#maybe? i mean its more about jeff but just in case

[braveclxrke]

You know, I haven't said this in years, but it's still as true as the first time I said it

fuck jeff davis

yes this is about what he did to stydia in the tw movie, yes i will stay bitter what of it

[madychi]

OK i LOVE ur agony infected au, im curious & i got questions: -does oz ever have to cover up the bite mark with makeup? so his mom or dad doesnt worry, yknow? -does dylan end up getting a mask too? maybe reusing the freddy mask, unless that was what oz used for his, -what type of control/infection/etc is it? like is it more a corruption of oz's actions and thoughts that like, flows between stronger or lesser depending on the time or is it more like a total switch between the two where boz is basically a completely separate person? :3 -also semi-unrelated, hows jeff doin' in this au? like does this happen after the good or bad jeff ending, and if its the bad one is jeff alive and also agony infected or dead? -does oz/boz ever think or even end up going back to the ballpit in jeffs out of habit/instinct/etc? yeyeye thank uuuu!!! ramble as much as u want cuz i wanna hear about it !!!! also i think its funny ur aus like, keep ending up mitosis'ing (or i guess budding might be more accurate but still, u get what i mean :3) xD, i dunno how you keep track of em all LOL

Alright- imma try to answer these questions in order!

-Oswald doesn’t need to cover up the bite scar. His parents already know about it. The veiny black spreading isn’t visible to normal people. Just like how his mom didn’t see springtrap, his parents and most people don’t see anything aside from a scar.

-Yes he do get a mask! Or rather, he gets to make his own. Oswald used the old Bonnie head in the Mill’s trash to make his mask. And Dylan’s gotta make his a bunny mask. It’s part of the dress code lol.

-It’s like… hm how to put it- i had the original Vanessa/Vanny situation in mind for how it works. The type depicted in help wanteds Vanny mask+Glitchtrap plush convo. It’s a bit of corruption/coersion. Boz isn’t his own person or identity, more like an alter ego.

-Jeff is doing fine. This is after the two star good ending but don’t worry, Jeff is not dead. Pit trap didn’t get him. Jeff isn’t infected but he is aware of Oz/Boz. Doesn’t get paid enough to care. As long as he don’t kill him or scare away patrons he’s chill.

-Yup. He do be going to the ball pit. There’s not much to do there but it’s a good place to vibe. The animatronics aren’t on his case anymore due to his corruption. So that’s a plus.

-Bonus fact: Boz is just one of Oswald’s little nicknames. He can also be referred to as Rabbit Jr.!

Have a silly doodle!

[knyontop]

I already requested something similar to somebody else but whatever- Could i have some creeps (maybe include Ben, Sally, Toby and Ej) with a new preteen proxy?? And the kid is obviously always tired/sleepy and somewhat depressed. Reader is also just really shy and nervous around people (ESPECIALLY PEOPLE OLDER THAN HER BECAUSE SHE OVERTHINKS AND DOESNT WANT TO MAKE A BAD IMPRESSION). And because of all this theyre really timid dont have any friends and just observes instead? (Whenever theyre alone they talk to themselves but nobody hopefully knows that <3) Theyre really intrested in others but theyre just scared and a loser. (also likes to keep things to themselves so hardly ever opens up) They only talk when being asked a question but when reader didnt understand them clearly they dont ask the other to repeat themselves but just stand like stupid literally the definition of awkward. Very isolant, overfriendly, nervous, silent and obedient. Will listen to you because they want to do a good impression. Oh youre hungry and want food? The kid will bring some snacks if you ask. (Theyre just a lonely scared kid who is trying to do their job correctly and fit in) sorry for yapping :c

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AWH DW ITS OKAY YOU CAN SAY WHATEVER YOU WANT AND MAKE IT PARAGRAPHS!!

Creepypasta x Child!reader

Ft: Ben drowned, Jeff the killer, sally willaims, eyeless jack, ticci toby, and our amazing, beautiful, handsome, reader.

Ben:

・as soon as he meets you he knows your an easy target for shit.

・he likes to fuck with your mind a lot.

・he sometimes feels bad about it because of how vulnerable you are, he has sadistic instincts and protective instincts about you.

・The more Ben hangs around you he starts to town down his mind games.

・he is practically your shadow.

・Ben also likes to teach you how to play games!

・Hes also starting to feel bad when he says thing like “What makes you think I care about you? Your so silly.” Because he sees how upset you get he then apologizes with a “Kid I didn’t mean it you dummy.” (Dw he means dummmy lovingly)

・he likes to think of you as his side kick.

・”Y/N, dont worry ‘bout jeff he dont mean it.”

EJ:

・when he first saw you, he knew you would be a tough case.

・sometimes he likes to spook you just a little bit.

・hes very curious about you even though your like an open book, he wants to know more about you.

・he feels bad for you because your a child, but he wont ever admit it.

・Jack sometimes lets you help him with small tasks.

・he has fatherly instincts towards you.. but also has thoughts about eating you because your like a helpless little lamb and hes the wolf. He likes his victims vulnerable.

・He does not understand his feelings about you see he pushes them to the back of his mind.

・”You want to help me? But your a child..”

・he looks down of you because hes older then you. It’s immature but he can’t control it.

toby:

・he sees himself in you and he doesn’t like thinking about the past so he tries to stay away from you.

・but it also makes him protective over you like everyone else.

・so he doesn’t hang around you, but, he protects you like his life.

・when he actually has moments where he hangs around you he starts to like you.

・like your the only person besides sally who treats him like a human.

・but that doesn’t mean he wont bully you a bit!

・Its more like teasing but like sometimes he takes it to far sometimes.

・his dark humor scares you.

・very clingy when he gets to know you.

・he asks to have sleepovers with you! (He watches you sleep)

・he takes up every opportunity to go on a mission with you.

・hes like obsessed with you at this point. (Platonically)

・he sees you as “his” Defenseless little sibling!

・”H-Hey there Y-Y-Y/N! Want to- to- go on a mission with m-me?” (He will force you if you say no)

Sally:

・Sally loves you so much!

・theres someone here age, and another girl!

・theres barely any girls!! ☹️

・loves hanging out with you and having tea partys and just everything!

・shes a sweetie<33

・she understands your anxiety around people who are older.

・she has that to.

・Sally even lets you babysit Mr. Charlie! (She will be mad at you for a bit if you hurt/lose him)

・just call her and shes there!!

・”Hey N/N!! Want to babysit Mr. Charlie?”

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NERVOUS ABOUT THIS AT FIRST BUT I LOVE IT!!

[the-s1lly-corner]

Getting into an argument with them (Jeff the Killer edition)

Written as platonic as per usual jeff writing's!! I know I just started a series of character scenarios with the "undressing them to get to a wound" thing but this one hit me like a sack of bricks I need it so so bad anyways imma write this and maybe one more entry for this new mini prompt series thing.... i need to come up with a better name hisshiss... will write more characters in the coming days, hopefully!

it gets nasty really fast, i think... do i think there would be any physical aggression? he might push you a bit when he leaves the room but i think he would storm off before he does anything stupid; i mean youre one of his only friends and hes not about to ruin that

^ ignoring the fact that you guys got into a heated screaming match over something that probably wasnt even that deep in the first place

jeff is not one to compromise a lot of the time, i think, and hes a bit of a hot head so him getting at least a little irritated during conflicts is a fairly common occurence

arguments kind of bounce between him trying to play off the problem and water it down, and him doing everything he can to justify his stance

not likely to apologize first, unless it was a case of him being so deeply in the wrong that even he can pull his head out of his ass

less of a verbal apologizer as he is an action one; will clean up your place a bit (something he never does) or might buy (steal) you some of your favorite snacks

the topic still might be a little sore so be careful if you want to approach him again to try to work on a solution/compromise

overall i think out of all the characters, hes the worst when it comes to arguments simply because hes stubborn on his stance and can get riled up very easily; tends to also leave a sour taste in the air after it

if this were formatted as one of my group posts i'd probably put him in dead last of... idk some list rating each character whos the most calm/understanding during disagreements

he probably also sometimes eggs other people on because he finds it a little entertaining; will laugh in their face, hes already done it before

really most of his anger comes from if you try to insult him or change his plans rather than just being mad at him for like. i dont know kind of being an ass, he knows hes an asshole and he thinks its kind of funny that people get so mad

[crushedsweets]

WWHAT WUD THE CREEPS DO 4 HALLOWEEN I MUST KNOW

anon... yes i like this. general disclaimer this is tailored to my au !! stuff under cut

toby likes it, thinks its fun and stuff. he's not the type to dress up beyond like, maybe a jacket and a mask or whatever, but he'll go and buy(steal) stupid ass halloween decorations from spirit or the dollar store. there r several mini skeletons sitting around his cabin. he treats it like elf on the shelf, but. . . skeletons... def will sit around and watch scary movies with a bag of halloween candy . totally carves pumpkins with whoever will do it with him

tim wouldnt really want to do much cuz he's just tired, but he probably would put out a small little pumpkin and bowl of candy outside his door. he's in an apartment so he doesnt really get trick or treaters. will prob buy some candy after halloween so its on sale

brians so annoying omfg(lovingly) he'd buy a fake arm, blood, and wig and stick it in his trunk so it looks like an arm is sticking out. yall know what im talking about. him and tim share an apartment so he'd prob try to actually put something simple around it, like some plastic pumpkins, but nothing really big. he is also a grown man with no kids, so he doesnt find himself going all out for these things

natalie. ok i recently made it where she's either already a tattoo artist, or learning to be a tattoo artist or whatever, but i could see her and some coworkers setting up the shop all halloweeny. she's so fucking tall that they'd just call her over for all the spider web stuff. she thinks its fun and she likes halloween a lot so it's cool. she'd get a huge kick out of doing halloween tattoos during october too. goes and hangs out with toby/nina for it

nina goes to parties . she HAS to get a whole new costume for every party. its super wasteful but she doesnt care all that matters is shes sexy. every year without fail she is a sexy gothic vampire for one of the parties. she works at hot topic, BUT she'd absofuckinglutely get a second job at spirit halloween for october. she's a creepy galll... def sets her apartment up super cutely, brings toby and nat over so they can carve pumpkins with her, tries to dress them up, etc. tons of halloween posts on her social medias too LOL shes so cute

jeff would prob also go to more like... weirder ( ?) parties with creeps and scary people roaming around just doing crazy shit. warehouse shit. prob finds someone to bring home and kill. he thinks its fun, its easier to just go about his days looking the way he does, he loves scaring the fucking shit out of people. doesnt decorate or wear costumes though, says its cringe LMFAO. hates how hyped nina is about it

jane and mary would totally decorate, but in a much more.. ? elegant ? way. like those tall skinny candles, swap out their doormat for something halloween themed, really nicely done pumpkins for some reason. jane would want to host a cute little halloween dinner for uni friends. probably just gets simple costumes, like she'd put on a witch hat and black dress and thats all, but its cute. takes sally (and ben, if sally asks him to come) trick or treating.

