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strawbrrydior · 1 year

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TBP HEADCANONS

• Vance likes to be nurtured and prefers quiet, gentle things. If you approach him nicely and you talk to him nicely then he won’t be mean to you he just has a trigger for aggression.

• Bruce is multitalented. One of those guys who can do anything he really tries to and has done a lot. He’s done theatre, baseball, he’s really good at braiding hair and is excellent at writing informative essays but his main things are studying unsolved cases and filling notebooks with information on thinks he’s into.

• robin boxes every other day after school, he goes to this gym that’s sort of old and kind of empty so it’s usually just him in there. He brings a little radio and hustles a punching bag for hours. Sometimes Vance comes and works out with him, usually they don’t talk rather just enjoy each others company (and music taste. I think they like similar stuff.)

• Vance and Gwen and Amy are actually really good friends for some reasons 9/10 of the times the boys can’t find Vance it’s because he’s at one of their houses letting the girls braid his hair. He protects them but truly he’s scared of them they’re vicious rabid creatures

•Gwen, aside from her dreams and shit, just has really good intuition and can read people like books. Which is why she and Vance are such good friends because she reads him so well she somehow manages to know exactly whats wrong at all times, besides, she went through a stress toy phase and now has a drawer full of them she doesn’t use and Vance has taken all of them. Win win.

• griffin doesn’t know how to ride a bike. He swore up and down that he did and billy got annoyed and called his bluff, hopped off his bike and pat the seat. He couldn’t even get on it he was down on the sidewalk in half a second.

•billy is an advent fan of the outsiders and his favorite character is Darry. He likes to associate characters to his friends and it’s an inside joke between them who’s who. (Finney is pony boy, robin is Johnny. Vance is dally, Bruce is soda pop (but also billy argued he was cherry. He wanted to be soda pop) griffin is two bit, and billy is Darry. (And they wonder why that’s his favorite.) Gwen thinks she should be soda pop and Bruce should be cherry and not reverse but whatever! )

• finney and Gwen’s movie is grease. It’s their favorite, they have The soundtrack on tape and know the dances. They sing duets, finneys danny and Gwen is sandy. Gwen’s favorite song is hopelessly devoted and finneys is you’re the one that I want

•robin listens to a lot of rock and a bit of metal (mostly because of Vance who just needs someone to talk to about albums he likes so he tells Robin cuz Robin always actually listens to them.) he rly likes run dmc and the beastie boys. Any fast paced or loud music is his shit. Finney doesn’t like loud noises and he doesn’t enjoy listening to that kind of music it makes him antsy so their common ground is soft 50s / 60s music. (I.e those magic changes - Sha na na & anything Ritchie valens) but most of the time robin plays whatever he wants on his stereo and just keeps it super low.

•robin and Vance have daily smoke seshs in the bathroom (one robin fought to own literally. Like he put a group of seniors on their asses freshmen year and now it’s his bathroom no one goes in there)

•Billy’s really into old movies and is constantly in the library trying to read up on old 1920s actresses

•billy likes classical music. He buys cheap tapes and lets them play softly in the background

•robins bed is in the corner of his room against a wall so whenever finney sleeps over he sleeps on the side pressed against the wall because sometimes he gets nightmares and makes monsters out of the shadows in the room but from the corner he can’t see them.

•Vance hopper is a writer he’s awful at SAYINg how he feels so he writes to people. He writes poems and stories and stuff and he’s a real good story teller he just can’t figure out how to get the words out of his mouth

•griffin has undiagnosed adhd and spent all of his life getting yelled at by his mother over it. He’s self conscious about himself and tries to do things quietly in dark corners but the boys are never annoyed with him when he talks or runs around or stims and it helps him come to terms with himself

• griffins dad and Vance’s mom are dating and have been since they were younger. They live together and even though Vance still has to go see his dad on a court order and stuff griffin always waits at the doorstep for him or drives with his mom to drop and pick him up

•Bruce is the oldest in the group and takes on a motherly type role. He’s always there to help them, constantly feeds them and buys them stuff and talks to them like he’s sooo much older then them and how he’s sooo tired from raising kids and working but deep down it makes him happy to provide and make other people happy. He needs to be taken care of too and there’s always someone there for him (usually Vance because he’s a little more mature then the others and notices when Bruce is down before they do. Not their faults though, sometimes they just don’t peep it for a while.)

•robins mom loves finney, she jokes about loving him more then robin All the time. Sometimes they’ll lay at the foot of her bed while she’s watching tv and just whisper to eachother. She enjoys their company and really likes it when they stay home she much prefers they just stay right by her side for safety

•robin has a dog named paco , he’s a 3 year old brown pit bull. Very rowdy and clumsy just like robin :)

#tbp #the black phone #tbp headcanons #vance hopper #finney blake #robin arellano #griffin stagg #bruce yamada #billy showalter #gwen blake #amy yamada #I love them #they are friends :)#ao3 #i <3 them #rinney #brance #but also not entirely ship related

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sighonaraa · 25 days

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thank you for the roses my love!! i am going to continue to be Unhinged On Main about the bear because. i've been gotted by that show and i can't stop ajskdfjklj. here's a bit from the first chapter of Things Are Different Since You've Been Here Last!

“I told you to go the fuck away!” Carmy shouts, and it cleaves him open right down the middle, like everything jarred up inside of him’s just been waiting for a chance to come pouring out, and he lurches to his feet and strides towards the door to jab a finger against the wood. He’s already told Richie that he’s a leech, that he’s obsessed with their family, that he’s nowhere and no one and nothing, and yet Richie’s still here and Carmy can’t. He can’t have that. He can’t fucking have that. It’s no good. It’s no good. He’s no good. “Jesus fucking Christ, Richie, how many goddamn times do I have to tell you? I don’t like you. I don’t like you. I want you to go. I want you to go and leave me the fuck alone!” A sharp burst of—of Richie’s high-pitched, slightly hysterical giggle, the one that used to wrench out of him at the worst moments, when Donna was at her lowest ebb and none of them could figure out what to do about it. It was something he and Steve bonded over, once, the fact that they have hysteria-induced hysteria, they’d called it. Carmy’s heard it a thousand times. He’s never really heard it directed at him. “Oh, you don’t like me? You don’t like me, Cuz?” “Nah,” says Carmy, off-hand, as if they’re discussing the number of forks left in the sink. “Nah, nah, I don’t, I really fuckin’ don’t.” “That’s real convenient, Carmy, ’cause right now I don’t really fuckin’ like you either,” Richie snaps back, and Carmy can almost see him—a memory, imposed over the rest of it. Richie, rolling down the windows after picking Carmy up from school and the May afternoon is too hot to breathe straight. Richie, taping up one of Carmy’s stupid kiddie drawings on the fridge in the apartment that he and Mikey and Tiff had shared for a couple of clustered years when Carmy and Nat were still too little to leave home. Richie, sweeping Carmy into a hug that lifts him off his feet during the reception for his high school graduation, proud of him even though he hadn’t gotten into college, proud of him even though he hadn’t deserved it. “Yeah? Yeah? I love you, but I don’t really fuckin’ like you either.”

#ask #roughroadhaley #thank youuu for the roses MWAH <3 #i'm so. Sad about them #so sorry to all of my followers who have No idea what i'm rambling on abt right now LMAO #sid speaks #fic: things are different since you've been here last #the bear

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starlahuskyz · 2 months

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Chances - Chapter 17

Summary: Marko and Jordan go for a night out with the boys, and things are all over the place. Withheld secrets, familiar yet mysterious figures, and bottled up emotions confuse them.

I'm back with a longer chapter, I'm trying to make longer chapters for you guys so I hope you guys like it.

Chapter 16 <<< >>> Chapter 18

TW// Vomit, Stalking

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It had been roughly a month since Jordan’s “initiation” via jumping off a bridge and she had started spending a majority of her time with the boys ever since. And her relationship with Marko had also blossomed a lot ever since their first kiss. It’s sickeningly sweet, they had become inseparable and were always trying to be with each other no matter what.

Either way, this night was like any other. The boys and Jordan were all in the cave just enjoying the night, David sitting in his wheelchair as usual, Marko and Jordan sitting on the old couch together watching Dwayne and Laddie play fight with Paul instigating.

“Ladies, and gents! You are about to witness the fight of the century! One like never before!” Paul sits on an elevated beam in the ceiling of the cave and points towards the entrance of the cave. “On this side, the big man himself, the predator, the king of the jungle, the man who will fold you in half like a lawn chair, DWAYNE!” He plays a tape on the boombox of some rock music meanwhile Dwayne boasts and makes a grand entrance. Marko cheers for his brother leaving Jordan to roll her eyes. “And in this corner we got, the little man, the smallest vampire, a child who gives the gremlins a run for their money, the creature who will bite your ankles and never let go, LADDIE!” He continues playing the tape and Laddie makes his grand entrance as well. He smears what appears to be some kind of war paint on his face and growls in dominance. Jordan cheers him on, as she had been training him for this very moment and Marko only laughs thinking it’s curtains for Laddie. Paul jumps from his spot and stands between them, “Alright guys, I want a clean fight. No hitting above the shoulders, no throwing each other around, no wet willies, no noogies, no using fire, and no swearing.” The three of them look at each other for a moment and throw their heads back in laughter. “I’m joking, THERE ARE NO RULES AROUND HERE! Except for killing each other or touching David cuz he’s a party pooper.”

