#kas's ocs

[hunterfromtheabyss]

oc closeups

[wolfythewitch]

hope i'm not too late to the party, i wanted to draw the lil waterlogged avatar too :3

OH THIS IS SO COOL I LOVE IT SM

[ghostoffuturespast]

So It Goes

24 March 2022 - 13 April 2024

Status: Complete

Read in its entirety on AO3

(Shave a thousand off for the last chapter though, it's stuff that was too long for the notes.)

Welp, I finally did it. Finally got that little green check mark. I finished my fic. My ode to my tinfoil hat is complete. It is goddamn fucking done! I still need to go back to fix some things and polish this up, but that's easy money. The hard part is over, kids.

This is the first fan fic I ever wrote/writed/writtended and I had no idea what I was getting myself into when I started this story. But at two years and nearly half a million words later, it was far more than I anticipated and ever thought I was capable of. To say this fic took on a life of its own is an understatement. Not only did this thing Frankenstein its way out of my head, but it also took over my life. So if you've taken the time to read this fic, dropped a kudos, or a bookmark, or a comment. Thank you, truly.

Writing this was a hell of a lot of work (blood, sweat, tears, and lots of overthinking), it wasn't always easy, and often felt impossible at times. Trying to juggle irl life, writing, navigating the fandom experience, and tempering my expectations of my friends and peers... Let's just say it's been a learning experience.

But I did it. We made it. We're here.

So I'm gonna take a victory lap, take a breather, possibly a nap, and after that, Grandpa V and Old Man River will be back at some point. Idk when yet.

Because, of course, I'm an idiot and there's a part II to this fucking thing.

It only took me 33 chapters to get to the punchline of this joke...

[majorpatheticcas]

Them

[kimsilvianwn]

a little lore

well this is the inner self of KA Wally, even though on the outside he may seem like a serious Russian, bitter, stubborn and someone who can be intimidating, someone who does not need help or having friends, someone who does not show his emotions, in the Inside it is the complete opposite, he is trapped in the manipulation of his boss Home, who since he was a child abused him both physically and verbally, KA is in the depths of the manipulation, almost impossible to escape on his own, he is locked in that darkness that is in his inside...

He is trapped in his own loneliness...

He needs help, he needs to free himself from all that darkness that consumes him every day...he...

he needs you…

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

I might've overwritten this kiss fic but idc 💀👍

[bubblew0lf1]

Tiny Bo-ka and her master Uli (and me struggling with poses)

[cookie-crumblr]

G/N! Royal Reader × Yandere Prince OC

If the Crown fits👑✨

Part 1, 2~

His Info 🕯️📜

!!!MINORS DNI!!!

Synop: You are a royal, expected to marry the realms’ crown royal. You don't like him at first but he wins you over, yada yada~ It's SMUT✨

CW: GN! Reader, no bodily or genitalia descrips for reader, arranged marriage(more so encouraged), i don't think any for this part????? lemme no! love y'all darlings! Short part!!!

"But father, you can't truly expect me to marry that-”

"You will hold your tongue, child.” The tall man interrupts. “and you will marry Prince Kastriot." He slams down his gilded cane so that it bounces back up to his grasp. As he storms out, the queen, your mother, flits in like a six foot three butterfly that more than aced her elegance training.

"Now, how you go about it, darling... Just don't do anything I wouldn't have done," she kisses your forehead.

"Mother... You assassinated an entire retinue comitatus to get to father.” You roll your eyes.

"I said what I said." she dainty wiggles her fingers as a wave while she departs from your bedroom's antechamber.

You fall onto the plush furs covered sofa, the fireplace across from you crackles, usually soothing, are far too loud at the moment. You're grating your teeth when your pet fox bounds up to you.

You let out the air you hadn't realized you were holding. How can you be stressed while henry is here?

You can't.

You scritch his chin, his leg kicks the air signifying you're on point.

*We should get some rest, Henry, it's my coming out tomorrow." You sigh and pat his muzzle affectionately.

