#stuck in coffins

[ascendingconures]

spooky reminder that i made a VR map of the Magnus Institute you can go explore on vrchat. Its interactable. Its unhinged. its buggy. its full off references. dont take it too seriously.

[a-little-unsteddie]

stuck in your throat || 2.4

2.1 || 2.2 || 2.3 || [here]

the final part of chapter two! it’s a bit shorter than the previous two parts, but it’s just as important. steve and robin meet the band!

i’ll post this chapter on ao3 tomorrow!

A few short days later found Steve and Robin handing the apartment keys over to Dustin and Will, the former needling them for information about where they were going and who they were working for. Will watched with something that was akin to smug satisfaction, grinning as Dustin’s theories got wilder and wilder. The only thing that Steve and Robin told him was that they were traveling and that Steve was a nanny.

“I just don’t understand why Will gets to know and I can’t!” Dustin had huffed, scowling as Steve reiterated that Will happened to be working when he and his boss had the interview.

Now, they were parked beside a black bus that wasn’t massive, but was definitely bigger than Steve and Robin’s RV, which made sense, as it was just him and Robin in the RV and four people in the bus. Five, if Chrissy stayed in the bus, but Steve wasn’t sure if she did.

“Mr. Steve!” Elodie screamed, running over to the omega. Steve huffed a laugh and caught her with a soft grunt as she leapt into his arms.

“Miss Elodie!” Steve exclaimed, much quieter than the pup had been. “Have you been good for your daddy?” he asked with a fond smile as he spun her around. She immediately scented him, pressing their cheeks together gently. His heart skipped a beat at the action, her soft, sweet pup scent filled his nose as he held her close.

“Yes!” she started proudly, “I ate all my breakfast even though I really wanted to see you! Daddy wouldn’t let us leave until I ate all the eggs.”

“That’s so good,” Steve indulged, cheeks hurting from the strength of his smile.

“Elodie! What did we say about scenting people?” Eddie asked, exasperated as he approached.

“It’s really no problem, Eddie,” Steve assured, biting back a laugh as Elodie echoed him.

“Yeah, Mr. Steve says it’s really no problem, daddy,” she spoke in a tone that relayed how silly she thought her dad was being. Steve squeezed her gently, already so fond of this little pup.

“It’s not polite, Elodie,” the alpha groaned, but smiled at the both of them. “I’m so sorry, Steve, I tried to tell her. She was so excited once someone,” he shot a pointed look to Chrissy, who looked only slightly remorseful, “let slip that we’d be seeing you today.”

Steve jostled Elodie slightly in his arms, bouncing her a bit. “It’s okay! We’re gonna be seeing a lot of each other, aren’t we, Miss Elodie?” he asked, grinning as she giggled and nodded. He looked back to Eddie with a softer smile, “I really don’t mind.”

“He doesn’t,” Robin piped up, startling Steve slightly. He’d forgotten she was there.

“That may be true, but I still don’t want her running up and scenting everyone she’s excited to see,” Eddie explained, reaching for Elodie to be passed over to him. Steve obliged, humming as he did.

“That makes sense,” he nodded, cooing soothingly as Elodie whined but allowed Eddie to take her. Immediately, she startled wiggling and trying to get down, and Eddie rolled his eyes as he let her down. She took off like a rocket towards where the bus was parked, and as they watched her run, Jeff, Gareth and Lewis appeared around the front.

Meeting the rest of the band went smoothly, Steve was especially endeared by Gareth, but that might have been because he looked a bit like he could be related to Dustin. He was a beta who had a lot of rage for someone so short, but mostly it was manic energy. He spent most of the time they were meeting each other playing with Elodie, whose giggles filled the air and settled something deep inside of Steve.

Jeff and Lewis were alphas, and were excited to meet them as well, their combined scents was that of s’mores and a bonfire, entertwined so deeply that for a while, Steve thought it was one scent. He spotted their matching mating bites and it suddenly made sense that their scents combined.

Overall, it seemed as though it wasn’t just Elodie that was excited to have Steve—and Robin—joining the crew. Robin and Chrissy were off doing god knows what (Chrissy was probably teaching Robin the ropes and Robin was probably not retaining any of the information because there was a pretty omega in front of her. Which, like, fair.), and everyone else was kind of off doing their own thing until they left in an hour.

Steve was stuck deciding between joining Eddie and Elodie at the park, and being responsible and continuing to plan lessons for Elodie when their classes started. He figured he could sit next to Eddie and still do work, so he grabbed his notebooks and planners and joined Eddie at the picnic table he had claimed for the time being.

“Steve! Hi,” Eddie greeted with a warm smile. Steve was glad to return the warm greeting, smiling shyly at the alpha.

“Hey, Eddie,” he said quietly as he started spreading the notebooks out.

