#this is my first pennywise fic

[halucynator]

Hi Lucy hope you’re days going well! I had a fic ide for Mattheo x best friend fem! Reader where it’s been a stressful week but it’s Friday night, raining in Hogwarts and they’re hanging out watching IT (Mattheo convinced her) after class and she’s a gryffindor and acts like she’s not scared but when it’s night time she’s afraid to fall asleep because of the movie and she ends up going to his dorm and he confesses he likes her and she sleeps with him?(maybe a longer FIC?)

I love your work so much!

Big mistake.

Decided to combine these two x

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x fem!reader (they are bff's BC bff to lovers is the second best trope to ever exist. Nothing beats e2l imo but that's beside the point.)

Warnings: mentions of violent imagery ig?, cuddling, mentions of intercourse, kissing, not proof read lmk if I missed any.

Summary: you and your friends decide to watch a horror movie. Unfortunately for you, you still wonder what lingers under your bed.

Sorry this took me so long! I was preparing for my Uni which starts in a couple days so I'm super sorry for the wait! Hope you like it x

I watched IT when I was 6 because my parents were watching it on the big TV in the same room as me and I thought it'd be a cute movie but it was... Bad to say the least. I have been traumatised ever since 🥰

reblogs (with tags) are always appreciated!! It is so much help!!

You hated horror movies. But somehow you let your best friend, Mattheo, convince you to watch "IT" with your friends.

Big Mistake.

The violent imagery flashed your mind. The cannibalism, the blood, the balloon, the- the everything.

You didn't get scared by horror movies easily. You'd watched Annabelle, the Conjuring and whatnot without being terrified but IT, oh god, IT.

"You okay, princess?"Mattheo asked. "You look like you've seen a ghost." He chuckled.

You had. You'd seen a ghost. Or a clown. But it was more terrifying than any other ghosts you'd ever witnessed in your life.

"Huh? Oh yeah, I- I'm alright!" You exclaimed too caught up in terrifying thoughts than to pay attention to your boyfriend.

He knew. Of course he did. He was your best friend. But he didn't hold it over your head. He didn't even mention it.

"Do you want me to walk you to your dorm?" He asked.

"Yes but I don't know if they allow it." You replied.

"Eh they probably don't allow a couple of 16 year olds to watch IT during night either but we did it anyway." He joked.

"Wouldn't you be afraid of being seen with a Gryffindor?" You asked knowing he had quite a high status and hoped him being seen with a Gryffindor wouldn't lower it in anyway.

"Not as much as you're afraid of Pennywise." He winked.

"I so am not!" You said offended, crossing your arms and pretending to be mad at him.

"Ok princess, keep telling yourself that." He chuckled as you elbowed him.

As you neared your dorm, the scenes obscured your mind again. You took a deep breath and opened the door.

"Bye princess" Mattheo waved.

"Bye Mattheo. Thank you." You replied as you waved back.

And there it was. Your facade fell apart and petrifying thoughts clouded your mind. You pulled the sheets over your head as you laid in bed. You were fine for the first few minutes until... giggles and lines clouded your mind.

Lines such as "You'll float too!"

You were caught in an endless loop of a nightmare and the only way to stop it was... was to admit you were afraid so you'd be okay. So he'd take care of you. No, not Pennywise!

You made your way to his dorm and knocked.

"Come in!" A voice shouted from inside.

You entered Mattheo's dorm.

"Princess? What are you doing here?" He asked bewildered.

You took a deep breath and dreadfully opened your mouth to tell Mattheo the reason for your presence.

"I'm scared." You said.

He chuckled slightly.

"IT'S NOT FUNNY." You whisper-shouted.

He giggles before he pats next to him. You walk over to his side and sit down next to him.

"I don't think I resonate well with the idea of you sleeping with me." He said as he realised what you were there for.

"Huh, why?" You asked deeply hurt.

"I wouldn't be able to control myself" he smirked as he winked.

You elbowed him yet again.

"Ow! That hurt!" He stated.

"It's about to hurt a lot more if you don't shut up!" You threatened half joking.

"Alright alright. You can sleep here." He replied.

"Thank you." You said.

"I meant it, you know." He said.

"Huh?" You asked confused.

"I wouldn't be able to control myself if you slept with me." He stated.

"Huh and why's that?" You questioned.

"Because I- I like you princess." He replied.

"Oh." You simply said.

"Oh?" He repeated looking hurt. "I probably shouldn't have, I'm sorry I made it weird. I-"

Without thinking you kissed him. It felt good. You felt better. You could feel Mattheo smirk into the kiss.

You both pulled away when you started getting breathless.

"I like you too." You replied.

"Yeah I figured." He smirked.

"Get over yourself!" You exclaimed.

You placed yourself next to Mattheo on the bed. He placed one of his hands in your hair and the other one on your waist to pull you closer. His hand moved down from your hair to your cheek as he caressed it.

Butterflies exploded in your stomach as he did so. You closed your eyes and melted into his touch.

And with that you slept.

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The next morning you woke up. At first you were confused as to what you were doing in Mattheo's room but soon enough you remembered.

"Good morning Princess." He smiled at you.

"hey. I mean- good morning." You replied.

He chuckled at your flustered state.

After the atmosphere in the room became thick, Mattheo spoke.

"I didn't know you had a fear of clowns, princess." He teased.

"I didn't! I used to like clowns!"

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A/n: I hope you liked it! Hope this is long enough for you anon. Sorry for the unnecessarily long wait xx

[princess-glassred]

Alright hot take incoming:

Beverly Marsh in it 2017 is a terribly written female character and i'm tired of pretending like she's not.

As a woman, I love Bev in fics, I love 90's bev, I love fannon Bev, and this is no discredit to Sophia Lillis as an actor, or even 2017 Bev's personality, but it 2017 Bev is a perfect example of a character being fine but everything else about her being incredibly anti feminist (in my opinion).

First of all there's all the slut shaming, now don't get me wrong, i'd get it if this was just greta and henry and her dad. They're antagonists and it makes sense for the time period, BUT Bev is not jusy slut shamed by the antagonists, she's indirectly kind of slut shamed by the narritive. When Richie first meets her he tells rumors about her sleeping around, especially with Henry Bowers and he faces almost little to no pushback. Yeah eddie tells him to shut up, and Bill says "they're just rumors" but it really shouldn't matter if they're just rumors or not. The movie seems to think that the slut shaming is bad because she isn't sleeping with anyone, when slut shaming should be bad just because its a fuckin mean thing to do. Even if she did date Henry, who the fuck cares? It's literally her life, obviously she doesn't like him now. Also the way Richie words it as "Bill had her in the third grade" is 🤢.

In the bathroom scene they take time out of cleaning just so she can clarify to Bill that he's the only one she's ever kissed so I guess Bill can feel like a real special man. Even though she doesn't owe Bill really anything, let alone reassurance that she's only kissed him once. I'd absolutely understand if this was Bev reacting to her CSA, assuming she needs to make them men around her feel special by having a low body count, but the movie portays this scene as really sweet and romantic so i doubt it's the case.

The movie sexualizes Bev so much, and again, i'd understand if this was supposed to be commentary about her CSA but a lot of it is genuinely meant to further the plot or played off for laughs. Almost every single scene she has is about her sexual history or which guy she ends up with. Even Ben, who's entire thing is he's hopelessly in love with Bev gets more of a personality than just that. She's called a slut by greta keene, flirts with ben outside, """flirts""" with Mr. Keene to steal his shit, leaves the pharmacy to get oggled by Bill in slowmo, gets slut shamed by richie, gets oggled at the quarry, ect.

The movie also tries to act like she's a much stronger female than she really is, it reminds me a lot of in the 90's when they'd have those tough bad ass women who could sword fight and stuff but they'd always inevitably be kidnapped because of gener roles. I do admit that the scene of her jamming the fence post through pennhwise is cool, and so is the scene where she hits her dad, but her badassness is incredibly underminded in a lot of ways. First of all when they're asked who wants to go in she's the only one to raise her hand but she STILL doesn't go inside. Why? What possible reason could the narrative give as to why she stayed outside? To comfort Stan??? God forbid a girl helps save the boys unless it's in the smallest way possible. And then she gets kidnapped and essentially used as a plot device just for the boys to get back together. We can't just have them work things out and apologize and show up for each other because they're friends, they all need a woman to go rescue.

Having Beverly say "I am not afraid of you" is just lip service when you still have her be a damsel in distress, which she is officially rendered right after pennywise puts her in the deadlights. And now we come to the worst part of this whole thing, which is the deadlights kiss. Now, i'm some one who will defend snow white and sleeping beauty with my life, because i know how fairytale curses work and with sleeping beauty phillip is out right told that's what he has to do. This is not what happens in the movie. Ben and Bill see Bev dangling there, and after like half a second of trying to snap her out of it decide kissing her is the only way to get her out of this. Ben even sees Bill do it and fail but instead of trying literally anything else he thinks "i love her more, maybe it'll work with me!".

Guys I do not give a shit about how much Bill and Ben care about Bev, if anything that just makes kissing her while she's out of it worse. You may try to justify this by saying it really was the only way for them to do it, but that still doesn't change the fact YOU wrote it that way. YOU decided the only way to save bev was to kiss her without consent. Which you actively contradict with richie getting caught in the dead lights and snapped out it in it chapter 2. Stephen King didn't even write that shit, say what you will about the child orgy, but at least Bev was awake for it. She consented about as much as a girl her age could given that she's only 11. That's way more problematic than this but at least it was her idea, at least she conciously decided this was worth doing. All you've done is take a creepy sexual act that was at the very least consenual and displayed some sexual agency in the character, with a creepy non sexual non consenual act that took away agency. How girlboss is it that her first kisses with her love interests weren't even while she could could consent? She is kissed three times, once during a play and twice while she's unconcious, neither of which are her idea. I'm not saying a woman always has to instigate things romantically, but if you spend your whole movie talking about how she's a slut, maybe you should give her some free reign over her love life.

