that it happened after Kaden had arrived. If it’d been just her and Alex, she could explain what happened, but what would she say to her cousin who had just left his mother’s indoctrinated belief system.

“Are you fucking–” stupid, Andy wanted to finish. The burning sensation in her shoulder and forearm, for the most part, was easy to ignore. It’d be healed in a number of days, but even from where Andy stood, she could tell that the man had at least a month before he was in perfect shape. “You’re half mangled, dude. If the qutrub has friends, you’re fucking dead.” They usually didn’t, and if it had chased him this far, it was probably fair to assume it wouldn’t have been followed by anything else. 

As she moved to pick up the two cans of repellent, one uncapped, the other unused, she threw them into the torn bag, awkwardly twisting it so that the cans wouldn’t fall out. The flashlight was still pointed at the empty lot, but blood had begun to soak the ground from where the qutrub bled out and Andy steeled herself as she swiped it up off of the ground. The knife, too, was a few feet from where the arm of the qutrub laid out at a distorted angle. Careful to show no pain, Andy grabbed that off of the ground, too, ignoring the way the blood felt in her palm. She walked back over to where the man sat on the ground and shoved the rouge coated knife into breast pocket, just where her own knife stayed secured. 

“Let’s go.” 

—

“If it had friends, we’d both be dead already.” But she did have a point. There were things other than the qutrub in Wicked’s Rest that would love to finish him off if they stumbled upon him in this state, and he knew it. He also knew that, despite what he might claim, his odds of making it back to Axis without an assist were slim to none. And he was tired. Too tired to keep up the petty argument, too tired to force himself to his feet just to prove a point, too tired to do much of anything beyond laying down to die, and it didn’t seem like she was very interested in letting him do that. 

So, with a sigh, Emilio relented. She was hurt, too, anyway. Maybe he was willing to risk his own ass just to have the last word, but it seemed a different thing entirely to risk hers along with it. He grumbled in quiet, irritated Spanish as he finally stumbled to his feet, allowing her to help him with a sullen expression on his face. “We go to mine,” he said, because he might have to let her help him but like hell was he going to let her drag him to someplace unfamiliar to do it. Just the thought of it made his skin crawl. “It’s nearby, anyway. I’ll fix your shoulder.” As best he could with the limited medical supplies he kept in his apartment, at least. It’d probably amount to little more than pouring booze into the open wound and slapping a bandage onto it, but it’d be something, at least. He owed her something for keeping him from becoming dog chow, even if said ‘something’ was duct-taping the slashes on her shoulder shut and hoping for the best against infection. 

Biting down on his tongue to keep himself from vocalizing just how much moving hurt, he gestured for her to lead the way to her Jeep. “Let’s go,” he agreed. He could only hope he wouldn’t regret it later.

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Corroded Coffin Fest Halloween - Wrath

Summary: An eye for an eye, or better yet, an egg for an egg.

Word Count: 1313

Rating: T

Warnings/Themes: Friendship, humor, teenage angst, Freak #3 is named Dave in this universe, bullying, emotional outburst, revenge, typical Halloween pranks, Hopper needing to put his Sheriff pants on (still ACAB)

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Saturday, October 26th 1985

The members of Corroded Coffin weren't strangers when it came to being bullied.

They'd heard all of the "don't let it bother yous" and "they'll stop if you ignore its." But when things never got better...well...that just meant they never got better.

At least they had each other.

Especially on the Saturday before Halloween.

They had practice leading up to their usual Tuesday gig at the Hideout. Gareth's mom had gotten into the holiday spirit, providing the boys with apple cider and a bowl of candy corn, not to mention bat earrings that she couldn't help but show off.

They excitedly chattered about plans for their special Halloween performance and even added the Monster Mash to their set.

It was all good fun.

Until a bunch of assholes crashed the session.

Oh, or as they better known, Gareth's neighbors.

He lived in a pretty nice neighborhood. Not Loch Nora, no, but the kind of neighborhood where everyone had a welcome mat and were expected to take off your shoes before going in. A neighborhood full of two car garages and a fenced in back yards and an above ground pool every now and then.

Most neighbors put up with the noise once a week, but there were always the few who hated it. Coincidentally, those stragglers included some kids at school who always gave them grief.

"Well if it isn't the freaks playing Dungeons and Douchebags."

"You guys getting ready to sacrifice virgins in the woods next week?"

"That means they need to sacrifice Emerson, doesn't it?"

The jabs were usually met with middle fingers or tongues or a crude joke about "your mom."

What the group of metalheads weren't expecting today was the barrage of eggs that Andy and his pals threw at them.

One egg splattered against Gareth's drum kit, another got into the frets of Dave's base, one hit Jeff's face, and then two matted into Eddie's hair.

The jocks had the good sense to run away, chuckling and high-fiving, before their victims could react.

All four of the boys cleaned up the mess with their heads hung and jaws clenched. The rest of practice was canceled, in favor of going to Family Video and getting a few scary movies.

Eddie just had to go home and shower first.

Or so they thought.

By the time he returned, it was dark, and when they jogged out to the van, they were met with a surprise.

"Uh, hey Ed," Jeff frowned as he climbed in and saw a pile of bags from Bradleys. "You forget your groceries back here or something?"

"What is all of this shit?" Dave questioned and nosily looked inside.

Shaving cream, squeezy cheese, toilet paper, a head of cabbage, and bars of soap.