sally draws tons of drawings, loves disney halloween marathons, paints on pumpkins(doesnt like the smell of gutting them), etc. she'd decorate with jane cuz she lives w her. she loves it so much but she still gets scared of the animatronic things at stores and stuff LOL. begs ben to trick or treat w her. really embarrassing for ben

ben wouldnt do much besides like. he'd get worse w his internet trolling (scaring the fucking shit out of teens on the internet), start doing more actual hauntings bc nobody will believe his victims during october which means slender wont find out he's doing it. he would not want to go trick or treating..but he'd go with sally with a pillow case and he'd try to awkwardly stand further back but the ppl at the door would always b like 'aw dont be shy come here!' LOL

jack doesnt celebrate it, his family didnt really celebrate it much when he was human so he doesnt do it now. he does get kinda sad during holiday season though, cuz of obvious reasons, but halloween isnt the strongest Pain for him

liu is so fucking miserable theres no way. jk he'd set out like, some pumpkins and maybe get one of those lights that project ghosts onto his garage, but he wouldnt want to go all out or do anything to the inside of his house. jeff really liked halloween when he was younger so its kinda like ouch but he's getting overit. i guess. . .

kate doesnt..celebrate anything........ but when she does occasionally visit the cabin, maybe for food or a shower, and she sees toby decorated, she'd be happy to see it. she's kinda unsettling to be around, but she'd sit down and watch a movie with him in silence. then bring a massive bag of candy to the mine w her w/o telling toby. he just had to cope

ann and lulu dont do anything in the hospital. they dont really have any concept of time........... or the resources to decorate... and they dont get any trick or treaters... cuz theyre...stuck in an abandoned hospital in the woods . . . yeah..

ty for ask anoni like this one. very simple but very sweet

[guywrestlingaddiction]

That Wrestling Moment: The Jeff Clark Perspective (nrwrestling.com)

Heel or Jobber? It is the enteral question in gay wrestling after all.  But I say, why pick one when you can have both?  I bring to you - the Jeff Clark perspective. 

Jeff Clark POVs (nrwrestling.com)

SPOILER ALERT: I highly recommend viewing this match in its entirety before reading this post.

The Backstory

I was slow to catch on to POVs in gay wrestling.  Maybe I was distracted when they came out or maybe I didn't see the appeal but I gotta say that after watching Jeff Clark; well that man is a league of his own in POVs.  

The Action

We start with Jeff dominating his opponent in all his glory.  Unfortunately in this case, his opponent about to get the beat down is YOU.  Jeff enters the ring, all 6 feet 2 inches of pure confidence. The man may look like the heel of your dreams but don't get distracted my friend or you will regret it.  He's ready to kick some serious tail.  

Jeff: This is it.  Your one chance with Jeff Clark.  You ready for this? 

And just like that you are down.  It happened so quick.  You barely had a chance to look up and down Jeff's hairy, muscular body before he put you down.  

To prove how much of an alpha he is, Jeff keeps you down.  Stomp after stomp.  The guy won't let up. 

Jeff knows you've been checking him out and just to taunt you even more, he strips off that sexy red singlet to let that even sexier hairy chest breath. 

Jeff has a good time trashing you.  By now you're numb to all the pain but Jeff is enjoying that glazed look on you and knowing that you are never coming back from this. 

On second thought, Jeff is enjoying this entirely too much.  That smile, if it weren't so sexy, would be humiliating to see how much he's enjoying this. 

You were never ready for all of him.  As a result, your hairy chested dominator stands over your beaten body.  He proved he's the man and now he's just toying with you before delivering the knockout blow.

The Moment 

It seemed like you'd never recover from that punishment but you slowly make it to your feet and vow to get your revenge on Jeff.  You become obsessed with getting even.  You want to humiliate him like he did to you but if you're being honest, deep down you're driven by more than that.  You hunger for the man ... 

I mean look at him taunting you and every other human on the planet stretching that sexy body on the ropes. 

Now you may not be proud of it but you had to resort to dirty tricks to level the playing field.  I mean this is Jeff Clark - no mortal wrestler can stand up to him. 

Three punches in a row.  He sure didn't let up on you so you won't let up on him. 

The most important part is to lay him out like he laid you out.  Hairy chest and abs exposed.  All of this in anticipation for the beatdown. 

There's the two hander to those hairy abs. 

The hits are coming ... but remember that it means more when he's good and ready. 

The man can barely hold himself up.  He's ready...

This is the moment when your beatdown is complete.  This is still wrestling after all and you proved your point.  

So what have we learned today? Well, this is the season of giving but depending on who you are - you will have preferred either Jeff giving it or taking it. Personally I enjoyed both - looking up at a dominating, in-charge Jeff Clark owning you is just as thrilling as getting your hands on that sexy chest and abs. You see that's one of the things that's so seductive about gay wrestling Jeff Clark, the man is equally beautiful whether he's brutally dominating you or moaning his submissions.

[guitarsolosmakemefeellthings]

I had this idea for a while now but didn't have the courage to post it. (My courage comes in liquid form rn so don't look too close on spelling and all that) maybe I'll polish this a little once I am sober

I thought about Robin and Steve working in some lil bar/club as the people who book bands and whatever other acts come there. They have a lot of fun searching through the offers they get sent by artists. When they're being a little tipsy, they choose based on the looks of the artist entirely. Something along the lines of "oooh they're looking cute/hot, they can come to us".

Because the club is so small the team is pretty much like a little family. Idk maybe Nancy works the financial stuff, Jonathan obviously takes the pictures and takes care of programms and flyers, Robin and Steve take care of the artists or help Argyle behind the bar.

Lot's of the bands playing there are regular visitors. Playing there whenever they're in the area. Obviously Eddie and Corroded Coffin are one of the regular acts. They've played there almost every year since their first time and became great friends with the staff too. (If Eddie fell head over heels for the very cute guy that pretty much cared for almost all of their backstage needs, that's nobodys business but his)

In this particular case the line between professional stuff and friendship blur and more than once the Corroded Coffin guys stayed at a staff member's flat instead of a hotel. Usually they crash at Robin and Steve's apartment because they have the biggest spare room. (If Steve offers his room up for Eddie because he once complained about Jeff's snoring, that's entirely for the sake of Eddies sleeping schedule and nothing else)

Usually these days turn into a giant sleepover with random jam sessions at late hours of the night. They're all just a big group of friends having a beer or two and some weed after four of them had a great gig. Plus they pretty much see each other only once a year or so because Corroded Coffin are either touring, working on new albums or they're simply busy with their regular jobs. Sure they make a bit of money with their gigs but it's not like they're Metallica.

One year Steve gets an unexpected call from Eddie, a week before CC are supposed to play at their bar. He's a little nervous and asks if its okay if they bring along one more person to their gig, to help out with the merch stand and get a feeling forthe life on tour. Steve of couse says it's okay and tries his best not to freak out when he hears Eddie say "great! She'll be thrilled" before hangig up.

See the thing is, ever since the day Coroded Coffin played there for the first time, Steve was equally head over heels for Eddie. Sure metal was a bit different from what he usually listened, but it's not like he hated it either. Plus Eddie knew how to put on a show, capturing his fans and just make everyone have a good fucking time. He even climbed the balcony over the dancefloor once, playing a wicked guitar solo up there and nearly giving Steve a heartattack.

It didn't help that they've been flirting pretty much nonstop since CCs third visit, talking late at night when all their friends were asleep, about nothing and everything. They once or twice even made out after one too many beers, both knowing they wanted the other but neither had the courage to make the actual first step and now Steve was pretty certain Eddie found himself someone that isn't him.

By the time CC arrived at the bar, Steve had managed to pull himself together. He decided to be happy for Eddie and whoever managed to catch his heart, even tho it hurt like a bitch. Imagine his surprise when Eddie introduces him to their new merch girl Max Mayfield. As in Eddies sort of little sister. One of the things he and Steve talked about late at night was their respective "annoying little siblings" that they both were still very fond of.

After that revelation the day went on as usual, meaning Eddie and Steve flirting and earning eyerolls left and right. Robin had called them hopeless, today with backup from Max. Little do they know that it won't be hopeless for much longer.

During their last encore Eddie searches the little crowd of people for one very cute person in a way too bright outfit for a metal show, smile getting wider when he spots him. "That next one will also be the last song for today", he starts "it's a little different than our usual stuff so I won't be too upset if you leave early". That makes the crowd laugh and whistle. Eddie let's out a nervous laugh too before gripping his guitar a little tighter. "It's for someone right here in this room aand I hope I won't fuck all of this up" he says, looking over to Steve one last time before he starts playing.

And yes its a different kind of song from what he usually plays but sue him, he's in love. It's still heavy enough to make up for the lyrics he poured all of his heart into and surprisingly the fans don't seem to hate it as much as he thought. He hopes Steve doesn't hate it either. As the final notes ring out and the applause starts, he's too afraid to look for Steve again so he quickly sayes his goodbyes to the fans and hides backstage.

He knows he can't stay there forever, eventually making his way out to the merch stand with the other guys to help out Max and talk to the fans. The rest of the night happens in a blur. He's distinctively aware of giving autographs, taking pictures and eventually packing up for the night for the usual sleepover.

Steve didn't have time to talk to Eddie after the set, his brain was mush but in the best way and Argyle needed help behind the bar. He doesn't quite know how to function after such an Eddie way to confess, but apparently he does.

In the end they talk late at night again, only this time it's both of them curled up in Steve's bed and if they share a sickly sweet kiss before finally falling asleep, that's nobody's business but theirs.

[apomaro-mellow]

i gotta do everything my damnself

Sitting in the back of his car, Henry Creel let out a bone deep sigh. How a world famous star like him couldn’t find the perfect voice was putting him close to depression. Every night, he went to a different club, listening to singers pour their hearts out. But not a one elicited the response he was looking for. Still, it had become his greatest ambition. Anytime he wasn’t asleep, he was searching for the voice.

“One more club”, he ordered his driver. “And then we’ll call it a night.”

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Steve stood in the wings as a band performed. He looked to the crowd. Pretty slim out there. But that was life in this town. Even on a weekend, the bars they were able to find gigs didn’t have a huge pull. 

He moved away from the curtain and went further backstage. Jeff was doing his usual ritual of pacing back and forth, sometimes hopping in place, while Gareth and Crash were playing rock, paper, scissors, trying to get as many ties in a row as possible. Their record was four.

Steve found his boyfriend Eddie, sitting on a stool, tapping his foot in time with his strumming.

“So the stage manager said we get one song, right?”, Steve clarified.

“Yep, just the one before they kick us to the curb”, Eddie said, not looking up from his strings.

“But if we do good-”

“Stevie baby we always do good.”

“I mean if they like us”, Steve walked closer and bent over, his hands on his knees. “Then we could do two songs. And one of them could be mine.”

Eddie looked up then. “Angel, I love your voice. But that song’s not metal. And we’re tryina create a brand here.”

“What brand, Eddie? There’s like five folks in the audience.”

“Boys? What do you think?”, Eddie posed the question to the rest of the band.