This is why I love 90's Bev so much, she's just a little fiesty tomboy who saves the boys asses with a sling shot and an epic blow to the head. She doesn't get damseled in distressed (the only time she gets saved are when Ben defends her during the rock fight), the boys aren't overly horny over her, the only people who really treat her like her gender defines her are her father, Tom, and Henry she's just great. And that came out in the 90's! I don't think the 90's miniseries is necessarily better than the 2017 movies, but I think their treatment of Bev is just inherently more feminist given that they don't constantly try to define her by her body counts. Yes she loves ben, but she has more to her than that. Even if you bring up things like body count to try and say she isn't a slut who's obsessed with boys, it's still not feminist because you're still constantly equating her value to who she's with. The only proper way to adress slut shaming is by acknowledging it's none of the characters business what she does and that if you do it at all you suck. But IT 2017 doesn't do that, because Bev's sexual maturity is explored only through the eyes of men, and that includes the narrative.

Her promiscuity is explained through Richie when she's not even there (who i will give the benefit of the doubt here and say was being mysoginsitic to try and compensate for his queerness, but even then, using a woman's sex life as a tool to make yourself feel better is awful no matter your reason), she only consents to anything until the very end, and this movie tries to act like it's not doing any of it by giving her a few measily crumbs of strength outside of being the guys girlfriend. I never felt like IT 2017 was one of the guys, because the movie would never let her be that. Fuck.

If you are a woman, or even just AFAB and disagree with this you are free to, I do not speak for every woman in the world and if you feel differently I will not try to change that. I can only speak my truth though, and my truth is that it 2017 Bev pisses me off.

[random-imaginess]

i’m obsessed with ur work rn omg :o can you please write a shayne x reader fic where it’s their first halloween together and they’re just indulging in all the mushy couple activities? like matching costumes, scary movies, pumpkin carving, sweater sharing, all the sweet cozy fall vibes? thanks so much! <3

Hi!! Thank you so much for sending in a request, and I appreciate your comments so much! I’m sorry it took a little bit to get posted. (Tumblr is being a pain and not letting me post things directly from my computer so I have to jump through hoops just to get these to post, it’s so frustrating!) I really hope this meets your expectations. There were so many ways I wanted to start this and so many options of what to focus on, I couldn’t decide! I do plan on posting another version of this that will capture more of a cozy couple-y vibe! And it will be longer! But I hope you like this as well!

Not to be dramatic or anything, but Halloween was THE best time of the year, and to say that you were excited to finally be able to start decorating for it would be an understatement. If you had it your way, and technically you could have, you’d keep your place decorated in a spooky aesthetic all year round! Or at least fall themed, though either option would be equally valid. This year particularly, though, you were even more excited because you were able to spend it with your boyfriend, Shayne. You and him had been friends for a little short of a decade so it wasn’t even close to being the first year you two did something together, but this year was different because you were a C O U P L E and it just hit different.

Practically since after the 4th of July you were in plot mode, having a serious conversation with him about what you were doing for Halloween. It was important to know what you were going to dress up as, and it was vital to get ahead of it so you had time to get on the same page about what you were doing. Costume parties were going to be starting soon, and you had to be ready! You had both talked about options; going as a salt and pepper shaker, Mario and Princess Peach, Morticia and Gomez Addams, or more cliché, Barbie and Ken (though Shayne would most definitely be an Allan)!

“We should go as a cat burglar!” You exclaimed out of nowhere, startling Shayne a bit as he adjusted a leaf garland he was hanging up. “What?” He chuckled. “For a matching costume idea. We could go as a cat burglar! I’d be a cat and you a burglar and together we would be a cat burglar!” You raised your brows, enthusiasm sketched all over your face like it was the most brilliant idea. “Say cat burglar again, I don’t think you said it enough times,” he teased playfully. “That would be pretty funny, though.” “Or OOOH!! Pennywise and Georgie! Wouldn’t matter who would be who!” Shayne just laughed, watching you go back to placing plastic pumpkins on the mantle above the fireplace.

“I think the best part of this costume planning is going to be watching you get all excited about what idea to go with,” he laughed again. Shayne’s ideas were more subtle, which was great too. You didn’t normally go crazy about the dressing up aspect of it, but this year you wanted to do something special since you had someone to plan this sort of thing with. And you appreciated him being such a trooper about it! “It feels weird getting this amped up about costumes because normally I would prefer to just stay in and have horror movie marathons, which you can expect we’ll be doing because you can’t not do that during the spooky season.” “Yes, of course. Though technically spooky season isn’t until October..” “That’s up for debate,” you retorted quickly, getting another laugh out of him.

“Spooky season should always happen directly after the 4th, just like they do it with Christmas after Thanksgiving. But TECHNICALLY, spooky season gets started August 1st because that’s when all the fun things start, like horror nights and spooky conventions.” You let out an excited squeal as you hyped yourself up all over again. “So many fun things are starting!!”

After finishing up the decorations, your placed mostly decked out with fall themed items; apple cider and pumpkin spice scented candles and black cats and garlands everywhere, you were very pleased with how it all turned out. Standing next to Shayne, you wrapped your arms around his waist and marveled at both of your work for a few moments. “It looks like a Spirit Halloween store threw up in here.” “I know, don’t you love it?” You grinned. Shayne wrapped his arms around your shoulders and squeezed, giving you a long hug before breaking it.

Thinking about what the next couple months were going to bring brought you so much joy. You were anxiously awaiting for the colder weather to kick in so you both could snuggle up on the couch with hot drinks and a crackling fire while you watched scary movies. You were excited for when you could carve pumpkins, make halloween goodies together, experiment with spooky themed bread because you knew Shayne would enjoy the hell out of that! There was so much to look forward to and you couldn’t wait to share this all with him.

[sadakorosee]

S/O fell off the bed sleeping with Raphael (Oneshot)

Raph x fem!reader (Short fic)

Summary: Raph's S/O fell down to the floor from sleeping with Raph. Reader is 5'2 or below. (Shoutout to short readers) :3

Raphael is both tall and broad. His body can cover an entire bed space; what more to say when y/n was only 5'2 and she wasn't exactly chubby nor slim. She's a thicc chick.

y/n decided to sleep over at the lair because 1) training with Splinter starts early morning and 2) her house was a 20 minute walk. She felt she was exhausted to walk and asked permission to sleep over. Of course the Hamato family didn't mind. She is their family now.

It was [12:45am] when their movie Halloween was over and Mikey switched off the tv when he grabbed Donnie's arm while shaking.

"D-Donnie, you don't think Michael Myers is in the sewers while we're sleeping, do you?"

"Mikey, you're referring to Pennywise and he's from IT. Halloween murders occurs every Halloween, like the title is self explanatory enough." Donnie let out an exasperated sigh. "Seriously, why did you pick that movie when you know you're terror-stricken by it?"

"We all know what's going to happen; you'd stay up all night reading any comics with funny scenes in it and laughed so loud even Sensei's noise cancelling headphones don't work." Leo shook his head.

y/n looked up at Raph confused. As if he knows what she's about to ask, he waved it off. "Sensei requested it after Mikey got his first stereo box. It was my fault though; I brought it back after I kinda broke Mikey's-"