Later~

"The moon's still out, Henry, it's fine," You can almost hear the fox saying you need sleep through his wines.

You're still up.

Unable to sleep, you started sifting through most recent political setbacks of your kingdom. People need liberated here, more housing there, while the year's social season starts.

You glance out the window, and instead of glittering blackness, you are greeted with the deep tell tale pink and orange slash across the horizon.

"Oh gods!! Now!?" You grab a thick, old tome, and fill it with some important receipts, then slam it shut, stuff it into your satchel, and rush out of your father's office.

You're retainers rush around the room with an undeniable vibrancy. Everyone loves the social season...

But your stomachs in knots.

You aren't "being forced to marry Prince Kastriot, but you are definitely being forced to marry him.

You don't even know the man! You always had the typical dream every royal shares... To marry for love.

But like with most royals, that dream is squashed like insects beneath the boots of your parents.

You zone back in when some one punches you as they tie a ribbon, their face is twisted in absolute horror and it confuses you.

"What’s the matter, Eliza? You inspect her further, hoping she's unharmed.

“Y-you know my— I’m sorry, I pinched you... Your royal highness”

You almost bark out a laugh but with your own training you manage to keep it fully hidden. "Oh, my, uh, listen, you don't have to worry too much here, it's not even in a visible place, let's move along please,”

You raise your arms for the other retainers and courtiers.

She looks relieved as she gets back to tying and fastening little bits and pieces of your outfit.

You stifle an overwhelmingly strong yawn.

Fuck.

Your second wind is already dying out, and it's not even time for brunch and touring the park.

"What is the attack plan for the day, darling?" Your mother asks politely, between small sips of her tea.

"Mom, No." You go to stand it's almost time to prepare for the tour anyway.

She predictably stops you, but just briefly, "Do take care, your highness."

You roll your eyes with a groan.

Henry trots along, happily trailing you. Tongue lolling and tail wagging like a dog's.

It's almost a picture perfect day really.

But...

Where's your father?

Presentation Time~

Now you know where he was, because regardless of alphabetical order you are in the last place.

Most likely so that you have the optimal chance to leave a lasting impression.

They'll be tired and bored by then, If you want to go along with it you should be exciting and flamboyant, but be careful to not overdo it, this is a proper event in from of the two kings of kings, and their son, after all.

Then again…

You could also try and sabotage your presentation to court… It might possibly ruin your chances with the crown prince… That would save you from marring someone you don’t know, but that would also bring forth your kingdom’s downfall.

[jo-harrington]

Was this what happened when someone looked upon the true form of a God? Were they fully unprepared for the sight before them? Was that the true test, to see something so unfathomable and horrific and still find it... "Beautiful," you muttered. "God...Eddie, you're beautiful."

(Excerpt from As Above, So Below Chapter 6: Revelation)

A commission from the lovely @toomanyacorns. Or, more accurately, PART of a larger commission by Kelso, just needed to do a little fast hand photoshop magic because it contains a huge spoiler and only a few people know about it. And I will be creating a V2 post once we get there (not long now).

BUT! Our brave Knight and her lost love in his monstrous form.

This one has been a long time in the making and once again Kelso drew this with only a few sentences of a description, almost no other references besides the art that she drew herself . I know a lot of AASB came from my brain but she honestly did a lot in shaping some of the imagery in this story with her wonderful imagination and skill and I cannot thank her enough for her talent and her friendship.

[magicalmysteries777]

magicalmysteries777 - masterlist.

One Shots

Lay ons. - (Eddie Munson x F!Reader) - 2.3k

"Popular female reader with a secret crush on Eddie goes to buy drugs but ends up getting more than she paid for."

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"You're clueless, you know that?" - (Eddie Munson x Reader) & (Reader x Steve Harrington!Fake) - 2.3k

"You agree to accompany Steve to Enzo’s for Valentine’s Day with only one shared goal in mind - to make Eddie so jealous he has no choice but to have the one conversation he’s being avoiding."

