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Previous ~ October 21st - Puppet, Indifferent ( Renji x Rukia ) Extra Tags- exhibitionism

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(aaandd part 10 is heree sorry for the waitt~!)

His way back feels too much like the walk of shame and something much worse, but by the time they're out the pumpkin patch, Rukia's held onto his hand with authority. Both their clothes back on as they should be, after the bunny slug promised to help further. He's not sure where they're going, "a special place of mine" is all she said; Ichigo may as well be walking into the next trap willingly... but by now, he's far too invested in however stranger this place may get to care too much.

He could simply ask her for directions, or even - as she seems so willing to do now - ask her to show him the way to the station personally... but where's the fun in that? A rather dusty and abandoned part of him decides.

They're not far, at least, they haven't walked long at all when Rukia announces they're just around the corner. Here, the coral has started to get thicker and thicker, rising to a reef with dips and nooks and lots color. And now he understands why Rukia took his hand.

The short bunny slug suddenly dives right into a small opening and Ichigo struggles to follow through, even as she pulls him along. Her small body allowing her to make way between the colorful branches, that smack him in the face once or twice instead.

And when they stop, Ichigo realizes they've arrived to a rather wistful-looking little clearing, encased like an open-roof home and adorned with various items just so. Some, more controlled, potted corals around the place, a cushy rug and various items littered about; a few too that make Ichigo avert his eyes.

"Make yourself at home~" She winks his way, and disappears somewhere, perhaps so she can freshen up.

And Ichigo... barely walks a few steps deeper inside the place, and there behind another wall of coral and under a mossy half-ceiling, is that lionfish he met before. Tied, flushed and half naked over a brightly colored inflateable bed.

"Oh," Rukia startles him suddenly, appearing out of nowhere with a snack she haphazardly stuffs on her face before she continues, "right!" She has the gal to sound surprised. However could anyone forget they have a whole person tied at home?

"Pay him no mind~💕" She declares, with a tone of voice that tells him this was more for Renji's sake than him. The lionfish whimpers quietly, his body twisting this way and that as his tail flicks about with frustration.

"Ask away, lobster-boy~! What did you want to know about the city?" And then Rukia's peeling of her clothes again, like she's doing but a menial task. She even turns his way with expectant, curious eyes, as he fumbles with the poor lionfish's pants to fish his dick and stroke him a couple lazy times. The needy sigh that rips out of Renji almost has his brain short-circuiting badly enough that he could've fogotten entirely why he's here.

"Uh, right- why-" and Ichigo has to clear his throat, doing his best to ignore the way Rukia quickly smears a generous amount of lube she found somewhere on the bed and shimmies her way between his legs. Laying comfortably like this is some sort of sleepover and not another lewd display. "Why am I here?" He spits out finally, as firmly as he's able.

"You needed to be, obviously," she says, as if it isn't the most unhelpful answer.

"Okay, but why? Who needed me here? Clearly someone went to great lengths to get me here." He insists, while his eyes dart every so often at the pitiful way in which the tied fishis attempting to push more than the head inside Rukia. The desperate half-thrusts starting to make him feel sorry for the guy.

"Can't you just accept that some things happen for a reason?" She talks so casually, even as Renji pants and moans her name behind her, thrusting sloppily, pulling at his ties to get more, begging like a little pet. "Around here, things often just happen-"

"Ok-okok I- do you have to do this?"

"What?" And again, she's smiling all cheeky, knowing exactly what he means but intent on making him spell it out.

"... This! Everyone around here, I- Do you have to? Right now?!"

"It's called multi-tasking~💕"

Ichigo's face scrunches up with a pout, his eyes fixed on the way Renji keeps chasing his relief with too-shallow thrusts; Rukia's pussy making sloppy, lewd sounds that she seems barely affected by. She... she's evil. And it seems Renji and him both have no complaints about that... fuck.

"Anyway- as I was saying, before you so rudely interrupted me, - the way in which all of us have found ourselves coming here is so not the important part. We were all called here and we've all stayed, that's all that matters."

His brow sets with even more questions than answers. Someone has to be tricking them here, things like that don't just appear out of nowhere. How long has this city- whoever is assembling all this people- been up to this? Why? So far all he's been exposed to is ridiculous amounts of sex... and varying levels of absurdity, it makes no sense.

"What's so bad about being here anyway?" Renji surprises them both suddenly, voice raspy and deep, choked up by the collar on his neck.

"Ahh did you cum already? Good boy~" Rukia's twisted back to look at him, and Renji's face flushes a deep crimson, his softening cock twitching with every sweet praise as it slides out of her. Sticky and messy. All Rukia does is pat Renji's cheek like she would an animal, and quickly wipe herself with a towel before she sits back down, mindless of the mess still slobbered all over Renji. "Exactly. I told you at the pumpkin patch didn't I? You need to let go more, this place is only for the people meant to see it- and that's as much information as you'll ever need. If that says something about you that you don't like... well then it's time for some more introspection, isn't it?"

Ichigo leaves them surprisingly clear-minded. Things that everything he's been exposed to recently have made him think and feel rushing back for him to analyze... perhaps... perhaps he should stay a little longer. Only until he can say with certainty that he understands why he was called here.

That and... he forgot to ask Rukia where the station is.

Find the uncensored version, as well as early access and wips to Aquacity as I draw/write it, on SubStar (link on pinned intro post)✨

[jtargaryen18]

Why Your Vote Matters (aka Where I've Been Lately)

Hi there. I'm back today. We got back Thursday but I needed to recover for a day before I tried to get back to something like my normal life. Needless to say, I missed you all. 💕

So, before I launch into this story, two things. First, my family and I are all okay. Second, yeah, I'm going to get a little political here and I try to keep such to a minimum. But I wouldn't do this without a compelling reason.

Trigger warnings for miscarriage, stillbirth, pregnancy, illness, and reproductive health care.

Not far into October, a friend of mine from college invited us out to visit her in California. Like me, she has two little girls. She and I haven't seen each other since we started families so it has been a little while. We got back in touch a few months ago on social media and often talked about how we needed to get together. My Chemical Romance, our favorite band, was playing out there and she got us tickets.

My husband stayed home but I took the girls, yes I made them do school each day lol, and we went out to stay with my friend and her family. Her girls are lovely, her husband is a really great guy.

I should probably mention that she was expecting her third child, a boy. Her due date was right after Thanksgiving. She was just starting her eighth month when we got there. She looked amazing and everything was going well. She suffered a miscarriage last year, she explained, and with this pregnancy, she was terrified of that happening again. She didn't even tell her friends she was expecting until it became obvious.

This pregnancy wasn't planned. But she wanted 3 or 4 children and when they found out everything was going well and it was a boy, they were thrilled. They had a room set up, all his things ready. Their girls, who are a little younger than mine, are small but they were excited. All four girls were like long-lost sisters from the start. It was fun to watch them.