"My skateboard, brah!" Mikey retorted.

~~~

Everyone was fast asleep by [1:17am] including Mikey- well, he's trying anyway. He cuddled his teddy bear and mumbled something pizzas and interacting with humans above.

y/n was slump on Raph's plastron/chest as it goes up and down slowly. His right hand placed on her back to keep her in position. To an outsider, it was a cute sight but from where's laid, she can faintly hear snores from her mutant boyfriend and groaned when it got louder. Her hand tapped on Raph's chest as a way to say keep it down but instead of lowering it down, he snorted in his sleep and surprised y/n, her body jolted from shock and ended up on the floor with a loud thud.

"Damn it, Raph." y/n whispered through her gritted teeth and rubbed her aching lower back.

Raph woke up immediately by the thud and saw her on the floor with an annoyed expression.

"What are you doing on the floor, darling?"

"Looking for any expired pizza under your bed," y/n rolled her eyes. "For god's sake, Raph, snore louder next time. I can't hear it from down here."

Raph chuckled tiredly and carried y/n back to bed, placing his arm around her while he lied on his side.

"Did you hurt yourself?" he didn't forget to ask.

"I might break my hips. Maybe I should skip-"

"You ain't skipping Sensei's training." His eyes already closed but his lips formed into a coy smile.

TMNT Masterlist

[adhdnursegoat]

Arkhamverse

cw: Crack fic!

word count: 1.4k

Halloween in Gotham is never just a simple evening of candy and costumes—it is an opportunity for chaos. And if anyone knows how to throw a party with just the right mix of madness and flair, it’s the Gotham Rogues Gallery.

Your hideout is transformed into a grotesque wonderland of cobwebs, flickering orange and purple lights, and an array of jack-o'-lanterns that sneer from every dark corner. You have somehow been wrangled into organizing this party, and while the task is daunting, it’s also oddly thrilling. With every carefully hung spiderweb and suspiciously sharp-looking prop, you brace yourself for what will undoubtedly be an evening of madness.

Riddler, ever the stickler for puzzles, insists on an elaborate amenity that takes up most of your industrial warehouse home: a haunted maze of riddles and false doors designed to confuse even the smartest of guests. “It adds to the ambiance,” he says smugly, as you roll your eyes. Naturally, he’s the first to show up, his Rick Sanchez costume bringing you to a fit of giggles.

Scarecrow arrives next, dragging in a fog machine that belches thick, eerie mist through the hideout as he walks, creating his own dramatic entrance. To your curiosity, he is dressed in attire not too far from his brown tweed suit, though you tilt your head with amusement when you see the symbolic fez and sonic screwdriver of the Eleventh Doctor. He nods to you in a rare show of camaraderie, setting up his corner of “terror,” complete with real bones (where does he even get those?) and jars of questionable fluids. “Just in case anyone wants a truly haunting experience,” he murmurs ominously before retreating into the fog.

Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn burst in together, giggling like a pair of schoolgirls planning mischief. Ivy, dressed as a fairy with wings that glow with bioluminescence, brings a tray of “special” brownies. “They’re organic,” she winks, setting them down on the table. Harley, dressed as Jinx, immediately bounds over to the sound system, flipping through tracks until she finds something upbeat and sinister. “Let’s get this freakshow started!” she hollers, cranking up the volume.

Two-Face ambles in next, flipping his coin as always. In a surprisingly elaborate costume with wings that nearly touch the floor, he is dressed as a half-angel, half-demon. And, while the concept seems a little unoriginal, in your opinion, the execution is flawless. “What’s this party missing?” he muses aloud, eyeing the spread of snacks. “Ah, of course.” He reaches into his coat pocket, producing a flask that you can only assume holds something incredibly strong. “Liquid courage, for those who dare,” he offers with a lopsided grin, depositing it immediately into the punch bowl, not really giving much of an option.

Mad Hatter skips through the entrance, making you do a double take. He’s dressed as Alice with a blonde wig, blue dress, stockings, and all. “Time for tea, my lovelies!” he sings, placing each cup meticulously on the table. You know better than to drink from any of them, given Jervis’s proclivity for mind-controlling and mind-warping substances, but it adds to the table’s chaotic aesthetic, nonetheless.

Then comes Penguin, hobbling in with a bicorne hat, a military uniform à la Napoleon Bonaparte, and a stuffed penguin under an arm. “A toast!” he barks, grabbing a glass filled with...well, no one is sure what, exactly. “To mischief, mayhem, and madness!”

And finally, as if he’s been waiting for the perfect moment, Joker saunters in with a maniacal grin stretched across his face. And you never knew he could up the creep factor anymore until you see him dressed as Pennywise with sharp teeth, an old-fashioned clown outfit, and a red balloon in hand. “Oh, now this is a party!” he cackles, spinning around to take in the scene. “Where’s the main event?” he asks, eyes gleaming as they land on you. “Surely, you’ve got something up your sleeve, toots!”

You stifle a laugh as you take in the diverse group. It’s the closest thing Gotham has to a twisted family reunion, and you, somehow, have become the unintentional ringmaster of this carnival of chaos. “Alright, you lunatics,” you call out, grabbing everyone’s attention, “we’ve got games, treats, and enough bad decisions waiting to happen. Let’s make this a Halloween to remember—or forget, depending on how it goes.”

And the night descends into utter madness.

Riddler can’t help himself, challenging everyone to a "riddle off" where the loser has to take a shot of Mad Hatter’s questionable teas. This, of course, devolves into a series of slurred and increasingly convoluted riddles as the night goes on.

Scarecrow sets up a mini-scare experience in one corner, using his fog machine, which he infuses with his fear toxin in a small dose. Harley dares everyone to go through it, only to burst into peals of laughter when Joker emerges, eyes wide with exaggerated horror, screaming about bats.

Ivy ropes you into dancing, twirling you around the room with surprising grace. “I swear, if one of these fools steps on my dress, I’m ending this party early,” she warns, though her smile betrays her amusement.

Meanwhile, Penguin has commandeered the makeshift bar, mixing drinks that are more flammable than consumable. At some point you hear him explaining his costume to Two-Face – “March of the Penguins!” But you don’t get it.

Later, amidst the chaos, you stand, leaning against the nearest table, drink in hand. You smirk, watching as Harley dances with Jonathan, leading the poor man through a lively samba. When she dips the good doctor, making his fez fall to the floor, you cannot help the eye-watering laughter that bubbles up from your throat at the endearing antics.

Beside you, Edward saddles up, swaying just a little on his feet from the alcohol (inadvertently looking more and more like Rick Sanchez). His hiccups draw your attention, laughing, calming to an amused chuckle when you take in the sight of him, a little slouched, eyes glassy, and a warm flush on his cheeks. He gives you a cheeky, dazed grin, stumbling into you as he tries to clasp a hand on your shoulder. You jump to keep him from falling, taking his arm over your shoulders. He leans in close with a goofy smile. “Having fun, my dear?”

“More than I should, probably,” you reply, grinning as you help him find his bearings.

“I find myself more intrigued by how you’ve managed to get this madhouse organized.” He hiccups as he invades your proximity once more. “You’re quite the little ringleader.”

“Well, someone has to keep you rogues in line,” you laugh, flicking his nose playfully. His dazed face scrunches up, nose twitching and eyes blinking at the sudden intrusion, the alcohol making him a little slower than usual.

Finally, he pulls away with a sigh, resigning to lean against the table while you hop up to sit on top of it. The both of you watch the scene unfold.

Harley and Jervis are in a heated argument over who gets to dance with Jonathan, tugging his arms in opposite directions. He’s caught in the middle, looking like a particularly disheveled scarecrow being fought over by two crows. The sight is amusing, especially since Jonathan has no clue how to defuse the situation and unsure how he got here.

Nearby, Ivy has had enough of Joker's antics and has him strung up by a vine, his mouth wrapped tightly to muffle his ceaseless chatter. A brief moment of peace settles in the room as everyone relishes the Joker's silence. Ivy, now munching one of her “special” brownies, looks smug and thoroughly pleased with her handiwork – both with Joker and the fun treat.

At the makeshift bar, Penguin and Two-Face are deep in a bickering match over drink choices. Penguin squawks and flaps his hand dramatically, insisting that Harvey should try something new for once in his life. Two drinks sit on the bar in front of Harvey, both equally appealing to him. He glares at Penguin, who gestures grandly for him to choose without consulting his coin. Harvey's eyes flicker nervously between the glasses, his hand twitching as he almost reaches for one, only to pull back at the last second, muttering something under his breath that only he and Penguin can hear.

“Hell of a Halloween, wouldn’t you agree?” Edward drawls beside you, nudging you with his elbow as you both observe the scene. He hiccups again.

“Yeah.“ You can’t help but grin, cheeks hurting from all the smiling and laughing you’ve succumbed to throughout the night.

Feeling a warm glow settle in your chest amidst the chilly air of the hideout, you observe your eclectic friends. Voice soft and full of amused admiration, you mutter,

“Hell of a Halloween.”

[holy3cake]

10 First Lines Tag Game!

Rules: Share the first line of your last ten published works or as many as you are able and see if there are any patterns!

I was tagged by the lovely @thelettersfromnoone! 🥰

Okay this is a wild ride because half of these aren't even the same fandoms so enjoy 🤣🤣

1. In his Father's foosteps (TLK): What is my destiny?

2. A Lesson in Restraint (TLK): Aethelred stormed down the hall furiously, startling a few innocent servant girls as he passed.

3. Your Dreams are My Reality (FNAF): You’d think he’d be used to the sounds by now.

4. Runaway Bride (Saw): A crisp, passionless wind swept across Lindsey’s feet as she swung her legs out of the bed.

5. The Littest Things That Take Me There (Stranger things): The 22nd of March.

6. Practise Makes Misunderstandings (Maze Runner): Tapping his pen against the desk, Thomas sighed loudly. 

7. Dr Laurie Gordon (Saw): As the sunlight started to slowly leak through the blinds, its rays decided to focus on one element of the room.

8. Pennywise, Actually (IT): “...And that is why I’m making a comeback, Mike. 27 years later, I hope you haven’t forgotten me!” Pennywise’s voice boomed over the communal speakers, disrupting many people in their daily routines.

9. Christmas Trees and Mulled Whine (Saw): The Christmas Party. 

10. Caswell Correctional Centre (Saw): Watching the steam float away from his piping hot coffee, Peter felt an ambiguous sensation sweep through his veins. 

