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alleiwentcrazy · 1 year

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Eddie hates it when people don’t answer his calls. He hates it with passion.

It reminds him of too many things. It reminds him of manhunts and abandoned sheds, and no one on the other side of the line. It reminds him of cold, clammy hands, of hunger, of fear. Breaking bones and eldritch horrors he’d thought existed solely in cheap movies, not in real life, until he was brutally made aware of the fact that when people say everything’s possible, everything is possible.

Every time someone doesn’t answer the phone when he calls, panic starts to boil inside his veins and his brain immediately makes at least a dozen painful scenarios for him to dwell on. He knows that technically, they just don’t know that it’s him. But it doesn’t make him worry any less, so everyone’s learned to respect the rule. They just have to pick up. No matter what. Or he’ll freak out, drop everything he’s doing and come unexpectedly to check if everything’s alright.

There hasn’t been a single situation when things were actually bad—people go get groceries, take solid, deep naps, or they’re simply too lazy to pick up sometimes—but he always does that. Always.

Especially if it’s Steve who doesn’t answer. What if he fell? Or someone mugged him? Or he got into a fight? This brain can’t take any more damage. What if he’s in the hospital now, waiting to be anesthetized before surgery, and no one’s called Eddie yet, because to society they’re just some dudes living together?

There are too many options. Eddie doesn’t like taking chances anymore, so he slaps the “I’ll be back in a few” sign on the door, closes the shop and speeds through the town like he has nothing to lose. (And it’s quite stupid, because he has too many things to lose now—but he’s allowed to freak out once in a while.)

When he gets there and sees Steve pacing and gesturing animatedly in front of the window of their tiny but awfully cluttered kitchen, he finds out exactly what it means to have the whole world on your shoulders. Or, rather, to be finally freed from the pressure it creates.

It’s okay. It’s just a stupid phone call. It wasn’t even important, anyway.

Despite that, he takes his helmet off. Won’t hurt to remind Steve of the rule. And maybe kiss his pretty face a little while he’s here.

He doesn’t even have to enter their apartment to know that Steve’s not alone. First off – if Steve’s pacing and rambling, an anxious trait he’s picked up from Robin, wasn’t a hint enough – it’s loud. Their paper walls can barely hold back a normal conversation, let alone something resemblant of a heated discussion. Honestly, Eddie has no idea how their neighbors can stand them sometimes, with his metal, their late-night conversations and non-conversations alike, with the kids visiting so often. Although Steve is optimistic (they have some lovely neighbors, like sweet Gran Fran, but don’t ever let Eddie express his opinions about that old hag from across the hallway, Miss Hermans), he’s still waiting for that complaint to be filed.

Second, he smells coffee. Steve never makes coffee for just himself.

Eddie opens the door gingerly, remembering how easy it is to completely unhinge them by accident, and is about to scream something about getting home, when none other than Dustin Henderson cuts him off with a shriek.

“—because it’s actually pathetic, that’s why! Get a grip, man, just do it!”

“Oh, it’s so easy for you to say, because you’ve never actually tried—”

“And maybe I never will! If you won’t do it, how can I learn how to do it myself? You know that you guys are the closest thing to father figures!”

“Hey, don’t make it about yourself for once, maybe? Some humility?”

Dustin’s quiet for a second, but Eddie knows he’s not about to admit full defeat. “Yes, sorry,” he chokes out, finally. “But you’ve tried so many times, you should know that it doesn’t get any easier on another try. Just do it, it doesn’t matter how.”

“It does, though! To me, it—it does. It matters,” Steve mumbles back, and Eddie can picture his face in perfect detail. It’s Steve’s small voice, which means he’s worried about something, even though his worry doesn’t make any sense in everyone else’s eyes. He’s unsure: his brows are pinched, lips pursed, stare skittering around the room, never focusing on anything. Dustin knows this face too, because his tone gets softer.

“Okay, then walk me through it.”

“What?”

“Walk me through it. You’ll know what you want, how you want it, when and where, and it’ll be easier when you try it next time.”

“Dustin, I really don’t—I’m not sure it can get easier, ever.”

“Because you’re scared.”

Steve sighs deeply before he responds. “Yes. Because I’m scared.”

“It’s been eight years, Steve. What are you scared of?” Dustin’s voice is gentle, curious. He’s not judging, he genuinely wants to know the reasons, and so does Eddie. He leans against the wall, trying to sneak a peek of the kitchen unsuccessfully, and listens. A while passes before Steve speaks again.

“I think—There are so many things I’m afraid of. But the main one… It’s still rejection. Not being enough. Because it’s not like it’s anything formal, right? It’s only a promise, and if it ends up turned down…”

Chair legs scrape the floor and Eddie can hear two soft slaps – hands on shoulders, probably.

“Steve Harrington. Calm down. You know it’s not going to happen—no, don’t argue. I know it, and this alone should be enough. You are an amazing person. You’re great with people, you’re bright, you’re sweet, caring, you have so many talents. I love you, Steve,” the pause that follows is filled with something so heavy there’s a shift in the air. It has a different smell now. A little salty, a little warm. “And he loves you. More than you can imagine, probably. So just pop the question, Steve. And don’t back out with some stupid excuse like this morning.”

“Pop the question,” Steve says, his voice firm, only a little timid. “Yes, I think—I think I can do that.”

Eddie bounces off the wall and takes quiet, slow steps backwards. He can’t hear anything else, even though the conversation continues. He bites his tongue hard enough to make it bleed a little. A coppery taste floods his mouth as he closes the door.

Oh, it’s just so, so stupid. He would have said yes. Each and every time, he would have said yes.

Later that day, when they’re lying in bed together, with the sheets rumpled, their bodies warm and mushy from the nap, with Eddie’s lips on Steve’s and Steve’s hands in Eddie’s hair, Eddie remembers the overheard conversation.

Well, no. That’s a lie. Because he hasn’t stopped thinking about it ever since.

Every single second of what, at first, seemed to be yet another annoying Monday, has been filled with reverie and anticipation. Dustin’s right – Eddie loves Steve. He loves him enough to risk hell for him, enough to argue with anyone who’s in any way mean to him. Enough to take his hand and say “You don’t have to be afraid when I’m with you”, even though Eddie’s the biggest coward in the whole wide world.

Eddie loves him. Loves his goofy smiles and scrunched happy faces, loves his moles and the uneven mustache he grows out sometimes when he’s bored. Eddie loves how gentle Steve is, how thoughtful and kind-hearted he is. How he helps Gran Fran replant her flowers each month with more enthusiasm than Eddie’s ever shown to anyone. How he talks to children, how much respect he has for those undermined by everyone else.

Eddie loves how he’s learned to stand up for himself. He’s proud of Steve, of how much he’s grown, of how he knows how to express what he needs and what he wants now. Eddie’s loved him for ages, maybe even longer than he’s aware of, but every single significant and insignificant change in Steve’s behavior and point of view makes him fall a little bit harder, every time. In any shape, in any form, there’s one constant in Eddie’s life: his love for Steve.

He likes to think that they do that to each other, both of them. That they help each other through inevitable changes, painful regressions and euphoric victories alike. He likes to think that together, they make one, healthy, living being – and apart they’re good, because they’ve grown to be good people thanks to the connections they’ve made overall. He likes this idea of just being good, together and apart. And he loves Steve for giving him the opportunity to be just that.

Eddie wants it to last. Desperately, intensely, madly. He wants it to last and he needs it to keep happening – he knows that, and he knows he has the capacity to do that. To be there, to stay. His hands touch Steve’s thigh, not in the slightest covered by those silly Hawkins Tigers shorts he’s kept, then they touch Steve’s soft, scarred belly, then they touch his chest, where his heart is beating steadily and peacefully, and he keeps kissing him and Steve keeps clingling back to him, and Eddie’s so sure.

