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The Hellfire Club: Eddie Munson

CHAPTER ONE: WELCOME TO HAWKINS

SERIES SUMMARY: After the death of her mother, Y/n Hargrove is forced to pack up, leave sunny California behind and relocate to the town where she witnessed her brother's death: Hawkins. On her first day at Hawkins High, Y/n is recruited to the 'Hellfire Club', where she creates an unlikely friendship with the leader - Eddie 'The Freak' Munson.

Just when Y/n's life seems to be straightening out and she begins developing feelings for Eddie, Hawkins is terrorised by a series of brutal killings that her new friend is wrongly accused of committing. Can Y/n and her friends find a way to defeat the new threat before it's too late?

SERIES WARNINGS: Canon-typical horror/death, fluff, slowburn, mutual pining, eventual smut, season 4 spoilers.

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1 YEAR AGO:

June 1985.

Golden evening beams flickered over the Californian hills as a blue Chevrolet Camero rumbled down an empty road. Music boomed through the open windows, masking the sound of the roaring engine. Warm air flowed between your fingers as you stuck your arm out the window, twirling and flicking your hand against the push of the wind. You squinted against the setting sun as your eyes landed on a bright blue sign that stood out from the sandy hillside.

LEAVING CALIFORNIA: COME BACK SOON

“Been ages since I left this place,” You said, glancing at your brother, who was tapping his ring clad fingers on the steering wheel. “Been ages since I last saw you.”

The memory of an uncomfortable reunion at a local Pizzeria two summers prior flashed across your mind. You and your mother had arranged to meet your brother for a meal, but your dad, his new girlfriend and her daughter tagged along, against your mother's wishes. Needless to say, your mum bailed out and you had to endure the awkward dinner on your own. How long ago had that been? Two years?

“Yeah, you can thank dad for that.” Billy’s jaw clenched. “Wouldn’t let me leave that shit-hole of a town to visit you.”

“Is Hawkins really that bad?” You raised an eyebrow. Billy had mentioned his dislike of Hawkins over the infrequent phone calls you shared, but he had never said why.

“Oh yeah. It stinks of shit, for starters. It’s filled with old people, there is absolutely nothing to do and it’s always fucking raining.” Billy probably could have listed dozens more reasons as to why he hated Hawkins, but he restrained himself.

“Jeez,” You shook your head and laughed. “Don’t make me regret saying yes to visiting you guys for the summer or I might have to ask you to turn the car around.”

“Please, I’d prefer to spend the summer in Cali with you and mum.” Billy let out a bitter chuckle as he stepped on the gas. “But she didn’t even bother to say ‘hi’ when I picked you up.”

“She wanted to see you. She really did, but I think she was scared that you wouldn’t want to talk to her and...she was really sick this morning. Probably didn’t want to infect you too.” You guessed she just felt too overwhelmed - it has been years since she had last seen him after all. You could hear Billy mumble something, but it was drowned out by Ozzy Osbourne’s (in your opinion) horrendous singing. “How’s dad? Does he still…you know… is he any better?”

“Worse.”

“Oh.” Your brows knitted together as you fiddled with the miniature yellow polaroid camera in your lap."Is that how you got that bruise?" You said, referring to the yellowish-purple bruise that graced Billy's cheekbone.

Billy nodded but stayed silent. Throughout their relationship, your mum and dad would get into bad verbal fights, but it was only at the end of their marriage when they got physical. Each night would end the exact same way: you and Billy huddled in your shared room, trying to distract each other by whatever means necessary from the screaming and crashing downstairs.

When your mum wasn’t home, your dad would instead take his anger out on Billy, to make him into ‘more of a man’ or some other bullshit excuse he used to make himself feel better about beating his kid. You were the lucky one - he never hit you. You never understood why Billy chose to live with your dad after the divorce, though you never dared to ask.

“I’m sorry, Billy.” You whispered as a pit of guilt began to burrow in your stomach. “I really thought that he would have sto-”

“Doesn't matter.” Billy cut you off. “Just under a year left of school and then I can leave for good.”

“Where will you go?” A smile formed on your lips as you changed the subject. “Do you still want to be an astronaut?”

“Ha-ha, very funny.” Billy flicked the side of your head.

“That hurt!” You glared at him as you rubbed your temple. “Anyway, I was being serious. You were always obsessed with space.”

You remembered your shared bedroom: Billy’s half of the room was painted a deep blue and had white paint splattered over the walls to mimic the constellations and the milky way, there wasn’t a clothing item or toy out of place and his bed was covered in E.T themed sheets. Your side of the room, on the other hand, was a mess of clothes, stuffed toys and Lord of the Rings posters - something you never really grew out of.

“I’m not a nerd anymore, unlike you.” Billy grinned and began flicking through the radio channels. “And to answer your question, I have a life-guard job lined up in California once I graduate.”

“I am not a nerd, thank you very much.” You folded your arms across your chest. Just because you like fantasy books and had good grades did not mean you were a nerd, or at least that’s what you told yourself. “And that’s great!”

“Yeah, just can’t wait to get the hell out of Hawkins,” Billy said before glancing at you. “Max will like you.”

“Why?” You raised a brow at the sudden change in subject. The first and only time you had met Max was at the Pizzeria and the entire time she ignored you (and you could have sworn she stole a slice of your pizza when you weren’t looking).

“She's a freaky nerd, like you.”

"I am not a freaky nerd!” You groaned and slapped Billy’s arm, which only made his lips curl into a shit-eating grinning.

“Whatever.” Billy shook his blond head and cranked up the radio’s volume to the highest level. “You still like this song?”

You flinched from the sudden increase in volume, which you did not think was possible considering how loud the music was before. Despite the throbbing in your ears, you instantly recognised the song's opening chords: Separate Ways (Worlds Apart).

“Hell yeah, I do!” You grinned and pushed yourself upright in your seat. You’d never miss an opportunity to sing along to your favourite band.

“Please don’t sing-”

“Here we stand, worlds apart!” You soaked in every moment of pain on your brother's face as you purposely shouted the lyrics at the top of your lungs to annoy him. “Someday, love will find you, break those chains that bind you!”