“Just shut up and fight already!” David barks while lighting a cigarette.” And with that Paul backs up and begins his countdown. Marko and Jordan meanwhile place their bets on who will win. “Dwayne’s gonna crush that kid, Laddie ain’t got a chance.” Jordan scoffs, “You only say that because he’s big. He’s at a disadvantage cuz Laddie can zoom around much faster than he can. And…he bites.”

Marko looks at Jordan and smirks “You wanna make a wager on that?” Jordan looked at him with her eyebrow raised “Depends…what are we wagering?”

“Loser has to take the other out for dinner.”

“You’ve got a deal.” Jordan grabbed Marko’s hand and shook it with conviction. At the same time, Laddie was being thrown straight in their direction and onto Marko’s lap.

“Sorry, uncle Marko.” Laddie looked up at him before getting off of him, but before he could continue his battle, Jordan stopped him and gave him some advice. “Give him hell bud, remember what I taught you. Don’t let him grab you, and if he does then bite him wherever you can reach.” Laddie nods in confirmation and with a battle cry he runs back at Dwayne. Paul walks over and plops himself onto Marko’s lap much to his dismay and says “So, how are my two favorite love birds doing? Enjoying the show?” Marko huffed and shoved Paul off of him. “I would be enjoying the show, if you didn’t put your fat ass on me.”

Paul put his head on Marko’s lap “Thank you for the compliment babe.” Marko lets out the tiniest growl in frustration and Jordan pats his head running a hand through his golden curls. While the twins bicker between each other, Jordan watches the fight and sees Laddie using string lights to tie Dwayne’s feet together while he has trouble reaching for the little rat. After bounding Dwayne’s feet together, he yanks the lights and sends Dwayne falling onto his side. He then grabs a metal rod and starts beating him like a piñata. Paul and Marko laugh like hyenas at the display in front of them. It’s short lived however, Dwayne grabs the rod and frees himself. He throws the rod aside and with a firm hold of the boy's ankles he spins around at a dangerous speed making the others laugh at the display. It even gets a chuckle out of David.

At the same time, Michael and Star entered through the mouth of the cave entrance and saw what was happening. Michael started laughing along with the others, Star on the other hand was less than pleased. “Dwayne! Stop whatever this is and put Laddie down now!”

Dwayne and looked over and sighed exasperatedly “We were only having fun, Star.” He finally put Laddie down on his own two feet, only for him to fall over due to his dizziness. Paul got up and put his hands up “We will have to put this fight on hold for now, but it was fun while it lasted.”

David rose from his chair surprised by Michael and Star’s arrival. “What brings you here? I’ll assume you came for Laddie?” Michael walked up and picked up the dizzy child and Star explained “We didn’t have any plans tonight, so we came to get Laddie now instead of later.” Laddie finally came to and groaned, “Do I have to? I wanna stay and play with Dwayne.” Star wiped the paint off of his face and said “I know you do sweetie, but we have to go.”

“Do you have to? Why can’t we just spend the night together? We are all one big family right?” David raised his eyebrow questioningly. Paul gets up and races to throw his arm over Star’s shoulders “Cmon! Pleeeaaaassseee?”

“It can’t have been that long since we’ve hung out…right?” Michael asks, David comes over slinging an arm onto Michael's shoulders.

“It’s been too long, one night won’t hurt you, Michael.” David stared at Michael with his icy blue eyes making him stiffen up, David’s gaze was enough to put a slight twinge of pressure on his mind.

“I mean, I guess you’re right. But what would you guys even wanna do?” Paul raises his hand, having an idea for a potential night plan.

“I say we go to the boardwalk and have some fun, and since we got some lovebirds in the building we can have a sappy couple’s night while we are at it.” Everyone looks at each other and Michael speaks first.

“Boardwalk sounds good, I don’t know about the whole couple’s night though…” He looks at David who he already knows is gonna third wheel the crap out of Michael and Star's fun tonight. Star then asks “Wait, if this is supposed to be a couple’s night…who’s going to watch Laddie?” Paul strolls over and takes Laddie right out of Michael’s arms.

“Don’t worry sweetie, me and Dwayne will watch him. And if we end up getting busy then I’ll hand him over to Jordan and Marko if they aren’t busy eating each other’s faces on the beach.” Jordan pipes up.

“If you think I’m bothered by you airing that out to everyone then you’re wrong, and for your information, I like eating Marko’s face.” Marko gets up and pulls Jordan up with him.

“He’s trying to get a rise out of you, don’t bother.” He makes his way past the others towards the exit of the cave and punches Paul on the shoulder to get him back for the comment. Paul only giggled and walked over to Jordan. “Don’t take it personally, I’ve eaten his face plenty of times too…” Jordan only gave him a side eye and just walked off in a huff.

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The boardwalk was as busy as ever, plenty of people swarmed the area looking for some fun for the night. Everyone had gone their own separate ways to do whatever activity they wanted to do. Michael, Star and David went to check out some shops, Paul and Dwayne went to take Laddie on some rides, and Marko and Jordan were just walking around looking for something to do. As they walked through crowds of people, they held each other’s hands as a way to not get separated.

Jordan was the first to ask about what to do, she hadn’t quite planned to go to the boardwalk tonight so she was pretty much out of ideas for the time being. “So, you got any ideas for any mischief you wanna get up to?”

Marko scoffed “Mischief is my middle name. Of course I have some ideas, we got an hour or two to kill. Let’s hit up the haunted castle ride and scare the shit outta some stupid teens.”

“Ugh, I don’t like that ride…I say we do something else.” Marko raised an eyebrow and pulled Jordan aside towards the railing abruptly. He looks at her incredulously and Jordan stares back confused “...what?”

“So you’re telling me, you’re a scary vampire who could easily rip out anyone’s throat and yet you’re scared of a wimpy ride for kids? That’s adorable…” He put his hands on her face and squeezed while gushing about her fear of the ride.

“Shut up! I’m not scared of the ride…I’m just scared of a very specific thing that isn’t exclusive to scary rides but just so happens to be on that ride.” She pulled away from him and he just laughed.

“Yeah, you can't stand spiders. Like the one that was in your room.” He then put a hand to head mimicking, albeit in a very exaggerated manner, what happened that night. “Oh, my sweet and strong husband, Marko! Save me from this HORRIBLE BEAST!”

“You know I didn’t say it like that, and also screw you because that spider was scary looking.” She crossed her arms while he placed his hands on her hips pulling her close.

“Well, no matter what you gotta admit…I did get rid of it. I was brave and you know it.” He left a peck on her nose while grabbing her hand and pulling her somewhere.

“Wait-where are we going then?” He didn’t even look back at her and just kept walking along taking her god knows where.

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Eventually they found themselves at the entrance of the sky glider ride, Marko always told her it was a good way of scoping out a good meal and throwing paper balls at random strangers just for the hell of it. As they approached the ride vehicle to board it, the ride operator gave Marko a look of what seemed to be annoyance. While he didn’t say anything to his face, Marko kept his gaze on the operator even as he and Jordan boarded. As they started moving upwards they could hear a distant yelp from the operator who was freaking out over…something.

“The hell was that about?” Jordan looked at Marko who was busy looking at the many people beneath him.

“I don’t like that guy, so I gave him a rat.” He smirked while scoping out for a victim.

Jordan remembered how vampires could perform mind tricks on people and let out a huff. “That’s right…I never understood how that stuff works.”

“It’s easier than you think, it’s all about getting into someone’s mind and finding their weakness. Once you do, you can toy with them all you want.” He leaned over and draped a heavy arm over her shoulders. Marko still didn’t really understand how Jordan could manage to block him off mentally, it takes a lot of tension and effort to keep a vampire out. He took it as a sign that she was hardly vulnerable to anyone, weakness was not an option for her. Despite that, Marko was still determined to find out what she was truly like, for as much as he already loved her he didn’t really get to see a more vulnerable side to her. To say he craved being the one to know all her secrets would be an understatement. He spoke again “Speaking of weakness, what would you say is yours?”

Jordan looked at him “My weakness? Why would you wanna know that?”

“Relax, I don’t plan on doing anything bad, I just wanna know. If you plan on being my mate, you’re gonna have to let me into that head of yours at some point. You can’t hide your secrets forever.” He intertwined his fingers into her raven hair and leaned into her side, nipping her neck slightly. She put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him away.

“Maybe later, not right now though.” She looked off into the ocean watching as the piers in the distance casted subtle lights onto the ocean’s surface.