He wants this. He wants to experience growing old together, he wants them to get all wrinkly and bald together, he wants the fights over who gets the most comfortable chair in their grandkids’ living room. He wants them to experience the highs and the lows of the family that they already have, and the one they’re going to build someday.

Eddie wants this. He wants Steve. The whole deal; the promised forever. And he doesn’t want to wait another second.

“Steve,” Eddie says, cutting the kiss short so suddenly Steve actually pulls him closer, chasing after the warmth of his lips. “I’m saying yes.”

“Mm. Okay,” he mumbles back, too kiss- and sleep-hazy to catch Eddie’s intention right away. He tries to bump their noses together—which is adorable, really, but Eddie can’t let him hijack and self-sabotage this proposal too.

“No, Steve,” he squeezes Steve’s side until he looks at him properly. “I love you. I’m saying yes.”

In awe, Eddie watches as Steve’s face goes through confusion, true bewilderment, a bit of fear and fleeting exhilaration, to finally settle on disbelief.

“How did you—”

Eddie laughs a little at that. “I called and you didn’t pick up.” Steve makes a little oh sound, already looking like a kicked puppy. “But it’s okay, doesn’t matter, not the point,” Eddie jumps in, anticipating an unnecessary apology. “The point is, I love you, and I’m saying yes.”

Steve stares at him for a long second, his eyes wide and earnest. His fingers slide from Eddie’s hair to finally settle on both of his cheeks, cradling them lovingly. Eddie kinda wants to cry.

“You’ll marry me?” Steve asks, incredulous, his voice only a bit louder than a whisper. The way he accentuates the word “marry” gives yet another layer of meaning to such a simple question. You’ll love me? Forever?

“I’ll marry you,” he replies without hesitation. “You’ll marry me?” You’ll love me? With my flaws?

“I’ll marry you,” Steve says back. Then he grins with his eyes glistening in the bedside light, and squishes Eddie’s cheeks so hard it squeezes the unshed tear right from his eye. “We’ll get married!”

Steve giggles happily, and Eddie laughs with him. There’s so much joy inside him—them, the whole room seems to get bigger. “We will,” he adds through a smile, already peppering his fiancé’s face with kisses.

“Oh gosh, I have to call Robin,” Steve manages through his giggles and Eddie loves him so much. “And Dustin!”

So, so much.

#steve harrignton #eddie munson #steddie #dustin henderson #stranger things #st4 fanfic #i've had SUCH a shit and busy month. i'm using them to heal myself lol #i wanted to make them so pathetically in love i accidentally made my eyes fall out of my skull bc of the cheesiness #proposal au #hehe #short and sweet #excuse me if i got too silly. my hand slipped

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ibrithir-was-here · 5 months

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Was thinking about Quincey Harker having to live through the horrors of WW1, and read some angsty stuff of Jonathan escaping the castle, and had a little plot bunny of time slipping, war traumatized Quincey stumbling into the wild woods of Transylvania, and finding vampire traumatized Jonathan , and the now the same-aged father and son have to survive together and escape back to civilization

Does Quincey even recognize his wreck of a father, who can barely remember his own name at this point? Is Jonathan traumatized more by his strange rescuer’s hints of eldritchness? (Kid was born from two almost vampires he’s definitely got some). They can try and figure that stuff out once they make it past the wolves…

Edit: Comic starts here

#my art #jonathan harker #quincey harker #Dracula #dracula daily #I know it’s over but only just and Quincey is in the last part so #time travel #jonmina #cuz Quincey’s their baby #quincey time travel au #the soldier and the solicitor

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perpetualexistence · 2 months

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Tell us about your other Alenoaheather AU(s). I know you have them. 🔫

- Totally not Ophe

Hello completely random anon whose identity will forever be a mystery!

See, with the way you've phrased this, you've actually opened yourself up to a few options. I'll tell you a little bit about each one and you can tell me which one you want to learn more about first.

Currently unnamed G/T Alenoaheather

Definitely the most detailed AU of the bunch. It's got backstories and character arcs for each of the three. Probably the best way to describe it is Urban fantasy since none of them are (completely) human, but they pretty much live in a modern setting.

It does get dark at times. Think Beastars-adjacent in terms of vibes. Including the murder bits. But it's mostly self-defense or being forced into it, so take that as you will. I will say that it's nowhere near the levels of toxic relationships that something like the Sea Monster AU has. And they do actually improve as people. These three still get drama mind you, but it's from keeping secrets rather than being genuinely manipulative. ...Well. Too manipulative. It does have Alejandro and Heather in it. But it's got fluff moments because fluffy giant/tiny dynamics are precious and must be preserved at all costs.

It's got Alejandro who's a giant-shifter able to grow even larger than most other giant-shifters thank to his Burromuerto heritage. The Burromuertos are a completely upstanding giant-shifter family and definitely don't have any incredibly fucked up family traditions they expect Alejandro to continue.

Noah's a were-mongoose. Werefolk come in a large variety, though mongoose is on the far more uncommon side. Unlike most werefolk, this kid genius actually figured out a way to not completely give into his instincts during full moons. This has absolutely no negative repercussions on his wellbeing.

Heather who's a giant-shifter hybrid unable to grow thanks to her human heritage from her father's side. She's the only one of her siblings unable to grow. She definitely doesn't have a complex about this. But she has managed to find her own way of making herself just as much of a physical threat as her two boyfriends. (Aka the day I take away from Heather's inherent badassery is the day I die.)

Serial Killer AU

It's exactly what it sounds like. With exactly the vibes the name implies. Definitely the darker one. They're just a thriving villain throuple with a body count. It's also mostly Noah-focused so far as I haven't figured out Alejandro or Heather's motivations.

Noah stumbles across a body of a serial killer spree, only to be the first to realize that one serial killer is actually two. Curiosity leads him to investigate...but not for the reasons you'd think.

(For this one that's pretty much all I can share before just going into the whole AU)

And then, on the completed side since might as well dump all the Alenoaheather AUs:

Noah and the Beanstalk

Another giant/tiny AU! This one's actually got its own post already. I don't really have anything else that I didn't already mention in that post. But it's my blog, so I'll advertise my own AUs as I please!

Collab AUs

The Royal Court AU

Originally named The Lords In Black AU because it was originally inspired by me watching an animatic of The Summoning from Nerdy Prudes Must Die. Then it evolved into something far beyond that where the name doesn't seem quite right anymore.

It's got Alenoaheather as the worst teens at school and unashamed about it. ...Until Alejandro goes missing, and nobody else really seems to care. Leaving Heather and Noah to investigate and try their best not to be next.

They fail, but hey, at least they get cool eldritch powers out of it!

This AUs also dark because the premise is them being kidnapped to be used as sacrifices. And it's got plenty of eldritch horror in it. The posts for it are scattered because they ended up going into two separate reblog chains with @total-drama-brainrot and @ur-local-brown-multifandomist. If you look up 'lords in black au' on my blog you should be able to find most of it. I'm going to just centralize it for ease of organization one day. It'll just be. You know. Effort.

Also, @ur-local-brown-multifandomist is currently making a fic for it! It's their first one, so feel free to check it out.

Fake Dating Alenoaheather AU

This one's a collab AU between me and @total-drama-brainrot, a person you have never met because you are a completely anonymous anon. Noah gets caught in between Heather and Alejandro's attempts to make the other jealous by each making him pretend to be their boyfriend. Shenanigans and drama ensue. The posts for this are also scattered and tagged on both our blogs, and one day we might make a fic about it. For now, there actually is someone already making a fic about it that you can feel free to read!