By the time the song hit the second chorus, you had elbowed Billy enough times in the ribs to convince him to join in as well. You don’t didn’t know how long it had been since you had laughed so hard as you belted out the lyrics with your brother. From time to time you would snap photos of Billy with the yellow polaroid which would earn a smack from him and a laugh from you. By the time the song was over, the wind from the open windows had whipped your hair into a mess and your cheeks burned from smiling too hard as the sun flickered its last golden rays over your face before it sunk below the horizon.

If you had known that would be one of your last happy memories with your brother, you would have cherished those moments a little longer.

NOW:

August 1986.

The windshield wipers frantically swiped from side to side, but they made little difference to the downpour that was crashing against your car. Of all the days the weather decided to take a turn for the worst, it had to be the day that you were moving.

After around thirty more minutes and a gas stop, you finally spotted it, the sign you were searching for this entire time:

“Gonna need a damn arc at this rate.” You muttered, watching as the grates on either side of the road bubbled with floodwater. As you came to a red light, you took a sip of burning hot chocolate from your flask and glanced down at the map that lay crumpled on the passenger seat, trying to make sense of the scribbled directions you wrote for yourself before you left.

If your estimates were correct, you should be arriving in Hawkins within the next few miles. The road to Hawkins seemed a lot longer than you remembered. Despite trying to distract yourself with the radio, you couldn’t shake the feeling of loneliness as you turned each winding corner and highway.

WELCOME TO HAWKINS, INDIANA.

Your grip on the steering wheel tightened as you passed by the familiar sign. You remembered the excitement you felt when you first laid eyes on it. Now you could only feel a heavy sickness settle in your stomach. The events from last summer still haunted you, that monster still visited you in your dreams, your brother's body falling to the ground still flashed across your mind and Max’s screams still pierced your ears.

Welcome to Hawkins - more like Welcome to Hell.

At least you had friends there. That’s what you told yourself to keep yourself somewhat sane, though you had heard that some of them had moved to California. Ironic, you thought as you drove through the centre of the Hawkins. The town seemed so mundane, like nothing out of the ordinary would ever happen there. Like a massive flesh monster didn’t just terrorize the people only a year prior. Like everything was normal.

Hawkins seemed like a town stuck in time, it looked exactly the same as when you first visited. The diner that your dad and Susan took you on your first night had its large blue doors propped wide open, the swimming pool that Billy gave you lessons in had a massive flashing ‘OPEN’ sign stuck in the window and the theatre that Robin and Dustin had dragged you to watch The Breakfast Club had a massive queue lined up outside.

When you were about to give up all hope of locating Max and Susan’s house, you spotted a sign indicating towards the Helensburgh Caravan Estate. You relaxed a little as you turned the corner onto the caravan park. At least you had found the damn place. The crunching of gravel under the cars' tiers made you shudder - if that gravel wore down your tiers tread, you would be pissed. You slowed down a little to look at each number on every caravan’s door.

All you had to do now was find where Max and Susan lived, which was easier said than done. After your brother's death, your dad and Susan split up and sold their house. You tried contacting your father but he seemed to have just disappeared.

This meant that after your mother's death last month, you had no choice but to move in with your ex-relatives, Max and Susan. Max was cool, she shared some of your interests and last summer you guys really bonded. Susan not so much. Though she always acted courteously towards you, you knew she never really warmed up to the idea of you being a part of her ‘family’.

“Jesus H. Christ…that hurt like a bitch!” The guy groaned and pushed his mess of brown hair from his eyes.

“C’mon, where is number seven?” You muttered to yourself when you heard a thump and a yell. You stomped on the break-in in surprise, frantically looking for the source of the noise.

Had you hit someone? With sweaty hands, you leapt out, praying that you hadn’t killed someone. It would really suck if you were arrested for murder on your first day in Hawkins. Just when you reached the front of the car, you spotted a dishevelled looking guy push himself up from the ground with a grunt. Okay, he’s not dead.

“Oh my God, are you alright?” You rushed over and helped picked up the books that he had dropped (presumably when you almost killed him).

“Y-yeah?” He said, more like a question rather than an answer. “I think.”

“I’m so sorry, I didn't mean to!” You apologised, running your hands through your hair. You chewed on your lip as the guy in front of you raised a brow. Would he call the cops? Was he injured? “I didn’t see you and then boom! You were on the ground. It was a total accident, I swear-”

“Jeez, chill out.” The guy in front of you chuckled a little as he brushed down his jeans. You stared at him with wide eyes. Why was he laughing? Did he have a concussion? “You seem more upset than me. It’s not a big deal, plus it’s not the first time I have been hit by a car.”

“Still, I should have paid more attention.” You said as your heart rate slowed a little. He looked ruffled, his jeans were torn at the knees, his hair was a mess and he looked a little unsteady. “Are you hurt?”

“I doubt I shall ever recovery from these wounds.” You stared at him with wide eyes as he placed a hand over his heart and pretended to faint. Had you knocked this dude into insanity?

“Are you alright-AH!” You yelped as he jumped forward with frenzied eyes. Yep, he’d lost it.

“I’m fine.” He grinned as he watched you take a step back. “First time I was hit, I had to go to the A&E. And oddly enough, I was hit by a car that looked exactly like that one.” He pointed towards the blue Camero.

“Oh…that’s weird.” You awkwardly forced a smile as the guy in front of you started pacing.

“Yeah, it is.” He paused and stared at you. You shuffled awkwardly as he looked at you up and down and frowned. “I don’t recognise you, are you new?”

“Uh, yeah.” You said, feeling a little intimidated. “Just moved here today.”

“Well, I guess I’ll see you around.” He said, but just before he left, he turned around and looked you dead in the eye. “Hit me again, and you best hope I’m dead.”

“I-”

“See ya!” He cut you off and turned on his heel. You stood there stunned as you watched him walk across the estate, towards caravan number four. Did he just threaten you? Was he being serious? You slowly rubbed your face, feeling like you had whiplash from that guy's behaviour. What the hell just happened? Before you could think too much about it, you heard someone call your name. You turned around and spotted a red-haired girl rushing over to you, beaming from ear to ear.

