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bindtorturekillme · 1 year

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Your Eyes, Vacant & Stained

Ch.4 - 5k

Pairing: Frank Iero x Gerard Way

A handful of loud snapping sounds came from nearby, "Uh… guys?" Ray's voice sounded panicked.

"Yeah?" Gerard yelled back, Frank checked the mirrors but didn't see anything.

"The house with the red shutters!" Frank saw Ray pointing towards a house.

Warnings

Gore, Death, Murder, WORK-IN-PROGRESS, not completed (and chapters unknown) but I know the ending, trust me guys I will write it, I just need people to love this idea with me, Zombies, Gay, mcr??

Support my AO3 with part four otherwise, enjoy ♥

The truck could only fit two comfortably, three if they squeezed, Ray and Mikey decided to take the trunk since they were both large in the shoulders. The roads were far from clear on the way to their next city, Gerard called it Mesq “With a Q”. He spoke with an accent that sounded like a cowboy impersonating a French man that made Frank laugh.

They drove slowly through large pile-ups, around bodies and potholes. Frank hung his arm out the window while Gerard drove. They didn’t come across many undead that were still walking, but when they did, Ray or Mikey would usually wind up their bats and spike their heads. Frank’s gut twisted every time one’s head blew up, he wasn’t able to comprehend how they were so okay with murder.

He checked his phone over and over again, but there were no new notifications. Frank wasn’t the type of person who was on social media, he barely gave anyone his phone number. But it was over forty-eight hours since he was in contact with anyone he knew, so he had forced himself to reach out. If Gerard was telling the truth, New Jersey wouldn’t have been hit yet, The Virus was barely into Utah.

His first outgoing text was to a group chat he created with his parents and brother, at first he had no idea what to even say to them. He wasn't the type to reach out, but he told them he would let them know when he got back from this trip, which was supposed to be the previous day. He texted them as the group was piling their stuff into the truck. Frank sat in the passenger side with his duffle at his feet. He stared at the phone for a long time, typing up whole texts just to hate them and delete it all. Eventually, he settled with “Got caught up, not sure when I'll be back. Get to safety, if you’ve heard about the zombies, they’re real.” Now, they’d been driving for almost an hour and he hadn’t heard anything back. Frank gnawed at his lip but shoved his phone back into his pocket, attempting to push away the thought of his family.

Gerard glanced over casually, his sunglasses hid it from Frank. The handful of CD’s Frank discovered in the truck earlier didn’t satisfy Gerard, but he always kept two albums with him, he expressed they are "essential to him no matter the circumstances"; The Smashing Pumpkins’ Mellon Collie and Nirvana’s In Utero. They weren’t Frank’s favorite, but he didn’t judge. He wondered whether or not the music choice was why Ray and Mikey offered Frank the front.

Besides the numerous pile-ups everywhere, the skies were clear, the desert stretched far and the mountains cooked in the sunlight. As they drove, the trees got thicker and grass began to cover the ground. They drove almost an hour and a half before seeing the city sign they were looking for. They slowed down in front of it. A truck has driven through half of the sign, leaving just M-E-S-Q. Frank wondered if Gerard had scouted up here without him knowing, when he checked the map on his phone, it said they were in a city called Mesquite, but he continued to refer to it as Mesq, mimicking Gerard's bad accent every time.

A church had finished burning to their left, all that was left was charred pews, blackened ceiling beams had smashed into the confessionals and steeple. The giant marble crucifix with Jesus was still standing, though blacked from the smoke. A green field began to spread in front of them on the opposite side. Gerard had slowed as they drove into the city. A burning police car was turned over in the middle of the street they were following with more cars on either side like a barricade, bodies were everywhere, a semi was tipped over, crushing a few cars, a patch of cacti and more body parts. Between each mountain pass, Frank was able to see they followed a river and before long the mountains fell.

“I think we made it…” Frank’s low voice reached out the window to Ray and Mikey in the bed.

Ray turned his head in towards the truck's back window, “Guys, is that a golf course?”

Gerard chuckled menacingly, “I think you might be right!” He sped the car up, Frank gripping the handle above his door. Mikey got off his butt and started squatting in the trunk, looking like a meercat making sure it's safe to keep going, while Ray used his arm to hold on to the frame around them. Gerard swerved around some bodies but drove over ones that were macerated and unrecognizable.

They followed the golf course until it ended, then they took the first ramp off highway 15 and quickly found the entrance to the course. The course reminded Frank of the hotel he woke up in. It wasn’t free from bodies and blood but there was a lot less dead here than the last few cities he'd gone through.

“Okay, before we settle here, we’re going to drive around a little bit,” Gerard explained to everyone but mostly for Frank. “We scope the neighborhood out in the truck first, for an easier getaway. This truck is… louder than what we like but at least we can outrun them.” Frank nodded in understanding and Gerard went past the course.

They didn’t go too far, another church was surrounded by a neighborhood that spanned three blocks. They turned down a street and Gerard instantly noticed a half eaten woman who was being dragged by three dogs, the dog's leashes were tied to her wrist, “I don’t think we’re in a safe-zone anymore…” Gerard grumbled.

Frank had his chin resting against the open window as he watched the zombies stand around, fumbling in their yards, he even noticed some inside the windows just staring at their tv’s that still aired reruns of pre scheduled shows. Occasionally one would notice they were driving past and Ray or Mikey would have to wind their bats up again. Ray made a joke about mailboxes and zombie heads feeling the same against a bat, but Frank’s ears were ringing as Rape Me by Nirvana played for the nth time. It wasn’t loud, but to Frank it sounded like the volume was on max.

