#the rat boy[dave]

[mystic-sn0w]

[clinicallyinsanedumpsterrabbit]

I love your rats dsaf auuuu

But I gotta ask, is there any Henry in it? Love me some conflict especially with Henry involed

Henry turns em into lab rats/j

Yeah he's kicking around somewhere in the void like usual, but since Dave's body was maimed beyond repossession when Hen springlocked him and it was thrown out like the trash he always thought it was, he didn't link the new rat squeaking at him to anything as Dave's weird technically parasitic soul juices hadn't turned his new rat body purple yet, and getting your neck broken by rat traps every week or so got too much after a while so dave with a bit less trauma than usual left, and came back a week later to see Hen gone

But if Hen somehow got his hands on them they would 100% be given the lab rat treatment.. And Dave would try and make pinkie and the brain references towards jack to try and lighten his mood

Also unrelated but I can't shut up about my ideas so you're listening anyway, so because rodent teeth constantly grow, jack does grow his back but he keeps on getting them knocked out in mildly ridiculous accidents, like a bad luck curse I gave to him for my own amusement, Dave helps by cutting up his food when he can see jack struggling

[rklf001]

me every time i realize ezra bridger is back

[rr-sheep]

Me and my friend Sofia made this together

Expunge is confused why this wired fat rat brings him joy (the thicc rat is an inside joke lol)

Golden apple collab

[bunsystem]

[oceanlandworld]

Thinking about him on this day (and all days)

[yourplayersaidwhat]

You've Got to Check the Wording on These Things

Storyteller: It says 'Vampires often turn into bats, rats, unusually-large insects and snakes'.

Player #1: What's the upper limit on 'unusually-large'?

Player #2: Uh...

(Table slowly starts cracking up)

Player #3: Could you imagine?

Player #2: A building-sized mosquito!

Player #3: 'Buzz buzz, motherfucker!'

Player #1: Storyteller, I'm so sorry.

Player #3: 'You'll get malaria!'

Player #2: You know how mosquitoes kill more people than...

Player #3: Just from sitting down.

Player #2: Dave kills ten people every time they sit down.

Player #3: 'But with your monthly donation, we can help these people-'

Player #1: Oh boy.

Player #2: We need a giant flyswatter.

Player #1: A huge bugzapper. Just a pylon-sized bugzapper.

Player #2: They're called pylons.

Player #3: I've got good news for you, mate.

[que3rduckling]

HELLO EVERYONE!!!

Hi!! I am the person who runs the Queen, Void, Jasmine and Barc rp Blogs on here and on those accounts I have all the rp accounts that I know of followed there (with my following on public so everyone can see them).

But I feel like it may be easier for everyone if I made one complete list for everyone to see!!

So here it is, my current and mostly updating complete list of JRWI rp Blogs here on tumblr!!

Riptide:

@millenniumchibo

@gillyasexual

@aferinbyname

@lala-queen-lala (mine!!)

@gryffon-shooter

@theriptidecrewsoneandonlyoliver

@peepawtidestrider

@mrdreyferin

@riptidesfrogtopusstar

@bitchinglikeanoldman

@capn-liz

@artificers-rule-bc-im-ensa

@edyn-tidestrider-is-trying

@aslanaisacutiepie

@captainjazztransswag

@amanda-rinn-cant-sell-mandarins

@avaferin

@gooblecks-gunk

@underseachampiongillion

@marcheljohn

@blackseastone

@the-alphonse

@papa-possibility

@tangerines-for-life

@admiralkubakenta

@thecoolestgrung

@the-cowboy-pirate-of-horsea

@thegreatlaalma

@fish-girl-summer

@looking-at-the-bottom

@cherrymoonflowers (oc)

@licensedtherapistofmana (Therapist)

(I don’t not know if they are still active but there is also @the-wish-doctor )

Prime defenders:

@askwilliamwisp

@wispoet69

@dakotacolestyle

@colestyledc17

@n0tfromar0undhere

@tidelambertfishdad

@markwinters86

@ashesashes-dust2dust

@oui-itsa-me-lefrog

@almighty-bacon-man

@teachingmomentsforall

@kota-killz

@bobo-speider

@mallardconwayisnotabadguy

@official-origami

@c4ntr1p

@emily-in-the-afterlife l

@dodgeboysupreme

@evil--cock

@dave-style-official

@sowingthewordsoftomorrowtogether

The Suckening:

@bennettarthur

@shiloh-official

@fangslayerem1zel

@grefgore-the-knight

@sheriff-deacon-keller

@xxs0d4p0pxx

@void-the-cat (Me!)

