#i know nobody cares but here you go! cryptids!

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I can finally properly introduce my AU (hopefully tumblr doesn't mess up the formatting)

Amazing Digital Cryptids!!

In this AU, the human world is inhabited by cryptids, and humans are determined to hunt them down for profit or publicity. But since these creatures are so elusive, they have to find a way to locate them first. And that's where our first character comes in.

More info below

Caine

Caine is a creature specifically bred by humans to help them seek out other cryptids. His bowtie has a hidden camera so they can follow him around and capture footage. But Caine isn't aware of any of this at all. Some cryptids (like Kaufmo and Queenie) notice how human attacks get more frequent after Caine came around, and figure out he's basically a spy. So they start to bury underground and get extremely hostile towards anything and everything (this is this AUs version of abstraction). But Caine just likes to get to know other creatures, and fly around and cuddle Kinger

Kinger

Kinger is a giant centipede-like creature, and he is very friendly, gentle and curious. Most other cryptids are intimidated by him at first, but only because of his sheer size. He enjoys crawling through the woods and watching all the different critters. The fluff around his neck and on his back is incredibly soft, and the other cryptids like cuddling into it. Kinger doesn't mind, and even enjoys it, but sometimes he forgets when others are laying on him and gets startled. It was originally his and Caine's idea to stick together, and over time, other creatures start to join their little group.

Zooble

Zooble is basically a shape shifting creature, but they're cursed to never have matching limbs or wings. Because of their appearance, they're avoided by other creatures, so they're a loner and don't care about anyone. But they soon open up when they join the group.

Gangle

Gangle is a shy snake cat thing. She becomes closest and most comfortable with Zooble, but also often hides in Kinger's fluff, mostly from Jax. She can coil up like a snake and often loafs like a cat. She's suspicious of any creature that joins their group at first, but comes around to them eventually. Even if Jax keeps bullying her.

Ragatha

Ragatha acts as the moral support of the group, trying to keep everyone together. She's friendly, and is always there to comfort others. The scars and stitches all around her body are from attacks from other creatures, or even human traps. I like to believe Kinger and Caine found her injured and healed her up, and she stuck around since then. The snakes on her head are very curious and affectionate, they don't bite and they're not venomous. I feel like she used to be afraid of Kinger at first (seeing that he's a centipede), but became used to him quickly.

Jax

Oh boy, Jax. I couldn't think of much for him so he's basically a Jackalope / Wolpertinger. Just that his limbs are really long, and i gave him a seemingly endless pouch where he stores various things and food. Basically cartoon character logic. He likes bullying and scaring others for fun, especially Gangle and Kinger because of their reactions. I accidentally made him more horror AU looking, but oh well.

Pomni

Pomni is a human who recently got turned into a cryptid, hence why she's still wearing clothes. She is understandably confused, and wants to return to her life and humanity, but she can't. Some creatures see her as a threat, and humans would hunt her down, and she doesn't know what to do. And that's when she comes across the group, who take her in. She becomes most comfortable with Ragatha, who keeps her spirits up during this strange and confusing time.

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Supernatural & Paranormal Sentences, Vol. 7

(Sentences from various sources for muses exploring the unexplained. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"I actually have a penchant for the occult and other such cryptid mysteries."

"Do you believe there's something out there?"

"I'm going to tell you a story, but you're not going to believe it."

"People fear what they don't understand."

"Cat brains are always in alpha mode. The few scientific tests that have seemed to confirm psychic phenomena, that's where it takes place."

"I don't think I can be hypnotised. You've got to be open to suggestion, and I'm not."

"This is, to my mind, some sort of extraterrestrial activity."

"The world cares little for sense. Perhaps it is not meant to be understood, but rather experienced and accepted."

"It feels wrong, doesn't it? To interrogate a miracle?"

"He swears whatever attacked him wasn't human - and, from the scratches on his throat, I'm inclined to agree with him!"

"So, I think the moral of the story here is don't much around with the dark arts."

"Is there a mystery here? Yes. Will there always be unanswered questions? Most likely. Sometimes that happens, and when it does, you just need to learn how to live with it and move on."

"You know, it's one thing to respect the unexplainable, but it's another to pretend that you know the specific thing, and give it a name and a resume."

"It can look like a person if it needs to be, but it's not."

"Oh, shut up about ghosts! Nobody believes in ghosts!"

"What other explanation is there?"

"So what is it? A vampire? Satan? How old is it? My age? Centuries? Before the big bang? Is there just the one, or are there others?"

"For all that we now know and understand about the world these days, that's a hell of a lot more that we don't, and maybe never will."

"Well, that was a strange one."

"Everything that happened to you can be rationally explained."

"Demons, evil; they’re everywhere in this house."

"Have you watched any X-Files that inspire an explanation?"

"How could such a thing as this stride through the streets, even at night, without being seen?"

"A human being cannot be in two realities at the same time."

"We should all leave this place and never look back!"

"Magical objects don't obey the physical laws of the ordinary world."

"I'm afraid I don't believe in superstitions. I believe in science and in nature."

"When all the facts fall short of believability, fantasy feels reassuringly solid."

"You believe in psychics?"

"This must be a lot for you to process."

"With everything that's been going on, it's a wonder that we're not all crazy!"

"I don't care if you are from another planet; if you come here, you should respect our rules."

[rayshippouuchiha]

Thank you! So here I am to infodump, full of gratitude, and you can post this if you want no problem it's just a bunch of scattered ideas so yeah. Feel free to chuck suggestions at me too! I really don't know what to do with these... building blocks just yet.

Akatani Mikumo is Midoriya Hisashi.

Toshinori gets sandwiches by the Midoriya couple and it turns into an OT3 but that's much later down the line.

Hisashi is a journalist, keeps getting into everybody's business and Knows™ more than he frankly should.

Hisashi is a Cryptid™. But of a different energy from his son who is all lightning-in-a-bottle jittery On The Verge Of Throwing Hands feral sort of cryptid, Hisashi is mostly of this... supernaturally unflappable blank-faced chill entity.

Who keeps spooking people bc No Footstep sounds.

And might possibly be partially mute or just ridiculously soft-spoken bc when he tries to speak at normal volumehis fire-breathing quirk goes ballistic.

Might or might not have bloodline relations to AFO. Origins ambiguous, Inko just literally plucked the (then) teen off a back alley like he was a stray cat.

Also might or might not have more than one quirk, see the probable AFO connection.

Izuku got his mumbling thing from Hisashi.

A cryptid man who seems normal enough except a little off-kilter, like two inches to the left of what's a “normal” man? Weirdo but nobody can pinpoint how or why. That's the sort of vibe I want with this Hisashi.

And some Wack™ backstory lore I came up w for Hisashi, I dunno what I'll do w it but:

Cw: mention of infant murder, bc I'm Me™ and I was thinking about Yotsumegami (it's my favorite game) and how my version of Hisashi would tie in with it.

Yanno how in Yotsumegami “unwanted children” (children with disabilities, the younger of a twin pair or every sibling except the eldest in triplets or higher, etc) would be killed (it's a real historical practice in Japan, mabiki, they called it) or something like that? Would be kinda fun if an offshoot of that variety existed in the BnHA world, even if it's not outright child murder kids would be abandoned, especially in the chaos of the Dawn of Quirks. People who were scared of quirked people would abandon their quirked child, quirkist folk abandoned their quirkless children, it's chaos.

It would be more prominent during the initial chaos, though I guess laws and stuff would've been passed later on to prevent it or at least cut down the numbers— and the practice fizzled out but there's still a few remote rural villages who accept “unwanted” children.

One such secret community could be like, giving the surname “Akatani” (red valley, for the red of spider lilies used in mabiki in times past) to the children that were discarded at their metaphorical door. Do they still practice mabiki? Debatable. But it's like a giant secret orphanage with questionable, cult-like mentalities.

Akatani Hisashi was one of those until he miraculously escaped and tried to survive in the outside world.

Or maybe he didn't have the Akatani surname at first bc nobody in the remote village had any surname but once he got out he might've created the surname as a way to hm, not quite honor but carry his origins into his new life.

(maybe Yoichi was almost mabiki'd too, like I said I'm still not entirely sure where I'm going with this)

So Izuku gets to grow up w two parents who care a great deal for him. Maybe they move away, resulting in Izuku not having to deal w Bakugou in his childhood. Maybe Izuku makes friends with some other future 1-A classmate.

The Commission keeps trying to track down this one rogue “vigilante reporter” whose name is unknown. And they keep failing because Hisashi (along with his son and excessive gaggle of... comrades? followers? does the Midoriya family accidentally create an organization of rabid info gatherers?) is a certified cryptid.

Izuku has his hands in so many pots. He's a lot more nosey than in canon probably?

Endeavor had better be prepared bc his entire way of life is about to go up in smoke

I don't know why but I just have this very strong feeling that Stain doesn't like Hisashi for one reason or another.

I... wouldn't be entirely opposed to the AU just chucking Bakugou out the window so that he's not in 1-A (or in UA at all, fuck that pomeranian) and instead is replaced by another loud blond...

Fucking Monoma, LMAO.

A lot of the AU is just ?????? for now and most of it is Hisashi backstory but hnnnnng I want to do something with these jigsaw pieces I just don't know what

Also I'll be sending in Hisashi's design in a non-anon ask but could you append it to this ask's answer instead? Thanks!

I adore everything about this!?!?!

Also I didn't get another ask, anon or not, so Tumblr might have eaten it

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My Sanders Sides headcanons (some sad some random X3). Anyway I'm mentally ill about my favorite guys so here's my headcanons only at this point they aren't even the same characters anymore and I should probably just make them my OCS but fuck you I won't do that. First off if you know me it's obviously Janus.

I think he uses all pronouns (I'm gonna be referring to him with he/him here so nobody gets confused) but won't elaborate on his gender or sexuality because he likes making people guess.

He's very tall (Remus likes to climb him like a jungle gym) and wears heels because, despite being unable to properly walk, he likes feeling superior to people. Of course this works against him and he ends up hitting his head, getting his hat swept off him by low ceilings, and tripping a lot without his cane. He also needs a cane because he's not used to having legs (he usually has a snake tail) and will trip over his own feet or forget to walk sometimes. Still he insists on wearing heels. "Beauty is pain" and all that

He's color blind and can only see in shades of yellow or blue like a lot of snakes (Patton knows this and decided on wearing a nice light blue so that he stands out to Janus because they're animal buddies shhh ignore canon we don't talk about that here).

He feeds on radiation I just know it in my soul. On the topic of things I have no reason to believe but I do. He's indigenous like me, sorry guys it's just true.

He's like the local cryptid. He'll often stand in the back of photos just to scare the others or pop up out of nowhere and stand behind them until they notice (he thinks he's so funny. Little bastard man. I'm gonna take a bite out of his skull. Cut him open to reveal he's been a cake all along) this has gotten him punched on several occasions.

In the same sentence he'll be like "hey I'm really worried about you" and then "you should kill yourself NOW"

Big Mortica Addams and Lady Dimitrescu vibes.

He really likes being outside. He's a gardener and takes care of wild animals. He does the white lady thing of saying "oh he's just a harmless little guy" when the little guy in question is a whole wolf :/

He follows Remus around when he goes adventuring because he doesn't trust him enough to not die. Where you go I go looking ass.

He does participate in a little bit of witchcraft.

Vegan. I can't explain this one.

His scales are hard like armor and are scattered throughout his body. He lets Remus chew on them.

[pjunicornart]

Okay sooo ummmm I've been working on something in the background.