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Multi-chapter

The Bloody-Handed and The Anguish of Loving Them - (Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson) - 15.3k - 5/10 chapters.

"Almost a year has passed since Eddie Munson died and it feels like the only person that isn't moving on is Steve. After spending the night studying a Dungeons and Dragons handbook, Steve is convinced he's figured out how to defeat Vecna once and for all. Not only that, but bring Eddie back too. Now he just has to prove it."

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The Shire Is Burning - (Eddie Munson x F!OC) - 23.9k - 13/? chapters.

"Trying to navigate problems like growing up as a teen in the 80s in a new town can be tough enough without taking things like family secrets, faulty murder charges, alternate dimensions, and a psychopath with powers that's hellbent on revenge into account. Can Lilith do enough to uncover the truth and save everyone from Vecna? Or at the very least... just one person?"

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[bnnuyboikase]

rewatching the watership down miniseries and i swear, this would have been my warrior cats if it came out when i was 10

[hunterfromtheabyss]

some recent oc art

[swiss-mrs]

EVERMORE: Preface

Eddie Munson Fic - Evermore Directory - Word Count: 2.2K

I died there. I should be dead.

Eddie gasps awake, choking on stale air. His mouth tastes of metallic. He coughs several times, wincing with each cough, before he’s finally able to take a deep breath on his hands and knees. Everything, all at once, floods back to him.

“I ran away… I just ran and I left her there. [...] Look at us. We are not heroes. [...] Buying more time. [...] Come On! [...] I didn’t run away this time, right? [...] It’s finally my year, Henderson… I love you, man.”

“Eddie!!” His eyes widen in horror. His right hand immediately grabs at his left side. He feels torn fabric and dried blood, but he feels no pain, He looks down, no open wounds, not even scars. What’s happening? He looks up, turning his head to look at the scene around him.

“Henderson?” His dry throat struggles to get his voice out. “Dustin!?” Nothing. It’s like calling out into an empty tunnel. There’s nothing.

Eddie tests his legs, pushing himself off the ground. The red lightning seemed to have calmed leaving just a dark, blue hue over everything. “Hello?” Eddie tried in vain. A scared frown adorned his face as he began walking carefully around the fallen, deformed bat creatures that looked more like dark spots on the cold ground. Without the lightning overhead, it felt as though he was walking through a dark room illuminated only by moonlight through thin curtains.

He barely makes it five steps before a sharp pain stings through his head. “Ah!” He squeezes his eyes shut and reaches for his covered forehead. The pain is near blinding, causing a high-pitched ringing in his ears.

He falls to kneel down, focusing on his jagged breathing. After a few agonizingly slow seconds pass, he’s finally able to catch his breath once again. What the fuck was that? Eddie blinks a few times to readjust his mind and eyes. When he opens his eyes, it’s like someone suddenly turned on the lights. He shakes his head, trying to shake his brain’s wiring back into place. Looking up at his surroundings, everything is as clear as day. Eddie furrows his brows confused. These details weren’t there before. He could barely see the creatures below him a few moments ago, but now he could see the grain details of the trees meters in front of him. What?

His ears perked up. Everything seems incredibly quiet. No wind, no sounds of animals, but there is this noise. Eddie couldn’t quite find the words to describe it. What is that? It’s a low, constant sound, barely there, but eerie. It was like the sound of a grip, the sound of balling up a tight fist, the sound of moving around in leather, constriction. What could be causing that? It was coming from everywhere and nowhere. Whatever it was, wherever it was, Eddie didn’t want to find out.

Eddie closes his eyes and shakes his head again, willing that sound to go away, and it does. His brows close together again in confusion as he opens his eyes back up. This time, everything went back to black. The world was dark again. What is happening to me? He stands and starts stumbling through the darkness again, tripping over what he can only assume as bat-things again.