Marko rolled his eyes, feeling a twinge of frustration. “Why do you say that?”

“What do you mean?” She looked at him confused.

“Whenever I ask about your past or anything intimate, you always say you’ll tell me next time. But next time never comes. Why can’t you tell me now? Are you scared I’ll do something?”

Jordan cringed, she thought about how all of her problems stemmed from her giving out too much info all at once. Allowing for anyone to slink on by and have her wrapped around their fingers. Although she still did realize how unfair it was to stay completely bottled up. Especially considering how Marko has been with her this past month. So she decided not to leave him in the dark this time and tell him something.

“I know I say that a lot, but it’s not because I plan to keep it to myself forever. It’s because I always say too much and end up getting in trouble. So I don’t wanna say too much at once, even if we are dating I don’t want to take any chances with my luck. Knowing me, I feel like I just make things worse when I overshare.”

“Okay, but what if I WANTED to know everything about you? If you only leave little crumbs for me I’ll starve. You don’t want to make a cute little guy like me go hungry do you?” Marko gives her his best puppy eyes and she chuckles.

“You’ll be okay, I’ll tell you one day. Only thing is that I hate sharing information that either puts me or someone else in danger. If it ain’t anyone else’s problem, then no one else should have to know.

Marko raised an eyebrow at that statement, he was starting to make efforts in trying to piece together what might’ve caused her to be this way. “Well…will you tell me one day? Please? I’ll be a good boy for you, I promise.”

“One day, although it’ll have to be a time where I can tell the other boys too. I feel like they’d kill me if I left them out of some important information like that.” She ruffled his curls and he gave a little purr.

“Alright, I hear you loud and clear.” Marko pulled a paper out of his pocket and crushed it up “Hey, check this out.”

Jordan watched as he pointed at Dwayne and Paul who were sitting on a bench with Laddie and with scary precision, he chucked the crushed up paper ball at Paul’s head and she watched as he yelped in surprise, startling the others.

“DAMN IT MARKO QUIT THROWING SHIT AT MY HEAD!” Paul threw the ball right back in Marko’s direction but he was able to catch it much to Paul’s dismay.

“How often do you do this to him?” Jordan asked.

“A lot. It’s pretty fun, here, try it out.” He placed the ball into Jordan’s hand and she took to looking for someone to hit. So many targets presented themselves to her, but before she could set her eyes on anyone in particular, she felt it again.

That feeling…she felt someone watching her, even though Marko had his eyes on her, that’s not what this was. She snapped her head behind her and saw the ride vehicle following, but there was nothing. So she continued looking around, she was getting tired of whatever this feeling was. It was creeping her out, and she hated that she could never find the source. She looked around through the crowds trying to find it, and something had caught her eye. It was a lonesome person watching her, she couldn’t make out any specific features on them…except for a brightly colored clown mask that was almost verbatim to the clown seen on the Loof carousel’s walls. Jordan froze in place and stared back at the figure. There was no movement, they just stood there and stared…Jordan felt herself break into a cold sweat, all other noise around her was being drowned out and she could only focus on the mysterious person. There was something familiar about them, nothing she could see, it was more of a feeling. She could tell something was off, there was a sense of control that this person had over her despite how they were nowhere near each other.

The ride was beginning to descend and Marko was watching as Jordan was in a trance staring at something, but even as he looked to see what she was staring at…nothing. He began to shake her shoulder trying to get her to snap back to reality. “Hey, Jordan. You alright?”

At that moment, Jordan experienced a horrible surge of pain through her head, she could hear the distant whispers of someone talking to her. However, the pain made it impossible to discern, and finally upon getting off the ride, she ran off in a rush to get away. As if running will make the pain and voices go away. Marko, being caught off guard, ran after her.

“Jordan, wait!” But his yells were futile, she ran out of view and he didn’t know what to do. He reached out to the pack bond letting the others know what happened.

“Guys, Jordan ran off. I don’t know where she went but something happened.”

“Damn dude, the hell did you say?”

“I didn’t say anything, Paul!”

“Relax, she couldn’t have gone far. We’ll split up.” David remained calm and stomped out a cigarette he was working on.

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Jordan sat inside a restroom stall, her headache had gone away but she stayed there feeling a mix of emotions. Her headache had made her nauseous to where she emptied out the contents of whatever was in her stomach into the toilet in front of her. She was confused, first it was just a simply uneasy feeling and now it’s a sign of pain coming her way. She exited the stall, walking up to the mirror that was full of scratches and vulgar messages. She felt herself upset remembering how she can’t even see herself in the mirror, she wasn’t at her parents house so there was no way to even make her feel remotely human. She wanted to cry, but she couldn’t let herself fall so easily so swallowed her feelings and stood tall.

She heard the door to the restroom swing open and to her surprise, it was Star. “Jordan, what happened? Marko is worried sick about you, why did you run off?”

Jordan was at a loss, she didn’t really think about the fact that she literally ran off without warning. “I uh…I had to handle some business.”

Of course Star didn’t buy it, and she smelled the faint smell of vomit which repulsed her. But the trail of blood mixed into it gave her the extra bit of context she needed, she gave Jordan a look of disappointment. “Why did you lie?”

“I didn’t lie, I said I had to do some business but I never specified what kinda business I was talking about.” Jordan went back into the stall she left to flush the toilet realizing her mistake.

“Why couldn’t you say you got sick?”

“I wasn’t, it was a bad headache which turned into nausea..”

“What caused your headache?” Star approached Jordan placing a hand to her forehead checking her temperature.

“I’m not sure, I felt someone watching me so I looked around to see who it was, next thing you know, boom, headache.”

“Who was watching you?”

“Some creep…if I catch that guy in the act then I’m gonna pull his tongue out his ass.” Star sighed and grabbed her hand giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“Listen, if you have anything you need to talk about, come talk to me. I don’t know what’s up with you, but you need to relax. I can feel how tense you are all the time.”

“Thanks, Star. Things have been getting weird lately, maybe I will come see you at some point. I’m pretty sure I could write a book about all the shit I’ve been through.” Star smiled and took her hand leading her out of the bathroom. Upon exiting, Marko made an instant beeline to Jordan giving her a bone crushing hug and asking plenty of questions.

“Jordan, are you alright? What the hell happened? Someone do something to you?” Jordan hugged him back and reassured him that she was okay.

“I’m fine, Marko. Just had a moment, got sick in the bathroom that’s all.” Marko pulled away in anger.

“Who did this? You were staring at something, I don’t know what it was but you were fine until you saw…whatever that thing was.”

“If I knew who it was then I’d handle them myself, I saw someone but I couldn’t make out any specific details on them. It’s not worth the trouble.” Marko huffed in frustration and led Jordan away to meet up with the others with Star following close behind.

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After everybody settled from the minor situation with Jordan, everyone left to go feed. Michael, Star, and Laddie also came to get their fix of blood to keep them somewhat sane. They found a group of tourists camping in a forest a little too far from civilization, and made a quick and easy meal out of them. Most of the group settled onto the camping chairs left out, with others rummaging through the tents and coolers checking for any potential goods. Paul had managed to find a pack of marshmallows in the tent and ripped them open, while Laddie left to go find some sticks to put them onto. Michael had been telling the others about what’s been going on in his home life while everyone listened. Jordan had grown interested after learning about how Michael met the boys and became the way he was, she asked him questions about how he adjusted to such a change.

“How did your family react to you becoming a vampire?” Jordan asked while cozying up with Marko who was purring quietly at the affection.

“Well…when you have a brother who hates any kind of monster, you can imagine how well he took the news. But we didn’t tell mom about it at first, we were gonna try to undo the curse but that of course didn’t go so well.”

“You really should’ve just joined us, and I’m still waiting.” David sat across from Michael smoking a cigarette. Michael only rolled his eyes.

“You don’t give up, do ya David?”

“Hell no, I care about you Michael. There may have been bad blood between us but I still want you.” David smirked at Michael, Jordan noticed the faint blush on Michael’s face when he said that. The group went quiet for a minute.

Paul and Laddie came back to the group with marshmallows and sticks in hand and they both settled down with the others. “Hey I got an idea, why don’t we play a game?”

“I’m not playing spin the bottle…” Dwayne immediately said.

“Um, I wasn’t gonna say that you dirty boy. I was thinking truth or dare instead.” Paul looked at everyone and watched as nobody objected. “Fantastic, who wants to go first?”

Nobody volunteered and so with a huff Paul said “Fine…I’ll go first. David, truth or dare?”

David flipped off Paul and the others laughed.

“Alright party pooper, okay then. Marko, truth or dare?”

Marko thought for a moment “Dare.”

“I dare you to show your girlfriend your method of eating-” He caught himself before he could say what he meant to say, he saw Dwayne give him a look as there was a child present. “Never mind scratch that, I dare you to tell Jordan about the kind of art you’ve been making about her lately.”