So like, I've been working on a Meet the Robinsons AU idea that I plan on making a ton of content for in the background, I even have some art for it already. However, I wanna see if people would be interested in it... so I'm gonna describe the main players of the AU and answer some questions here in this post because I've just been DYING to info dump about this! Okay, let's start with...

The explanation of everything! What even is this AU I'm working on? It'll be called "Lazy Days." Essentially, this is an AU where the Robinson family stays in their comfy clothes and bedheads all day while drinking tea and/or coffee and binging junk food while watching movies... to name a few activities. My vision for this AU is a super cozy and chill vibe. Sweaters, socks, sweatpants, sleep shorts, donuts, whipped cream cans, coffee mugs, pizza, lo-fi, and more await in this AU!

What are some key differences? Besides the comfy lounge wear? Well, for one, Neil and Franny have more kids. Wilbur is still the eldest, he just has three little siblings now! One of which is adopted! I'll tell you more about them later on in this post. As for another key difference? Neil is still a super genius and everything, however, all of his inventions have a noticeably more... cozy, aesthetic feel. All I'm saying is, Carl looks REAL different in this AU.

Will there be a story? Meh... I'm still debating that. For now, it's just kind of a thing I entertain when I want to/am prompted to. If it were to have a story, it would probably focus on Wilbur and his sibs.

What did you mean by the "main players?" Just what I what refer to as the "core" members of the family. So, Neil and Fran, plus their four kids: Wilbur, Freddie, Mazie, and Leo. Speaking of...

Cornelius 42 years old. Summary: Caffeine Junkie, Sleepyhead, Scatterbrain Owner of his own engineering company, and a pretty chill one at that. He baffles others in his field because on the surface, he seems to not be all there - his choice to show up to important meetings and talks in sweatpants doesn't exactly help with that assumption. However, nobody can deny his amazing intellect, even if it at first glance it seems buried under all the goofball-ness.

Franny 41 years old. Summary: Intense, Mama Bear, Prideful A global phenomenon for her music featuring her own frog band! She's made up her brand from the fact that she's the only musician in the world right now who makes music using little amphibians who miraculously learned how to walk and talk. Besides music, Franny also adores everything about her husband.

Wilbur 16 years old. Summary: Sheepish, Easily Bored, Bookworm When he's not sneaking snacks from the kitchen in the middle of the night, he's usually curled up in a chair reading the book he recently checked out from the local library. His parents are surprised just how much he mellowed out compared to three years ago. That being said... ADHD doesn't magically go away after you grow up a little.

Freddie 13 years old. Summary: Old Soul, Green Thumb, Foodie She was adopted into the family two years after Wilbur was born. It was a circumstance of her father not being able to take care of her at the time. She's the plant person of the family, opting to spend her days taking care of her little garden in the backyard. Which includes fresh produce!

Mazie 10 years old. Summary: Weirdo, Hypersensitive, Pouty She's absolutely OBSESSED with cryptids. Bigfoot, Night Crawlers, Aliens, Mothman... you name it, she probably knows a whole book's worth of information about it. Hell, she'll even watch cryptid adjacent stuff. For example, kaiju movies. Her ultimate dream is to see the Loch Ness Monster. Or Bigfoot. Or aliens. Or any cryptid.

Leo 3 years old. Summary: Non-Verbal, Picky, Loner Leo is the only one who takes after his father, sharing his blonde hair. Which couldn't have worked out better! You see, after Leo was born, Franny went on a massive world tour. So Neil was the one taking care of him during his early years, and so Leo got very attached to his daddy. Wherever Neil goes, Leo follows. He's very fussy and uncooperative if Neil is away at work or just out for groceries.

I'm super curious to see your thoughts on this, if any. I'm gonna make stuff for this regardless, but I still want to start some conversations! Ask box is always open! THIS POST HAS A SISTER POST NOW! This one has images! :o Here it is -> Lazy Days Character Busts.

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Headcanons for Splendorman that I didn't get to put in my last post bc I didn't know where

Here we go:

He has a whispy voice with a slightly high pitch that softens when talking with children, but he easily turns low and direct when he's tired or upset.

He has a pretty theatrical talk, as if he's making a whole circus performance, though he usually sounds very disconnected from the people he's engaging with, as if he's daydreaming or in his own world.

Voice headcanons: Johnny Deph's Willy Wonka and Mad Hatter, and Tim Curry's lower pitch when tired/upset.

Splendor is probably the only faceless person who might be interested in having a relationship.

And I mean might because he doesn't really yearn for one, he's just open to the idea. But so far no one has caught his attention, there ain't many creatures who make the cut for a century-old cryptid's love interest anyway.

Even though he acts very upbeat and happy he's usually very tired when he's done for the day (which is almost never), taking care of many children and acting as a therapist for many people is draining, especially when you have none to talk to or hang out with.

He actually has a lot of pressure bc he feels like he needs to put on a happy face and a good performance for the sake of the people. He doesn't trust anyone else to do what he does or help him so he forces himself to bear that baggage alone. And since he doesn't have anyone for him and refuses to be vulnerable with his family he usually ignores those feelings or hides away.

Despite his fame of being the most emotional it is very rare to catch him crying.

It is unkown where he got his anger issues from. They know that he started showing symptoms since young, but nobody knows why.

Maybe is because he usually bottles up his emotions, maybe it's all the resentment he holds, maybe he got them from one of his parents or maybe they're the results of how he was raised.

His family speculates its the Faceless' "true nature" he's been holding back all this time, like a bomb. Which is not true.

They believe they are naturally evil beings, but that's because they've spent all their lives consuming toxic emotions and getting consumed by them they just think that's how it is.

I really get a lot of Will Wood vibes from him. Like as a fun guy that may or may not be a little messed up who has a level of deph and feelings he's not sure how to adress so he may look like he's deliring sometimes or he's speaking from the heart but not making sense other times.

His song? Dr. Sunshine by Will Wood

I mean, its even in the name.

He has complicated feelings about the proxies and the residents of Slenderman's mansion. On one hand he feels for them and wishes he could get them out of his brother's grip, on the other he knows they're bad people –maybe as bad as his family– and doesn't think they deserve another chance.

But in any way he doesn't trust any of them near the kids he takes care of.

Same with his brother. He loves Slenderman so much, but its really hard to see his little brother torturing people for whatever reason and acting very condescending towards him. He's still able to put his foot down when necesary, though it always comes back to zero.

Splendorman does not like Laughing Jack. Like- at all. They both constanty brawl over the children and Jack sometimes manages to sneak in Splendor's domain which angers him even more because nobody's supposed to do that.

Now. Laughing Jack is not a resident at Slenderman's mansion, he's mostly on his own. But Jack hangs out with Slenderman and his proxies a lot to have some protection from him. Slenderman is aware of that and he plays along to annoy Splendorman even more.

This just makes the relationship between the brothers ever more tense.

Faceless people understand and speak every human languaje. However, only Splendorman has bothered to learn sign languages, the faceless people usually talk through telepathy but he understands how this might be pretty upsetting to deaf people.

Slendorman is not a fan of technology. He just never could get a hold of it. He's an old man.

He's not a big fan of alcohol. Even though faceless people can't get drunk. He just doesn't like the strong flavor it has, but if he had to choose he would go for wine or any fruit-flavored licor or mezcal.

He owns a lot of walking sticks, he likes them a lot.

One time a kid told him that he looked like their grandfather and he stopped using them for a while.

He knows how to play various instruments, and although he isn't a singer himself he likes to make up songs for the kids sometimes.

He's also a good dancer and is a really big fan of Swing.

This is all I got 🧍‍♂️

I wanted to write more headcanons but I figured that might need a little bit more context of the lore I'm building for the Slenderbros. So I'll start working on a blog where I'll dive into all the mythos I got for them, but first I want to make some other blogs dedicated to Slenderman and Trenderman first to be a little bit organized.

[thr-333]

Why do I feel like Junior would totally become friends with his brothers, his brothers knowing they are related but keeping quiet about it, and Junior bringing his brothers over to hang out at his house, only for Leo to walk in to see three angry bros, and Junior smiling and being like: "Oh hey dad! I wanted you to meet my new friends!" With Leo sweating cuz of it.

I have an outline for this! And you’re sort of right. At the point Junior meets his brothers in the fic he has no idea they are his brothers and no idea his Dad is from the future. He is however secretly fighting in the battle nexus as a way to relieve stress from trying to be the perfect kid for his dad. Big mama is the only one who knows who the seemingly fox yokai really is.

One day Savage is out in the sewers looking for Junior or “Blue” when he gets found by big mama’s men and dragged to the battle nexus. He and Junior end up fighting each other with no idea who the other is. 

Part way through the fight Junior realizes this guy is not in his right mind and doesn't want to be here. He stops fighting and tries to reach out to Savage doing his best to calm the other down. He succeeds in stopping the fight and guiding Savage out of the ring. Future Leo saw the whole thing on tv.

Big Mama confronts Junior and Savage for ruining the fight. Junior threatens to leave the battle nexus all together if she doesn't let Savage go. Asking who she would rather lose an up and coming champion or a nobody picked up on the side of the road. Ultimately she lets them go and Junior has to guide Savage back to the sewers. The two get along strangely well. That is until Junior takes off his disguise.

“Blue!”

“Blue? Oh you mean my face markings? Those are red buddy,”

“Blue!”

“No red- and now we’re hugging alright then,”

Junior eventually manages to extract himself from Savage, don his disguise and head back to the battle Nexus. Where he is immediately attacked by his Dad. Leo demands to know what he did with Savage and where the hell he is. Junior having never seen his Dad this angry let alone to be on the receiving end tells him. Leo relaxes knowing Raph should be back with their brothers safe.

Curious at the whole interaction, Junior asks how he knows Savage and why he even cares. Leo says something cryptid about knowing him a lifetime ago, confusing the hell out of the incognito Junior who has never heard of this guy before.

But it starts something. From that day on Junior will sneak topside to the sewers to hang out with Savage when he can find them. Savage can’t tell anyone that he found Blue but latches onto his lost brother whenever he visits. Junior loves hanging out with his new friend. Exploring the sewers and insisting that his markings are red not blue no matter how many times Savage says otherwise.

The only inkling anyone gets that something is up is Raph and Red who are suddenly waking up from Savage episodes with pants or sandals on(Junior was very proud of himself that he got the snapper to wear clothes).

Now someone please ask me how he meets the rest of his brothers.

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LYRIC SENTENCE STARTERS : EUPHORIA.

a selection of lyrics taken from my personal gender euphoria playlist, specifically focusing on love, validation, and encouragement! feel free to change wording and pronouns and provide context as necessary. do not add to this list.

“he knew it was time, he’d made up his mind.”

“boy, you’d better begin to get those crazy notions right out of your head.” 

“nickname, who do you think that you are?”

“pull yourself together, you know you should do better.”

“this could be my last chance.”

“you’re always dreaming.”

“you won’t get very far.”

“don’t you know who you are?”

“honey, spread your wings and fly away.”

“you’re a free man.”

“come on, honey.”

“he left yesterday behind him, you might say he was born again.”

“it keeps changing fast and it don’t last for long.”

“they say that he got crazy once and he tried to touch the sun.”

“his life is full of wonder but his heart still knows some fear.”

“won’t you let me go down in my dreams?”

“ten miles behind me, and ten thousand more to go.”

“maybe you can believe it if it helps you to sleep.”

“singing works just fine for me.”

“i’m alright, nobody worry ‘bout me.”

“can’t you just let it be?”

“do what you like.”

“it’s your life.”

“who you gonna be tonight?”

“who is it really making up your mind?”

“listen to your own heart beating.”

“everybody let me be.”

