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rose-tea-and-strawberries · 1 year

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Yuu with the Disney Princes

I always talk about how Yuu is considered an honorary Disney Princess and how they invite her to their princess get-togethers since she’s one of them but I just love the dynamic Yuu has with the princes (mainly because right now I have a Disney prince brainrot, where I’m constantly remembering how much I love them) where all of them are her very loving, protective, chaotic older brother figures.

Their entire relationship is just:

Yuu: *gets a paper cut*

Princes: HASN’T SHE BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH?!?!

Also that Modern Family scene where Lily gets locked in the car and Mitch is calmly trying to figure out how to help her whilst Cam is ready to break her out by slamming a metal bin onto the window whilst screaming. Yeah, 50% are the calm, gentle mentor-like older brothers who will always be there to guide Yuu and the rest are the chaotic brothers who see a possible threat near Yuu and it’s act first think second.

Eugene, Aladdin and Naveen are planning a heist with Naveen as the getaway driver and Aladdin and Naveen breaking into a heavily guarded place just for the fun of it. Like, they would literally just break into a museum just to steal the guard’s pen or something. They’re chaotic like that. They remind Yuu of Ace and Deuce and so she’s helping them. Not with the actual thievery but with the strategies like how Ned is Peter Parker’s ‘guy in the chair’

Yuu: But won’t you get in trouble?

Aladdin: Trouble? Ha! You’re only in trouble if you get caught.

Eugene: Exactly! *fingerguns*

Naveen: *Already in the driver’s seat* Guys, can we go soon? I want to get milkshakes on the way back.

They have literally broken into a zoo and park just to cheer her up

Phillip (the first man I ever fancied), Eric, Charming/Henry and Hercules teach her sword fighting. Like, yeah, they know that Mulan and Merida are overseeing her self-defense training but there’s no harm in some extra teachers. Princes Phillip and Charming have been sparing partners and best friends for years so they work wonderfully together. Of course, one simple sword fighting lesson ends up as a fight to the death with the princes and Yuu rallying around and cheering for a victor.

Speaking of fighting, sometimes Aladdin and Hercules reignite their rivalry from Hercules and the Arabian Nights (even though they are literally best friends) and start smack talking each other (half of the time it’s because of the Kalimyuu vs Idiayuu ship war). The other princes are watching with rapt interest and Yuu doesn’t know if she should break them up or join them.

Yuu loves hearing about all of their adventures - especially when they get all grand and epic with their narrations.

The Aladdin series was my favourite Disney animated movie tv show so I’d imagine that after his adventures, he’d bring back a trophy to show Yuu. Yuu very much dislikes Mozenrath and Abysmal. She and Abu are cool. Abu is protective of her the same way Aladdin is and he’s more than happy to prank anyone that wrongs her. She covers for him when she knows he’s off causing trouble and always has a snack on hand to give him.

RACES! Horseback/reindeerback/carpet/chariot/pegasus/foot races happen all the time and Yuu referees.

Hercules insists that Yuu rides on Pegasus

This always leads to an argument with Aladdin on whether or not magic carpets or flying horses/chariots are better. And no, this has nothing to do with the fact that Kalim owns a magic carpet and the Shroud brothers have a chariot

Hercules and Shang try to get Yuu more interested in training/working out. Whether or not she’ll join them is up to you.

There’s always going to be chaos when the princes meet up and the only ones keeping to themselves in the corner is Beast/Adam with a book and Simba who’s just sitting there and judging everyone.

As a bookworm myself, I would totally start a book club with Disney characters like Belle and Rapunzel (and maybe Ratigan) and Adam is definitely a member of said book club.

Simba and Yuu are cute. He can tell that she’s a genuinely nice person and his protective instincts flare when she’s around. He’s definitely a teasing, cheeky sort of older brother who likes to harmlessly poke fun but he’s one of the first to act if Yuu’s in any danger. He definitely melts whenever Yuu and Kiara play together. (He also loves watching Yuu interact with Cheka. It warms him)

By the way, Zazu and Cogsworth are in the background just sitting next to each other in silent solidarity. They get each other.

I’ve read headcanons that they all like to play DnD together and I love that and would expand more but I have no idea how DnD works so I’m just going to put it here.

This bullet point is going to be a bit of a rant/vent so feel free to skip it. I see a lot of Prince Florian hate/slander and whilst I understand it (he has no personality, he’s only in the movie for like five minutes and he kisses a sleeping girl) I can never get on that band wagon. I can go on about how I feel about him and how I think the hatred towards him is unfair but this is a wholesome post about Yuu bonding with Disney characters so I’ll keep it as short and sweet as possible.

I don’t think Florian is supposed to be a character. I feel like he’s less of a person and more of a symbol of Snow White’s freedom and happily ever after. Like Cinderella’s Prince Charming, he literally only exists to give Snow White a happy ending after living as a maid under her stepmother who literally tried to kill her. Snow wishes for her true love to find her and say nice things to her and he just appears and serenades her. She wants a happily ever after with a with quote ‘the one I (she) love(s)’ unquote and she gets it. See, this isn’t a logical movie, it’s an emotional one. You aren’t supposed to think, you’re supposed to feel. There’s no deep message and no one goes through a character arc (except for maybe Grumpy). Every single scene is just supposed bring about an emotion: fear when you enter the forest, anticipation when the dwarves find out about the queen, sadness at Snow White’s funeral, happiness when she wakes up, etc. You aren’t supposed to question anything, you just take the fairytale at face value. And at face value, Snow White’s romance with Florian is very poetic with the flowers and the doves and it just screams young, innocent love

Yeah, they could’ve fleshed him out or given him a backstory but Snow White wasn’t just Disney’s first animated movie but also the world’s first feature length coloured animated film. Walt Disney knew that it was a huge risk to make it and the film industry weren’t just skeptical, they thought that he was going to fail. The company had to make do with what they had and they were on the brink of bankruptcy - Walt himself had some serious financial trouble during the film’s production. There were scenes that they wanted to add (like a scene where Snow White teaches the dwarves how to drink soup or the dwarves wanting to make her a more comfortable bed) but had to cut down. He was also really hard to animate so other scenes they wanted to make with him (like where the queen traps him in his dungeon and Snow’s animal friends rescue him so that he can save her) weren’t actually possible. That’s why Phillip is much more of an action hero compared to Florian - the animators had gotten better at animating heroic male characters.

Also, it’s kind of implied that like Cinderella, since she was treated like a servant and dressed in rags, she never would have been able to see the outside world. Queen Grimhilde orders a huntsman to kill her and rip out her heart after watching one guy fall in love with her (and yeah, the mirror also said that she was fairer but her anger visibly flares at watching Florian and Snow’s exchange she already felt threatened by Snow which is why she wears ugly clothes and does the cleaning), there’s no way she would’ve allowed her outside the castle where more people could see her beauty.

Yeah, no one should kiss an unconscious person without their consent but it’s literally not Florian’s fault that the actual source material of Snow White has true love’s kiss as the way to wake Snow up. To take away ‘true love’s kiss’ is like taking away the huntsman or the apple - the story just won’t be the same. And sure, Disney has a habit of changing stories *coughs*TheLittleMermaid*coughs*BeautyandtheBeast*coughs*TheFrogPrince* to make them more family friendly/entertaining (because what little girl in the 1950s would want to see Lady Tremaine mutilate her daughters by chopping their toes/heels off?) but Walt loved Snow White and since this was his first feature length film so why change a simple, well-known, harmless classic? I mean Disney was already changing the original story by getting rid of the Queen’s other two murder attempts before the apple (I don’t really know why but I think it was to make her seem less stupid). And now I’ve realised I’ve written too much so I’m going to stop now.

(Also where did this whole age gap thing come from? I don’t know where the rumours about Florian being in his thirties come from but the official book ‘The Art of Walt Disney’ states that the animators intended for him to be 18. And I don’t know for sure if Snow is actually officially 14 but interviews have said that she’s a teenager so 13/14 would be the youngest possible age she could possibly be)

tldr: I’m tired of seeing Prince Florian hate/slander. Snow White is my favourite Disney Princess so I’m giving her a happily ever after with a very loving husband because she deserves it. Disney may not have given him a personality but I will

So Prince Florian is a hopeless romantic, much like his wife. Think love letters and poetry and horseback rides and bouquets of flowers. He likes singing so I peg him as a musician that enjoys writing love songs for Snow. He carries around a little dagger so I’m going to assume he’s into crafts like whittling.