"Change of plans boys!" Eddie announced as he shifted the van into drive. "Everyone buckle in, it's Revenge of the Nerds tonight."

He had a great plan--tp-ing houses, egging cars, leaving little surprises in mailboxes--and nothing that could really be traced back to them. Just good old Halloween pranks.

"Everyone's allowed to be a dick to us," Eddie explained. "But we have to just sit back and be little angels? Otherwise we turn into monstrous villains? No sir."

"Yeah, why do we just have to sit back and take it?" Gareth agreed.

"This'll be our chance to destroy them!" Dave cackled, implying his dibs on several rolls of toilet paper.

"Destroy is a strong word there," Jeff, ever the voice of reason, interjected.

"Yeah, we're not out for destruction," Eddie agreed and then tilted his head back and forth. "Except maybe smashing a few pumpkins. And I might have a few small--Jeff, don't give me that look--small fireworks leftover from the 4th of July that we can fuck someone's mailbox up if we're up for it."

There was silence in the van.

"So are we up for it?" Eddie looked at them all expectantly, only to be met with cheers and claps on the shoulder.

It was a great night.

TP-ing the Miller's house. Egging the Johnson's.

Drawing dicks and the hairiest balls on Jason Carver's car windows with soap.

Wrapping Steve Harrington's car with cling wrap.

Anyone who ever made the boys feel like they were weirdos, freaks, less than, were targets.

They even had a special surprise for good old Higgins.

"Best forty bucks I ever spent," Eddie cackled as he sprinkled instant mashed potatoes onto the lawn.

"It's like the opposite of the Grinch," Gareth snorted as he sprayed shaving cream into the mailbox. "Wish we had some dog poop though."

"One of us could take a shit on his porch," Dave snickered.

They all stifled their laughs as they continued their mischief.

It all went by, seemingly, without a hitch, and they headed home with big smiles.

Eddie even offered to stop by DQ to celebrate.

But there was no celebration, because as they turned out of a neighborhood that Eddie's van certainly didn't belong in, they got the surprise of police lights and a tell tale whoop whoop.

And chaos reigned.

"What do we do?"

"Do you think it's Callahan?"

"I can't go to jail! Do you think they'll take a plea?"

Thankfully Hopper appeared once they pulled over.

How many times had Hop let them off the hook with just a slap on the wrist and maybe the confiscation of their weed? Too many times to count. None of it was officially on any record; even they knew how much their sheriff hated paperwork.

There was that one incident on the steps of town hall though...

"Munson," the older man sighed as the window was rolled down. "Am I gonna have to call your uncle tonight?"

"Depends on what you pulled me over for," Eddie responded, cocksure.

Hop leaned his head in and looked at the other boys, who wore varying expressions of nervousness and terror.

"What were you kids doing tonight?" he asked and leaned back.

"Just taking a drive," Eddie shrugged.

"Uh huh," Hop nodded. "Any parties?"

"We just had band practice tonight, we're going to get some ice cream."

"There any weed in here?"

"Maybe a joint in the glovebox. If I give it to you, are we free to go?"

"Is that a bribe?" Hopper shot him a stern glare and then dropped the pretense with a sigh. "Got a call from old Mrs. Bengston. Said she saw some shadowy figures defacing a neighbors house. You wouldn't know anything about that would you?"

Immediately, all the boys froze.

Hop snorted with a quiet thought so muttered under his breath.

"I'm gonna give you boys a little warning," he leaned into the window once more and shot them all stern glares. He reached out his hand and pointed to the glove box, and Eddie was quick to reach over and grab the little plastic baggie with a leftover joint out and place it in the older man's hand. That baggie disappeared back out the window, never to be seen again. "And some advice."

They all nodded.

"You should wait until Halloween night exactly if you're gonna play pranks. Then it's good, clean fun. Not vandalism."

The van was suddenly inundated with "yes sir" and "we'd never" from all four boys overlapping voices.

Hopper nodded, patted his hand on the window sill, and was about to walk away, when he stopped. He leaned into the window again and slid his hand into the unfastened breast pocket of Eddie's vest, then extracted the little packet of M-150s.

"You're good kids," he said with finality. "Stay safe out there."

He walked away and the boys all waited until he was gone to let out a collective sigh of relief.

"Hey guys," Dave began nervously. "Remember when I said one of us could shit on Higgins' porch? You think it's too late to go back?"

[novantinuum]

heya! :D I'm so happy I found your blog, I just did a su rewatch this summer and I'm obsessed again! I was wondering if you had some fic recs to share? especially any and all that deal with steven's trauma (whether that be corruption aftermath, his abandonment issues, any of the traumatic experiences he had), anything really, just some nice and thorough hurt/comfort and healing <3 definitely up to any other recs you might have, even if they're about something completely different haha. thank you in advance!!

Ooooh heck yeah I can rec some of my favs! Admittedly, these days I haven't been reading that much new fic, so I'm not sure what new stuff is out there that's gone unnoticed, but I went through my bookmarks and found a few fics that still stand out to me today as ones I remember really vibing with when I read them-

First off, some fics that I remember delving into Steven's trauma (along other things)-

Aid to Navigation, by Ppleater (or @infriga here on tumblr)

Honest to god, this is my favorite Steven Universe fic on the whole goddamn internet. Post I Am My Monster hurt/comfort content galore. Emotional catharsis out the wazoo. Fascinating theorization about how Steven works as a hybrid. Sometimes there's even chapter artwork. ALSO NANEFUA AS AN IMPORTANT CHARACTER, WHICH I RARELY SEE LET'S GO NANEFUA

a world for the birds, by @fanfoolishness

Do you like Uncle Andy? Do you vibe with the idea of bird watching? Do you wanna read about Andy's outsider observations of the trajectory of his nephew's bizarre life as he shares his hobby of bird watching with Steven as a bonding activity over the years moving into the events of Steven Universe: Future??