The night of the concert came. My friend didn't want to take a risk in going. Understandable. I went with a friend of hers named Brie (also an MCR fan) and she watched my girls. It was a really good night.

The day before we originally planned to leave, I got my girls going on school (we homeschool). Her girls had gone to school and her husband went to work. She seemed worried. When I asked what was wrong, she said the baby was still and that concerned her. We talked about it and I finally convinced her to call her doctor's office to get her in that day. She was worried about overreacting. I told her that her peace of mind was important too.

The rest of that day was a nightmare. The ultrasound revealed that her son had died. What happened was incredibly rare. Even if they had been doing an ultrasound the exact moment when things went wrong, there was little chance they could have saved him. Her husband raced to the hospital. I went with my girls to get theirs from school and took them home. Her labor was induced and after 11 hours, she gave birth to her son. And he was a little smaller but perfect in every way. His heart just wasn't beating.

I stayed on to help with the girls. My friend's parents are gone and her mother-in-law lives in New Zealand so she couldn't get there right away. I was glad to help. I've experienced some things at the shelter but this was so much more personal. The loss was intense. Her girls aren't 5 yet. How to explain to them (and mine) what happened. It was hard to watch this couple go through loss and grief and have to face every aspect of that. There was a funeral. There was that happy room in bright yellow waiting for a child that wasn't coming.

The funeral was the Friday before Halloween. I took all our girls to a Halloween trail in their town that weekend. I helped where I could. I decided we'd stay on a few days until her MIL could get there.

But my friend had a fever almost as soon as she got home from the hospital. She didn't look well. Yes, she'd been through hell. But one morning, I was making breakfast for the kids and she came into the kitchen. There was a sick smell coming from her. And I had to tell her that. I asked her if I could check her temperature. It was high. She didn't want to go, but I loaded her and the kids into the car (her husband had gone in to work for just a couple of hours) and took her to the ER. There was something left in her womb. They put her under to clear out this debris (they said it wasn't placenta) which had caused sepsis. It was serious. She was back in the hospital and we almost lost her.

Her husband and I took shifts with one of us staying with her, and the other staying with our kids until we knew she'd make it. I thanked the nurse when we brought her home three days ago for all her help. She told me that she was just grateful my friend was in California.

Her MIL got there Wednesday and we came home. But that nurse's words stayed with me. If my friend lived somewhere else, would she be dead? Would she have been denied the care she needed to save her life after the devastating loss of her son? Would her son's loss be blamed on her? Would she have been arrested? What would happen to that family either way? Either that husband and two little girls lose a wife and mother or legal issues would haunt their lives on the heels of one of the worst things that can happen to a mother.

Tuesday the 8th is election day here in the U.S. And I'm just asking as a mother, for my friend, and our daughters, that you think carefully when you vote. While I understand the ideology of those who say they want to protect the unborn, I get that, there are so many other situations where access to medical care is vital to the life of the mother. Access to reproductive care is vital to families with kids already here, and to the economy.

What happened to my friend can happen to any of us. And this is a woman who wanted her son. She loved him with all her heart. I can't even bring myself to think about what might have happened to them if they lived in a place where reproductive health care is denied or where a bounty could have been placed on her head so someone could get $10k by saying she deliberately caused that loss.

Please vote to protect women and their rights to their own bodies. Please vote to save the lives of mothers, to save families.

Thank you so much for letting me share this with you.

[pedrito-friskito]

I’m still here - part vi - eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: how can the worst happen twice?

warnings: fluff, canon-typical violence, my half-assed version of vampirism, steve has some feelings, descriptions of injuries/surgery, blood-drinking and biting (more major than the last one ok you’ve been warned)

a/n: ok I said this was gonna be the last part but it’s NOT part vii will 100% be the finale but here we go for now!!!!

reblogs/comments always appreciated 💕

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“Eddie, you can’t,” Harrington is saying. There are hands curled around his upper arms, digging into the sleeves of his leather jacket. Robin is sobbing on the couch, a shaken-looking Henderson doing his best to soothe her, but he keeps glancing over to Eddie like the world is ending.

Funny, cuz it is.

“You think I’m just gonna sit here?” Eddie spits, knocking Steve’s hands away. The movement is too harsh, clearly, because Steve nearly stumbles back a step, eyes wide. “I can’t just fucking sit here, Harrington! She could by dying!”

“T-they were taking her to the hospital,” Robin says, wiping at her eyes as Steve sinks onto the couch on her other side. “I-it was bad, guys. I’ve never…I’ve never seen that much blood before. Not even when you,” she gestures to Steve, pointing to his face, “y’know.”

“Not helping, Robin,” Steve grits out, looking at Eddie, his brow low. “Doesn’t change the fact that if you show your face anywhere in this town, like Dustin said, the witch hunt is back on. Who the fuck knows what they’ll do you, man? It’s not gonna help her for you to end up in jail or dead or worse.”

“What’s worse than dead?” Dustin asks, but Steve just waves him off.

Eddie, in the midst of all of this, is slowly but surely losing his shit.

He should have gone with you.

He should never have left your side, from the moment he got you back.

His hands are shaking, body reaching for deep breaths that it doesn’t require, but something instinctual hopes it’ll calm his racing mind. He meant what he said to Harrington, he can’t just fucking sit here. Pacing the floor, he glances around. Can he punch the wall? Is that allowed? Shoving his hands through his hair, he sinks down to the ground, legs sprawled in front of him. His eyes are wet. He feels helpless.

Dustin perks up when he calls the kid’s name. “We need a plan. You’re good at those.”

With a metallic grin, the kid replies, “Glad you think so.” He wipes at his eyes, pats Robin’s shoulder awkwardly before he turns to Eddie. “I have an idea, but you’re not gonna like it.”

+

The deer came out of nowhere. You swerved, tried to miss the startled creature staring you dead in the eye, but it was too late. The impact made the steering wheel slide through your grip like it was slicked with oil, spinning against your palm. There was a loud thud as the front end collided with the deer, and you were thrown sideways, seatbelt cutting into your chest and your face exploding in pain as the glass of the windshield shattered inward. You threw your hands up to try and block the shards, stomach twisting as the car started to spin towards the edge of the road, towards the hill that dropped off sharply, the gravel shoulder giving way to grass and trees that tilted down, down, down.

You squeezed your eyes shut, searching for that weird connection that Eddie had opened between you two, trying desperately to open it yourself.

Hey, Eds? you called. I love you.

And then the world went black.

+

It’s not a great plan.

They stuff him in the back of Steve’s car, and the drive from the Harrington house to the hospital is bumpy as all hell. Eddie whacks his head off the roof of the trunk more than once, giving a shouted hey! and getting a called sorry! from his friends in the car. The brakes squeal as Steve pulls into the parking lot, and Dustin cracks the trunk open an inch.