Frank’s ears rang more, the truck's buzz was gone and he saw black fuzz around his vision again. Kurt Cobain’s voice moaned “rape meeee…… rape meeeee, again……….”, the louder his voice became, the more muffled it sounded. Eventually Kurt’s repeated screaming made Frank feel like he was at a bad house party, trapped in the bathroom while the music pounds at the door. A memory attempted to form, but Frank fought back. As his vision blackened slightly more, he whipped his head up and around to look at Gerard. Gerard wasn’t singing anymore, he definitely didn’t look relaxed.

The bathroom Frank felt trapped in shrunk and his breathing got hard. Claustrophobia suddenly kicked in, Frank didn’t feel claustrophobic often, he knew he didn’t know how to handle it as his body grew hot and his head felt light. Anger bubbled in his chest like a cauldron about to boil over. He smashed the eject CD button and threw the CD down to Gerard’s feet. He turned back out the window, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath in while a thick gust of air blew into his face.

Crunching gravel prevented a silence from happening, and it happened too fast for Gerard to realize what was going on. Frank opened his eyes again and turned back to Gerard, he pretended not to notice Ray and Mikey also staring in at them. “Sorry. Sorry, I just- It- Ugh.” Frank took a deep breath. “We’ve listened to that song a lot.” Frank’s head hung. Ray and Mikey quickly turned their backs to them again.

“Hey,” Gerard stretched his arm out and grabbed Frank’s leg. “You’re safe with us, there’s only a couple of us left, we gotta stick together.”

The cruise ended early when the truck coughed. Every zombie at the six closest houses whipped their heads towards the truck. Gerard cursed under his breath and grabbed the wheel with both hands, the zombies began approaching quicker than before stumbling over their own feet, some dropped hard onto their faces as they ran.

Frank frantically looked around in front of them, attempting to remember which way the golf course was.

A handful of loud snapping sounds came from nearby, "Uh… guys?" Ray's voice sounded panicked.

"Yeah?" Gerard yelled back, Frank checked the mirrors but didn't see anything.

"The house with the red shutters!" Frank saw Ray pointing towards a house.

"A good couple of these houses have red shutters, dude!" Gerard hadn't noticed Ray pointing, but Frank moved to stick his head out the back window to see which house it was.

A pack of hunchback creatures on all four paws were creeping out of a nearby home. Most of their jaws were intact and drooling a mix of saliva and blood. The creatures seemed to be dog-like, but most had chewed off tails or ears, and some of their legs were swollen with muscle. They were a sickly ash-brown color with huge circular lesions all over their bodies that were most likely bites that got infected. One of the creatures was much larger than the rest, thick with muscle but still covered in lesions, this ones skin was drooping and slopping off onto the ground. This one was also missing it's entire snout, a weird array of teeth protruded from the chunk of meat that was left of his face.

Their eyes traced the truck as the group stared. Swollen bloodshot eyes with little white left, their irises almost glowed neon yellow at certain angles.

The ones that were able to snarled and snapped, Gerard had slowed the car unintentionally as he was distracted by the hyena-esc scene developing before them.

“You guys never mentioned zombie animals!” Frank’s frantic voice cut Gerard back to real life. A zombie screamed as it slammed its arms against the hood of the truck, all of them had been so distracted with what was behind them, they didn't realize the zombies were closing in. Francis realized quickly he was trapped.

In one swift move, Gerard shook his head, grabbed the wheel with both hands and said, “We didn’t know about them, either” before smashing his foot into the gas pedal. The zombie on the hood slid off and Gerard turned the wheels around it, crushing it's legs and making the truck jump on one side.

Frank fumbled with his phone to get a map up again, Ray was making frantic sounds behind him that he couldn’t make out while Mikey stayed virtually silent as he smashed the zombie from the hoods head and watched the hungry beasts barrelling down the road at us.

The houses all looked the same as they rounded the corner and Gerard turning down every random turn he could didn’t help. To them, it felt like an infinite loop until ever so often the sound of a loud smash and pop as one would get too close and Mikey would use its skull for batting practice.

“Take a left!!” Frank’s arm shot up over Gerard’s vision. Gerard slapped his arm down, swerving off the road momentarily.

“Where?!”

“HERE!” Frank grabbed the wheel this time and twisted it, Gerard felt a slight burn and the whole truck tipped more as Mikey got onto his knees and nearly hung out the side of the truck bed. Frank looked out the back window, “Mikey, I know we’re in danger, but can you sit FOR FIVE MINUTES?!” His anger was bubbling up and he knew it was the lack of alcohol.

Mikey’s stern face, although emotionless, sent a cold chill down Frank’s spin when they finally met eyes. “Drive better, I’m the only reason you’re alive right now.” Mikey turned away without giving Frank a second thought, only making Frank’s alcoholic anger boil. Ray was incoherently yelling still as he smashed down two more zombie dogs that had attempted to bite him.

The golf course began emerging from the horizon like a mirage and Frank began laughing with relief. Gerard looked over at him a couple of times, unsure of how to respond as he noticed Frank was silently weeping as he laughed.

Gerard checked the rearview, Mikey and Ray had taken out a good few dogs, he could only see four left. Each of them were running at different paces, snapping at the wheels and the back bumper. The most muscular one was staying behind the pack, Mikey had been watching that one since the houses. When it wasn't the first to attack, Mikey became suspicious.

“Give me your gun.” Frank held his hand out to Gerard, who was frantically looking back and forth between the road and mirrors.

“What?”

“Give me your shotgun!” Frank pointed at it.

“I can’t,” Gerard grabbed the gun and wiggled, it was seemingly stuck between his seat and the car door.

“You didn’t notice?!”

“We were driving for TWO HOURS!”

“GUYS!!” The sound of a loud popping made Frank and Gerard stop and turn to Mikey. He smashed another dog down, now only three were chasing. Ray was waiting for his moment to hit another. “The golf building is open.”

Gerard and Frank followed Mikey’s point to see a giant gate to an employee’s only parking lot was now totally open, tall brick fences protected the lot and two people stood just inside the gates. They were getting close, “You need to slow down!” Frank shouted, a splattering pop interrupted him and he winced. Only one dog was left.