@magnusfox

@jeromesmith

@th3-unseen-backup

@edwardtwilightprimogem

@renwickeventplanner(who partially inspired me to make this!)

@pepper-the-cat

@pheasant-from-jrwi

@femizel

@demonclaws

@weylinco

@vivienneweylin

@gabeitmyall-itsucked

@sodapoppingoff

@midnight-circle

@daybringersolomon

@the-cumpire

@bi-disaster-sam

@that-one-weylinco-rat

@devil-of-la

@chetthebrujahleader

@handstoofast

@bow-needs-a (oc)

@catsandkindred (oc)

@c0ck-pr1nc3-0f-la (oc)

@bestdemonever (oc)

@salvatore-jonas (oc)

@eloisebathroy (Oc)

@tev-is-a-vamp (Oc)

@theraddestrarestcowboy (Oc)

@cryptid-fever (Oc)

@thesecondcoolestfang (Oc)

@thelocalalleyfox (Oc)

@rachelmaddoxlicensedtherapist (Soda’s therapist)

Apotheosis:

@elenasqlointrpblog

@thanatos-godkiller

@super-sqlointer

@archangel-of-retribution

@sunny-miracle

@lizardstatic

@lizardetta-static

Blood In The Bayou:

@kians-korner

@dungeonsranddragons

@rolandeep1984

@queenofthehivemind

@beckyyy-j

@an-imposter-in-town

@donnabestmomma

@bestdogbarcode (me aswell)

@richieratsanders

@galloway-music

@eddie-rot

@officerdudes

@officer-boys

@willow-bleak (oc)

Mythborne:

@aster-aeliana

@ryan-selucreh

@connorfrombofa

@ratbiwirattime

@thepiedromeo

@gary-mfing-gilmore

@jasmine-the-mascot (me too!!)

@hot-dad-with-rat

@the-real-miwi

@we-shall-wilt

Monster Control Services:

@creeperbeasterchase

One Shot:

@cherri-blxssxm

Little side note: I have discovered tumblr has a 50 @ limit so not all of these have an imbedded link but they are all their real and updating accounts!!

[wosieposiecozy]

Finally got the balls to post this

Candybats rambles and HC and individual stuff. Turning these freaks into OCs fr

🦇🎀 Rambles under the cut bc talk of mental health, also note pink text is for things that are more personal to me/ based off my life. I project onto these freaks a whole lot, especially streber! The pink text range from silly to not so silly 🎀🦇

Enjoy!!!

-kevin is a nerd/freak, no way he's friends with Radford and isn't a nerd, bro def has a fixation on sonic the hedgehog but only owns 06 (he borrows other games from rad)

- streber is not an engineer but a theater prop maker, he enjoys the stage and probably was in a robotics club in college but engineering/ robotics was not something he wanted to go into directly. He dose prop commissions and is a teacher assistant at an elementary school.

-streber is great at math and calculations, but my boy can't read/spell well.

- streber likes to fidget with Kevin's hands

-kevin likes to just flop on top of streber. Streber likes the pressure. Kevin's like a cold weighted blanket, and streber is a heating pad.

- streber struggles with depression, it's been a year since Bob and while he's doing better, he struggles with not feeling anything sometimes, he's nervous on how his response to his trauma isn't like others. He kinda pretends it didn't happen and continues on, and only really thinks about it when he's alone at night. (Based on my own experiences with grieving a lost one)

- streber has mixed feelings about people who survived Bob, he never blamed them but he's just is extremely upset he couldn't get the same treatment from that monster. He stopped going to support groups and just dose 1 on 1 therapy.