Go read this fic, it destroys me. In fact, just do yourself a favor and check out this author's whole catalogue, because my next fic rec is from her, too.

Comminuted, by @fanfoolishness

Post Growing Pains hurt/comfort focused on Steven and his dad's relationship. I remember this one dropping pretty damn soon after the episode aired and it w r e c k e d my emotions and gave me all the catharsis my sappy little heart desired at the time.

WELCOME BACK TO THE VLOG, steven universe here! by waddlesthejoghog (or @thisisnotacreativeusername here on tumblr)

Here's a story with a COMPLETELY different format than all the others- this one chronicles Steven's life through a variety of videos he posts to his TubeTube channel over the years. (Which, if you watch the SU shorts, is a canonical fun fact about him! He posts unboxing videos and reactions and stuff online, ahah.)

Each chapter sorta like, "transcribes" what's happening in the video, and there's even a little views/likes/dislikes/subscriber count + mock comments section at the end of every one! I found it a very charming and fun read- but also it punched me in the face by the end because it's like a whole microcosm of Steven's character development throughout the entire show mashed into one 59 chapter story.

This one is not wholly focused on Steven's trauma, as it spans the events of the entire show, but that does play a decently big role later on in the fic.

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As a quick little self-plug, I've also written a good deal of fics focused on various shades of Steven's traumatic experiences, and the following is (probably) my favorite of those:

A Memoir of the Marks Unseen (uhh... by me lol)

This one is focused on the topic of Steven + the headcanon of him having corruption scars like the other healed Gems, and picks up pretty soon after I Am My Monster. It spans months (and later Years) after that, detailing his journey towards accepting these remnants as a neutral part of him. I'm still very proud of finishing it, as I was pulling from some raw personal experience with this one.

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Lastly, here's two Connie focused fics I remember slapping ass in their own various ways:

Xenopology, by CompletelyDifferent

Some Connie + all the Gems character study pieces!

The Stranger in Me, by Cyberwraith9

Connie accidentally gets perma-bonded with a poofed gemstone retrieved from a corrupted Gem. Hijinks ensue. I remember this one having a legendary level of character development for Connie and her whole family especially ;w;

[billyjoelmutt]

United Universes Tour 2024 Special Concert!

A creepy Hallway filled with Halloween decorations with Halloween music appeared on the screen!!

With the errie laugh from Thriller then happened while the camera went down the hallway!!

The same from Thanks to them appeared Masha then said. "Greetings friends :3. I hope you all are prepared for a truly scary ride :3"

It proceeded then into the woods like a hayride :3. And of course all that we know of with Halloween appeared!! :3

Along the way Beetlejuice appeared :3!!

At the end of the ride was a door and a long hallway!!!! :3 Like one from a horror movie!!!!! :3 but it was the Haunted Mansion!!! :3

With of course the evil spirit coming toward them!!! It was coming coming COMING!!!

Scooby- "RIKES!!!! :O" he ran away fast. "The ghosts and gouls are coming!! What shall we do?!!! I know!!! United Universes!!! There music can combat the darkness coming!!!

Dodger- "hey!! Whoa Whoa!! Seems like the spooks are out in more full swing this year!! Well now we cant have that!!" he turns to the camera then. "Greetings to all you ghosts and ghouls out there! Dead undead! Well lets gets ready!! We got a special concert coming out!!

"But beware! The music must go on!! If not...then the boogie man or whoever will get ya!! So you ready?!!

Dodger- "You better be :3. If not then...well beware of the darkness coming your way!! ;)" Song list Thriller! Things Go Bump in the Night! Terror Time again/the ghost is here! Earth Wind Fire and Air!! Run Get Away Get Away! Ghostbusters Theme! Casper theme! Monster Mash/Addams Family theme!

Dead Mans Party!! Macarena!!! (Announcing the locations for tour!) @thelittlemermaidfan1989

@mellowwpopper

@teen-lyoko-fan7777

@goldmudder

@andy-squirrel-and-friends

@askdj-timelord2

@keirastarlightdraconequus

and everyone else!!!! (Credits to Scooby Doo, Disney, Oliver and Company, The Owl House, the Haunted Mansion, Beetlejuice) PS it will start tomorrow!

[stellamancer]

omg omg niku for ur trope mashup game can i request almost kiss + flirting under fire for the love of your life gooj???