“i don’t need you to worry for me ‘cause i’m alright.”

“i don’t want you to tell me it’s time to come home.”

“i don’t care what you say anymore, this is my life.”

“i still belong, don’t get me wrong.”

“you can speak your mind, but not on my time.”

“do you ever wonder why i feel i have to hide?”

“others’ perceptions give me panic attacks.”

“i’ll hide in the forest where i can be free.”

“maybe to you it sounds a little strange.”

“maybe i wanna be a cryptid.” 

“be who you are.”

“maybe my ideal body is bigfoot’s.”

“so when i feel sad i’ll screech into the night.”

“they think i’m a little strange.”

“maybe my ideal body is mothman’s.” 

“when i’m ready, i will fly us out of here.”

“i’ll figure out a way to get us out of here.”

“will everybody please give him a little bit of space?”

“the stars welcome him with open arms.”

“strangely he feels at home in this place.”

“sing me a song, tell me your thoughts.”

“I could listen to you all night long.”

“tell me about the things that you love.”

“the world simply needs more affection.”

“i don’t care about what people think of me.”

“we’ve got so much time to kill and so many things to see.”

“life’s too short to worry about things that we got wrong.”

“you don’t know what it’s like to be nothing at all.”

“it’s nothing i can’t change.”

“like a vision she dances across the porch as the radio plays.”

“hey, that’s me, and i want you only.”

“show a little faith, there’s magic in the night.”

“but hey, you’re alright, and that’s alright with me.”

“roll down the window and let the wind blow back your hair.”

“come take my hand.”

“hey, i know it’s late, we can make it if we run.” 

“and i know you’re lonely for words that i ain’t spoken.”

“tonight we’ll be free, all the promises’ll be broken.”

“you know you can’t hold me forever.”

“i didn’t sign up with you.”

“this boy’s too young to be singin’ the blues.”

“i’ve finally decided my future lies beyond the yellow brick road.”

“give him a fire in his heart, give him a light in his eyes.”

“give him a hand that he could lean on and a strength to call his own.” 

“he came to turn the pages and to make a brand new start.”

“we’ll try to carry on.”

“what else could i do?”

“i’m so inspired by you.” 

“now i know that happiness goes on.”

“the greatest miracle of all is how i need you and how you needed me too.”

“maybe i’ve been hoping too hard but i’ve gone this far and it’s more than i hoped for.”

“i’ll take my chances.”

“now i know the woman that you are.”

“you’re wonderful so far and it’s more than i hoped for.”

“i’m so in love with you, honey.”

“everything is gonna be alright.”

“and now, i smile and face the girl that shares my name.”

“just give yourself some time.”

“that’s just growin’ up.”

“don’t overthink it, boy.”

[ardentastronomer]

this is probably the most organization ill ever do here

so i guess this is something for navigational and knowing things about me purposes. if you want that

hi, i exist. i do stuff like convert oxygen into carbon dioxide and consume ungodly amounts of sugar and go on about random things nobody really cares about. also i make lame jokes and bad puns

you can call me astro or alex. or honestly i will respond to "hey you." i genuinely dont care all that much

(random stuff under here)

facts about me:

im homestuck trash first and foremost

derse dreaming knight of light

gryffindor

intp

my gender got lost in the void. i blame homestuck for this happenning

im in too many fandoms send help

i try to write songs then furiously erase them

i like to theorize about nearly everything

big swiftie (lover, evermore, and 1989 stan)

5w6

virpia (if you know what that means)

oh yeah i draw things too forgot that was a thing

confused confused confused

enjoyer of forests and cryptid/gremlincore type aesthetics

i can do calculus its fun guys trust me

why is making music so hard why is the recording so crunchy send help i need backup here

that is all, have a karkalicious day

(not made by me!!)

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this was posted accidentally

by LavenderReaper

There was something off about L’manburg.

This wasn’t uncommon knowledge.

Maybe it was the people- their teeth were just a bit too sharp to be human, and voices just a little bit… unearthly.

Or maybe it was the church for a god that nobody else had ever heard of, or the lake that seemed to swallow all those who swam in it- erasing them completely and leaving nothing behind.

Or maybe it was the fact that nobody knew who the mayor was, or that the principal talked about 1712 like he was there, or that the bakery on Fir never seemed to change, and neither did its owner ever seem to switch.

- Or: Author likes cryptids and got bored

Words: 5296, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of L'manburg as a Cryptid Town

Fandoms: Dream SMP

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Wilbur Soot, Niki | Nihachu, TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Toby Smith | Tubbo, Jack Manifold, Ponk | DropsByPonk (Video Blogging RPF), Phil Watson | Philza, Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF)

Relationships: Wilbur Soot & Everyone, Toby Smith | Tubbo & TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Toby Smith | Tubbo & Wilbur Soot, really everyone else are background characters in this saga

Additional Tags: Cryptids, Alternate Universe - Small Town, Kinda?, mainly its cryptids in a small town, Sleepy Bois Inc are Cryptids, everyone is lmao, Fae Niki | Nihachu, Tags Contain Spoilers, Keep that in mind!, Cause not all the cryptid species/types are meant to be known at first, ft. Wilbur breaking all the faerie rules, Platonically Married Toby Smith | Tubbo and TommyInnit, implied by Tommy's long long list of names, some people havent arrived yet theyre left out intentionally, ft. Wilbur denying that everyone is a cryptid, Shapeshifter TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Bee Hybrid Toby Smith | Tubbo, Basically, kind of, Bee Cryptid Tubbo, Eret is just Eret, i didnt even have to do anything they just have mysterious vibes, Immortal Eret (Video Blogging RPF), Cryptid TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Cryptid Toby Smith | Tubbo, is Wilbur a cryptid?, Crack Treated Seriously, that fits this so well, Undead Jack Manifold, Doctor Ponk | DropsByPonk (Video Blogging RPF), what else are they?, the author doesnt know and doesnt care enough to decide, whatever you think they are, thats right, Immortal Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), he is so done with all of them, Wilbur Soot-centric, the places mentioned are completely random by the way, i kinda wanna make a wilbur backstory now lmao, he's just got so much going on!, Dream is a Cryptid, yes he sure is, that wasnt gonna be a tag but, thats... what this is, unbetaed, Not Proofread, beta's not here we die like author's motivation to complete this, it was meant to have 2k more words ;-;, but then i read the art of revenge and that went out the window lmao

[ryqoshay]

Putting on Hairs - Post Production: All Wounds?

Primary Pairing Trio: YuuAyuSetsu Rating: T Words: 671 AU: Theater, Monsters, Cryptids, Eldritch Beings Fandom: Love Live Nijigasaki Parent Fic: Putting on Hairs - Post Production Time Frame: Sometime after the main story Event: Promptober 2022 Event Source: Idol Fanfic Heaven channel on Discord Prompt: Heal Content Warning: Descriptions of Abusive Parents Reminder: Setsuna is a Cthughan and Ayumu is a Moon Rabbit

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Author’s Note: Primary entry for Oct 25th

Summary: Setsuna receives a troubling letter

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Time heals all wounds.

That’s how the saying went.

But it was a lie.

Some wounds remained. They smoldered under the surface for years, waiting to erupt in volcanic fury when conditions were right. And right now…

“Setsuna-chan, are you al…” A hand landed on her shoulder. “Kyaaa!” It pulled away.

Ayumu’s cry of pain shocked Setsuna back to reality.

“Ayumu-san, I’m so sorry!” Setsuna spun toward her girlfriend. “Are you alright?” She grabbed what she assumed was the injured hand.

“I’m fine.” Ayumu assured, quickly hiding her rabbit ears that had spung up. She glanced about before relaxing as it seemed nobody had noticed. “I wasn’t expecting you to be so… warm.”

“That’s an understatement, Ayumu.” Yuu chimed in. “I can feel your heat from here, Setsuna-chan. What’s wrong?”

Setsuna swallowed, struggling to find the words to explain. After a long, awkward moment, she ended up just holding out the letter she had just found in the trio’s mailbox.

“Oh…” Yuu’s tone indicated she recognized the return addressee’s names; Setsuna’s parents.

“Why don’t we head upstairs.” Ayumu suggested, tentatively placing her hand again on Setsuna’s shoulder.

Setsuna nodded silently and let herself be led up to their apartment. All the while, her thoughts spun.

How had they found her? She had changed her legal name when she moved in with Yuu and Ayumu. Did they know her new name? The letter had been addressed to Nana. Did they know that she worked at the theater?

Her memories turned to the last time her parents had sent a letter to her. It had been before she had found employment at the Sonoda Kurosawa theater. Before she had made so many friends. Before Ayumu and Yuu had welcomed her into their lives. Before she had been so… happy.

Quite the contrary, she had been so miserable, so desperate, that she had considered reconciling with them. And she decided to meet with them.

But what a mistake that had been.

They hadn’t changed at all. The moment they spotted her, they stormed up and began to berate her for having run away. For abandoning the life they had worked so hard to give her. For ignoring their prior attempts to contact her. For… Setsuna had lost track at that point.

But she had fought back. She was proud of herself for that. She had chosen her path and no matter how lost she felt on it at that time, she refused to leave it again. She was going to be an actor. She had even earned a few small roles by then. She was struggling. Significantly. But she was holding on to a glimmer of hope. A glimmer she refused to let her parents quash ever again.

The fight drew attention, so eventually Setsuna decided she had enough and retreated. Her parents followed. It was only by the chaos of Azathoth that she managed to get through her complex’s door before them, stranding them outside. She watched them from a hall window, but they left right as she was ready to call the police.

She thought that was the end of it.

She had been wrong.

But she didn’t care what they had to say.

And as soon as Yuu opened their door, she stepped through and incinerated the letter. Then, she began to explain things. However, she only made it so far before the tears began to flow.

Yuu and Ayumu led her to the couch to sit before wrapping her in an embrace. Ayumu ran her hands gently through her hair. Yuu held her hand and intertwined their fingers. And both murmured gentle words of support and affirmation.

Through the turbulent emotions, Setsuna found herself grateful to have found such kind and loving girlfriends.

However, love and affection from trusted sources could only bury some wounds. Cover them in some way that they could more easily be forgotten for a while. But that didn’t mean they had healed. Because some wounds would never heal. Eternity itself could not heal some wounds.

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Author’s Note Continued: I’ve been meaning to explore Setsuna’s background more in this AU. But I keep getting distracted by Shizuku’s...

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✨ stranger things fic rec pt 2 ✨

part 1 | part 3

happy new year!

mostly steddie with some ronance/fruity four/platonic stobin sprinkled in. heed the ratings, there's a healthy amount of smut.

fics in this installment: 66 fics in total: 196

as per usual:

-all fics are in alphabetical order -please tell me if the links are broken/linked wrong

more fic recs my own works

and, as always, please leave kudos and comments, and reblog this post!

i adore you (i want you) - T, 1.4k, 1/1 vivahate

“Don’t.” Dustin hisses up at him, palm still pressing against Eddie’s stomach. “Can you guys not be gross at least when we’re here?”  Nobody else even cares, Eddie thinks sullenly but he’s still too busy staring longingly at his boyfriend to manage replying at the same time. Dustin’s look of annoyance turns into one of disgust and Eddie subconsciously touches a hand to the corner of his mouth. According to Robin he tends to drool sometimes when he’s looking at Steve. That doesn’t seem to be the case now though and he doesn’t even get a word in before Dustin’s groaning. All loud and dramatic.