“Dude you can’t be serious…” Paul smirked at him, Marko sighed and proceeded to explain in great detail about the many paintings he’s been making of Jordan. She was pleasantly surprised but also wasn’t, she had always had a hunch he was a bit of an artist.

“Does that explain the paint your face is covered with when I see you sometimes?” Before Marko could confirm Paul answered for him.

“It’s mainly because he makes out with the painting before he can let it dry because if Marko likes anything, he loves it wet.”

“PAUL!” Dwayne covered Laddie’s ears meanwhile everyone else either laughed, choked or felt second hand embarrassment.

“That’s slander Paul! I don’t do that shit.” Marko got up to confront Paul who only kept on laughing.

“You did it once though! You know it!” Marko proceeded to grab a stick and start beating the shit out of Paul with it.

Jordan only watched in confusion as Paul shrieked like a girl as he kept getting his ass handed to him by Marko and thought about how her boyfriend was potentially making out with paintings of her. Marko finished roughing up Paul and got back up to sit with Jordan except he was a little embarrassed to cuddle back up with her. Paul sat up again and spoke.

“Okay, I think we are all good now. So Marko, it's your turn.” He pointed to Marko who let out a small growl.

"Jordan, truth or dare?”

“Truth.” Jordan was gonna say dare initially, but she thought about her conversation with Marko earlier and wanted to give him a chance to ask her about something. She thought telling him one little thing won't hurt-

“Tell me about how you became a vampire…”

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preciouslandmermaid · 2 years

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| costumes | carmy x reader

Note: All kinktober content is mature/explicit. Fics will be posted on Tumblr first, then transition over to ao3. All fics will be reader/canon-character with no use of Y/N. I will do my best to include additional warnings, but most should be self explanatory in the prompts.

prompt: Masks/Costumed Sex | pairing: Carmy Berzatto/f!reader | warnings: explicit sexual content. (+unstated but reader is on birth control/creampie)

Bonus Note: Took a while for me to figure out what costume’s everyone was gonna wear. Now we are here. This fic is set in the future/post-canon. Established relationship between Reader/Carmy. I’m sorry Carmy couldn’t be more dressed up/wearing an actual mask. He just…he’s not that GUY, you know? Also, yes, this is a NGHYB Universe Fic.

The Bear signed up to be one of the many businesses that handed out Halloween candy for kids. Your bakery didn’t join simply because you were already swamped with orders of cakes that looked like spiders and ghoulish cupcakes. Now, Carmy didn’t tell his people to dress up, but you can already see from a distance that Richie is in costume. He’s wearing a brown jumpsuit and what appears to be a vacuum strapped onto his back.

You grin, approaching him from across the street, “Ghostbusters, Richie? Really?”

“Uh.” Richie looks at you like you’ve just said the stupidest question in the world, “Yeah, duh.”

The candy table’s cheap and flimsy orange plastic tablecloth flutters in the crisp, autumnal wind. A cursory glance reveals that there’s a QR code to learn about their menu along with a sign-up sheet for emails. Your grin widens. This has to be Syd’s handiwork. The cooler of neon-green liquid, however, is clearly Carmy’s with a hand drawn sign that says ‘Ecto-Cooler’.

“Also, you can’t say shit about my costume.” Richie says, brimming with annoyance, “What are you? A fucking cat?”

“What gave it away?” You ask sarcastically, “The drawn-on whiskers or the ears?” You tug on the hem of your black turtleneck. A little low-effort compared to Richie’s—but you worked with what you had in short notice.

“Neither.” His grin is quick and sardonic, “You’ve got a cat-like attitude about you.”

“Your meaning?” You can already guess where Richie is going with this. He’s either going to call you a pussy, and throw Carmy’s name in there, or call you high maintenance.

Fak exits the Bear with a fistful of glowsticks, “Don’t listen to him.” He’s wearing a stringy, two-dollar black wig that keeps getting into his eyes, a white t-shirt under a black vest, and a red sweater tied around his waist. Another 80’s movie character. You can’t help but wonder what Carmy’s wearing.

“You don’t even know what I was going to say!” Richie shouts, “You’re just being a little bitch ‘cuz I didn’t wanna dress up as Bill.”

“I am not!” Fak says while cracking glowsticks and taping them to the Bear’s doorframe. “It is a little weird to be dressed as Ted without Bill though, you know.”

Richie laughs, “Oh my God!” He gestures at Fak with a flat hand, “Here we go again! See?!”

You use this opportunity of their bickering to slip around the back and head into the Bear through the backdoor.

You find Carmy in his office, bathed in the warm orange-light, and you stop a little short in your tracks. He’s got…product in his hair…and slicked it back away from his face, shiny and clean. His jeans are cuffed at the bottom and a rumpled, red windbreaker with the collar popped hugs his frame. His head is bent over—what you assume is an invoice—while his outstretch hand scribbles notes onto a large yellow legal-pad of paper.

You search your brain for classic 80’s movies based on Richie and Fak’s costumes. You think your presumption is wrong, but you try for it anyway.

“Hmm.” You clear your throat and Carmy looks up, “Marty McFly?”

His eyebrows leap in surprise, “James Dean.” At your blank expression, he adds, "In rebel without a cause."

“Carmy!” You laugh, “There’s no way any of the kids are gonna know that.” You drop yourself onto his lap, winding your arms around his neck, and press a quick and affectionate kiss to his temple. You catch the corner of his soft, quiet smile with your mouth.

In the months of dating, Carmy has softened. He’s a little more eager to let you in, to share his troubles, or apologize in the moments when he’s being non-communicative. Now, you’re not exactly Girlfriend-of-the-Year, either. But you’re figuring it out together, navigating the landmines of past trauma and stumbling your way into building something with strong, foundational roots.

His warm palm slides up the slit of your long, black, and flowing skirt and caresses your thigh. You realize offhandedly that you had instinctively shut the door when you came in. Your lips meet his and gladly open for the stroke and playful tease of his tongue. You resist the urge to run your fingers through his hair—not wanting to ruin the obvious effort he put in—and you settle for clutching the stiff, red collar of his windbreaker.

His office chair squeaks beneath your combined weight, Carmy leans back, nudging your legs apart so you’re sitting with his thigh wedged between them, and your toes touching the floor. His lips move to your jaw, suckling sweetly, and your spine arches with a familiar, heady sensation traveling to your core.

“Carmy, we’re gonna have kids outside in like thirty minutes.” You remind him.

Your hand comes to his throat, just under his jaw, and feels his strong pulse beneath the pads of your fingers.

He huffs, chuckling against your wet skin, “Don’t be too loud then.” He teases.

His hands come to settle on your ass. He pulls you closer, then pushes back, wordlessly guiding you to grind on his leg. You sigh happily and let your eyes roll back. Carmy’s lips on your neck, hands on your waist, and your cunt rubbing against the rough fabric of his jeans—separated only by the thin fabric of your underwear and the even-thinner fabric of your skirt. Once your grinding against him, he shoves both his hands up your shirt, and bunches the fabric above your breasts. A trail of goosebumps rise in the wake of his palms, touching the cool air of his office, and contrasted warmth of his hands.

He tugs the cup of your bra down and laves his tongue across your nipple. You catch a whine in your throat. You might’ve closed the door, but you don’t think it’s locked.

He breathes against you, “Yeah?” His tongue flicks over your erect, pebbled nipple and gently tugs it between his teeth. The action sends a firework of sparks along your skin and your knuckles flare in the tense grip around his shoulders.

“Mhm.” With your verbal encouragement, he repeats the ministration on your other nipple, leaving the other to prickle with the cool air mixed with Carmy’s saliva. You push your hand between your bodies, sliding down Carmy’s pristine white shirt, and palm the front of his jeans. His hard, straining cock twitches against your hand. He makes a desperate, filthy noise in the back of his throat.

You love him so goddamn much it makes your entire body shudder. You capture his mouth, panting against his tongue and teeth, close to coming just through grinding like a teenager at a drive-in movie. You continue to cup and caress his cock through the tight, rough fabric of his jeans, and Carmy willingly spreads his legs wider—even though space is limited on his squeaky, metal office chair. It’s enough to make you dizzy.

“Carmy,” You gasp with pure want. “I need you inside me right fucking now.”

He doesn’t even balk at your demanding, needy tone. Secretly, you think he might like it with how he’s able to unravel your control and composure. You disentangle from the seat and collect the long skirt, bunching the flowing fabric around your hips, and Carmy’s makes a short, strangled noise as you bend over his desk.

You glance over your shoulder and see that he’s removing the red windbreaker. He notices your raised eyebrow.

“It’s vintage.” He explains quickly while hanging it on the door.

You snort and roll your eyes, “Of course it is.”

Carmy’s hands rest on your waist and he squeezes your ass tenderly, “Ready for me?”

“God, yes, please.” You rasp, “Hurry.”