“Max!”

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By the time Monday morning rolled around, you had pretty much unpacked everything and settled into your new home. Your room was a lot smaller than the one you had back in California, but it was cosy. You had hung up your posters, re-arranged the bed and the desk, organised your clothes and decorated your walls with polaroid pictures and vinyls.

Only one box remained unpacked - a box which you hadn’t opened in over a year. That box got shoved into the deepest and darkest corner under your bed. It was just like home. Almost. Of course, word had already gotten around to your friends that you had arrived (probably spread by Max) and the telephone was constantly ringing over the weekend.

“Hey, can you drive us to school?” Max’s head popped around the side of your door. “Mum’s passed out again.”

“Yeah, that’s fine. Guess we can just leave now then.” You said, shrugging on the oversized denim jacket that hung over the side of your desk chair before following Max through the caravan towards the front door. The sickly smell of smoke clung to the thick air and yellowed the once (presumably) white walls. You hadn’t really had time to talk to Max about last summer, but it was obvious that it had taken a toll on both her and her now alcoholic mother.

“Should we wake her up?” You asked when you passed through the living room, pointing to Susan who was sprawled out over the cheap Maralunga sofa with a half-empty bottle of Carlsberg clutched loosely in her hand. Her now messy auburn hair, smudged makeup and stained clothing looked a far cry from the soignée lady you met back at the Pizzeria only a few years back.

“Nah, she’ll be fine. Always gets mad when I wake her.” Max had to shove the front door a few times with her shoulder before it gave way and cracked open. You threw Susan one last glance before following Max out into the driveway.

A coolness from the previous night still hung in the air and the morning sun glimmered through the canopy of trees that lined the Caravan park. Though you missed the blazing mornings in California, you had to admit the cooler climate in Hawkins was refreshing. When you opened your mouth to comment on the temperature, you noticed Max’s smile fade as she opened the passenger seat to the blue Camero.

“You alright?” You asked as you climbed into the driver's seat beside her, though you could already guess what was troubling her.

“Uh, yeah.” Max forced a tight-lipped smile before looking out the window. “Just…y’know.. weird being this car again.”

“Yeah.” You fiddled with the keys as you tried to form a response. If you were honest, hadn’t gotten used to the feeling of driving that car, even though it had been in your possession for over a year. “Feels weird to drive it too.”

“I bet you a better driver than him, though.” Max said after a few moments, in an attempt to lighten the mood.

“I wouldn't bet on it.” You snorted, shoving the keys into the ignition as Max’s face turned into one of terror. “I just got my licence.”

To your disappointment, you hadn’t yet shared any classes with the three people you knew in your year: Robin, Nancy and Steve. And during lunch you couldn’t find Dustin, Mike, Lucas or Max, so you sat alone eating the terrible canteen food.

Maths was the last class of the day, and you just felt like giving up. You sat at the back of the classroom, trying to ignore the stares and whispers of the other classmates as they peered at you over their shoulders like you were some endangered zoo animal. Your gaze landed on the board which was strewn with numerous squiggly lines, symbols and letters. Letters? Why the hell was the alphabet involved with math?

“I’m sure our new student, Mrs Hargrove, would like to give this equation ago!” Mrs Reid said, snapping you out of your daze. As soon as she mentioned your surname, a chorus of whispers flowed through the class, and from what you could hear, they weren’t very nice.

“Uh, not particularly.” You said, feeling the eyes of your fellow students burn into your flushed skin.

“I’ll let you off this time since this is your first day.” Mrs Reid said, sending you a wink. “But next time I want you to solve this.”

You only nodded as she picked another student to answer her question. A sigh of relief left your lips and you slumped back in your seat. You would have to find a way to avoid any future math classes. Back in California, each time you had a math period, you would sneak over the school fence and hang out with Argyl in the back of his van and smoke dope, though you doubted he would be willing to drive all the way to Hawkins every day just so you could ditch class.

“Psst!” Someone whispered, catching your attention. You turned around in your seat, to be greeted by a blond guy in a white and green Hawkins High sweater.

“What?” You whispered back.

“Is it true?” He asked, leaning over his desk to get closer to you.

“Is what true?” You frowned, watching as he practically gripped the edge of his desk with an obviously fake grin plastered to his face. Why was everyone in Hawkins so damn creepy?

“That Billy is, or should I say, was your brother?” As soon as those words left his lips, your stomach dropped.

“Yeah.” Was all you said before you snapped your head back to the front of the class. You didn’t want to talk about him. And you especially did not want to talk about him with that random creep behind you. You felt him poke your back and whisper something else, but before you could tell him to sod off, a noise sounded over Mrs Reid’s drawling voice.

Ring, ring.

“Thank God.” You muttered yourself as the bell rang through the class, indicating the end of the school day. You barely paid attention to the teacher as she shouted homework instructions over the eruption of chatting, chairs scraping against the ground and students pouring out the classroom door. You quickly grabbed your bag and rushed to the door, eager to get away from the guy before he could get a chance to further question you.

As soon as you stepped over the threshold and into the packed hallway, you heaved a heavy sigh. You were free to go home, forget about the day and read Fellowship of the Ring with a cup of steaming hot chocolate. Before you could plan any further activities that you could take part in within the comfort of your own home, you heard a voice call your name and the sound of heavy footsteps. Before you could even register who was calling you, a weight crashed right into your back.

“Jesus!” You caught yourself before you almost tumbled backwards into the lockers. When you managed to twist yourself around to see who had latched themselves onto you, you came face to face with none other than a beaming Dustin Henderson.

“Nope, just me.”

“Dustin!” You laughed, pulling him into a hug. “How are you, man? I tried looking for you at lunch!”

“I’m great and it’s great to see you!” Dustin said, pulling away, though he looked like he was about to implode with excitement. “We have so much to talk about, like did you see the new Police Academy? When you were moving, did you see El, Will and Jonathan? Did you meet Suzie? Did you know that four more teeth have come through-”

“Whoah, slow down there, buddy.” You laughed, flicking Dustin’s hat. “I’ll be here for a whole year, no need to rush.”