“Wait here,” he tells Eddie. “We’ll find out where she is and I’ll give you the play-by-play.”

He doesn’t like it. He should be going with them. He needs to be with you. But he knows that Steve is right, that Dustin was right when he said it first: he can’t be seen. It doesn’t help either of you.

Cramped in the trunk, he waits five minutes before he prods at Dustin. What’s going on?

They won’t let us see her, the kid replies, and Eddie resists the urge to punch the roof of the trunk. He doubts Harrington will enjoy a reverse dent in his car. They’re saying family only. Steve tried convincing the nurse he’s her brother but they aren’t buying it.

We are her family, Eddie throws back. Will they at least tell you how she is?

It’s a few minutes before he gets a reply.

It’s…it’s not good, Eddie. She’s in surgery. There was a shard of glass in her heart.

Eddie swallows hard. No. This can’t be happening. He refuses to let this happen. Not to you, not to his girl. Not to the one thing he has left. I need to get in there, Henderson.

Didn’t know you were a surgeon too.

Silence.

Not funny. Got it.

There’s a few more minutes of silence, and Eddie again contemplates punching the trunk. He taps his fingers against the felt covering the metal. He never should have fucking let you go. His nails tear the felt accidentally, and then Dustin’s voice calls in his head. We’re coming back out.

Another few minutes, and then the trunk is cracked an inch again.

“They said it’ll be a few more hours before they know anything for sure,” Robin says, “and it’s touch and go.”

“We can go back in once they’re done with her surgery,” Steve adds. “Then we can get a room number or something, try to figure out a way inside.”

“Open the trunk, Harrington,” Eddie growls, curling his fingers around the metal edge.

“What?”

“Open the fucking trunk,” he repeats, and it’s Dustin that grabs the hinge and lifts.

Eddie’s out in a second, stalking away from the three of them and heading for the trees lining the parking lot. He can feel eyes on his back, watching him walk away, but he doesn’t dare look over his shoulder.

“Where are you going, Munson?” Steve calls, sounding exasperated as all hell.

“Hunting,” he calls back, and disappears into the forest.

+

You’re in the trailer.

It’s the strangest thing. Everything had gone dark, an endless black hole that you thought you’d be walking forever finally gave way to something brighter, a pinprick of light that expanded and widened and warmed your skin until…

…you were in the trailer.

How the fuck are you in the trailer?

You’re warm, sprawled on your back, in Eddie’s bed in his room. Sunlight pours through the blinds, creating strange striped patterns on his dark sheets. Idly, you can hear birds chirping and kids playing at the trailer park playground. It’s…nice. Comforting.

The blankets are pulled up to your chest, and there’s a fluffy head pressed into the crook of your neck, mouth against your collar, snoring lightly. You sigh, turning your body towards Eddie’s, shushing him when he starts to grumble.

“Don’t wanna get up, baby,” he groans, and you shush him again, running your fingers through his hair. You pull back just enough to kiss his forehead before he pushes his face back into your neck. “Five more minutes.”

“Five more minutes,” you repeat, but it’s the strangest feeling. You didn’t actually speak the words, they just happened.

And then it clicks.

This is a memory.

It all starts to fall into place. It’s the summer after you graduated, the summer you fell for Eddie Munson. It’s the week before you left — you know that cuz Eddie got his hair cut and had moaned to you constantly that it was “way too fucking short”; you tried to play it off like you couldn’t tell but his bangs were definitely too short. Your break is coming to an end, Illinois on your horizon and your sordid days and nights spent in Eddie’s bed soon to be fond memories. Until you come back for—

Zap.

You’re standing on the front steps of the trailer, bag over your shoulder. It’s fall, a more-than-slight chill in the air and the trailer park is littered with leaves, piles in front of every unit, and your tires had crunched a little harder on the gravel as you pulled up.

It’s later in the day, the Friday of Thanksgiving weekend of the same year — it’s later than you wanted to arrive, but you had a last minute assignment to finish up — so you know it’s safe to knock, Wayne’s missing car telling you he’s gone for his shift, and Eddie’s van is parked out front. You rap three times on the door, and get a shouted we don’t want any! in return.

“You sure?” you call back, that phantom voice sounding again. “You might like what I’m offering.”

The door is open in an instant, a bewildered Eddie standing on the other side. His big brown eyes are shiny, and his mouth splits into a handsome grin as soon as he sees you standing there. He’s got his arms around you in an instant, hauling you up and spinning around with you in his grip. You laugh and squeal and kick your feet, stomach bubbling with excitement and happiness when you tilt your face to his and he kisses you reverently, dripping with emotion. He squeezes you tight, setting you back on your feet and pulling you into the trailer with him, kicking the door shut.

As soon as your bag hits the ground he’s on you again, grabbing your face in his hands and kissing you harder, using the grip on your face to pull you towards him. You go willingly, your body arching into the curve of his, your hands reaching for his waist, crawling up the hem of his Metallica t-shirt, aching to feel his skin on yours.

His mouth moves quickly down your jaw and neck, one hand releasing your face to pull at the collar of your shirt so he can scrape his teeth over your collarbone, drag his mouth towards the swell of your breast. “What did you parents say,” he asks, the question a rasp, “when you told them you were bailing?”

“They think I have the stomach flu,” you reply, biting back a moan when his other hand snakes between you, flicking the button on your jeans and diving into your underwear. He kisses your mouth again, starting to walk you backward towards his room, both of you tripping over random boxes and stepping out of your own shoes as you go.

“Awh, my poor baby,” he coos into your skin, grinning against you when goosebumps start to rise across your chest. “Y’know, I have the perfect cure.”

“Oh thank god,” you reply, feigning shock.

Eddie nods. “Bed rest, a boatload of attention from your very horny boyfriend, and,” he crooks his fingers inside you at that exact moment, making you gasp, “never-ending orgasms.”

“Sounds like a c-challenge,” you stutter, gripping his shoulders as he starts to move his fingers inside you. “Are you sure you’re up for it?”

“Anything for you, baby,” he grins, “gotta keep my girl happy and health—

Zap.

It all changes. Everything is flipped on it’s head. You’re standing at the end of your driveway, the sidewalk in front of your parents house. The house you grew up in. The house they sold when you refused to leave Hawkins behind. Your car is sitting in the driveway, and there’s another car sitting at the curb.

The car at the curb shuts off, and the driver’s door opens.

Steve.

You watch as he makes his way towards the front door, as the door opens and you come stepping through. It’s weird, watching yourself like this, detached from your body, not experiencing the memory but watching it unfold.

Something’s not right.

