Characters from 'The Order: 1886" as Barbie posters

(just because I can)

funniest choice an author can make for their main character is that they're canonically terrible at sex. forget the heroes who can do it all, this guy can only do it poorly

Okay but I feel like Fae Konig is going to be genuinely sad he doesn’t had a bracelet. Liebling gets tired of him pouting so she half heartedly makes him one🥺

Love continues to make Liebling's life harder.

"And Ghost made this." You clarify, looking at the daisy bracelet Love is wearing. She'd practically shoved it under your nose when she walked in. It isn't an engagement ring, you don't know what the big deal is. It's cute though, you can admit that.

"I made one for him too!" Love beams, grabbing Ghosts arm to hold it up. He's wearing a, you hesitate to call it a friendship bracelet when they're clearly dating, but it's got little pink skulls on it and the same "Love" beads. You wonder if the name thing was an issue. Ghost doesn't look at you as Love shows off her work. Probably for the best.

"Cute," You tell her, not sure what else to say. There's the very distinct sound of splintering glass from the other side of the shop. You look to see what the hell just happened and find König holding the remains of a vase. The rest of it seems to be in shards on the floor.

He and Ghost are staring at each other. Something you are starting to think is just their natural state, which is weird because you've seen them get along well enough in the past. Sometimes you think they're almost friendly. Now though...

You glance back at Ghost. Even through the mask you can tell he's grinning, König's fists clench. Love leans around Ghost to wave at König.

"Hey Big Guy! Always nice to have you 100 yards from me." You don't know what the fuck she's talking about but Ghost tries to cover his laugh with a cough. God. You really hate to admit that they're a cute couple.

König wanders to the back to clean the glass out of his hands while you and Love finish your weekly meeting. He doesn't come back out until the door closes on her and Ghost.

"What's wrong with you?" You ask him, he's wearing his sad eyes. You wish he wouldn't do that. You also wish he would've cleaned up the busted vase himself instead of making you do it while entertaining Love.

"They have exchanged cords, you do not give me gifts."

"Exchanged- König they're friendship bracelets not wedding rings."

"What is the difference?"

"They're not getting married?" You tell him incredulously, "And what do you mean I don't give you things, I give you plenty of stuff."

"They are already married why would they do so again?" König tips his head to the side, inquisitive clicks making you press your palms against your eyes just for any sort of pressure release.

"Oh my God." You groan, whatever nonsense König has cooked up today you're not feeling it, "What do you want from me, I'm not marrying you."

"You're so cruel to me Schatz," König sighs, you glare at him between your fingers.

"I'm not crafty, it'll look like shit," You tell him, he nods, "I mean it, it'll be so shitty and bad, you won't like it." He nods again, a little more excited. "And you can't bug me about this again if they come in with matching tattoos or something." König hesitates then nods a final time.

"I will think of something more permanent, don't worry." He tells you, and see stuff like that is exactly what makes you worried. What makes you think König has never been told 'no' in his life, because you know he means it. Permanent. The thought makes you shudder.

Guys we need to talk about the deleted scene!

A deleted scene called "Miguel Calling" has been released and even though he doesn't physically appear in this scene, we still get some pretty interesting information about Hobie (that may or may not be canon).

In the clip above we hear a rather interesting conversation between Gwen and Miguel. Gwen wants to call Hobie for backup for the Spot mission, but Miguel says that Hobie quit!

What we learn from this scene:

Hobie quit the spider-society (because he doesn't believe in institutions or teams- at least that's why Miguel thinks he quit)

Even LYLA can't find him!!!! I find this VERY interesting cause she was able to track the Spot as he was dimension hopping (and he didn't wear a watch or anything they could use to track him). So Hobie somehow KNOWS how to completely avoid detection from the spider-society, which again must mean that he has a pretty good idea as to how the society works! (Also does this mean he wasn't hiding in his own dimension? Cause that feels like a pretty obvious place to hide and I feel Like LYLA would be able to find him there? OR: Does this mean he'd already made a watch for himself at this point and was using it to dimension hop or maybe he can use it to somehow avoid detection from LYLA? Or maybe he was hiding in his own dimension cause it would be too obvious and thus the last place they'd look for him).

Hobie gave Gwen a way to contact him! (maybe he'd already made a watch for her too in this version?)