There’s a rustle of fabric, your underwear is pushed to the side, and Carmy’s breath hitches—somewhere between a gasp and a groan—his finger grazes across your slick folds. You nearly snap at him again, beg him to hurry up, to fill you but then the tip of Carmy’s cock is right where you need him. He pushes into you slowly. You choke on your moan. Your hands clutching nothing but boring paperwork on his desk. The papers crumple beneath your palms when Carmy draws out, the ridges of the head of his cock rubbing deliciously along your walls, before he slams back into your cunt.

“Fuck!” You suddenly shout.

Carmy laughs, “Shh!”

He fucks you with singular, focused purpose. His hands hold your hips, your legs spread wide, as his cock pounds into you. You can feel the soft, faint touch of his balls when he buries himself deep and then pulls out. His breathing is hoarse and erratic. Each stroke is driving you close to madness and provoking hushed, pleased mewls from your bitten lips. You rock and thrust against him, your ass hitting his pelvis, making his cock hit something deep and primal inside your cunt. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the tiny, quiet office combined with his restrained, depraved grunts.

His hand slides between your legs and finds your slick and swollen clit, “Mm- fuck.” He says lowly. He plays with you, his index and middle fingers moving in a rapid concentric motion, sending your heartrate into overdrive. You collapse, unable to hold yourself upright, and pillow your head onto your arms.

For a lucid moment—you consider how you look and how someone would see you if they happened to walk in. Your shirt is still bunched up over your collarbones, your tits spilled out from your bra and rubbing against the bills and invoices, your skirt rucked up around your waist while your boyfriend ploughs into you over his desk. It’s like a scene from a porn flick.

You glance over your shoulder and discover Carmy lost in the throes of passion. His face cherry-red and sweaty, the lower muscles of his abdomen flexing (when did he toss his shirt? Is it vintage too?), his lower lip trapped beneath his teeth as he holds back his moans. That’s what sends you over the edge. Carmy, all hot and bothered, burying himself into you as if he’ll die if he doesn’t.

Your entire face scrunches as your orgasm hits and tears spring to your eyes. Your legs tremble and you’re grateful for the stability of the desk under you. Your walls clench around Carmy’s cock, tight and pulsing, and his thrusts stutter. He sheathes himself deep into you and comes with one of his hands clamped over his mouth. You press your lips together, swallowing your own cry of release and pleasure, especially after feeling him come inside you and feeling how his cock swells and twitches inside you.

“Fuck.” Carmy sighs languidly.

You fix your top with a smile, “Yeah, you said it.” You shove a few tissues in your underwear to stop his cum from leaking out before you can reach the bathroom and adjust your skirt. “Meet you outside in a few?”

Carmy blinks, as if in a daze, and your heart flips at his Just-Fucked expression. You lean over, kissing his cheek, because you can’t resist not showering him in physical affection. That helps him snap out of it and his smile is brighter than Rockefeller Center at Christmas.

“Y-y-eah,” He swallows, “Take your time.”

Before you can leave, however, he grabs your elbow and kisses you. It’s a slow and gentle kiss—sweet as rain during a drought—and he mutters a quiet, “Love you, “ on your lips.

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Richie looks at you and his grin widens dangerously. “You’re missing a few whiskers, kitten.”

You check your reflection the Bear’s window and grimace at the smudged whiskers and your clumped mascara. “Shut the fuck up, Richie.”

For good measure, you throw a Snickers at him, and it hits him square in the chest.

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echonvoid · 5 months

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My version of the Poppy Playtime protagonist. They’re based on Aliens Ripley but if older. They couldn’t remember a whole bunch from the week or so around the Hour of Joy; they were attacked by Huggy and managed to make it right outside the front doors with the help of one of the other employees, who, valiantly (read *stupidly*) ran back inside to try to help. He never came back out. Anyway, Protag was found by paramedics, but the inside was empty of bodies by the time they got there. There was a shit load of blood, and after a brief scan by the cops, they just shut that shit down. They lost a couple cops and paramedics, but mostly used their instincts and ran. Like smart people who survive a horror movie.

So the protagonist ends up in a couple month long coma and comes out of it with a severed nerve that connects to their larynx. Now they haven’t been able to properly talk for 30 years (ignore my math, I’m still unsure how I fucked it up so bad)

I can’t decide if they’re late 50s or 60s. They’re farsighted, but their reading glasses have broke, so it’s really hard to see all the small faded text (which is why you can’t just read any ole file while playing)

They feel guilty bc they had been so proud to be a part of something with so much benefit and joy to kids, and now they’re finding out the actual *EVIL* that was happening to those with connection to the place. They feel guilty bc they feel like they should’ve known; *how could they have let this all happen right underneath their very nose*;etc. etc. they also have a burning hatred for the other managerial heads in the company (they themselves being head of toy production; their name is destroyed bc the prototype was enraged that one of the five main evils of the company got away or some shit like that)

It took them a while to figure out how to live and function without speech; and after a few years of slogging through a comphet (compulsory heteronormative) marriage, they finally went through a nasty divorce. Shortly after they figured out their own gender identity (or at least started the awkward process of) and their own sexuality.

Thirty years later (almost on the dot) they got the message and tape that cried for help from the factory and nearly shit themselves. Proto definitely assumed that the company had just shut down, cuz you know that the cops were paid to keep a building with almost 500 (or so) employees, that went missing and were presumably dead, under wraps from the public. They’re definitely super grateful they’ve been doing tumbling and martial arts classes, so they have been in incredible shape and can do all the crazy shit required to stay alive.

Edit: this is what I’m gonna call the Survivor AU cuz I realize that the game takes place in 2005 and not, like, 2025. And we apparently played hooky during the “hour of joy” in canon lore. Oh well

God this chapter fucked me up, in a good way. It was spooky as fuck, tense and terrifying; they’ve super upped the quality. But now I have just enough brain rot and characters to attach to to actually go through and draw up the design that’s been banging around in my head for ever.

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime chapter 3 #the protagonist #the protagonist poppy playtime #fanart #poppy playtime fanart #the protagonist fanart #disabled headcanon #damn I love ripley from aliens #the fight between her and the xenomorph queen is a big inspiration for this #nonbinary #possibly canon nonbinary character #the brainrot is real #chapter 3 is actually damn unnerving #poppy’s angel #survivor au #the hour of joy

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lazykiwi · 5 months

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Okay, I relistened and have notes on episode 1 of magnus protocol. (Spoilers for the first episode) Bare in mind, this is just my thoughts on the characters and the episode, and a lot of my brain filling in gaps that I know will be filled later

First off, love love LOVE Alice, I know jonny and most likely Alex, are gonna put her through some misery later on, but for now I can have my joke away the spooky character that I will get emotionally attached to and cry when they inevitably die. Cuz it's Alex, she will. I've already come to terms with it. But please, hand in marriage, please.

Next Sam, bless this boy, has no idea what he's in for, but he's trying his best. I think he has a connection to the magnus Institute. I don't know how yet, so that's still to figure out. Maybe old family? I don't know, just gonna throw everything at the wall and hope something sticks.

GWENDOLYN! LOVE HER! Would do a better job than lena at running the OIAR. She's not slow, she's efficient, and there's a difference. I kinda hope she snaps at some point, she's a bouchard for crying out loud, she'll have a trick up her sleeve.

Lena, I am obsessed with her voice, absolutely love her voice, I don't think she's the big baddie like elias was, maybe doesn't realise she's working for the baddie? Again, going off nothing but my own ideas here.

Colin absolutely knows something up, especially with that ending, maybe from trying to get the app going, he accidentally found something he wasn't supposed to, and that's why he's staying? To figure it out? Saying the app isn't ready, either cuz he's either spent more time trying to figure out what's going on or is just saying its not ready so he has an excuse to have more time to find out more?

Finally on characters, Norris and Chester... I can imagine the smug looks on jonny and Alex's faces seeing all of us lose our collective shit as we were all trying to figure out who they were playing, just for them to be spooky siri and alexa.... God damn it you two. Though, maybe them reading out the cases is a way of showing what the real cases are, like how in tma it was if the statement had to be read on a tape recorder?

Okay, onto the stat- i mean cases... the cases. The first one feels pretty tma standard someone deciding to fuck around and find out too late, however the "some of him" bit...hate, love it, but hate it. The second one with Chester, the first institute mention we have, I'm more surprised it was in the first episode, I thought it would come later. Again with the "Canaries should stay above ground".... love and hate it... these god damn one-liners... also, does anyone have any thoughts on what that photo is? Eyes are mentioned obviously, and I wanna hear what peoples thought it might be, I have a feeling a pair of those eyes could be redcanarys' eyes, and the poor sod is most likely dead. Again, Sam definitely has a connection to the institute. I don't know how, but he does.

Finally, props to the orchestra for that music, Jesus Christ, it was so good! The ending music is essentially "the world is ending because the villain finally won" kind music, legit got goosebumps when I first listened to it, want that music injected into my bloodstream please and thank you!