He had no clue where he was headed. He could only hope it would be somewhere or someone familiar. He has questions that need answers. “Hello!!” He shouts out again, throwing caution to the wind. At this point, he didn’t care if he grabbed the attention of one of these dreaded creatures. He just needed to know someone was out there. He couldn’t stand the silence. He needed to know he wasn’t alone.

It seemed like hours that he walked around aimlessly. He still had yet to run into anyone or anything. He’d already given up calling out. Hawkins, or this version of Hawkins, was empty. Did they win? Did they lose? What did this mean? He could only assume, hope that they won. The world was empty. He could only hope that the emptiness didn’t mean everything on this side managed to make its way over.

The only thing that still seemed alive were the vines. The creepy tentacle type things. Eddie avoided them at all costs and with every careful step. They didn’t reach for him. They, in fact, seemed dormant. He prayed that was a good sign.

Confirming no one was left, Eddie made his way to every spot he’d encountered before, in search of a way back home. Nothing. The original one they came through at the lake? Gone.  The hole at the top of his trailer? Gone. He wandered the highway outside Forest Hill and still nothing. The only other place he dared to check was where his friends were headed to fight while he died.

He stands outside the house, staring at the body in the lawn from the street, if you can even call that a body. It was broken and burnt to a crisp, laying atop singed dead grass. So, we won? He frowns in disgust at the thing, fighting the urge to kick it with all his might as he steps around it. Eddie creaks open the front door to the Creel house slowly. The house was infected with vines all over. They littered the floor, crawled up the walls. It seemed impossible to make it through without disturbing at least one, but Eddie was desperate. He can’t stay here. He slid through the crack in the door and moved through the house like a sleeping lion’s den. Each place he rested his sneakers to take a step, the vines moved as if parting a way for his feet, yet every step, every creak of a wooden step, every breath still caused Eddie to wince. He manages to get into the attic without an attack or disturbance. He wasn’t sure if he even needed to be this careful with Venca dead, but he wasn’t going to take any chances.

All he finds is the remnants of battle, empty shotgun shells and broken glass. He sighs in frustration. “God damnit!” He can’t stay here. There’s got to be a way out. He feels as though he’s on the verge of crying. I can’t stay here.

Eddie makes his way out of the house, more rushed than the first time, the vines parting easily. This time, he can’t resist the urge to jump into an angry kick at the decaying body. “Shit! Christ! Son of a Bitch! God Dammit!” As he screams out, venting into the void, an angry red thunder and lightning roll in the clouds above. He lets frustrated tears fall as he stumbles. He walks away from the house and out the expansive front lawn trying and failing to hold it together. He brings a hand up to his forehead and rips the bandana off his head, throwing it to the ground defeated. He sighs out a sob, unable to keep it in anymore. He stands alone in the middle of the quiet street weeping uncontrollably. It’s hopeless.

It takes a few minutes, but eventually he’s able to calm his erratic hiccups, puffing out his wet cheeks, breathing in through his runny nose and out his lips. He bends down to pick up his bandana, threading it through a belt loop in his pants before walking away from the dilapidated house and towards the closest thing he can call home.

He follows the highway until he gets to a familiar sign, ‘Forest Hill Trailer Park’. He’d never thought he’d miss this place. The clouds seemed to calm themselves now, bringing back in the tranquil darkness. Eddie moves through the streets of the park by pure muscle memory. He felt numb, paralyzed, petrified. He stood outside his boarded up and damaged trailer, the deep gashes in it only a reminder of his fight. Though they won, he couldn’t help but feel futile. He couldn’t bring himself to walk back inside, not yet. He hated the reminder of her, yet, now, he longed to see the evidence of what was once her, the very thing that would take him home.

Eddie turned away from the trailer and continued to walk down the path. He continued to loiter in the nearby forest until his legs gave out. He took his knees buckling as a sign to sit down. Wandering over to a tree, he slides his back down the thick tree trunk until his bum hits the ground with a thud. “What am I gonna do?” he asks no one. His eyes start to burn, nose stinging as tears threaten to fall again. He closes his eyes and throws his head back against the wood. It hurt, but he was so unbelievably frustrated that he couldn’t bring himself to care.