ANDIE.

when i saw ur lil bird pfp i thought you'd come into my inbox to ask about the love of your life shouto todoroki AND YET YOU ARE HERE ASKING ME ABOUT THE BLUE EYED MONSTER!!!!

gojo x reader -> almost kiss + flirting under fire

the gojo hater that runs strong in my blood wants flirting to be like more akin to banter in which gojo is flirting with you and you are just like "will you please shut up and focus on the fight?"

oh. even though i'm a very big enemies to lovers kind of girlie, i think that the implication of flirting under fire is that the two people flirting are allies. so we're going with that.

though, i guess at the same time, any fight that gojo's involved in would be him curbstomping huh. so it's probably a larger scale fight. i'd say in an enclosed area though, so you can flirt. or he can flirt with you. but you know also exorcising a bunch of curses in an infested building and the whole conversation taking over the phone (complete with bluetooth- i think reader would be wearing one but mr. strongest sorcerer can get away with holding his phone up to his ear. die fucker.)

okay okay, so that's the setting there, now for the kiss. almost kiss. uhhhhh. i feel like gojo's infinity is an obstacle here. i mean obviously if reader tried to kiss him, because they most definitely would not, then it would be an almost kiss no matter what if he keeps that damn thing up. on the flip side, it could also be an almost kiss where he's leaning in and about to kiss you, and then you remember it's fucking gojo and you'd rather die than kiss him. given the established dynamic, i doubt either of them are gonna like have a celebratory almost kiss lmao.

so i guess it would be one of two ways: first, reader and gojo meet up in some big final battle arena (let's say this is a school so like a gym or a courtyard) and either:

Reader is thrown back by an attack and lands on their back and Gojo appears and he's like checking to make sure you're okay, but he's like leaning in super close and he keeps getting closer and your brain stops working and you think maybe he's gonna kiss you for whatever reason (either Gojo can tell and is doing it to tease you or he's just doing it for shits and giggles) and then another curse appears behind him and like you open your mouth to try and tell him or whatever but gojo is not letting this curse ruin his bit, so he, while maintaining eye contact, still looking like he's gonna kiss you, tosses a hand up and blasts that thing out of the sky. guts rain everywhere, but he uses infinity so you don't get sprayed in curse guts. how nice of him. probably didn't want his expensive ass clothes to get dirty. just when you think you're gonna kiss he strands up straight and cheers that everything's done and you're just stuck with a racing heart lmao.

reader is flung by the curse toward gojo and instead of letting you slam into infinity like a frisbee he turns it off and catches you, but the curse threw you with enough force to make him fall over when he catches you in his arms. you shift and notice your lips are super close and your brain slides into dumbass mode and you're thinking about how you could almost be kissing, but then the curse roars or whatever behind you and you try to jump up to go finish it off, but gojo holds u still in with one of his huge ass hands and blasts it with the other. curse is gone. you're still in position to kiss. you kinda wanna, cuz you're still kinda raring to go, but then idk you don't??? because it's gotta be an almost kiss. maybe you get a phone call that freaks you out and you jump off him and run to answer the phone.

both endings sound fun. i think lmao. so either could work.

[send me a ship and two fic tropes and i'll tell you how i'll mash 'em up]

[livesammo]

Cold Coffee & Cocaine was written and recorded years ago on my old 4-Track.

Seems fitting for New Year’s Day. Cheers!

Cold Coffee & Cocaine

Cold Coffee & Cocaine

Cold Coffee & Cocaine

somebody jumpstart me

Feels like I’ve been hit by a freight train

Mad stampede of plaid making my eyes strain

Blood done creep like snails

moping through my veins

Who turned off the fun

and made some French toast out of my brain?

Cold Coffee & Cocaine

Cold Coffee & Cocaine

Cold Coffee & Cocaine

somebody jumpstart me

Feels like I’ve been nailed here to this bed

Late night jukebox rails

like a banshee in my head

Sour mash monster roars

waiting to be fed

Who turned off the fun

and painted this town all bloodshot red?

Cold Coffee & Cocaine

Cold Coffee & Cocaine

Cold Coffee & Cocaine

somebody jumpstart me    

I’d like to kick some funky Andy Griffith shit – everybody sing along with me

[alexthegamingboy]

Toonami Weekly Recap 11-09-2024

Mashle: Magic and Muscles EP#01 - Mash Burnedead and the Body of the Gods: In the Magic Realm, all humans can use magic, possessing black marks on their faces as proof of God's gift. Regro Burnedead lives in a forest with his airheaded, magic-less teenage son Mash. Regro raises Mash in isolation because Mash would be hated if people knew, so instead he trained Mash's physical abilities, giving him superhuman strength and athleticism. Against Regro's instructions Mash visits the city to buy cream puffs, causing many to notice he is Unmarked. Due to his unfamiliarity with people Mash insults police-officers Terry and his boss Brad, who try to arrest Mash since the Unmarked are hated by God and should be executed as threats to magical society. Regro, who found Mash abandoned as a baby, refuses to give him up. Mash defeats Brad, using his ridiculous strength to simply slap away spells cast at him. Brad offers Mash a deal; enter the magic academy and graduate as the top ranked student, earning the title Divine Visionary, to prove God accepts him, or Brad will report Mash to the government who will hunt them their entire lives. To keep Regro safe Mash agrees to attend the academy..

Invincible Fight Girl EP#03 - Friends: Poblana stops Andy from entering her home, but she believes that stopping her was a "test," which Poblana denies, and then ties her up. As Poblana drives into town to get supplies to fix her roof, Andy meets Craig, who was hiding out in the nearby barn. He claims he is a nephew of Poblana and later asserts his "real passion" is training wrestlers, conning her into dragging items to sell at a market in the Tenderizing District of the city. He points out a nearby wrestler and claims that that is the wrestler he knows. She comes across Mikey, an eight-year-old kid with muscles, annoying Andy, that he scammed her again. Mikey invites Andy to be a tenderizer and she tests her wrestling styles, while Mikey reveals he wants to be sports journalist that covers wrestling instead of being a wrestler. After that, Mikey's father takes him away so he can train, like his brothers. She challenges Mikey's dad to a wrestling match and ends up beginning a fight with Mikey's brother, M. Brandon.