- streber lived with his parents for a while after getting out of the hospital (the rats stayed with Leon 💪) , and kinda just wanted to rot in his bed, but eventually went to some sort of support. Mainly because of fears of going to the mental hospital (yes, again,based on irl experiences)

-streber refused to talk to news outlets regarding the incident.

- he fluctuates wanting to get a prosthetic arm to not wanting to.

-kevin is on depression and anxiety meds. (Literally hc he has the same as me, bro take them everyday or else bad shit happens!!! )

- Kevin doesn't talk about work when he's not at work, it makes him pissed, mainly because the most interesting thing is skid & pump, police, teens stealing, or killers/demons

- Kevin hates work and dose experience fear of "god, what I'm if I go into day and I die" but the anxiety of having to get a new job and change his norm over powers his fear of death.

- streber bites Kevin, like just a stress and comfort thing, Kevin is okay with it. Streber kinda bites his arm sometimes

- streber and Kevin rent out apartments, they don't live together.

-streber loves his rat children. We got Socrates🐀, motor oil🐀, and Mr. Girl🐀!!

- Kevin had a love at first sight kinda thing but didn't act on his feelings, mainly because he likes to get to know people first before asking them out and bc work has him in a choke hold.

- Kevin would like a pet cat but.... Work 😔

- they met because of Radford 💪 the real hero of spooky month's 18-30 year olds 🫡.

- streber became pretty good friends with Kevin at first then he fell for him, bro just loves cringe fail men (and women). Kevin was beefing with children, no way your gonna find a better boy failure /silly

- streber disassociates during slasher films. He still loves horror and Halloween as it was his comfort growing up, but Bob left a stain that will forever haunt him.

-streber's favorite horror movies are silent & psychological horror.

- Kevin isn't a huge fan of horror movies but he appreciates "Dave made a maze" & probably "Willard", he's like " Dave just like me fr!!!" (Go watch the movie, it free on Tubi 😎)

- both can't drive, streber takes the bus, Kevin takes his bike.

-I like to think they're both touch starved.

-kevin likes physical affection and wants to give it to streber but kinda forgets how to

-streber is very big on physical affection but isn't use to it

-

- freak 4 freak

-insert Kevin is a fan of young Sheldon here-

🎀🦇 Oki rambles over 🦇🎀

If you liked it, that's kinda epic

[mimikyu-oli]

William got the bright idea to use Faz-goo to heal his youngest son's head trauma. 🙂

It's pretty instant and Michael is none the wiser.

The boy only have a faded scar on his face but no actual damages.

MCI happen and Michael's protectiveness is kicking.

And then, Elizabeth disapear and he start to freak out when his brother isn't in sight.

It takes some times (and support from Jeremy), but he get through it.

The bite of 87 happen.

William is like "Good ridance! One less pest to deal with!".

But then he saw the look of devastation on Michael and the father instinct kick.

William: Well, if it worked the first time.

---

These goo-entities genuinely think they are the original person.

They don't know they are clones.

Until Circus Baby Entertainment and Rental.

Then it's a literal existential crisis happening.

Michael: Evan is goo!

Jeremy is goo!

Does everyone I know are goo!?

Michael: Am I goo TOO!?

👁_👁

---

Existential crisis power 3.

Supprisingly, Evan is the one who is the less affected.

Or more like he shows it less, but he's still upset about it and doesn't want to burden his brothers when they are clearly overwhelmed by it.

Meanwhile, William, since day one, is:

Stage 1) This is the "What makes someone a person?" and "Is it still the same?" dilemma.

Stage 2) This is not my son.

This is just a replic of him.

Stage 3) My oldest love a bunch of goo. What a weird one.

I'm going to go away from him.

He's old enough to deal with his problems and his goo pet.

Stage 4) Bloody hell! My son love a dying man.

I'm going to do him a favor.

But he's also:

Look! Evan!

Your brother replaced you.

Look how nice he is to it.

Do you feel... angry?

Betrayed?

(He is talking to a gooeyfied Evan possessing a little animatronic bear.)