Gerard let up his foot and let the car cruise to a slower speed, the dog was bounding at them now, snarling disgustingly with saliva and blood splattering everywhere. Ray and Mikey both got onto their knees and readied their aim as the final dog came at them. The two bats greeted one another after a loud splattering pop, aluminum meeting wood, the wood splintered loudly.

The final dogs head was gone and it's body slumped. Gerard and Frank attempted to catch a glimpse of the dog when Ray screeched. The creatures legs continued to run. At first they slowed and nearly stopped, but they quickly started running in place as if it was still going after them. Then the body started to wiggly more and Ray yelled about needing to get moving.

They rolled up to the golf course parking lot, carts and RV’s were littering the space. A large gate that separated the lot from the street closed behind them.

Two women stood together in matching uniforms, guns held defensively towards the truck. The truck slowed and came to a stop right in front of them, the women stood motionless but the gate behind them creaked shut.

Gerard gave them a wide grin and energetic wave. As either girl walked around each side of the truck, they demanded everyone get out, drop their weapons and undress. With very little protest, the group complied. Ray and Mikey left their bats in the trunk and raised their hands as they hopped out, Gerard and Frank flashed the girls their weapons before placing them on their sits.

"Make sure the gun isn't stuck next time..." Frank whispered to Gerard as they were putting their weapons back. Gerard's face went red before they turned their backs to each other.

"No! Not out here!" One of the girls exclaimed, everyone turned to look and saw Ray was taking his shirt off in front of the shorter of the two girls. "Go inside." She hid behind one hand as she pointed forward into the garage with her gun. Ray slid his shirt back down, chuckling before starting forward. Each girl stood behind two of the guys with their guns to their backs.

The girls introduced themselves as Scarlet and Charlotte, both had been employees and working when the virus came through. Their uniforms looked clean enough minus a few bruises and some torn seams. They made the men strip to check for bites, “Our boss turned after he claimed he wasn’t bitten,” Scarlet huffed out as the group got their redressed.

“We knew we couldn’t trust him, we won’t be that dumb again.” Charlotte finished and both girls sneered together at the thought of their now-zombified boss. They kept their guns pointed at the group, but brought them back outside to grab their weapons.

When the girls first introduced themselves, they had to reassure the group they were not related. Although, to the guys, they looked as though they could be twins, they looked exactly the same yet completely different.

Scarlet was nearly a foot and a half shorter than Charlotte, Charlotte’s small but long arms resembled slender man whereas Scarlet's short, round body was closer to the Venus of Willendorf. Scarlet kept her hair long and blonde whereas Charlotte’s was short and very clearly dyed a bright red. Charlotte kept her face bare, Scarlet, although smudged, still had a full face of make-up with lashes still attached.

Charlotte led the group, Scarlet followed behind everyone, through a small lobby area, then a hallway and a few doors. A small grouping of cubicles had been dismembered and recreated into a good sized barracked room. They had two makeshift beds made out of two couches and a handful of loveseats. A mini-fridge still ran in the corner next to a floor fan that wasn’t on, they had dismembered some of the desks in order to cover more of the windows that faced outside much like what the guys had done at their warehouse.

Maybe this group getting bigger is a good thing... Frank's head swam as everyone filed into the room. It felt cramped even with Frank and Ray standing by the door.

Gerard and Mikey each found a hole in the blinds to peer through and saw the perfectly manicured green stretch for miles; they couldn’t see the end. The green also had a handful of zombified people lingering slowly, a couple golf carts were overturned, some with struggling and unmoving zombies stuck under them.

“Oh hey, if you see the fat, old, bald man with the giant “fuck-you” hat, that’s our boss.” Scarlet chuckled, not holding back.

“Yeah, we weren’t really able to kill him…” Charlotte added, quietly.

“Well, how many are out there? There’s six of us now, I’m sure one moaner can’t take six of us.” Gerard wondered out loud innocently.

“Well I can tell there’s more than-” Mikey began speaking when Charlotte and Scarlet busted out laughing.

“Did you just say MOANers?!” Charlotte howled, Scarlet held her stomach.

“I told him it was bad.” Frank interjected, Ray snickered next to him but covered his mouth with his hand.

“God, do most men only ever think with their dick?” Scarlet wiped a tear from her face.

“What do you mean?!” Gerard pulled from the window defensively, Mikey ignored him and continued to search outside.

“It sounds like boner!” Charlotte and Scarlet made each other laugh again.

“I told you.” Frank looked at Gerard who was red in cheeks but not backing down.

“Okay then what would you rather call them? Zombies like every other cliche?! Who even says they qualify as zombies?!” Gerard was throwing his hands around as he spoke.

“That's what they are!” Scarlet, Charlotte, and Frank all said in unison causing Scarlet and Charlotte to start giggling. Frank didn’t take his eyes off Gerard, Gerard lingered on Frank so long he wondered what Gerard was thinking.

"They can't die unless you kill their brain, so," Scarlet began.

"What else do they need in order to "qualify as a zombie"." Scarlet and Charlotte air quoted in unison as Charlotte finished.

Ray leaned close to Frank's ear and whispered, "I know they said they aren't blood related but I'm starting to think they were one brain that was split between two robots." Frank covered his mouth as they giggled together, Gerard was too distracted by the girls to notice.

“Come on, there’s a million names we could use, do we need to use the sexy one?” Scarlet said.

“How is it sexy?!” Gerard defensively crossed his arms.

“Besides it rhyming with boners, it’s literally Moan. Moaners. Moan.” Scarlet mocked a moan as Charlotte explained.

“That. Is. The. Sound. They. Make.” Geoff overemphasized.

“Actually it sounds more like a gurgling, growling screech but-” Scarlet jumped in.