“This reminds me of the days I used to spend planning D&D campaigns,” the alpha said bemusedly.

Steve hummed curiously, glancing at Eddie. “The pups I used to babysit loved that game, but I never really got into it,” he admitted, feeling his cheeks heat up. He could only hope that it wasn’t obvious how impacted he was by the alpha.

Eddie looked him up and down, causing Steve’s entire body to flush.

“I could’ve guessed, you don’t exactly scream ‘dungeons and dragons nerd’,” he teased with a wolfish grin, causing Steve to bite back a smile.

“Yeah? What do I scream to you, then?” he asked, already feeling his cheeks heat up even further.

Eddie looked him up and down again, Steve could almost feel the look as if the alpha were touching him instead of simply gazing at him. He suppressed a full body shiver at the feeling, hoping his reaction wasn’t noticeable. The alpha hummed, a deep vibrato that sent goosebumps scattering across Steve’s body.

“Middle school librarian,” he spoke at last, letting his gaze linger a bit longer.

“A middle school librarian?” Steve echoed, raising his eyebrows. He understood why a librarian—he was wearing a brown oversized knitted sweater with high waisted acid wash skinny jeans, and he had his glasses on. He could admit he was definitely giving off librarian vibes, but a middle school librarian?

“Yes,” Eddie confirmed, not elaborating further.

Steve opened his mouth, about to demand an explanation, before a small voice intereupted him.

“Mr. Steve?” Elodie asked, running up to him with bright brown eyes. Immediately Steve’s mind shifted into ‘teacher’ mode—which was really more ‘babysitter’ or ‘mom’ mode, if he was honest.

“Yes, Miss Elodie?”

“Will you push me on the swings?” she asked sweetly, smiling brightly up at Steve. Honestly, who was Steve to deny such a sweet request?

“Of course. Lead the way,” he said, standing to follow her. He didn’t bother asking Eddie if it was alright, figuring that he’d be spending a lot of time with his pup, so he’d be spending a lot of time doing things like this. It didn’t stop him from being anxious about Eddie’s gaze tracking them as he pushed Elodie on the swings, and eventually into some game or another that she invented as she went.

Every once in a while, their gazes would meet, and Steve would blush as he looked away.

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[number1villainstan]

FUUUUUCK i just realized that that shot when Mikage's standing up against the wall so that his shoes are part of the lineup of all the dead boys' shoes it's to hint at the fact that Mikage's already dead

[wygolvillage]

i fundamentally disagree with the idea that dracula/mathias had No Control Over What He Was Doing and it was all due to the power of chaos because thats so much less interesting than dracula being Caught Up In The Cycle just as a result of his own actions, thoughts, and beliefs... i dont think chaos controls him at all simply because thats just not as interesting! i think dracula is a bad person who sucks!!!!!

after a while its not about lisa at all, its about that hes defined his life around getting revenge for lisa that he cant imagine an existence without that purpose. i do agree that 1999 was a merciful second chance though.... idk just thinking thoughts

[wetcatspellcaster]

WAIT HE WAS JACKIN IT IN CH 8???

anon this cannot become my legacy :')

[aerodaltonimperial]

[portuguesedisaster]

This is so awkward.

[my-little-girlboss]

Decay Route Andrew 🤝 Ending B Daan

Never feeling quite right among those smiling crowds; using a mask to hide the darkness...

[thiccurry]

[clonerightsagenda]

Wondering exactly what causes Type 3 ghosts. Both the skull and Marissa suggest they're people who've turned their faces away from death. The more you resist the Other Side, the stronger you are in this world. Type Twos usually have some kind of unfinished business before they move on; Type Threes just do not want to die at all. But in that case it's odd to me that they're so rare. Lots of people don't want to die. So maybe it also requires latent psychic talent and/or a pre-existing exposure to the supernatural... Marissa and Lucy are once in a generation Talents; maybe Type Threes are people with that level of ability. In which case Marissa will almost certainly be a Type 3. Arguably she already was.

[i3utterflyeffect]

every time i see that dungeon meshi guy he's doing something even more autistic than the last time i saw him

[aubstacle-of-course]

It’s interesting to reflect on how my relationship to anthy as a character whom I use to process my own trauma ties in neatly with her in-universe role as the symbolic embodiment of all suffering. Like, I displace my pain onto her and she holds it like she held the swords of hate, but it’s my hope that by weaving myself into the story over and over as she ultimately frees herself again and again each time I rewatch and I experience that release and catharsis through her that I will ultimately be able to cross that threshold and walk through that gate into freedom myself.

[papirouge]

there are no words strong enough to express how much I LOATHE this trend of Christians calling any stupid fantasy story "allegory of Christ" just SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UUUPPPPPP

Wanna see Christ? Just READ YOUR BIBLE for once and ditch those demonic fantasy books and Netflix