He got a resounding round of no’s and head shakes. They knew better than to get between a lover’s quarrel. Especially since Eddie was so whipped he typically bent to Steve’s will anyway.

“Eddie, both songs could show off our versatility.”

“If we sing my song and then follow it up with some radio-friendly love-fest, it’s gonna be confusing. Better to just stick with the one genre for now.”

Steve frowned. “Eddie, that song is fo-”

“Hey punks, you’re on deck. Try not to clear the room too much, eh?”

Eddie scowled and now that he was in a mood, there’d be no talking to him. Steve would just have to jump on the opportunity when the time came and hope the rest of the band backed him up.

They were introduced to the stage and Eddie immediately got them started. The song began like an explosion. It was one they all resonated with, about getting the fuck out of Hawkins and never looking back and fuck everyone here.

Situated in a dark corner of the venue, Creel watched, waiting for any voice that would get a reaction. He had a small metal box on top of the table. Inside was an even smaller creature.

Creel’s cool eyes glazed over the guitarist parading on stage and shouting out over his own riffs. No movement from inside the box.

A few people in the crowd seemed into them but it wasn’t a very warm reception. When the song ended, the stage manager looked ready to shoo them off. When he saw Steve’s face, Eddie fought with himself. Then, after much mental deliberation, he gave a bow towards Steve and stepped away from the center.

Steve took his place and shared a look with the other members before a softer song began. Then he looked to his boyfriend, hoping that this time the words would reach his heart.

“Oh what will the signal be for your eyes to see me?

Watching offside as I wait, just in case you need me...”

For a moment Steve didn’t look away from Eddie, but Eddie kept his head firmly down on his guitar, looking for all the world like he just wanted to get this over with. Biting down the disappointment, Steve gave his attention to the audience. Maybe his voice could reach someone out there.

And it was.

But the one reacting was a tiny, slimy creature, trying to escape from its metal prison to get closer to that alluring voice. Creel drummed his fingers against the box, feeling something he hadn’t felt for a long time - excitement. His eyes glazed over Steve’s form.

“Now that you know why I’m here, let me show you what loving an angel is like.” Steve gave another meaningful look to Eddie, which was again wasted on him.

When the song ended, Steve left the stage first. By the time the rest of them came backstage, he was already gone.

Gareth was rubbing at his face and Crash wanted to bang his head into a wall.

“Hey Eddie, here’s a suggestion, why don’t you actually sing with Steve for once?”

“Cause I don’t sing that crap. We’ve got three types of songs: Fuck you, fuck me, dragons are the shit. Did you hear anything about love songs?”

“Plenty of hardcore bands sing about love”, Gareth groaned.

“But like that?”, Eddie gestured towards the exit door Steve had probably walked through. “All...gooey and soft and vanilla?”

“Dude!” Jeff jabbed a finger to his chest. “You just described you and Steve.”

Eddie looked like he was buffering and trying to catch up. “We-we’re not vanilla. If you knew what me and my baby got up to-”

“TMI”, Crash said quickly, covering his ears.

“Kinky or not, Steve turns you to butter. You melt”, Gareth said.

Jeff nodded. “You get gooey. And soft.”

Eddie pulled at his hair. His Stevie had changed him, but not that much, right? He let out a loud breath. Maybe that was the problem. But singing a song like that went against everything he believed. He didn’t want to become that kind of band. Was that kind of thinking worth causing a rift though?

“Why do I get the feeling that if I split with Steve, he’d take you guys in the divorce?”

Gareth, Crash and Jeff all answered in line.

“You don’t have custody of us, we’re always wrangling you.”

“Are you really gonna propose one day?”

“I would kill a man to keep eating Steve’s brownies. Even if that man is you.”

Eddie paced around for a moment before heading towards the door. “Alright, I’m stubborn, not stupid.”

The rest of them gave him looks that said ‘are you sure?’

“You three debate that while I find my lost songbird.”

Eddie left the club, already knowing where Steve would go. Unbeknownst to them all, someone else was already on the prowl for Steve.

A/N: the hardest part of this was NOT making Eddie the kind of guy who says “My baby angel sweetheart darlin can play ANYTHING he likes.” but he’ll get there eventually. Part 2 coming soon.

[oddballwriter]

omg, if you didn't have a similar request, could you write that the guys from emh and mh will gift to the reader?:0 you are very comfy writer, btw!!<3

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Warnings: HABIT is here, mentions of preservation jars and animal bones in HABIT's part 

Author’s Snip: I love this request so much aaaa

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy!

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Marble Hornets

Jay

He'd honestly get you something small that he feels like you'd enjoy

Like he'd see the most niche and random thing in a store and then think "They'd like this" and so he'd get it for you

And it would be accurate

You would in fact like it

Tim

I feel like he gets you little nicknacks

Like they'd serve no purpose other than be a thing in your house

But its the fact that he will get you it, and then you will find a place to put it in your house

There's something about that that he likes and so he'll just continue to do it

Brian

Cute idea

He's actually very crafty and will gift you some of the things that he made

Most of the time he made the thing to be something you can have

Like idk, if you like those types of nicknack dolls that are made of other things, then he'll make you one of those or even a little group of them

He feels like it means more when he makes the gift for you and that's why he does it

Alex

He gets you something that you both have in common or something interesting

I do feel though that he would gift you posters and photos

Like he buys you posters of your favorite movies so you can have them around your house and also gifts you photos of the two of you together or doing something as forms of keepsake

Maybe he'd even buy you a Polaroid camera or something for your birthday

EveryManHYBRID

Evan

I've said this before but Evan would totally gift you tiny things he found either on his jogs or along a trail

Like he'll come back with a cool rock, lost piece of something, or a neat bottle cap and be like "Is 4 u <3"

Of course he'll buy you a little sometimes but I feel like he's the type to find something a little more special in finding interesting things and giving them to you

He shows affection like a bird /pos

Vinny

I feel like if you have something that you already collect, then he'd just get something to add to it

Like say you collect space themed things

He'd get you something that has stars, moon, or planets on it

Maybe you collect bug taxidermy

It might freak him out a bit but if he can find some money to spend then he'll get you a little case with a bug in it or something

Basically, if you have 'a theme/thing' then he'll just add to it

Jeff

This man would honestly get you anything you wanted

If money wasn't a limit to him then honestly he'd get you anything you stared at for more that a few seconds

But he'd honestly get you whatever he could

However, he obviously won't just buy you anything he sees

He pays attention and knows what you like, and if he thinks you'll like something he sees then he'll see if he can get it for you

HABIT

He gifts you weird, but also cool stuff

He'd probably gift you animal skulls or teeth

The skulls are always from animals and he says that the teeth are from animals

He says that they're animal teeth, remember that

I honestly feel like where Evan gifts you things he finds like a bird, HABIT gifts you things you find like a cat

It's mostly something dead

But dead things can be cool

Don't worry though, he doesn't just place it in you hand, he gifts them in little preservation jars

[october-faye]

The penultimate episode of Partner Track. The show has barely taken off, and now it has to stick its landing.

Ingrid drops by Nick's place to return the engagement ring. She looks like she's dreading the conversation. Not to rub it in (but also to totally rub it in), I'd like to ask her if this confrontation is easier than simply breaking up with him weeks ago?

She explains to Nick that she and Jeff have a history.

Girl!

👏 You 👏 slept 👏 with 👏 him 👏 once 👏 six years ago, never learned his name, and never saw him again. That's not history. That's barely a footnote. Look, I just summed up the entirety of it in one sentence.

Nick calls Jeff dark and tortured (LOL) and tells Ingrid to ask herself why she always chases the storm (LOL).

Jeff is not 'the storm'; he's that drizzly piss weather we get in London. Or maybe he means Ingrid's love life in general? Still not seeing it.

Nick tells her he'll have her stuff shipped over to her.

In case this is your last scene, Nick... uh... sorry. You did not deserve this shit. But also, you and Ingrid dated for a matter of months, and you can do better than a woman who's only sort of into you.

Opening credits.

Ingrid is at her apartment, microwaving a meal and looking sad. She must be missing Nick's cooking. But she forgets about all that when the doorman rings and asks if Jeff can come up. She says 'yes' and hurriedly tidies.

Jeff has bought dumplings (I suppose they were out of egg salad sandwiches?) but he sees Ingrid is already eating some. So I suppose he learned her preferred foods off-screen?

He tells Ingrid that he's cooled things off with Victoria, and she tells him that it's 100% over with Nick. They kiss.

The two actors are excellent screen kissers, by the way. It's an easy thing to forget about until you see actors who can only smash their mouths together in a way that just looks like assault.

Jeff and Ingrid agree to keep their relationship a secret in the office. Jeff reminds her that she jumped him in that same office. They giggle some more.

Cut to a montage where they walk past each other at work, eye-fucking so intensely that I'm surprised Ingrid doesn't get pregnant on the spot. Now I'm imagining the beautiful but insufferable and stupid baby they could make.

Seriously, everyone in the office has eyes. They'll see you two touching hands in the corridor as you pass each other. Do you think you're the first ones in the firm to have an affair? I shudder to imagine what a black light would reveal in your offices.

In the overly long montage, they hang around Ingrid's apartment while she dances sexily for him and strips before they have sex. They also make out in an elevator. These two only wish they were Meredith and Derek from Grey's Anatomy.

I'm making fun of them, but I do buy that they're having a lot of fun. It's a shame there weren't enough episodes in this season to let their early love affair play out more slowly so we could see what they're like as a couple when it's not all steamy looks and slow motion fucking.

The montage (finally) ends, and they're in bed. The dialogue tells us it's been a week and that Ingrid is going to a deal closing ceremony. Ingrid tells him there are three slots for Partner at the firm, and she thinks it'll be her, him and Dan who get it.

Jeff agrees and hands her a gift - it's a pretty diamond necklace with a rose pendant, (which is a callback to Rosecliff, where they met). Ingrid is touched, but she's still sad that she hasn't patched things up with Rachel and Tyler. Jeff tells her to give them time and keep moving forward.

They talk about ambition and Jeff tells Ingrid she lives for the gold star. She asks Jeff about his parents' expectations. Jeff tells her that he was the parent. He cooked and took care of his little sisters. His mother was mentally unwell (it's implied she was an addict due to their circumstances and the abuse from his father) and she set fire to a picture of the two of them because she said it had demons in it.

I like getting some backstory for Jeff, but again it's all tell and no show. They could've given him any other backstory, and it wouldn't matter because it isn't reflected enough in his behaviour. In fact, I half-suspect he might be lying about everything. I just don't know.

It's not the actor's fault. The writers waited too long to give us anything to care about with Jeff. But even this just feels like a set-up for the inevitable implosion of their relationship by the finale.

I do like these two as a couple, sort of. Which surprises me, because I wanted to murder Jeff in episodes 1 through 4, and intermittently thereafter.

If this had been better written, we could've had a solid enemies to lovers story. I've found it easier to find gifs on Tumblr for Paralegal Justin and Rachel's love story than for either of Ingrid's love interests. The side pairing was getting more fandom attention than the love triangle the show based a chunk of its marketing on. Whoops.