“Right, sorry.” Dustin chuckled. He had grown alot since you last saw him and his curly locks were a few inches longer.

“What’s up with that shirt, bud?” You asked, surprised at his choice of a shirt that clashed with his otherwise colourful attire -it was a black and white three-quarter length sleeve with the words ‘Hellfire Club’ written under a flaming devil. Definitely not something you would picture ‘do-no-wrong’ Dustin wearing.

“Oh, this?” Dustin tugged at the shirt with an even wider grin. “I’m part of a D&D club, all members get a shirt.”

“Ah, that makes sense.” You said. “Did you-”

“Which leads me onto another topic of conversation.” Dustin cut you off. “Since you’re new here, I assume you’ll want to make friends?”

“I suppose?”

“And do you still play D&D?”

“I haven’t since last year but I can still play.” You said and raised an eyebrow at the curly-haired boy in front of you. “Why?”

“Well, my dear friend, Y/n, I think we have mutual interests,” Dustin said with his hands on his hips. “You see, we are down one member in the Hellfire club and I was wondering if you want to join? You can make someone cool friends and we get another member.”

“Um, I don’t know Dustin.” You said, chewing your lip. “I’m not the best player.”

“Not the best player?” Dustin almost choked on his words. “Y/n, when we played last year, you never lost a game! Plus your level is higher than most of the guys playing at Hellfire!”

You shrugged and readjusted the backpack straps that were digging into your shoulders. “Anyway, it’s been a while, so I’ll probably be rusty.”

“Doesn’t matter!” Dustin said, exasperated. “I can give you lessons or something. C’mon, just come and meet the guys and then you can decide.”

You rolled the offer around your mind for a few moments. It did sound like a good way to make friends (something you desperately needed) and it could be a good way to get you out of your own head and give you a distraction. Though, you weren’t sure if you wanted to hang out with an even bigger group of nerds than you already did.

“Okay, fine.” You ran your fingers through your hair. “I’ll meet the group.”

“Yes!” Dustin grabbed your elbow and began pulling you through the river of students and down the twisting hallways that were lined with shiny blue lockers and classroom doors. “We just have to convince Eddie to let you join!”

“Who’s Eddie?” You frowned as you came to a stop in front of two large doors that read ‘Drama Department’.

“The leader.” Dustin turned to face you. “Be warned, he can be a little…intense.”

“Dustin, what do you mean by that-”

Before you had a chance to question Dustin any further, he shoved open the doors and pulled you over the threshold. The dimly lit drama studio was surrounded by large black curtains that hung from rails on the ceiling, there were various props scattered over the black vinyl floor and multiple costume rails had been forgotten at the edges of the walls. In the centre of the dark room was a round table strewn with candles, board games and left-over lunch. And around that table sat five people, who were all gawping right back at you.

You glanced at Dustin for some help, but he seemed to be oblivious to how much you wanted the ground to swallow you up, and was waving at his friends with a goofy grin. You shuffled awkwardly on your feet and opened your mouth to introduce yourself to the group, but your words got caught in your throat when your gaze landed on someone familiar, who was sitting right at the head of the table.

Someone you had almost killed with your car.

“Y/n!” Your gaze was ripped away from your potential victim and landed on a raven-haired boy who was stuffing his face with a sloppily made sandwich - Mike Wheeler.

“Hi, Mike.” You stiffly waved at him, though your greeting was cut short.

“So!” The guy you almost hit, clapped his hands and sprang from his seat. “My killer has a name after all.”

“Killer? What is Eddie talking about?” Dustin hissed, snapping his head toward you.

“Long story.” You whispered back as Eddie slowly approached, looking you up and down.

“I’m assuming Dustin has tried to recruit you to the Cult of Vecna, yes?” Eddie asked, coming to a stop in front of you - too close for your liking.

“Yeah.” You said, wanting nothing more than to take a step back, but you willed yourself to stay put. Suddenly Dustin’s warning made sense about this Eddie guy being ‘intense.’ At least you knew that he was always like that and it was not because you knocked him into insanity with your car.

“And why should we recruit you, hmm?” Eddie asked, prodding your shoulder. “What level are you anyway? Level one pixie?”

“Eddie, I wouldn’t antagonize her, she’s scary when she gets mad.” Dustin warned his friend but was promptly brushed off by the club leader

At this, the rest of the group burst out into laughter as Eddie continued to stare you down. You could tell what this guy’s game was: he was trying to intimidate you and you were way too damn stubborn to let him win - a trait you had inherited from your father. ‘Two can play that game’, you thought as you stepped closer to Eddie so that you were right up in his face (and you had to admit that flicker of surprise that crossed his features was rather satisfying).

“Level fourteen Trickery Cleric. Which, I have been informed by Dustin, is higher than most of your group’s characters, am I right?” You said indignantly. “So are we gonna play or are you just gonna stand there and chit-chat?”

The room fell into an astounded silence as Eddie’s continued to stare you down. You tried your hardest to read his expression, but his poker face was too damn good - something you had to work on yourself. You could feel the other group members' gazes shift between you and Eddie as they held their breaths. Just when you thought he was going to kick you out of the room, Eddie’s lips curled into a grin and he shot out his ring-clad hand.

“Welcome to Hellfire.”

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sloppilyeatinggrapes · 4 months

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Starting Syntax!

A lunguist is hired by a mysterious conpany to help with an investigation of a strange phenomenon: The Breach! A seashell looking thing with syrange inscriptions, that leads to a... different world?