Eric teaches Yuu everything he knows about sailing.

Max, Abu, Sven, Samson, Pegasus and all of the other animal companions like to hang around with Yuu. Yuu loves to shower them in affection that they are more than happy to soak in.

No one tell Prince Phillip but Yuu sneaks Samson extra carrots even after Phillip forbade them

Kuzco doesn’t usually go to the Prince meet ups since he prefers to hang out with the princesses but he does appear if he hears Yuu is coming.

All he does is sit there and look pretty but he’s an icon and we are here for that.

Prank wars. Prank wars all the time. Yuu is never a target since she’s always neutral and no amount of bribes will cause her to pick a side. She will cover for anyone who asks (she’s not very good at covering though)

They do treat her like a young child at times though but she knows they all mean well.

Every hour, they take a break from what they’re doing to spend at least two hours sitting in a circle, bragging about how awesome their wives are and how much they love them. Not that they don’t spend every single second of the day praising their wives. It’s just that they are addicted to ‘I love my wife juice’ so they make sure to take a juice break. To stay healthy.

That’s all I got for now

#house of mouse au #twst yuu #twisted wonderland #twst #fem yuu

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acey-wacey · 2 years

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Loving Their Cooking

Feat. Trey Clover, Ruggie Bucchi, Jade Leech, Floyd Leech, Jamil Viper

Requested by @thelazyhermits on Ko-fi. Thanks for supporting me! You literally mean the world to me!

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♣️ Trey Clover ♣️

He's very shocked when you off-handedly mention his baking being your favorite food.

He brushes it off as joking around and asks you what your favorite confection of his is.

He is even more shocked when you reply with...

"I don't really have a specific favorite, but eating your food makes me feel all warm and happy."

He always invites you to help him bake whenever you're available.

If you do have a favorite confection, he makes excuses to make it more often.

He just loves to see your face light up when you take a bite.

And of course, you do the little food dancey dance.

He thinks it's so cute that you do a little wiggle whenever he gives you good.

He has a recording of it on his phone so he can look at it any time you're apart.

He can empathize with you having to be independent and making your own food all the time so whenever he can, he tries to take some weight off your shoulders.

Grim isn't complaining since it means free food from the Heartslabyul vice dorm leader.

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🍩 Ruggie Bucchi 🍩

He asked you as a joke if his food was your favorite.

He never expected you would actually say yes.

Of course his first reaction is to tease you about it.

"Aw, you just love it because I made it because you're so in love with me, right, Y/N?"

You keep flustering him by agreeing with his taunts.

He will never leave you alone about it.

He flaunts the fact that you love his cooking and makes sun of you but he really revels in the attention you give him.

He tries to hide it, though you already know how much of a simp he is.

With Ruggie, everything comes with a price, so much so, you would think he should've been put in Octavinelle.

If he cooks something for you, you have to cook something for him in return.

You alternate between who makes dinner every other day only breaking the pattern on birthday and other such special occasions.

No one should be slaving away in the kitchen on their birthday.

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🍄 Jade Leech 🍄

He honestly didn't even think he was that good of a cook until you pointed it out.

Cooking was usually just work, another chore for the Mostro Lounge but you made it special.

When you tell him eating his food feels like home, it starts to be more personal.

He loves to cook together with you, introducing you to all the different mushroom dishes he can make with his recent forages.

Once you show interest in his mushrooms, you won't get him to stop talking about the different varieties, their properties, where they grow, how to find them.

He often will invite you on his foraging excursions, so much so that you are considered an honorary member of the Mountain Lovers Club.

When you say his cooking makes you happy, he will try to make it into something sly or sneaky but he's really very proud of his own work and how much it means to you.

Just imagine dancing around in the kitchen with Jade while making chanterelle risotto T-T.

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🦐 Floyd Leech 🦐

He also didn't think he was that good at cooking.

It's always so boring, just another phase he had once.

Plus Jade's endless mushroom recipes ruin the whole concept for him.

But one under-staffed day when he was forced to work the kitchens, you tried his pesto pasta and immediately lit up.

You went on and on about how his cooking was so perfect and made you so happy.

Talk about some good motivation.

He gets really into cooking, just to impress you, though he knows he's already doing that.

Normally, he would've gotten bored of doing the same thing by now but you keep introducing him to new recipes and fun ways to do boring things.

You manage to make everything interesting, even if he never considered it before.

Every day with you is an adventure, even if you're doing something simple like making Mac and Cheese.

You always make up a new twist at the end to surprise him. A different spice combination or a dash of sriracha.

Adds to the spice of life.

He loves when you cook for him too, doting on him like a child, but he also likes seeing the giddy look in your eyes as you take another bite of his food.

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🐍 Jamil Viper 🐍

Get the he// out of his kitchen.

Well, he isn't as stingy with you but he's still very particular about the way things need to be done.

The process got a little more exclusive after Grim butchered one of his stir-fries.

He often cooks with you in the kitchen, but he doesn't usually want you to actually do anything.

It's part because he doesn't want you to feel obligated to help and part because he doesn't want you messing anything up.

Of course he trusts your cooking skills but he's so used to being skeptical since Kalim got poisoned.

You tell him his cooking is your favorite with bright eyes and a big grin.

He doesn't know how to respond at all.

He'll mutter an awkward "thank you" before attempting to process the oddly intimate feeling of the simple statement.

People don't usually appreciate his cooking. He's just a servant after all and it's expected for him to be good at cooking.

But you come along and start praising him like it doesn't mean anything, not knowing how touched he is.

Now he won't let you help with anything in the kitchen, not because he doesn't trust you, but because he wants to impress you with his skills.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst #disneytw #trey clover #trey clover x reader #ruggie bucchi #ruggie bucchi x reader #jade leech #jade leech x reader #floyd leech #floyd leech x reader #jamil viper #jamil viper x reader #nyx's kofi requests

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lovely--lover · 2 years

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Honorary Hellfire Hottie

Where you are dating Eddie and he makes you an honorary member so he can spend more time with you and shut the other members up 🙄

🤘Hellfire Club is Eddies pride and joy!! He spends his free time writing campaigns, painting mini figures, and preparing for the Friday night meeting.

🤘Dating Eddie would mean you help him prepare if you want to spend more time with him. Even though D&D isn't your thing you love watching Eddie talk about it passionately and he loves sharing it with you.

🤘You’re favorite part about the Hellfire Club (besides Eddie)? Is the shirt!! You are always ‘borrowing’ Eddie’s. So he makes an exception for you to have a Hellfire Club shirt even though you are not a member.

🤘While enjoying lunch Dustin slams his tray next to yours “You finally decided to join the Hellfire Club?!” everyone else at the table rolled their eyes. “No I just like the shirt!!” There was a collective groan as Dustin yelled out “Group meeting!”

🤘All of the members huddle together and start complaining “Why do they get a shirt?” “They're not in the club!” “They have to earn the shirt like everyone else.” ”Who’s gonna confront Eddie?”

🤘Meanwhile Eddie is standing behind them listening to every word “Who said someone has to be in the club to have a shirt?” everyone stopped and turned to look at him. but it was Dustin who spoke up “You did!!”

🤘Eddie doesn't want to look like a hypocrite to the other members. So he creates a special position just for you. The Dungeon Masters second-hand!! (aka personal assistant)

🤘There will be a large decorated chair sitting at the head of the D&D table right beside Eddies.

🤘Throughout the campaign you will hold dice, move minis, and whisper jokes into Eddied ear assuming him to roar with laughter.

🤘During the middle of the campaign he will whisper in your ear “Should I kill Gareth’s character right now?” “I didn't write it in..but what if a goblin horde attacked everyone right now?”

🤘As Eddie releases the goblin horde onto the party he will hold out his dice “Alright baby blow my dice” he’ll give you a wink “For good luck!”

🤘All the members slowly wait for your arrival each session because you bring snacks and drinks!! They will hold off the session and wait until you arrive to begin the game.

🤘Making all the members blush because they're not used to being around someone so pretty. And why cant they roll the dice properly?!

🤘Eddie simultaneously loves and hates how much all the members have come to adore you. Happy that everyone else fell under your spell but jealous that your attention is taken away from him.