[valtharr]

I posted this to the alternate history subreddit and got zero responses, maybe Tumblr is more interested in discussing this idea?

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You ever create an alternate timeline just to indulge in your own nostalgia?

...just me? Okay...

Anyway, for a while now, I've been thinking about an alternate present where present-day sensibilities and everyday life are closer to what they were like pre-2010. Since the biggest influence on modern day life during that time arguably came from the rise of the Internet, social media, and related things, pretty much all of my thoughts center around that.

The point of divergence here is that the Millennium Bug (aka "Y2K") was just as devastating as people feared it would be. Databanks were wiped, machinery failed, there was loads of general unrest as people were falsely classified as deceased, didn't get their paychecks, and other major and minor consequences of their data being either wrong, or gone completely. In some cases, it took years to clean up the mess completely.

This, coupled with the bursting of the dotcom bubble not much later, led to a general wariness and distrust towards anything having to do with the Internet. Businesses might have still been okay with using their homepage as interactive billboards, but it turned out to be almost impossible to find investors or loans if your business directly relied on the Internet. And even those who did get their idea off the ground, failed to find a large enough audience. As such, social media like Facebook and Twitter are barely, if at all, a thing in this world. This is also partly due to smartphones, and therefore smartphone apps, never breaking into the mainstream. Apple could not establish its new iPhone as the lifestyle gimmick of choice, instead going all-in on their iPods, music players that you insert USB drives, and, in modern variants, SD cards into to listen to your favorite tunes. The newest model has three card slots, letting you choose between three different albums on the go!

Streaming, of course, also isn't a thing. No Netflix or iTunes to inspire copycats. Blockbuster partners with Microsoft for their new HD-DVD technology, establishing it as the primary medium to watch videos at home. Sony, meanwhile, focuses its efforts into combining a handheld gaming console and a portable video player. The PSP becomes a huge hit.

But, speaking of video games, online games are an almost negligible market. There's less of a focus on high-end Internet speeds, so playing with friends is an activity mostly relegated to your own home. Microtransactions and subscription services are not a thing.

Some popular websites do establish themselves, but they're far from being as influential and popular as in our world. Youtube stays afloat, but is mostly seen as a place to find new creators, and then follow them onto their own web presence. Very few people manage to make a living off of it, and corporations, TV stations, etc won't be found dead making their own YouTube channels.

Without social media, interactions online are still relegated to message boards and chat rooms, with the accompanying implicit netiquette. Which of course means, everything's still pretty anonymous. Without Facebook introducing the idea of using your real name and photo as part of your online presence (nobody joins a Pokémon fan forum expecting their old classmates to find them there, after all), pseudonyms and avatars rule the day. This, of course, makes it almost impossible for artists to really find an audience, much less make a living off their art. Even if they did find lots of people who enjoy their work, the lack of services like PayPal, Patreon, or Kickstarter, makes it nigh impossible to actually make a profit as an independent online artist. Some find a way, but the concepts of "influencers" and "content creators" never develop.

Amazon fails to establish itself as a major online marketplace. It makes enough for Jeff Bezos to start a chain of brick and mortar bookstores, with the online storefront being more of an afterthought. Most, if not all online shopping is really just individuals selling their old stuff, usually locally.

That's all I really have so far. I'd love to hear some more ideas, maybe things that aren't as tech-centric? Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

[thesamoanqueen]

A lot of people bring up the terrible Matt/Jeff rivalry for why a Jey/Jimmy story wouldn't work but the thing is the Jey/Jimmy story has a lot of elements to their story that a lot of Brother Vs Brother fueds never had. I think one important one is that it's not coming out of nowhere as much as people want to say that. They just haven't been paying attention even when Roman and Paul has spoon fed it to them. Not just that, but there's been elements to this story sprinkled through for THREE years. They have history on their side. Especially the tragedy of Jey, always choosing Jimmy and Jimmy doing this to him. It's not going to be a sound bite. We saw this shit. Second, these other brother feuds were single stars or had established a singles career. The Usos are so interwoven they share a wiki, a theme, merch, and a Twitter. They have functioned as a tag team only, so one of them getting that shine is going to produce cracks even though those matches were never about singles glory. Third, in a lot of these stories, one was clearly the favorite, more preferred brother. For a long time, that was Jimmy and now Jey but never at a Matt vs. Jeff kind of level. I mean,until broken Matt Hardy, no one cared about Matt (except maybe Edge/Lita feud, but they stopped caring real quick).Fourth, both Usos are not afraid to be emotional, especially when it comes to each other. They are going to make this shit hurt. Fifth, their BOTH excellent Mic workers with different strengths and I think those strength will fit both their roles in this story.

The Usos are not the Hardys. They are no other couple of brothers in the wrestling history and this is a fundamental point thats difficult for most fans to understand because they are used to making comparisons and with this storyline you cant make comparisons with no f*** one period.

The Usos have shared everything and have always showed a level of partnership unlike anyone else. For them its normal to be one, work and present themselves as a being with two heads, but the two heads are there for everyone to see. Jey has shown it over the years, Jimmy will prove it now, they are as valid alone as they are in tag. The fear of the fans comes from many things, the biggest one I won't say because its shameless and has nothing to do directly with them, I'll say the second, third, who knows, let's say the most valid: will this breakup/separation be a bad step for one of them? No. They're beasts with mics in their hands, they're amazing in the ring on their own (plus, they've had a total of matches and singles victories for three years to scare all the singles wrestlers inside the rosters), they both know how to demand the attention of the crowd, both are equally supported by fans. There's no one that is less valuable than the other, so neither will go down with this feud. The point of this Bloodline storyline is to explain who they are, all of them, and how they're going through this journey. We know about Roman, Jey, we don't know about Jimmy because let's face it, Jimmy was always just the funny guy, the good one of the gang, the release button for Jey. What do fans know about Jimmy? nothing more than that, so I think it's necessary to understand what and where he can get too. The disappointment because Jey is the most deserving of taking away the title from Roman remains, but the reason for the choice is there, it makes sense and it's also right.

The arguments honestly make no sense, in any case and for any of the questions that people out there are asking. Anyone who was shocked, not touched, but shocked by this, clearly didn't understand anything about this storyline before and surely won't understand after because the hints were all there long before WM39, they were there since 2021, but after April Roman and even Heyman had to make them shameless, realizing that people weren't understanding anything and even when they took them by the hand, slamming the whole thing in their faces, people didn't understand, they didn't even understand the Usos who were announcing this feud. So I think the inability of the average wrestling viewer to understand obvious concepts should be addressed here, not why the Bloodline made these choices and where the Usos will go from this feud.

[fictionz]

New Fiction 2024 - March

Dark Disciple by Christie Golden (2015)

I couldn't binge SW without going to the library like the old days to grab one of the recent EU novels. This one continues the Asajj Ventress arc that was cut from the final Clone Wars seasons, and I'm ambivalent about the course of events. But it looks like I chose the perfect time to read it because the final season of The Bad Batch will address things that annoyed me about the ending.

Cathedral by Michael A. Martin & Andy Mangels (2002)

It was feeling a bit shaky in the previous novel (This Gray Spirit) with a lot of time spent on less interesting nuance, but this novel saves this short series by trimming off the expositional fat and keeping up the pace. The cliffhanger ending was fantastic and I've been jittery waiting until I can move on to the next one.

Moby-Dick; or, The Whale by Herman Melville (1851)

Herman, pal, I know what you were going for with the middle 2/3 of this book, but that really should've been a standalone expansion. Tolkien (or maybe his editors) knew to leave that to its own thing. In any case, WHAT A BOOK. How is this from the mid-1800s? Great beginning, great ending, interesting middle for those who can get through the instructional texts on whales and whaling.

"leave your laundry on the floor for them" by Pocketss (2024)

It's good to recycle.

Star Wars Jedi: Survivor dev. Respawn Entertainment (2023)

I miss some of the more alien environments from the first game. They definitely borrowed spaghetti western cues from Mandalorian for this, and you see below how much I gripe about that show's influence. Cal's still kind of a dud. But it's great overall. What a fun, huge, expensive-looking game. How does any SW developer going forward beat this?!

Drive-Away Dolls dir. Ethan Coen (2024)

It's reaching out toward those 90s crime comedies the Coens had going, but just kinda falls short. I can't put a finger on what exactly is missing. Maybe it doesn't go far enough?

Madame Web dir. S.J. Clarkson (2024)

One of those laugh-at-the-dialogue-that-isn't-meant-to-be-funny affairs.

Perfect Days dir. Wim Wenders (2024)

I've over the moon for this movie. Just perfect in every way. I felt it in my bones, watched it ten times at theaters all over the area as I chased down showtimes, and I'll gladly watch it again.

The Peasants dir. DK Welchman & Hugh Welchman (2024)

Holy crap, I missed Loving Vincent but this makes me wanna go and check that out, because this animation technique is gorgeous. All of the performances were great, too.

Stopmotion dir. Robert Morgan (2024)

Stopmotion, puppets, horror, madness. It's a perfect combination.

The Taste of Things dir. Tran Anh Hung (2024)

I haven't seen food shot this beautifully since Food Wars.

Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba – To the Hashira Training dir. Haruo Sotozaki (2024)

Never watched an episode before and I can say that was a helluva fight.

Maestro dir. Bradley Cooper (2023)

Man, I mean, he did it, he sure damn did it, but should he have?

Land of Bad dir. William Eubank (2024)

When the shit hits the fan.

Imaginary dir. Jeff Wadlow (2024)

I was in from the get-go, but it did need a certain something. Maybe 25% more creepy toys.

Love Lies Bleeding dir. Rose Glass (2024)

You'll think you know where it's going but it does not go there.

The American Society of Magical Negroes dir. Kobi Libii (2024)

Justice Smith and An-Li Bogan did amazing work in The American Society of Magical Negroes. Everyone in the cast and crew, really, but they portrayed a lot of complicated feelings and fears with aplomb and also had a really sweet romantic scene that got to me like no romantic scene in recent memory. I fell for Bogan’s character just like Smith’s character did. (And they respond to that by the end.)

Shayda dir. Noora Niasari (2023)

Scheming and plotting to convince my higher-ups to cast Zar Amir Ebrahimi in any of our projects because I just wanna see her cast in more stuff.

One Life dir. James Hawes (2023)

More than most of us.

Problemista dir. Julio Torres (2024)

When there's no choice but to suffer and no one will understand.

Luca dir. Enrico Casarosa (2021)

Oh, this is just The Little Mermaid retold (affectionate).

Late Night with the Devil dir. Cameron Cairnes & Colin Cairnes (2024)

They needed more insanity and a higher frequency of it.

Immaculate dir. Michael Mohan (2024)

Whoa BUDDY, props to Sweeney for going for it in the end.

Exhuma dir. Jang Jae Hyun (2024)

I feel like I'm missing a critical cultural understanding here to get past my tepid response.

Winnie-the-Pooh: Blood and Honey 2 dir. Rhys Frake-Waterfield (2024)

I didn't need to do this again.