I Held the Hand of the Devil - E, 3.7, 1/1 CapricornBookworm

Eddie looked up at Steve with those stupid big beautiful puppy-dog eyes, and Steve couldn’t decide if he’d rather kiss Eddie’s nose or fuck him into a mattress. Either way, he wanted Eddie Munson.

i just want coffee for breakfast - M, 1.5k, 1/1 skeletaldarling

Eddie and Steve, a few weeks after the beginning of their relationship, being soft and sweet in Steve's kitchen, making plans for the future.

i know what you are steve harrington - T, series soleum

Short, unrelated stories about Steve and Eddie

i made this mess with love. - E, 3.9k, 1/1 througheden (@thefreakandthehair)

“If you so much as fucking look at him again, I will hunt you to the ends of the earth like the dog you are and I will put you down.” He grits out through his teeth, watching as the other man’s eyes grow large. Steve drinks in the terror behind them and imagines how unhinged he must look to the others. He briefly considers not dropping his arm when the other man starts to sputter and choke. Eddie’s voice rings out somewhere near him. “Jesus H. Christ, what the fuck is going on?!”

I Starve Without You On My Lips - E, 4.4k, 1/1 god_hates_tyler (@bisexual-cryptid)

Eddie visits Steve on a particularly slow day at Scoops Ahoy, and then fucks him in the back room.

I use my own two hands (I rip up all of the seams) - M, 1.7k, 1/1 writerbri

Eddie senses something is wrong. He knows Steve, right down to the marrow of his bones. He knows when the tears that slip down his cheeks are the good kind of tears. He knows how he shudders and trembles when it’s good. He knows how heated his skin gets, when he twists and writhes and begs for more. But he’s silent, and he’s crying, and he’s cold to the touch. And nothing is right.

I want to run, I want to hide (I wanna tear down these walls that hold me inside) - E, 2/2 Gorgeousgreymatter

“You want me that bad, Munson?” It’s not what he’d been intending to say, but it comes out anyway. Maybe because part of him just wants to see what Eddie’s going to do. Maybe he will just open up his mouth right here and take a bite. Kind of feels like that’s what Eddie might do when his gaze turns wolfish, his eyes almost entirely black. “I don’t think you want to play this game with me, Stevie.”

i was made for lovin' you, baby - E, series joehardys

Steve and Eddie finding each other in the aftermath of Vecna.

I Wasn't Born Flawed - G, 1.4k, 1/1 jadeluvr

Her shaking arm was pushing open the door before her brain was registering it, and as soon as the bell rang, Steve eyes were gazing over her dishevelled vest with perceptible concern. Eventually, he caught sight of her tear stained face with her red eyes to match, and he was already hopping over the counter to flip the Open sign to Closed. OR: after robin was mocked and bullied for being a lesbian, she went to steve for comfort.

i wave goodbye to the end of beginning (goodbye) - N/A, 35k, 1/1 steveharringtoned

Eddie Munson has been going steady with Steve Harrington for a little while now. He’s learned to expect the occasional disturbance. In which he observes: 5 times Steve helps the kids, +1 time they help him.

I'd Meet You Where The Spirit Meets The Bones - E, 15k, 1/1 aaliona

Steve doesn't mean to go off his suppressants when the Venca stuff happens, but it triggers a full-blown heat. Joyce wants to blame this new alpha around him, but instead she watches from afar as both boys figure out what they want from each other and whether they're allowed to want it. Steve's trying to get through his heat, knowing the man he wants might be dying in the other room. And Eddie? Eddie just wants Steve.

I'm Crazy for Loving You - E, 6.1k, 1/1 yilinglazy (@jiangwrongcurator)

"So, tell me about these 'details.' The worst that can happen is I run screaming for the hills." "You're annoying." "And you love me anyway." Steve grinned, kissing the top of Eddie's head. It took a little more coaxing, but eventually, Eddie opened up a little bit, and when Steve didn't immediately resort to disgust, the trickle became a waterfall. It was a little alarming, the things that he said, but Steve did his best to contain any negative reaction. He wasn't disgusted per se, but he was definitely perplexed. The logistics of what Eddie was describing were lost on him, but as he listened, he became curious.

i'm lost in admiration, could i need you this much? - E, 7.2, 1/1 ransomsleftnipple

Being with Eddie has opened Steve up to so many desires he didn't know he had, desires hidden behind thinking he was straight, behind thinking he's not allowed to like these things. Eddie's always the confident one, the one who starts things, who suggests things, who reads Steve like a book and still asks if everything's okay. Steve wants to be the brave one this time. Hense, buying the skirt.

i've got you. - T, 1.1k, 1/1 througheden (@thefreakandthehair)

“Stevie, can you hear me in there?” Eddie asks, his head resting back against the door. He opts to pull both knees back up, splaying out a bit to either side as he wraps his arms around them. Silence and more whooshing of the water is the only response Eddie gets. He sighs and drops his head to stare down at the carpet beneath him. It breaks his heart, seeing Steve hurt like this.

if you'll come with me - G, 2k, 1/1 kingofsoftstyle

steve has an idea he wants to bring up to eddie that will drastically change their relationship.

ill stop the world and melt with you - T, 1.1k, 1/1 perseuswrites

“What happened?” Steve looks down and frowns, opening his mouth and closing it a few times before looking back up at Eddie teary eyed and Eddie holds his face, “Hey it’s okay, you can’t talk? Is that it? That’s alright. How about you just nod or shake your head okay?” Steve nods. or steve gets drunk after having a nightmare about eddie, eddie takes care of him

in the quiet of loving him - T, 5.5k, 1/1 Wispie

Will returns from Lenora. He hears about Eddie's guitar solo to save the world. He learns that he is not alone and that it's okay to love yourself.

Aka Will sees Eddie flirting with Steve, has a crisis over it, and they have a conversation where Will is told things he should have heard years ago.

In Your Holy Water - E, 4.3k, 1/1 god_hates_tyler (@bisexual-cryptid)

Eddie calls Steve his girlfriend jokingly, before realizing that Steve is very into it. Then they fuck about it. That's the fic. It's just Eddie calling Steve a good girl while fucking him senseless.

it all fell down (it all fell down) - T, 1.9k, 1/1 Mighty_Huntress

El can’t find them. They aren’t answering their walkie talkies. Erica said Lucas told her they were going to “their” spot, but every “spot” checked has been empty. Nancy, Jonathan, Joyce—they’re all clinging to the thinnest threads of sanity because El can tell they’re alive, she just can’t find them, but that only helps so much because his boys are missing. His boys are missing, and there’s no danger in swinging range. Steve’s hands continue to shake.

it better be black, it better be tight, it better be just my size - E, 6.5k, 1/1 trashmouthing

eddie helps steve clean his bedroom.

it must be something in the water - E, 13k, 1/1 rosefire

“Oh my god,” Steve said, panic threading his voice, “Oh my god oh my god —” “Hey, dude, relax, okay, we’re gonna — they’re gonna figure out we’re stuck in here and get us out. We’re gonna be fine,” Eddie said, actively tamping down the wave of frustration rising up in him. He felt his lips pull back from his teeth, a little, slamming the button for the lobby over and over, pressing the emergency call button, remembering he didn’t have his phone. He was too close to his fucking rut for this shit. “We’ve just gotta calm the fuck down —” “No,” Steve whined, “I — I can’t —” and Eddie whipped his head around, alarmed. Steve was flushed now, and the faint sheen on his face had been upgraded to actual beads of sweat, pooling at his temples. His pupils were dilated, and while Eddie stood, frozen, because he’d never in his life heard Steve sound like that, Steve shouldered off his backpack and unzipped his windbreaker with shaking hands, still gasping for air. “Hey, Steve, dude, we’re gonna be fine,” Eddie tried again, only then Steve whipped his windbreaker off his shoulders towards him and Eddie got a face full of his scent, and that wasn’t just warm rising off of him, that was heat.

it still hurts underneath my scars - E, 4.5k, 1/1 writerbri

"I’m so sorry.” “Shh,” Eddie says, a strain in his voice as he shakes his head. “I know, baby. I feel it too. But we’re okay. You have to know that.” Steve nods, swallowing the lump in his throat. He knows it now, even if he let his doubt run the show for a while there. “I love you,” he says, needing Eddie to hear it.

It's Times Like These (You Learn to Love Again) - T, 2/2 Fitzgi

"What the fuck happened to you, Steve?" Dustin asked, his voice soft for once. Steve's eyes slowly moved over to look at the teenager. He laughed humorlessly and shrugged his shoulders. "I won a fight." OR Steve ends up beaten and blooded at Eddie's door and the Munsons take care of their own.

It's you and me (won't be unhappy) - E, 2/3 Gwendolyn

Then they’re coming out of the trees and the land suddenly opens up before them, and Eddie pulls up to a spot of bare grass where the land is high and the brilliant sunset is perfectly spread out before them, unspoiled by electric poles or buildings. Eddie rolls the windows all the way down to let in the evening breeze and turns off the car. “Pretty, huh?” Eddie says, and Steve looks over at him, face lit up and glowing with the soft colors of the sky. “Yeah,” Steve replies, not moving his gaze from Eddie and feeling like he’s in some cheesy romance movie. He can’t help it. Or, Eddie teaches Steve more about sex, but then they realize this isn't just sex.

kids in the dark - M, series FagurFiskur

“Just relax.” Eddie runs his fingers through Steve’s hair and okay, that actually feels kind of nice. “This is happening, so you might as well enjoy it.” Robin laughs. “You’re gonna look so pretty, Steve.” “I’m gonna kill all of you,” Steve mutters but he sits still and lets Eddie muss up his hair probably beyond all recognition. “Seriously, none of this better leave this room.”

Kiss You - G, 2k, 1/1 Phineasflynns

Steve flips the two sandwiches sizzling in the pan and then turns to face Eddie, brows drawn up slightly in an expression the metalhead can’t quite place. That happens a lot lately -more often than not- Eddie will catch Steve looking at him, and it’s always the same look on his face that Eddie can’t seem to figure out. It makes his heart pound and his palms sweaty in spite of his confusion.

La Vie en Rose (Someday) - G, 1.4k, 1/1 Sleepdeprivedandfailingschool

An early morning in the Munson trailer. Or: Steve and Eddie being happy/domestic little shits :]

Lay All You Love On Me - T, 1.9k, 1/1 shigaswift

Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson are very protective of each other. Jason Carver really shouldn't have messed with them.

layer by layer, the framework was formed - G, series MacksDramaticShenanigans (@hotcocoaharrington)

eddie and steve, through the eyes of wayne

Let Me Be the Portable Heater - T, 3.8k, 1/1 kikisifi13

Okay, so maybe Steve’s gone a few extra miles past what was necessary. He hasn’t just *acquired* the tea. He’s already steeped it with a couple more spoonfuls of honey and put it in a thermos. And he hasn’t just acquired *tea*. He’d also bought chicken-noodle soup and orange juice from the supermarket, along with some surplus tissues and Nyquil. They’re sitting now in the passenger seat of the beemer, secured by a fuzzy throw blanket that rarely left the Harringtons’ linen closet. Steve has just pulled into the trailer park, noting the absence of the van in the driveway. Wayne must be at work, meaning that Eddie is alone. 'Not for long,' Steve thinks to himself. Eddie comes down with a head cold only days away from a Hellfire session, but Steve isn't going to let him suffer alone. Not after everything that Eddie has done for him.

let's make love in the summertime - E, 1.5k, 1/1 bittlebarnes

It’s hot today. Honestly, it’s got to be at least 100 degrees. The air conditioning in their complex can barely keep up with the heat and Steve has already sweated his way through his tank top. A little heat’s never stopped Eddie though. -or- Eddie slow fucks Steve with a strap during a heatwave.