Blue Exorcist EP#02 - Gehenna Gate: Demons break into the monastery, targeting Rin. When Rin calls Shiro unworthy as a father, Shiro's hurt emotional state causes him to let his guard down and be possessed by Satan. Shiro gains control at the last moment and sacrifices himself to protect Rin. Upon seeing this, Rin fights back by unlocking his demonic powers with Kurikara, the sacred sword in which his powers are sealed. At Shiro's funeral, Rin meets Mephisto Pheles, who agrees with his wish to become an Exorcist to defeat Satan.

-Toonami Rewind Shows-

Sailor Moon EP#40 - The Legendary Lake Yokai: The Bond of Usagi's Family: Usagi and her family go on vacation at a hot springs, where legend holds that a terrible monster was once defeated. Endymion revives the monster, but regrets his action upon discovering that it is not a monster.

Sailor Moon EP#41 - I Won't Run Away from Love Anymore: Ami vs. Mamoru: Queen Beryl orders Endymion to capture the form holders of the Rainbow Crystals, intending to reawaken the Seven Great Monsters and combine them into one huge monster to wipe out the Sailor Guardians. Ami is determined to protect Urawa while Sailor Moon tries to heal Endymion.

[tokiro07]

Top matchups I want to include in my Shonen Jump crossover (which I'm tentatively naming Jump Over)

Andy (Undead Unluck) vs. Medaka (Medaka Box) [my favorites]

Fuuko (UU) vs. Zenkichi (MB) [Unluck vs. Fate denial]

Yusuke (Yu Yu Hakusho) vs. Ichigo (Bleach) [Supernatural caseworkers]

Asta (Black Clover) vs. Mash (Mashle) [Unloved by magic]

Tanjiro (Demon Slayer) vs. Chihiro (Kagurabachi) [water-themed swordsmen]

Seiya (Saint Seiya) vs. Kenshiro (Fist of the North Star) [constellation-themed rapid-punchers]

Neuro (Majin Tantei Nougami Neuro) vs. Emma (Promised Neverland) ["brain-eating" demon vs. escapee from brain-eating demons]

Tsuna (Reborn!) vs. Rikuo (Nurarihyon no Mago) [multi-personalitied reluctant heirs to underworld organizations]

Kenshin (Rurouni Kenshin) vs. Gintoki (Gintama) [reformed samurai]

Arale (Dr. Slump) vs. Roboco (Me & Roboco) [gag-comedy robots]

Train (Black Cat) vs. Sakamoto (Sakamoto Days) [former assassins]

Saiki (Saiki Kusuo no PSInan) vs. Ageha (Psyren) [espers]

Goku (Dragon Ball) vs. Taikoubou (Houshin Engi) [ancient Chinese literary characters]

Luffy (One Piece) vs. Toriko (Toriko) [big eaters, bigger adventures]

Kinnikuman (Kinnikuman) vs. Hinomaru (Hinomaru Zumou) [wrestling vs. sumo]

Allen (D.Gray-Man) vs. Kazuki (Buso Renkin) [monster slayers with weapons that are part of their bodies]

Yugi (Yu-Gi-Oh!) vs. Muhyo (Muhyo & Roji's Bureau of Supernatural Investigation) [summoners]

Hinata/Kageyama (Haikyuu) vs. Kuroko/Kagami (Kuroko no Basket) [sportball duos]

When I run out of thematically interesting ideas, I'm going to start just spinning a wheel or something, but can y'all think of any matchups you'd like to see specifically? I don't plan to limit anyone to only getting one fight, but I also want to make sure everyone I include gets at least one

Any Jump protagonist will do, they just have to actually be from Jump and be the actual lead (ex: Andy and Fuuko are deuteragonists, but Vegeta is not equivalent to Goku as a main character)

[timmurleyart]

Monster mash and my paintbrushes. 🩷🩵🤎💚🖌️👻🥄🥣🥛

[mghiggins]

My Favorite Myon Volume 6

This is it! The last installment of the greatest tracks from Producer & DJ Myon mixed by me. Hope you enjoyed the journey & now realize the giant imprint Myon has left in the Electronic Music industry. As always, Turn this baby up!

1. [00:00] Intro

2. [00:32] Lights- And Counting (Myon & Shane 54 Summer of Love Mix) {White}

3. [05:13] Andain- Promises (Myon Summer of Love Reboot) {Black Hole} 2022

4. [09:53] Jesse J- Domino (Myon & Shane 54 Mix) {Universal} 2012

5. [15:21] Weekend Players Vs Juventas- I’ll Be There For Only Us (Myon & Shane 54 Mashup- DJ Bigdirty Reconstruction) {White} 2015

6. [20:47] Armin Van Buuren feat Jaren Vs Duder- Unforgivable Mash (Myon Mashup) {Patreon}

7. [23:56] BT Feat Kirsty Hawshaw- A Million Stars (Myon & Shane 54 Summer of Love Remix) {Black Hole} 2012

8. [29:40] Myon & Shane 54 & Aruna- Lights {Ride} 2013

9. [34:30] Andrew Bayer Feat Molly Bancroft- Keep Your Secrets (Myon & Shane 54 Summer of Love Mix) {Anjunabeats} 2012

10. [39:59] Velvetine vs Fleetwood Mac- Great Divide Everywhere (DJ Bigdirty Long Division Mashup) {White} 2022