Godzilla x Kong: The New Empire dir. Adam Wingard (2024)

Closing in on minimal humans and maximum giant monsters.

The Bad Batch - Season 2 (2023)

Yep, nailed it. They have great character moments here and it continues the tradition of "oh the clones are more interesting than most everyone else."

Andor (2022)

First half is two thumbs up, second half is one shaky thumb up. Big Mandalorian vibes with the whole return from whence you came narrative arc. I'd like to see them break away from Favreau's influence (I unfairly pin the live action ups and downs on him).

The Mandalorian - Season 3 (2023)

It's getting weird with the father figure thing. And it's befuddling when one has to catch a different show to understand key beats in Mandalorian and Grogu's story. Hype status for more seasons is low.

Ahsoka (2023)

The get-togethers are fun, but it meanders a bit and the ending was a headscratcher. Great combat and Star Wars-iness though. I'd come back for more with a hopeful glint in my eye.

Star Wars Resistance (2018-2020)

They could've had something good here, but they really whiffed most of season 1. It starts to get good at the end of s1 and maybe through half of s2, but then they seemed to tie things up hastily when they knew they were getting cancelled. Can't recommend. :(

Tales of the Jedi (2022)

Anthology Star Wars?! Anthology Star Wars!! They make me care about characters from the movies that meant nothing to me, as is Filoni and co's way.

Star Wars: Visions (2021-2023)

MORE anthology Star Wars?!! And "Screecher's Reach" in the second season kinda wrecked me. Just typing this out makes me think of it again and the tears well. It's from the Secret of Kells studio and it's just a phenomenal short. Both anthology shows are must-watch.

The Outer Limits - Volume 2 (1964)

I'm surprised how little of this first season carries through to the 90s revival that I love so much.

[the-s1lly-corner]

creepypastas of your choice being new parents (reader can be included or not, or the reader can BE the kid. either works)

Eyeless Jack, Slenderman, and Jeff as dads/dad figures

getting silly with it. last request in the inbox, might write some other stuff later today for myself but idk we'll see, admins feeling a little sleepy RAAAAAAH no real mentions of reader i think, just the characters being dads but there might be vague mentions of partners so you can imply that is reader. shrugs. i tend to write these notes before actually writing the post this was originally going to have laughing jack but then i got bummed out when i realized that jack would not make a good solo parent simply because hes too chaotic accidentally swapped from saying "the kid" to "you" midway through writing this but im too tired to fix it so uhuh im making it everyone elses problem/j

SLENDERMAN:

by default i think slenderman can be an okay dad and im purely basing this on the fact that i grew up on the 2010s era of the fandom where quotev quizzes and fics for the fandom were peak. i think in the beginning he would be a little lost, especially if hes going to be raising the kid alone. i mean hes a solitary creature that rarely connects with others, he knows knowing about raising a human child. and thats assuming the kid is even human. if he has a kid with a human reader, are they more human or more... creature..? are they a hybrid? how much of slendermans genetics carry over? can he even have children since admin personally thinks he was made by zalgo like all other demons in this timeline? many questions. protective and strict dad, makes sure the kid does their work and chores, but makes sure he doesnt raise a pushover... definitely hostile towards anyone who harasses the kid, be it bullying or generally just being a douchebag. i think if hes the sole parent he raises them in the woods and teaches them things himself. doesnt bother with putting the child through schooling, theyre a child of the woods now babey!!/hj

look at it this way the kid is really self sufficient and can survive in the wilderness for an extended period of time and they know how to kick butt, assuming they also grow up with his proxies. yeah.. thats going to be interesting... would they see them as uncles or as sibling or family friends? its anyones guess. bonus father figures!!

EYELESS JACK:

also does not know what hes doing. i think i wrote somewhere that jack would put the baby in a carrier and walk around with them in the woods. maybe even showing them different animals and plants even if he knows that the kid cant understand him. definitely a case where hes going to need someone else to help him, be it his partner if theyre still around, or someone else... naturally its going to be harder to find someone to help him if his partner is out of the picture for one reason or another. main reason because that jack is... oh you know, literal man eating demon who sometimes goes into blind feeding frenzies if he gets hungry enough + he tries to put off feeding for as long as possible because it literally means taking a life and he still has his humanity in there. not going to say it out right but i think you guys can put two and two together and understand why jack is wary about having a small child hanging around his cabin. also he wants the kid to be able to grow up around other people. its unlikely, since the other person is likely going to be another creepypasta character because any normal person would rat him out... but he might also want the kid to have a 'normal' upbringing. lots of feelings here for him. kind of like a tired dad, between juggling the child and the things going on with him is really going to do a number on him. giggling at the idea of him trying to get slender to help him esp since i hc they have weird territorial beef going on

JEFF THE KILLER:

actually has a decent grasp of how to treat them but thats because he had liu/was an older brother. the dynamic is less father child and more so older brother younger sibling. probably lets you have a fair amount of free reign; he doesnt really strike me as a strict guardian. probably forgets to pick you up from soccer practice/j ....actually wait no i can kind of see him actually doing that on accident. tries to make it up to you by giving you treats because he does kind of feel bad for leaving you behind. you remind him a lot of his brother. im still torn on whether or not liu is still alive in my silly au but imagine hes not and he kind of. tries to raise you good and treat you well to make up for everything that happened. jeff with some level of mental clarity after the height of everything hits me in a weird sad way i can quite describe. like dont get me wrong hes still the knife wielding dude hes usually written as, but hes a little.. just a tiny bit mellowed out. just a tad.. side note i fully blame the idea of jeff being remorseful over murdering liu from a fic that had a chokehold on me in middle school so oooo... you probably know/interact with ben through jeff since theyre good friends. jumping into my personal hc/au jeff carries ben around in a phone since bens usually confined to electronics and they grew up together. obviously jeff outgrows ben because. you know ghosts dont grow up. so imagine you start becoming best friends with ben and ben is just. SPILLING so much old stuff on jeff, mostly dumb stuff jeff did and him being a jackass. idk i just think thats funny. its like when you suddenly get dad lore but instead of getting it from your dad you get it from dads ghost best friend

[crushedsweets]

do you have any ej headcanons? his character tends to vary alot, sometimes he used to be human and other times hes just a monster in the woods

ive always liked the idea of him being like a big brother to some of the pastas mainly like sally, ben, and jeff

AAAAGREED . As per usual ramble under the cut about jacks relationship with everyone + I’ll post colored version of this in a sec

ok. ive already talked a good bit about jack being a normal med student before the sacrifice, spending a year in some rando possessed demon state, regaining clarity, finding refuge in slenders forest, etc etc. he sort of resembles like, a vampire mixed w ghoul from tokyo ghoul

and as per usual fandom antics, he's one of the typical medical resources for a lot of people in that circle . he absolutely was the eldest son of his family, maybe like 3 younger siblings, so going to university and getting away from a big family was really nice for him. until he lost everything and can never face them again</3

SOOOOO him being the resident 'doctor' and already having a brotherly instinct .. its real and true. especially with sally, but she doesn't come around much since sally stays w jane and jane doesnt need jack. sally def reminds him of one of his little sisters. its super super bittersweet for him. jane doesnt realize jeff gets help from jack so thats the only reason she even lets sally come around

in terms w his friendship w jeff and ben.. those two are close, and jeff def has to go to jack for medical attention. ben doesnt need it but he'll come w jeff just bc he can. for a while jack REFUSED to talk to jeff while treating his wounds bc he knows what jeff does. ((jeff isnt even protected under slenderman he just lies and jack has no idea LMFAO))BUT EVENTUALLY jeff starts bringing jack uhh. :| remains. as an extra thank you, which means jack doesnt have to do the killing. it felt like a huge burden lifted off his shoulders. so that kinda helped shift their friendship. ben also doesnt really kill he just haunts so jack didnt have severe issues w him anyway(plus ben actually IS protected under slender sooo)

ben and jeff are just kinda assholes but in the boyish brotherly way(for the most part). neither of them have past 8-9th grade education and will literally look at jack like hes stupid for making a catcher in the rye reference.

jacks just kind of a pathetic little asshat who misses being in school. sometimes he'll try to convince ben and jeff to actually pick up a book for once in their life, and they probably did it once. PROB WOULD ENJOY CATCHER IN THE RYE NOW THAT I THINK ABOUT IT. LMFAOO

he's not all too brotherly with like, masky and hoody since those two are older than him and are creeped out by him. but theyve gotten their fair share of medical attention from him, and he even taught hoody some more extensive first aid so now hoody kinda deals with the basic stuff toby totally still goes out of his way to see jack regardless of whether hoody could treat it or not. toby had nobody willing to talk to him growing up, so the fact that now he sort of has a circle of freaks thatll talk to him, laugh(marginally) at his jokes, and can take some crude remarks.... BROS TAKING ADVANTAGE.

clocky also isnt protected under slenderman, but if she comes to jack with a gash in her head or a stab wound in her leg, jacks gonna help regardless. clocky is also kind of a smartass so she'll actually read some of the books jack has and talk to him about it which is pleasant for them both, but they really have like... nothing else in common.

liu doesnt need 2 go to jack and wouldnt bc he has no reason to

im still lost on how i want ninas case to go, whether she actually kills or just committed an act of self mutilation that caught jane and lius attention, so idk if she would need jack . .

[arjaandsimoni]

Temporal Chaos

New Orleans, the Evening After Umbra’s Defeat

“Bloody vampires and their bloody rituals…” grumbled Nelen as he sat at the table in the hotel. Natasha had insisted that Nicu learn how to feed before they made their return to Jaipur and, while the magus could understand the logic there, he still wasn’t happy about it. The manticore was still running wild in India and they needed to deal with it, but he wanted to make sure everyone who could be there to fight it would be there, and that very much included Natasha.

He was watching the news on the hotel’s TV currently, but there were no news stories about the incident at the storage facility. He had learned more than a few tricks about cleaning up bloodstains in his time as a warlock and of course Umbra would hardly be going to the police. There was a minor news blurb about a local Rabbi going missing, but nothing involving his death and he had a feeling if the Prince had caught him he’d have made damn sure that everyone knew it, so Umbra had most likely succeeded in escaping New Orleans.

Umbra, the much-rumored Thief of Time… he glanced over at the door to the attached room where Arja, Simoni, Sammi, and Stephy were all examining the destroyed bracelet, the enchanted artifact he had used to manipulate time and give himself the ultimate edge for any thief.  The ability to go again and again and again until he got it right.

“Sheesh… hard to believe something so normal looking caused that much trouble.” said Simoni, cocking her head at it as it lay on a desk in the hotel room.

“Not in my case.” frowned Sammi, the fae prince making a face, “I can feel that thing. Its like a weight on time and fate, the world distorted around it. Its making me uncomfortable just looking at it…”

Stephy nodded, the princess sharing his brother’s feelings. “Yeah. I mean, I’m not as sensitive to that stuff as Sammi is yet, but…” he looked at it again, wincing, “… ewie…” he murmured.