🤘He gets so jealous that he goes back to his rule “Only playing members are allowed to have a shirt and be at meeting” although no one will know if you only wear it late at night alone with Eddie in his bed 😏

Masterlist

#eddie munson #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #stranger things 4 #stranger things imagine #stranger things #stranger things x reader #joe quinn #joe quinn x reader #joe quinn imagine #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn imagine

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stephensmithuk · 6 months

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The Illustrious Client

First published in the US in 1924 and the UK in 1925, the latter as a two-parter, this forms part of Case-book.

The first part in The Strand ends with Watson seeing the newspaper headline about the attack on Holmes.

Northumberland Avenue is a street running from Trafalgar Square to the Thames Embankment. It includes a pub called The Sherlock Holmes.

The Carlton Club was founded by the Conservative Party and was long its defacto headquarters. Originally on Carlton Terrace, it moved to Pall Mall in 1835, with the building rebuilt in 1856. A direct hit by a German bomb in 1940 destroyed the building and the Club moved to 69 St James's Street, former home of Arthur's Club. Women were not allowed to be associate members until the 1970s and not full members until 2008, with Margaret Thatcher getting honorary membership when she become Tory leader in 1975. She later become club president in 2009, although by his point she had dementia and died in 2013.

The general consensus is that the "Illustrious Client" is no less than Edward VII himself, who Holmes may have previously gotten the Beryl Coronet back for.

Prague was then under Austrian rule.

The Splügen Pass, used for travel since Roman times, connects Switzerland and Italy and with its great height, hairpins and spectacular views, is considered one of the greatest driving challenges on the planet, having featured in Top Gear. The San Bernandino tunnel has taken most of the non-tourist traffic and it is now closed in winter for safety reasons.

Kingston upon Thames, known as Kingston for short, is a town located 10 miles SW of Charing Cross. Until 1965, it was in Surrey before becoming part of Greater London and part of the Royal Borough of Kingston upon Thames. Surrey County Council were based there until 2021, when their offices moved to Reigate.

The Hurlingham Club in Fulham is where horse polo's rules were established - it even hosted Olympic polo in the 1908 London Games, but the fields were compulsorily purchased by the local council after the Second World War for housing. It was also home to pigeon shooting and was home of world croquet, still holding major events in the latter. Edward VII was a keen patron of the site.

Charlie Peace was an English burglar and double murderer, executed in 1879. He ended up featuring in Madame Tussaud's Chamber of Horrors, which was oddly enough replaced between 2016 and 2022 with an immersive Sherlock Holmes Experience... which at £66.50 a ticket was a bit too expensive.

HMP Parkhurst, a Category B prison located on the Isle of Wight, merged in 2009 with HMP Albany to form HMP Isle of Wight, although each part retains its own name. Notable inmates include the Kray Twins, Peter Sutcliffe, Ian Brady and currently Serbian war criminal Radovan Karadžić.

Hypnotism was rather in vogue by this time.

Apaches were the name given to various criminal gangs in Paris; named after the Native American tribe. There are various suggestions as to how that came about.

Montmartre, in the 18th arrondissement of Paris, was widely known for its artistic community during this time, with many a famous name living there due to the low rents. It's still there and development is restricted due to the historic character. Pigalle, Paris's red-light district, is next door.

Kitty Winter would feature as a character in Elementary, played by Ophelia Lovibond. Gruner turns up as well.

"Tinker’s curse" is Kitty saying, in the language of the time, that she does not give an [expletive deleted].

Ruritania is a fictional country first featured in the 1894 Anthony Hope novel The Prisoner of Zenda. It has become a byword for quaint small European countries in Central and Eastern Europe.

China was still an Empire in 1902, nominally ruled by the Guangxu Emperor, aka Zaitan, but an 1898 coup resulted in his loss of any real power; he was even in house arrest for a while. He died in 1908, probably poisoned by arsenic. His nephew, Puyi, would be the last Chinese Emperor and is beyond the scope of this article.

I cannot discuss Chinese pottery in any depth and so will not attempt to.

Some husbands might have questioned the gallantry of King Edward VII, who had a box for his mistresses at his coronation.

Armorial bearings are the "shield" part of a coat of arms. The British royal one traditionally depicted a bare-breasted woman as part of the harp on the bottom left, but this is no longer standard practice.

Edward VII, while having no actual political power, was able to exercise quite a bit of influence behind the scenes, especially in foreign and defence policy.

All criminal prosecutions are brought in the name of the monarch, rendered "R" (Rex or Regina) in text and "the Crown" when spoken). i.e. R vs. Winter. In addition, judicial reviews (i.e. is this government decision legal) are also brought in the name of the monarch, with the name of the actual plaintiff in brackets since a 2001 change to the format, e.g. R (Smith) vs. Secretary of State for the Home Department. It is common for initials to be used in those brackets to protect the identity of a plaintiff, such as the recent decision on flying migrants to Rwanda.

#letters from watson #sherlock holmes #the illustrious client #illu #acd canon #factoids #history #Edward VII

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justavulcan · 5 months

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Backgrounds With Class: Rakdos Cultist

I'll be honest: Ravnica has always fascinated me. I was a high schooler when the first set came out, and I was immediately consumed creating characters for the setting. Now that we've actually received my long-awaited crossover, I thought it would be nice to write a love letter to the setting in the form of another Backgrounds with Class series. After all: some guilds have natural class choices tied in, from a conceptual standpoint. Boros and Fighter, Izzet and Wizard, Selesnya and Druid. But guilds aren’t class-restricted, and so I wonder what it would look like if you paired every class with every guild background, even the ones that seem at odds, like Izzet and Barbarian, or Gruul and Artificer. So I thought about it, and this is what I came up with. Some character concepts for each class, and each Guildmaster's Guide to Ravnica background for each class.

Rakdos Cultist

The Rakdos Cultist Artificer is what you get when you cross a bartender with a stage pyrotechnician. Not much of a talker, he’s pursued the mixture of dangerous liquids ever since his pa brought him to bring-your-child-to-work day with him in the Izzet lab he worked. The fizz and spark of the fluids, the pop and bang of the explosives, and the screeches of dismay and inspiration sat heavy in his mind ever since, and he’s chased that high all the way from the top of a magister’s tower to the underground club where he makes sure the stage lights cast the best illumination and the pyro’s always on point.

The Rakdos Cultist Barbarian has been a fan of the circus his whole life. From when his Orzhov parents first stood enthralled on the street by the carnival’s call to when his sister walked the razor-tightrope to her own end, he has always felt a burning for life and the fleeting performance that no cold coin can cool. Now, roustabout in his free time and blade-juggler on stage, he chases his dream- to throw himself body and soul into the cult’s every move, be it stunts on stage, drinks in a dive, or a riot set to ruin neighborhoods.

The Rakdos Cultist Bard has skipped out on his parents’ legacy of kill-suiting in favor of better blades over more blades. Born for the limelight like many of the cult of Rakdos, his small stature is as much a surprise to audiences as his opponents, as is the killer-slapstick routine he’s working on. This routine, “The Bumbling Swordsman,” is an acrobatic marvel, integrating his natural athleticism and skill with the blade to make sure his co-performers meet various hilarious “accidental” ends throughout the performance and has, so far, even killed a member of the audience from sheer hilarity.

The Rakdos Cultist Cleric is walking proof that not every member of the Cult of Rakdos belongs on stage. Painfully clumsy and gifted with a total lack of a sense of humor, he instead leverages his massive frame to roustabout for his troop. Between shows, he studies tactics, convinced that Rakdos mobs shouldn’t limit themselves only to frenzied orgies of violence. This unusual focus on warfare has started getting him some attention at parties- after all, every party needs a planner to blow it up.

The Rakdos Cultist Druid has an uncanny connection with the various beasts that make themselves at home in Rakdos clubs, fight-pits, and pitfight-clubs. Capable of speaking to and guiding the many rats loyal to Rakdos himself in performance and defense of their buried territories, his ‘pets’ have earned him the honorary title of ratcatcher. That this half-ogre is a runt for his kind and has a bad back to boot matters little when a chittering carpet of filthy fur and teeth can back him up in combat.