11. [46:12] Susana Feat Espen Gulbrandsen- Connection (Myon & Shane 54 Monsterless Mix) {Armada} 2012

12. [51:41] Above & Beyond vs Mr Pit- Shana Can’t Sleep (Myon Collision) {Patreon} 2012

13. [56:01] Orjan Nilsen vs Ridgewalkers feat El- So Find Long (Myon Mashup) {Patreon}

14. [01:00:17] Cosmic Gate, Myon & Shane 54 & Aruna- All Around You {Black Hole} 2013

15. [01:05:36] Super8 & Tab Vs Oceanlab- Elektra Satellite (Myon & Shane 54 Mashup) {Patreon} 2019

16. [01:09:36] Jes- Heaven (Myon Remix) {Magik Muzik} 2008

17. [01:12:57] Sunlounger Feat Kyler England- Change Your Mind (Myon & Shane 54 Remix) {Armada} 2009

18. [01:15:34] Above & Beyond Feat Richard Bedford- Every Little Beat (Myon & Shane 54 Summer of Love Mix) {Anjunabeats} 2011

19. [01:19:24] Oceanlab- Just Listen (Myon & Shane 54 Mix) {Anjunabeats} 2009

20. [01:24:10] Paul Oakenfold Vs Airscape- Esacpe Southern Sun (Myon & Shane 54 Mashup) {Patreon}

21. [01:27:48] Exostate- Without Warning (Myon & Shane 54 Monster Mix) {Enhanced} 2011

22. [01:31:09] Myon & Shane 54 Feat Aruna- Helpless (Monster Mix) {Armada} 2009

23. [01:36:46] Myon- Albion {In Trance We Trust} 2007

24. [01:41:04] Gabriel Lukosz- Last One Out (Myon & Shane 54 Vocal Mix) {Armada} 2009

25. [01:45:25] Andy Moor & Ashley Wallbridge Feat Meighan Nealon- Faces (Myon & Shane 54 Remix) {Armada} 2009

26. [01:49:14] Riva Vs Alexander Popov- For How Long Metropolis (Myon Mashup) {White} 2010

27. [01:53:33] Adam White, Andy Moor & Whiteroom- The Whiteroom (Myon & Shane 54 Refill) {Armada} 2010

28. [01:58:33] Mark Norman Feat Celine- Be With U (Myon Remix) {Black Hole} 2008

29. [02:01:58} Esmaye- Secret Garden (Myon & Shane 54 Black Army Remix) {Black Hole} 2008

30. [02:06:28] Andy Moor- Fake Awake (Myon & Shane 54 Remix) {Anjunabeats} 2008

Check out this episode of dj bigdirty's night club musical

[dustedmagazine]

Non Plus Temps—Desire Choir (Post-Present Medium)

Desire Choir by Non Plus Temps

There’s never enough time, so let’s start at the end with the thunderous skank of “Book (Dub),” a cut that low-rides into view on a bass line so thick that it buzzes through your bones, and not just the ones in your ear canal. Non Plus Temps takes its cue from the early 1980s alchemy of one Adrian Sherwood, the knob-twisting, reverb-sculpting wizard of On-U Sound. It’s most obvious on this largely instrumental cut, but once you’ve heard it, the thread runs all through Desire Choir, under breezy girl-pop ditties and nattering, percussive anxiety attacks. It’s all about that bass.

Non Plus Temps, out of Oakland, is a politically engaged duo, concerned with consumerism and labor exploitation, but in a crazily danceable way. The two core members include Sam Lefebvre, whom you might know as a writer for Pitchfork and the Guardian, and Andy Jordan, who has done time in a slew of Bay Area bands, including Andy Human and the Reptoids, Naked Roommate and the Cuts. 

This project doesn’t sound anything like the Cuts, whose fizzy garage pop licks made the early Aughts hum. It’s a little more in line with Naked Roommate’s robotic grooves, but hunched lower to the ground, growling, where Naked Roommate floated. But really, it’s its own undeniable thing, a post-punk jungle mash of hard rhythms and muttered diatribes, with more Clinic-y bounce and groove to it than you could expect or deserve. 

Take “Endless Jetty Nights” with its bounding one-two rhythm, its tick-tocking woodblock beat, its buzzy, trebly chorus, its rapid thump of low-end, like your heartbeat when you’ve just run for your life. It’s a gas, this song, a total pleasure, but just antic enough to keep you on your toes. “Warm Launderette” (surely a reference to Normal’s “Warm Leatherette”?) is slinkier and more decadent, with bursts of loose-skinned tom rolls and blares of distended saxophone. Jordan speak-sings in a nervy cadence, spitting out non sequiturs like “the bicycle fulcrum in my bony palm.” What does it mean? Who knows. But it scrambles and clatters in the most engaging way, just this side of utter chaos. 

The dub vibration lurks just beneath the surface, always, and rises occasionally right up to the top. “Five Birds Named California” lurches in heavy boots, a Frankenstein’s monster of a nodding groove. “Laika the Mongrel” dreams in deep space, paws scrabbling in doggy R.E.M. sleep. “Facts Sound Like Myths” has the bouncing, whistling, hard-edged sensuality of an ESG cut, while “Reversible Mesh” surrounds post-punk in a thick shroud of echo. 