Like The Beat Of A Heart - N/A, 9.1k, 1/1 BlackUnicorn

“And you must be Will the Wise,” Eddie greeted him when the other kids had finally let go. “I heard all about you.” Will the Wise arched a single eyebrow at him. “You did.” It wasn't even a question, the kids voice dry and doubtful. Will kind of hated him, Eddie thought, and then immediately wondered what he'd done to deserve that because while he was very used to random strangers hating him for no fucking reason, he'd kind of hoped this particular random stranger would be an exception to the rule. Joke was on the kid, though, because Eddie loved a challenge. “Most powerful wizard in all the land,” he said, cracking a smile that he hoped was disarming enough as he offered his hand. Will glanced at it for a moment, then at his face, his eyes narrowed ever so slightly. Assessing him. Eddie wasn’t too worried, though, simply wiggled his fingers and waited for Will to make the next move. He did. A surprisingly strong hand grabbed his own, shaking it firmly. “By the by,” Eddie tagged on in a low voice so that only Will could hear, planning to go all in, “I personally thought Zombie Boy was a pretty badass name.”

like you wanted it forever - T, 1.6k, 1/1 cpressmn

Steve is too much, and it’s not fair, and now they might die and Steve might hate him forever if they both even make it out of this, but Eddie can’t bring himself to care. They’re already in hell, so why not? “Yeah?” Steve’s still staring at him, expectant. His mouth is turned down in concern and Eddie doesn’t feel like resisting anymore. “Hey, man, you alr—” He strides forward, determined, and grabs a stunned Steve by his cheeks before pressing their lips together.

Love Without Strings - T, 5.4k, 1/1 sillylittleclowndude

Hopper sighed out, “Getting used to getting your face beat in is not something that you should have ever had to deal with. You or Robin.” “Oh no, it’s really okay, Hop, I swear. It’s like, kind of my job, ya know?” “I’m sorry?” Hopper spoke up, looking at Steve’s face like he thought he may have misheard. The rest of the crew also turned to look at Steve with confusion on their faces. Or Steve doesn’t realize that his friends didn’t know about what happened in the underground Russian base and everything spills out when Hopper mentions his time in a Russian prison.

Love, let me see my way back to you - E, series StarsHideYourFires

Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington were high school sweethearts, separated by circumstance. Thanks to their meddling twelve-year-old twins, they have reunited and have the chance to work at being the family they always wanted to be.

Mallrat - E, 3/3 ozwrites

Eddie Munson is the furthest thing from a mallrat. But there are three very persistent 14-year-olds tugging on his sleeve, begging him to take them to Starcourt after school. ‘The Game Player’ has D&D dice and the kids, the actual mallrats, want to go. Who is he to deny them this simple joy? Eddie takes Mike, Dustin, and Lucas to the nerd store. On the way back to the lot, they pass The Gap, Zales, Jazzercise, and- “Jesus Christ, dude is that Steve?!”

Man Of My (Wet) Dreams - E, 14k, 1/1 xeoncain666

“Oh, you like when I call you princess?” Steve nodded with a whimper. “How about baby? Sweetheart? Honey?” It felt like Steve’s brain was being overloaded and about to self-destruct. “All of it, Eddie. Everything you say drives me up the fucking wall.”

mark my skin, use your teeth - E, series Adure (@toburnup)

Eddie's holding the tattoo needle, arms splattered with ink, and he's pressing the tip to Steve's skin. Dragging it along to form a curved line, right over his chest, across his beating heart.

maybe a kiss before i leave you this way - E, 5.7k, 1/1 ruinations

“Don’t you have work?” “Yeah,” Steve confirms, blinking owlishly, innocently, “but I want to make a baby with you.” - Steve wants a baby and Eddie tries his damndest to give him one.

Melt - E, 2k, 1/1 Blapblaps

Steve’s gotta wake up to get ready for work soon, and Eddie’s in the habit of waking him up in the mornings since he’s always the first to crack open his eyes. Eddie woke up this morning with the aftertaste of Steve in his mouth, and he needs Steve on top of him before he goes, just for a little while.

melt your headache's, call it home - G, 3.8k, 1/1 PoolToast22

Steve squeezed his eyes shut. They felt tender and bruised like an apple dropped on the ground, soft to the touch and ever visible beneath the darkened flesh. The muscles in his jaw, his temple, his forehead, they all ached. Tension stretched his skin thin like a day-old sunburn.  He didn't fucking have time for this.  With a deep breath, he opened them. Sunlight accosted him, sending a pulsing awareness through his skull. Where were his fucking sunglasses? - AKA the one where Steve gets a headache but Eddie helps take care of him

Misjudged Your Limits - T, 3.2k, 1/1 kikisifi13

"According to Robin, the first signs that Steve was getting a migraine were the little things, things that would seem normal if they were coming from anyone else. Steve had walked into Family Video that morning fifteen minutes late, wearing sunglasses and clutching a thermos of coffee. And sure, it was summer. But the knowing glance that Robin shot Eddie told him this wasn’t that." After being beaten up one too many times, Steve Harrington has some head trauma to show for it. This also means migraines, which he tries his best to avoid displaying. 3 months into dating Eddie Munson, that particular situation becomes unavoidable, and when Steve is forced to be vulnerable, Eddie doesn't know what the hell he's supposed to do. Cue Robin leading Eddie through Caring For Steve's Migraines: A Comprehensive Guide. TW: headaches, nausea, vomiting

Mutual Future (Reapeat) - T, 6k, 1/1 sidekickjoey (@sidekickjoey)

It's Hawkins, Indiana. November 1983. Again. By some grace, our gang has a second chance at life - some literally. Faced with a chance to do it all over again, many choose to spend their time finally acting like kids and enjoying the childhood they were deprived of for three years. Steve Harrington, on the other hand, returns with a long to-do list of things he needs to change. To make up for. To fix. First on that list? Finding Eddie Munson, and single-handedly making up for everything bad that ever happened to the man with three little words: "Is that Metallica?"

my hands are tied - T, 1.5k, 1/1 lesbianrobin

As their kiss deepens, Steve goes to reach for Eddie's hair, and freezes as the black bandana around his wrists binds them together. Eddie smiles against his lips and leans back to whisper, "What'cha trying to do there, Stevie?" Steve's heart stutters in his chest. He can feel goosebumps starting to form on his arms as Eddie pushes them above his head, wrists still bound, and presses himself back to Steve's chest and continues to kiss him. Steve tries to focus on Eddie's lips, on Eddie's hands cradling his face, even though he can feel the fabric binding his wrists together and the way they press against each other, his pulse seemingly magnified by the dual pounding of each artery, and it's fine, it's okay, he can focus on Eddie and the faint smell of laundry detergent and cigarettes, and Eddie's weight in his lap, and Steve is fine. - (he's not fine)

My Hands Have Made Some Good Mistakes. (They Can Always Make Better Ones.) - G, 2.3k, 1/1 Atlas_M_33

The first time that Eddie notices, they’re trekking through the woods looking for some kind of gate, though it's not until a few minutes later that he realizes what it was that stood out to him. For all that he was very much a jock, Harrington’s still a rich kid who shouldn’t have had to work a day in his life, cruising through on his daddy’s reputation, but there were calluses, rough and prominent, on his palm where their hands touched. (Five times Eddie notices Steve Harrington's hands, and one time Steve thinks about Eddie’s.)

My Heart's In Bloom - G, 2k, 1/1 harperfinkle

“And these are for me?” Eddie looks at him like he’s just grown a second head. “Well… yeah,” Steve smiles, and Eddie’s brain suddenly stops working. OR: Steve keeps giving Eddie flowers.

Need Your Love So Bad - E, 2/2 Blapblaps

Something’s up with Steve today. He’s been working all week and too tired to think about himself, but there’s something else there, too. Eddie takes it upon himself to cater to his needs; make him feel safe, loved, and desired.

Never A Thank You - T, 2k, 1/1 Arrival_Of_Dawn

Being the babysitter is a thankless job, but Steve wouldn't trade it for anything because damn if he doesn't love his kids. At least he has Eddie by his side to make everything better. And for some reason Eddie really likes the way Steve looks when he's covered in blood.

new times, cause old ones aren't really us - M, 4k, 1/1 saturnatlast, thoselittlelights

His heart has been swelling and he wants a shower but he can't pull himself out of this coma that Steve playing the piano, always so hauntingly beautifully, draws him into, like the stars are the sky and the sky is the fucking stars.

No Rest for the Wicked and Horny - E, 2.4k, 1/1 HopelessRomantic_12

“You beg so nicely for me. And I know you would be so good. But I also think it’s pretty selfish of you to ask me to sacrifice my precious sleep just so you can get off. So how ‘bout I make you a deal?” They’ve been together long enough for Steve to know how evil Eddie can be with his games, but he has to admit his interest is piqued. Eddie doesn’t wait for him to respond before continuing. “I’ll keep my hand right here,” he strokes Steve through his pants to emphasize his words, “and you can move around all you want. But if you don’t come within… let’s say 60 seconds, we might just have to wait until morning to solve your little problem.” Steve’s eyes widen with understanding. His cock twitches with understanding, too. 60 seconds? Steve supposes he must have gotten off that fast before, and he’s definitely on his way there right now—but still, a lot is on the line here. He takes a deep breath, ready for the challenge. “When does my time start?” Eddie’s eyes flicker, complimented by a devilish grin. “Now.” *** Or: Steve can't sleep and Eddie makes him a deal.

nothing's gonna harm you (not while i'm around) - T, 2.8k, 1/1 judasofsuburbia

when max mayfield shows up at eddie munson's door after a nightmare, the last thing she expects to see is steve harrington staring back at her. or steve and eddie being the big brothers that max deserves.

now and forever - E, series FromTheEmbers

Eddie Munson is everything Steve is not supposed to want in an alpha. It doesn't make him want him any less. Following the lives of Steve, Eddie and their children through the years.

Obey Your Master - E, 9k, 1/1 goldenringboy

If Eddie Munson was asked a year ago– hell, even a month ago– if he ever imagined Steve Harrington, the King of Hawkins High, sitting around a scratched up table in a dingy basement with a bunch of high school kids playing fucking Dungeons and Dragons, well he’d ask what drugs you were on and where he could get some. ___ Steve plays D&D for the first time. It goes about as well as you expected.

Odds and Ends - T, 5.4k, 1/1 kikisifi13

The plan is this: Steve is supposed to take the kids to see the newest Star Trek movie this Friday. The problem is this: Steve is due for a migraine. sequel to "Misjudged Your Limits"

On and on - T, 9/9 Belladonnax

After Nancy calls him bullshit, Steve finds another party. He decides to keep drinking. He's not too sure how he ends up curled up with Eddie Munson but he's kind of glad he did. It quickly becomes the best thing that could have happened to him.