Miguel thinks Hobie is unrelieable and erratic, I wonder if that's why he wanted Hobie to come with the others to HQ? So that he could have a serious talk with Hobie after he was done with Miles? Is that why Miguel acts so annoyed by Hobie's presence when he first meets Miles at HQ?

I know this is a deleted scene and thus technically isn't canon, but I still think it gives us some very interesting (and possibly canon?) information about Hobie and how the other characters view him!

This post turned out to be longer than I expected but I just get so many new ideas and thoughts when I watch this scene! Please let me know what you guys think of all this!

Thank you for reading!

You see the end goal was to draw my fav characters holding hands, but I am somehow better at illustrating cats lmao

i think the consensus of the watcher situation is that people would pay a subscription service but seeing the content as it is now they cant justify

(*Smashes through the door* I have finished the thing

I did lose steam part of the way through, so the ending is a little tepid, but I think it's still cute, hehe

Basically, this is 'Pep experiences fireworks for the first time and it is not fun'

Content warnings for: Depiction of a panic attack, self-harm (unintentional but still), descriptions of body horror, (sorta) flashback to war, an implied gun, and Peppino says fuck

Okay enjoy! (1,403 words under dere!!!)

It was busy.

Busier than usual.

Unusual for a Tuesday, but Pep didn't mind. He was more than happy to create and share his pizzas with others. But all the extra business aside, something else was unusual today, and Pep could not stop tasting it.

There was a constant saltiness to Peppino, most likely due to how much the man sweat, but the ever-growing pungency of raw onions and black pepper began to give his doppelgänger cause for concern. Was it just the amount of people visiting today? Was something going to happen? Pep did not know, but the thoughts caused his own anxieties to start bubbling in his chest. He chose not to ask, instead continuing on with helping Peppino close up shop for the evening.

The sky was very pretty at this time. Oranges, pinks and purples, as the sun said goodbye for today. Pep liked to watch the colours shift and change into deeper blues and indigos, but it didn't feel right today. He lifted his head from his arms, parts of where his chin and forearms began to merge getting pulled apart, and looked at the door of Peppino's room. It was made quite clear early on not to disturb him when the door was closed, and Pep respected his space, despite the gnawing urge to knock on his door. The clone gave a quiet huff, again noting the taste of pepper and onions, and… Something bitter…? Oh, cilantro… Yuck. Pep hadn't figured out what that taste was for Peppino yet, but it certainly wasn't a pleasant one. His eyes rolled in their sockets for a moment, trying to recall memories of cilantro. He thought back to just a few hours ago - Peppino did seem hesitant to say goodbye to Gustavo and Brick… Was it something to do with them?

Pep didn't have much time to ponder, as a shrill sound pierced through his thoughts, shattering them with a BANG. He was suddenly on high alert, skin inhumanely stretched up into points along his back and shoulders. There was another screeeeeech, and a BANG. His chest heaved as simulated breath grew tight in his non-existent lungs. And another. His nails dug into the windowsill, the black colouring beginning to spiral up his fingers. And another. Pep's vision started to blur as his eyeballs melted in his form of crying, but he could still see with every boom, colours flashed and danced outside. Was this some sort of warning? An attack? He couldn't make sense of it, as yet another BANG brought his hands to his ears. His doughy skin making a wet slap against itself as his fear made his form quickly unstable. There were other sounds too - crackling, popping, screaming… Or was it cheering…? - It didn't matter! Pep wanted it all blocked out, as he held onto his head tighter and tighter. His hands fused into his ears and cheeks, becoming unrecognisable as what they were supposed to be. But his fingers held strong, now striped with black as his sharpened nails buried themselves deep into his head. Every boom jolted him to his core. The smell of gunpowder made him sick- No, wait- He didn't know what that was? Did he? He felt himself sink further and further down into the mud. His lower body was caked in the stuff- No! There was no mud-! Why is there mud? Pep managed a look down, finding not a puddle of his legs, but… Boots? He didn't… Wear boots? Did he? He saw… Shrapnel around his feet. Discarded, pointed pieces of metals… But how did he know that? He couldn't of known that- Another BANG, followed by the crackling once more. He braced himself against the wall as dirt was thrown up into the air nearby. His grip tightened around the cool metal. Finger ready on the trigger- On the what? His hands were practically nothing! How was he holding-

"…-p…!"

…Huh?

"…-ep…!"

Something was warm. Warm, and clammy… It was frantic, but still gentle, as it pawed at him.