I still can't believe two different people decided to start making fic of AUs I helped create. It's wild, and I'm incredibly touched.

"Why are all of these AUs except for one dark in at least some way?"

I honestly couldn't tell you exactly why my brain works the way it does. It just decided that the two canon villains and one-villain coded teenager deserve to be at least a little feral. As a treat.

Maybe one day I'll have an AU with them that's not so dark. That day will be a surprise to us all.

But yeah, that's all of the Alenoaheather AUs I got! The first two I'm more than happy to go into more detail for if you ask!

#perp answers ask #perp rambles #alenoaheather #alenoaheather au #td alenoaheather #lords in black au #giant/tiny #serial killer au #fake dating alenoaheather #cw murder #tw murder #murder mention #currently unnamed g/t alenoaheather au #i've seriously got to come up with a better name for tagging purposes #total drama

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pinkandpurple360 · 4 months

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This is just some random idea that popped onto my head while eating but you know who I think would great for Octavia to meet and bond with? Millie. Think about it she is the only one of the cast without daddy issues or any major trauma and shit so they could just have FUN together, have Via be an actual kid and enjoy herself and ofc, the added bonus of having some Millie time away from Mox. Hell, maybe having an older sister figure (aunt?) Could make Via open up about her relationship with her MOTHER. About what it's like, what it was like before, and stuff.

Ohhh sooo true literally i keep thinking about that moment when Via says “I’m going to be sick” and moxxie is so kind towards her like “oh crumbs I knew today would be a lot what do you need ibuprofen? Morphine?” And Octavia is probably drawn to strong willed women like Stella who make her feel safe and act as someone she can look up to. Millie also has mother issues and is the happy optimist to octavias gloomy pessimist.

I just see them as being these foster parents who take care of her “even though I was almost 18!” For a year or two and help her use the grimoire at work, until she reaches a certain age. Call me criminal but Via could replace Loona and I don’t think I’d blink an eye, Loona is almost never even present 😭 let Loona work in a cafe or something. Octavia is a superior character to both stolas and Loona, at least for that position. All Via wants is guardians who show her what a healthy relationship looks like. Man. Imagine her in wrath, being the one in charge of the harvest moon festival, clumsily coughing into the microphone like moxxie did at Ozzies, and trying to open the blood moon portal but accidentally summoning an Eldritch horror 😭 then you just see Millie going to go fight it and her saying “don’t worry sweetie mommas got this you’re doing amazing honey! Mox help her out! B, no!! You can’t read! Get off the stage!! B noo” and via kicks him in the balls cause she still hates his ass and unlike Loona, has reason to. Btw Loona is her bodyguard slacking off and doing weed under a tree. Just like her dad used to do with verosika.

And I don’t care what Viv says or does Via would never accept Blitzø as her stepfather, ever. Especially not if at least in her mind he’s caused death in the family. Even in her hallucinations it’s blitz being evil and corrupting her father with constant lust, even though it was always the other way around.

#helluva boss critical #Millie and moxxie

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blacktobackmesa · 6 months

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Circus Peanuts - a Half Life VR but the AI is Self-Aware Minific

It's the middle of the night, and one eldritch horror calls another to talk about that clown cartoon. Canon to the Streamman fanfiction continuity, but exists on its own.

Written as part of my personal NaNoWriMo challenge to work on fiction for an hour a day.

“You’d tell me if I was like Caine, right?”

“...whu?”

“I–I know it’s late,” The caller stammered. “Sorry. I saw you were up from your Discord… thingy. The… fuck, I don’t know works. Words. The green dot.”

“Status. The status thingy..”

“Yeah, you can tell I just woke up, huh? It’s nothing. Sorry–”

“No, no, don’t hang up,” the recipient cut in. “Commit to your bit. You wanted to ask about Cane’s.”

That made him laugh. Victory. “No, not Cane’s. Caine. The ringmaster guy.”

The recipient’s eyebrows furrowed for a moment, then raised to the brim of his bonnet. “Talking about the clown show?”

“Yeah, way to not make me feel goofy about it.”

“Fuck. No, that’s– didn’t mean to sound like that. That’s a real question. You mean the teeth from the clown puppet show.”

“Yeah, that. That’s the… wait, puppet?”

“Cartoons are picture puppets, y’know?.”

“We can unpack that later,” the caller decided.

“Was it a dream or just night thoughts? Or something else?”

“Dream.”

The recipient crossed one leg over the other and curled his finger around an imaginary phone cord. “You wanna tell me about it?”

“Mm. I don’t remember the whole thing, but I’ll tell you the important stuff.”

The recipient waited for a moment as his friend got his thoughts sorted.

“We were playing something together, the whole team. There were some parts where it was streamed? But other times that wasn’t part of it, and it was hard to tell who was the host. But I must have gone through the wrong door or something, and I ended up in the Amazing Digital Circus. The place, not the… the cartoon. I mean, I guess it was in the cartoon, since it’s about the place. It really depends–”

“Did that matter?”

“What?”

“If it was the place or the cartoon.”

“I don’t know.”

“Keep going.”

Yeah, he could practically hear the eyes rolling. “Alright. Well, I was there. The team wasn’t. And I was kind of in Pomni’s role– you know, the jester girl. But she was there, too, so it was more like I was just the new guy after her.”

“It’s your self insert fanfiction.”

“Fuck, yeah. That’s… that’s legiterately what it… that’s not a word. Literally, legitimately what it was.”

“Be cringe and free.”

“I wasn’t free, though!” He almost laughed. “That’s the whole thing about the circus, you’re stuck there. And that’s why Caine does the adventures, right? He’s… I mean, there’s lots of ways to interpret the pilot, but that’s what I figured: Caine does the adventures so that the people trapped there have something to keep them occupied and fulfilled and all that. He’s not exactly, uh, sane about it, but he’s not trying to hurt them, he just doesn’t understand what it’s like to be them, he knows they need something to interact with and just makes shit up so they have something to do with their lives–”

“Ohhhh.”

“You get it?”

“Yeah. That’s fucked,” he confirmed. “Now breathe before you pass out.”

From the sounds on the other end, that’s just what he did.

“So whuhappen?”

“It’s a little fuzzy,” the caller went on. “We had some task, but it changed through dream logic stuff. Something like finding keys in eggs. But my brain wasn’t fully locked into the dream logic, so whenever something changed it just fucked with me real hard. I was just freaking out about being stuck there, about not being able to go back home, what would happen to my kid and my apartment and…”

He trailed off.

“And what?”

He took a deep breath.

“You guys,” he finished. “What would happen to you guys if I was gone. That’s when… this is the part that fucked with me, I guess. At some point, even though they still looked and sounded like the cartoon characters, my brain decided that the circus characters were the Science Team.”

“Oh, cool. Was I the bunny?”

“Was–” he wheezed a little. “I don’t know. That’s not important.” “It is.”

“No.”

“Yuh-huh.”

“No, it wasn’t– it wasn’t a direct, one-to-one thing. It was more like the concept. The concepts got crossed. It wasn’t… I didn’t Kin Assign you guys.”

“Boo.”

“Ignoring that. It was around that time that Caine kind of disappeared from the dream, and I didn’t even notice until I woke up. Instead, I had to be the one who set up things to do to keep the circus team busy. And when I got into that, my mind kind of… stopped being about being trapped. The dream kind of morphed, the way dreams do. By the time I woke up, it wasn’t even about being trapped in the circus anymore. It was brainstorming for next week’s stream, just inside the circus. It happened so smoothly.”