If you are the creator of the podcast please do not read this thread, I don't know if I'll end up liking your show yet u_u

#livelisten #audiodrama #podcast #syntax

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inutaffy · 2 years

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honestly syranger things was such a comfort for me but after vol2 and realizing that mike is just an asshole and is straight or whatever and doesnt struggle with internalized queerphobia then i have no character to really relate to besides will and the way he's treated after s2 is just sad

#this is so cruel #i loved mike so much and what he could represent to me esp to representation on a mainstream show #but oh my god #they dropped the ball #they had the world in their hands #i can't even rewatch s3 bc now i have no justification for mikes behavior #s1 my fav queercoded nerd is now confirmed in love w a girl #said girl had more chemistry with her only girl-friend than with her boyfriend #literallt no romantic tension between them ever #but okay #hes straight.#stranger things #byler #s4 stranger things #stranger things s4 #mike wheeler #michael wheeler #will byers

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simplysimpingchaos · 11 months

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Twisted wonderland x Male yuu

Behind The mirror

Note: there's not much few male yuu so decided to make one might be inaccurate characters, wrong grammar and miss spelling, just doing this to satisfy my need of Male yuu hehe

Note: P/N = Player name

You can decide for their appearance and gender

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sounds of droplet dropping onto the ground woke up a boy as his eyes shot wide open looking around his surroundings to find himself in a empty void blinking his eyes in confusion as he looked around.

yuu was just sleeping soundly inside his dorm after another hectic day in this new world he have always dream at certain things or even hearing some droplets of water even though their no rain or even lossen plumped, Its strange for him to hear things or even have unique dream but everything has always been connected to certain problem

"Oh, When did you get here?"unfamiliar voice called out as he turned around to see person, with a black smoke appearing round the syranger covering half of their appearance, standing infront of him he can hear the tone of surprise and amusement

"Who are you?" Yuu asked curiously as he felt a bit nervous since his somewhere unfamiliar, and stranger have appeared infront of him everything is just too suspicious for him, His already gotten himself isekai onto another world now his stuck inside a white void alone with the stranger infront of him, he have every right to be suspicious

The stranger looked towards him before smiling and replying with a closed eyes " P/N, Just your friendly neighbor~" soon enough the stranger step foot outside the black fog around revealing his appearance they're appearance between A male and female.

"..Wha-??" Yuu looked at stranger or better known as P/N with a confused expression seeing the stranger upclosed he can sense of unknown atmosphere dancing around P/N, yuu stayed quiet it kinda give him a deja vu feelings maybe its kinda similar when encountering the twin always being shady siblings

"comparing other isn't really Nice" P/N voice out his thought which startled yuu he have been quiet and haven't spoken anything, How can he know about it does he have mind reading ability??

"Hm, not exactly but its pretty accurate and similar towards it" P/N spoke shrugging his shoulder their attitude seems more layed back talking to him so causal just like how would a friend talked to each other despite them being strangers and having no connection but P/N seems to know more about yuu then himself

"I mean tht how conversation worked isn't it?" P/N stared at yuu who looked back with a deadpan expression after P/N have just spoken up.

well They're aren't entirely wrong about it that's for sure "Right.. I was just suspicious of you since you literally appeared out of nowhere" yuu Finally spoke up after staying silent as he give out a sighed he wasn't even sure if his inside a dream or have been transported again in another world

"Your still in a dream, and I guess you have every right to be suspicious of me, (Since I know everything)" P/N spoke nodding their head in agreement towards Yuu, leaving the last sentence unspoken as it keep sealed inside his mind "Honestly I didn't expect you to show up here" P/N said in curious tone as they crossed their arm walking closer towards yuu as they tilted their head to the side before smiling at him "More importantly Hows the night raven college?, Having fun i presume" They asked him just like how would a parent asked their children at their first day of school eager to know his experiences

yuu eyed P/N with narrowed glare they just meet and now it know the school he have been living, The suspicious grows more larger, if it ever have been a seeds it would have been growing i rapidly speed of light as staying silent keeping his mind clean and silent he stared at P/N with a deadpan expression

P/N stared at yuu with smile as they chuckle noticing how his mind goes silent and his lips sealed shut clearly not having a interest of sharing his experience as They backed up and standing straight before speaking up "Well their no forcing you, If you wanna keep it secret be my guest Although its best to wake up now"

After they have just said that A loud ear piercing sounds of a clock echoes through out the void making yuu shut their eyes tightly

before opening them finding himself back laying down on the bed as he breath slowly steadily, sitting up from the bed as he looked over at the window outside to see the sun rising before looking down to see grim deep in his slumber talking about tuna and other dishes

"What a strange dream..."

is it a dream?... or something else he doesn't know he just hope he can return back to his own home

#twisted wonderland #Maleyuu #twisted wonderland x maleyuu #twistedwonderland wonderland x player #Scenario

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how-queerious · 2 years

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honestly tired of straight fans of shows who can't understand the queer subtext or echoing of queer experiences in media. whether it is intentional on behalf of the writers, specific acting/directorial/framing choices, or simply storylines that are so near to real life queer experiences that neither the writers room nor the "stage team" intended. this also applies to costuming details (i.e. Eddie's black handkerchief in Stranger Things) and lighting choices (see any instance of bisexual colour palettes in emotionally charged or intimate scenes).

These straight fans are really beginning to get to me. and i say straight fans because in the instances I'm seeing its predominantly cishet men and women (teenage and up typically) shitting on queer fans and the essence of fandom in general. the ones who have been making me particularly frustrated lately are straight fans of Stranger Things and Critical Role (as they are two of my biggest interests atm). I want to dive particularly into the Stranger Things piece, as I have many thoughts on the matter. If you want to read my thoughts, you can click Read More. If not, feel free to scroll.

Let's start with the straight fans, particularly younger (mid teens to early 20s), of Stranger Things. They are pushing forward a lot of hate towards fanworks, particularly fanfic, fan songs, and cosplayers. The specific fics and costumers are typically those who portray any kind of queerness or are writing or playing Steve/Eddie (Steddie) and Robin/Nancy (Ronance) from what I've seen, though general hate for cosplayers is increasingly common as well. These fans both publicly and privately berate, mock, and harrass creatives within the fandom space, using the tired rhetoric of "historical accuracy" (because queer folk didn't exist in the 1980s but the in series homophobia that comes to the point of violence did) or "they can't be gay because they're straight".

The "x character cant be gay because y" line is rampant among all age groups of Syranger Things fans, which is disheartening for people new to fan spaces and frustrating for more experienced fans.

The most popular version of this is to say that Steve Harrington can't be anything but straight because he has only extremely explicitly been interested in women. However many of the actors themselves beg to differ, including Joe Keery who plays him. Keery has repeatedly made character choices such as long glances to other male characters lips (Gif 1), getting physically closer than necessary to other male characters (Gif 2), and treating them very similarly to explicit female "love interests".