#the magnus protocol #alice dyer #sam khalid #gwendolyn bouchard #lena kelley #colin becher #my blorbos #thank god no bonzo...yet #that will be a jumpscare im not prepared for

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jorality · 1 year

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I haven't edited my playthrough of all 5 endings, but it doesn't matter cuz I have questions.

In a Fateful End we end up in the butcher shop. Presumably as a slab of meat on the wall. So does that mean every object in the videos that have eyes was once a person?

What is Wooly and Amanda's relationship? Are they frenemies? Is Amanda the prisoner and Wooly her...chaperone? I don't want to say he's the warden because it feels like something bigger is controlling them both.

Why is Wooly's voice actor never mentioned? Every time it seems like his name should be mentioned his credits glitch. We only know about Rebecca and not whoever played Wooly. Is Wooly even one of Sam's creations or did Hameln come up with him?

Lore wise there's too much happening. Like we got references to the Pied Piper of Hamelin. Three demons and missing kids who were all obsessed with a children's show.

Thinking out loud, we know the show originally was live action, but we don't know the minutia of how it worked. Were there puppets? Was Wooly there and if so was he like a Muppet or was he more like a sock puppet a la Lambchop's Play-along? Was it like Mr. Roger's Neighborhood?!

In one of the special tapes Rebecca says she doesn't want to listen to the man in the headphones. Who the fuck is the man in the headphones? Is it one of the demons the Hameln director is trying to make her summon? What is Hameln's goal? I might need to dig into demonology for that answer because I can only break it down from the Pied Piper angle, but it would still be incomplete.

I'll figure it out eventually.

#amanda the adventurer #amanda the adventurer spoilers

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two-calicos-in-a-trenchcoat · 10 months

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When I was binding my plant book I spent about an hour digging around online to figure out which stitch I would use and researching the different binding methods to figure out what would work best.

I also wanted a good written tutorial for how to do the stitch i ultimately chose (the coptic stitch) because I do not like video tutorials. Unfortunately none of the written tutorials had exactly what I needed. Specifically none of them told you what to do if you ran out of thread before finishing the binding. Their advice was "make sure to cut enough thread from the beginning" which was not going to work for me. While there is a way to measure out how much thread you need, I would likely still need to know how to add more thread. My plant book is quite a bit thicker than the books being made in the tutorials. And I dont know if you've ever tried to hand sew something by hand and thought "ehhh ill just cut off a bunch and hope its enough to do this in one go," but it NEVER works out that way.

DO NOT LISTEN TO THAT VOICE. THAT IS THE DEVIL SPEAKING.

All that will happen is you end up with a giant tangled mess of thread that you can never untangle. And im pretty good at untangling threads but its a pain in the ass and just not something I would like to waste my time on. Not to mention the wasted thread. So I ended up having to watch part of a video tutorial to figure out what I was supposed to do when the thread inevitably ran out. And I told myself that the next time I did this, I would make my own written tutorial with pictures showing what to do and also showing how I reinforce the spine because I go a bit further than any of the tutorials I found.

(Tutorial under the cut)

Most people seem to choose the coptic stitch because they like how it looks and they keep the stitching exposed. While I agree that it looks good, I dont personally like the exposed stitching. I like people to look at my books and be surprised when I tell them I bound them myself. And making a book that looks professionally done accomplishes that. Also I prefer it over the exposed stitching, ALSO I don't use proper bookbinding thread cuz I do this on a budget with stuff I can get at walmart or already have lying around the house and covering the stitching helps reinforce it. I ultimately decided on the coptic stitch partly because it allows the book to lie flat when open, but also because every article I read on different stitches to use said that it was the most complicated one and I looked at that and was like "pffffttt cant be that hard." And honestly I think I was right. Its pretty straightforward.

So what youre gonna need is some paper. Personally, I like to take those sketchbooks that are bound with tape or glue and pull all the pages out. This way you also get a front and back cover.

Again, every tutorial was telling me to fold the pages with a bone fold, which is nice if you have one, I guess, but I do not, so I used the clip on the side of my mechanical pencil to fold the pages in half. If youre using regular sketch paper then you wanna make some signatures which is a group of 4 to 5 sheets of paper, folded in half, and placed inside each other. But for something thicker like watercolor paper, I just sew each individual sheet on separately.

Next, you're gonna wanna take the hard piece of cardboard at the back of the taped together sketchbook and cut that shit in half. I use an exacto knife but ive also used scissors for this in the past. I do not recommend using scissors. Its possible to do but not worth the hand cramps. And then BOOM you have the covers of your sketchbook.

Another thing most people tell you to use is an awl to punch the holes in the paper. Again, I do not have an awl. Nor do I have the money to buy one. At first, I just punched the holes in with a thumbtack but thumbtacks are tiny and after awhile your fingers start to hurt and you may start to lose your grip on it and its just generally a bad time. But, ya bois got a lot of sewing needles (I kept losing them for awhile there and would give up and buy new ones only to then find the pack I lost. So I have like 3 packs of sewing needles.

Thats not counting the ones my mom has also bought because she's done the same thing) and out of frustration from using the thumbtack I decided to try sticking a sewing needle into one of my mechanical pencils and seeing if it would fit and not just immediately push back in when I tried to use it. And what do you fuckin know?

It worked extremely well and I wish id thought of it sooner. I cut the time spent poking holes into the signatures in half and it doesnt hurt my fingers at all.

Youre also going to need thread, of course. I use embroidery thread cuz thats what I already had. Normally you should go for a thicker thread. Preferably a waxed thread. And most people would recommend using a curved sewing needle. This is the one thing im considering getting for myself at some point. You CAN do it with a straight needle but a curved one would definitely make some aspects of this significantly easier.

Now to start off, you wanna take your string and put it in the needle and fold it in half and tie the ends together and then

You wanna thread the needle through the first signature and then

Pull it up through the bottom of the first hole in the cover and loop it around twice and pull it tight

Then push the needle back into the first hole in the paper

And put it through the next hole in the signature

Then repeat that process til you get to the end of the holes. When you get to the last one start like you did with all the others but after wrapping the thread around the cardboard twice you get the next signature

And push it in through the first hole and back out the second (tbc)

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simplylove101 · 8 months

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2023 Horror Challenge: [64/?]

↳“What's on their videos are things that can't be unseen.” Hell House LLC Origins: The Carmichael Manor (2023) dir. Stephen Cognetti

Plot: A group of cold case investigators stay at the Carmichael Manor. After four nights, the group was never heard from again. What is discovered on their footage is even more disturbing than anything found on the Hell House tapes.

Starring: Bridget Rose Perrotta, Destiny Leilani Brown, James Liddell & Gideon Berge

So, this actually became a last minute addition to the Halloween watches just because it being released yesterday made it so it arrived just in time for this year's challenge. Why put it off, right? Considering I actually appreciated the first movie for what it was and have been hearing it may be considered an improvement for the franchise, I was curious. Yes, I haven't seen the second or third one yet but it's probably true, and since these stories are one-offs (while they clearly take place in the same universe), I figured it was okay to skip around a bit. In terms of acting and visuals and things of that sort, it is a bit of an improvement from at least the original because they kept that cast tight enough that we can focus on who's who more. Now with it being filmed the way it is, it does lose some of that rawness from the original but it's just more visually pleasing to watch so I can't really complain to be honest. It's still found footage so format-wise it's gonna be a mixed bag for people regardless if they hate that subgenre. lol Like I said, the acting and chemistry within the group is better but I wouldn't say that makes it any less frustrating when you see the characters make poor decisions. Bridget Rose Perrotta brings a lot of energy to her role as Margot, which I commend her for, but sometimes in the beginning at times I wanted to be like, can she chill out a bit? XD Not gonna lie, I was very confused how this was gonna be a prequel since it's present-day and still am but they did reference the second movie plenty so at the very least I know it was tied to something in the franchise. Love how I went from funny clowns to scarier clowns this morning but that was definitely a coincidence. The creepy vibes managed to get me again at certain parts so I gotta give the creators kudos for that. I decided to be a chicken and save this for a morning watch cuz I was counting on that. lol I think I got what I expected from this, despite any flaws, so overall, it was worth the watch in my book. I'm open to them doing another movie if that post-credits scene is any indication.

#hell house llc origins: the carmichael manor #horrorchallenge2023

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antiochean · 2 years

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Ok here are my Weirdly Specific Vanderwood headcanons

Was hesitant to post this cuz it kind of spoils my writing, but I'm still constantly debating posting my writing, and making a list is light and fun

TW for drug use, trauma. The vibes get kinda bad after the read more. But then they pick back up a little.

Alright check this out:

Could be very good with technology if they were interested

But as it is they aren't. Computers and smartphones are things they have to deal with for work.

The more analog the better. In fact, they somehow have a tape player in their car, and they keep tapes around. They love the feeling of their music taking up physical space.