“Guys!” Mikey’s deep voice boomed off the small walls as he pulled away from the window. “Can we move on from this? Who cares what they’re called. They can't die unless we smash their entire bodies, actually, so we need to learn more about this virus before we should even care about what we call them."

“Smash their entire body...?” Scarlet started.

"Everyone, come here," Mikey moved back to looked out the window, eventually, after moving a desk, everyone was able to find a spot to look outside. A handful of people roamed aimlessly, bodies still wriggled under some turned over carts. It took a moment to find again but Mikey directed everyone's attention towards a creature on all fours, missing a head.

The creature was walking around, if it bumped into something, it would just turn towards a new direction and start aimlessly walking again until it hit something else.

"What... is... that..." Scarlet whimpered.

"Has anything had zombie dogs before?" Charlotte sounded panicked.

"A few things have, actually," Mikey told her, "but I've never seen a zombie continue to work after it's head has been decapitated."

"Is that the same-?" Ray trailed off, Mikey responded with a quick 'yup'.

Okay, so, we we all saw that things head explode, but it's still moving... Frank was going over every trope he could think of, "Maybe we need to burn the bodies?"

Gerard groaned. "If we need to burn their bodies, they might as well be braindead vampires."

"But they don't suck our blood." Frank argued.

"No, but they do still eat us." Mikey interjected. "So, we'll need to keep an eye on that." He pulled away finally and everyone copied. "We should become more acquainted if we want to work together." Mikey was so stoic and straight forward, Frank thought sometimes he was a robot, he never saw him even crack a grin.

How do you not cope with humor?

“Weeellll... This is where we sleep! And eat… and hide for most of the day.” Scarlet attempted to help Mikey move the conversation on. The creature was outside, therefore not an issue until they needed to go outside again. Frank and Ray had stepped back towards the door to eliminate the closeness from the window gazing.

“But, we have another whole set of cubicles just a little farther down the hallway, we just haven’t been back there to do much.” Charlotte began walking out, Frank and Ray moved to let her through then followed close behind.

The cubicles down the hall were disheveled and abandoned but there were no bodies and most of the blood that did plague the room was stained into the carpets and dried.

“We don’t have much more for furniture…” Scarlet interrupted from the back of the group, each person slowly moving in.

“But we can definitely probably break into one of those RV’s in the back.” Gerard was always looking for some way to commit a crime in a lawless land, Frank’s stomach twisted with excitement and hope for a real bed to sleep in. He wondered if they’d have to share RV’s, he couldn’t recall how many were in the lot when they pulled up since he was more concerned about the dogs that were chasing them then the guns being pointed at them. He hoped if they did have to share, he’d be able to convince Gerard to be with him.

“Is there a reason you guys haven’t tried that yet?” Ray’s voice snapped Frank out of his daydream that almost went too far. Scarlet and Charlotte exchanged a nervous look and laugh before addressing the question.

“We just weren’t sure if those RV’s were clear of zombies or not so we figured it would be safer in here,” Scarlet began.

“Our boss was helping us, it was the three of us left, that’s how we have these.” The girls held up their weapons before Charlotte continued. “He had a bat, we just aren’t sure where it went… Before he turned, he asked us to…”

“Y’know,” Scarlet put her thumb to her throat before slicing across it. “So we brought him outside, thinking we’d keep the blood outside and not contaminate anything else in here. Right when we were about to do the deed,”

“We realized we totally forgot the gun.” When Charlotte took over again, Frank felt a pulse behind his eye and his whole skull cap THUMPed… THUMPed… “So we had to go back inside,”

“Find the guns,” Scarlet pointed out.

“Find the guns,” Charlotte reiterated dramatically. “Then go back outside,”

“And LITERALLY old yeller the guy. So, we head back outside, right?”

“We round the corner where we left him and BOOM!” The four men each jumped at the same time as Charlotte yelled in their faces.

“He’s totally gone.” Scarlet tightened her lips in disappointment. “So, obviously, we weren’t going to just sit outside and wait to be eaten.”

“HELL no. We came back in, hunkered back down in here and watched outside for a little bit before we saw him drag his ancient feet across the green.” The girls stopped talking, looking satisfied with their story.

"Well." Ray broke the silence that lasted too long. "We can take care of him before we leave,"

"Are you guys thinking about leaving already?" Charlotte interrupted, looking around panicked.

"We don't have to come with you, but we need help getting our boss!" Scarlet pleaded.

"Yeah, we wanna at least fulfill his wish before we lose your help..." Charlotte added.

"We definitely aren't leaving yet," Gerard said. "And we aren't opposed to you guys coming with," Frank noticed Mikey roll his eyes and slump against a wall. "But, we'll definitely need a bigger car, so breaking into those RV's might be our only option..." Gerard pondered out loud while the two girls exclaimed excitedly together.

As soon as the room quieted down, Frank's stomach growled, he keeled over a little with embarrassment but they had not made enough food for him to get more before they left this morning. God dammit... Everyone turned to look at him.

"We'll go to the kitchen next." Scarlet walked out the door before anyone could say anything, and they all followed, twisting through only a couple doors. The kitchen was huge, bigger than the rooms they were sleeping in, and all of the appliances were stainless steel.

Multiple refrigerators and bread racks held buckets worth of food. Some prepped foods sat waiting to be put together, an entire parties worth of premade and wrapped dinners also took up most of one of the refrigerators. "We've basically been living off of these," Scarlet handed one up to Frank, he was the shortest one in the group but Scarlet made him feel tall, she barley made it to his chest with the top of her head.

He pulled the saran wrap off the plate to see a pile of mashed potatoes, a smaller pile of mixed vegetables, and three breaded pork chops laying neatly half off the last one. Scarlet continued to hand out the pre-made dinners to everyone, including Charlotte, who took two, most likely so Scarlet could eat as well. No one denied the food, Scarlet pointed to a set of three microwaves all stacked next to a bread baking oven that they all convened around as they warmed the food.