"Pep!"

Through all the bangs and pops, Pep heard Peppino, calling for him. Even though his body was just a puddle, he found his eyes and forced them to the surface of his being. Peppino leaned over him, looking more stressed than usual. Sweat beading down his face and something slick and oily on his hands…? Oh… That was himself… Pep force an ear to form, as Peppino seemed to be saying something, but it was too muffled to understand, and too fast for him to lip-read.

"-uda told you! I shoulda stayed out here! Fuck! Please be okay-!"

Pep just barely managed to process his words, most of his focus on trying to keep his features formed. His eyelids closed hard over his eyes, blinking a few times as his brow came together. He could feel his fingers forming, trying to pull himself out of himself. A dull, thudding pain made itself known, as his brain reformed, along with most of his head. His eyes weren't quite back in their oversized sockets, but Pep did notice Peppino's shoulders relax a little. Teeth and tongue came next, clumsily gnashing together in an attempt to speak, but it only came out as garbled, incomprehensible sounds.

"Hey! Hey! It's alright! Uh, take your time… Getting back together?" Peppino spoke slower than earlier, but there was anxiety on the edge of his words. Pep managed a soft noise in acknowledgement, pushing the parts of his face into the correct places. His neck and shoulders started to form, but he quickly felt the exhaustion weighing on him. He would not be able to form all the way. But he could at least pull as much of his melted lower half in as possible, becoming more compact and less of a puddle.

Peppino watched his clone slowly come together, but not as the tall and lanky, almost-passable person he usually was. Instead, as his dough was peeled off his palms like glue, Pep was only a few inches tall. This was not the first time Peppino had seen Pep change his size, but this was different. His legs remained as a puddle, and he looked more like a very soggy stuffed animal than a person, with a much larger head and eyes. The tiny Pep squeaked softly, holding his hands out and looking up to him. Peppino understood, and gently scooped him up, carrying him and sitting down on the couch with him in his hands. He could clasp his hands together and Pep would be completely covered… It was much easier to hide when you're so small. The idea sounded nice to him. Comforting almost. Peppino was brought out of his thoughts by another small squeak coming from his hands. Pep was looking up at him again, pointing to his head and miming a spiral coming from it. Fuck. What did Hazel say this meant again…? Pep mimed the gesture again, and then pointed to the window. Outside…? Oh…

"The sounds outside…?"

Pep nodded, and then mimed once more.

"Yeah, they are loud… But they-a should have stopped for now…" Peppino gave a small sigh, looking to the window. At least he hoped they stopped.

Pep held up his index finger and waved it for a moment. Peppino knew this one.

"They were fireworks. People shoot them into the sky and they explode in colours and-a lights."

Pep's brow furrowed for a moment, before holding up the same finger and touching his chest with the side of his hand. Peppino also knew this one - Pep liked to use it a lot.

"They use them when it's a celebration. I don't-a really get it… And I don't really like it either…" Peppino sighed again, a longer one this time. He was tired.

Despite the many questions popping into his head, Pep could taste green beans. He was quite tired too, instead deciding to nestle against Peppino's chest. He found that rhythmical thump-thump-thumping that he learnt about recently was soothing to him. Even if the noises - the 'fireworks' - came back, he imagined he would feel alright where he was.

Peppino couldn't help an amused huff as the tiny clone snuggled closer to him. Guess he wouldn't be making dinner just yet, so he leaned back into the cushions, keeping a hand around Pep as he dozed off.

"Night, Pep."

Shit bro first hormone appointment in two days hold my hand

Okay so I have an idea for a story I wanna write, but I dunno if anybody would be interested in it/I’m still floundering for ideas that I can add to it

Reader moves to Hawkins in 2019. They’re in their 20s and just starting to live independently from their parents. They have no ties to Hawkins, and just moved there because it’s a small town and rent is cheap. Plus, they were able to get a decent spot in the Trailer Park, so it just felt stupid not to accept it.

So they move in, and meet their neighbors, but one stands out. Eddie Munson, who looks to be in his late 20s, early thirties. He’s handsome, and definitely seems to be stuck in the 80s even though that’s been decades ago. But here’s the thing with Eddie. When he sees Reader for the first time, it’s like he’s frozen. His eyes are wide, and he looks like he’s seen a ghost. It’s unnerving, and that feeling doesn’t go away when they hear rumors circulating around him. How he was involved with some kind of cult, or how he was brought in during some kind of murder case. How he leaves his trailer at night, only to stumble home in the early hours of the morning, wet and angry as if he’s fallen in the lake. It’s all just a little bit disturbing and they decide that they were steering clear of him.