Conclusion: I guess my characters either go into an existential crisis or I open my fics with imagery? I find it difficult to start fics so this was super interesting!

No pressure tags: @grinningkatz @lancedoncrimsonwings @paula-in-dreamland @book-and-music-lover @synintheraven

@lord-aldhelm @errruvande @persephones-journey @waterfallsilverberrywrites @thenameswinter99

@bilbotargaryen @gemini-mama @daethelflaed @whitedarkmoonflower

[yes-dillman-yes]

ahh!! awesome! could you write a miniseries stozier x FTM reader smut that takes place post them defeating pennywise the first time? (obvi a good while after so they’re an appropriate age) like the reader notices that stan is pulling away from the group and that richie is being avoidant about it/deflecting a lot and decides to talk to the two of them and things escalate from there

or if you’re not comfortable with ship x reader: a miniseries richie x FTM reader where the reader saves richie from a beating by henry bowers and comes out to richie (bonus points if you can work in a reference to the teenage werewolf in the basement incident into the fic <3)

1960s!RICHIE T. X 1960s!STAN U. X FTM!READER

Warnings: mature language, penetration, blowjobs, cunnilingus, unprotected smut, threesome

Summary: They had defeated Pennywise for years at this point, but the haunting presents of the clown had yet to leave them. They are now exiting their finale year of high school, when at Billy’s graduation party, Stan and Richie enter a private argument. Or what they thought was private - until y/n stumbles into the room to declare peace.

Notes: Never in my life would I think I would be writing a Stozier fic, but I found it as a challenge to overcome. All characters are 18/19, so no underage private time. I haven’t written is so long so please excuse typos or just shit writing. Long intro, and I kind of altered the story from the request slightly. Enjoy my readers!

There was never the intention for y/n to become an ease dropper, but he had somehow ended up as one. Eddie was freaking out over spilled punch and Billy had used all the downstairs towels for cleaning up a mess earlier that night that y/n took on the responsibility to hunt for some replacements. Which lead him to finding Richie and Stan in Billy’s room - whisper shouting at each other.

“I told you, Richard, everything is fine with me,” there is a pause in Stanley’s speech, “I’m just…I don’t know what to say anymore. I don’t know how else to move on - except to just leave.”

Richie grabs Stan’s shoulders, forcing him to look each other in the eyes.

“You don’t think I feel the same? But that’s not what this is about. You know that. The other’s keep asking me about you, and I’m always left with no response-”

“I’m sure that’s new for you.”

“IT IS! I tell them you’re at Boy Scouts, or bird watching! Because I can’t just tell them that you can’t even stand to look at any of them anymore since all you can see is that stupid clown’s face!” Richie’s face starts to turn red.

A beat of silence until another word is spoken.

“I apologize that my absents causes so many issues for you.”

“Don’t, Stan. Don’t turn this into something it’s not. I’m asking you to stop running. You have no idea the affect you have on me. You ignore us- me, and I feel like I’m loosing a part of myself.”

“Maybe it’s for the best-” Stan is about to finish his sentence when all of a sudden the door swings open. Y/n stumbles into the room awkwardly catching their balance.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt,” y/n tries to say casually. He doesn’t want them to know he was listening for so long. But they both look at y/n with a suspicious stare.

“You’re not,” they say in unison and then smirk at their actions.

Stanley pulls away from Richie’s grip, and heads for the door. But right before he brushes past, he is grabbed by y/n’s firm hands. A shiver runs down his spine excitedly. Y/n leans into their shared space and whispers, “Don’t go, Stan. Let me talk first”. Y/n leads Stan to sit on the bed, and shoots Richie a look that says ‘you too’.

Y/n stands before the two boys and begins his speech, “Ok, so I was definitely listening before I fell in. Which I am sorry for doing, but I know - we all know that something is wrong with you two. Stan, you’ve been MIA for weeks. Even when you’re in the same room as us, you’re mentally a million miles away. You saw shit that some of us didn’t but you’re letting it drift you away. We miss you. I miss you.”

Y/n sees tears start to build in the dark haired boy’s eyes and something in him shifts. Y/n can’t help himself as he bends down to wipe the boy’s tears away. He shares a smile as he does so. Their hands intertwine as y/n shifts towards Richie’s direction.

“As for you carrot top,” a giggle leaves Richie’s mouth at the name, “you’re always a loud mouth but recently- everything is a fucking joke to you. This is the first time in a while that I’ve heard you have a serious conversation. You criticize Stan for running away but don’t pretend that you’re not avoiding the pain too”. Y/n takes his free hand to run his palm softly across the other boy’s freckled face, “Now, please, tell me what I can do to help relieve you both of these feelings?”

Stanley hums to grab y/n’s attention, and leans forward to connect their foreheads. Before any more questions can be asked, both of their lips are touching. Stan moans into the kiss while he slides his left hand on to Richie’s thigh. His thigh shakes at the touch like a jolt of electricity runs through him. Richie moves into action, running his own hands over y/n’s hair and shoulders. He begins to leave kisses on each piece of skin he touches.

Y/n pulls apart from the kiss to catch his breath, and bends his neck to open more room for Richie’s mouth to suck. Stan rubs his hardening cock through his jeans while watching the show before him. The sucking comes to a pause so a whisper could be shared, “I think this is us showing you our gratitude”. The sucking instantly continuing. Y/n smiles at Stanley and can feel himself start to get wet.

“Don’t just sit there, baby. Show me what you want,” y/n request.

Both of the other men guide y/n onto the bed, with his face towards the ceiling, they begin to undress him until only his underwear remains. Richie begins to undress himself while Stan kisses the happy trail leading to y/n’s wet entrance. Stan shoots a look up, asking for permission, which is granted with a moan and a nod of the head.

“Your body is beautiful, y/n. I can’t wait to feel how good it is to be inside of you,” Richie is rubbing his cock right in front of y/n’s face while speaking pure filth, “But first, Stan the Man here is going to get you nice and loose. I bet you like his tongue.”

The only sound Stan makes in response, is his tongue sliding into y/n’s pussy to then slide out so he can suck on the clit. The minute he begins to focus on that area, a deep groan leaves y/n throat. But before he could make any more sound, Richie grabs his jaw and slides his long cock into y/n’s mouth. A sweet bliss washes over all of the men.

For a few beats, the only sounds that could be heard are the sucking sounds of skin and moans that sound like a choir. Y/n’s legs are shaking around his lover’s head while Richie gasps with pleasure from the friction of the tongue against his dick. The edge of his climax creeping upon him.

“I’m going to fucking cum all over your face, baby” Richie purrs.

All of a sudden, Stanley pulls his head up and lays a hand on Richie’s shoulder to pause the action. Stanley demands, without saying a word, for Richie to lay on his back while positioning y/n on top of the laying boy’s stomach. Stanley once again shoots a questioning look towards y/n - asking for consent. The request is eagerly accepted.

Richie is heard whinnying as Stanley leads the boy’s slim cock into the soaking entrance of their shared lover. A sigh of relief leaves y/n’s mouth as they finally become full. A sudden new sigh escapes him when he feels his cunt stretch perfectly to fit another cock inside. Both of the other men are gripping and kissing any flesh available to them.

Finally, Stanley utters his first words, “We’re going to cum inside of you. You’re our angel.”

Richie is sucking their lover’s nipples while reaching around to grip Stanley’s ass, helping the man to thrust deeper inside. Y/n is moving his hips in the best direction to feel his g-spot getting hit repeatedly. His nails scratching the surface of Richie’s scalp - Richie groaning and thrusting like an animal in response. Stanley, on the hand, is fucking like he has it all mapped out. Every move has a purpose and direction: making everyone cum.

“Fuck me harder! I’m close…so, so fucking close,” y/n demands.

Richie is there too, leaking inside the other’s hole.

Stanley slams his thick cock in the perfect spot that y/n jolts forward, climaxing as Richie’s cock slips out. His cum covering Stan’s stomach and y/n’s ass. Richie quickly moving his hands to stimulate Stan’s nipples - just enough touch to get the dark haired boy to groan out his sign of climax.

Y/n didn’t need to hear the groan though. He felt the warm fluid coat his raw insides. Finally feeling complete and fulfilled.

“Goddamn that’s Stan the fucking man!”

“Shut up, Richie.”

[ilovecupcakesandtea]

Chapter two My master list

Title: Chapter one

Word Count: 1356

Archive Warnings: Smut in future chapters. Slight angst. Alcohol misuse.

Rating: E

Pairing(s): Eddie Munson/Steve Harrington Robin Buckley/Chrissy Cunningham

Character(s): Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Chrissy Cunningham, Benny, Uncle Wayne & The Party

Tags: Smut. Angst. Steddie. Buckingham. Steve Harrington. Eddie Munson. Robin Buckley. Chrissy Cunningham. Band AU. TW Alcohol use.

Summary (optional): Two different styles of music, two boys that really don't like each other. What could possibly go wrong?

Beta Reader: Thank you so much to my beautiful beta readers @slippy-slip @ladydarklord & @dontwasteyourchances

Art link and credit: Art is by the wonderfully talented @pink-luna-moth (as is the banner)

Fic link and credit: Ao3 Link

AN: First off thank you to Alex for the art and being just amazing to work alongside. Thank you to Slip for dragging me back from the edge so many times over this. I really am so excited to have this out here!!

I wrote this for the @strangerthingsreversebigbang event and had a lot of fun doing so!!

Divider links: reblog and music notes

The scent of gardenia flooding her senses was the first indication that someone was sitting next to her. If she had been more awake she would have realised it was a scent familiar to her – not in a creepy way, as she has to point out to Steve on a regular basis. The smell of gardenia and other floral scents was something that Robin associated with one person, and one person only. Chrissy Cunningham. Robin's long-term crush, the first person she ever really noticed she had a crush on, Chrissy Cunningham, who was actually talking to Robin, who was probably just sitting staring at her.

“Hi, sorry, I didn’t catch anything you said” Robin apologised, holding up her headphones to show why.

“I just asked if I could sit here” Chrissy giggled, pointing at the seat next to Robin. 

“Yeah, yeah, sure, I mean I’m not saving it for anyone obviously, and I can’t stop you from sitting where you want, so yeah the seat’s yours if you want to sit there” Robin rambled, ending with an audible snap of her teeth as she stopped herself from rambling any further. 

“Thanks, I’m a good seat mate, I have snacks” Chrissy grinned, pulling some pretzels and some red vines out of her bag. 