Over dinner, Gerard and Ray explained everything they knew about the virus to Scarlet and Charlotte much like they had to Frank the first night he was with them. This time Frank added his own story of how he woke up in a hotel room with two of his dead coworkers, Charlotte 'aww'-ed but Frank shut it down saying he barley knew them, he was just afraid he had killed someone. He chuckled at himself but no one else responded how he thought they would, he cleared his throat and got up, putting his plate into a sink that already had a few empty plates it in, left them there as they continued the conversation.

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What the hell is Edgeworld

Basic summary for new peoples, because this whole thing is COMPLETE nonsense out of context.

Edgeworld is an incredibly silly setting that runs on cartoon logic. (Or lack thereof.) It's populated by my own weirdass interpretations of creatures from folklore and mythology.

Most of the stories are set in the city of Nowhere, located on the literal edge of the world. Said edge turns things edgy and makes it so the cartoon peoples can do swears and drugs and violences.

Yes, this whole thing is a terrible, terrible pun.

Mostly it’s an excuse for me to play with tonal dissonance and weird meta nonsense.

It’s collaborative.... ish, in that anyone is free to do whatever they damn please with what I create. Make your own edge-OCs, grab stuff and put it in your own stories, hell, go ahead and steal the characters if you want. Why not.

In exchange, I may steal some of your fan ideas right back and add it to the setting. Fan OCs are pretty much always canon!

Unfortunately, due to me being REALLY bad about tagging stuff, it's kinda hard to read up on this setting and its lore. At the moment, I'd say the best way to catch up is to pick a character and go through their tag. I'll put together a better system at some point, I promise!

A couple of quick character summaries (and their respective tags):

Skut: A gorgon/hoppit hybrid. Huge slacker who mostly hangs around the apartment eating pizza and smoking weed.

Pixie: A tiny little jerkass punk.

Aster: Big dopey minotaur dude. Moved in from the outside world and isn't really used to the big scary R-rated city.

The elf bros: A trio of elf brothers. They're dicks.

Urus: Gay zombie minotaur biker. He's a sweet old man but looks kinda scary due to missing half his face.

Shrimp: Urus's boyfriend. Flirty little doofus imp who speaks like Gurgi and hates clothes.

Margaret: A dragon mob boss. Lopped off her brother's head in an arguement and now runs the entire cartoon mafia on her own.

Sugarbeans: Hewwo!

Katelynn Blanche: Margaret's minotaur bodyguard. Scares the shit out of everyone and may or may not eat people.

Leopold Mesquite: An alcoholic rubberhose mosquito who works as a hitman for Margaret. Ridiculously edgy and everyone’s favorite tumblr sexyman.

Shuck: Therewoof who likes to fight people, clown around, and occassionally chases cars for funsies. Also punches people until they give her their money.

I'd say that's about it! For other stuff, you can check out the species list, or I’ve included links to a couple of lore posts below!

The edge & the edgelands

The city of Nowhere

Cartoon logic

Breaking the fourth wall

How is babby made??

#rattytalks #edgeworld #ocs #skut #pixie #aster #elf bros #urus #shrimp the imp #margaret #sugarbeans #blanche #leopold #shuck

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no okay. the reason i said that was not necessarily because i thought kirin’s actor was gay, i am bad at articulating my points when it’s 4am. ok so i was talking about how kirin sometimes will just randomly do something like, really. idk how to say this i just have to use this emoji 💅🏻 you get it. and it reads like he’s just one of those jocks that thinks it’s funny to play at being gay? you know those jocks. they’ll be doing your english class project when you had to perform a scene from macbeth and two of them will play macbeth and lady macbeth and they’ll like tenderly cup each other’s faces and laugh. you know these guys. so kirin seems like that. but he also seems like the kind of guy who is aware of homophobia and wouldn’t actually want to make fun of gay people (we could debate this for the flashback stuff i guess but ultimately in the present he’s not homophobic). so i’m saying like. why then does he do that 💅🏻 stuff. and was that written in the scripts or did the actor do that. and then do we think that just means the actor is homophobic? because it’s either that or kirin acts like that because he’s gay and doesn’t know how to express it. yes i’m doing the most pointless character analysis ever rn but it haunts me that he said mesquite like that what the hell was that for. he knows that’s homophobic and he knows ivan is right there always ready to call him out. so there’s either gotta be some creative interpretation on the actor’s part that goes unacknowledged by ivan because it’s not written. or kirin is a little gay and repressed and ivan knows. or i’m being a tinhat weirdo about it. either way this actor has something going on internally that i couldn’t unpack if i tried

#going full j*hnlock conspiracist about the blonde man from the feminist lord of the flies show.#beth.txt #the wilds liveblog

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cksmart-world · 3 years

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The completely unnecessary news analysis

by Christopher Smart

February 23, 2021

UTAH LEGISLATORS: OUTLAW TRANSEXUAL RIOTERS

Enough it too much. It's one thing for trans girls to cheat at soccer but when they start rioting and burning police cars they've gone too far. We have to put teeth into our laws to bring safety to cops and soccer moms. Hanging should not be ruled out — that'll make 'em think twice before cheating at volleyball. A bill that just passed out of legislative committee would outlaw burning police cars and would keep housewives in Cottonwood Heights from marching in neighborhoods dressed as Mardi Gras Indians. “Enough's enough,” said state Sen. David Hinkinbottom, who sponsored the legislation, known as the “Rioters Suck” bill. “We saw what happened in Washington, D.C.,” he said of the violent storming of the U.S. Capitol by Trump supporters. A companion bill sponsored by Democrats to outlaw Trump supporters died in committee. Many of the “Rioters Suck” advocates are members of the pro-gun group United Citizens Alarm who promised to never allow Utah to become Portland. A second companion bill to outlaw Portland was sent to interim committee for study.A spokeswoman for the ACLU objected to the “draconian” legislation, declaring that trans soccer players are not a threat to democracy. Nonetheless, the bill is expected to pass.