Evan is feeling self-deprecating.

William: Shite.

My son is pathetic.

---

[It's the idea of the person and the goo are exchanging places. And William, knowing it because of all his experimentations on rats (and Evan is the first human guinea pig.), takes the goo and put it in some kind of jar/core he put in the bear. (Same concept as in spirit possessing things but with goo. And it's like putting a battery in a toy.)

Although, I don't know what he does with Jeremy yet. 🤔 (He's not throwing him away.)]

---

So yeah, Michael is in a state of "they are not them, but they also are."

It's a bit easier with his brother since years has pass, but with Jeremy...

Well, it's either a year or a few months since the bite for him.

---

Michael and Jiji: 18 in 1987.

Evan: 5 years younger. 13 in 1987.

AND THEY ARE ROOMATES!!!!

---

Evan (Or Goo-Evan) see Jeremy as an older brother.

It's kind of ironic after the later is switched and then discover it.

No one knows what to think nor understand after that happen.

---

Goo-Jeremy wake up while William was collecting the gooeyfied Jiji and asked himself "What is Dave doing here?".

He pretends to be asleep until the man is out of the room.

Some times later (around a few months to a year or two), Michael goes in Circus Baby Entertainment and Rental and find some files he brings with him. (Since he has peoples waiting for him at home, he goes right instead of left. And spend a joyfull night with Ennard.)

---

Reaction of the reveal:

Jeremy: Panic attack caused by an heavy existential chrisis and the fear of being left by Michael.

Michael: He's dealing with the same dilemma as his father in 83 and trying to calm down Jiji. (With a sprinkle of existancial chrisis too.)

Evan: Frozen in place while staring at the situation happening right in front of him.

[galaxyedging]

I set myself a task to get back into writing. I wrote a list of Pedro Boys and I had to jot down an idea about each.

Here are Eddie, Pero, Dave and Reed.

Unsurprisingly, they are all smutty.

@withhertopdown ,this is what I was talking about.

Eddie

Baby vamps are much like baby humans. They need to be cared for until they can stand on their own two feet. They need protection from the world to survive their early days. They also need to feed what seems like all the damn time. 

Babies weren't your thing when you were alive and Baby Vamps aren't your thing in your afterlife. Eddie is the exception. You found him chasing rats in an alley a few nights. Half starved and near rabid. When he saw you he tried to hide. He was ashamed, both of his hunger and how he was trying to satisfy it. 

“I'm sorry.” he mumbled as you coaxed him out. 

He crawled out all brown doe eyes and broad shoulders. Taking pity on him, you bit open your wrist and let him feed. The noises out of him lit up your spine like a trail of gasoline. He moaned and whined while he took his fill. The noises crescendoed in a drawn out groan and another mumbled apology against your skin. Only when he stepped back did you see the wet patch on his crotch.

That's when you decided that maybe one pretty, pathetic, whimpering Baby Vamp to pass on your experience too may not be so bad after all.

Pero

The man had grumbled in many languages until you had appeared from behind the screen. The guards had ordered him to wait there to be cleaned up. 

“I'm sorry, Miss, I didn't think anyone was here.” He said earnestly. His English was pleasantly accented. 

“I'm here to bathe you and cut your hair.” You informed him as a matter of fact. 

“B-bathe me?” He stumbled over his words.

“Yes. Please undress and get into the tub. I will turn my back but you have nothing I haven't seen before.

Eventually Pero relaxed into your touch as you washed his broad shoulders. When he stepped out, you stood before him ready with a towel. When he was dry, he wrapped the towel around his waist and you guided him to sit. He hummed pleasantly as your fingers ran through his hair to chop away at it. When the unruly mop was down to a manageable length, you started on his beard. Your fingers stroke his surprisingly soft skin as some of it became exposed, like the patches on his strong jawline. 

“There, just your body hair to do.” You kept your composure while he spluttered. “I do not have much chest hair. 

The man nearly choked when you gestured to his towel covered area. 

“It is their tradition here. You must take care of your body.”