“What are you listening to?” Chrissy asked, nodding towards Robin's headphones. 

“Oh errmm, it's The Clash” Robin smiled sheepishly. 

“I love them! Stumbled across them ages ago and really enjoyed them” Chrissy declared. 

“No way!” Robin exclaimed in reply.

This couldn't be happening. Robin didn't need any more reason to have a crush on this girl. Now she had good taste in music too! 

“Yeah! Not the normal kind of thing I listen to, but there's something about them” Chrissy giggled. 

“Want to listen with me?” Robin asked, offering an earbud towards the other girl. 

All kinds of things ran through her head. Was Chrissy this chatty with everyone? Was she staring at the cheerleader? Did everyone else think it was weird them being sat together? 

“So what else do you listen to?” Chrissy questioned, breaking Robin out of her spiralling thoughts. 

“Oh, I listen to a lot of Ramones, Misfits, The Damned, Black Flag, Dead Kennedys, Agnostic Front, The Vandals, Pennywise. Punk mostly, I mean you could probably tell that from the bands” she blushed. “What about you?” 

“A lot of Metallica, Judas Priest, Iron Maiden, some Ozzy, Children of Bodom, System of a Down, and Evanescence. Metal mostly, if you couldn't tell” Chrissy winked and then giggled. 

The rest of the journey to the game consisted of eating the pretzels and red vines, Chrissy insisting if Robin didn't eat them with her then she would be sick as she was cheering, and sharing music suggestions via 2 iPods and a shared set of headphones. 

The game was in full swing and Robin knew she should be paying a lot more attention than she was but she couldn't. She was certain Chrissy kept looking back at her, every time Robin caught her eye she got a shy smile back and then Chrissy would look away. 

On the way back home Chrissy sat next to Robin without asking and the girls fell back into their previous conversation regarding music and different genres and any overlaps they have in them. 

“I had fun, we should do it again sometime” Chrissy blushed as they both stepped off the bus back at Hawkins High. 

“Yeah, yeah, me too. Definitely, like I definitely had fun and we should definitely do it again” Robin rambled. 

“Maybe at the movies after school on Monday?” Chrissy asked, clearly nervous. 

“Yes. Absolutely” Robin squeaked. 

“Come along Buckley, I don't want to be here any longer than I have to be!” The sound of Steve Harrington, her best friend and ride home, came from across the parking lot. 

“I'd better go,” Robin laughed. “Bye,” she waved, walking backward before turning round and heading towards Steve, luckily without falling on her ass.

“We don't have to discuss it tonight but I 100% just saved you from a Robin ramble. Everything ok?” Steve asked as soon as Robin was in the car. 

“Yeah, it's ok, thanks for saving me,” Robin smiled.

The next morning, after a long night overthinking everything that Chrissy and Robin herself had said, Robin spoke up.

“So I sat next to Chrissy Cunningham on the way to the game yesterday and we talked about music all the way there. Then she actually chose to sit next to me on the way back and we talked all the way back as well. And then when we got off the bus she said we should do it again sometime. What does that even mean Steve?! Did she have a good time talking to me and so really wants to do it again or was it more of a being polite thing? Plus I think she kept looking at me during the game so yeah, what does it mean?! Oh yeah, and I may have agreed to go to the movies with her after school tomorrow” Robin rambled at a mile a minute to Steve who just stood there with his coffee to his lips waiting for her to finish. 

Taking a sip Steve contemplated his next words. He couldn't give Robin false hope but he had heard rumours about Chrissy and a couple of girls from the cheer squad so maybe Chrissy did want to take Robin on a date. 

“So, Chrissy Cunningham, who's a well-known metalhead, listened to your punk, asked you to the movies and you still don't know if she wants to take you on a date or not,” Steve asked, cocking an eyebrow. 

“Maybe she was just being nice!” Robin exclaimed, throwing her hands up. 

“I’ll talk to her at school tomorrow, ok?” Steve ushered Robin out of the kitchen and they both got ready for the day they had planned.

It wasn’t until between 3rd and 4th period the following day that Steve managed to speak to Chrissy. He caught her pretending to put things in her locker and trying to take sneaky glances at Robin.

“She’s really pretty isn't she?” Steve whispered, sliding up beside Chrissy and pretending to check his bag for something. 

“Yeah, she is” Chrissy replied softly before blushing and looking at Steve wide-eyed, “I didn't mean it like that, just that she’s objectively pretty, nothing else.”  

“Secrets safe with a fellow friend Cunningham” Steve chuckles “Have fun at the movies later,” he said before winking and walking away. 

“I’m telling you now, it's a date. She wants to date you. Sit in those back seats and ignore the movie” Steve laughed as he dodged a soggy chip thrown at him by Robin, as he told her about the interaction he’d had with Chrissy earlier in the day. 

“You know it’s not that simple Stevie, it’s not safe. As far as we know she’s straight and as far as she thinks I’m straight too. I can’t just tell her I'm not. What if it gets out? My parents don’t even know Steve.” Robin sighed. 

“Birdie she was literally looking at you and agreed when I said you’re pretty. I’ve heard the stories about her and the cheer squad as well. Either way, she’s a safe person to tell, I’m certain of it.” Steve reassured, squeezing her arm lovingly. 

“Maybe” Robin responded, smiling at him sadly. 

Steve knew it wasn't as easy as he made out to her. He was destined to explore his sexuality in dark corners and dingy bathrooms, maybe a cheap hotel if he was lucky. But the chances are he would settle down with a wife and a kid or two, maybe he'd tell his wife he too liked men or maybe he wouldn't. But he was certain he would do anything to help his soulmate find her girl. 

“Anyway, what's this about the cheer squad?” Robin asked suddenly, as though her brain had finally caught up to what he'd said. 

“Oh Robin, see if Chrissy will tell you” He smirked back at her before he continued to eat his salad.

[riveatstoes]

the idea of finn wolfhard’s roles being somehow related has been beaten to death already but i do enjoy the concept of richie tozier and mike wheeler being twins separated when they were young, and then being forced to endure their own interdimensional horrors with their groups of Loser Buddies.

i also like the idea of how they’d react to each other’s aforementioned interdimensional horrors. personally i think if richie had to deal with anything remotely upside-down related he’d Flip The Fuck Out and just scream a lot. if he came face to face with a demogorgon he’d try to hit it with a baseball bat or a stick or something, and then max or lucas (or maybe even el) would have to go out of their way to save him from his own dipshit decisions.

alternatively i believe that pennywise would be a cakewalk for mike and the party. mike would simply hit it with the “it’s not my fault you don’t like girls 🙄” and it’d be so confused it would have no choice but to back off. i also am a firm believer that if the losers club had max with them they would’ve fully defeated pennywise in the first movie. she would’ve figured out the “make it small” shit SO FAST.

at her core max mayfield is a Thirteen Year Old Girl and i applaud her for it. i love her.

anyway i’m working on my own twins!richie and mike fanfic so we’ll see how that goes. i don’t want to post it before i have something super solid because i have a tendency to abandon fics if they don’t interest me enough the entire time. we’ll see.

bonus—some stranger things/IT pairings that i want to see more of in crossover fics:

STANLEY AND WILL!!!!!!!!! trust me

bev and el

dustin and richie

if you’re gonna do the bev/max thing i also strongly suggest doing lucas/ben as well because what’s the point of writing the ginger girlbosses without their Stupid Goofy Men?

bill and mike w

idk i just feel like eddie k would just hate eddie munson. crossover where the losers club have to climb through that portal in the munsons’ trailer and eddie k refuses purely because of the state of eddie m’s mattress

i get the feeling that stanley would be the one constantly being stuck with steve and robin and forced into ridiculous tasks. imagine the stranger things 3 russian elevator scene but instead of dustin trying to set up robin and steve it’s just stan uris panic-reciting bird species

stan’s first thought would be “oh she has a bird name :) nice” and then the rest is “what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck”

honestly any pairing other than reddie/byler because even though i love those boys to death it’s just so OBVIOUS atp

and also i can appreciate that they’d relate to each other but mike hanlon and lucas is far from the best mike h pairing. for example imagine him being stuck with (throws dart at board of ST character names) murray

erica sinclair and eddie kaspbrak world domination

adding onto the richie/mike twin thing the idea of nancy having to adjust to +1 brother is both funny and interesting to me. i think she’d lose it one way or another

jonathan byers and bill denbrough guilty older brothers bond

also imagine hopper reacting to a Second Mike being in his general vicinity. i think that would force him off the edge, ESPECIALLY after getting to know richie

[greenandsorrow]

Chapter 3 of my Pennywise fic is almost ready, but like.... Should I wait more time before I post it, so that more people can read the other two first? Or it shouldn't matter? Bc the fandom is low-key dead and gone and buried.

You can ask to be tagged in it btw.

🎈🎈🎈🎈🎈

[icedb1ackcoffee]

do you have any fucked up fics (feyd related or not 🤭) you’ve enjoyed recently? you’re a great author so i trust your taste in other great authors 🤩

okay soooo of course I have to shout out @inkwingsinc's fic, bit my gun with my black-gold gums (which, if you haven't read yet, just call off work now because you WILL LOSE SLEEP reading this divine fic!!!). it is genuinely one of the best writing i've ever read, and the plot/characters/story are so unique and carefully thought through. it's like, god-tier. ink is a treasure, and we are blessed to have this absolute GIFT !

the first feyd x reader fic I read was @peggyao3's fic, preyd, which i still go back and re-read because it just hits. Every. Time. Peggy also has so many more Feyd fics that leave me drooling, and I force myself not to read them all because I *will* devour them all too quickly.

@luminnara also has a great collection of feyd fics, including my personal fave, gladiator!

i also really really enjoyed @sansaorgana's thrown to the wolves fic!!!

if you want something else in the dune-universe, i HIGHLY recommend fleshed in the wife by @thefudge. it's paul x irulan and is INCREDIBLE.

(idk if all of them will be the level of "fucked up" you're hoping, but considering they are all feyd fics, well.... they're all naturally a tad fucked up. i just know that there are a lot of fics out there that I've enjoyed that I'm blanking on. if I've comment on their fic, chances are I enjoyed it and I just have terrible memory.)

tbh i really try not to read a whole lot of feyd fics, especially right now, because i don't want to worm its way into my own ideas/writing, so those are the main ones I've enjoyed!!!