But Eddie, for whatever reason, doesn’t stay away from them. Sure, he keeps his distance at first. Just a friendly hello, maybe a quick, awkward convo on their front steps, but he can tell they’re weary of him.

It’s when your their car breaks down, that they start talking more. Eddie’s quick to help, albeit making a note to keep space between them. Reader is confused, but thankful. After all, he may be charming but then again isn’t that just a tactic to lure people? Whatever Hot and Cold game he’s playing, it doesn’t matter. As long as their car is fixed. As long as they can just resist getting caught up in his pretty brown eyes, or the smooth, smokey tone in his voice when he speaks, or how steady his hands are when he tinkers with the engine.

It wasn’t just that, though. Eddie just seemed to know them in a way that no one else did. It was like the two of them just clicked, and it’s terrifying. It’s scary how comfortable they feel around him, and how well he seems to know how to get them that way. Still, it also makes them revaluate some things, especially as he starts coming over for dinner. A thanks for helping them with their car, even if Eddie barely eats a thing, instead pulling them into conversation after conversation.

It’s easy talking with him, and that just makes them think harder.

What happened in 1986? Why was he involved in a triple homicide, and yet was let go? The killer was never found, and the first victim was in his trailer for gods sake. Why did he have such weird night habits?

Why did he seem to know them so well? So intimately?

What the fuck was up with Eddie Munson?

Things take another dive when it isn’t just Eddie anymore, who looks like they’ve seen a ghost. Steve Harrington nearly drops the vase he was buying when he came up in their line at the local Thrift store. His eyes shoot wide, and they’re stunned when he says their name in a more then familiar way. They’ve only been there a month, and hadn’t spoken a single word to the man.

Then it’s Nancy Wheeler appearing on their doorstep. A sweet but determined smile on her face as she all but grills them over who they were, where they came from, and what they were doing here. It’s a shaky interaction, and it leaves them even more startled then before.

Steve brings a friend the next time their working. She’s a little less scared, but no less awed as she introduces herself as Robin. They get the impression they’re supposed to react to that information as anything beyond polite, retail bound interest, but they don’t. Simply sending the two along with their sodas.

Nancy comes again, this time with her husband Johnathan. Johnathan is nicer, putting them a little more at ease despite Nancy’s prying. They take their picture, and mention coming round again, even if the idea makes their stomach curl.

The final straw is when an entire legion of people who seem to know them show up one day. Steve, Nancy, Robin, Jonathan, and then some other people who you haven’t talked to much. They’re younger then Steve and the gang, but just as curious. It gets to the point where they take their lunch early, and end up going home early too. The bizarre events just too much to handle.

So Reader digs. They dig, and dig, until they find Hawkins lab. They dig until they sneak inside, and traverse the busted up hallways in search of answers. They dig until it’s too late, and a portal opens up to swallow them whole. They only get a glimpse of what is best described as Hell before landing back in the lab. Still busted and broken as before, and yet it’s different too. Less decayed, with things still intact.

It’s only when they stumble out of the woods, and pass by a newspaper stand, that they realize what happened. The current date hitting them like a punch in the gut.

Hawkins, 1986.

i love art of Mob and Reigen gardening but every time i see it i make a wisdom saving throw and if i fail i have to go re-read this beautiful but devastating fic and sob for like an hour

(on that note i'm finally getting to watching the cast oneshot on high rollers and whoo boy)

(i might need to move my wyllmance playthrough up the line a smidge)

(i was gonna go with my cringefail loser "abolutely no rerolls for any reason" ranger and then my dark urge next but.... yknow? what can i say.)

every now and then i feel tempted to make some kind of thinkpiece abt how the patriots ruined the ecosystem of nfl rpf but tbf its more like there were a couple of really avid edelmandola fans that only wrote that pairing from like 2015-2019 ish and then like general consequences of a team being mega dominant for an extended amount of time

Hear me out

Commie lesbians

COMMIE LESBIANS

*remembers what they did to Vanny* 500 FUCKING PIPEBOMB ATTACK.

If you ever see me becoming one of those transmisandry people, please fucking call me out immediately.

Thinking about mutually assumed unrequited byler