Having explored Steve's side of the equation, I think its pertinent to discuss Eddie's as well. With Eddie its much harder for the straight fans to make an argument that Eddie could never be queer. He more openly flirts with Steve* (Gif 3), appears to know and use the Hanky Code (which I'll expand on in a moment), and was never presented as the popular macho male type. He is a social outcast, a pariah for both his drug dealing and interests in metal and D&D. He also has a subtly hinted interest in BDSM, as noted by the handcuffs on his belt (Gif 4) and the black handkerchief in his back pocket (Gif 5). The latter is in following the 1980s Hanky Code that was popular in the queer community from the 70s on, though has been diminishing over the paat two decades or so.

*- Joseph Quinn (Eddie's actor) has openly stated that he is playing that angle on purpose, and improvised many of the lines that heavily indicate it. This has been stated in multiple interviews.

There is, however, a secondary issuewith straight fans in relation to Eddie. Straight fans who are shipping Eddie and another character Chrissy Cunningham have a habit of reducing Chrissy to a sweet, simple girl who should get with the "big, strong, masculine bad boy", there by doing a great disservice to both characters, and Chrissy moreso than Eddie. These fans are undercutting the complexities of Chrissy's character and flattening her into a one-dimesional girl-next-door esque young woman, rather than the complex and traumatized person she is. She is sweet and kind (the only highly femme cast member who is not rude or bullying to our main group), but she is also starting to come out of what seems to be a controlling relationship, undergoing abuse from her mother at home, and grappling with an eating disorder. She is a character showing signs of depression, who came to Eddie initally for ketamine to deal with visions from Vecna, and found a possible friend and confidant in Eddie. The two bonded over reputaions not matching up to reality (the vapid cheerleader, the freak who worships satan), and that was a friendship Chrissy needed and deserved. The straight fans reducing her character to a sweet girl for Eddie to corrupt or making her purpose be to "fix" Eddie are harkening on some pretty misogynist stuff to do so, in a way that sets my teeth on edge.

All this is not to say that straight interpretations of Steve and Eddie are wrong, or that shipping Eddie/Chrissy (Eddissy) is inherently bad. It is the attitude towards the queer fans, the rhetoric that eludes to queer fans and fans who are queer allies being delusional for interpreting the characters as queer, the misogynist undertones of many Eddie/Chrissy shippers portrayal of their relationship, and the overarching disrespect these fans have for fandom space and expression. That is what irks me so much.

Anyways, thank you for sticking around to finish the post! If you have anything to add to the discussion, for or against my points, feel free to reblog or comment. Just please be respectful of each other, the discussion space, and myself. Any bullying, harrassment, or juvenile name calling will result in a removal of the comment from the post and a block. Peace out homies!

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #stranger things 4 #stranger things discussion #discourse #disc horse #bit of a rant #but thats my opinion!#i am just Frustrated #and kinda glad i missed most of superwholock's heyday #because sis i would not have survived it #i would've been outie

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followtheravens · 1 year

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I'm writing a fic and can I just share some of the bits from my first draft. I'm writing it on my phone's notes and I write so quickly that half of it is gibberish but it's still mostly readable to me. I guess this post goes to all the perfectionists out there who are too afraid to write (I used to be one). Look, it's okay to write absolute garbage. You can always fix it later! Look at these examples and feel better about your own first draft:

(This is also a little puzzle to see if you can understand what these sentences mean)

"Im going tp go tp town and get thr needed sipplies from the healer therecsnd i wiöl cole straght back yo you." (So many mistakes but it's pretty readable right?)

"Aint nobody goinf to do that fir a syranger."

"The fucker even peitteli him before he said something and lefy. Awfuö lot of show of emphaty from a guy who was going to leave him to hid deatvhm. Wharwver, if hecwaa going tp die, betrer to die as comfortable as possible." (this is my fave because it's so bad in every way. Also if I don't remember a word in english I just replace it with the word from my language and keep on writing as I did here with "peitteli." It means: to cover someone with a blanket.

"the bitter swest on the mages violstibg hik." (I... Iam not sure what this means :Dd I know the beginning means: "bitter sweat on the mages" and then I don't know what the rest is. Maybe violent skin?? Sometimes this happens but I'm not that worried about this. If I can't make out the meaning of some gibberish I wrote, it probably wasn't that important.)

"Thqnk you, aiden aais abd lambert wondered who he was tgankin then ge sleot agsin." (I feel like I have accidentally invented a new language)

"Tp öambert öeaping off the battlements." (can you tell that the "ö" is next to "l" on my phone)

"Lambery was about to tell whoever the hell the guy was to fuck off bit then he toon a second gönave. The "guy" was anotjer wotcjer. (wotcjer :D)

"A litrle beqr trqo wound too much for you?" (you get a gold star if you can guess what this means)

Bonus: Look at all the ways I've written the protagonists name so far (his real name is Lambert): lambery, lsmbert, kambwry, lmaberts, Lambett, öambert, lamjert, lamnert, Lamvert and Lmbert. (dearest blorbo has many names as they say in my country)

I think that's enough. I hope these made you feel better about your writing. If your inner critic keeps you from writing and says you things like "What's the point of writing it if it's not perfect" tell it to shut the fuck up and remember that you have every right to write garbage. Go write your story, I believe in you!

#writing #writblr #fanfiction #first draft #inner critic #i'm so excited to be writing a fic again #it has been so long since the last time #the witcher #lambert will be getting some tender loving care from aiden in this fic #fanfic #lambert the witcher

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batteredwarriorstillstanding · 1 year

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If you do not believe in my abilities (especially to such a degree that what he said did not strike you as erroneous) then there is absolutely no reason to continue with any of this. Truthfully, I believe I heard the proverbial door shut. Loudly....and I have no interest in attempting to reopen it. Fun fact: You have never apologized to me for anything. Despite at least half a dozen different incidences of syrangers approaching me talking all sorts of ridiculous bullshit concerning what I needed to "not do" or "stop doing" where you were concerned....None of these made the slightest sense.NONE....not to mention a fair amount of other weird, accusatory falsehoods. Furthermore, you never even acknowledged wrongdoing, or jumping to faulty conclusions, and, regrettably, spreading your incorrect, unfair assumptions of me to others, causing THEM to do and say bizarre things. NOT ONCE. That door can fucking stay shut. Why don't you and he swap incorrect stories about me, and base them on info that is dead wrong....don't actually challenge me with it

.that, typically doesn't turn out especially well, now does it? Just convince each other. Of course I want nothing to do with him, and that door to you can stay shut, as well.