There was a lull in the conversation. The caller seemed out of steam. The listener continued to twirl their invisible phone cord.

“You wanna play Carnival Games for the Wii next week?”

“...No, Benrey. Not really.”

“Why?”

“...I don’t know. Motion controls.”

“You use VR legiterately all the time.”

“Heh. Maybe.”

“Maybe yes?”

“Look, just… thanks for listening.”

“Mm. Thanks for talking.”

#hlvrai #hlvrai fanfiction #gordon streamman #the amazing digital circus #hey circus fans! hope you don't mind me using your main tag.

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honey-minded-hivemind · 3 months

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Personally, I've been curious about your eldritch au you've mentioned once or twice... but that might be because I'm a Duckett for that kind of stuff lol

Ah, no worries! I don't mind answering any questions you have!

So, for the 👾Eldritch AU, let's pick X-Men Evolution as the chosen media. The adults are way older than the kids, for one thing. Victor and Logan would be the oldest, but instead of being about 200 years old like in canon, in this they would be closer to something 200,000,000 years old. The other adults would likely range between 160,000,000 to 20,000,000 years old. Very old, older than most countries, and definitely older than the kids combined.

Now, for the teens and Reader, they are, well... pretty close to baby eldritch beings. They still appear mostly human, but for the teens, they are more in-tune with their powers, and have the adults to protect them and raise them (the adults view them as very young. Wouldn't leave them anywhere near humans unless those humans are their cults, followers, or harmless/powerless to them. You can bet that Logan and Ororo are Team Dad and Mom, with Xavier as kindly Grandfather and Hank as the polite, secretly fun Uncle/Dad. Magneto and Mystique are better parents in this au, but are very, very protective. Victor is still mostly himself, but has a soft spot for some of the kids...

Now, about the Reader: They aren't aware they are a baby elder god. They weren't aware those were real, or that there would even be others... They know they are... odd..., but they figure it is just an illness. A hallucination. Their dreams are even stranger, of things they've never seen before and beings that border between human and beast and element and who knows what else, whispers of things they never remember when they wake up. Yet one day, they end up moved into a small town, between New York and Canada, and realize this town they're in is... weird. Unsettling levels of weird. People act strange... sharp grins, manic eyes, and strange beliefs of local monsters and spirits, it seems...

It doesn't take long for the adults to realize that the new human isn't a human at all. It's a baby of their kind. And they're quite pleased. One thing they've done is send dreams and visions to any eldritch beings out there, a beacon to bring them closer to their home... It acts as a way of drawing in the baby eldritches, so the adults can offer protection (and a town full of over-protective and over-zealous humans, to act as guards and sometimes food/sacrifices, if needed/wanted). Of course, trying to get Reader to one of their altars, somewhere they can make their claim over them, is easier said than done. They're a rather skittish kid, and anything pertaining to what they are or the horrors of the town are like repellant to them. Yet, their kids are determined... They have wanted a new friend (and maybe sibling), for awhile, and the Reader looks like a good fit to them. A new personality, and someone they have to work for to keep. And Reader slowly befriends them, albeit thinking they are a little odd... but, the teens aren't anywhere near as creepy or stilted as anyone else in that sleepy town, so if for once someone wants to be their friend, they'll try...

When one of the adults is finally able to draw Reader out to one of their altars (by a dream/hallucination that has them not realizing where they're going), they're ready to introduce themselves properly this time. They have met before, in their human guise, but never as they truly are... And it's about time to explain what they are, and what Reader is... The moment Reader realizes they are in the woods in the dead of night, they're freaked out. Only for something, something they've only ever seen in their dreams, to appear... Then they promptly run.

The adult/s is/are able to stop them, but not after chasing them half-way back to the Reader's house by the edge of the woods and town... Being able to finally slow them down leaves their newest kid a trembling mess, one who really does look like the young eldritch child they are... Explaining what they are doesn't take too much effort, and Reader is now gifted answers, some they definitely didn't want. When they try to leave, asking if things can go back to normal, well... they are met with a big NO. The adult/s want to make a claim, to have Reader as THEIR kid... and they are unswerving in that goal...

So now Reader has to deal with the knowledge of what the town truly is, that their friends and their parents/guardians are something beyond comprehension, and that they're not able to leave, no matter what they do... The adult/s do go about settling them in, yet have to more times than not ... sedate... their newest child. They're gentle, but they also realize this one kid in particular is stubborn about not staying, of being scared of them, of the safe haven they've made... But, it isn't much issue to keep them close... Some love and care will do them good, along with whatever powers they can use to calm them...

It is what any parent would do for their baby...

(The teens and Reader do still get along, agreeing that the adults can be over-protective. However, the teens are okay with their parents/guardians for the most part and having Reader with them, while Reader is... not okay with it. Cuddling between the adults and kids happens. Whether in human form or eldritch deity form...)

(I hope you enjoyed this! Ask anymore questions you want, and have an awesome day!💛😊)

#honeycomb thoughts #platonic yandere marvel #platonic yandere #yandere platonic marvel #platonic yandere xmen #yandere x-men #platonic yandere marvel x reader #👾Eldritch!AU

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hugsandchaos · 10 months

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AU??

The Fenton’s aren’t exactly ghost hunters, but rather more of ghost researchers. They aren’t very pleased with the laws and acts labeling all ghosts as inhumane when some of those ghosts were once as human as they are. They want to study ghosts, yes, but unlike the GIW, they want to be able to speak with them. They want to learn all they can in a more peaceful manner. And one day, they get that chance.

A breakout occurs at a GIW site miles away and the town is warned of a Level 10 outbreak. The Fentons set out to try to recapture the ghost first to see if they can communicate peacefully with them. Instead of some big, eldritch horror, their tracking devices lead them to what appears to be a 14 year old boy injured, ectoplasm and blood seeping through his wounds.

I haven’t figured out what happens next T_T Also, the reason I put question marks at the top is because my prompt list that stems from this isn’t exactly solid Or committed to this AU 100%.

Prompts!

Sure, it was odd that two kids new to Amity Park suddenly showed up were interested in ghosts, but who was Jack to refuse a lecture or lesson on what he knows about ghosts? Their questions are very good ones, asking things such as “What do they eat?” “What’s their biology?”, ect. They seemed very curious about the anatomy of ghosts, though it seems almost nonexistent.

One day, Maddie began questioning Tucker and Sam’s home lives, though it made it clear she was only trying to make sure they have a place to stay seeing as they appeared out of nowhere. The family started giving them food to take home with them, wherever it was, and offered them to stay the night if they ever needed. Despite their reassurances that it wouldn’t need to happen, they appear one night asking if the offer still stood. But they weren’t alone. Struggling to stay awake in Tucker’s arms was a boy with black hair and several injuries, many of them seeping out both blood and ectoplasm.

Prompt 2

Trying to convince a recently escaped level 10 injured ghost boy that the space-themed plushie you were offering him for emotional support wasn’t a weapon or trap was tougher than Jazz expected. But then again, she never expected it to happen to begin with.

Prompt 3

Maddie never really thought about adoption. She believed her family to be complete with her loving husband and amazing daughter, but after a while of seeing Danny safe and happy in their house, she knew now that she was going to adopt this child no matter what the GIW have to say about it.

#au #danny phenton #danny phantom #Tucker #danny phantom and tucker #sam #adopted danny phantom #danny Fenton #danny phantom AU #AU prompt #prompts #danny phantom prompt #maddie fenton #Jack Fenton

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therainscene · 1 year

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I’ve seen parallels between Virginia Creel and Lonnie pointed out a bunch of times, but have we considered a parallel between Virginia and Joyce?