“Hey,” you hear Steve say. Steve, who you never thought you’d see standing on your front porch, let alone become one of your closest friends in a short amount of time. He’s got his hands shoved in the back pockets of his jeans. “I don’t know if you remember me from school, but I…” His head turns to the side before turning back to face you. “You’re Eddie Munson’s girlfriend.”

The look on your face is almost comical. You look just as bewildered as you remember, every emotion spelled out on your expression. You just nod, you brow pinching.

“Uh.” Steve rubs at the back of his neck, stares down at his feet. “Shit, I don’t know why Henderson thought I could do this better than him.”

In retrospect, you’re glad it was Steve. Dustin blubbered enough when Steve brought you to the Wheeler’s that same day, and if he had been the one to tell you initially, well, that might have broke your heart even more.

“Dustin sent you?”

“Yeah, I…Dustin, he’s pretty shaken up, and he asked me to come.”

You watch as Steve reaches out awkwardly, touches your shoulder. “It’s about Eddie.”

You knew, the moment he said that. You knew Eddie was gone, that your worst fears were real, that it was all crumbling down. You just watch the rest of it unfold, watch yourself try and push past Steve, hear him call your name, voice cracking and making you stop dead in your tracks.

“You won’t find him.”

Wanna bet?

You watch yourself start to crumble as he says the words, watch as he catches you before you fall completely into the grass. It makes your chest ache something fierce, and you rub at your sternum. But…it’s wet.

Warm and wet.

Frowning, you look down, and there’s blood on your hand. You’re wearing a hospital gown, barefoot on the sidewalk, and there’s blood soaking through the material. It hurts. Fuck, oh fuck, it hurts it hurts it hurts.

The edges are getting blurry, the memory in front of you descending into darkness.

Where are you? What’s happening?

Is this what Dustin and Mike and all of them told you about? Is this the Upside Down?

Are you dying?

What about Eddie?

No, no, no, you can’t go without Eddie. You just got him back. It’s not supposed to be like this. It can’t! No, not yet! You’re not ready!

Sweetheart, a familiar voice calls, and you stumble backwards. You’re falling, falling, falling. Where are you going?

Sweetheart, the voice says again. Eddie? Where are you? Something’s crawling up the back of your throat. It’s hard to breathe. It’s not supposed to end like this!

Sweetheart. Open your eyes.

+

A few hours later, after massacring a good number of woodland creatures, Eddie stalks his way back to the hospital parking lot. Robin and Steve are still leaning on the trunk of the car, Dustin no where in sight. As soon as Robin notices Eddie walking their way, she smacks Steve’s chest, and Harrington locks eyes with Eddie.

“You look…” Robin tilts her head to the side as Eddie approaches, coming to a stop a few feet in front of them. “…fed.”

Eddie lifts a shoulder. He’s still raging on the inside, twitching to go screaming into the hospital and find you. They’ve been fucking around too long; this isn’t okay. “Well?”

“Dustin’s inside waiting,” Steve supplies. The guy looks tired, and then it hits Eddie: he’s worried. He’s been wrapped up in his own head since Robin fell through the front door, but Steve cares too, he realizes. He’s been looking out for you ever since Eddie…well, since everything that happened happened, and while Robin wears her heart on her sleeve, every emotion she feels plain as day on her face, Steve’s more subtle about it. But he cares about you, and it makes Eddie’s chest hurt.

“I should go check on him,” Robin says, and pushes off the car, jogging towards the hospital entrance.

There’s an awkward silence between him and Steve for a moment, but Eddie’s the first to break it. “Listen, man,” he starts, moving to stand beside Steve, leaning against the car. “I never thanked you.”

Steve’s staring at his shoes, but Eddie can see his brow furrow. “Thanked me?” he repeats. “For what? Leaving you in literal hell?”

“Nah,” Eddie shakes his head, tilts his head back to look up at the stars. He can see them perfectly, each pinprick of light amplified more than he’s ever seen before. “For taking care of my girl.”

Steve perks up a bit, staring towards the hospital, and juts his chin towards it. “Yeah, didn’t really do the best job in the end though, did I?”

Eddie shakes his head. “You couldn’t have stopped this, man,” he tells Steve, and bumps him with his shoulder. “Even I couldn’t have, and I’m…” He trails off, shrugs.

“Undead?”

Eddie grins, giving Steve an eyeful of fang, and his friend jumps. “Something like that.”

“Still,” Steve says, and Eddie doesn’t miss the crack in his voice. “There’s always something, isn’t there? Seems like no matter what I do, I can’t get ahead of it. I can’t keep them safe.”

“Maybe, but you do a hell of a job, man. And for the record, I would have left me in hell too.”

“I could have checked for a pulse, or something, but I didn’t.” Eddie can hear Steve’s heart getting faster, a flush rising in his face. “We just hauled ass.”

“I was gone, Harrington,” Eddie says seriously, turning to face him. “Gone. Like, everything went black, I didn’t know up from down, and then everything just hurt. I dunno, I would have told you to—”

He’s cut off by Robin sprinting back out of the hospital, Dustin at her heels.

“Third floor,” she breathes as soon as she’s within earshot, keeping her voice low. “Room 313.”

Eddie just looks at Steve, and Steve just nods, the ghost of a smile on his face. “Go.”

Eddie’s off like a shot, veering to the opposite side of the hospital. There’s gotta be a ladder or something, some kind of roof access. The hospital is three floors, and while he doesn’t know where the hell room 313 is, he’s getting there one way or another.

Sure enough, there’s a winding set of stairs crawling up the back of the hospital, and he races up them, feet barely making a sound against the metal. The door handle is no match for his strength, and it crumples in his grip, letting him in easily.

He keeps his head down as he finds his way to the main halls, keeping to the shadows and ducking into open doorways when he senses someone coming towards him. After passing a few doors, he yanks his hood out of his jacket, stuffing his hair down the collar and pulling the fabric over his face as much as possible.

Finally, he finds the right hallway. 308…310…312…He swings to the right.

313. Bingo.

The door swings open with his light push, the latch not fully closed, but he’s sure to close it behind him, sliding the lock home and nudging a chair beneath the handle for good measure. There’s a robotic beeping echoing through the room, air whooshing through machines, and a harsh fluorescent light that makes his eyes hurt.

But then there’s you.

He nearly falls over when he sees you, laid out in the bed. Your face is a mess of cuts and gashes, some held together with medical tape, a few larger ones stitched and covered in gauze. There’s a tube down your throat, machines at your bedside pumping the air into your lungs. The beeping is the heart monitor, he realizes, the rhythm too slow.

He sinks to his knees beside the bed, carefully taking your hand between his own. “Oh, baby,” he says softly, lifting your wrist gently, kissing your scraped knuckles. There are tears rising in the back of his throat. “Fuck, look at you. My poor girl.”

Your hand twitches in his grip, and Eddie jumps.

“Baby?”