Because they're very affected by their environment. Cozy environment equals a cozy Vanderwood. If their space is disorganized they can't focus on anything else.

What they enjoy listening to is mostly old metal and rock. Think Queen, Mötley Crüe. Music that drips glitter and gold.

I mean where do you think they got their haircut and leopard print from if not glam metal

They were raised in the UK and exposure to glam metal androginy was their gender awakening

I headcanon them as bigender and bisexual. Totally not because I'm projecting my gender and sexuality onto them. Nuh-uh. He/they lol

They love beautiful things. Gold, specially. Silk. But they don't allow themselves to wear it. (Yet?)

They own many scarves

Contrary to popular belief I don't think they blush very easily at all. They're very good at keeping their cool. They do, however, avoid eye contact when flustered, sometimes swallow dryly. And if you pay close attention, you'll notice they hold their breath, too.

I see them as a trauma kid. Probably had an absent mother figure and shitty father figure. Very low income childhood household.

Tried to be a good kid for most of their childhood. Realized in high school that that wasn't working, and became a delinquent shithead.

An incident while playing with fire/homemade explosives seriously injured a kid their age and put them in juvie

They got picked up by the agency six months later. They were 16. Kids with nothing to lose make for excellent killers.

Having injured that kid actually fucked them up pretty bad. Their personality did a full 180 after that. Ego death.

They're now completely desensitized to gore. Still find it unhygienic, but not disturbing.

Watch slasher movies as a coping mechanism. Specially shitty old slashers with practical effects.

They're only ever not ashamed of laughing out loud when they're watching slashers or spy movies.

Or if they're doing it sarcastically, I guess

They have OCD. They obsess with cleanliness and numbers.

They're always counting. Very good with quick math cuz they're always doing it. Sometimes a number pops up and they have to tap a joint (wrist, knee) that number of times to avert some grotesque catastrophe.

No one can see the tapping. If anyone sees it, grotesque catastrophe.

Sometimes it's like their sanity relies on everything being perfectly under control. And they're actually pretty good at keeping things under control and preparing for every situation, so you rarely get to see them having to deal with what is, to them, the catastrophe scenario.

They have a lot of practice at analyzing people/psychological and personality profiling. They're also always doing it out of habit. And it is a lot like math. They can't allow themselves to have interactions that aren't transactional, anyways, so socializing ends up being math.

The way they allow themselves to understand value is very practical - they're good if they're useful. That means they enjoy shooting a lot, cause they're good at it.

They have psychosis when on drugs, but didn't make the link between the drugs and the psychosis for a while, and abused drugs for years.

Became obsessed with divine geometry during those, felt that the patterns that they found in numbers were messages from a higher being.

Swore off drugs after an extremely bad paranoia bender. It made them realize how much they really, really didn't want to die.

Dropped the God stuff by that point. Wanting to survive was enough for them.

Mostly abused drugs with huge crashes.

Because they're a total emotional masochist

The type of person to Relish in an unrequited crush, as it confirms their bias that they're unworthy of love.

Torture themselves by keeping track of where they could be in life if they had actually gone to college

They feel like they're hardening themselves when they do it. That they're turning themselves more and more into a cold, indestructible weapon.

Cope by completely emptying themselves. And they feel safe when they're empty. Emotions equal danger

Because if they care about something, it will be taken from them, and absolutely destroy them

While working for the agency, they have plenty of excuses to be bad at relationships. Plus, they're scared you'll be terrified when you realize what a monster they've been their whole life, and they're terrified they'll lose control and do something horrible. But leaving the agency adds a whole new layer of "What if I let myself hope for a normal life and all of my hopes get crushed"

So yeah trying to get close to them will involve a lot of them avoiding you to keep themselves and you safe. Expect many unanswered texts and "Oh yeah I'm actually on the other side of the continent right now sorry I didn't tell you anything beforehand"

When a person with an avoidant attachment style is in love or in a relationship, it starts building up pressure. It builds up stress - a primal urge to run for your life. There are outbursts, fights.

They're usually capable of apologizing if they're unreasonable, though, after they cool down. They really don't want to lose you.

The urge to run is there in other places, too. They usually leave the room immediately after waking up from a PTSD nightmare.

By default, they're allergic to expressing positive emotions

But damn. When they start warming up to you and taking breaks from fighting the positive feelings more and more frequently. They care about you so much

You just have to know/learn how to read the signs

They'll easily get attached to someone who understands them and understands their boundaries and not to cross them. They're working so hard on being better about emotions!! Give them time. Don't make them too uncomfortable, or they'll shut down and pull away.

They value nonverbal communication because of how hard it is for them to be honest and upfront about things that matter to them. Sometimes a conversation will approach one of their boundaries and you two will look at each other and just know. Without having to say anything. You know the things they can't say yet are already there.

This wreck of a human being wants to be understood so bad. They CRAVE the mortifying ordeal of being known. Demonstrate insight into their personality and you'll live in their head rent free forever and ever. Same for remembering like, their favorite ice cream flavor or some offhand comment they made. They don't expect you to be interested enough to do these things.

He has so many scars. Try to avoid touching the one on his back from when a bullet punctured his lung. On a bad day, it'll knock him out of breath all over again.

Emotions are intimate and therefore dangerous and scary. Sex is easy though. They're bad at emotions and good at sex.

I imagine that in the beginning of a relationship they'd use sex as a love language a lot, cuz physical intimacy is the only type of intimacy they have any experience in.

Also. Acts of service. They will NOT let you drive. They will NOT let you cook. How else will you know they love you. They need this. Put the car keys down slowly and nobody gets hurt

Will also show they care by giving any hobby you have a serious try.

Stark comes from Game of Thrones, not Iron Man. They watched the first season when it came out and never recovered. Read all the books. They're a total geek about it.

GOD that got long. Can you tell I think about this character a normal amount. Anyways thanks for reading this far. Will you marry me

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Hi . I'm a teen and a non binary trans guy I'm not out and really want it be (my mom has guested it multiple times lmao) but I have sever anxiety and also idk now how to and how to descued starting medical stuff if able to (I already somewhat know they're might be some barriers to that cuz of home life situation) and packing and binding with trans tape (got a binder she doesn't know about but I don't bind much anymore cuz I have asthma) any suggestions to all this mess?

Have a great day/night

take care of yourself

hi there! thank you for sending this ask, i appreciate getting asks like this!

if you're a teen, i always try to urge against binding with binders for extended periods of time (more than 1 + 2 hrs uninterrupted maximum) due to the fact that your bones/skeletal structure and musculature are still growing into place and you don't want to influence that. trans tape might be a healthier option for you, especially if you're asthmatic, though i've never used it so i can't speak for how well it works. a well-fitting sports bra with no built-in cups can also help tremendously!

i would say focus on your social and presentation needs first, then worry about what to do about HRT, unless HRT is necessary to ease the dysphoria you have now. i generally say try to focus on figuring out new names, pronouns, what types of clothes you want to wear, how you'd like to present, what types of masculine things give you euphoria, what kind of guy you'd like to be, etc. making sure your friends are referring to you correctly will be very important, limiting misgendering endured will be a lifesaver. you can also work on getting your chest voice prepared for testosterone, by learning how to sing and talk from your chest region if you don't already.

the medical side of things is really important, but you just want to make sure that's absolutely right for you first before jumping into it!

after that, since you are underage, i'm actually not quite sure how the process of getting on hormones and getting set up for surgeries would look like for you. most if not all surgeries would have to wait until you are 18, iirc, for safety reasons. as for hormones i know lots of people who have started HRT in their teens, and i think for you it would ask your primary care doctor if you have one right now if they know the steps to getting you started, or if they can get you a referral for a gender affirmation treatment specialist. if you have a therapist, they may also be able to help you get a recommendation, or refer you to a clinic that specializes in/has queer health care focused providers.

if those don't turn anything up, it would be good to see if there are any LGBT/queer/trans youth resources nearby! a lot of LGBT resources specifically cater toward youth, so try to reach out to see if there's anything like that in your area. the counselor at your school might know some numbers, or your local college may have a gay/straight or LGBT pride group that you can go to for help, or a transgender resource center. you can also google things like "LGBT crisis line" or "LGBT resources in my area".

i hope that was helpful! take care, i hope you're able to get started on your journey safely and at a pace that's comfortable for you! I hope your mom will be supportive as you continue to transition, if you need any more help, feel free to stop by and we'll do what we can to help! you take care of yourself as well, king

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TT007: The Man With Many Names

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TT007

(Intro music)

(Tape recorder sounds)

Mark: Okay. All set and ready to roll.

D: All right, cool. For the record, what the heck's been going on with you lately?

Cole: I, I don't even know where to begin.

Jesse: Are you guys totally sure it's okay for me to be here for this? It seems like it might be an internal team moment.

Cole: No, you're good, Jesse. And I'm really sorry about the way I spoke to you, that, that really wasn't cool of me.

Jesse: Oh, that's fine. I've already let it go.