Both mothers brought their sons to doctors at the Hawkins lab in an attempt to “fix” them:

Don’t worry, I’m not trying to imply anything sinister about Joyce here! She genuinely meant well -- Will was suffering and Owens was her only option. But the end result was much the same: both boys were reduced to test subjects, and ultimately did not benefit from their time at the lab.

It’s all very reminiscent of old-fashioned attitudes about homosexuality as a mental disorder in need of “fixing”. I’m sure many of the doctors and parents involved in such oppressive practices “meant well” at the time, too.

This is one of the more insidious forms that homophobia can take: not as something overtly hateful, but disguised as concern. It’s an excellent recruitment tactic for bigots: fence-sitters who don’t understand the issue but don’t feel hateful either are introduced to hate in terms that come across as reasonable and kind.

Recruitment into larger, harmful movements is a major theme in Stranger Things. Will’s possession in S2 hooked him up to the Upside Down’s hive mind; the Flayed in S3 conglomerated to form the fleshy Spider Monster; and Chrissy’s murder in S4 incited a Satanic Panic witch-hunt.

The Mind Flayer itself reflects this theme, too, being a single entity made up of what appears to be millions of tiny particles. This symbolizes the power of societal attitudes like homophobia: they’re eldritch horrors in their own right, shambling emergent properties greater than the sum of the individual brains constituting them. They can’t be reasoned with or defeated by any one person.

Being a supportive parent to an LGBT kid in the 80s (or 50s) must have been incredibly difficult in the face of such a specter; the only information they typically had access to was, itself, homophobic.

The mothers of the various queer-coded children in the show -- Virginia, Karen, and Joyce -- are excellent illustrations of how parents deal with this struggle across the spectrum, and the effect it has on their kids.

Virginia embraced the 50s hive mind and unquestioningly trusted the advice she was given by Brenner and society: that her son was broken and in need of fixing. Henry claims that she despised him, but I think he’s an unreliable narrator; it wouldn’t surprise me if Virginia genuinely wanted the best for her son. She was just concerned.

Not only did her approach completely fail to make Henry “normal”, it also made him angry. He cut her out of his life forever -- a tragically common ending to the relationships between queer children and their parents.

Karen desperately wants to be a good mother, but she trusts the 80s hive mind more than she trusts her children. She frequently assures Mike that she’s there for him if he needs to talk... but her words ring hollow, as though the person she’s really reassuring is herself.

Mike approaches her for hugs when he needs comfort, but he never opens up. I don’t think he trusts her, and I can’t say I blame him -- it’s a coin toss as to whether she’d listen and understand, or dismiss his feelings in favour of pressuring him to join the hive mind.

Mike has been left adrift with his confusion in the sea of heteronormativity and he’s at a loss as to whom he can turn for help.

Joyce ignores the 80s hive mind altogether and trusts her son to tell her what help he feels he needs from her. Will doesn’t always know the answers to those questions...

...but she actively listens and makes an effort to help him figure it out. As we saw with the Hawkins lab plot, she makes mistakes sometimes, but she’s also unwavering in her advocacy -- she took precisely zero shit from the doctors there.

Will still struggles with internalized homophobia, but he’s got the support he needs to deal with it. His line at the end of S4 -- “it’s strange, knowing now who it really was this whole time” -- warms my heart, because this is him acknowledging that the problem is with homophobic attitudes, not his identity. He’s gonna be okay.

Incidentally, this is another nail in the coffin for the idea that Will’s character arc is about being accepted: Joyce (and Jonathan) are already operating at peak acceptance! There’s nowhere else to go!

If anyone is in need of acceptance... it’s Mike.

#stranger things #byler #will byers #joyce byers #mike wheeler #karen wheeler #henry creel #virginia creel #my analysis

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wjehfshs · 11 months

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Ok I seen eldritch pacifist reader but what about eldritch mother or father reader but they only kill when they're children are in danger or hungry.

the task force 141 were sent to do some mission only to see a creature brutalized an entire enemy base but they couldn't see how the creature looked like and when they were done with the mission came back to the base.

the rookies also came back who the same mission but in a different building, and call price to show what they found which was a weird looking creature but small like the size of a teddy bear and the creature wouldn't stop crying.

but when they saw Price they stared at him before jumping on him and climb behind staying there like a baby koala.

Price trying to get them off of him and just gives up...atleast little one eats MRE like is a buffet.

and when is time to sleep, price sleeps as the little one sleeps on big pillow, and price sleeps he Wakes up feeling something heavy on him at first he assumed it was the little creature but.

HOLY SHIT WHAT ON FUCKING EARTH IS THAT. as Price stares at a Giant Eldritch reader that has long arms and slender body. Price tries to fight back but reader was too strong and when Price thought this might be his last day, he was saved by the little one making cute noises, making reader go after the little one at first Price thought reader was going to kill them but then realized the way reader is acting soon figures out that YOU ARE THE FATHER/MOTHER.

And reader decide to spare everyone and speak " out all the mortals I've met and killed you spared my child, why?" As Price gives his answer.

A week later the boys go on a misson to kill a target but we're captured and lucky( probably not)for them reader saves them by killing the enemies one by one without letting the target know and when the target was alone the poor fool mentioned about feeding them to the cannibals and reader just says " no I believe you make a good treat for my chicken"making the target turn around and scream as reader drags them to the ceiling and eat half of the targets body making the boys watch in horror and reader is like " oh my bad " as ten of readers children pop out behind them making the boys dumbfounded or pass out. The end

Ofc!

Eldritch reader, reader has children, violence

When they got to the enemy base and saw EVERYONE there massacred they knew they had to just leave

They grabbed the info they needed and dipped

That’s when they realised they missed a vital piece of information in a different base not too far from the main one so they sent out some rookies to get it for them, good training for the rookies

That’s when Price got a call saying that they found, something…

He went out by himself to the enemy base and that’s when he saw the rookies crowded around a table

“So? What is it lads?” He asked, almost pissed at now vague they where initially

They all moved out of the way to reveal a tiny creature

The size of maybe a kids teddy bear

“Jesus Christ. Ok this isn’t fuckin funny lads calling me out here to show me some stuffed toy you found”

He was cut off by the creature yawning

He whipped his head around back to the tiny thing as he stared, dumbfounded

The rookies explained the situation to him and he ultimately decided to sleep in the abandoned cafeteria to keep alert as he grabbed a pillow from one of the rooms

He set it down and pulled out his pre-made meal

The little creature sniffed around the meal like a dog

He looked at the creature then back at the meal

“Oh alright you can have it, ya cheeky bastard” he put the meal down on a table, picking up the creature and setting it down on the table next to the meal

Immediately it stuck its tiny head in the meal and started taking bites out of it

After it was done and he had eaten some rations he brought with him he set the creature down on the pillow and used his giant military backpack as a pillow for himself

The next morning he felt a weight on his chest

Initially thinking it was the little creature he opened his eyes but instead he saw a giant version of this creature lying on top of him

He scrambled to get his gun in a blur before the creature spoke

“I’m not going to hurt you, I just wanted to thank you for keeping my child safe, I am [name]” you explained

He paused

Holy fucking shit

After a while of you explaining how you lost your child during feeding back at the main base he nodded and almost ran to his car to go back to his base

A little while later on a mission the whole 141 had been captured due to carelessness

Whilst they where locked up in a cell they heard screaming

It was you

They physically could not form words as you ripped each solider to shreds with your 10 children

All they remember is seeing that

Blacking out

Then all waking up back in their own base

#cod x reader #cod #cod mw2 x reader #cod mw2 #cod mw x reader

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pastel-rights · 6 months

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I think you could describe them even MORE out of context. A mega contextless list if you will.

aNON??? I... guess you will get your mega list after all! Don't go too crazy trying to figure out what goes to what muse!!