Your eyes are moving beneath your closed lids, brow creasing and softening and creasing again. Slowly, he moves up, sits at the edge of the bed, leans over you, careful as possible not to jostle you. He can see the bandages on your chest, hiding the marks from the surgery. You’re gonna be okay. You have to be okay.

A single tear slides down your cheek and Eddie’s whole body stutters. He leans forward, touches his forehead softly to yours. Sweetheart, he calls, but it’s met with harsh noise, muffled yells and screams that sound so real his heart pangs in his chest.

Sweetheart, he tries again, louder this time.

Eddie? he hears, your voice so broken his chest is aching now. Eddie, where are you?

Sweetheart, he calls once more, lifting his jaw and kissing your forehead before pulling back. Open your eyes.

And you do.

He lets out a watery chuckle, leaning in to kiss your forehead and cheek, kissing away the wet track the tear left on your face. “Oh god, baby,” he murmurs, brushing the hair from your face. “I’m right here, sweetheart.” You squeeze his hand and his heart nearly snaps in two. “I’m not going anywhere.” God, I love you so much.

The heart monitor starts to race, and your eyes flutter for a moment before you force them open again. Eddie can see the strain in your face, the effort it’s clearly taking for you to stay conscious. The beeping keeps getting faster, and he can hear your heartbeat beneath all the noise. Something’s not right.

I don’t wanna go, Eds, he hears, and you squeeze his hand surprisingly tight. I’m scared.

I know, baby, he tells you, I know. I’m scared too. Your eyelids lower again, eyes rolling as they do, and Eddie drops a kiss to your forehead again. It’s gonna be okay, you understand? I’m not gonna let anything happen to you. You aren’t going anywhere. You’re staying with me, okay? You’re staying right here with me.

Your eyes don’t open again, and the monitor is beeping erratically.

It’s now or never. 

He realizes this plan is not fool-proof. He doesn’t have a backup, and he honestly has no idea if this will work or not. He’s relying on movie trivia, Dungeons and Dragons rules, and a whole lot of hoping and praying. (Is he even allowed to pray anymore?) But, to be fair, it’s not like he had the time or resources to try it out. So, it’s all or nothing.

Eddie shuts off the monitor. It makes his skin crawl to pull the needles and wires from your skin, and there’s a pit in his stomach as he pulls the tube from your throat. You’re limp in his arms as he does it, your body a dead weight in his grasp, and he lets the tears fall freely now.

This is his last chance. Your last chance.

Our last chance.

He pushes your hair away from your neck, exposing your slowing pulse. There’s no rise and fall to your chest, signs of life slipping away.

Now or never.

His whole body shakes as he sinks his fangs into your neck. His tongue explodes with the taste of you, hot and red and dripping down his throat. He’s never tasted anything so good; the bunnies and squirrels are nothing compared to this. It’s intoxicating and addictive and he’s hooked on the spot, gathering you as close to him as possible.

That first night, when he’d bit you by accident, he’d forced the taste of you from his mind, pushed it away until it was nothing but a blip of a memory, and now he remembers why.

He’s addicted.

He has to stop. He knows he has to. This won’t work if he doesn’t, but god, you taste so good and it feels so good to drink you down like this and he just needs—

Hey, Eds? I love you.

Eddie nearly drops you, yanking his mouth from your throat. You’re completely limp now, completely unmoving, and he’s still crying. All he can taste is blood and salt and that sweet taste of you on his mouth. It takes everything in him to tear into his own wrist, watching as his strange dark blood trickles down his arm. He angles your head as best he can, smears it across your lips, lets it drip onto your tongue. Once he’s sure some of it has gone down your throat, he wipes his eyes, licks your blood from his lips, and shrugs out of his jacket.

He wraps you in it carefully, collecting you into his arms once he’s done. You feel cold, your pulse fluttering, and your heartbeat is so slow it’s almost gone.

Did he save you? Did he do it right? He doesn’t know. All he can do is wait.

But now he has to get you out.

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[honoringthehorrific]

I watched Orphan: First Kill and heres what i thought…

Spoilers under the cut 💕

God can I just say i loved this movie? What a fucking prequel! I went to a theater in a whole other city to see it and let me say it did not disappoint. The movie sets itself in 2007 and while there are some drawbacks i have with this later on, for now i think the timeline tracks. Sarne institute gets a deeper look as they introduce a woman coming for art therapy. I personally think Sarne got a killer update in terms of looks (obviously in the first we only see them briefly) we see how the facility handles Leena (soon to be Esther) and her attempts to escape or be violent. We see that Leena hates being regarded as a child, in-fact so much so that she would kill over it. To be honest I love Leena’s blood lust and will to survive. One of my favorite kills of the movie was her bashing the perverted guard’s head into a splatter on the wall.

In terms of effects i think first kill out did itself. While it is obvious the actress aged its really easy (for me at least) to over look especially with the mastery of camera angles and special shoes aiding in keeping the illusion. I also have seen people explain it away as Leena is not as good at makeup in this earlier timeline as she was when she met the Colemans. Visually the kills are great and the effects on honestly everything look peachy! I can say with my whole chest that i don’t think there was a kill the whole movie i looked at and said “that looks lame” even if theres potentially CG (I’m not certain) its not outright noticeable at first watch for someone like me who is an avid disliker of CG fx in horror (practical all the way baby!)

I have rooted for Esther this entire time, from the first movie to the first kill. Something in me wants this woman to win. We see it more sort of in this one. It does numbers for her. We see that she really is just a grown woman almost trapped in this body and act. She wants a normal life, she wants romance, and possibly even a family of her own but it is thrown in her face repeatedly that this will never happen. Especially by the (in my opinion) true antagonists of the movie. While it is disturbing and unnerving to see what is visually a little girl chasing after older men again and again its also sort of tragic. Even with all shes done to preserve herself and her existence Leena will never be her own adult…

Which brings me to the antagonists of this movie. If Leena isn’t the bad guy then who the hell is?! The Albright family…well not the entire family. This psycho mother and her Norman Bates vibes of a son are the plot twist of the movie. See this mother knew Leena was a fraud the entire time, but how could she know that? Mother’s intuition? Does Leena look too different? No my friends its because her son killed the real Esther, and instead of turning him into the police, she helped him hide the body because she would rather lose one baby to murder than two to murder and prison. Meanwhile the only person in this family i feel bad for is the dad. He loved his daughter so much and you can tell. Getting to do art with Leena is big for him, and his bond with our Esther is what saves her skin when it comes to getting outed.

Throughout the movie we see Leena fall in love with the paternal figure and while we know its doomed from the start (not just because he sees her as his missing daughter but we know theres a whole other movie following this) Its sad to see how the mother teases Leena and holds it over her head that its her husband and that Leena will never have a husband. Its also sad that when the abuse from the mother and the son begin, the father is the only one she can run to and he goes out of town part way through the abuse.