THE GREEN NEW DEAL DONE FROZE TEXAS

We warned you about them windmills. They done blew all that cold air down from Canada and now look — everything is froze. That's what Texas Gov. Gregg Abott said. It got so cold that Ted Cruz had to go to Cancun. This here so-called emergency is not from de-regulation those leftist whine about. See, down here in Texas we know how to run a free-for-all-market economy without a bunch of regulatory stuff — and that keeps the coal and gas industry happy, and that keeps our Republican lawmakers happy. We're happy and free in Texas. You see, it's people like that AOC woman — who lives in communist New York — who want to destroy freedom and jobs by saving the environment. If they had their way this place would be nothing but windmills and solar energy doohickeys. What would happen on a cloudy day with no wind — it's just like Trump said, you couldn't watch TV. Of course nobody's watching Duck Dynasty now anyhow and the pipes have all bust and there's ice on the TV set. But it's like former Gov. Rick Perry said in a call from the Ritz-Carlton in Cancun: Texans will happily freeze to death to keep the federal government from telling us what the hell to do. (Dozens of frozen dead Texans couldn't be reached for comment.)

DANCING ON THE GRAVE OF RUSH LIMBAUGH

OK, you've had your fun, now stop dancing on the grave of Rush Limbaugh. According to the LDS Church-owned Deseret News, such glee is not good for the soul. “The death of a human, including Mr. Limbaugh, doesn’t give them a free pass from accountability,” the editorial posited. “It would, however, do wonders for us to recognize our own sins of contempt, avoid dancing on the grave of the dead and cease to spew such angry vile toward anyone.” And speaking of spewing angry vile, Limbaugh did just that every day to 15 million Americans aimed at minorities, women, gays and liberals. He gave rise to Sean Hannity, Laura Ingraham and other broadcast haters, which eventually led to the rise of Donald Trump. Here's a taste of what Rush said: "Feminism was established so as to allow unattractive women access to the mainstream of society." "When a gay person turns his back on you, it is anything but an insult; it's an invitation." "The objective (of the migrant caravan) is to dilute and eventually eliminate or erase what is known as the distinct or unique American culture … ." “There's no major sickness component associated with secondhand smoke.” Ironically, Limbaugh died of lung cancer. Darn.

Post script — Everything's coming up roses. Trump is at Mar-A-Lago, Rush is six feet under and folks are getting vaccinated. We've hit the trifecta. Great, now all we have to do is defeat Climate Change and brace for “Spermagadon.”(We are not making this up, folks.) From 1973 to 2011, the sperm count of average men in Western countries had fallen 59 percent, according to experts. Epidemiologist Shanna H. Swan's new book, “Count Down” is subtitled, “How our modern world is threatening sperm counts, altering male and female development and threatening the future of the human race.” Finally, the solution to homelessness. If you were putting off the purchase of a new Porsche or a weekend in Mesquite, this may be the excuse you've been looking for because we may soon be joining the Neanderthals in the fossil record. “Honey, you'll never guess what. I just got a great deal on a Maserati and you're just going to love the color.” Of course for men it's a double-edged sword (no pun intended). Their genealogical line could die off, but on the bright side there's reduced risk of getting the secretary pregnant. As for women, unwanted pregnancy could become a thing of the past. It could really screw up the Right-to-Life industry. Tip: Dump your stock now.

OK, Wilson, we should celebrate our good fortune. And the guys in the band are looking pretty happy. What can you drum up to send us on our merry way:

Groovin' on a Sunday afternoon Really couldn't get away too soon I can't imagine anything that's better The world is ours whenever we're together There ain't a place I'd like to be... Just groovin' on a Sunday afternoon Really couldn't get away too soon No, no, no, no We'll keep on spending sunny days this way We're gonna talk and laugh our time away I feel it coming closer day by day Life would be ecstasy, you and me endlessly Groovin' on a Sunday afternoon Really couldn't get away too soon No, no, no, no Groovin', uh huh... Groovin'

(Groovin' — The Young Rascals)

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prideparadenet · 3 years

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Teen Gay-Straight Alliance At Mesquite Library In Mesquite NV

First Thursday - 4:45PM to 5:45PM PST

Join LGBTQIA+ teens and allies who are having fun, being supportive, learning about local resources, and striving to make our community stronger. This is a place where you can be yourself. Ages 12-18.

http://www.prideparade.net/events/view/united-states/mesquite-nv/mesquite-library/teen-gay-straight-alliance-at-mesquite-library-in-mesquite-nv-1

www.PrideParade.net

#PrideParadenet #LGBTQ #LGBTQEvents #LGBTQMesquite #LGBTQNevada

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bug-grrrl · 7 years

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I am wearing flannel and smell like wood smoke.

#I feel so gay? it's great #I had a firepit going as the sun rose and now I smell like mesquite smoke

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jmsa1287 · 6 years

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'Drag Race' Star Alyssa Edwards Goes Solo in Netflix's 'Dancing Queen'

hi i wrote about Alyssa Edwards’ new Netflix series “Dancing Queen,” which starts tomorrow.

How do you solve a problem like a "RuPaul's Drag Queen" alum?

The mega-popular reality show, which just picked up its first Emmy for Outstanding Reality Series last month, has launched several successful careers for the drag queens who appeared on the show over the last 10 seasons. It's no secret that many of the queens have gone on to make a pretty penny from touring, club appearances and other projects — heck, even Shangela and Willam are set to appear in "A Star is Born" with Lady Gaga and Bradley Cooper.