-- sir I know they say to dress your best but this REALLY is not the occasion to be doing this. sir you're going to hell not to prom. SIR!!

-- my favorite little mochi cameraman :] he's very friend-shaped, a little quiet but a good lad a respectable fellow.

-- l-l-lucky number four!! now get in the car, loser. We got seeds to buy from the store.

-- i roasted you so hard you got thanos snapped out of existence. also I think I also gaslit you once too.

...

oh my GOD YOU'RE FOURTH ON THE LIST AND YOU GOT LUCKY NUMBER FOUR'D. SUCK IT BITCH /j

-- is the neutron the powerhouse of the cell. are you the powerhouse of MY cell? dramatic gasp.

-- colors have voices. Orange sounds like a friend? enemy? Green sounds like people you hate. Purple sounds like your friend and your "friend's" roommate. white sounds like birds. pink sounds both like love and whores, supposedly.

you also have a talent for shocking people with no reason and never shutting the fuck up even if you REALLY need to.

Also please never take mushrooms ever again.

also the warehouse. shudders.

-- please stop biting the patroller. this isn't a funny bit this is a genuine cry for help /j

-- stop riZZING UP DEMONBANE but please do keep decking Plutone.

-- you romanticize the wrong sibling, sister. get a GRIP. i love you though. keep slaying, girlquestion.

-- the police but actually likeable. also she explodes you with sweets..

-- miss i know you're sad about your divorce but im TRYING to decode here miss miss PLEASE.

-- omg is that the mcdonalds employee is that the mcgirlfailure. you forgot my mcflurry I'm in AGONY.

-- fruity ass. fruitcake. friend of the lesbians, exploder of the homophobes. ily.

-- sir i know you're haunted by your boss's closet and the food she wants you to cook and the horrors but there's no reason to be THIS dramatic. DAMN.

-- if you disappear to the Bahamas one more time I'm gonna flop over and CRY.

-- punishment this sinner that why don't you stop bitchin' and get some bitches instead. god you're pathetic. /ref

-- you need therapy. and to stay away from the flames the do NOT speak to us they do NOT call our names.

-- sweet tooth with a side of murdering you murdering you mur-

-- you're one of two muses who are normal. congrats, have a cookie!

-- i'm sorry for cussing i'm SORRY i will find an alternative I sincerely aPOLOGIZE PLEASE DON'T YELL AT ME????? also I like penguins too can we be friends. i can ignore the fact you're haunted by the horrors.

-- the first person to ever rizz me before. under the sea rizz /j

-- i love you. you're the light of my life. i only want the best for you. [ throws the fauti at you like a homing missile ]

-- the marriage certifcate is fake and we both know it but at this point I'm too baffled by it's existence to really care. also stop surprise adopting kids that's just called kidnapping.

-- you went from fake marriage to a real marriage and i don't know if i respect that or hate that. it's been months and I still cannot decide. at least, the cake tasting arc was cute!! also give mE BACK MY MUSE'S COAT DAMNIT.

-- how did you murder your wife you are a WEAK bitch. possessed by demons. weak ASS.

-- alcoholic but glowstick

-- stop calling me babygirl i'm neither baby nor a girl.

-- how do you have a husband? no like genuinely i'm SO baffled. /lh

-- father in law.

-- cosmic eldritch horror but the real horrors is the fucking key you keep showing me. please let me go I just want to see my husband and daughter.

what do you MEAN he is my husband WHAT.

-- your letters have ruined my life.

-- my VERY real father. of course I get excited whenever i see you around you're very cool and I miss you :(

-- you got hit by the tram once while breakdancing and I'll never forget about that /pos /lh

-- please i just want the divorce papers... what do you mean, I don't NEED a marriage counselor OR a priest. also you threw your friend not once but twice and you're so real for that.

-- the TRUE toxic yuri. also you multiplied and became french which is funny.

-- too many rules to remember. also you're short and I want to rattle you.

-- twitter but cooler!

-- you canonically give spirits bad vibes which is fucking HILARIOUS.

-- i'm noT A FUCKING CAT UNHAND MEE YOU SLIMY WHELP. OUGHHHH also NO I will NOT take a break. >:(

-- the vibes are a WILD way to judge someone but it's even MORE wild the vibes are usually right.

-- the way you just grabbed him was so funny. weak as hell but you had the spirit!!!

-- not a muse i see often but there's like 3 of you floating around and THAT is a funny ass fact.

-- "this is my safety gun." "well can you put it away?" "but my safety gun :("

-- you can't do math yet somehow you made a plan to overthrow your brother and become a god practically and I don't know if I'm impressed or just saddened by that thought.

-- please leave my eyes alone.

-- the manager of the costco! i wonder if he ever got out...

... or unpossessed.

-- no running in the halls!!! /ref

-- bakery owner who i would forfeit all mortal possesions to <333

-- girlboss and her 203948043 vessels

-- peepaw i don't like guns. or fake yous.

-- how's your father's divorce going? do you need a hug. /lh

-- vida la revolution!!!

-- how did you get into my house and why are you talking about fireworks and poetry i just want to disassociate about my brother's traumatic death and disconnect from the world around me, i didn't ASK for an impromptu therapy session.

-- orphan.

-- uno card eater AND number one on the debt list. also your demons. that's fucked up.

#( this took forever i'm in tears /lh )

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Please share some fav frelma moments or headcanons? The fandom is so quiet ahaha

Sure!

Canon from the books trilogy (spoilers duh) (shot out to my friend Clei for getting me the books)

1) When Daphne makes Velma accidentally admit she has a crush on Fred and her reaction is just 'Damn Velma I didn't know you were so traditional'

2) When they dance together in Shaggy's house in the second book

3) Fred shamelessly flirting by touching her hair at school and Velms' almost heart attack.

4) Really, Velma's pining in the books is delicious.

5) The almost kiss in the third book.

6) When Fred almost dies in that fire and Velma just starts to cry out of pure relief when she sees him alive

7) Fred telling the journalists next thing he's doing is asking 'the girl he likes' out when he leaves hospital.

8) Their last scene together at the end. Which lives rent free on my head. I even wrote a little continuation/expansion of that scene in a drabble.

(Overall, the books aren't perfect. The focus is Daphne and Velma's friendship and that means too little focus on Shaggy and Freddie. But it was absolutely worth it. It was like the best Frelma fanfic but actually canon in its verse. Clinging to those books forever)

Honorific mentions of other versions: the "DORKY CHICKS LIKE YOU TURN ME ON TOO" line in the live action (lmfao) (Linda Cardellini and Freddie Prinze's chemistry was awesome), Fred going all the way to show her he appreciates everything she does in Be Cool Scooby Doo, and their scenes together in The Mystery Begins. Also every moment they share the screen in 'Mystery Incorporated: Welcome to Coolsville'. That version of the characters was the best one in recent years.

Headcanons now:

1) Has anyone watched that animated short horror video parodying the totally awful Velma show? The one with eldritch monster Scooby? Yeah they're together the next time Scooby reboots reality. Both of them are aware of what's going on and try to scape the time loop (confusing if you don't know the story of the video 'Velma Meets The Original Velma' on YouTube, plz watch it)

2) Moving on to greener grasses, eventually they have twin boys, Ricky and Roger (named after Fred and Shaggy). Obviously Daphne and Shaggy are the godparents.

3) Shaggy let's them adopt 3 puppies from the Doo family years in the future.

4) Scrappy lived with them for some time. Velma was the only one who could boss him around. Fred spoiled him.