The abuse makes the kills all the more satisfying, and I cant lie I got a little rowdy in my chair when it came to cheering Esther on. I have a few qualms with the movie, like why the mother had an iphone (im aware they released 2007 and this is a wealthy family but it felt a bit jarring for something set to 2007) i am mildly upset with how certain parts were touched once and never again. For instance Leena finds Esther’s diary and instead of using it to her advantage uses it to call the mother mommy instead.

However I loved the call backs we did get. We get Esther storing photos in her decaying bible from sarne, we get her false teeth being more of a prominent thing (it being what blows her cover to Allen at the end. They also get knocked out a few times. We hear her listening to a song that she sings in the next movie to John Coleman during the seduction scene, and we find out where Esther learned to paint with black light.

Over All

I adored this movie. It made me want more, I love Leena and I love rooting for her. Im still a firm believer that horror movies can bring characters back from the dead any time they’d like, and i think it would be fun and interesting to see Esther’s story continue or see more of her origins and what landed her in sarne.

Either way this is a killer good watch and while not all too scary in my opinion. The kills and the character development is worth it alone

[nappingwithyuuji]

i ain’t got no time if you ain’t beside me

CORPSE HUSBAND X FEM!READER

Chapter eight!!

Previous - Next

Summary: You are a faceless youtuber who does Sims4 and ranty vlogs, but somehow you end up playing a game with your friend Rae and then things get 💕💕💕.

Warnings: swearing, sexual themes (mentioned) and alcohol tw.

You snort out a laugh when you see Corpse’s last tweet, remembering how last night you two had watched Scott Pilgrim while also facetiming. You two had been texting and calling each other for the past ten days, nonstop. 

You were really behind your schoolwork but you couldn't find the energy to care about it seeing as you were enjoying your time with him so much. Even though you could sense how shy he could be sometimes, your stomach filled with butterflies whenever you saw him go out of his way to keep the conversations going.

Rae, Sykkuno and Ludwig were also always flooding your private messages on twitter and for the first time in a while, the loneliness was getting smaller and smaller. You were getting way too attached and comfortable around everyone, and actually, being part of such a friendly community had proven to be the best thing to ever happen to you. 

Today you woke up, still on call with Corpse, and felt like pure sunshine was coursing through your veins. And the enormous positive reaction to your newest video was only making your good mood grow by the minute. 

It 's true. Ever since you had (accidentally) seen Corpse’s face, it was like a veil of nerves had lifted from your conversations, and oh boy was he a flirt. Even though you were pretty sure he was like this with other people (like what you had seen on Tina’s streams) it was definitely affecting you. 

You also weren’t shy when it came to these things so your flirting had also been reaching unbearable levels at the moment, making you feel so riled up whenever you two talked. And so you thought that this outfit could maybe be a good conversation starter… 

Little did you know what it would actually bring you.

You know you tried your hardest to pull off this look but you still didn't look just how you wanted it to. Your lack of dark and edgy clothes or jewelry was noticeable but it was still a fun style and the makeup part had turned out very pretty. You feel like another person, though. Not like you were wearing a costume, but as if this outfit accentuated a side of you that you didn’t really display often. It makes you feel hot and powerful, ready to crush men with your boots like all those TikTok girls talk about doing.

But all that might be because of the two gin and tonics you had before posting this. 

At 8pm sharp, you start your stream and are greeted with the chat going crazy about your outfit. You grin as they start spamming the chat with “e girls are ruining my life” or some mentions of Corpse. “Thank you for the love, guys!” You thank them, "It’s my best attempt at catching Mr Husband’s attention with a ‘fit but i don’t have any more chains and whistles to be honest.”

CORPSE: check your dms. rn.

You catch his user in your chat, meaning that he is watching your stream, so while you join the discord chat with the others, you do as he asked and check your twitter.

A/N: heeey... just wanted to say that im so fffing thankful about the love i’ve been receiving on this fic and alsoo all the love y’all gave @cathedreal ‘s fic! I told ya you wouldn’t be disappointed she’s a great writer! So yeah, thanks for sticking with this fic and i promise you that we still have a long way to go!

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[spookybreadstick]

hello, i was wondering if i could get some hcs for the creepy pastas Jeff, Toby, BEN and Slenderman with an s/o who is like a vampire and has abilities like yk, deadpool?? ty ty <3

💕 Vampire S/O HCs 💕

🔪 Jeff 🔪

🔪 So Jeff's like, the COOLEST guy ever, right? So, he's obviously got to have the coolest s/o, right?

🔪 And what's more cool than vampires? Especially when you're a serial killer with a particular fascination with all things bloody and dark

🔪 So, from the start, Jeff HAD to have you

🔪 Once you two start actually dating, Jeff is so smug about it omg

🔪 Like, he's cocky and show-offy about any partner that he has, but a vampire s/o is incredibly cooler than a normal s/o, you know what I mean? So Jeff has to take his bragging up several notches, of course

🔪 Jeff is so impressed by your Deadpool-esque abilities that come with being a vampire

🔪 I mean, Jeff has some pretty damn noticeable facial scarring (which he is both proud of and repulsed by). But you, no, you don't have any scars or anything. Everything just heals right up. And if you lose a LIMB? Nah, no biggie, you can grow it back. Your regenerative abilities are incredibly impressive to him (but you won't hear him say it, he's got too much pride for that)

🔪 Also, Jeff acts like a big shot know-it-all when it comes to everything, so he's going to pretend like he already knows everything about vampires. He's actually clueless about real vampires, and very interested in everything vampire-related, so please talk to him about vampire stuff. You'll have his full attention and he won't even make a snarky comment (for once).

🪓 Toby 🪓

🪓 Toby is hesitant to get into a relationship with a vampire

🪓 Honestly? He's hesitant to even be friends with a vampire

🪓 But he's a nice guy, so he always was nice to you

🪓 I don't know if anyone has seen that post, but there's a post about this one girl who had a doll that she was pretty sure was haunted and she didn't want it to murder her, so she was always super nice to the doll even though she was scared of it. And then one day she had a really bad migraine but as soon as she touched the haunted doll, the pain went away. And the OP says something along the lines of: "It was as if she was saying, "thank you for taking care of me and dressing me in nice dresses even though you were crying in fear the whole time." I think this is similar to Toby's initial friendship with a vampire LMAO

🪓 He doesn't want you to kill him so he's super nice to you but he's obviously very afraid

🪓 But then he has a realization:

🪓 When he was in school, people were afraid of him sometimes because of his ticcing and twitching, and the fact that he couldn't feel pain. But none of those things were his fault, so it was unfair of those people to judge him, and it made him feel really bad about himself.

🪓 He realizes that, unintentionally, he might be making you feel that way.