He takes a deep breath in and holds it in his lungs until they too begin to burn. He shakily breaths out and opens his eyes to stare up at the dark clouds, through the vacant forest canopy. I’ve got to get home. A determined frown makes its way upon his face. Eddie brings his eyes down to glare a hole into the barren tree across from him. I have to get home. At first he thinks his eyes are deceiving him when he notices the tree crack. His eyes widen in confusion, but his determination doesn’t waiver. The crack grows and begins to widen, exposing a glowing weblike interior. It grows until it's wide enough for Eddie to squeeze through.

Several moments pass before Eddie makes a move. He wasn’t sure if he should trust this seemingly spontaneous gate opening, but he didn’t seem to have many options, so he took his chances and crawled to it. He tested it first with a stick, clearing out the disgustingly gooey webs. He grimaces but ultimately decides to get down on his elbows and begin army crawling through the tight space. This is nothing like the two portals he’s gone through, yet the change in atmosphere was familiar as he passed through a certain threshold. Once he feels that change, he begins to crawl a little faster. Through the webbing ahead, he could see light, actual light, not just glow. Eddie could feel his heart thumping in his ears. Please be home. He reaches out his hand through the final layer of sticky webbing and feels a breeze.

He practically falls through the hole and onto the ground on the other side of the gate. He backs away from the tree he just came out of, kicking his legs out in front of him to clumsily crawl backwards. Fresh air, he’s breathing fresh air. The wind is rusting through the leaves of trees around him. The warmth of summery air hits his skin. Lush soil and grass could be felt under his hands, dampening the backside of his jeans.

Eddie takes in the world around him, falling to his back with a sigh. He begins laughing like a maniac. He brings up a fist to shake it at the sky, “Yes!” He says triumphantly through gritted teeth. Eddie drops his hand back to the ground and lays there with a relieved smile. After the success of returning to his home world wears off, he’s suddenly hit with the reality of everything. Fuck, what now? His breathing starts to pick up a little as a small frown replaces the smile on his face. He sits up to his elbows and glances passed his dirty sneakers to the glowing, living portal ahead of him. He doesn’t know why he does it, but he tries to close it, staring at it harder and harder. Come on, Munson. We can’t just leave this here. He clenches his jaw, willing the thing to go away, and, scarily enough, it does what it’s told.

The sides of the glowing portal start to draw nearer to each other, but before it can close completely, a sharp pain stabs Eddie's brain again. “Ah!” he winces, grabbing at the matted hair atop his ringing head. He stops trying, and the pain ceases. He looks back up to the gate, it's halfway closed and no longer glowing or pulsating, but it’s still there. You know what, good enough. Eddie sighs and slowly makes his way to his feet. “Shit.” He breaths out as he wobbles on his feet. He feels lightheaded and dizzy like he’s going to black out any second. He stumbles over to a nearby tree, a normal one, and uses it to help push him to the next one.

Though he was walking aimlessly before, these are his woods. He knows them like the back of his hand. Eddie tumbles from tree to tree in the direction of the trailer park. Just gotta reach home. He repeats like a mantra in his head. Come on, man, can’t pass out now. It doesn’t take too long before he reaches the edge of the tree line. Thankfully, everything looks relatively the same in the park. He manages to make it to the front steps of the trailer, just barely able to knock on the screen door before the corners of his vision start to go dark. God, I hope Wayne is okay.

Evermore Tag List (OPEN):

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[floundrickthewayfarer]

I forgot that I was going to post more sketches of my little OCs, so, here, have some Splice and Vola Ka:

[kimsilvianwn]

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY FRIENDS🩷🩷🩷✨

[blacknight7890]

in honor of coming full fucking circle, i redrew a panel from the very manga that inspired my spider OC. original panel under the cut.