The Rakdos Cultist Fighter never could pick between fire-breathing or axe throwing. When his troop’s leader asked him drunkenly “why choose?,” the path became clear. Now, he breathes fire without oil and blocks the other thrower’s axes with magic, the better to put death-defying stunts in his shows. Part-time enforcer, part-time performer, and part-time miner, he’s operated on minimal sleep for years, claiming the sleep-dep hallucinations and irritability only sharpen his edge and heighten his performance.

The Rakdos Cultist Monk, like many in the Cult of Rakdos, is not one to miss a party. Unlike most, though, his legendary constitution makes sobriety a daunting wall to climb- and not for lack of trying. Despite a constitution given by his demonic grandfather, he can blackout with the best of them, and his appetite for new and stranger drinks and other intoxicants is insatiable. And when the call goes out for entertainment, he’s always third to heed the call, bobbing, ducking, weaving, and knifing with the best bar brawlers in the Cult.

The Rakdos Cultist Paladin wasn’t always the proud middle-finger marauder he is today. Once he was a Boros Legionnaire, training to serve as angelic honor guard. Then everything changed when he was sent to Precinct Four for a month of border watch. In that month, he saw Gruul raiders rip through disciplined troops like a ball through pins, izzet wierds level buildings, and his fellow legionnaires ignore noncombatants in danger. It got to be that his nights unwinding at the local Rakdos clubs were the only thing that made sense, and when the rest of his squad pulled out, he stayed behind, forsaking his rank in favor of the mad hedonism of the club floor.

The Rakdos Cultist Ranger has a deceptively difficult job: taking care of the beasts for the cult’s performances. Not so easy when the beasts include horses with nightmare sires, just-barely-not-hellhounds, and rats the size of cats with the temper of wolverines. Still, she’s quick with a beastmaster’s blade and whip, and has an eye for training beasts to perform alongside her, so she might go far yet. In the meantime, she also finds herself playing crowd control when the audience tries to escape to upstage the other cultists.

The Rakdos Cultist Rogue walks the path of the blade bravo, full of tall tales and braggadocio too grand to believe- almost. In truth he is a talented swordsman, and an ambitious performer- his boasts are the show, and with a packed bar to play off of, he can claim greater and greater impossibilities- that he fought the sun, that Tin Street’s named after his family, that Isperia of the Azorious Senate is a casual ‘playmate’ of his. Of course, making such boasts in mixed company has brought him trouble before, but that’s what a quick blade and a quicker step are for.

The Rakdos Cultist Sorcerer doesn’t really know where he came from or why. Born in the Undercity and manifesting unusually scaly skin for a human, he aways assumed he was the runoff from a Simic experiment. He spent a lot of his youth running with freaks and geeks from the Rakdos’s mining operations between his own stints in the mines. It wasn’t until he was nearly an adult before the scale color came in and he realized he wasn’t a failed krasis or guardian project subject, but that he somehow ended up with high-octane dragon blood and the sorcery that came with it.

The Rakdos Cultist Warlock has always felt the thunder in her soul, like so many of her herd; unlike the rest, she is content to surround herself with drums and chase the pulse of the crowd. After lancing three of her roustabouts in a grim comedy routine Rakdos himself chuckled at, she swore to make the ringmaster laugh- and he pulled a lance from his own flesh to hand to her, mark of her promise. Now she’s a rider after his own humor, aiming to plant her charge where it can hit the hardest- a striker fit to bust a gut.

The Rakdos Cultist Wizard puts a lot of effort into only burning the right things for his performances. A fire-juggler by trade and a student of Evocation magic by fancy, he specializes in acts of pyrotechnic grace and complexity on the stage. Currently he’s thrown his lot in with a handful of like-minded souls, and they lowkey compete to see who causes the most property damage at their venues. To the winner go the nightly spoils- a new brand and a drink. He’s got four brands already, but there’s always room for one more.

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Any headcanons for the next gen?

Finally can answer! Sorry this took so long lmao. These are just a bunch of random headcanons

Reblogging for the update that Alice is now Hope's sister.

Roland

He loves baked goods, especially when they’re baked by Regina, and has a strange love of Mountain Dew, which grosses everyone out

He got his first tattoo, the exact same lion tattoo that Robin had, in the exact same place, when he was twelve, thanks to Little John, and Regina almost fainted when she found out.

He inherits his father’s arrows, rings, and wardrobe, while his sister gets his bow. Before he died, Robin made Roland his very own bow, and that is the one he uses

His biggest secret is that he doesn't want to lead the Merry Men, like his father before him; he wants to be a baker

Surprisingly squeamish. Doesn’t do well with blood or guts

90% of his Storybrooke wardrobe is flannels

He likes camping, hiking, and just generally being outside

Is a pretty good singer, and knows how to play the acoustic guitar

His favorite season is autumn

His favorite color is red

Alex

They have survived solely on food from Granny’s Diner and coffee since they graduated high school

They actually work at Granny’s Diner, pretty much doing Ruby’s job after she moved to Oz.

In several instances, they had managed to convince many small children that the pink streaks in their hair are 100% natural

Can wield a dagger pretty well, but is a self-proclaimed “runner” and not a fighter

Most of the graffiti around Storybrooke can be attributed to them

Though they’d rather die than admit it, they really like doing so-called “feminine” hobbies like knitting, sewing, and crocheting. They are very proficient at all three

Got a tongue piercing at 12:01 am, the very day that they turned eighteen

They play the bass, and dream of starting a garage band

Their favorite season is summer

Their favorite color is pink

Leo

Really likes spicy foods. Or foods he can dump gallons of hot sauce on. He pretends to be a tea drinker, but really can’t stand the stuff

Secretly loves country music, but knows that his friends would crucify him if they found out

His least favorite subject in school is English, because he feels like he gets interpretations of stories “wrong” somehow. Math is easier because it’s “straightforward”

He’s a guard on the school football team

Somehow, he’s also senior class president and has a 3.89 GPA

Since in this AU, Regina turned down the offer to be queen in favor of Snow, Leo is next in line for the throne (Emma opted out)

Can’t do archery for shit, but is great at fencing

He likes to babysit his brother and other neighborhood kids

His favorite season is spring

His favorite color is indigo

He’s one of those people who only eats plain noodles with butter, and only drinks water if it’s ice-cold or flavored. Very picky.

He has dyspraxia, which is a disorder similar to dyslexia. It affects his movement and coordination functions (my little brother has this) so he is very prone to stumbling, dropping things, and just general clumsiness.

He’s a night owl. He tends to stay awake until three hours before he has to get up (“Three hours is enough sleep, right?”) which results in a lot of coffee consumption

He’s a member of the school drama club, and has performed in many plays and musicals

He’s really into urban area gardening, where he grows plants and food in tiny boxes around his house

His honorary aunt is Mulan, and she was the one who taught him sword fighting, archery, and helped him figure out that he’s gay

He likes to live in the moment, and do spontaneous things. He’d rather regret doing something than not doing something.

He has Alex sneak him into clubs sometimes, just to do something rebellious for kicks

His favorite season is spring

His favorite color is purple

Robyn

Thanks to Regina’s influence, she loves apple flavored food

She got her glasses in her freshman year of high school. Before that, she just…moved closer to the board to see what was going on (I know in canon she only has her glasses when she’s cursed, but I like the idea of Robyn, the archer, needing glasses full-time, so here we are.)

She inherits Robin’s bow, and carries it around with her like a favorite teddy bear (when Robin comes back to life he teaches her how to make her own bow)

She longs to escape Storybrooke and travel the different realms, like Henry

She loves the outdoors like Roland, but not quite as much.

Her magic is chaotic and wild, like her personality

She’s on the school soccer team, and kicks everyone’s ass

The only jewelry she ever wears is a ring her mother got for her

Her favorite season is summer

Her favorite color is green

Gideon

Has a weakness for seafood, and regularly drinks tea

He’s a math nerd, and is on the school’s mathlete team

Unsurprisingly, he loves to read. Fiction or nonfiction, he doesn’t care. He’ll read five books a day if Belle lets him.