Reluctantly, he dropped his towel. His thick cock sprung free, he must have been enjoying your attention. Dropping to you knees, you gently trimmer around the base of his erect member. Stopping every so often to blow away loose hair. The man hissed every time you did. His twitched and leaked torturously close to your face.

That night, when you came on your fingers, your head filled with all the images you had treated yourself to, you wondered if the man would even find out that you were only there to leave him towels and a razor.

Dave

“I can wait all night.” Dave assures you as he shifts his hips, pressing the fat head of his cock against the spot that makes you mewl for him.

A deep chuckle rumbles in his tanned, sweat soaked chest. "That's such a pretty sound but not the one I want to hear.”

His thick fingers walk from your hip where he had been holding you down moments ago as he split you roughly on his cock, across your stomach to the chain laying just above. A swift tug has the nipple clamps pinching you just right. As you arch up off the bed, Dave resumes his pounding. Dave is an expert interrogator, his methods in the bedroom may be different but they still yield results.

“I love you.” You finally confess as the rapid pummelling of your g-spot becomes too much. You clamp down on him as he allows himself to fill you, biting his lip to withhold a similar confession.

“That wasn't hard now, was it?” He says practically against your lips as he seizes the opportunity between your steading breaths to own your mouth with his own.

Reed

That was two months ago.

If you said that you hadn't mused about the sexual possibilities of Reed's powers before you met him, your pants would burst into flames. Handsome. Smart. A confident leader. Reed has a lot of attractive qualities. He also had a wife, until he didn't, and you wasted no time in declaring your interest in him.

Now, here you were, exploring some of the possibilities of his powers. Reed was shy to use them at first. He'd never used them in the bedroom before. His sex life with Sue was far from adventurous. Now, here he was, arms wrapped around the exposed ceiling beams of your rented cabin. Running back down to hold you in place as the two of you swung back and forth in the open-plan living room. Each rock shifting his cock to where you needed him most. The gentle swaying had you riding him in the most tantalising way. Giving him enough pleasure to slowly build an orgasm. Your pussy still ridiculously wet from where he had stretched his tongue to lick you from hole to clit at the same time until you'd come sobbing his name.

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[crazyk-imagine]

The Future Mrs

Pairing: Walt Finnegan x Female!reader

Characters: Walt Finnegan, Female!reader, Jake Bradford, Kenny Roper, Dale Douglas, Tyrone Plummber, Janet the bitch, Aunt Theresa (we don't speak of her)

Warnings: Fluff, questionable angst, cursing, moves, the boys are nice, some aren't, cousin eddie to the rescue, finn is a sweetheart, I love writing for the boys, the house parties are too lit, reader can be nice, reader is also lowkey a bitch, not me literally needing to rewrite and post this when I first wrote it, eddie and reader are the best cousins

Word Count: 1,041

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Your cousin pulls his car up beside you and hollers for you. You roll your eyes and walk over towards him. “What do you want now?”

He smiles and leans closer to your nuisance, Finnegan. “Why are you giving your favorite cousin attitude?”

You bend down, leaning against the door. “Because my so-called favorite wants me to do his dirty laundry, quite literally I might add.”

You glance back, noticing the two freshmen and your favorite player on the team, “hey Dave.”

He smirks, knowing you say hi to him to annoy Finnegan. “Hey.”

Roper scoffs, “how dare- okay fine. But I have an offer.”

“Which is?” You ask with a raised brow.

“I’ll take care of the rats in your dorm, if you help me.”

“Why would I want to do that?”

“See I told she’d get annoyed and wouldn’t go for it,” Finnegan chimes in.

“Still standing here Finnegan and I can confirm that you’re the annoying one.” You glance over at your cousin, “and you, be ready. I’m not packing your shit again.”

“It was one time.”

“You’re a fucking liar and you know it. This is the third time you've asked me… this week, Rope.”

“Have I told you I’m sorry?” He gives you that one smile he uses on all the girls (it never works on you, no matter how many times he tries).

“Try again next time.”

One of the girls who made high school miserable calls out to you, Roper knows and learned (the hard way) not to interfere anymore.