also, if you want fic recs outside of that, trust that I read a lot of...ahem. Weird shit? basically anything in my bookmarks on AO3 are what I consider to be the crème de la crème, particularly this venom x reader fic collection by @snarky-badger or this pennywise x reader fic (yes, really.) i re-read both at least once a year. (currently, i mostly read trad/indie books more than fic, so if you or anyone else wants any recs, let me know that too!)

[svnnywon]

Uhh hiii !!! i dont know how to do this so bear with me <3

I just posted chapter 1/5 of my fic growing pains ! It’s the first fic I’ve ever posted and ao3 is confusing as hell (it’s not. I’m just lazy) but!! It takes place 2 years after the initial fight with Pennywise and focuses on Eddie’s first year of high school. He’s learning to understand himself, going through struggles, all that good stuff that happens as a freshman. Basically just self discovery and acceptance. But!! Some timeline and plot stuff are moved around because I simply just felt like it! Because yeah! Anywho go check it out! It’s been brewing in my mind for some time :) 

[https-lovers]

Reddie Longfic Recs (6 fics)

Majority of the recommendations are >100k words, and are categorized by timeline! I might make a second part to cover more fics.

Chapter I – 12 years old to immediate post-canon transition During the 27 Years – High school to adulthood Chapter II – Adulthood to Reunion, and post-canon

Enjoy!

Chapter I

are you lost enough? by tozier, trashmouthling (Teen and Up)

Premise: Summer of 1991, and there's no Pennywise. Ben is the new kid, and the Losers going to high school. Notes: This fic has a way of bringing the teenage Losers to life. It has its feel-good moments in summer, and although Reddie makes a meaningful part of the fic, each Loser's story is explored extensively. I also adore the way this was written. Each character's story is written like a dedication, where we find fleshed out characters with purpose behind their actions. The fic transitions in seasons, and even when the descriptive notes don't focus on the weather, you can still experience the Losers progressing from summer, to fall, to winter, and so on. This was a very enjoyable, insightful, humorous and witty read. Richie and Eddie's dynamic in this fic is easily one of my favorites; Where we're able to see their own perspectives and vulnerabilities, but we also see other characters' perspective of their growth, how they talk about each other when the other isn't present– the subtleties of growing up and falling in love with their best friend are all written with intention. If fondness was an extreme sport then they WON.

Reap What You Sow by Honbunbun (Teen and Up)

Premise: They've just defeated Pennywise, but now more monsters are drawn to Derry. The turtle gives them superpowers, and the Losers move in to Neibolt together. Notes: This fic has a unique exploration of the Losers' roles within the group. We pick up on Richie and Eddie's relationship after the first time they defeat Pennywise, with full awareness that the other is there for them. When they aren't defeating monsters or learning how to defeat monsters, the fic is undeniably domestic. They get together somewhere between the beginning and the end, and my favorite part was watching how their relationship progresses past "getting together"; It's a development of trust, and easing in to the kind of comfort you have when you realize someone is never going to leave. This fic was hilarious, explored topics of trauma and death with sensitivity, and honestly felt like a shorter read than it was because of how engaging the author's writing and pacing is.

During the 27 Years

I Left My Umbrella at Home by hyppityhoppy (Explicit)

Premise: "Some of the lost years, recovered" as phrased by the author. There's no Pennywise, but the Losers make distance as friendships do after high school. Decisions turn the tide, and in the middle of the semester, after little to no contact, Richie finds himself on Eddie's doorstep. Notes: This fic was like comforting crack to my nursing student brain telling me it's all going to be okay. The fic shows us the reality of friendships, without being pessimistic. The dialogues are witty and tinged with an edge depicting the characters' ages. They're college students dealing with newfound responsibilities, but we see them progress into adults with careers and marriages. This was a slice of life, the author described it as the recovery of their lost years and it's a completely apt description. Richie and Eddie do the college student mating ritual of having a hundred things to worry about, but still finding the time to make excuses for each other, to be around each other. I love how casual touches, and actions of caring are written into the scene; Some touches are a revelation, and some are written like it's an unquestionable necessity. Love the "Richie and Eddie"ness of all of it.

a strange sense of familiarity by Katranga (Explicit)

Premise: Months before Mike calls everyone back to Derry, Richie and (divorced) Eddie meet in a bar, and proceed to have a high commitment long-distance situationship. The fic follows their first meeting until a retelling and post-canon of Chapter II. Notes: The Eddie character study in this fic was amazingly done, and I adore Richie’s characterization. I have no idea how to describe their relationship in the first part of fic. Richie and Eddie connect right off the bat, and they go through the Horror of Being Known in separate ways. A lot of what I love about this fic are at risk of spoilers; But it made me very sentimental over Eddie. It deals closely with what he went through with Sonia and Myra, and how it’s affected his relationships and self-perception— The author brings in many realistic outliers and flaws in both their lives that could affect their relationship BEFORE they remember the clusterfuck that is Pennywise. The build up towards chapter II was extremely satisfying to me. The epilogue is so sweet I got cavities.

Chapter II

Things that Happen after Eddie Lives by IfItHollers (Explicit)

Premise: What is says on the tin. Everything is post-canon of Chapter II. Eddie lives, Richie is put on trial for murder, they become roommates (and they talk to the dead) Notes: This is my Eddie Lives Bible. Richie is hilarious, and this fic explores the agency he seeks for himself extensively. This fic is basically canon to me. The writing feels grounded for a fic that explores ghostly possessions and Richie Tozier on trial for murder. This is a reddie list, but the inclusion of the other Losers is one of the best aspects of the plot. This fic is hilarious and endearing. Richie and Eddie are figuring out their footing. The part where Richie takes Eddie to the Kissing Bridge is like Top 10 Reddie moments and it's thousands of words before they even get together. This fic is like the navigational journey of two adults who are going through the wringer physically, emotionally, and blindly– with familiarity and sheer will as their saving grace.

Keep on Loving You by notso_bad

Premise: A retelling of Chapter II and post-canon, with Eddie and Richie's enlightening inner commentary (to clarify, the fic is still written in third person). "Emotional edging" as the author put it. Notes: It isn't a reddie rec list without a fic giving extensive, quality, real time inner commentary of Eddie and Richie upon reunion. I'm not eloquent enough to describe it, but the fic is written in such a charming way? The writing has a casual voice that switches between character perspectives, and it flows so naturally. The addition of flashbacks tied the fic together. The rapidity of memories tied with the surges of affection, outpours into two characters who don't know what to do with themselves around each other. Despite this, they know that the feeling– that all of it is still familiar, like they're picking up where they left off. Top tier dynamic.

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Author Spotlight: CatSteppingOnAKeyboard!

Introducing. . . author spotlight! This post will be a roundup of my personal favorites written by this author, instead of a traditional roundup with fics by multiple authors.

Ambrosia and snake oil are sold by the same vendor The Penumbra Podcast, (multi), 180k, Humor, Action & Adventure “Twirl for me, Juno.” “I’ll do it if you close your eyes.” Nureyev takes his hand and makes Juno twirl. The rainbow skirts of a summer dress flare, a yellow cardigan snapping about him, his gold sandals flashing. The effect is of a rainbow octopus flashing its warning colors on the end of Nureyev’s arm. Nureyev catches Juno by the waist “You look splendid.” “I look like I run a mommy-blog.” “I think that’s the point, Juno.” Juno Steel is a lot of things. A happy home-maker ain't one of them, but hey, how hard can it be to play nice for a bit, especially if it means uncovering a source of the cure-mother? Except it's not that simple because nothing ever is in Juno's life. Suddenly he and his family are poised on the verge of an intergalactic conspiracy that pits Juno against old friends and enemies, while the fate of a dying species hangs in the balance. Also some furby nightmare fell out of the vents and Vespa won't let them put it back to the woods.

Ambrosia and snake oil was the best Penumbra fic I had ever read until I read The ballad of Jet Sikuliaq. The combination of action and humor, found family shenanigans, and wacky BAMF's is exactly what got me into The Penumbra Podcast, and it drew me into this fic all the same.

The ballad of Jet Sikuliaq  The Penumbra Podcast, (gen), 120k, Pre-Canon, Heists Before a certain lady detective ever met a certain nameless thief, before a certain mayor ever set a robot plague upon a certain Martian city, there were others being gay and doing crimes in space. Jet; a torn between the cool uncle he is on the inside and the ruthless, blood-thirsty, property-damaging intergalactic criminal with a wicked drug dependency he is on the outside. Buddy; the victim of his most recent bout of impulsive destruction. To compensate for what Jet has done to Buddy's reputation, Buddy recruits Jet for a singularly difficult task: either he kills her father, a notorious prison baron and jackass, or Buddy kills Jet and displays his remains over the counter of her bar next to the mechanical trout that sings 'Sweet Caroline'. Nothing goes as planned, least of all the beautiful friendship that blooms out of this unlikely allegiance.

I have a secret love for pre-canon fics and The Ballad doesn't disappoint. The ballad of Jet Sikuliaq is a quintessential heist fic with reluctant teammates, bizarre humor, and that ooey gooey found family goodness. This fic explores a brilliant depth of emotion with discussions of addiction, grief, and mental illness that are a halfway substitute for real therapy.

There are no wolves left in Ireland  Derry Girls x IT, (gen), 70k, The Power of Friendship, Biblical Horror Orla raises her hand higher. “I’ve been possessed.” Erin rolls her eyes. “No, she hasn’t, Sister Michael. Orla was iron deficient last year- she got a swimmy feeling in her head every time she stood up and she thought that was demons.” “It was demons.” says Orla, evenly. “Oh, and iron tablets made the demons go away, did they?” Her cousin shrugs and thumbs the side of her nose. “Well, I felt better after I took ‘em, didn’t I?” Another Derry, another time, same old Pennywise. Armed with friendship, faith, an encyclopedic knowledge of Catholic heresy and a pitchfork one of them got out of the garden shed, the Derry girls do battle with a clown who really should have known better than to try this shit in Northern Ireland.