He also likes video games, but is very bad at them

He’s on the autism spectrum

He likes keeping journals, and keeps several personal journals, study journals, and doodle journals

Since his magic is inherently dark, he doesn’t like to use it much. If he does need to use magic, it can trigger memories from his time as the Black Fairy’s puppet to come back in the form of nightmares

He wants to be a therapist when he grows up, and maybe publish a book or two

His favorite season is winter

His favorite color is orange

Alice

She loves to eat things with marmalade, and even just marmalade straight from the jar. And she’s british…so tea is life

She has a mental illness (canon never gave her a proper diagnosis), and takes prescribed medication that helps her symptoms. When she has "bad days," Robyn, Hope, and their parents know how to help her.

She loves the idea of dying or putting streaks in her hair, but she’s slightly worried she’ll regret it later on, so hasn’t tried it yet

She still loves to paint, doodle, draw, and basically anything artsy.

She loves to play chess with her father, and other, more modern board games with her friends. Her favorites are Candy Land, Battleship, and Monopoly.

She rarely uses her light magic, and only to protect people. Emma trains with her regularly

She will stay awake into the wee hours to go stargazing, and loves astronomy, star mapping, and even the zodiac signs (she’s a proud Aries)

Even though she’s never officially sailed a ship, she knows the inner workings of how to do it so well, she might as well be a sailor

Her favorite season is summer

Her favorite color is teal

Hope

Her favorite food is literally just cheese

She is on the autism spectrum

She has a special interest in swords, which results in a large sword collection, and a bunch of useless sword facts

She also has a special interest in dancing, which results in her now knowing a few books worth of dances, both modern and classical

She’s on the school dance squad (see above)

She likes to go sailing with Killian and Alice

Her favorite piece of jewelry is the swan necklace her parents gave her

Going to the beach calms her down, and she listens to ocean noises to fall asleep

Her favorite season is summer

Her favorite color is navy blue

#ouat next generation #ouat next gen #hope swan jones #gideon gold #robyn hood #robin mills #neal nolan #prince philip ii #alexandra boyd #roland hood #leo nolan #prince phillip ii #alice jones #tilly ouat #alice swan jones

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Concept: Final Girls and Boys making Slashers lives Hell post-movie/franchise.

Sally teaches herself how to make chilly- really, really good chilly. Like, she butchers her own meat and grows her own herbs and such. She continues to follow Drayton around the country and beat him in ever damn chilly competition.

Laurie buys Smithsgrove (Yes, just straight up purchases the establishment) and decides the only food that is to be served to Michael is peas. All the other inmates get healthy, hearty meals every day but Michael just gets a big bowl of peas for breakfast, lunch and dinner. He also is to be stared at 24 seven- see how he likes it. He does not enjoy it.

Nancy becomes a dream demon post-Dream Warriors. 50 years later Jessie, Alice, Maggie and Lori follow suit (what a coinkidink). They summon up Mary Helena and Loretta too, and start an almost-all-woman 'Ruin All of Freddy's Plans' Club, where they literally do nothing together except assemble whenever he inevidably returns somehow to put him back where he belongs- in hell. (Side note- Jason is an honorary club member, and Pam advises occasionally)

(Assuming that the conspiracy theorists are correct and Stu survived) Sydney realises perfectly well that her story is getting away from her, that people are adding things to it and making it ridiculous because they weren't there, and decides that if you can't beat 'em, join 'em. She says publicly that Billy Loomis' penis was tiny, and Stu Macher is into wierd porn ("And I mean, its not like I've spoken to him recently but... do people really stop being a furry? And as for the feet stuff... I'd rather not comment."). She also sends Stu the occasional furry dildo or foot cream themed gift basket.

And during the time that Andy had Chucky's head in the wall... he made sure Chucky watched PLENTY of telletubbies. To the point that Chucky knows the show intimately; He knows all the telletubbies names, he has quotes up the wazzoo, he can even tell you what happened in specific episodes- and he loathes the fact. (It does give Andy a chuckle every now and then, though XD ).

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jokenotfunny · 2 years

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𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖆 𝖛𝖎𝖗𝖌𝖎𝖓

stranger things x jennifer’s body!au

eddie munson x reader, cirice (oc x reader)

future warnings: cursing, sexual references, mentiom of a possible mommy kink 🫤, drugging, alcohol, blood and gore , murder (like in this chapter 😭), graphic depictions of murder, unnerving reader - future , manipulation , complete change in behavior for reader, nancy from the craft except here her name is cirice, reader wears glasses for the time being, the girls from the craft, let me know if i forgot any!

word count: 5.1k

chapter 2, chapter 3

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hawkins high school | november 18, 1985 | 12:07 p.m.

the loud chatter of the cafeteria fills your ears before you even walk in. as you and robin were chatting about god knows what, dustin spotted the two of you and waved.

you two waved back, before turning to each other and finishing your conversation with each other, getting ready to go to your respective tables. “alright rob, you’ll be in chem today, right?”

“yeah, thanks for letting me borrow your homework again, i’ll slip it into your bag when we get there.” she said, walking towards her table.

as you turned to do the same however, where you could previously see the hellfire table, you were now met with the sight of nancy’s wide eyes right in front of you as if she had just spawned there.

“oh! hey nancy. you scared me. again.” you slightly jumped back, mumbling that last part.

“hey! sorry, i know we talked about that, but i just wanted to ask you something real quick!” she smiled warmly, which meant she wanted you to do something

it’s not that nancy was ever anything but kind to you any other time, in fact you two were pretty good friends considering what you’d been through together the past few years. it’s just that whenever she was too nice, as if you were an aquaintance that she didn’t know too well, it usually meant that she wanted you to do something for her.

“if this is about newspaper club, i already told fred that i’m not covering the beekeeping club again after last month’s disaster-“ you started to ramble.

her eyebrows furrowed confusedly at the mention of bees. “no, no. you’re still on for taking pictures of the football team this month,- which, thank you for that by the way- it’s just that i actually had something else for you this week.” she said excitedly.

“oh. what is it?” you asked suspiciously

“there’s this up and coming band coming to hawkins this weekend? called the uh- “hex girls”- do you know them?- and they’re going to be at the hideout on friday, and i was wondering if you could go over and get some pictures of them performing ? maybe a short interview about them coming to hawkins?” she asked clasping her hands together.

“yeah i know of them, their music’s pretty good but,nance, i’m not even in the journalism club.” you raised your eyebrows.

you really weren’t though. you were in the photography club, and had been since freshman year. you and jonathan had been the club’s best photographers but once he left it was mostly you. occasionally someone from the club would be sent on little side tasks with a member of the journalism club to go take pictures while they conducted interviews. so the clubs were basically joint.

“and why would i have to do the interview? someone from journalism can’t come with me?” you asked confusedly. still trying to hide your shock at one of your favorite bands being in hawkins.

“i mean you’re pretty much an honorary member.” she tried, as you deadpanned at her. “okay, fine. everyone’s really busy with their articles and interviews for all the winter sports teams and the clubs, and nobody has time to really go check it out. and then i remembered, ‘hey, my dear and greatest friend, y/n, is a great photographer and she’s great with people and-‘“

“okay, i’ll go if you stop sucking up.” you cut her off. “what do i ask them though?” you asked, adjusting your glasses.

“great! you’re the best. just ask them what brought them to a town like hawkins, how’s it feel to be on the road to stardom, things like that okay.” she said, thanking you once again, and heading back to the club room.

“alrighty then! great chat nance.” you muttered to yourself, finally walking to the hellfire club table.

“hey guys.” you said, greeting them, as you took your seat next to gareth.

as they all greeted you, mike spoke up.

“what did nancy want?”

“oh, she just told me that i’m covering the interview and pictures for this band coming to hawkins this week. which by the way eddie, you’re coming with me.” you explained, before emphasizing eddie’s name, getting his attention from where he was throwing food back and forth with jeff.

“huh? what did i do?” he said, glaring at jeff as a pretzel smacked him in the face.

“you’re coming with me to the hex girls gig on friday!” you beamed.

“says who??” he raised his eyebrows.

“me. because i’m not going alone, you’re my best friend, and did i mention i’m not going alone?” you kept the wide smile on your face.

“try asking robin or steve?” dustin inquired.

“nah they have to work that night. and their music freaks her out. steve too, so-“ the conversation then divided between eddie, jeff, and gareth, talking about some comic that had just come out, and you , dustin , lucas , and mike talking about the multitude of things that freak robin out.

hawkins high school | friday november 22, 1985 | 2:05 p.m.

you placed the last of your books into your locker, grabbed eddie’s jacket, getting ready to go, before slamming it, and meeting his eyes as he previously stood behind the door.