He lowers his sunglasses on the bridge of his nose and narrows his eyes to her.

You turn, flipping her the bird with a kind smile. “Be ready,” you mutter to him.

“I see you still have that lame car,” she shouts.

You roll your eyes and push yourself off the door, unintentionally giving the blond a good view of your ass. “How about you fuck off Janet? No one cares about your idiotic opinion.”

“It’s idiot, stupid.”

You cross your arms. “Did daddy pay for you to get in here or did you blow the principal... again?”

She screams and turns away.

You chuckle, leaning back down. “You’re dealing with the rats. I’ll pack your shit, deal?”

“Fine.”

“And, little warning,” you look at all the boys in the car, “any of you try to fuck her, make sure your wrapped. God knows what she has. Just no one marry her, that’s all I ask.” You pat the car and walk away.

Your one and only true friend Dee, short for Alexandria, hops on your back.

You grab her thighs keeping her on you. “Why must you do this every time?”

“It’s fun.”

She hops off, “come meet my roommate.”

“I have plans.���

“She’s right next to you.”

You groan, “fine. If I must.”

-

Jake leans forward, “that’s your cousin?”

“Yeah,” he turns around giving the two freshmen a hard look. “Neither of you can fuck her. She’s off limits.”

“Yeah,” Dale laughs, “to anyone but Finnegan. If he can even get past her pissy nature.”

Roper rolls his eyes and pulls away, “she’s just- I annoyed her, okay?”

“You barely talked to her, and she was pissed. She’s got one of those, guys are the worst ever mentalities or something.”

“She puts on that personality, so she doesn’t get hurt.”

“Yeah, I know.”

Jake glances at Plummer who shrugs.

“She’ll come to her senses eventually,” Finnegan adds.

“You say that because you want to fuck her.”

The blond smirks, “I mean, yeah, I do. I won’t lie about that man, but I mean, she’ll stop being so defensive around us.”

Roper glances at him from the corner of his eye. “You mean, you hope she’ll stop being so defensive around you.”

-

You walk out of the room and head for the roof, sitting beside the window, listening to the music.

“Mind if I keep you company?”

You turn and find Finnegan in the window. “Don’t you have some lonely chick to fuck?”

“Yeah, and she doesn’t want to talk to me. Keep me company?” Finnigan says with that stupid smile on his face.

You purse your lips, giving him an annoyed, fake smile. “Hard pass.”

“Oh, come on. You know you love me… I’ll take care of the rats, if you want?”

You raise your brows. “You willing to take care of the rats in my place just to get in my pants?”

He chuckles. “Babe, I’d train them to do your laundry if it meant I could take you out.”

“I’m pretty sure you’ve said that to at least three other girls tonight.”

“Surprisingly you’re the first.”

You shake your head, “go back to the party. This is no place for a popular guy like yourself.”

“And leave you out in the cold on your own, no thanks. Roper would kill me and,” he sets his hand down beside yours, “I don’t want to leave you alone.”

-

You groan and cover your eyes, “would you perverts shut up already?”

Roper steps forward, “why are you in his bed?”

“I don’t mom, you tell me.”

“Don’t make me call Aunt Theresa.”

“I dare you,” you open an eye and glare at him.

He breaks, “come on, just- please tell me nothing happened.”

You push yourself up on one elbow and glance at the perky Finnegan. “Nothing happened.”

“Prove it.”

“I’m wearing all my clothes, even my socks,” you pull the sheets down and climb out of bed. “See?”

“He doesn’t have a shirt on.”

“Well, look at that. Neither do you because that’s how you sleep, Rope.”

Dale grabs his buddy and pulls him outside the room. “I’m gonna take him outside to take… this all in.” He stops to give his teammate a high five.

You roll your eyes and search for your shoes.

“Where are you going?” He sits up, eyeing you.

“I’m going back to my dorm so I can make myself look semi presentable to those who weren’t in this room.”

He fakes pouts, “don’t go.”

“I’m going. I need to change.”

He sighs, “if you must.”

You narrow your eyes at him, “don’t be like that, I’ll be back.”