5) Velma sends him food to his work out of nowhere because sometimes she's sure he's forgotten to eat. He does the same plus flowers. Both of them are right: they forget to have dinner. Shaggy never shuts up about it.

6) (I usually go with Archeologist!Fred and Astronomer!Velms. They travel a lot) (The kids are homeschooled until they can leave for a boarding school)

7) Ricky and Roger are mama boys

8) Fred does the taxes. Velms always forgets.

9) Shaggy is a chef (duh) and Daphne a private detective and they're never too far away. Their kid is a little older than the twins but they hang out a lot. Sometimes Velma refers to Daphne as 'her sister' so the boys don't figure out Daphne isn't their 'actual aunt' until they're older.

10) Velma has a photo of him on her wallet. Fred is the little spoon.

#Pfff I'm always on my frelma train #All I need is a little push and I'll write endlessly about those dorks #Also watch Welcome To Coolsville they're everything there #And read the books they're totally worth it #Frelmas fandom is small but dedicated and my favorite place #Eventually I always come back to Scooby Doo #Bury me with the Frelma books in the coffin #I also ship the other 3 combinations but Frelma was the first one so it has a special place #scooby doo #Daphne and velma trilogy #Daphne and velma the Vanishing Girl #Daphne and Velma Dark Deception #Daphne and Velma Buried Secrets #I'll always thank C for getting me the last book #Frelma #velma dinkley #fred jones #shaphne

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the-ikran-man · 11 months

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@recom-week Secret Prompt: Horror: Existential - Eldritch - Cosmic

Warning:

Some cursing

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Log 1: Miles Quaritch

It's been at least 7 hours since I woke up in this ship. Stuck in that death trap they call a tank. I had to break it to get out, no matter how much I yelled, no one came to help me, cut myself up pretty badly.

I found some clothes, which is good, but I haven't seen anyone else yet, which is...not good.

I'll explore some more later on, or tomorrow, time is hard to gauge out here, it could have been a whole week for all I know.

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Log 2: Miles Quaritch

Figured I'd map out the place, know where I am and everything. Found a working tablet, started using that. It's a temporary fix, I know, it'll run out of power at some point, but for now, it's the best I got.

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Log 3: Miles Quaritch

Found something that could be considered food while I was mapping out more of the ship. Weird outer space crap I wouldn't even feed to a dog.

At least I got something to eat now, beggars can't be choosers. Especially right now. Who knows if I'll find anything else.

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Log 6: Miles Quaritch

Fuck, I don't know when my luck really kicked in, but I found-

I found Wainfleet, I've never been so glad to see his ugly mug in my entire life. He was hidden away in this storage room, huddled up in the corner, shaking like a leaf.

He's been muttering about things in the walls ever since I found him. Don't know how long he's been here, hiding, but he must have woken up before me, if the state of the place is anything to go by.

Feels good to not be alone anymore though.

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Log 9: Miles Quaritch

I'm a little bugged out about the things Lyle's been muttering about. Things in the walls. Too many eyes, too many teeth. That's real freaky, considering I haven't seen heads or tails of anything outside of us. Think his paranoia is getting to me.

I'm a little more cautious when I go out to map the final parts of the ship.

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Log 12: Miles Quaritch

Lyle's started following me around. First time he's come out of his little hidey hole. He sticks too close, like a lost kid, his tail curled around some part of me at all times.

Really haven't seen him this freaked out before.

I found some more food, gave it to him, don't know when's the last time he's had anything resembling a meal. He struggles to get it down like he's forgotten how to eat.

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Lyle doesn't get any better over the course of days. if anything he gets worse. Quaritch had a place he went to when he wasn't moving about the ship, but Lyle refused to go anywhere near it, shoving himself back into that storage room to hide.

"It's safe, it's safe, it's safe," he mutter when Quaritch tried to get answers out of him about it. He'd never explained beyond that.

He'd point out areas and things like something was going to leap out of them ready to attack, trembling like a baby deer.

---

"No..." Lyle whispers as he presses himself further against the wall, like if he tried hard enough he'd merge with it.

Quaritch is over in the doorway, braid in hand, having decided to take matters into his own hands.

"It's either this or you tell me what you've been seeing that got you ready to jump out the airlock."

Lyle cowered.

"Braid way it is then," Quaritch said, moving further into the room.

Lyle doesn't make it easy, letting out such a screech it makes Quaritch's ears go back, though doesn't really stop him.

They struggle in the space, Quaritch just trying to get Lyle to connect with him so he could just see whatever is going on in Lyle's head, so he could understand why he was freaking out so much.

Quaritch wins out in the end.

He doesn't like what he finds, what he sees, wht he feels.

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Separating from Lyle is like trying to pull sandpaper off your arm, like attempting to swallow when your throat is dry and raw.

Lyle curls up in a ball, sobbing in broken notes as Quaritch pulls away, from him moving quickly away from him, his chest heaving, reaching and gripping the doorway with trembling hands as he tries to comprehend what he'd just experienced.

"You saw them too, you saw them too," he can just hear Lyle say-no, whimper, the other rocking jerkily back and forth.

Quaritch doesn't stay in there. He can't.

He flees from there, to the safety of his own space, finding a something solid to sit against.

He tries to tell himself that he was going to be fine. What he'd seen, what Lyle had- he hadn't seen anything right in front of his face, maybe Lyle was just messed up so bad being out here by himself, before Quaritch showed up and found him, that's he'd started to imagine things.

Yeah, that had to be, that's what it was.

That's all.

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And then some time later, once he's managed to convince himself that he'd experienced through Lyle hadn't been real, when he's falling back into his sort of new routine, he hears them.

In the walls.

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A/N: Recom week has been so fun for us to participate in. We don't normally join in on these types of things, but we're really glad we did this time.

#recomweek #recombinant miles quaritch #recombinant lyle wainfleet #avatar #avatar way of water #my fic #horror

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akashigadabi · 11 months

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I had some people asking if AFO and Reader would have kids, and like yes, that’s been planned for a while and will be available for those who want it? I have two to three different versions in mind with each technically an AU of the other (and technically also all an au of the main story if you’d rather imagine them without kids lmao) but also all versions being canon. Message me if that’s too confusing, cause I know it sounds wonky but I swear it works 😂

The two to three different versions thing is because the reader is gender neutral, and so to honor that I would write two to three different variations for how them having a child goes down. They do adopt a few kids (an OC, Tomura/Tenko, and maybe Eri unless she ends up as an adopted grandkid instead), but Quirks make it easier for them to have biological children too, regardless of their original anatomy or fertility. Which means Tomura has older siblings and gets to be the baby of the family for the longest time lmao 😂

Anyway, I just spent two hours trying to figure out names for their kids and grandkids and didn’t get very far because I couldn’t decide what to use lmao. I do know that their first born kid is a girl, mostly because I’m tired of stories giving everyone a son, and I don’t think AFO would be sexist about his immediate heir because who cares what someone’s gender is when people can literally glow, breathe fire, and shoot lasers from their bodies??? There’s nothing about being a boy that would make someone a better leader, nor would it make anyone more competent at using their Quirk. Also, even if he was dumb enough to try shit, Heretic would make that one “I’m very disappointed in you face”, and because this AFO drinks his “I respect my spouse/darling” juice, he simply wouldn’t dare try to pass over an older daughter for her younger brother. He just cares that his kid is strong, formidable, and strikes fear into the hearts of their enemies. He doesn’t care if they’re a male eldritch horror in the making, a female eldritch horror in the making, or a genderless or intersex eldritch horror in the making.