“so, are you sure you’re excited for tonight?” you asked him, handing it to him, (because he doesn’t like going all the way to his own locker, so he leaves some of his stuff in yours.) as you two began walking to the doors and out towards the parking lot. because, you were able to get him to say yes, it took a lot of convincing, but in the end you usually got what you wanted from him, and vice versa.

“i guess, what’s the name again?”

“the hex girls”

“wait a second- isn’t that the group where you were practically creaming over the lead singer?” he asked smugly.

“yes! cirice is so hot it isn’t even funny.” you asked holding you print folders to your chest, gushing about her.

eddie had remembered you practically screaming in the sam goody at starcourt over the summer, when you saw their newest vinyl “the craft” sitting pretty on one of the shelves. the album was pretty good from what he remembered of it, so he wasn’t dreading going.

“well make sure you wear something cute, maybe she’ll even take you in as her own personal groupie.” he joked, nudging your shoulder. eddie was unsurprisingly, super supportive about your bisexuality, (which would be pretty hypocritical of him anyways, given the amount of men he’s made out with at the hideout) his first question being ‘would you fuck a girl version of me though? her name’d be edwina!’

“geez, i don’t know eddie, what if she doesn’t even speak to me! i mean i’m already nervous enough. what if they don’t let me take pictures? what if they turn me away? nancy’ll be pissed, and i promise you eddie, i’ve seen some scary shit but an angry nancy wheeler is not something i want to deal with!” you rambled as you both neared your car that was parked right next to his van, taking his words seriously.

“woah, okay. chill out y/n/n. i was just kidding, they won’t turn you away, they’ll let you do that interview, and then you and cirice will have an amazing night of passionate love-making after the show and everyone will live happily ever after!” he joked, eyes sparkling mischievously, as he pushed your glasses up your nose.

you deadpanned at him as you turned to put your things into your car as he continued talking.

“i mean, come on! what rockstar wouldn’t want to bang you? i certainly did, and i think it’s safe for me to say that it was the best sex i’d ever had!” he exclaimed obnoxiously, biting his lip, leaning on your car.

“you’re exaggerating, eddie. and it was the only sex you’d ever had. still is, weirdo!” you exclaimed, voice muffled as you dug around in your car, organizing your things.

“oh, come on! there was no exaggeration in the way i was like-“ he stopped, before looking around, deciding to put on a show.

“oh, fuck y/n! r-right there baby! yes! oh my gosh i’m gonna cum! fuck-yeah, like that! harder! more momm-” he was fake grinding and moaning onto the driver’s side of his van, making it shake exaggeratedly, before he burst into hysterics, when he heard the loud thump of your head, slamming into the roof of your car, before you came out with a stunned look on your face, quickly trying to shush him.

“eddie, what the hell! shut up, do you want someone to hear your ass!” you exclaimed, throwing a hand over his mouth.

“and you did not call me mommy!” you laughed, rolled your eyes.

“i almost did! and, details! whatever! you take your cute ass home and find something to wear, while i go home and continue working on next week’s campaign until it’s time for me to come get you.” he exclaimed, yelping as you slapped his ass, as he got into his van.

“yeah, whatever! see you later ed.” you called back, before he drove off.

hawkins, indiana | eddie’s van -> the hideout | 8:50 p.m.

eddie had picked you up about 15 minutes ago, you both now on your way to the hideout. eddie thought it’d be a good idea to “pregame” and listen to some music on the way there, to calm your nerves, but you were to indulged in going over the questions you would ask.

“so what brings you to a town like hawkins? how does it feel to be- no! ugh that sounds so stupid.” you muttered to yourself.

“alright we’ll be there in like 30 seconds, so can you stop worrying? you’re stressing me out and i don’t even plan on talking to them.” he chuckled. “hey, why don’t you tell me their names again, huh?”

“okay so there’s cirice, the lead singer. alice is the drummer, cora’s the lead guitarist, and scarlett is their pianist.” you explained listing them off.

“see how that worked? we’re here and you aren’t panicking anymore! now come on ms. reporter in training! it’s time to go meet the love of your life.” he joked, as you both got out of the van and towards the entrance.

once inside it was more packed in there than you two had ever seen it. it shocked you both honestly.

“i’ve never seen it so packed in here!” you exclaimed to him over the loud chatter

“i guess your girls are pretty popular! even in a hick town like hawkins!” he replied as you two passed the bar to find a table close enough to the stage.

you two were so immersed in conversation, that you didn’t even notice the three girls eyeing you as you passed.

“what about her?” alice asked.

“who? the one with the glasses? she’s cute.” scarlett cooed.

“scarlett it doesn’t matter if she’s fuckin’ cute it matters if she’s a- well you know.” cirice hissed at her.

“geez sorry! and she’s with that dude with the hair, anyways.”

“so?”

“so. they’re probably dating.” she said as they all looked back at the two of you.

you and eddie had finally found an empty booth, and sat across from each other. eddie was just minding his business, looking around until he heard you gasp loudly, and started kicking him under the table.

“wha- ow! what is it?!”

“i just made direct, eye contact with cirice!” you gasped, staring at him with wide eyes.

“really, where is she?”

“by the bar- but don’t make it obvious!” you hissed, looking at him.

“yeah, yeah. blue eyes, black hair right?” he asked remembering that poster from your room, when you nodded

he nonchalantly started to scan the area, until his eyes found a pair of blue ones coming right towards the pair of you.

“umm she’s actually-“

a new voice made you both freeze. “hi, i hope you don’t mind, but i noticed that camera around your neck! my name is cirice, are you here for the local newspaper?

shock. that’s what you felt right now. as well as eddie. you were brought out of it however by eddie now kicking you in the shin, looking at you pointedly.

“m-my name’s y/n! wait that’s not what you asked me was it..- i mean i’m not for the hawkins post, just my little highschool newspaper, and i was wondering if i could get some pictures of you guys performing? and to maybe get a small interview from you guys?” you rambled shooting out of the booth, to stand in front of cirice.

eddie watched in amusement, eyes bouncing back and forth between the two of you as you conversed. he finally tuned back in however when you froze when she took your hands in hers and started talking again.

“well we’re about to start now, but i’ll come talk to you after about that interview ‘kay? and you can take as many pictures as you want, sweetheart.” she said winking, squeezing your hands before walking towards the stage.

“oh my gosh, someone call an ambulance she’s going into cardiac arrest!” eddie joked standing in her place, as he waved his hands past your frozen face.

“she held my hands, she called me sweetheart! eddie what does that mean, tell me?!” grabbing his arm and shaking him back and forth frantically.

“i don’t- i don’t know y/n! jesus, what are ya’ shaking me around for?!” he said annoyed, pushing you off.

as the show started and went on, you were like sonic, going to different parts of the bar, getting individual shots of each of them doing their thing, group shots, and the crowds reaction. at some points going back to where eddie was sat, trying to get him to sing along to the songs, before getting back to work.

towards the end of their last song you snapped a few more pictures before going to sit back down next to eddie in the booth.

“you’re the worst, you know that?” he mumbled as you took his drink and downed half of it.

“hey, running around like that isn’t easy! i’ve gotta get the good angles, you know.” sighing as you slumped against him.

“whatever, that cora girl’s guitar is cool as fuck!” he exclaimed pointing at the lead guitarist playing the last few chords to end the song.

you two continued talking as people started to clear out of the building for the night, while some others sat around trying to get one last drink from the bar, you and eddie now sitting at it as well.

“your girl is making her way back to us..” he sing-songed trying not to make it obvious.

“do i look okay?”

“you look the exact same way that you did, the first time she came around.” he chuckled, taking a long sip of his drink.

“have i ever told you that you’re no help?” you said blankly, pulling out your compact mirror.

“only about 9 or 10 times a week. sometimes a day if i’m lucky.” he said fixing your glasses which he always did, usually following behind it with a - ‘why are your glasses alway crooked, girl?’ or ‘are your glasses ever straight?’

“5 o’clock” he whispered to you, making you both turn around to greet her again. but with slight surprise on your faces when you saw the other three members of the hex girls standing there as well.

“hi! again! did you change your mind? about the interview i mean. because it’s really okay if you did, i wouldn’t want to waste your guys’ time.” you started to get into a ramble, making eddie sigh and put his hands in his face at your over-thinking.