“Promise?”

You roll your eyes, “yes, I promise.” 

[jo-harrington]

Corroded Coffin Fest - Day 19 - In the Garage

Summary: The boys get crafty...

Word Count: 690

Rating: T

Warnings/Themes: Older!Corroded Coffin (it's the late 90s...), the pure boys will be boys energy, car speak thats probably wrong

Note: Big thanks to @courtingchaos for being a trashcan with me while everyone was asleep.

Check Out the Main Post for @corrodedcoffinfest here! Even if you didn’t start on Day 1, you can still join!

Tagging: @the-unforgivenn at her request.

You can find my masterlist here.

Please do not interact if you are not 18+.

Enjoy!

They’re too old for shit like this.

Hands down. Point blank, end of story.

Still, they’re walking through the Hawkins junkyard looking for all manner of bits and bobs for their newest “project."

They'd honestly all grumbled about it when Jeff told them his idea: building a go-kart. They all had work and other commitments and if they were going to do anything, they should be practicing and working on getting their demo tape finished.

Eddie was the one to hone in the vision, though; not a go-kart, think bigger. Think cooler. As much as he hated to say it, the punk rockers had something going with their rat rods and beaters.

“And it would look so fucking cool in a music video,” Eddie pointed out.

That was all the convincing they needed to build their own car.

Now, Eddie wouldn't consider himself an expert mechanic but he could get by. He'd worked on his van for years, Jeff's car too, and provided tune ups for neighbors every now and again.

But this? This was new territory. This would take time and work and extra sets of hands.

Gareth was the most precious about it, stating that his hands were the money, their bread and butter.

"You do realize all of us need our hands to play," Dave pointed out. "You're not special just because you're the drummer."

"I just don't wanna break my wrist again if it gets smashed under the two ton shitbox we're building, asshole"

"You'll be fine, just lift with your legs."

It also required more time spent back home in Hawkins, but it was a sacrifice they were willing to make.

“For the music video" became their mantra as they imagined themselves featured on MTV amongst flashing images and psychedelic colors as their songs blasted in the background.

Wayne was happy to see them, of course.

He got breakfast with the boys every weekend before they went on their little scavenging missions at the junkyard. From there, they spent the rest of their Saturday at the Emersons, turning the two-car garage that they used to have band practices into some strange auto shop where they learned to weld and install suspension and everything that wasn't just an oil change.

They even leaned into the shitbox-style that Gareth had criticized, and Jeff created a little experiment for making some of the pieces of metal rust and corrode intentionally.

They were Corroded Coffin, after all.

"Just don't get tetanus," Mrs. Emerson warned when she brought snacks out to them.

Unfortunately they all ended up needing a booster shot by the time all was said and done.

Little by little it came together.

They each had their specific vision, using other fictional cars as inspiration--the Monkeemobile and the DRAG-U-LA--but they agreed that they needed to keep with the theme, and in the end they built something reminiscent of a hearse.

A long body with panels that were probably poorly welded together, but they made the best of that, hoping that the Frankensteining of it would look more purposeful. In fact, they ended up naming their rod Frank because of it.

Steady hands from hours of painting mini figs led to pinstriping wherever they could. There were exposed pipes that looked like rib and an extra set of headlights that looked like angry, glowing eyes. Eddie even sacrificed one of his rings and soldered it to look like an earring. Absolutely badass.

"Ok but can it run?" Jeff asked nervously.

They'd gotten it started many times, tested to make sure everything worked...but now it was a real put-your-money-where-your-mouth-is moment of truth for them.

They piled in, strapping themselves into the makeshift, mismatched seats and then prayed that it would all go right.

"Wait!" Eddie cried out right before he was about to start it. "Frank needs a little good luck charm."

From around his neck he pulled his lucky guitar pick--one he caught as his first concert, the one that he'd worn for years--and he wound it around the rearview mirror.

"Alright boys," he breathed. "Here goes nothing."

They all held their breath as he turned the key in the ignition.

And with a vrooom Frank started with a purr.