🪓 You're a vampire, yes, but you can't help it. You are who you are, and you've given him no reason to fear you other than the simple fact that you're a vampire and that isn't a real reason when you think about it because your vampire nature isn't your fault.

🪓 So that's when he makes it his mission to be genuinely nice to you, to push through any lingering fears that he has, and to see if a real friendship can be formed between the two of you

🪓 Spoiler alert: You guys become great friends, and eventually romantic feelings begin to blossom between the two of you

🪓 You'll have to make a move on him first though, because although he isn't afraid of you anymore, he's still a bit intimidated by the thought of asking a vampire to go out with him. But he'll happily say yes if you ask him!

🪓 Also, as a side note, with your Deadpool-esque powers, Toby will feel less alone about his own ability to feel pain. (From what I've seen and heard of Deadpool, he does feel pain but he has a superhuman tolerance for it and sometimes is insensitive to it, depending on the cause of the pain, so I imagine the s/o is the same way). He'll be very happy to have somebody around that he feels more connected to in that way, because he sometimes gets down on himself for not feeling pain because it makes him different.

🎮 BEN 🎮

🎮 BEN's honestly surprised to find out about the existence of vampires, but he really shouldn't be. I mean, he's a ghost so...???

🎮 Once he gets over that brief initial phase of omgvampiresarerealandone'srightinfrontofmeomg, he'll take some time to actually get to know you as a person but... oh no.

🎮 He thinks you're hot.

🎮 Like, really hot

🎮 You're hot without the vamp abilities, obviously, but something about you being a vampire just makes you even hotter in his eyes

🎮 He's a little intimidated by you though because you're so cool and so hot and a real vampire and everything

🎮 BEN will try to impress you with his own supernatural abilities, but he'll probably make a bit of a fool out of himself, tbh

🎮 He's not only trying to impress you though, he's also trying to get you to show off your own vampire abilities in response to his ghostly abilities. Please indulge his curiosity. Feel free to show off a bit, he'll like that a lot actually

🎮 He's also a tad jealous of your Deadpool-esque abilities. He doesn't have that same luxury, and he's a little grumpy about it. Like, he's a ghost so he feels entitled to have those kinds of powers, but nope! He can still feel pain just like he did when he was alive :/

🎮 It depends on your personality, but BEN might be the one to make the first move. If you've got a sweet, soft personality then he'll be brave enough to ask the super-hot vampire out, but if you've got a rougher or more outgoing personality then you'll have to ask him out. His feelings for you will be very obvious though, and as soon as you tell him that you're romantically interested in him, he's already planning the first date lol

🌲 Slenderman 🌲

🌲 You're an angel in his (non-existent) eyes :)

🌲He doesn't see you as scary at all!

🌲 He thinks that he's far scarier than you are, at any rate, and he's surprised when the other pastas are uneasy around you at first

🌲 He doesn't get it. You're just a vampire, it's not a big deal? Plus, you're nice and funny and good with Sally and attractive and...

🌲 At first, he doesn't believe that he's actually actively attracted to you

🌲 I mean, he thinks that he's sort of destined to be alone forever in the romantic sense, and he's not happy about it but he's accepted it by this point

🌲 But then you came along and changed everything

🌲 Honestly Slender wouldn't treat you any differently than he would for any other s/o

🌲Slender sometimes forgets that you're a vampire even. It's just not a big deal to him.

🌲 Of course, he's always respectful of anything you require as a vampire, anything that could be sensitive to you or your vampire culture, and all that. And he'll celebrate your vampire background (?)  if that's something you like to do. But other than that, he's not one to make a fuss about it. You are who you are, and he is who he is. As long as you have each other, nothing else matters :)

[liannelara-dracula]

T brothers fall in love with their teacher, can you write long hc? {°•°} i love you admin. 💕

Hi Love,

Aww thanks! Sorry that this is so long overdue. I took a long time to come up with ideas because it was honestly hard to come up with this concept the most. Hope you like it.

-Liannelara

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Prompt

Requests are open

Rules

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General:

I have a hard time picturing this for both of them but I’m gonna go for it anyway.

I’m not sure if they’d fall in love with her in a sweet way but they are hooked on her.

And they end up being a couple?

Probably something like that.

In Shin’s case and in Carla’s, the school they attended where Yui went as well, they were posing to be British exchange students.

So this means that they might be faking a British accent.

Which might be interesting.

I have a feeling that the teacher is smart so she is going to know at some point if the accent is fake and who they are.

Like idk that could be an idea but let’s talk about why they like this teacher so much.

These hcs are gonna be focused on like sexual attraction, mostly cause I can’t see there being a real relationship here. I’m not that great at this stuff.

But anyways let’s get to it.

Shin

Oh boy, he’s going to love it if you lean over your desk or bend down in your pencil skirt.

He is way too hooked on you from the moment you did that.

Shin loves seeing you in heels and how you can barely walk in them at the end of the day.

He’s very into the way you move.

Loves whenever you change your hairstyle and keep your hair up and expose your neck.

He will pretend like he doesn’t understand the material because he wants to get to know his teacher on a more personal level.

So after all the students are gone he’s going to flirt with you, especially since you two are close in age.

But I mean I don’t think he minds dating older women.

Anyways, I could see him even play with your hair when trying to entrance you.

If you chew on your pencil in front of him this could send him overboard.

You were probably some poetry teacher and he likes to listen to you read actually.

If he sets across from your work desk he likes to sneak his leg up yours a play with you.

If you look over at him he will smirk.

Has probably hung up on you and when all has been made clear he won’t stop bothering you till you go out with him.

Like I mean it he will even send you gifts with letters and stuff.

When you finally accept he is nothing but fucking proud.

He takes you on a lot of dates and is a pretty romantic and classy guy, surprisingly.

And he can’t wait to take you behind the desk and be the instructor instead.

Which its for certain that you two have done that in your office after school hours or even during, after all, it’s Shin, would he really wait?

Speaking of which he’s probably ripped your stockings off so that was annoying.

And you can barely stand in your own two heels after such action.

He probably smacks your ass or at least brushes his hand by you in class to hope students will see.

Likes leaving hickeys and finds it funny if you try to cover it up.

Carla:

He liked the elegance you had, it was your presence he came to love.

You were well-rounded in art history and talented in art.

He was very interested, to say the least.

He liked whenever you adjusted your hair and put it in a bun.

Loves the classy clothes and jewelry you wear.

Especially the heels.

He’s fond of the way you walk tbh, while your teaching he likes to see you walk around the class and explain.

When you give him eye contact during lectures or if you’re privately talking to him about something.

You two probably have a love for literature as well.

So I could see you two expressing love for art and things like that.

It would cause a connection between you two.

He likes if you hover over him and have your cleavage peak out.

Especially since you don’t plan on it.

You two probably became a couple through just sudden events it wasn’t that either of you planned it, it just kinda happened.