On Your Knees When You Look At Me - E, 5.1k, 1/1 god_hates_tyler (@bisexual-cryptid)

Steve tries on his uniform for his new job at Scoops Ahoy, just to make sure it fits. When he shows his boyfriend, he has an unexpected reaction to it. (i.e. he thinks it's very hot.)

one ring to rule them all - T, 1.7k, 1/1 arrowxsun

Steve was already down on one knee when Eddie looked at him again, the concrete hot against his skin. Eddie’s eyes widened. “Get up, Harrington.” Steve smiled. He could feel his hands shaking. “Why Munson, you usually like it when I’m on my knees for you” or: Steve, Eddie and Dustin go watch The Fellowship of the Ring together when it comes out and Steve has something planned.

paint me in trust - E, 5k, 1/1 jojojokestar

It's Steve's first time getting stoned, and he wants to try something new. He's completely blown away by the results.

paper rings - M, 2k, 1/6 sam_writes_fics

Eddie picks up his head just enough to prop his chin up on Steve’s chest. “Looking at what?” “Your rings,” Steve answers easily, staring down at the silver bands sitting on three of Eddie’s fingers. “I’ve never really looked at them before. Not up close.” // 5+1 times Steve and Eddie talk about rings.

paradise in a new light - E, 2/2 spoilerings

Steve doesn’t even have time to think about it before his body decides for him, and he kneels unceremoniously down on the carpet between Eddie’s open legs. He has no clue where the urge comes from, and he can’t help but notice that it feels good. He hears a shocked little ‘oh’ from above him, but he can’t find it in himself to be embarrassed; just rests his temple against Eddie’s thigh and closes his eyes. or Steve arrives at Eddie’s exhausted beyond belief after a long shift. Eddie takes care of him.

paralyzed - N/A, 4,5k, 1/1 chlorue

Tonight was proving to be one of the worst nights of Steve’s life. It was the first night of Corroded Coffin’s tour in Indiana in a sold out venue and Steve had barely seen Eddie all day. Of course Steve and the rest of the group caught tickets for the show, like hell they were going to miss this show. But Steve has been hanging out with Dustin, Max, and the rest of the kids all day. Not that he didn’t enjoy hanging out with them (making sure they were making good decisions), but Steve was crawling out of his skin being away from Eddie today.

Partners In Crime - T, 2.3k, 1/1 god_hates_tyler (@bisexual-cryptid)

Jason ambushes Steve and Eddie on their way to Eddie's van. He starts antagonizing Eddie and calling him names, which Steve will not put up with. They get in a fight and Hopper has to come and break it up.

Peaceful Bliss - G, 2.1k, 1/1 unkreativstermensch

"Henderson,” Eddie groans. “Do you have any idea what time it is?" He rubs his hands over his face. Dustin nods. "Of course, it’s 6:15, but we need to talk, it's really urgent, I noticed something about the-" he stops in his tracks when he notices the patch of hair next to Eddie, sticking out from under the covers and in between pillows, and the way Eddie winces because Dustin's talking too loud, and oh shit- there's someone else in bed with him. or: Dustin has the annoying habit of just busting into Eddie's trailer at ungodly hours. One morning Eddie's not alone though.

Poison - E, 4.3k, 1/1 vampyremoney

“My, my. Steve Harrington holding me down? Now that’s a sight I never thought I’d see-“ Steve pressed the knife further, itching at Eddie’s skin. “And with a knife at my throat, you really know how to make my blood flow, big boy,” he cracked a venomous smile. “Or, what would be flowing.”

Polaroids of a Pretty Boy - E, 2/2 sparrow_in_hawkins

Eddie discovers a secret that Steve has been keeping; little does Steve realize just how much it will drive Eddie wild. " “And you still answered the phone?” “Was hoping it’d be you,” Steve said, his voice dreamy, biting back a moan. “Even if it wasn’t, it’s one of the fun parts. Almost getting caught. Getting away with it.” “Fuck,” Eddie muttered, the words going straight to his dick. How, after a month of dating, Steve was managing to become even hotter was enough to melt his brain. He shook his head. Focus, this was important. “So, I think you have to tell me,” he mused, smirking into the phone, “What are you wearing?” "

[sintember]

Sintember 2022 Prompts

Here are the prompts for Sintember 2022! If the image is unreadable, I deeply apologize. Luckily, all of the prompts are listed (with little blurbs!) under the cut. All of the Free Day Friday prompts are designed to be much vaguer than the other prompts.

Obsession - Love? Hate? Lust? Fear? Worship? Whatever the case, it’s all they can think about.

Free Day Friday: Phobia - Pick your favourite (or perhaps even least favourite) fear and go wild with it.

Coercion - Subtle application of threat, the brute force of physicality, or could it be someone’s will itself working into their brain?

Intoxication - Drugs, alcohol, hormones running rampant and space sex pollen, the senses are not quite lost, but the will to struggle is gone.

“Well, the usual methods didn’t work, so...” - An escalation. What do those above want from the one below, and what will they do to get it?

Life must go on - If there is one thing to be said about life, it is that it comes at the expense of others’.

Power imbalance - So many ways for one to have advantages over the other.

The tables have turned - And so many ways for those advantages to slip from their grasp. Is it revenge or fear that motivates what comes next, or was it an act all along?

Free Day Friday: Blorbo - Is there a character (or more than one) you just need to do something to? Now’s the time to do it. This can be a character from anywhere, including your own head!

Eldritch Horrors - Twisting minds, twisting depths, slithery limbs that shift and grasp and pull you deeper into the madness.

Transformation - Becoming comes with pain, with loss. What skin do you shed, and what steps into new moonlight?

Captivity - How long has it been? Does the sound of your captor getting closer bring fear or hope. Has it been long enough to become joy?

Possession - To belong to someone, to have them wash over you, erasing you, becoming you. Did you ask for this? Does it matter?

Taboo - Polite, civilised people don’t do these sorts of things. But some choose not to care.

“You didn’t think I was going to touch you, did you...?” - Is that contempt you hear, pity? Or the threat of something else out of sight? Don’t they know how cruel it is to play with your emotions?

Free Day Friday: Philia - Got a kink or a paraphilia? Is there never enough content for it? You know what to do.

Lost and ‘Alone’ - You could die out here if you can’t find humans soon. Maybe that would be better.

Heaven and Hell - The rapture of being utterly known, utterly loved. The exquisite torture of the very same.

It was an accident! - You swear you didn’t mean to do it. Some might even believe you.

“That’ll teach you where to put your fucking fingers” - Consequences, a touch unwanted, a thief, a rebellion. Teach them better.

No one will believe you - There’s no one to help, no one to trust, do you even believe yourself?

Make a mess - There won’t be anything left pretty after this.

Free Day Friday: Creature - Monsters, beasts, cryptids galore. We can’t let those humans think they run the show.

Overwhelmed - There’s too much, too much. You can’t scream, you can’t think. you can’t breathe. When will it be over?

You got yourself into this mess - It is your fault, but did you deserve this? Could anyone?

Death - A simple thing, in the end.

Disgust - Things that slither and ooze, the constant decay of the earth beneath your feet. The things that make us sick, so we turn our heads and do our best to forget.

Why did nobody listen? - A threat ignored, the devastation wrought. Will you survive it alone, to remember their folly? Or will it consume you as well?

Healing, or so they say - Why did it hurt to be fixed. Did they make you perfect just to ruin you again?

Free Day Friday: True Freedom - Write anything you want! Anything.

[mellowheartthecat]

Maddening Mission Chapter 1

Writing is already hard, but its even harder if you’re writing with OCs you made and you feel embarrassed bout it cause you feel its cringe yes i know cringe culture is dead but i still feel it ok. Its even worse when you’re having them go to a person who you really don’t know’s au.

Yeah, anyway this takes place in @coolfireguy73  ‘s monster/cryptid tf2 au. After I read through the info I immediately thought of a gag and immediately got the motivation to make this. Check out my sideblog if you want more info on my OCs and the world they come from.

Next

Silence.

That is what Beastmaster imagined the others would hear. She sometimes wished it was the same for her. However, her brain doesn’t filter out sound, so she hears it all. The blowing of the air conditioner. The tap-taps of Seeker playing his gameboy. The subtle creek of the pilots chair as Bomber relaxes into the seat. She sighed and put on her noise protection headphones.

Sometimes she wished they could play music, but alas they only block out sound. She doesn’t like when she’s alone with her thoughts, as they tend to wander to dark places. She wondered why Tank, the leader of her group of mercenaries, split the team in two this time, and especially wondered why she was put in charge. Oh well, she thought. I might as well do what I am asked to. She knew she wasn’t a good leader, history proved that, but she’d at least try. She relaxed on the chair. She rechecked the mission’s vague description on her coms watch.

HELP WANTED: Monsters lurk in this city. I’m one of the few survivors. Help me turn them back.

She still did not understand what it meant. It would be a bit before this little ship could reach the universe of the mission. She rechecked the supplies she brought. Binoculars, 6 Healer’s Brew, a couple energy tonics for herself, a canister of water, and a ferro rod. She really hoped that this would be one of those easy missions.

How wrong she was.

--

They got to their destination. Even seeing the place through the windshield visibly unnerved the other two. Seeker was the one to break the silence.

“Bloody hell, what happened...” Nobody could answer. The poster of the job did warn about this, but reading and seeing are two different things.

Bomber landed the ship in an abandoned parking lot. The other two were a bit hesitant to open the hatch. Beastmaster sighed and opened it up and stepped outside. The other two followed.

“So,” she spoke up. “How are we going to find our client?” The other two shrugged, looking tense. Beastmaster grumbled. “Alimsalla’s sake, you are mercenaries! You kill for a living! Pull your shit together!”

“We know that!” Bomber protested. “But this place, it feels like a graveyard. Something’s horribly wrong happened here. There’s so many souls not put to rest.” Bomber has a special gift that allows him to hear and communicate with spirits. He’d said in the past that he wouldn’t be exploding things if he didn’t have that gift. Beastmaster grunted.

“Do not act like you are a saint that cares.” She paused long enough for Seeker to add commentary.

“Yeah, mate, why would you even mention that, you blow people up for a living. But, eh, looking at this place, I can’t exactly blame him. Honestly, yeah, I feel the same. You think Tank would be too mad if we just cancelled the mission?”

“No, we are not doing that.” Beastmaster sighed. “Besides, we are far from normal, we do dangerous jobs like this often. You would not be complaining if Tank was in charge. Calm yourself.” She held out her hand and summoned her trusty bird named Turkey. Nearly everyone from her multiverse has a soul animal that they can summon at will and at any size, in exchange for their energy. Without Turkey and her other creatures, she would not be here. Turkey looks around suspiciously.

“Lads.” Seeker’s panicked tone stopped them in their tracks. “We got company.” They turned to where he was facing. In the distance there was a man in a suit, ominously watching them. The three mercenaries drew their weapons; Beastmaster drew her shortsword, Bomber grabbed a grenade, and Seeker grabbed a knife. “I don’t think he’s a friend.”

“We will never know unless we communicate.” Beastmaster cautiously began approaching. “Do you happen to be our client?” The man simply stood there, staring at her. When she got close enough to see that in his eyes was nothing but a black void she knew that this wasn’t their client, this is one of the monsters the client warned about in their request. Clones of the man start pouring out of every tree, alley, anywhere with cover. Beastmaster quickly sidestepped back to get to the group. She estimated there was around 40 of them. “It was a trap! There is no hesitating now, everyone for themselves!”

She sheathes her blade and quickly jumped on Turkey and took to the skies, while Bomber chugged the grenade and dove behind a barricade. Seeker pulled out another knife for his other hand and ran around, piercing each clone’s gut as he passed. Beastmaster summoned a long crab with an arm cannon, and held it like a rocket launcher. She muttered some Arkarian and it fired a shot of concentrated water, dissipating many of the clones. However, more clones just kept coming, replacing the ones they killed. They all knew they couldn’t win. Without a word, she flew the bird down and landed behind the barricade with Bomber.

“We must get out of here. Get on my bird, it will go get Seeker. Help him on, then it will come back for me.” She muttered some more Arkarian and the crab she was holding fired another water shot.

“Are you sure? I don’t even know how to ride that thing!” Bomber pulled the pin and chucked another grenade.

“Yes I'm sure. Now hurry! There's not much time. I'll hold them off for as long as I can.” The crab fired another water shot.