“n-no, i actually do want to do it still! it’s just that i wanted to ask you something first?” she stammered out quickly making the girls behind her snicker to themselves at her.

however a pointed glare at them made them and eddie all turn to each other with wide eyes and start a conversation, giving you two privacy.

“well i was actually telling them about the interview, and they all agreed. but we’re having a cute little after party and wanted to invite you! so i was actually wondering if it’d be okay if we did it there?“ she rambled on, which threw you for a loop honestly. she seemed so confident earlier when you had spoke.

“y-yeah! that’d be great! eddie and i have never been to an after-party before! it sounds like a lot of fun!” you exclaimed, looking over to eddie who was talking animatedly with cora, maybe about her guitar, you figured.

in your few seconds of looking away from her though, you completely missed the way her smile dropped, and the almost.. angry? look on her face.

“e-eddie? he can’t come!” she snapped suddenly! making your head quickly snap back over to her, at her sudden change in tone. however her facial expression didn’t match what she’d said at all.

“i’m sorry?” you said confusedly, wondering if you had imagined it.

“oh i mean, it’s just that our after parties are usually just a girls only type of thing… if you know what i mean.” she said slowly.

“oh!” oh. there’s no way she meant what you’d thought she meant, right? no. right?

“why? is he your boyfriend or something?” cirice asked blankly, looking over at him briefly.

“oh no, no. eddie’s my bestfriend! i had to practically beg him to come tonight, actually!” you chuckled, making her smile again.

“so you’ll come?” she said sweetly.

“let me just go talk to him real quick? i just want to make sure he’s alright with it.” you said starting to back towards him.

“of course, we’ll be in the parking lot.” she said with a warm smile, though it seemed a little strained.

as you neared eddie and cora, who seemed to have long finished their conversation, and were just standing around at this point, eddie’s eyes lit up at the sight of you before saying something to her and she walked away.

“hey, cirice just-“

“invited you to a super exclusive, girls only after-party right? yeah i know.” he smirked.

“are you sure? i can ask again if you can come.” in all honesty you had felt a little nervous to be around them alone, and another feeling lingered but you couldn’t pinpoint what it was.

“y/n/n, y/n/n..” he tsked in disappointment. “this is a once in a lifetime opportunity.” he started, throwing his arm around you, guiding you to the parking lot.

“you’re like, practically in love with this girl, and you may never forgive yourself if you don’t go. so here’s what we do.” he brought you towards his van, shrugging off his leather jacket and throwing it to you.

“now give me yours.” he demanded, leaning against it.

“why..?” you asked, shrugging your own jacket off nonetheless, and handing it to him.

“so then you’ll feel like i’m there with you, i guess! make you less nervous or something.” he looked at you before sighing.

“great! now!” he exclaimed dramatically, clearing his throat before leaning in close and saying- “ask me the question!”

“…how do i look?” you mumbled, staring at him with your eyebrows raised.

“absolutely amazing. as always.” he said seriously, with his hands on your shoulders. “anybody would be lucky to get any type of chance with you.”

“aw, you’re being such a sap, eddie!” you joked. “but thank you.”

“yeah, yeah. whatever! now get out of here, cirice looks like she’s about 10 seconds away from stabbing me in the heart with one of those dagger earrings.” he shuddered, turning you around and pushing you towards the girls.

“have fun! just call me when you’re ready to go home, alright?” he yelled from his van, beeping twice before peeling out of the parking lot.

he watched from his side-view mirror as your body got smaller, you still waving at him, the further the distance put between you two, a weird feeling in his stomach, but quickly brushing it off as he turned his music up, and started obnoxiously singing along to the metallica song playing.

hawkins, indiana | the hex girl’s van | 10:38 p.m.

you sat in the back of the van with cora and scarlett conversing with them as alice drove to wherever the after party was, with cirice in the passenger seat barking directions at her.

“you guys are really into the whole occult thing huh?” you chuckled, picking up a book with the word “witches” written in bold letters and red font with a just as red hexagram underneath it on the cover.

“mhm, i guess you can say that.” cora agreed, making scarlett laugh in agreement.

“so…” scarlett started, her and cora trying to throw popcorn into each other’s mouths, and finally succeeding before alice made a sharp turn, causing cora to cough hysterically.

“you and that guy. he your boyfriend?” she asked with a chuckle, as you roughly clapped cora on the back, trying to help her.

“oh, eddie! nope! he’s my best friend!” you beamed, patting cora’s back softly now as she thanked you meekly before harshly kicking the back of alice’s seat.

“must you drive like a psycho?! i could’a died just now!”

“well, tell cirice to quit yellin’ at me! she’s putting a lot of pressure on me right now, okay! it’s dark-“

as the two of them continued to yell back and forth, with cirice now yelling over the both of them to shut up, but to no avail.

scarlett recorded them with the video camera you’d brought along, as you both laughed at their antics. she suddenly turned it onto you, getting real close to your face before mimicking a nescaster voice saying-

“now. the question of the night is…..ahem, drumroll please if you will?” she stopped midway to ask you. you quietly ‘ohing’ before patting your hands on your thighs rhythmically, as she got back to it.

“ah, yes! as i was saying, the question of the night is….“ she started back in the newscaster voice before, asking in her normal voice, “are you a virgin?”

you laughed loudly expecting that to have been a joke, before realizing, that you were the only one laughing, in fact, you were the only one making any type of noise, because once you stopped, you could practically hear a pin drop in the small van. the only sounds being the sounds of their instrument cases moving back and forth with every slight bump. it felt as though they had all been waiting for an answer.

“oh.. you’re serious! uhhh. well…yeah, i am, actually.”

now you weren’t one of those girls, who lied about losing your virginity to impress people or anything, or in this case, lie about having not lost it yet. but hear me out! even some of your closest friends still thought you were a virgin! save for robin (and of course eddie), and even still robin didn’t even know who you’d lost it too! besides it wasn’t anyones business anyways, so you telling that tiny little fib was harmless. right?

“ha! i fucking knew it scar! you better pay up!” alice squealed from the drivers seat.

“really? huh, i guess i’ll take that one!” scarlett laughed, ignoring alice.

“you guys are bitches you know that?” cora groaned, shaking her head, while you looked on in confusion.

“oh no, no no! we aren’t making fun of you or anything y/n! i swear! it’s just that, scarlett here swore up and down that you were one of those undercover freaks or something, that’s done every sexual thing under the sun.” alice rolled her eyes.

“yeah! i was just like you once, so i just kinda figured is all.” scarlett said bashfully.

“and like i said earlier, ‘just because you’re a “shy slut”, doesn’t mean every other shy person is!” she teased her.

as the two start insulting each other back and forth, you giggled, before noticing cirice, who was oddly quiet during that conversation, sharply whisper something to cora making her jerk back, before cowering and sitting next to you.

“sorry about them. they’re weirdos.” she meekly said, before offering you a can of beer, that you accepted.

“oh you’re good! i figured it was just girl talk, you know? i mean i am kinda curious about that slut story, but! i mind my business!” you both laughed, her watching you closely as you took a long chug from the can, a slightly pitying expression on her face.

“gosh, it feels like we’ve been driving forever! are we almost there yet?” you asked, feeling antsy from having been sat down in the vehicle for so long.

“yeah, we’re almost there. if alice could follow instructions, we could’ve probably been there!” cirice spoke up after god knows how long.

“hmm”

after a few about 30 seconds, you leaned your head against the side of the van, groaning.

“you alright, back there?“ alice asked.

“y-yeah… actually no, could you pull over for a sec, i think i’m about to hurl..” you groaned holding your head in your hands.

“don’t worry we’re almost there.” cora guided your head to her lap gently.

“yeah, just close your eyes….it’ll all be okay soon sweetheart.” you thought you’d imagined scarlett saying that last part, being with how far away she sounded, but before you could ask her to repeat herself, everything went black.

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finally blinking your eyes open, it was still dark, so you figured it was night time. you could tell eddie’s jacket wasn’t on you anymore, being that the once chilly november air was freezing now. you tried to sit up so you could look around, but not only were your eyes still completely blurred, but you couldn’t sit up at all either. you hesrd voices around you talking however, so you at least knew you weren’t alone.