Mark: Oh, uh, hi. I'm Mark, by the way.

Jesse: Hi, Mark. I'm Jesse. D's girlfriend. Nice to meet you.

Mark: Oh, girlfriend, eh?

D: Yep.

Mark: Cool. Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool.

D: Okay. So Cole, what's going on?

Cole: All right. But I want this entered straight into the Tiny Terrors Exchange as well, so let's record it properly, eh?

(Tape recorder sounds)

Cole: Okay. This all began before we even started recording the podcast, really. I, I mean, that's when I think it began, because... I, I can't for the life of me figure out where, or how else this all could have happened. How he, they, whatever, found me. So, when we came up with the idea for the podcast, I sent out a little, I don't know, I guess you could call it a notice.

Well, I sent the notice to every address I collected in all the years in the Tiny Terror Exchange. I wasn't sure if I was allowed to, but I also know that I'd never heard that you couldn't. Maybe that's cuz no one had ever tried to advertise anything through the exchange before. Or maybe it was before my time, but, but I sent out a couple hundred letters telling folks to send me their best stories and recordings, you know, to put in the podcast.

Okay. Before you give me that look, I know it was unsolicited. I know I probably shouldn't have done it. But I, but I don't think you guys know how badly I wanted this all to work. I'd spent months running my big mouth like I always do. Telling you both how it would be so easy to start a podcast. "Oh, look at those idiots. If they can do it, then, then we can," but honestly, I just really wanted you both to get as excited as I was to just, I, I don't know, just make something that belonged to us and no one else. I had no idea if I could get anyone to listen. And I guess I got in my head a little bit about it, like everything sort of disappeared around the edges and I was just tunnel visioned on having the best possible stories, which isn't really what the exchange is about so much as the gamble, the excitement of opening a letter and not knowing what's inside.

But, but, but what can I say? I, I just really didn't wanna let you guys down. So anyways, I sent out the letters and mostly forgot about it. After a week or two, a couple people did end up replying, but in one letter they sent a handful of glitter, which by the way, took me an hour to clean up and another ripped a page out of a children's book and shoved it in the envelope.

I was completely discouraged. Uh, so I just focused on what I had already saved, hoping that when I released the podcast, folks would just, they would just, I don't know, just get it. I just hoped they'd magically understand why I felt it was important. It was about that time that we recorded the first episode.

Well, it was after that, but also before I had you both begin recording as well. It was late that night and I couldn't sleep. It just felt like the whole world was staring in at me and breathing on me, and my chest was all twisted up inside and my mind was racing and I was just trying to figure out how we were gonna pull off this damn podcast, and I had spent so long winding you both up and getting you so excited.

So I got up and I came out here and started throwing papers around trying to find that one story that would hook everyone and have them instantly love us. Well, I didn't succeed, but just trying made me feel. And as I began to put the papers away, as I was feeling a yawn coming on, I saw a sealed letter, like a, like a neon sign popping out of the papers thrown all over the desk.

So I picked it up and opened it. It was a letter, and the entire page was filled from top to bottom with writing. "Why did you feed the beast? Why did you feed the beast? Why did you feed the beast?" Over and over, it was written and it was written so many times that whoever had penned the letter ran out of space and began to trace the words again until it had nearly worn through the paper.

But, but in the middle of all that chaos was a list as well. A list of names. Nathan Landsdown. Jamie, Pete, Marlon Gunter and McKessog. Dennis Malt, Stephan Krell, Donny Sums, and then the final name on the list, Cole Weavers. I didn't really know what I was looking at, honestly. It was unnerving, but I wasn't afraid.

I wasn't immediately startled, so I crumpled it up and threw it in the trash and went to bed. But when I laid down, I couldn't sleep once again. I just kept repeating the names I remembered from the list. It was sort of lyrical, I guess. It had wormed its way into my brain, so I pulled out my phone and began Googling a couple of them.

First was Emma Kessog, Stoker Award candidate: dead. Second was Stephan Krell, comic book writer: missing. Third, I looked up Dennis Malt, a sort of modern day Vincent Price and; murdered. It was unnerving, but I mostly shrugged it off and went to bed. When I woke in the morning, the curiosity got the better of me once again, and I came back out to the shed and got the letter out of the trash and Googled one name after another, after another until the whole list was done and dead, missing, dead murdered, murdered, missing. Every single one of them was dead or missing.

The only two people named on that list who were still living were myself and Donny Sums the New York Times bestselling author of Corpse Singer. This must have been a gag, someone memeing on me or seeing the perfect time to copy a lame, creepy pasta.

But fast forward later that week, I was walking home from work on that one stretch a few blocks down from the old theater, you know, that, that back road with the old lamppost that looks more like spotlights. And I was just listening to the first couple episodes that we had recorded over and over again trying to find anything that might be wrong with them.

Just completely in my head, when someone tackled me to the ground, my heart leapt into my throat as I threw my hands up the nearest lamppost, completely backlighting the person or thing that had just bowled me over. All I could see was a dark silhouette. I wasn't sure if I was embarrassed or scared, but I just began saying, "Sorry, I'm, I'm so sorry." Just repeating it, hoping that whoever it was would just walk away, but they stuck their hand out as if to help me up.

I, I didn't want to take it, but I, I didn't want to be rude, so I took their hand and began to stand myself up and without any sort of warning, it was so much strength all at once, the person yanked me up close and grabbed me tight.

I, I tried to pull away, but they wouldn't let me. And then in my ear, they said so quietly I could barely hear. "Why did you feed the beast?" Then the names, he began repeating the names that had been on the list, and then as if to punctuate them, he said, Once again, but louder. "Why did you feed the beast?" And then he just, just let me go.

Uh, I, I was paralyzed with fear. All I could do was close my eyes and try to listen to his footsteps, walk away between the sounds of my own heartbeat racing in my ear. I couldn't hear him anymore. I just ran as fast as my legs would let me. My knees wouldn't stop wobbling, and I nearly fell every other step.

But finally I got back and ran into the shed to double check the names or I, I don't know. I just hope the letter and all this was just some mental breakdown that I just imagined at all, but I hadn't, and that's when I found the cassette tape. It was, it was just there wrapped in a piece of paper with an elastic tying it together.

The wrapping didn't say anything on it. I already checked, but I, I kept it just in case I was murdered and there were fingerprints or I, I don't know, something just told me that I shouldn't throw it away. The cassette tape, however, wasn't blank and was recorded.

Um, it was, it was recorded right here. Where I'm sitting now.

Someone broke into here and spent long enough to record their own tape before you ask. No, I'm not gonna play it for you right now. You can listen to it after I'm gone. I've, I've already heard it once and I don't want to hear it again. So yeah, that's, that's why I've been gone. That's why I've been kind of missing in action.

I've been trying to figure out what the hell is going on and who these people are, and I've been at the library chasing down relatives of the people on the list, scouring the internet, looking for anyone who might be able to tell me if I'm going to be murdered... And I just, I just can't believe I've sent my address to hundreds of people.

Could be anyone, and I was stupid enough not to use a postal box. For years. I just thought, wow, that's kind of weird that so many people have PO boxes, and now I know why.

(Tape recorder sounds)

Mark: You're not serious. Right? Tell me, you're not serious.

D: This is just some sort of performance art. Right?

Mark: Yeah, mate. I'll be honest. It sounds like some sort of wind up.

Cole: Mark. Trust me when I say this. I wish it was.

Mark: And you just found the sealed envelope on the desk.

Cole: It was just laying right there the morning after we recorded the first episode.

Mark: I mean, maybe it's a weird coincidence.

D: Or maybe it's not.

Cole: Neither of you signed up for any of this.

Mark: No, you're right. We didn't,

Cole: I, I, I feel like I'm going to lose my mind. It. It's just, it's hanging over me. This has just been this dark cloud above my head and this weight on my shoulders. If I could just ignore this, I would, but I feel like my head's going to explode if I don't stick it out.

But listen, I'm not expecting you guys to stick around. I understand if it's too much.

Mark: You're kidding, right?

D: Yeah. I'm not going.

Mark: Yeah, same.

D: You really think we're just gonna leave you in the cold like that? Like just when things are starting to get interesting.

Mark: Not a chance.

(Tape recorder sounds)

Mark: Tiny Terrors is an anthology horror podcast produced by Pulp Audio and licensed under a creative commons attribution, non-commercial sharealike 4.0 international license.

D: This episode was directed by Cole Weavers with sound production and editing by Mike LeBeau.

Mark: To find additional information or to join our Patreon for additional content and ad free episodes, visit our website, www.tinyterrorspod.com.

D: Follow us on Twitter, Instagram and Facebook at Tiny Terrors Pod,

Mark: Or join the Pulp Audio discord by clicking the link in the description below.

D: Rate and review us on Spotify and Apple.

Mark: And finally, thanks for listening.

Note: I couldn't find an official list with the names in the list so I took a best guess. Will update once we have them!

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