“Okay, okay.” He chucks a final gernade and heads over to her bird. “Uh, c’mon birdie, lets get moving.” The bird grunted as he clumsily got on. Her bird took to the skies and left her there. Now is the time to truly give it her all. She put the crab down on the barrier and instructed it to keep firing. She knew it would take a minimum of around 30 seconds to get the two and head back to her, she had to hold them off. She summoned a beast that resembles a large mole and instructed it to attack as she pulled her blade and sliced at some clones herself. Even with all of this, she knew they were closing in. She looked over and saw Seeker getting on Turkey. She summoned a horse-deer hybrid while desummoning the crab and the mole. She quickly got on and rode through a gap between the clones, kicking off a couple that stubbornly held on. She whistled loudly to alert Turkey, who flew to be alongside her. She desummoned the horse as she leaped off and grabbed onto her bird’s talons. As they flew away, she looked back and saw the creature disguised as a man staring back.

--

They landed near the outskirts of a forest. Beastmaster desummoned Turkey. They sat there for what felt like an eternity, at a loss of words.

“So uh...” Seeker broke the silence. “You mates got any idea what the FUCK just happened??” Beastmaster shrugged in response.

“I am not sure. I have never seen anything like it.” She felt a little lightheaded. Drat, she thought. I used too much energy. Summoning her beasts, or Soul Creatures as they are actually called, uses the body’s own energy. It even costs a small amount of energy for them to even move, let alone fire blasts of ‘water’. Naturally, having several out to fight was quite draining. She reached into her bag to get an energy tonic.

“We’ve all never seen anything like it.” Bomber laid down a few moments after saying that. “I’m going to need a bit, I’m not used to riding on a bird...”

“I am glad that at least the nervousness went away as soon at the fight started.” The woman chuckled, then downed the tonic.

“‘Course it did,” Seeker responded. “We know where the bloody enemy is, we can bloody do what we do best.” He stabbed the air with the two knifes he was holding onto for dear life the whole flight there. Then he stopped and thought about something. “...Hang on. Just bloody realized something. How the hell are we gonna beat them if we can’t kill them?” They all think for a bit.

“Well,” Bomber pipes up. “Maybe they can be bargained with?” Beastmaster shrugs.

“Perhaps some, but not all. I have just realized something.” The other two turned to listen. “While there was not much emotion in the eyes of that thing, I could tell at least this; he was not killing us for no reason. He was acting like an intelligent wild animal. We were its prey.” She paused. “And since they act like wild creatures, the best way to earn their trust is through their stomach. Especially for the ones that are not competing as well for resources.”

“Er...” Seeker did not seem convinced. “Are you seriously saying that we tame them like bloody dogs??” Beastmaster sighed as she stood up.

“I truly wish it was that easy.” She put the empty tonic away and tossed Seeker the ferro rod. “Get a fire started. I will go get something for us to eat.”

“You sure?” Bomber looked around. “We’re out in the open.”

“Yes I am sure.” Do not move too far. If you need me contact me via your coms watch.” She headed into the depths of the forest.

The forest was eerily silent. Every animal in it ran at the slightest sound. She knew something was not right. She took a deep breath and let her ears guide her. She did not hear any large animals, she would have to settle with something small like a rabbit or a squirrel. Which would be fine with her, since the others would not even touch the organs with a 10 foot pole. She chuckled internally. She heard the light crunch of leaves in the distance. Sounded like something big. Maybe they will have deer tonight. Wait, no, not a deer. It only has two legs... And it’s approaching.

She realized she was not the only one hunting in that forest that night.

--

“Man, how long is she gonna take?” Seeker, who was sitting on his ass doing nothing, grumbled out loud. Bomber sighed.

“She just went in there 15 minutes ago. Can you be patient for once?”

“Hell no. I’m the fast one in the bloody team, I gotta get things done fast, y’know?” He pulled out one of his many knifes and flipped it around. Bomber dropped the twigs he was gathering in front of him.

“Light a fire, will you?” Seeker nodded.

“Yeah, sure.” He scraped the ferro rod with a knife and lit the twigs up. “So uh, what the bloody hell was up with that guy?” Bomber sat down and shrugged.

“No clue. And, uh, being honest, I didn’t really get what Beastmaster was going on about either.” Seeker got up.

“Bloody right. Some sort of animal? No bloody way. He was more like a bloody zombie, he was all like ‘araraugghh let me kill you i want to eat your corpse’“ He fake stumbled over to Bomber and fake attacked him, acting like a zombie. Bomber chuckled and pushed him back with one hand.

Then they heard a gunshot in the distance. A bullet lodged itself in the ground about a foot to the right of them. They looked at the bullet hole.

“Uh oh.” Seeker spoke the mind of the duo.

--END OF CHAPTER--

Finally, done with this. This story has been sitting in my drafts for like over a month now, i’ve just been forgettin about it. Anyway, I dunno when I’ll make chapter 2.

And before you ask no i will probably not finish my other fic until deltarune chapter 3 comes out and reignites my interest in that fandom.

Read about the fic here: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/coolfireguy73

[tiny-crecher]

Unus Annus Secrets

Here I’m going to try and explain all of the Unus Annus codes + possible lore. If I have forgotten some information or if one of these links doesnt work/is incorrect please let me know. This post will be updated when needed. 

This is LONG, so be prepared. 

At first, these codes were only in videos edited by NerdFiction, but as of October 26th this is no longer true. (The possible exception to this would be the first video I’ve listed, as the editor is not in the description). 

1) 5 Weird Apps That Predicted Our Death

 “Here at Unus Annus the end is nigh... when the timer hits zero we will cease to exist. is it fate? is this a simulation? Can anybody hear me? My name is.... [FILE REDACTED]”. Timestamp - 0:14

2) Ethan Roasts Mark for 15 Minutes Straight

 “and in the comments, you will read the words you soon will see are wise controlling pawns who type our deed ‘That is Discord, not FaceTime’” Timestamp - 0:40

“within this truth a question stands, is the pee sauna ever close?”. [“Pee Sauna”was uploaded about a week afterwards] Timestamp - 0:40

3) Our Fans Try to Scare Us with Their Homemade Creepypasta

“What will happen if the clock stops”

“Could I find a way to keep it going?”

“If neither hand is right, what deals are left?”

“Who is the master of the clock?” (all around 8:44)

4) Learning to Cry on Command to Increase Our Youtube Views

“remember the key, the incompletion of a logolept’s corrective action” [a logolept is “a person who takes a keen interest in words”. Marcus is likely referring to himself.] Timestamp - 1:49

“the long wait ends with twenty four more for a path of destiny chosen before”[“Pee Sauna” was uploaded the day after] (closely after the last code)

5) Becoming One With the Horse

“They heard me, I knew it could work!” (timestamp currently unknown; to be updated)

Around this time, NerdFiction’s Twitter bio said, among his normal information, that he was “trying to stop the Unus Annus clock from within.” 

6) Preparing a 5-Star Meal for Our Youtube Famous Dogs

“I couldn’t stop it. Will I die with the machine?” (Timestamp - 21:33)

7) Does This Magnetic Skincare Routine Really Work?

“freed or so I thought. Another layer, but still the clock.” (Timestamp - 9:45)

“The Beginning of The End”. 

On July 26th, at 12pm PST, a video was uploaded to Unus Annus titled “Traversing the Desert to Find Our Inner Truth”. This video was only up for a few minutes before it mysteriously disappeared, only to be replaced by another video, titled “The Beginning of The End”. At first glance, the videos were identical, save for different titles and slightly different descriptions. However, the second video was slightly longer than the first, and upon further inspection, many came to realize that the audio was slightly different as well. You can listen to both audios here. There was a rumor going around that the captions of “Traversing the Desert to Find Our Inner Truth” said something about looking out for Norbert Moses, but no one has been able to confirm this to my knowledge. 

8) Puberty Simulator

“Happy birthday to the beast or to the body that once housed me. A transfer made for pity’s sake. Tricked into the machine as he had my cake.” (Timestamp - 14:36) [The same code was found a week earlier in “Mark and Ethan Shave Chica”, uploaded on NerdFiction’s birthday. The original code was very difficult to make out, so it is likely he inserted it into a different video to make it easier for us.]

On the same day, NerdFiction’s Twitter bio read “Everyone must leave something behind when he dies. Memento Memoriae” (remember memory)

In “The Koala Challenge: TikTok’s Intimate Couple’s Trend” one of the clips is edited to look like a TikTok video, with the user ron_somberest being used. Ron_Somberest is an anagram for Norbert Moses. This TikTok account does actually exist, and the icon is a zoomed in and brightened photo of Norbert Moses’s face with the eyes scribbled out. 

Around this time NerdFiction’s Twitter bio read “’It’s not dark, never was’ - Ron Bestsmore”. Ron Bestsmore is also an anagram for Norbert Moses. It is possible that the “dark” being referred to here is Darkiplier, and NerdFiction is trying to imply that Dark is not involved in this. 

About a week after the koala challenge video was “How to Start a Fire (except don’t)”, which featured an appearance from Unus. NerdFiction’s Twitter bio read “In the end, who is your savior and what are they saving you from?” 

Things were quiet for about a month. NerdFiction eventually erased the cryptic message from his Twitter bio. 

9) Learning To Use The Force

“wait no something is wrong. he knows!” (Timestamp - 10:45) [translated from small coded words hidden in the montage]

“STOPTHISWHATAREYOUDOINGO3″ (Timestamp - 11:40)

“it worked” (a spectrogram, derived from a sound played at the end of the video)

10) Momiplier Tells Us True Scary Stories from Korea

“As I was, as I’ve done to him now. Am I right to decide his fate?” (Timestamp - 5:44) [Right before this, Mark’s mom is talking about a nightmare she had where she was paralyzed, possibly implying that nerdfiction was once paralyzed and has now paralyzed someone else (pointed out by @/minervas-sandwich)]

11) Cryptid Olympics

“I thought you’d join us but, hey, that was just a theory, Memento Doctrina” (remember learning). (Timestamp - 5:49) [The code references the Game Theorists channel, which had uploaded a video about Unus Annus earlier that same day.]

- From here on, every video has had some sort of code -

12) Edward Pumpkin Hands - This was the first coded video not edited by NerdFiction, instead being edited by Diceroll.

At various points throughout the video small parts of a url are seen. When pieced together, this link is made: https://imgur.com/a/tyDewJ7. It leads to a photo of the Unus Annus hourglass. When edited, a series of binary text is shown, which translates to “zhIaNL2“. Inputting this into another imgur link gets you to https://imgur.com/a/zhIaNL2. After editing the photo (although you can still sorta see it without doing so), a cipher of a custom alphabet is shown (I posted an edited photo here).

At 5:01 in the video a weird image is shown for only a moment (a slightly brightened version of it here). Nobody knows what the hell it means.

At the same time, there is a reversed audio of someone (presumably Ethan; it sounds like him) saying “we did that”. For context, the sentence said right before that line was “if one of us dies, the other has to take over for the remainder of time”. This is possibly implying that someone, or multiple someones, has/have died and been replaced.

13) Blood Bath - edited by rad_r

“Everything’s fine”

The Unus Annus timer is shown. It counts down for three seconds before counting up for one second. Heavy breathing can be heard over it. It is then cancelled by an error message

“ITS NOT FINE HELP” (this and the previous two messages are hidden at 5:57)

“you’ve done it now.. a machine observed. there is no returning.. a machine unnerved. there is only.. a machine unconqured.” (right at the end of the video, before the timer)

14) The Unus Annus Annual Costume Contest - edited by nerdfiction

“I saw just one door in a hall filled with many, I locked your gate but they were too late to join me. He was re-placed, she was undone, I had escaped yet he had still won”. (Timestamp - 2:05) [possibly talking about diceroll and rad_r. The pronouns would line up, and it would make sense with those two now having edited coded videos.]