It's all quite good in an end-of-the-world-dance-floor sort of way, where hedonism meets uncompromising principles, and the clangor of punk sinks into a soft undulating foundation of reggae bass. “It’s electro for the rioters,” as Jordan observes in “Continuous Hinge,” and it thumps, bumps, gallops and hits home. Sherwood would be proud.

Jennifer Kelly

[billyjoelmutt]

United Universes Special Concert 2024! Halloween!! Monster Mash/Addams Family Theme!

Casper- "So Dodger where were you supposed to be heading?" Dodger- "Well aha here we are!!!" he said as it pulled up to..hotel Transylvania!!!!!! ;3

Dodger- "Well here we are!!! :3" The audience then went inside as of course Dracula greeted them with a

Drac- "WELCOME TO HOTEL TRANSYLVANIA!!!! :3"

Dodger then said- "BLEH BLEH BLEH!! :3 Just then Monster Mash then played and Dracs face went from happy to

Drac- "I DONT SAY "BLEH BLEH BLEH!!! -_- and again with the Monster Mash?!!! REALLY??? -_-

Dodger- "Oh come on Drac!!" Drac- Oh fine :3!!"

Drac took the microphone and started to singing!!!- I was working in the lab late one night When my eyes beheld an eerie sight For my monster, from his slab, began to rise And suddenly, to my surprise :3

He did the Mash!! :3

he did the Monster Mash (The Monster Mash) it was a graveyard smash!! :3

(He did the Mash) it caught on in a flash (He did the Mash) he did the Monster Mash!!!

From my laboratory in the Castle east To the master bedroom, where the vampires feast

The ghouls all came from their humble abodes To get a jolt from my electrodes!!!

they did the Monster Mash!!! (The Monster Mash) it was a graveyard smash (They did the Mash) it caught on in a flash (They did the Mash) they did the Monster Mash!!!! :3

But then Lerch was on the piano playing..the Addams family Theme!!! :3 As they were singing the chorus!

And of course came the Snapping Snapping!! :3 And of course there they were in the middle of the hotel!!! :3

DODODO!

DODODO!

DODODO! DODODO! DODODO!!

Dodger- They're creepy and they're kooky Mysterious and spooky

They're all together ooky The Addams family!!

Their house is a museum When people come to see 'em They really are a screaming The Addams family!!! :3

DOD! DOO! DOO!

Murray- NEAT!! :3

DOO! DOO! DOO!

Wayne- "SWEET!!! :3"

DOO! DOO! DOO! DOO! DOO! DOO! DOO! DOO! DOO!

Griffin- Petite!! :3

Dodger- So, put a witch's shawl on A broomstick you can crawl on!! :3

We're gonna play a call on The Addams family!!!! :3

SNAP SNAP!! :3

Drac- "MONSTER MASH!! :3 (As they snap)!

Dodger- "THE ADDAMS FAMILY!!! :3

Drac- "MONSTER MASH!! :3" SNAP SNAP!

Dodger- "THE ADDAMS FAMILY!!! :3"

Drac- "MONSTER MASH!! :3" Snap Snap! :3

Both- "THE ADDAMS FAMILY!!! MONSTER MASH! :3" SNAP SNAP! :3

The Crowd was going wild with this!!! This was so perfect combination that it was just that perfect!!! :3

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(Credits to Bobby Boris, The Addams Family, Oliver and Company, Hotel Transylvania, and all creators of images and videos!!)

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Random Halloween headcanon...

Spirit's Eve was the first festival Mayor Lewis instituted after the bus broke down to lift everyone's 'spirits.' 👻

Alex is totally into superheros. He fancies himself a collector of action figures and movie posters. He doesn't read the comics, but he likes watching a movie with his grandpa every in awhile. George and Alex bonded over Captain America. Alex got his grandpa a Cap tee shirt for Spirit's Eve. 🦸‍♂️

Sam once secretly took Vincent into the spooky maze. He freaked out more than his little brother. Vincent bought him a maple bar with coins from his piggy bank to cheer him up. 😬

Emily makes Jas a fairy princess costume every year. Marnie helps with the embellishments. Haley wore a matching outfit one year. Jas was smiling the whole time. 🧚‍♀️

Shane would absolutely wear a chicken costume with a beer mug in one hand (or a Monster if he is sober). 🐔

Leah secretly hopes the punch is spiked... always. And she would be down on the dance floor doing the Monster Mash. 🧟‍♀️

Elliott wants to suck your blood. But he's totally harmless... or is he? 🧛‍♂️

Linus helped the Wizard create the maze. He makes sure no animals or creatures are hurt in the process. Also he appreciates when you give him a piece of candy from your stash. 🍬

Marlon and Gil staged a sword fight one year in the town square. The Mayor was worried about insurance coverage so they haven't been allowed to do it again. Instead the Adventure Guild throws a little after party in the mines. 🎃

Abigail and Sebastian compete to finish the maze first. Every year the Wizard tries to make it harder and harder. The loser passes out candy at the Winner's home. Really it's win-win for Abi. 😉

Pam would try to cosplay Sandy 2.0 from Grease and totally embarrass her daughter.💄

Victor doesn't like to dress-up. He has worn the same costume for years - a construction worker from the YMCA song. He doesn't get why the ladies love it. He sits in the corner sipping spiked punch and reading his architecture magazines. 👷‍♂️

Wizard would make a wonderful Willy Wonka. Complete with golden tickets to see his concoctions in his tower. Not quite as chocolatey as expected though. 🍫