#all for one x reader #afo x reader #heretic verse

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fin-the-fissssssh · 5 months

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yo hatchetfield oc post time :P (1st pic is a picrew, 2nd and 3rd are my art)

Harper Kimura

Pronouns: she/they

Age: 19

Height: 5’2”

Birthday: February 5th

Gender: Cis Female (gnc as fuck tho lmao)

Sexuality: Omnisexual

Parents: Yuto and Ren Kimura

Significant Other: Phoebe Brooks (another hf oc, i’ll make a post abt her one day when i have more lore figured out)

i stg one day i’ll make an updated ref of them with color sobs

fun facts/lore

voice claim is black lemonade cookie from cookie run kingdom!

japanese-american 3/4 japanese, 1/4 white)

they have an emotional support doggo (fuckin big ol grey akita ouppy) named mochi :D

harper and phoebe live together! they have an apartment

they’re kinda flatchested but tbh they couldn’t give less of a fuck

they have a lotus flower tattoo in memory of their parents on their shoulder blade (like. back shoulder. idk anatomy lmfao) :((

they do actually have living relatives! harper’s grandparents on her dad’s side are both alive, just out of state, and her grandma on her mom’s side lives in clivesdale (only to stay away from the starry children, she fucking hates clivesdale still), tho her maternal gpa is dead unfortunately :((

one of the few things she kept from childhood was the necklace with the blue crystal pendant from her mom, she was given it the night before her parents died

harp actually has a nice singing voice, but they REFUSE to sing bc of pokey, the most they do is hum or vary rarely sing along to the radio

so harper’s connected to pokey.

think like,,, venom parasite minus the transformation stuff. harper was forced to be a vessel for pokey in a ritual by the starry children, but the ritual never got to finish. harp’s still kinda tethered to pokey and a bit infected. they wanna be a pilot one day and leave hatchetfield with phoebe but *god* it’s hard when there’s an eldritch horror who sometimes pops into their thoughts or dreams to fuck with em.

backstory (subject to change bc i’m indecisive as fuck <3)

Harper used to be a happy kid, until the Starry Children came for her family, both to claim harper to eventually be a temporary vessel for pokey, and because they had a grudge against her parents since they witnessed some of the shit the cult was up to. Harp was hidden away the night her parents died, and suddenly the Starry Children came in pretending to be her rescuers and that they couldn’t save her parents in time. The last thing from home they saw before the door closed were their parents’ bodies :(( and they didn’t even know that their ‘rescuers’ were the fuckers that ruined their life for a ritual until years later. Early on, Harper was forced to act formal and “perfect” in order to suit Pokey, and eventually the ritual happened, but it went pretty badly since Harper was still young and fought back against the literal parasite trying to invade. It left her with a giant, crack-like scar across her chest tho and permanent blue eyes. I’d like to think that early on, Harp doesn’t actually understand Pokey’s the one fucking with her head/the cause of the infection, and instead she thinks he’s some imaginary friend for a bit. The Starry Children completely isolated her from any family she had, including her grandma, who thought she died with her parents. The cult paid for Harp's education and stuff, but they grew up a really lonely and timid kid.

When they finally turned 16, the cult planned to try the ritual again. Overhearing that, she made a plan to escape and before the ritual started, they managed to get out. not without losing an eye to a cult member tho. They made it to the HFPD and with the funds they still had left, Harp did their best to keep living and go to hf high. They were able to finally reunite their grandma, and with her help was able to graduate. (Even tho her gma lives in clivesdale, Harper refused to become a clivesdale chemist. fuck no. They would rather drive all the way to hf high) Post-high school, she developed a more snarky, grumpy persona after the trauma she endured, but in reality, she’s still just scared of ever encountering the cult again. They could get her any time she wanted to in her mind, but in reality the cult gave up after Pokey demanded a different vessel instead. They’re in a relatively better place now, living peacefully with Phoebe, who they treasure above all else, and they’re still really close with their gma :D

#harper tag #hatchetfield oc #hatchetfield #fishscreams #fisharts

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anonymous-dentist · 2 years

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oh if we’re doing karlnapity fic recs, here are some of my favorites!

You’re Dead by Anonymous

“So, what, Dream made a deal with a demon and got possessed?” Quackity asks.

The notion should be laughable. Sapnap should be able to laugh it off. But something just…

“Couldn’t we just break the deal, then?” Karl asks. “Wouldn’t that get the demon to leave?”

“So… exorcism,” Quackity settles on. He shrugs. “It’s what we decided on first. We just need to figure out how to do it.”

“And we need to figure out how to get Dream in the pentagram or whatever,” Sapnap adds. “He’s not stupid. He’ll see I’m a vampire and’ll just kill me. And then he’ll kill Quackity for killing me.”

Karl sneers, eyes darkening, literally, their glow darkening to a normal, human level. “He can try.”

Vampire hunter Sapnap wakes up a vampire, which is somehow the least of his problems. Because besides having to deal with his accidental piece of shit sire, Quackity, and Quackity’s wacky, yet lovable, eldritch horror not-boyfriend Karl, Sapnap has to deal with the highs and lows of undeath and his best friend being possessed by a demon. Shit sucks! (Pun not fucking intended, thank you very much.)

Bury Me Beneath the Golden Sage by Anonymous

“Karl, did you steal a dude?” Sapnap teasingly asks.

Well, uh, maybe, but he doesn’t need to know that. Not unless it’s important, and maybe it will be important at some point. There are many concerning things about Quackity, not the least of which being him apparently being sent to Kinoko to kill the gods damned king, and that will probably require Sapnap’s attention at some point. But now? Nah.

“Mmmmaybe,” Karl hums.

Karl is King George’s official court mage, and that’s fine and all. He’s got a hot boyfriend already, and he gets a pretty hefty paycheck once a month, and that’s all pretty cool. And then he breaks a guy out of the dungeons who wasn’t supposed to be there, and his life gets much more complicated.

Rotten to the Core by Anonymous

“Nice trick,” Quackity coolly says, desperately trying to sound braver than he feels.

Schlatt preens under the praise, mood flipped, neck craning slightly. “I know. It ain’t mine, though, I’m just borrowing it. Hey, lemme ask you something, kid, do you always dream of your ex-boyfriend like this? Kinda creepy if you ask me.”

Again, yeah, no, this definitely isn’t Schlatt. If Quackity wasn’t sure that something was up, this would solidify it. Schlatt would get all pissy if Quackity even mentioned thinking about wanting to take a break. Piece of shit. Rot in hell, bastard.

But if this isn’t Schlatt, and this is a dream, then what the fuck is going on? This isn’t Schlatt, but it’s someone in Quackity’s dream or whatever. That can control the dream, unless this is a lucid dream, but Quackity has never been able to do that. Lucid dreaming never works for him; all it does is bring his sleep paralysis demon around to play.

A lot of weird stuff has been happening to Quackity lately, but this might just take the cake.

“What are you?” Quackity hesitantly asks.

“What, can’t you tell?” Schlatt innocently asks. His head lolls slightly as a Cheshire smile creeps across his face, uncanny and far too wide for a human face. “I’m a god, and you’re fucked, kid.”

Quackity crashes his car into a tree and finds out he’s a demigod in the span of a very confusing 72 hours. Less than a day later, he’s back on the road playing chauffer to a kid named Sapnap as he quests his way down to South Carolina. The Apple of Discord is on the loose, and so is its mistress, and that shit ain’t gonna fly, not on Athena’s watch. And this is fine and all, really, but how does this weird hitchhiking mortal fit into this?

#a.d.'s fics i suppose.#a.d.'s fics i suppose #fic recs!#i laughed doing this lol #anyway this is my sexy-ass fic list follow for more hashtag poggers

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