Arja shrugged at them. “Want me to just roast it? I mean, its just leather and silver. Gimme five seconds and its gone.”

As she said this however a metallic hand grabbed her and pulled her away. “HEY! NO!” snapped Reshephia, the succubus staying around until she was sure the bracelet wouldn’t be a threat to her anymore. “Little fancy ass prince here wrecked it before I could unweave the spell and its all volatile now! There’s no telling what could happen if someone tries to completely destroy it!” she frowned, “You think that kid getting a spear through the lung was bad? Try that spell going haywire and unmaking one of you!”

Simoni nodded, glancing at the bracelet again as she slowly backed away from it, “Yeah… that sounds… um… really bad.” she whispered, looking at Reshephia. “Hey, um, why do we have this thing in here again? Shouldn’t we like seal it in some concrete and toss it in the ocean maybe?”

The demon sighed, shaking her head, “Mortals…” she snorted, “There’s a ritual I can do to undo the spell and render it inert, but the reagents are hard to come by. I already used Nelen’s tablet to mail order them so they should be here by tomorrow. Just gotta sit tight until then.”

Arja looked at her, raising an eyebrow, “Hang on… you need a bunch of rare ritual stuff and it’ll be here tomorrow… by mail?” she asked.

Reshephia grinned like a sawblade at her. “How do you think Jeff Bezos got Amazon started? Hell, he’s teaching us a few tricks about torturing and crushing souls! Mammon already has a seat on his board of directors reserved for him.”

Simoni frowned at her, “Are there any American CEOs who aren’t on Hell’s payroll?” she asked.

Reshephia shrugged, “The ex-Activision guy, Bobby Kotick, isn’t.” she replied.

Stephy shrugged at her, “Huh, guess he really doesn’t have any excuse.” he murmured.

Reshephia laughed a bit, “Yeah, some mortals are just like that… but I’m serious though. Hands off the bracelet.” she nodded, pushing the group away and standing between them and it, her back to the wrecked leather.

“I mean it! That thing is stupidly unstable right now! You guys got lucky carrying it here, but even a tap could have all sorts of consequ- what smells like burning copper?” she paused, her eyes going wide as her nose twitched.

The five of them turned to the bracelet to see Dusk sitting on the table, one tiny paw resting on one of the silver decorations on the wrecked strip of leather. “… what?” asked the Cheshire kitten.

All five of them backpedaled until they hit the beds.

“DUSK! GET OFF THAT!” gasped Simoni as the kitten yowled and jumped back, a spark of energy sending him skidding off the edge of the table.

The bracelet began to crackle with energy, then with a sudden pop it shot into the air, then again, then again, then there was a bang like a gunshot and it went flying towards the group!

Simoni caught it out of reflex and looked around. “Ohnononono! Resehphia! Its your bracelet! Make it stop!" she shrieked, tossing it to the demon.

Reshephia caught it and shook her head, her fangs gritted and her eyes wild. “I DON’T WANT IT! SOMEONE ELSE TAKE THE DAMN BLAST!” she snarled, tossing it to Sammi, who yelped and volleyball smacked it to Arja, who punched it back to Reshephia, who threw it underhand to Simoni, who let out a scream of alarm as it began to spark again and threw it wildly, the bracelet landing on Stephy’s head!

The fae princess let out a scream and flailed his arms, “AHHHH! GET IT OFF GET IT OFF!” he cried, then suddenly the bracelet began to glow, “G-guys? Whats happening?!” he whined.

From outside all the windows of their room lit up like the noonday sun, then suddenly an eruption of energy rippled outwards across New Orleans as every car alarm in five blocks went off all at once and the nearest six fire hydrants exploded.

Nelen, Dawn, and Tex burst into the room from next door as Drusilla began cursing as the blast woke up Scylla, the infant cyclops beginning to cry loudly.

“What. The everloving FUCK. Was that?!” demanded Nelen, looking around at the group who had all been knocked off their feet. “Oh for… sound off! Anyone injured?”

Arja coughed and struggled to her feet, having been blown behind the desk. “I’m fine! Just a couple bruises!"

Simoni pulled herself up from behind the bed, “Yeah… I’m good… I… Stephy!” she gasped, “He was right under it! Stephy! Are you okay?!” she called out.

“Yeah!” came reply from behind the other bed.

“I’m fine!” came his voice from inside the room’s closet.

“Where the hell am I though?” came another reply from the bathroom.

“Wait, is this New Orleans? How did I get here?” came a voice from the fire escape outside.

The others all glanced at each other, then around the room. All of those sounded like him… but…

Then the window opened and Stephy climbed in… or at least, someone looking like him did. He was wearing a black silk button down top and a long loose skirt with black heels… and his skin was so pale it was almost pure white. He shook his head to clear it and looked around with a pair of bloody red eyes. “Nelen? Whats going on, where did you come from?” he asked.

From behind the bed Stephy stood up with a groan, “Uhhhn… my head…” he whined. This one was wearing a long green sundress and had bubblegum pink hair down to his waist with flowers blooming through it. “OH NO!” he whined, feeling over the petals, “Are my blossoms okay?! Big sis got really mad when they got damaged last time!”

The door to the bathroom opened then, and another Stephy walked out… but this one had metallic silver skin and long crimson hair with a pair of horns peeking out of it. He was wearing a tube top with ‘After School Special Villaness Club’ on it and a pair of long black leather pants with heeled boots. “… fuuuuuuuck... What the hell did Igniz make that drink out of? Got the hangover to end all hangovers here…” he growled, then looked around and spotted Reshephia. “Huh? Reshy? What happened? Did we get summoned? This doesn’t feel like Hell…” he grumbled.

Reshephia stared open mouthed at him, then grinned and wagged her tail, “Wait, I get one?” she asked nobody in particular.

Finally, from the far corner of the room came a whine as Stephy stood up, the one they all knew with long blonde hair wearing a white silken top and long icy blue skirt. “Owwwww… I hit my head…” he began, then stopped as all four of them looked back and forth at each other.

Dawn opened her mouth, then closed it again. She held up a hand, “Ah…” she began, then closed her mouth again. She shrugged, “Thuh…” she began, then stopped again… then she shook her head and leaned into Nelen, clutching at his sleeve. “Nelen! HELP! I have too many jokes!” she whined, her tail thrashing behind her.

Nelen wiped his glasses off, then put them back on, then said, “Reshephia?”

The demon glanced at him, “Yeah?”

He thrust his arms out and waved them around, staring goggle eyed at her, “WHAT?!”

She looked at where the bracelet had landed, then around the room, “Timelines…” she murmured, “The spell shorted out and couldn’t figure out which one was real… so it made them all real! All of these are him, but from other timelines!” she said, then she stood up and pointed to the demonic Stephy, “YOU! HOW?!” she asked.

The demon Stephy shrugged, taking out a silver cigarette case and removing a stick from it, then lighting it with a flick of his fingers. “Really? You don’t remember? I mean, I got really fucking pissed at my dad and thought ‘fuck it, if Nelen can do it so can I’ and I tried to call up a wrath demon, but screwed up and got you instead. Since I set a binding for the wrong court you just grabbed me, dragged me down, and… Hell did its thing.” he nodded, gesturing to himself.

Simoni nodded, “Yeah… uh… and you look a lot like that one faerie we fought back at Johnny’s Toys…” she said, looking at the flowery one.

Flower Stephy looked at her, squinting, then said, “Wait… your voice… but… you’re back in Arcadia with our keeper!” he gasped, “Nelen tried to save us from Big Sis, but one of her soldiers knocked him out and they dragged us off while he was unconscious…” he said, his head going up and down as he looked her over, “What happened to you?! Why do you look like you’re from India now?!”

At this Stephy, the winter one, stood up and walked over. “Hold up, hang on. Nelen DID rescue me from her! He had to unseal Merihim to do it, but he did!”

Flower Stephy shook his head, “Noooo… he got knocked unconscious and I got taken to Arcadia.” he replied, pointing to a silvery collar around his throat stamped with rose symbols.

Winter Stephy shook his head, “No. Nelen rescued us and I spent the next couple years getting abused to hell and back by my dad before Drusilla killed him. Then when I went back home to get my stuff before the city condemned it for reals this time I found mom’s letter, freaked out, ran into the forest, got tricked by him…” he jabbed a thumb at Sammi.

“… I said I was bloody sorry…” grumbled the fae prince, leaning against the wall and folding his arms over his chest.

“… then I wound up in Lady Sera’s lands and she made me into a changeling.” he nodded.

Flower Stephy tilted his head, his petals rustling in his hair. “Huh… so… no Endless Shopping Mall? No sleepovers with Big Sis’s friends? No costume parties? None of that?” he asked.

Winter Stephy blinked, looking at him, then looking over at Nelen, then back at Flower Stephy. “Wait, what? That’s what she does to her changelings?!” he asked. Rain made it sound horrific, but that didn’t sound bad at all!

Flower Stephy blushed, “W-well, I mean… that’s the simple version… but… um… I mean… her tantrums can get really scary and she’s big on punishments if I mess stuff up but… um…” he squirmed awkwardly, “When I’m good she lets me ride Sir Flopsalot.”

Winter Stephy paused, raising his eyebrow. “… who is ‘Sir Flopsalot?’” he asked.

Flower Stephy blushed deeper, “… Big Sis’s giant horse-sized march hare.”

Winter Stephy’s eye twitched, and then he threw up his arms and exclaimed, “I COULD HAVE HAD A GIANT HORSE SIZED BUNNY?!”

Nelen noticed this reaction, then stepped in and said, “Hey, you there. Flower Power?” he asked as the spring-fae Stephy looked over at him. “Question… do you know who he is?” he asked, pointing to Tex who was still trying to process that his relationship had spontaneously become multiple choice.

Flower Stephy looked at him, cocking his head, then back at Nelen and shook his head, “Nope, never met him before. He’s cute though.” he giggled.

Tex blushed himself as Winter Stephy paused, “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” frowned Nelen, glancing at Winter Stephy, “She tried to take you before you met Tex, remember? If she’d succeeded then McCall’s vampires would have probably killed Tex and his entire family that night. That worth a giant horse sized bunny?”

Winter Stephy whined, stepping closer to Tex and clinging to his arm, “… no…” he muttered sheepishly, looking rather embarrassed now, then he looked up and over at the other vampire in the room. “Wait, is that how that me become a vampire?” he gasped, pointing at the gothic dressed Stephy who was still by the window. “You! Who’s your sire?”

The vampire jumped a bit, then replied, “Oh, uh… her name is Natasha Kernovich.”

They all stared, then Nelen said, “… HOW? She was in freaking Romania when we teamed up and our Stephy didn’t meet her until after he became a changeling! How the hells did that even happen?!”

Vampire Stephy shrugged, “Well, it’s a long story… but…” he began, but then the demonic Stephy spoke up.

“Hey, hold up… if I’m hearing you right Nelen… this is all Frostytits’ timeline right?” he asked, pointing to Winter Stephy who let out an annoyed huff at the comment.