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callmegkiddo · 2 years

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I can't say anything about simping as i literally simp for steve Harrington and blitzo so yeah.

🌸

I-

The only person I know who simps for syranger things characters are @zombiebudz and mama snow-

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cloudpawmoving · 2 years

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my sister is singing the syranger things song #get off tiktok

#meowing

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housewife-huacheng · 2 years

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the horror in syranger things 4 is... something. i havent been so scared in a long time of the dark after a show/movie and the combination of in your face horror and the psychological one? fuck.

but also... going through the season having a crush on that villain is something

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abimee · 3 years

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anyway goodnight. been having a rough one recently hence no actual content from me i go to my job take a nap play game and eat in betwern nausea and its all i can do right now thanks a bunch

#my appetite has been nonecistent and all foods make me nauseated for a moment #and when i wake up i get really bad panic spells and then get drowsy mid day #so stuff like drawing complex things tis a bit hard when im in the trenches trying to eat some lunch #alongside Mental Health Issues syrangers hace no right to know beyond im having them and its impeding my work #goodnight boston

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anniespoetry · 5 years

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ELEVEN + RANDOM HEADERS

like or reblog if you save it

icons aren't mine

headers: @sevinylicons, (the second one i don't know)

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sneks-n-bickles · 7 years

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I got a crap ton of pillows and blankets and candles and fairy lights and a lap cat. Who wants to come drink tea or coffee and eat blueberries and watch TV and cuddle cuz dang I am starved for affection.

#snek says shit #ill be big spoon im soft and comfy to lean against #we can bitch about music and whatever youre interested in #maybe paint pumpkins later #be best friends for a day #we can hold hands and collect the orange leaves that fell on my portch #and play with the swarms of ladybugs outside #we can talk aboit fandoms and memes and fun cartoons #we can drink wine later and have zuccini pasta and good bread and watch music videos #maybe we can order food if you want something special thats fine #and when we cant laugh anymore and its so late we are falling asleep infront of the tv ill set up the airmatress #give you all the blankets and pillows and you can sleep by the slider door #my cat on your belly #and the sun will rise and you will wake up with a cool breeze and the room will be oranve from the sun filtering through the fall trees #and ill make us coffee and fruit for breakfast and then send you on your way #i just want a best friend i can show affection to #ok to rb if this syrangely specific thing relates to you

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sirjustice1366 · 3 years

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WOW

Ask the same age u die is the same posture of your physic in heaven and if people listen to music not and the consequences of those who loved music on earth and if their is a leverage given to them

And ask who gave every writer, singer their scripts like of Plato and scientist as it goes on and on until it settles dude as waves Kevy placed while on college on trimmed hair on his head

Ask ways to Identify Kamba people , kauma and any race and if this machine using artificial gas/mafuta or mined and even houses which kind of fuel they use b4 they investigate the same and kill as they want their own

Ask which clothes one like and which good with them, ask reasons 4 vision 2030 of Kenya and where they could get cash and why they want Negros out of USA and Negros long to be here and what they fear to relent them

Which tribe in Kenya can Kevy marry and in any nation and why and where did the green man get to and via which means and why and which nation or tribe wants the same 4 their own and ask what can be done to earth outer crust 4 God or Devaura to extend its end days period to millions of years

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Ask which people if taken to other planets can lengthen the earth days and if their is utility or not and ask chain stores selling food from heaven or other planets and even vendors dude Ask which salt type per nation or food is artificial and why and who made it so and the repercussion to people and what to be done to them to avert the whole situation

And ask if one fail to sleep with one they love and on many a woman not want the risk to the society and land and if they fail to insert their penis to the pussy when the woman is naked and the consequences of amoeba in one belly to the ones putting them and to the reach nation allowing the same per nation

Ask if a woman bring many to one without 2nd consideration and hearing what happens to that man and if one disturb one with kids so u know dude

Ushawahi kulalia na mochanda, kebin asks then do jitihada ulalia na kebi

Ask what can be done to u, us and those people seeing things on their eyes so they stop seeing far or the same as they see, what ought to be done or undertaken as even combination of foods they or we can eat to stop the same cause they disturb dude

And ask which liquors per nation side effects to the body parts, with hangover and the best and what if u do with liquor still u get to heaven

Ask what if u do with one writings taming yours the curse on ya body and every one ask the same and identify the curse and even of making things behind the company name and selling if u got no otherwise and the people doing the same dude

Thoka kwa mahope said 3 X in three repetition to war a woman of enjoying sex as if u live poor on earth in heaven u get to mansions and vice versa with other people, so better u live large here in pretense so in heaven u get to ghetto like with Kevy doing it though he wants to live large in heaven cause he understands he is immortal

Ask better live on planets or heaven and on which one and what if u do each planet falls and even other heavenly bodies

Ask who to make any machine with camera on the screen with phone app with inbuilt Bluetooth/WiFi repeaters or extender of ya range like and even door sensor alarms with the above or radar with tablets of ya range or WiFi fixed phone unto it to automatically call ya phone dude

Ask what the dead go to do in Auckland and at which place when one dies and get formalin injection and if its good to get it than get to heaven in 3 days without such injections and ask why one get to Minneapolis or Denver and those who have requested to get to other cities and their list names

Ask which world city can harbor the longest sky scraper between which 2 cities and what they need to place on the side ditches and holes or side short poles or flower cabin to hold the big armored glass building and ask with ya city the tallest building can be made how and of which side dimensions