Outside of returning for "RuPaul's Drag Race: All Star" editions, however, most queens have not had much of a presence in the zeitgeist. Many have popular songs and brilliantly produced music videos that spread among the "Drag Race" community. Some host hilarious podcast. Bianca Del Rio has starred in two (low-budget) feature films and Trixie Mattel and Katya Zamolodchikova have a very niche talk show on the hip network Viceland called "The Trixie & Katya Show." But fan favorite Alyssa Edwards may be the first "Drag Race" star to parlay her fame and talent into a new, widely watched endeavor.

"Dancing Queen," a reality/docuseries coming to Netflix Friday, follows Alyssa — or the man who plays Alyssa, Justin Dwayne Lee Johnson — as he runs and trains young kids and teens at his studio in Mesquite, Texas. The show also finds Johnson dealing with his students' difficult and sometimes overbearing mothers as he balances his personal life, which includes dating and buying his first home, and prepping the kids for dance competitions.

"Dancing Queen," however, could stand to be less dancing and feature more queen. Over the first two episodes provided for review, the show is at its weakest when it focuses on Jonson's Beyond Belief dance studio and when the show tries to create narratives on which youngster will make the cut for a team Johnson is assembling to compete in dance competitions around the country. (Although it is hilarious to see Johnson sitting in a regal throne as he watches the girls dance for him.) It's hard to care about the trajectory of these students' dancing careers when you're tuning in for Alyssa Edwards.

"Dancing Queen" is at its best when it puts the spotlight on Johnson. Though he appears mostly out of drag (don't worry, Alyssa does pop up now and again and also shows up in confessions, providing commentary as another side of Johnson's personality), Johnson is as just a captivating character as himself. "Dancing Queen" finds its most compelling heartbeat when it follows his personal life; when we get to see him simply hanging out with friends or coworkers, dating, or buying his first home. The show also spends some time with Johnson has he gets to perform as Alyssa, sort of recalling the "Untucked" after show that complements "Drag Race."

Johnson is a natural in front of the camera; a total star, commanding your attention. Of course, she's charismatic in drag — but Alyssa doesn't pop up on "Dancing Queen" much as you may have anticipated. Still, Johnson himself is equally interesting. Though much of the first episode focuses on the dance studio, introducing the characters and friends in Johnson's life as well as the girls Johnson is training. Things get more personal in episode two, when he takes his friend and personal assistant down memory lane. He shows her his childhood home where he lived with his parents — both of whom are dead — which triggers some compelling and raw memories about growing up as a gay boy in conservative Texas.

"Dancing Queen" is one part "Dance Moms" (yeesh) and one part "My Life on the D-List." When it's the latter, the show is great as Johnson allows himself to be venerable and emotional. Other times, however, the show feels forced and scripted. But what reality show isn't?

Netflix has done a lot to take over the world — err, the TV landscape. They've launched countless dramas and comedies, put a thumbprint on the stand up comedy special and is now planting a flag on unscripted reality TV. Their "Queer Eye" reboot just earned a bunch of Emmy wins and became a huge culture sensation. With Johnson/Alyssa's star power and natural charisma, and the streaming service's knowhow to position certain series, it would not be surprising if "Dancing Queen" and its lead became another big success. Okurrr?!

#dancing queen #alyssa edwards #rupaul's drag race #drag race #drag #tv #netflix #dancing #Justin Dwayne Lee Johnson #lgbt #lgbtq #gay

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hashtagbeyondbelief · 6 years

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Ladies and gentlemen and distinguished panel of judges, good day!

My name is Alyssa Edwards! And THIS... is my introduction. Ladies and gentlemen and everyone in between and on the side and by grocery store at the corner, the time has come for you to get all up in this gig, bitch, and come say hello to the original, the sickening, the marvellous dancing diva of Mesquite, Texas! I was a LOVELY 5th alternate on the drag race, honey, and that’s perfectly fine! There’s only one crown and wanting it and working for it is just as important as having it! oh miss thing, i just wrote impotent instead, can you believe it!? Bitch, I’m so fucking hil-a-rious, y’all can’t take me!

When I’m not all up in this drag, living my LIFE, being gorgeous, I’m just good old Gay Mr. Justin, up there, down there, inspiring the children of Mesquite, at the Beyond Belief Dance Company, and that is the truth to the T, mama!

if you’re looking for me, my gh is hashtagebeyondbelief, but don’t you dare send me your peniseses, okay? I am a GOOD christian gal, and I ain’t ‘bout all that tomfoolery up in here, alright?

Always and Forever.

#tts;intro

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questionthebox · 3 years

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So I’m throwing a bbq 🍖 right now, I’m using

Mesquite wood, and I had to run to Smart & Final to buy a fire starter,

And I have on my living room television ESPN

A few weeks back, I went back in forth on

Buying either YouTube Tv or Hulu with live tv

I already have Hulu with Spotify and ESPN Plus through my College,

Anyway so I bought YouTube tv

Primarily for the NBA playoffs,

Ok anyway so I have it on ESPN right now

And my god are their sports talk shows

Generic, as fuck,

They’ve nailed down that

Neo Liberal Aesthetic of faux progressivism

With that faux politeness and faux diversity

By having women, an Asian guy, some gays etc

And it’s so fucking bland,

Then I see that show “Jalen & Jacoby”

And my god I had to change the channel to

Channel 7 and watch General Hospital lol

Of which I’ve watched since I was a little boy

With my mom,

Fun fact about myself

The last time I got into super shape

I’d exercise while watching

General Hospital

I think I may start that again,

Because I have my morning exercise

Then my afternoon exercise and

This show comes on at 2pm which is perfect.