Nelen nodded slowly, “Yeaaaaaaaaah?” he replied.

The demon grinned wider, showing he had the same razor-sharp teeth as Reshephia. “So… that means in this timeline we don’t technically exist… so anything we do here is consequence free for us… right?” he asked.

Flower Stephy and Vampire Stephy heard that, then glanced at each other, then grinned widely.

“… oh shit. NO. No no no no NO!” snarled the magus, walking towards the demon. “You three are NOT about to start some shit in this town! We just got done saving it from Agaliarept and stopping Umbra from fucking with history!” he shouted, turning around and heading to the door to the next room, where his bag was. “You three are going to stay right here while we work out how to undo this and send you back to your own timeli-…” he started, but as he got to the door Dawn called out.

“HEY GANDALF!” she hissed, looking out the open window from a room that was back down to one Stephy. “They all bolted down the fire escape around ‘stopping Umbra.’” she pointed out.

Nelen gritted his teeth, then shouted, “FUCK!”

Outside the hotel

The trio of alternate Stephys giggled excitedly at each other. Demon spotted a nearby motorcycle and jumped onto it, breaking the ignition and hotwiring it with glance, then conjured a length of chain and twirled it above himself as it burst into flames, speeding off into the night. “LOOKIT ME! I’M GHOSTRIDER!” he cackled.

The vampiric one nodded to the flowery Stephy, “I’m going to go see if I can find this version of Natasha, I can tell she’s nearby!” he grinned, then leapt up onto a nearby shop’s rooftop, then a taller building, jumping from roof to roof as he sped off.

Flower Stephy watched him go, then waved his hands at a pair of decorative trees. They bent to touch their boughs, making a rough arch-like shape, and then the air shimmered as a Hedge Gate opened in the middle of the street. He stuck his pinkie fingers in his mouth and whistled loudly, and a moment later a gigantic march hare burst through the portal, a saddle already fixed around it’s middle. The flower changeling giggled excitedly, then climbed up onto the massive rabbit and held on tight. “Lets go Sir Flopsalot!” he squealed as the rabbit’s nose twitched, then it hunched and bounced forward, racing off through New Orleans as each bound shook nearby cars, setting their alarms off! “WHEEEEEEE!”

Back in the hotel room

Nelen was cursing up a storm, “Time magic time magic I fucking HATE time magic!” he shouted in frustration.

“Nelen… hey, wizard boy.” said Reshephia, “It gets worse.” she frowned.

Nelen froze, then without turning around he said, “… HOW.”

“The spell is still going.” said the demon, “Those three are just gonna be the start. Its trying to tell which timeline is real, but its busted, so its grabbing all the versions of him it can! We need to get those three back, and any of the others who show up, or else it’ll just keep going until we’re up to our eyeballs in genderqueer young boys…”

Sammi laughed, “Oh is that all? Oh no, how ever shall we cope…” he chuckled, glancing at Tex, “What do you say Prince Cowboy? Fancy turning that speakeasy back in Covington into a harem?”

Tex turned bright red, coughing awkwardly, “Sammi, shaddap.” he grunted.

Reshephia coughed, “I’m not done yet. It’ll keep doing that until the spell crashes, then the resulting paradox will erase ALL versions of him… and crater most of the city.”

The group stared at her, then Nelen kicked open the door and ran for his bag. “Drus! We’re going to need everyone we can!” he shouted.

“What about Scylla?!” she demanded.

“BRING HER!” he barked from the other room.

Winter Stephy looked around, “W-well, I mean… it can’t be that bad right? Most of them will probably just be, yanno, normal kids… right?” he tried.

As Nelen returned with Drusilla behind him Reshephia stood up, handing over the bracelet. “Take it. You’ll need it to send them all back and I need to go get the parts for the spell to do it. It can only do one spell at a time so its safe for now.” she nodded firmly as the warlock slid the bracelet into the bag, then the group raced out of the building!

As they got to the ground floor there was a clatter of bones and a cackling sound as another alternate Stephy in a long black gown and cloak rode past on a skeletal horse with witch-lights glowing in it’s eyes. “Son of a…” growled Nelen, then he heard a rumbling sound, “HEADS UP!” he shouted, shoving the group back as Demon Stephy roared past on the stolen motorcycle, leaving a trail of flames in his wake!

“Arja! You’re fireproof! You and Simoni take Dusk and go after the demon one! We’ll go find Isolde’s version!” he shouted as Arja gave a thumbs up and hopped on Simoni’s back, the two taking to the air and shooting off in pursuit of the demon.

Dawn sniffed around as they disappeared around the corner, “I smell rabbit fur, this way!” she shouted, having seen Flower Stephy summon the giant bunny from the window.

New Orleans was already erupting into chaos. They saw an explosion in the direction that Arja and Simoni had flown towards, and buildings all along the path had flowering vines growing all over them. Pretty, but they were Arcadian so they were probably dangerous.

Further along the path the Flower Stephy was having the time of their life, giggling and kicking his legs as he trailed blossoms behind him, all the plants he passed exploding into bloom as his glamour surged through the city, the sight of a giant rabbit catching the eye of everyone he passed. All around him cameras clicked and smartphones snapped, he’d be trending on Twitter within the hour if he wasn’t already.

He looked up as he caught the faintest whiff of snow, then looked behind him and grinned to see his wintery self and their companions sprinting after him. “Catch me if you can!” he giggled, urging Sir Flopsalot on as the giant rabbit took a shortcut through a large alleyway.

Suddenly, a loud crash drew their attention to the far end of the alleyway and another copy of Stephy jogged past, though this one had skin like marble and they wore a sort of toga like dress.

They were also carrying a car over their head.

Nelen blinked slowly, “… what… the hell was that one?” he asked.

Sammi nodded, “Changeling, I can sense the glamour about him. Buggered if I know who their keeper is though…” he frowned.

Stephy watched his alternate-self toss the car they were holding, then laugh and pick up another before lumbering off. “Huh, wonder if Dad stopped being such an asshole in that timeline after I could do that sort of stuff…” he murmured.

They left the alleyway and looked up at a cackling sound, seeing yet another Stephy riding past on an honest to gods broomstick and wearing a pointed hat. “… and one wound up in fucking Oz somehow?!” asked Nelen, then they looked away as a feral looking Stephy leapt atop a car and howled excitedly, their face a lupine muzzle and their body covered in dusky brown fur. “… and a werewolf too?!” he shouted, “HOW THE HELLS MANY MORE ARE THERE GOING TO BE?!” he demanded.

Stephy just looked around, “I wonder if it’s just me though…"

Just then, there was a huge burst of energy directly to their left and standing there were six people, one of which appeared to be another Nelen! He had long hair tied back into a ponytail and a goatee instead of a full beard, but it was unmistakably him! He wore long white robes in an oriental style and held a wooden stave with a top like a stylized wolf’s head. Next to him was a massive minotaur-like woman standing nearly twice his height in a black silk top and black trousers, with a staff that had an eagle-like head on it.

A young woman stood near them with small, pointed ears and pure white eyes, she had deep indigo hair with what appeared to be tentacles of some sort running through it, and was wearing leather armor with a pair of crystalline daggers in her belt. Next to her was a very small fox-like girl wearing a colorful skirt, red silken headscarf, and a matching wrap-top.

Between them all was a small, green-skinned man in a bomber jacket holding a rifle ready as he looked this way and that, as if trying to find something worth shooting. He had a hooked nose and huge batlike ears. Next to him was a very small woman with blonde hair tied into twin buns, wearing white and black robes and holding a staff in her hands.

“Chromie? Where are we now?!” asked the minotaur-woman, seeming rather high strung at the moment.

“Dunno Nitika, maybe another warzone?” commented the woman with the purple hair and tentacles as she looked around, her pointed ears twitching at the sounds around them.

“I… I don’t know! I don’t think this one is one of Azeroth’s timelines! I’m sensing SERIOUS temporal chaos! I think we just got sucked into it!” the small woman called back as she tried to focus on her staff.

Dawn grinned widely, walking towards them as her tail swished behind her, “Oh heck guys! Look! This Nelen actually is a wizard!”

 “… what?” grunted the new Nelen, raising an eyebrow at her appearance. It was clear this Nelen had never seen anything like her before.

Dawn jogged over, then vanished, and with a pop and a surprised curse she was squatting on the wizard-Nelen’s shoulders.

“Woaaaaaaaah! He even smells the same! Think wherever he’s from has Old Spice too?!” she laughed as the magus snarled and reached up, trying to grab her… but she vanished and reappeared with a loud exclamation of some strange unrecognizable language atop the minotaur’s head.

Dawn grinned, shielding her eyes and pointing, “Hey! I can see our hotel from up here!” she laughed, then she vanished again before the bovid-woman could snatch her and appeared with a burp infront of the fox-like girl.

Dawn squatted down and looked at her, cocking her head.

The fox-girl cocked her head the other way, her ear flicking.

Dawn smiled, stuck out a finger, and tapped the vulpine on the nose. “Boop.” the cat grinned.

The fox giggled, then did likewise to the feline. “Boop!” she smiled.

Then Dawn vanished again and reappeared next to Nelen (the wizard,) and immediately flipped open his pouch, sticking her head and shoulders into it. “Hey! He knows the ‘make the big bag’ spell too! Think this one keeps cat treats in his bags?” she shouted to her allies.

This time however she was distracted enough for the newcomer to grab her firmly around the middle. He lifted her boldly out of the bag, then held her by the shoulders infront of him. “Oi, moggie.” he growled.

“Yeah?” she replied.

In an eyeblink she was looking at a massive werewolf wearing a mage’s robes and glasses. The lycantherope took a deep breath and roared, “STAY OUT OF MY BAG!” baring his fangs as the force of his voice blew her hair and ears back.

Dawn blinked slowly, then screamed and vanished from his grasp, reappearing behind her version of Nelen. “THAT NELEN IS WRONG! ITS EVIL NELEN! MAKE IT GO AWAY!” she hissed, her tail floofed out.

Nelen, the wizard, resumed his human form, took off his glasses, and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Chromie, could you please…”

“Sorry! I think I have it now! Weird multiverse huh guys?” she asked, and suddenly they all vanished.

Sammi cocked his head at where they had been standing. “… did that one with the all-white eyes and tentacles in her hair look familiar to anyone else?” he asked, looking around, “… No? Just me? Hm…”

Meanwhile, across town…

Natasha and her newly risen vampire ‘childe,’ Nicu, were hiding out on a rooftop as New Orleans apparently went mad. “Well! I can certainly see why Henri came to the Americas now! If nothing else this country is not short on excitement…” she mused, watching the chaos unfold below.

Nicu was next to her, the young boy still having a bit of blood on his lips from his first feeding. He had managed to keep from accidentally going too far, but he hadn’t quite learned to not be a messy eater yet. “… um… this isn’t normal for New Orleans Natasha, or… any city really.” he pointed out.

Natasha nodded, “Mm…” she murmured, then the two froze as they sensed something behind them, spinning around as a figure in black and red landed behind them, another vampire!