Every time you dismiss class he stays around and will give you a massage or a kiss on the shoulder.

He does like to keep his relationship with you secret tho.

But he’s not opposed to having fun behind closed doors.

Really likes it if you surprise him with a lingerie bodysuit under your dress.

He does subtle sexual things while in class to keep you interested and to see what you can and can’t handle.

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[cobra-shy]

Karate Kid/Cobra Kai survey

tagged by the very sweet @hunkydorkling for the cobra kai survey!!! I have no idea what I'm going to say but let's do this!! >:-)

It's the year 2021 and you're obsessed with The Karate Kid. How are you feeling?:  great!!! I never would've imagined meeting so many kind and talented people through this karate show and my humble doodles inspired by it haha, and I know I sort of came to it late but its been crazy to watch how much the fandom has grown in just the last 6 months?? Absolutely bananas, I cant wait until the next season 🍌🥋

Did you grow up with TKK or are you new to the series?: kind of new!! Like obviously my friends and family had seen it, (I think I remember my cousin telling me she really liked it when we were kids, which made me spitefully REFUSE to watch it on tape while I was at her house because we were beefing over little kid shit at the time?? afsgdhfjf god bless) and like obviously it was available to me through popcultural osmosis and so on, but it was never really something I took an interest in or went out of my way to watch, so last year was the first time I sat down and actually watched all three movies from beginning to end, so I'm pretty fresh to it!! (and LOL sorry to my cousin!! you were right!)

We gotta do the basics. Favorite character:  UHHHHHH this is so hard oh my god, because I feel like I flip flop on this pretty much daily but uhh?? Daniel? And maybe more specifically adult Daniel, because there's something incredibly moving watching the karate kid grow into a complicated adult whose sort of living like he's trapped in the second verse of a Bruce Springsteen song T___T (and OBVIOUSLY adult Johnny too omg, I mean he's the soul of the show and the reason I ended up falling in love with it, and I literally cry about him all the time, so T____T I don't know this is a tough call! also Miguel!!)

Favorite ship:  🚗Tom Cole 💕 Pawn-Shop Guy💰 (...I'm joshing you of COURSE it's Lawrusso omg 🌳💖🐍)

Underrated character:  I mean obviously Aisha, there was so much they could've explored with her character in the canon, and she had such a specific and unique relationship to the themes of the show that would've been awesome to have seen developed further, and the sort of flippant "didn't you hear? Her parents sent her to private school" was just :-((( but I guess Counselor Blatt too!! Like I have loved what I've seen of her character explored in fanfic, but I'd also kill to see more of her on screen, because like?? She went to high school with these guys omg, it'd be great to see all three of them interacting with each other in some capacity, and I want more unsubtle Daniel-thirsting ("I was kinda hoping you would show up in costume. Maybe a karate gi?" ;) for a whole show dedicated to karate, this poor lady has yet to realize her gi kink omg, someone fix this)

Underrated ship (don’t say therapy, lol): Louie/Anoush!!<33 (would love to see a Loush & Lawrusso double date honestly)

Wax On, Wax Off or Sweep the Leg?: Sweep the Leg!

Which of Daniel’s dumb little outfits is your favorite?:  oh gosh, a difficult choice to be made from this lesbian fashion icon, who's always batting 1.000, wardrobe-wise--- I think I'd have to go with the prom suit!! I'd like to think him and Mr Miyagi picked that out at JC Penney's together 😂

Character from the films you most want to return, who’s not Terry Silver: Mike Barnes!! Would love to see if he chilled out over the years 👀

Scene that lives in your head rent-free: ahhhhhhh it's so hard to choose, but I think the bonsai trimming scene from the first movie T___T<3333 it always chokes me up.

(also the Bill Conti solo training montage directly after Mr Miyagi shares his grief with Daniel, making him approach this pursuit with renewed gravity & grace & purpose in this silent, perfect way ;_; the editing was so beautiful)

(ALSO, a lá RiffTrax and GIF courtesy of @howard-ly

Will Anthony LaRusso ever be relevant?:  PLEASE GOD!!!!!!! IM BEGGING 🙏🙏🙏 fanfic has once again totally spoiled me in this regard (when I first started watching the show I read @storyshark2005 's incredible (No) Mercy for the Midlife Crisis before I had even began season 2, which incorporates Anthony's character in such a convincing and satisfyingly brilliant way that, after finishing it, I erroneously believed that he'd be given a similar depth and necessity in canon and like!!! NOT EVEN CLOSE OMG 😭) but if he ever does get his moment to shine, I hope it's via him joining the current Cobra Kai as like, a white elephant ringer wherein Kreese and Terry think theyve totally gotten one over Daniel by indoctrinating his son, but actually he's such an intentional nuisance and obstacle to their evil plans that Kreese and Terry are like "fuck it, this ain't worth it-- let's just retire to Tahiti", thereby saving the entire valley, and Daniel's like, SO proud :"-) but Anthony's just like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ yeah that was cool, can I order Mortal Kombat 11?

You live in The Valley and are forced into the karate gang war.  Which dojo do you join?:  As much as I'd like to ogle Johnny's sleeveless karate physique in action, I completely disintegrate any time someone yells at me (or even in the face of loud noises in general afsgdhdjfj) so I would definitely have to defer to Miyagi Do🌳 (and also I actually enjoy doing fastidious, mind-emptying chores and yard work 🤷‍♀️)

What’s your training montage song?:

It’s the crossover event of the century! Which TV show are you combining with Cobra Kai for an hour-long Saturday night special?: QUANTUM LEAP!!!! it would be so seamless omg, I can vividly picture the opening scene where Sam has already leaped and he's like why is it dark and why is there a gang of teenage skeletons chasing me across this field, and just after he's been peeled off the fence and Johnny sneers "you couldn't leave well enough alone, could you, little twerp?? No, you had to push it. Well, now you're gonna pay!" and then Sam just kind of reels back and says OH BOY in his little Scott Bakula voice, with Al all the while just puffing on his cigar in the background and saying ya gotta break the cycle of violence, Sam!! The soul of the Valley depends on it!!

(WAIT I just read that that said "Cobra Kai" and not the TKK universe in general agshdjjfjgkjgj soooooooo... the Newlywed Game, wherein Johnny and Daniel kind of slay it?? Or fucking, Judge Judy, who tries to settle all of the small-claim legal disputes in the Valley with all of the patience and elegance of Judge Judy-- somehow Terry Silver wins his case against Daniel and Johnny owes Raymond [he tries to be recognized as Stingray but is immediately shut down by Judge Judith Sheindlin who insists that this isn't Animal Planet, buster] up to $3,000)

And afshsjdhfjkfj I THINK most of the people I would've tagged have already done this at this point?? But if you havent and you'd like to then consider this your invitation!! Go forth!!<3333