15) Ethan Turns Mark Into a Werewolf - edited by rad_r

“futility or farewell? only time time time.” (timestamp - 7:17)

16) Ethan Kidnapped Mark - edited by Diceroll

Two spectrograms are shown in this video; one at 14:08 and one at 17:38. Combined, they create an imgur link: https://imgur.com/a/gKB62sv

The imgur link shows a photo of a key. On the key is a code translating to “stop the clock”

At the end of the video before the timer is a set of text in the custom alphabet previously mentioned. Translated and decoded it translates to “I can hear it coming theres not much time left the ones that tried to stop it have had their hearts cleft it is now your turn to put this loop to rest take us out of here and show us a new nest”

17) Being Brutally Honest with Each Other

“It is alive, no longer living / misunderstood beats unforgiving / escaped that fate but lost the tale / does a hope yet remain or just one final nail?” (Timestamp - 26:03)

18) Recreating Every Single Unus Annus Video

“The bottom of the spiral” (timestamp - 10:55)

19) “All Our Video Ideas That Never Happened”

“Be careful for what you wish for” (taken from two different codes)

*20) The Unus Annus Last Supper + Who’s Cutting Onions In Here??? - both edited by rad_r

“We’ve asked... we’ve tried... is there no way to stop the end? To those who aren’t deterred: how much will you sacrifice to ascend?” (A quotefall puzzle, split into 2 parts)

21) Everything’s Legal If You’re Dead

Norbert Moses is mentioned at 10:50. Look closely, his name is only there for a couple frames.

These have been the only codes I’m aware of as of 11/11/20. 

(be sure to check out @gemstone6’s list as well!!)

Link to my Unus Annus theory

[marjansmarwani]

take it, it’s yours

2k || ao3

One of the ways TK shows love is through tchotchkes, Carlos learns.

A bit of cute softness for the lovely and wonderful @justaswampdemon on her birthday. Happy birthday my dear, thanks for being someone I can yell about everything from these characters to tea to life in general with. I hope you enjoy this little story from your headcanon 💗

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“TK?” 

“Yeah, babe?” He hears his boyfriend call from the other room.

“What is this?” 

“What’s…” TK asks with a frown as he turns to the kitchen, confusion fleeing his face as he sees what Carlos is holding, “oh.”

Carlos simply raises an eyebrow and places the blue-green ladle on the counter as TK approaches, looking at his boyfriend expectantly. 

“It’s a ladle,” TK provides helpfully as he approaches. 

“I can see that,” Carlos deadpans. “Why does it have a face and why is it in my kitchen?” 

“It’s Nessie!” TK declares as if it should be obvious, “See?” 

He picks up the ladle and sets it upright so it stands on its own. “When it’s in a pot, the face and neck stick out,” he explains, “like the Loch Ness Monster.” 

Carlos nods slowly, looking from the ladle in question to his boyfriend. TK’s face falls. 

“You don’t like it,” he says, reaching for the ladle, “I’ll get rid of it. I’m sorry, I should have asked first.” 

Carlos reaches out a hand to stop him, covering the hand now clutching the ladle with his own, “I didn’t say that.” 

TK looks at him hopefully and Carlos smiles, “I think it’s cute, and I love the fact that you got it for me. Plus, it is pretty practical. You can never have too many ladles.”

“Are you sure? You don’t have to keep it if you don’t want to. I can get rid of it.” 

“Don’t you talk about Nessie that way,” Carlos interrupts, leaning forward to pull TK into a kiss. “She’s not going anywhere, and neither are you.” 

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It’s small things here and there, after that. One of those little figurines from the tea boxes on the window sill, small figurines and vases. He doesn’t question it much until one day he walks in the door and goes to dump his keys into the dish beside the door only to find what looks like a pinecone with eyes glued on staring back at him. 

“Hey babe,” TK calls out from the kitchen, where he is already in the process of plating up the takeout he had picked up on his way, “food’s almost ready to go.” 

Carlos nods and is about to thank him for picking it up, or maybe ask him how his day was, but all that comes out when he opens his mouth is a question, “Why is there a pinecone looking at me from the table?” 

TK freezes, brow furrowing in confusion before realization dawns. “Well first off, it’s not a pinecone Carlos, it’s a hedgehog.” 

“Uh huh,” Carlos agrees skeptically, peering back down at the item in question. “And why is there a hedgehog on the table?” 

“Because I saw it when I was out with Marjan today and thought it was cute. Why?” he asks, voice shifting, “Do you not like it? I can get rid of it if you don’t, I should’ve asked first, I’m…” 

But Carlos shook his head, dropping his bag by the door and crossing to the kitchen, coming up beside TK. He reached out and put a hand on his face, gently turning it so he was meeting Carlos’s gaze. 

“I didn’t say I didn’t like it TK,” he assures him softly, “and you don’t need to get rid of it. Take a breath, it’s okay.” 

He waits for TK to do so, watching as the panic leaves his expression. “Do you want to tell me what’s really going on?” he asks gently, moving his hand from TK’s face to his waist. 

“Nothing,” he says at first but at Carlos’s raised eyebrows he rolls his eyes. “Fine, something, but it’s stupid.” 

“Why don’t you let me be the judge of that,” Carlos offers and TK sighs. 

“I don’t want you to think I’m overstepping,” TK admits. “I know I bring little things in from time to time and you don’t seem to mind but every once in a while I start to wonder again. It’s just something my mom and I always had in common. She used to love picking up little funny or cute things, and it became something we did together. My dad never liked clutter - well, he still doesn’t, actually - but he used to always complain about my mom and her tchotchkes and so I would always just keep them in my room instead and I just don’t want you to ever feel like I’m taking advantage, or cluttering your house or…”

“Hey,” Carlos interjects, interrupting the spiral he could see starting. “I don’t think that, any of it. I love that you bring little things here, that you are adding little bits of yourself. It makes it feel a little bit more like our home, doesn’t it?”

He pauses, giving TK a chance to process his choice of words, and is rewarded by his eyes widening. He smiles and leans forward, pressing a kiss to TK’s cheek. “This is your home too TK,” he tells him, “in whatever capacity you want it to be. And yeah, if it starts to look like a roadside gift shop in here, we may have to have a talk about the...what was that word you used?” 

“Tchotchkes,” TK provides, “it means trinket, or knick-knack.” 

“Right,” Carlos agrees, “but a few of them? I kind of love them because it brings a little more life, and shows me that you feel at home here. Not to mention the fact that they make you happy, and I can put up with a few pinecones looking at me if it makes you happy.”

“It’s a hedgehog, Carlos,” TK tries to gripe, but the light in his eyes betrays him, “it’s cute and it’s seasonal.”

“And it makes you happy, which is all I ever want,” Carlos agrees, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Besides, I never said I didn’t like it. It’s cute, actually.” 

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Carlos has a theory. 

He’s read about love languages and he knows that TK’s is physical touch, without a doubt. Not even in a sexual way; he just likes being close to Carlos, having a physical reminder that he is there, that he is real. It reveals itself in hand holding and hugs and small touches as they pass each other whether it's in the field or at home. He’s just very tactile, and Carlos loves that about him (it’s one of about roughly 230 things, but still). 

But the more and more he has watched him and spent time with him, he decides that TK has more than one. He’s not sure if it qualifies as gift giving or if it is a category all of its own but there is no denying that TK loves to give small gifts to his friends. The first time he notices is when they are out, strolling through a flea market on Saturday morning. They’re walking hand in hand when their progress is abruptly halted by TK, who stops and turns to a table to their right. He picks up a small figurine (Carlos would be lying if he said he had the faintest idea what it was actually supposed to be) with a grin and politely asks the vendor for a price. He hands over the few dollars requested with a smile and a thanks before pocketing the figurine and moving on. 

Carlos can only watch, catching up to him a few moments later, giving him a questioning look when TK meets his eyes. “For Marjan,” he explains, smiling as he reaches out to take Carlos’s hand in his again, “she’ll think it’s funny.” 

And so she does, as Carlos  finds out when she shows up at the condo later that evening. Her bright laugh draws the attention of the others and she beams at them as she shows them the small figurine - a crocodile for the native Floridian, Carlos and the others are informed -  squeezing TK’s arm in thanks as she flashes a smile at him. 

It doesn’t stop there. From time to time small and strange objects filter through the condo on their way to their intended owners. A book on cryptids for Paul, a set of exaggerated cartoonish Texas-themed salt and pepper shakers for Judd, a disgruntled cat figurine for Nancy; an inexplicable purple pig for Mateo that TK refuses to explain. They become a part of their everyday and Carlos stops noticing them, after a while. They are a part of who TK is and a testament to the love and care he has for others and the joy he takes from making them happy. 

And if that means he finds the odd figurine on the counter from time to time, Carlos will happily take that in stride. 

When TK officially moves in there is surprisingly not an influx in tchotchkes in the condo. Though Carlos supposes it had been a gradual invasion anyways; and if he had maybe purchased the matching Nessie pasta spoon and tea steeper on his own, nobody was the wiser. It’s normal now for there to be a new and unexplained small object on the edge of the counter or on the table beside the door so when Carlos sees a small object on the counter when he comes home from work on TK’s day off, he thinks nothing of it. 

It’s not until TK emerges from upstairs and they exchange greetings that he gives it a second thought because TK keeps giving it furtive looks. After a few minutes of TK’s gaze drifting towards it as they spoke Carlos raises an eyebrow. 

“Care to share with the class?” he asks drily and TK starts, looking at Carlos in surprise before his gaze turns sheepish. He reaches around him to the counter and picks up the newest tchotchke, placing it in Carlos’s hand. 

“It’s cheesy,” he starts, covering Carlos’s palm with his hand to prevent Carlos from looking at it as he spoke, “but I saw it while I was running errands today and it made me think of you. And well...I just wanted you to have a physical reminder, in case I don’t say it enough.”

Carlos studies him, gaze curious as he looks down at their hands, TK’s still covering his own and whatever the small, metal object was. TK takes a deep breath and moves his hand, giving Carlos a look at the mysterious object. 

“I know it’s stupid,” he began, “but I just wanted you to remember, you know? My heart is yours, and it always will be.” 

Carlos hears the words his boyfriend is saying, but he finds that he can’t respond. The sight of the object laying on his palm - a small, gold skeleton key with a heart on the end - has stolen all the breath from his lungs and all the words from his mind. The only thing within him now is the sense of overwhelming love for the man before him, who is watching him nervously. 

“You don’t have to do anything with it,” TK was saying as he fiddled with the strings of his hoodie. “You don’t even have to keep it if you don’t want to. I just saw it and...it seemed right.” 

TK was looking at him again and Carlos hated that he was leaving him hanging. He didn’t want the other man to get the wrong idea, but he was too overwhelmed to speak. So he did the next best thing. He reached for TK, key still clutched in his hand, and gently tipped his face up from where he was anxiously studying his feet so that their eyes met. He hoped TK could see the depth of the emotions he was feeling in them, but just in case he pulled him into a kiss, doing his best to say what words had failed to express. 

That kiss turned into another and it was several minutes before they separated long enough to breathe, and speak. And in that moment, foreheads pressed together in their kitchen and a small gold key pressed into Carlos’s palm that words finally returned to him. 

“You have mine too,” he told TK softly. “You have since the day I met you, and it’s yours for as long as you want.”