Natasha hissed, then paused and raised her eyebrow. “Wait… I know you… Stephy?” she asked in shock.

“Sort of!” replied the vampiric version of the young boy.

“… how… why are you a vampyr?! The fae cannot become undead!” she gasped in shock, stepping forward and looking over him with wide eyes.

“Weeeeeeell… it all started with…” he began, but then a loud explosion rocked the night as Arja and Simoni flew past.

“Fly faster Simoni! He just blew up another car!” shouted Arja as she held onto her shoulders tightly.

“If I go any faster we’ll crash Arja! Just hold on!” she shouted back as she whistled up another gust of wind to propel them onwards.

The three vampires got to the edge of the roof just in time to see Demon Stephy tearing past on the motorcycle, turn a corner, and go out of view. Several cars along the road were on fire now.

Natasha saw this and frowned, “… multiple Stephy… each different…” she glanced back at the vampiric one, then at where the demon had gone out of view, and sighed, “… Umbra’s bracelet, was it not? It must have backfired rather spectacularly. That must have been what Nicu and I felt earlier…”

“You figured that out awfully fast…” muttered Nicu, looking at her.

“I am centuries old Nicu.” she grinned at him, “You will learn too, in time.” the vampire girl nodded, patting his shoulder, “For now, we should locate Nelen. He will know how to best address this… situation.”

The two of them leapt off the rooftop, landing on the next one over, then began to jump from one to the other, their undead bodies propelling them further than they could have ever gone in life.

Vampire Stephy watched them go, then frowned, “… but… I wanted to tell her how…” he whined, then shrugged and raced after them.

Another part of the City

Nelen and the group were in full sprint, but everywhere they ran they saw more and more bizarre versions of their changeling friend popping up. An elvish version of Stephy with cybernetics from a timeline where technology had advanced far further than anyone had ever expected, a merfolk version (gods only knew how THAT happened) at the waterfront, trying to avoid all the buildings that were on fire, and more besides!

Halfway down the block Nelen stumbled to a halt and gasped as he gripped his knees. “Fucking… hells… that damn rabbit is fast… how the fuck are we supposed to gather up these kids when we can’t even catch ONE?!” he shouted.

“At least you’re getting your cardio in.” grinned Dawn.

Suddenly, from an alleyway came a small cheerful voice. “Hi!” it said.

All of them turned to see a small pudgy bear-like creature with  glasses and a colorful rainbow design on it’s belly, like a plush toy come to life.

“… huh…” muttered Dawn, “Anyone have ‘Care Bear Stephy’ on their bingo card?” she asked, looking around as Winter Stephy squeed at the sight.

“Why didn’t anyone tell me Care-A-Lot was real?!” he giggled, scampering over to the plush-like version of himself and squatting down to examine them. He had always adored plush toys and other cute things, and a whole world of them definitely caught his attention.

“Oh goodie! New friends!” smiled the Care Bear version, “New wonderful friends we can share the word of the Great Cloudkeeper with and spread his love and caring further!” he nodded, “Now… we just gotta deal with all those impure thoughts you have. Who wants to get castrated first?” he asked, holding up a scalpel.

Stephy’s smile blew out like a lightbulb and he backpedaled quickly, “… oh, that’s why.”

“SAM! HEDGE GATE! ALLEY!”  shouted Nelen, taking a running charge as Sammi slammed his hand against the edge of the alleyway. Briars formed around it as the view changed from a dingy alleyway to the depths of the hedge, the mage putting all his Fullmoon strength into his leg and kicking the bear through it in one quick motion!

“I still care for you all!” it shouted as it flew backwards, then it let out a yelp as a wolf made of brambles and nightmares jumped across the path and snapped it up in one go.

Dawn glanced at Stephy, “Yeaaaaaaaah, that’s why. They’re a little bit… Jonestown, and can fuck with emotions and minds. Nelen and I had to sort out a couple back when we were with the Wulfshead.” she replied, then she shuddered, “Anyone else just feel a chill?” she asked.

They turned to see another Stephy, this one wearing tight black leather with pierced ears, nostrils, lips, tongue, eyelids, and… well, pretty much if it could be pierced it was. The skin on his face was held back by hooks and the lenses for their glasses were implanted right into their skin! “Time… to play…” it hissed as it walked forward.

“Huh… Cenobite. Actually less off-putting than the Care Bear somehow.” shrugged the feline.

Several hours and a lot of chaos later…

Through much difficulty the group had managed to gather as many of the alternate versions of Stephy as they could in a convenient park, but now the mob numbered over fifty and were getting pretty agitated. There were Stephys of all shapes and sizes, all colors and species, and some with bodies that didn’t really seem to work in three dimensions.

“ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! TONE IT DOWN! Half of New Orleans is a disaster right now and the other half is on fire, but we need to sort you out NOW! Reshephia says that if we don’t get you all back to your own timelines a paradox will hit that’ll erase ALL of the Stephys here, including ours!” he shouted over the din of the mob, “She’s on her way now, just wait for her to get here!”

A cacophony of bored, gender-non-conforming voices rose up and he snarled, “Swear to all the gods and demons… I KNOW! WE’RE WORKING ON IT! JUST CHILL OUT AND…  I don’t fucking know… TRADE POKEMON CARDS OR SOMETHING!" he shouted, then walked back and took off his glasses, rubbing his eyes.

He looked up the path and saw Reshephia running towards the park. “Never thought I’d be relieved to see a demon running towards me…” he sighed.

The succubus skidded to a halt and looked around, “Fuck! How many of him are there now?!” she asked, looking at the madness before her.

“At least fifty that we were able to get. We’re pretty sure its all of them. So how do we fix this?” he asked.

Reshephia looked around, her eyes huge, “… I… I can’t! There’s TOO many! My bracelet was never meant to warp time like this! Even if it was whole this shouldn’t be possible!” the succubi shouted.

Nelen stared at her, then back at the mob of various alternate versions of his cousin, then back at her, “SO WHAT THE FUCK ARE WE SUPPOSED TO DO THEN?!” he demanded.

“HOW THE HELL SHOULD I KNOW?!” screamed Reshephia, throwing up her arms.

“Um, excuse me?” came a small voice nearby.

“Reshephia, what the hell do you mean you can’t fix this?! What about New Orleans getting blown to shit by the spell?!” yelled Nelen.

“I can at least stop THAT! But there’s no way I can send this many back to the right timelines!” she retorted. “How the hell is this even possible?! Is your cousin just destined to get grabbed by a bunch of weird supernatural shit?!”

“Hel-lo? Down here!” came the voice again.

“Reshephia, for fuck’s sake your bracelet caused this! Are you seriously telling me you don- that’s a dragon.” said Nelen as he looked to his right, seeing a massive reptilian face next to him.

The entire group, and most of the crowd, let out a surprised yelp as they looked over to see a huge dragon with sandy-brown scales and large horns squatting down next to Nelen and Reshephia.

“Theeeeeeeeere we go.” said the wyrm in a surprisingly high pitched voice, then in a swirl of sand the small blonde-haired girl from earlier was there, still in her black and white robes and holding her staff. “You two tend to panic easy huh?” she giggled.

Nelen stared at her, his jaw hanging open as she looked around. “So yeah, guess I can still hop the timelines to this world with all this craziness going on. My name is Chromie, of the bronze dragonflight, and I can get all these extras home where they belong!” she smiled, nodding. “Its kinda my job, keeping timelines in order… I mean a crash this big might even hit my world if its bad enough.”

Nelen found his voice, “… that’s a dragon.” he managed, falling silent again. Nobody, nobody at the Wulfshead or in Clan Fullmoon or anyone would ever believe this in a million years.

“Yep, bronze dragonflight, like I said.” she replied, raising her eyebrow at him. “Does… your world not have dragons?” she asked curiously, looking around, “Looks pretty fancy… well… what bits aren’t on fire. Guess all these extras did some damage huh?” she whistled as she looked around at the chaos wrought by several dozen supernaturally empowered teenagers.

Nelen stared, opened his mouth, closed it again, then raised his hand, then lowered it, then managed “… dragon.” in a stunned tone.

Chromie looked at him quizzically, raising her eyebrow, then shrugged and slammed the base of her staff against the ground, a huge portal of swirling sands appearing behind her. “ALRIGHT! Everyone who’s not supposed to be in this timeline, line up and enter the portal and we’ll get you back home! C’mon everyone, there might be treats involved!” she offered.

Slowly, the crowd of alternate Stephys looked between each other, then shrugged and began to file into the portal, each of them disappearing with a faint pop.

Nelen watched them go, and as the last one went in Chromie walked to it, then turned and waved, “Nice meeting you all. Bye!” she smiled, then vanished into it as the portal fell shut with a snap.

“… that… was a dragon.” stammered Nelen. “Someone, anyone, tell me you got a picture of that.” he asked.

Dawn grinned and held up her smartphone, “Yo.”

“That’s my girl.” he chuckled weakly.

Reshephia sighed, “Right, if that’s sorted…” she walked over to him, then reached into his pocket and snatched the remains of the bracelet out of it. “I’m going to go defuse this before it blows us into next week. Literally.” she frowned, heading back towards the hotel.

Simoni blinked slowly, having half-hidden behind Arja when Chromie revealed her true form to the crowd. “Um… what just happened?”

“I’m going to file this under ‘deus ex machina’ and leave it at that.” nodded her brother, clearing his throat. “But yeah, that sorts out that… we should probably get back to the hotel and…” he began, but an angry voice cut him off.

“What. THE ACTUAL FUCK. Is going on?!” shouted a familiar voice.

Coming up the street toward them was Aisha DeLane, wearing just a pair of jeans and a teeshirt that looked like she just threw them on, Claiomh Solias holstered on her hip. “Anyone wanna tell me why half of New Orleans is WRECKED right now?! What the hell did ya’ll do?!”

Nelen paused, then looked around. Now that the immediate issue of a swarm of Stephys was sorted out, it became apparent that the mob had seriously damaged the city. Fires were flickering in the distance, several buildings were encased in Arcadian flora, cars had been flipped over, blown up, or transformed into something amusing. It was a scene of supernatural madness!

“Uh… shit…” whispered Nelen. There was no way in hell that Rajesh could afford to fix this. A single hotel perhaps, but half an American City? “Okay. Kids? Get the fuck back to the hotel. Get your shit. We’re going back to India. Now.” he nodded.

“Fullmoon, what the fuck happened?!” demanded Aisha, glaring at him.

“I’ll tell you when we’re safely outside reality okay? Now c’mon!” he said as he began running back towards their lodgings, the rest of the group hurrying along as well. If they were lucky this would somehow get spun as a very unnatural disaster, but one that they could get relief money for. If not… well what the hell were they supposed to do?!

Dawn jogged along next to him, grinning, “Hey cheer up, could’ve been worse.” she nodded.

Nelen puffed along, glancing at her, “Worse how?!” he asked incredulously.

“One of those Stephys could have been a wendigo.” she smirked.

Nelen snorted, shaking his head. “Fuckin’ wendigos man…” he sighed.

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