Ask what in Denver if u hate being in one city what other thing u can be made into and take every other thing living or none living and ask if they were wishes of such people as above as next can be u and if u mess with them sin or u risk going to hell or if they take back feed back dude

Who is the greatest air or arsenal or water or devaura and who are they and if u can kill them and get to know dude

Ask which states they want to give the Negros, short, tall, wide, and any and with Latinos, coloreds, green-card holders, latinas and Red Indians and ask which state USA breath with or America and ask from which states will remain and those wishing to get to other nations and planets and list in CD or given as ask ways to be given in CD format or flash or written format dude

Ask what happens if one consistently wants one food and if bad and reasons for the same dude and what will happen if Kevy let die and what each nation what to do to avert curse on them and the possible curse to each tribe if nelson continue being poor while rich dude

Ask what they want with kevy the Americans sense Kebi got Pakistani blood and if wind pushing the earth and holding it has changed in dimension and from which side to which side and why and reasons why and who made it so and Jesus where who many people and who are they currently and if jealous with Northwhitehead dude and the cause of our Modern plight and who so and all the list and their contribution so is corrected and ask if being warn by society can make ya rich in the end and the associated consequences to ya and in each nation who are warning women of the same yet they know they are swaying them in wrong way to preserve the person u r warned to their own

Kokirwako longi cha tokibrothiye epolo, the one that Kebi using a syrange made spray of lizard blood unto, as Delanu tells Magdalin DIDO mother and many, dido mother was solomom wife and ask if he was intelligent and with David and who gave them those sayings or writing and where they were born

As when they heard Solomon remain gotten out, the Negros if they stopped their ways of coming here and what they think about that and what they will do if they come here and what they will do in USA if they get their and even the Kikuyu and if thwarted and ask those who can turn to a machine in use and how much they are paid and ask 4 the list dude of such folks

People who touches u instead of just talk are bad people, pretense, dude, they abuse ya this minute then the next ya food dude

What do luo and all tribes needs to do to kevy to avert the world curse and where have every machine per head made in each nation sold to and the always wrong advisers any where per area code so they are known to eliminate them

The Govt not yours but 4 the people u r prone to resigning dude just like with Obama or Afraid of being arrested then transfigure dude and get to a land where one who looked like u died like in the sea or disappeared into long like Kenya mobile giant CEO dude, MAYBE THE bOILING thing dude

Who stole odhiambo George of Posta cash in Nairobi list and those who sent him and what they built with the same and if it is curse on our-side and which and how much and who gave him and who advised him and if the monies should be returned and to who dude and what he wanted to do with the same bro

Who credited kevy pay pal a/c and who was sent to investigate him and why and by who and how much was their and to make sweet withdrawal what was to be done to kebi

Ask a question like Canada look to which part of ya country and with every land and relieve ya pain dude and ask why Kenyan state house beautiful than usa white house and what if white house do be more than the former and even with every university in every area in comparison with others where they are better than each and reasons why dude

Locate those people who have liquid cash as above and out of their cash those held in stock as hay and whatevyou and get to them 4 help as Uhuru is rude chasing them all away as they can be ya savior with poorich country to no end dude and USA thing they have taken refuge to far nations to a shame the resigned Devil who is a Kisii, negro and the Devil who aint Negro lovers but Russian as got kisii blood dude

America mit Kaliech, says Delana, while Jayden in fainted voices with fear says mit Kaliech 4 Victor to say in awe repeat again cause not inducted to speak luo and still says Mirt kaliech, kinda, karliech to make Victor turn his head as friends with the elite to smile to laugh to place a sigh of relief in us that this young man is going places and he has said he know he know dude as he has lived in time memorial and history has away of repeating itself dude

Ask which years one has slept with one and like with Eunice if she lived in the USA and did what and if she was Babylon the prostitute in Malindi or Mtwapa Mombasa or not and if his father is Brina father and if they know they know

REASON 4 NELSON SWOLLEN FACE THEY CARE NO ABOUT WITH KEBI TELLING GILBERT THE SAME TO MEET HIS MOTHER IN ROANOKE TO GIVE HIM THE COLOMBIAN VOODOO WITH OSOO AND UHURU AND MANY AS U ASK WHO WENT WITH THEM IN VIDEO FORMAT U SEE DUDE, ask why Kenyans or africans wanna get to canada and the move 4 transversing the continent to explain the same and with kenyan vision 2030. nelsonmcsleepy's profile picture nelsonmcsleepy people were getting gold u ya far land aka Gilbert omwaka, tell them to return the cash and the side effect with their cities as in tumblr a/c sirjustice4, read all though wind have turned and side effects of such low quality gold to human health if good so avoided and how to make machine to discern the same with artificially made 1 dude and if ocampo new and was bridged and how much and how much stolen from lucky dude and all shoot outs in SA and given to who and ask and all will be given names who shared such even dignitaries and even with Conner end to the pacific on ya side

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How can u not be helped, playing wise yet at the end not wise needing my help, how dude, Inhabitants of the earth bro

if u force one with marriage he gets to heaven, yes or not and blessing to them, ask dude so u stop and those forcing ya if gets to hell or heaven and if they love groups or music as in heaven no such and even with big/small house

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Ask if Jesus had sex and kids and all his kids up-to date and list endless and given dude and ask who owns the gramophone that Jesus father Banks had and the associated reasons behind it and where he had bought it and ask why Kikuyu now after knowing heaven there as much as planets, kinda, u see their habits rush to stop as bubble and answers given. And Ask why hw was called chui while Kevy called Aroomtidy and where they want Kebi to get to as which nations

And ask personal mobile satellite server of 1000 KM or 500 KM can be connected to how many lines and if u cross line u pay the other phone company and if it will finish your nation phone company and the combination u need to place as the heap, the chop process, stir, rub, gestures employed or all the method employed and the nature of the land u place the two or much heap that forms the same and ask if u want it shinny with non burnt part what u place with the heap and answers given dude, instead of rush as if a bed bug biting u to steal the same to be 1st as others do and given dude. With everything given

My Instagram a/c is email is [email protected] and password dedantheko56 and check on northwhitehead sent messages and see also as well dude

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sirjustice1364 · 3 years

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Stolen Cash dude