This was the fic that got me into the source material. I actually read the first chapter of this fic and then put it down to watch the first episode of Derry Girls. Hilarious, horrifying, and heartwarming, this fic has it all! A definite must read, you only need the bare minimum of familiarity with Derry Girls and even less knowledge of IT to enjoy this fic.

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Wise

Aaron and Emily's 4-year-old daughter wants to go as the infamous demon clown from It for Halloween, but a bout of chicken pox ruins her plans.

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Hi friends!

I recently did a poll about what I should write next and a prompt from the lovely @astridncs - who asked for a fic where Hotchniss's daughter wants to be Pennywise for Halloween - and a prompt of my own - the family gets chicken pox - got the SAME percentage in the poll. So, as any normal person would, I combined them.

I hope you like this, and that it's just the right mix of funny, hurt/comfort and domestic fluff <3

Please do let me know what you think! -x-

Words: 3.1k

Warnings: mentions of clowns/Pennywise. All the talk of chicken pox might make you itchy.

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

Aaron smiles as he hears the front door open, shortly followed by his daughter running towards the living room, her smile wide as she runs up to him, still in her jacket.

“Hi, Daddy!” Violet exclaims, her excitement palpable, “I picked my Halloween outfit.” 

“You mean a costume, princess,” he says, dutifully undoing the buttons on the 4-year-old's jacket for her and helping her take it off, “And that’s good, it’s Halloween this weekend.” 

Jack had picked his costume weeks ago, gently reassured that he didn’t have to go as Aaron every year when he eventually landed on Spiderman. Benjamin, being 8 months old, didn’t have much of a choice- and would be wearing the same pumpkin costume Penelope had bought Violet for her first Halloween. Violet had struggled to decide what she wanted to wear for trick or treating, agonising over the decision like she had the weight of the world on her shoulders. 

“Why don’t you tell Daddy what you decided on, sweetie,” Emily says as she walks into the room, smiling at her husband as she sits next to him on the couch, “Hi,” she whispers as she stamps a kiss against his lips. 

“Hi,” he replies kissing her again before he turns his attention back to his daughter, her excitement clear in her dark eyes, in the way she was practically bouncing up and down, “What are you going as?”

“Penny.”

He smiles, “You want to go as Aunt Penny? She’ll love that-”

“No,” Emily cuts over him, clearly smothering a laugh as she clears her throat, “Not Aunt Penny. She means Pennywise the Clown.” 

It takes a moment for his wife’s words to register, for the level of amusement she clearly felt to line up with what she had said. He frowns, his eyebrows knitting together as he remembers the first time he’d seen It. How Tim Curry’s version of the demon clown had stayed with him for weeks, making him shiver every time he thought about it. He’d seen trailers for the new version that was about to come out, modern filmmaking allowing it to be even creepier and more insidious, and it had reawakened an old fear.

A fear of something that his 4-year-old daughter had lovingly dubbed Penny.

He turns back to Violet and smiles, grateful for years in his chosen career that means he doesn’t show her how she really feels. 

“That’s great, Vi,” he says, placing his hand on Emily’s thigh and squeezing when she giggles next to him, “Jack is in the den playing MarioKart if you want to go play?” 

She nods enthusiastically and runs away, scratching the back of her neck and calling her big brother's name as she goes. As soon as she’s out of earshot he turns to Emily, his eyebrows furrowed.

“How does she know who Pennywise is?” 

Emily scrunches her nose up, a mix of amusement and vague horror that her little girl seemed to have fallen in love with a character from a horror movie washing over her. 

“There was a big display in Target with merchandise for the new movie,” she says, placing her hand over his on her leg and linking their fingers together, “I thought she’d be terrified but she was fascinated. She said she liked his make-up.” 

“Well she can’t go as him…” he starts, watching how Emily avoids his eye contact, her gaze fixed on their joint hands, “You already got everything didn’t you.”

She shrugs as she smiles at him, the same dark eyes that she’d passed on to both their youngest children meeting his. Her cheeks go pink with embarrassment, “Don’t act like you would have been able to say no to her either. Plus, she didn’t quite seem herself when I picked her up from school. She only perked up when she saw the damn clown.” 

Violet had them both wrapped around her finger the moment they’d first seen her as a grainy dot during Emily’s first ultrasound. He knows she’s right, that if anything he would have crumbled even sooner than his wife. Any further conversation is cut off as they hear crying from upstairs a second before it crackles through the baby monitor on the coffee table, letting them know that Benjamin is done with his nap. Emily gets up to go see him, but Aaron stops her, leaning in to kiss her cheek before he stands up.

“You did the school run, I’ll go sort him out.” 

She smiles and nods, squeezing his hand once more before he lets go and she watches him go. She huffs out a breath as she slumps back on the couch. She was exhausted. A kind of tiredness that ran bone deep but she couldn’t figure out why, the level of fatigue she was feeling not quite matching up with what she’d done the last few days. She smiles as she hears Aaron walk into the nursery, his voice soft down the baby monitor as she hears him talk to their youngest when he walks into the room. She switches off the monitor, groaning as she sits up straight, and she hears her daughter's familiar footfall on the hardwood floor. Violet runs in and sits next to her on the couch, immediately leaning against her. 

“I thought you were playing with Jack?” Emily says, tucking Violet into her side. She frowns when Violet shrugs and snuggles in deeper to her side. “You ok, sweet girl?” She asks, leaning down to kiss the top of her head. She pauses when she feels the heat of the little girls skin, and she pulls back to put her hand on Violet’s forehead, wincing when she feels that she’s got the start of a fever, “You feel a bit warm, baby. Let’s get your sweater off for a little bit,” she suggests, and Violet nods, taking off her sweater, mussing up her neat braids that Aaron had done that morning as she pulls it over her head. 

Emily takes it from her and frowns when she sees a few red marks on her arm, clustered around the inside of her elbow, the skin around it looking pink and sore. She gently grabs Violet’s arm to get a closer look. 

“Does this hurt Vi?” She asks, looking up at her, concern bubbling in her stomach and the little girl shakes her head, “Are you sure?” 

“It scratches.” 

“Itches, sweetie,” she corrects gently. She bites her lower lip and calls out, hoping her husband won’t confirm her suspicions. She hears Aaron walk down the stairs, “Honey? Can you come here?” 

He appears around the corner, Benjamin on his hip, the little boy still looking a little sleepy, his head on his father’s shoulder. Aaron frowns at the sight in front of his wife and daughter snuggled on the couch, Violet burrowing into Emily’s side in a way she only ever did when she was tired or sick.

“Is everything okay?” 

“She’s a little warm, and she has a rash on her arm,” Emily says as Aaron leans in to have a closer look, he takes almost an immediate step back, making sure Benjamin is on his hip furthest from them. Emily’s frown deepens, “What?” 

He sighs, and looks at his daughter, the little girl looking more forlorn by the second, “I think she has chicken pox.”

___

Emily hums softly as she runs her fingers through Violet’s hair, looking down to double-check that she is still asleep. The paediatrician had confirmed Aaron’s suspicion when they’d called and advised what they needed to do - including, if they could, keeping her away from her little brother to try and minimise the risk of him getting it too. Emily had called the school to let them know Violet wouldn’t be in for the rest of the week, and the teacher told her three other students had come down with chicken pox in the last week or so, answering the question of where she had picked it up from.

The bedroom door opens and Emily looks up from where she is sitting on Violet’s bed and she smiles softly at her husband. Her smile slips away at the look on his face, the way he blows out a breath, and she groans, making sure she keeps her voice quiet so she doesn’t wake up the little girl glued to her side. 

“Oh no, please don’t tell me…”

Aaron sighs as she drifts off and he pushes his hands into his pockets, “Looks like Jack has it too, he said he didn’t feel too great when you took Violet for her bath. He’s got a rash too.” 

She closes her eyes and shakes her head and she scratches her abdomen idly, “How the hell are we going to keep Benny away from them until their rashes clear up,” she mutters, shaking her head, “They’ll have been infectious for days anyway.”

“I know, sweetheart,” he says, his eyes fixed on how she was scratching her abdomen just to the left of her scar, seemingly unaware that she was doing it, “But he isn’t showing any symptoms, and he hasn’t had the vaccine for it yet so the doctor said it’s best to keep him away.” 

Emily nods and she looks back down at Violet, “You’re right,” she says, and she looks back up at her husband, “Who’s going to break it to her this means no trick or treating this year?” 

“Well, at least it means she won’t dress up like a demon clown,” Aaron deadpans, smiling as his wife rolls her eyes before he’s once again drawn to how she’s scratching her skin through her shirt. His eyes drift and land on a small patch of skin on her arm just visible from the hem of her sleeve. Red spots surrounded by pink skin. “Sweetheart…” he says curiously, only carrying on when their eyes meet, “Did you ever have chicken pox when you were a kid?”

“No,” she replies quickly, “Why?” She asks, but her eyes widen as she realises what she’s been doing, her scratching coming to a halt almost immediately. She pulls up the sleeve on her arm and groans at the sight of the rash that hadn’t been there that morning, “Oh, for fuck sake.” 

___

It was a rough few days in the Hotchner household. 

Emily had been hit harder by chicken pox than Violet and Jack, since they’d both been vaccinated against it when they were toddlers. Their symptoms were managed easily with medication and chamomile lotion. Emily, however, had a fever that kept peaking overnight, leading to Aaron being so worried about her that he’d barely slept. He kept a vigil from the other side of the bedroom to try and stop himself from getting too close since he was also looking after Benjamin, whilst trying to constantly remind his wife why it wasn’t a good idea for her to go near the 8-month-old. 

Aaron yawns as he paces the nursery with Benjamin in his arms. The baby was grumpy, his forehead against Aaron’s neck as he mumbled the sound Aaron knew meant mama. He sighs as he presses a kiss to his son’s forehead, running his hand up and down his back as he tries to soothe him as best as he can. 