Evelyn makes a splendid Mrs. Claus. The white muff keeps her warm on a chilly late fall evening. 🤶

Kent can't stand Halloween. He stays home and watches horror films. Once Vincent goes to sleep, Kent and Sam watch an alien movie together. Sam doesn't sleep a wink after, but he likes to spend time with his dad (and eat popcorn). 👽

Andy dresses up like a Cow! Moo! Hangs out with Shane drinking. 🐮

Martin is a Potterhead. You're a wizard, Harry! 🧙‍♂️

Sophia dresses up as Sailor Moon. And she looks adorable. I am a pretty Guardian who fights for love and Justice. 🌙

[justalonelyslytherin]

As some of you may have seen, I mentioned some time ago that I reached 300 followers not even a month after reaching the 200 mark. I'm still so shocked by this, even just having one person follow my blog, interact with me and enjoy the content I produce is mindblowing. These silly little stories and pictures actually are liked by other people? Am I dreaming?

As my blog keeps growing at a more rapid pace than I ever anticipated I decided to space the celebrations out more. The next ones will be 500, 750, 1000... (should I even reach those numbers). Not because I'm greedy but because there are so many stories I want to write that I don't have the time to do that and do celebrations (even tho I want to show my gratitude to those who follow me by giving back a little through my celebrations).

There is still one more story I have to post to fulfill and end my 200-follower celebration (it is in the final works and will be posted as quickly as possible!). Still, I wanted to also participate in Flufftober and have my celebration Fall and Halloween themed, so I'm posting this already.

(divider created by the talented @/firefly-graphics)

Celebration is open 01. October - 31. October

Monster Mash-up

Halloween is nearing! My favorite time of the year (besides Christmas). Make my ask box go crawling with monsters! send me in:

monster!character x monster!reader (you choose what monsters, either one of the two can be human too)

& I'll tell you a little about what I think their dynamic would be + what their first meeting would look like?

Have a fun prompt or thought? Add it in too & I'll incorporate it as well

characters: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin, Steve Rogers, Ari Levinson, Ransom Drysdale, Jake Jensen, Andy Barber, Curtis Everett,

monster inspiration: vampire, werewolf, fae, siren/mermaid, witch/wizard, shapeshifter,

Suggest me a character for flufftober prompts:

As I have only limited time I will be only doing a few prompts and they will probably also be posted late (aka not on the actual day). For some prompts I already have a character in mind, but for others not. Send me in the number & the character and if it sparks inspiration I'll add it to the list* characters: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin, Steve Rogers, Ari Levinson, Ransom Drysdale

Day 1 -Wearing Each Other's clothes ->

Day 2 - "You've told your parents?" ->

Day 8 - Shooting Starts ->

Day 9 - Game Day (Sports) -> Hangman

Day 12 - "You kept this?" -> Ransom (suggested)

Day 13 - Secret Family Recipe - Hangman/Steve Rogers

Day 15 - Accidents don't just happen accidentally -> Hangman

Day 26 - Blankets -> Ari (suggested)

Day 27 - Reunion -> Ari (suggested)

*I'm not guaranteeing I'll add it to the list, but if it sparks inspiration and I have the time I might write it. Also to note, I probably won't write all 12 prompts but these are the ones that sounded inspiring to me

Ally's Recommendations

There have been many reclists going around the last few weeks, many of which I have been tagged along in. The lovely @natrace started the amazing 'stardust reblog challenge' too. I haven't had the time to read myself into it and participate but having a section on my blog to honor and mention talented creators and my favorite works have been a thing I've been planning for some time. What's a better time than to start now? I have been keeping a small list, collecting links and names that I want to honor and it's finally time to start posting them!

Additionally, stay tuned for an additional update for Little Spiderbro and perhaps one or two more special Halloween posts &lt;3

[quincette]

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: The Old Guard (Movie 2020), The Old Guard (Comics) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Joe | Yusuf Al-Kaysani/Nicky | Nicolò di Genova Characters: Joe | Yusuf Al-Kaysani, Nicky | Nicolò di Genova, Andy | Andromache of Scythia, Quynh | Noriko Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternative Universe - Kingdom, Alternate Universe - Magic, everyone is royalty, Sex Magic, Sex Pollen, Omega Verse, Enemies to Lovers, Fuck Or Die, Ritual Sex, Rutting, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Omega Nicky | Nicolò di Genova, Alpha Joe | Yusuf Al-Kaysani, Wet & Messy, Bukkake, Tentacle Monsters, Tentacle Sex, Virgin Sacrifice, Multiple Orgasms, so much genre mashing, Porn With Plot, plot invented to justify porn, sex magic with tentacles, Elemental Magic, Dubious Consent, feral omega Summary:

They had stopped Nicolo from being sacrificed to whatever dark creature they were going to summon from The Great Beyond, yes. But his body had been primed so thoroughly, Yusuf couldn’t think of a simple magical solution to heal it.

He was afraid that the only way to purge the curse is to trick it into believing that all of its demands had been fulfilled, somehow.

The prince looked as if he was sleeping. He looked younger, softer, unlike all the times he had met Yusuf in the battlefields and across the treaty table. Yusuf wondered if he would ever show his softer side to an alpha, nevermind an alpha prince of a rival kingdom.

----- In which, Yusuf and Nicolo are princes of rival kingdoms. Yusuf helps Nicolo break a curse, with lasting consequences that sees their relationship irrevocably transformed. But perhaps, it had always been inevitable between them.