#poets on tumblr #writers on tumblr #diary #personal diary #my musings #my thoughts

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wanderingtycho · 6 years

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An excerpt of Tycho rambling about Wolfenstein II

Okay so for the past couple weeks, I’ve been playing through all of the new generation Wolfenstein games from Bethesda and Machine Games, having platinumed both Old Blood and New Order. I’m currently one trophy away from platinuming New Colossus(take a wild guess as to what trophy it is), and I was discussing some of the games themes with two friends of mine over Telegram.

This isn’t going to be me doing a proper review or evaluation of the game, this is just a sampling from that conversation, keep in mind one of my friends chose to omit their contributions so the context is a little skewed.

Hope you enjoy my inflammatory ramblings, I’m half tempted to muster a proper critique of New Colossus because I’ve been spending so much time with it, but I’m really lazy so here’s my off the cuff ranting.

Me: New Colossus is fucking nuts man. I’ve made it halfway through the game thinking “I wonder how BJ is gonna get the outfit he’s wearing on the cover?” and then they answered that question in the most what the fuck manner possible.

My Friend(who shall be referred to as “E”): I heard it was nuts. The one clip I saw was so nuts that I decided to not buy the game lol Eh, maybe I'm just being a picky asshole again lol.

Me: It's worth picking up, I love any game that takes the risk of mixing disturbing subject material with absurdist comical elements. Having played both back to back, I can say there was a definite retooling and redesigning of a lot of stuff between New Order and New Colossus, and I think NC is the superior game overall as a result.

Me: is that an unpopular one? I knew some douchebags were butthurt about the marketing campaigns, but I dont think anyones gonna throw a fit over me saying its better than New Order.

Me: I mean, I'm not saying I dont fancy the position of unpopularity, it seems to me a lot of negative attention towards New Colossus is from people who're either A. racist scumbags in their own right who dont appreciate a video game portraying people who share their ideologies(Nazi's, the Klan)as the bad/incompetent guys. Or B. standard run of the mill privileged white male gamers who just dont get the humoristic overtones and satire that the narrative is presenting.

Me: The ignorance part is true, but I'm of the opinion that ignorance is held and espoused by that particular subset, hence why the biggest "criticism" of the game I've seen goes along the lines of accusing the story and narrative of being "SJW, liberal pandering power fantasies" because the main cast consists of Jewish characters, many black character who're also members of the Black Revolutionary Front(1960's civil rights group), neurodivergent characters, gay characters basically all the groups of people the Nazi's tried to exterminate. The main character, however, William Joseph Blazkowicz, is a stereotypical all American square jawed Aryan white male soldier that comprises a vast majority of video game protagonists because again, game companies are encouraged to appeal to that repeating demographic(hence why Booker DeWitt is on the cover of Bioshock Infinite, and Elizabeth is not). And William’s features and status as that stereotype are brought up frequently over the course of both games, its a plot point, when this white westerner warrior is forced to confront the reality that before the Nazi's took over in this fictional world, minority groups were already being oppressed by the American government and people, not just the Germans.(In the words of J, "Before Hitler, before the Germans, YOU were the Nazi's.") and the second revelation: while the war was going on, there were plenty of Americans back home saying they should just let Germany win and take over the world, that America and Germany should fight together to ensure the white mans superiority, hence why when America surrendered to the Nazi's their transition of power went so smoothly(For real life historical context, 50,000 American Nazi's gathered in Madison Square Garden in New York to express their support for Hitler and the Third Reich in 1940, so American Neo-Nazi's isnt an outlandish concept.) These shocking realizations are shocking to William and most likely to the white members of the audience base, who have been told their entire lives that all Americans are and were totally opposed to Nazism, because America is always the hero and never to the antagonist. While William grapples with this internal and external conflict, the brainless saps who lob accusations of pandering and SJW agendas get pissed, because their natural knee jerk defensive reaction whenever these subjects are brought up is to shout it down and decry it as attempts to exploit "white guilt". So yes, Wolfenstein is a power fantasy game, but it includes themes and ideas that spoil the already existing fantasies of pasty, privileged white gamers who've grown used to getting exactly the message they want out of their consumed media, and throw a hissy fit whenever elements they dont approve of are included in a mainstream product.

Me: Exactly, BJ is a great character because he's a stereotype, but the creators are self aware enough to understand that he's a stereotype and that lets them invert a lot of things to make him interesting and engaging rather than a milquetoast slab of boring white bread. Also as an aside, this really tripped me out because at one point BJ goes back to his childhood home in Mesquite Texas, which is where I grew up to.

Me: Also, didnt include this in my massive paragraph, but I wanted to mention how at the beginning of the game William is wheelchair bound because he was blown up by a grenade at the end of New Order. You get a suit of powered armor that lets you walk again, but your health is halved and they make it a point to say that his legs wont work again and he is now impotent. So again, you have this character who's an embodiment of white American masculinity not only physically disabled, but his dick doesnt work. Two themes that likely interfere with the power fantasy the aforementioned pissed off douches were trying to have, rather than appreciating the game as a parody of power fantasies, again people missing the entire point.

E: Also, I watched a clip of the game and it was stupid ridiculous and over the top that it just shattered my suspension of disbelief for the game.

Like how do the nazis take over if they're so incompetent that 20 of them and their 2 war machines can be murdered by one pregnant woman?

And how does the rebellion still talking like they're taking risks when the one dude they send out comes back with a billion nazi scalps?

But like I said, stingy asshole. Maybe I'll pick it up when it goes on sale for cheap.

Plus I could also be just mad at Bethesda.

But then again I did really like Prey.

Also, I heard the game was short.

Like shorter then New Order.

Me: Like I said, I think it's worth buying, and I got it cheap at 30 bucks. As for the realism factor, it's an Id game, gritty STALKER esque accuracy and believability isn't what I expect from them. Short? Not that I've experienced, it's structured and progresses differently but I'd say both games are of comparable length and content.

#wolfenstein II #Wolfenstein the new colossus #tycho rants #telegram talk #anonymous friends who shall remain anonymous

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