“I know, buddy,” he says, kissing his dark hair, “Mommy is my favourite too, but I’m just trying to stop you from getting sick.” 

He continues pacing until Benjamin finally gives up the fight against sleep and goes slack in his arms. He carefully places him down and leaves the nursery. He knocks on Jack’s bedroom door and opens it, smiling at the sight of his eldest sitting up in bed, white spots on his skin where lotion had tried over his blisters, and his game controller in his hands.

“How are you feeling buddy?”

Jack shrugs, “I’m okay. Itchy.”

Aaron smiles, “Just make sure-”

“Don’t scratch, I know,” he replies, rolling his eyes at his dad, something Aaron was sure he’d never done before Emily moved in with them. Jack turns serious for a second, his concern clear. “Is Mom okay? 

Aaron still remembered Jack coming up to him a few years ago, just after Violet had been born, a nervous look on his face as he asked whether he could start calling Emily's mom. He’d been worried Haley would be angry at him for it, something Aaron had assured him couldn’t be further from the truth. He assured his eldest that if it felt right for him he should do it, and Jack had smiled and run across the house to ask Emily, who had burst into tears because she was exhausted and full of hormones. Even though the memory involved all of the people he loved most in the world crying, it was one of Aaron’s favourites. One of the moments he knew he’d fought to experience.

“She’s fine, I promise,” he assures him, and Jack nods, “I’ll leave you to it. Only 30 more minutes on your game before you go to sleep, okay?” 

Jack nods again, “Night, Dad. Love you.” 

“Love you too.” 

He’s almost in the doorway of the master bedroom when he hears a noise from the main bathroom. He turns and sees that Violet’s door is slightly open, the light from her nightlight seeping out of her room, casting shadows throughout the hallway. The bathroom door is also open and he hears the noise again, a small crash that draws him closer. 

Later, he won’t be able to explain his reaction. As she pushes the door open he spots Violet sitting on the counter and facing the mirror, she turns to face him as he enters the room, and he jumps as their eyes meet, a noise he’ll later refuse was a scream escaping him as he places his hand on his chest. 

Violet had apparently found one of Emily’s red lipsticks and drawn vertical red lines from her forehead down to her lips, passing over her eyelids as they met at her lips, which were also covered in the lipstick. There was a bright red dot on her nose, drawn messily, and Aaron could see the almost worn-down lipstick on the counter. 

He should have known that Halloween essentially being cancelled from his family wouldn’t save him from his daughter's apparent love for Pennywise. 

Violet giggles at his reaction and reaches her arms out for him. “Silly Daddy! I’m Penny.” 

“Aaron? Is everything okay I heard a…” Emily asks before she walks into the room, her eyes wide as she stops in the doorway. She’s still covered in a rash. It had spread to her face, and even to the inside of her mouth. She was miserable and desperate to feel better, and she was still the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She blinks and shakes her head as she looks back and forth between Aaron and Violet, “Am I hallucinating? Has my fever spiked again?” 

He chuckles and shakes his head, “No, your daughter got into your makeup and decided to do her Halloween makeup,” he says, winking at his wife, “You go back to bed, sweetheart, I’ll be there in a minute.”

She nods and turns to leave before she looks at him again, “Make sure you get some photos.” 

He smiles and nods, pulling his phone out of his sweatpants pocket, “I was already planning on it,” he says, and they exchange a smile before she walks back to the bedroom. He turns to look at his daughter, “Smile for the camera.” 

As he takes the pictures, the messily drawn makeup and the chicken pox spots visible on her skin, he knows this will one day be one of his favourites. One of the many pictures she’ll end up hating, her cheeks red with embarrassment when she’s older and too cool for her parents and horrified that her dad has this photo on his desk. Once he’s happy, the pictures already in his favourites folder, he puts his phone away and lifts her off of the counter, holding her close as she wraps her arms around his neck. 

“Let’s go clean your face and get you to bed, Penny.” 

___

For the first time in days, Emily feels human. Her rash was gone and, whilst the fatigue was still lingering, she was no longer contagious, meaning she could finally do what she’d wanted to do for days. 

She’s sitting on the couch with Benjamin asleep on her chest, his face pressed into her skin as he naps. She runs her hand up and down his back and periodically presses a kiss to the top of his head, breathing in the scent she’d missed so much it hurt since she’d got sick. 

“Want me to take him up to bed?”

She turns to look at her husband and shakes her head, tightening her hold on him, “No,” she replies, kissing the top of her son’s head again, “I’m catching up on Benny time.” 

“Violet and Jack are in bed. They both crashed hard after we finally let them at the Halloween candy,” Aaron smiles softly as he sits down next to her. He studies his wife and son, how Benjamin was as relaxed as he had been in days, his face completely slack, a small wet patch of drool on Emily’s skin. How Emily was holding him tightly like she was trying to press her love into his skin, her affection, as if it wasn’t what she’d made him with. Every bit of him stitched together with how much she loved him. “I’m sorry I kept you guys apart for so long.”

“Honey, you have nothing to apologise for,” she says, resting her cheek against the top of Benjamin’s head, “It was the right thing to do. It just sucked,” she takes one of her hands from her son’s back and places it on Aaron’s knee and squeezes, “Thank you for looking after all of us so well.” 

“It was my pleasure,” he says sincerely, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and settling closer. He kisses her forehead and they sit in contented silence and he runs his hand up and down her arm, his soft smile slips off of his face as he’s hit with a realisation, “You’re going to tell everyone about me screaming at the Pennywise make up aren’t you?”

“Oh honey,” she says, tilting her head to look up at him and reaching up to cup his cheek, a familiar glint in her eyes, “I already have.” 

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felt like talking about megaten demons again so here’s some official art of demons based on mostly american horror/sci-fi.

list of names n extra notes:

audrey (audrey ii from little shop of horrors), betelgeuse (beetlejuice from… y’know, beetlejuice), chris the car (christine the car from christine), nickelwise (pennywise from it), friday (jason voorhees from friday the 13th), franken (frankenstein’s monster from frankenstein), terminator (similar to the t-800 from terminator), scanner (likely a reference to the movie scanners), and hierophant (pinhead from hellraiser).

yeah hierophant is an alternative nickelwise which is why i’m putting it here despite the hellraiser franchise spawning from britain. idk how hierophant got that name since i don’t remember anything in at least the first hellraiser that could warrant the alternative name. (could’ve called it idk spikehead if they wanted to avoid copyright.) technically this might not be the first time a demon’s design was inspired by cenobites as lucifer’s infamous redesign for 4 closely resembles them. similar reasoning for franken, being an english work. like stated before, most of these are taken from american works, especially stephen king.

there’s more stephen king demons, though like many enemies exclusive to persona 1 and is/ep, only spritework exists, my personal favorite being carrie. kinda a shame there’s been no character or persona in persona inspired by her, since the og book and film adaptations are the trippiest “dangers of extreme religious worship”/child abuse is wrong/anti-bullying things i’ve ever seen. (there’s also a movie sequel that’s basically the first with less religious extremism and more goth icon/dangers of frat boy culture/really good rock backing tracks.) idk the concept of psychic girl who gets bullied a ton feels like it would be right at home as an atlus rerelease extra girl.

of course terminator sticks out too. when it comes to forgotten smt demon, terminator is an icon in that department. outside of the guns being the same and being (presumably) a robot (idk i haven’t gotten around to playing smt 2 yet but there’s a lot of more mechanical demons based on all the art i’ve seen), the name is the closest it really is to resembling the t-800s. idk to me it feels like it’s different enough that bringing it back in at least one future megaten game wouldn’t be that much of an issue compared to other horror icon references. they could just change the guns/ditch the guns altogether and change the name. really cool overall.

scanner is another weird one that i kinda wanna see again just because it sounds like it could be cool. dude only appears in smt 1, and while fan wikis aren’t super reliable sources, because it gave off that “this has to be some reference to a cheesy 80s movie” vibe, i dug into the origins more. yeah there’s a canadian fic called scanners and yeah scanner is 100% based on the whole idea of scanners in the film. never seen it nor heard of it, but hey the director, david cronenberg, also directed the fly so it’s probably a fun watch.

friday’s design is technically wrong though it’s also kinda not. despite jason most often using a machete (and preferring to kill horny teens), a lot of references have him using a chainsaw.

chris the car is technically not completely gone. of course the idea of ghost drivers and the like in media are nothing new (though the car itself is the killer in christine) so for all i know i’m overthinking it or it’s a coincidence, but oboroguruma—a demon exclusive to dsrk 1 and 2–seems to take some design inspiration, having a similar destroyed bumper/grill with an exposed motor.

lastly, while not pictured here or anything, something i found out one time is that lucifer’s favorite fake name, louis cyphre, is a reference to the novel falling angel/its film adaptation, angel heart, though none of the various disguises resemble how he looks in the film. idk i found that an interesting tidbit.

kaneko was apparently into western media (which is unsurprising) so that’s likely the reason there was so many of these movie references during the earlier days of megaten. what i’m sure is due to copyright, many of these older demons never appeared again. copyright law does vary in different places and i’m sure for the few jjba fans who are reading this, you know just how lax japan is in comparison likely due to being western stuff and most copyright holders don’t have that much of an international grip. unless you’re disney. with the whole localization effort atlus might’ve not wanted to have to change a bunch of shit which i don’t blame them for. though with the existence of nickelwise and hierophant coming from tokyo mirage sessions, a pretty recent game (released in 2015 and rereleased on the switch in 2020) that doesn’t seem to have run into copyright issue or had to take them out in the rerelease as far as i’m aware, it’s not entirely impossible to see anything similar again. it is kinda sad though.