“hello? what’s going on? where the hell am i?”

“oh! you’re awake, thank goodness!” scarlett exclaimed, bounding over to you, and standing over you to rxamine your face.

“sc-scarlett what’s going on, why can’t i move?” you said becoming more coherent, jerking around, once you realized that you were, restrained to what felt like a smooth rock.

“well, we’re about to-“ she was cut off by cirice’s sharp yell.

“shut up, scarlett! jesus! quit talking to the damn sacrifice and come help alice with this shit!” she demanded

“you’re no fun, ‘rice! duty calls y/n, see ya!”

“wait! sacrifice?! this is a joke right? right?! what the hell is this?! let me go!

“shhh, shhh it’s okay honey, seriously. you have no clue how grateful for you we are, for volunteering to do this for us. it might actually work this time, so just don’t think about it too much, ‘kay?” she said calmly, all while standing behind you, trying to calm you down.

“i didn’t volunteer for shit, i need you to let me go, cirice please!” you tried to say calmly until you saw the sharp butterfly knife shining in the moonlight in her hands.

“noo, no, no, no. you want. me to let you go! and even then that’s not really what you want, or else you wouldn’t be here… right?” she said, leaning down closer over your face, her inverted cross necklace dangling over your forehead. looking at you upside down, as she gently glided the knife over your cheek.

you started to sob, realizing that she wasn’t really listening to you. “don’t do this! please! i won’t say anything if you let me go! i mean who would even believe me if i d-did! i’m just a girl, from some small town anyw-ways, please!”

cirice just patted your face and walked away to get her book, reading over it to make sure she memorized the spell to the t.

“alright! come on ladies let’s start this, already!” alice said walking over, putting the hood of the long black cloaks they were wearing on her head.

“yeah, i really feel like it might work this time.” scarlett, beamed standing over you as well. “cora, cheer up a little would you?”

“i just don’t understand why we have to do this! it hasn’t worked any of the other times, and we’ve been killing virgins for no reason for months now!” she said, over your loud sobs and pleads.

“are you trying to say that the practice is fake?” cirice snapped at her.

“no! but maybe we’re doing it wrong! i just feel-

“i’m not a virgin! wait! please! i-i-i-i’m not! i swear!” you attenpted to yell out, choking on your sobs.

thankfully they all heard you though. you didn’t get the reaction you were expecting though, which was for all of them to start laughing (except for cora) as if you’d told a funny joke.

“come onn. you expect us to believe that? you just said in the van that you were.” alice laughed.

“i was lying! please! i won’t tell a soul about this! just-“

“someone cover her mouth at least?” cora said, relenting, putting on her hood as well. knowing that they definitely weren’t going to back out now.

“no! no stop-“ your pleas were cut off by some cloth being stuffed into your mouth, muffling your screams.

“alright what’s the chant for this one again?” alice asked.

“you seriously forgot?!” scarlett rolled her eyes.

“it’s been months! was i supposed to remember?” she argued back.

“shut up! here it is. and pay attention because it’s not like our other ones.”

“we come here tonight, to sacrifice the body of y/n from hawkins, indiana.”

your muffled screams and writhing were drowned out by the sounds of the other three’s chanting about some shit you couldn’t be bothered to worry about once you saw cirice’s knife filled hands raised over your chest.

“with the deepest malice, we deliver this virgin unto thee!” she exclaimed, thrusting the knife down into your heart, before yanking it out and back in repeatedly over other parts of your body, as the girls did the same. your agonizing screams through the cloth in your mouth drowned out into the night sky, along with the girls’ screeching laughter at your agony.

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“hey, don’t feel too bad, cora!” scarlett tried to sooth the sobbing girl in the back of the van.

her attempt at calm words were nothing but white noise to the girl however, as she sat next to your covered body, trying to keep it from moving too much as the van went over branches, leaves, and logs as alice tried to drive it out of the forest.

“shut up! shut up, scarlett! she didn’t deserve that, none of them did!” cora cried, even harder than before.

“it didn’t even work! we’re just murderers.” she cried, hugging your limp body to hers.

“hey! what did i tell you about that word!” cirice snapped at her. “we. aren’t. murderers! okay? this is for a good cause, and you know it! and would you quit hugging that damn thing, it’s not gonna hug back!” she screamed.

“she! and her name was y/n! and now she’s dead for no reason!” cora continued to cry.

“cirice is right it was for a good cause. and i mean, hey, we’ll even let you give her a nice little funeral this time, with the grave and everything we won’t even rush you either! in fact, alice pull over!” scarlett said enthusiastically.

“pull over where? we’re in the middle of nowhere.” she mumbled, still disappointed that the sacrifice didn’t work.

“just stop here! anything to quit cora’s whining.” cirice mumbled

the van halted, still smack dab in the middle of the woods, as scarlett and cora climbed out, each holding and end of your dead-weighted, body.

“we’ll be right back! alice, grab the shovels will ya?” scarlett said from a distance. alice got out and pulled the shovels from underneath her seat.

“we’ll try not to take long.” alice grimaced, practically feeling the irritation coming off of their leader in waves.

“whatever. just speed it up will you!” she mumbled, closing her eyes, before the driver’s side door closed.

it had been a good while since the girls had left to go bury you. however, cirice didn’t know that being that she’d fallen asleep 5 minutes after they’d left. so imagine her surprise when she opened her eyes and realized that she was still alone in the van.

“are they serious? i swear i’m gonna kill ‘em.” she practically growled to herself as she yanked the door open and started towards the direction she’d seen them walking in.

“how long does it take to bury a fucking body!? huh?!” she yelled out once she saw the lights from their flashlights in the distance.

“hello?! can we get a move on, please?!” i don’t wanna be in this damn town anymore!” she said once she finally got to them.

now joining the sounds of the november winds blowing the leaves of hawkins’ tall trees, critters, and animals that night was the screams of bloody murder coming from cirice’s mouth as she couldn’t do anything else but that and stare at the mutilated bodies and remains of what she called her dearest friends.

hawkins, indiana | the munson trailer | 3:32 a.m.

eddie had long since called your mother, to let her know of the change in plans that had occured, of how after the performance, instead of doing the interview you had told her about, at the hideout, and then staying over at eddie’s, you’d been invited to a small little after party to do it instead. she didn’t mind, being that he told her you’d call him to pick you up afterwards.

that had been right after eddie had gotten home at about 11. he’d long since worked on his next campaign, played his guitar, and even watched reruns of jem and the holograms! (not that he’d ever admit that he watched it outside of the times you forced him to.)

so imagine eddie’s surprise when he woke up and realized that you’d never called him to come get you. he looked over at the time, and groaned, realizing that you’d never called him.

“what the hell..” he mumbled, still staring over at the time.

‘maybe she got laid and just stayed the night with them.’ he thought to himself, trying to think of all the reasons.

he turned over, realizing that he couldn’t even call you because he didn’t know where the party was!

“oh my- shit!” he jumped up, being startled by your silhouette standing in front of his closet.

“y/n?? how did you get here? was the party close? why didn’t you call i could’ve picked you up anyways..” he sleepily stammered out all of his questions.

you didn’t answer him though, you only stood there, quietly.

it was dark, and he couldn’t see your face at all, but you’d slept over enough times to realize that it was you.

“okay… so.. how was it? the party.”

“…fine.” you said blankly.

“well then, you must’ve had a fun night.” he said, attempting to rub the sleep out of his eyes, being that he still couldn’t see you.

“it was…eventful.” you murmered in the same tone, before you started giggling hysterically, as if you’d been holding it in, and just couldn’t anymore. he’d never heard you laugh like that before.

“well.. we can talk about it tomorrow i’m sure you’re tired, c’mere.” he awkwardly patted the side of his bed that you usually slept on.

“i brought your jacket back.” you said, again in a blank monotonous tone. “i’m actually gonna head home.”

“i’m gonna…head home though? my mom dropped me off actually.” you’d said, walking towards his door.

“wait what? are you okay? did something happen tonight?”

“don’t worry about it, i’ll see you tomorrow, eddie.”

“okay, hold on, you’re acting weird.” he’d said, turning on his bedside lamp so he could finally see you better, but when he looked back to where you’d been standing, there was no trace of you.

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a/n: the way this took me 16 days to write is insane 😭

i hate it here 🫤

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