[clinicallyinsanedumpsterrabbit]

Observe the rodents

(✨They are flirting✨)

I just wanted mouse jack and Rat dave, mouse jack being based on this majestic thing, it looks to poofy

I have no idea where it came from but I love it so much

Anyway time for me to tell you a story about how my brain makes things

Hehe I may have made a whole au while walking too and from the train station in my brain and I shall now write out my whole creative process for you all to judge woo hoo

So first thing I thought was, hehe cute little rat dave, then ooo what if cute little mouse jack.

Then I thought of them living in someone's house [I was listening to tomcat disposables by will wood]

Then the magical thought, what if it was Peter's and Caroline's house, because I said so and it's funny

But then why are jack and dave rodeos if everyone else is normal so then I thought maybe, what if when jack and dave both first got springlocked their bodies got so damaged that fredbear had to move jacks conscious into the closest available body asap which was a mouse, and daves soul had to do the same but by itself, and he loves rats so he thought it would be fun to be one for a while, and then they both need a place to live to jack starts living in the walls of Peter and Caroline's house and dave stumbles upon it by coincidence and likes it as a place to live

Ok I'm done

My walk was only an hour long and I could've thought of more, I just wanted cute rodent bois and wanted a story to go along with them as well

Welp bye bye, time to completely dissociate from reality again until nest time

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

tuesday again 6/25/2024

i played a game that is not genshin impact!

listening

paige kennedy's lingerie model. the line "cause i'm a little rat boy in the body of a lingerie model" startled a laugh out of me. off the discover weekly playlist.

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reading

thank you philip.

Johnny Guitar by Roy Chanslor, on interlibrary loan bc i was hoping reading the book would kickstart my long-planned fic based on the movie. surprise! wildly different book i read in one sitting! the locations, most of the characters (except most of them are much younger) and who's on what sides are essentially the same, but everything else is different!

there are five whole women in this thing, which is a staggering number for a western. i don't know that i have a clear idea of what this book is trying to say about Women in general or specific. i've just been kind of rolling it around in my head for a while. once i figure out what i want to say about this book everyone better watch out

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watching

borrowed my best friend's husband and their disney plus account to watch a lot of star wars. we certainly had a lot of thoughts about the show Ahsoka but none of them were particularly complimentary. it's dave filoni playing the fucking hits. would you like some wolves and some owls and people having bad feelings and recreating the training session on the millennium falcon from ANH? would you like some fairly lackluster lightsaber battles? would you like the least interesting concept of a waiting room/purgatory/underworld you've ever seen? this is a show where we meet Anakin again and TRAVEL TO A DIFFERENT FUCKING GALAXY, the BIRTHPLACE of some WITCHES. can we be a little bit excited about new things please??? please?????? we are so very bogged down in cutting back and forth, bc god forbid everyone be in the same place at the same time, that we get only the tiniest glimpses of fun new places. show me the places. stop giving me medium shots of people yapping. easily three quarters of this show is filmed from the waist up or closer. what fucking gives. if i really really wanted to scratch the itch of a worrisome legacy and lost love and slightly weird student/teacher dynamics i would go read a contemporary literary novel. show me the interesting parts of star wars and not just the fanservicey callback parts please thanks

we did have a lot of fun with The Acolyte, which genuinely does feel like a breath of fresh air. most of the dialogue is extremely bad, which is sort of par for the course for a star war, but the gleeful jumping with both feet into some real melodramatic weekly serial/space opera tropes!!! much more interested in playing with a heightened narrative/playing with narrative at all, unlike ahsoka which is more focused on filling in a little blank spot!!! witches here also!!! the GOOD TWIN and the EVIL TWIN, several inventive assassinations, the CLEARING of one's NAME, a cursed planet, some fights that feel like they're playing with samurai movies and westerns in a fun new way instead of reminding me of a better thing i could be watching. thank you im eating this with a spoon. many people are very mad about it bc the protagonist is black and perhaps not perfectly straight. the public says this star wars is bad, bc of woke and bc of cliffhangers. i think this one is fun actually so far!!!

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playing

Freshly Frosted (2022, Quantum Astrophysics Guild). free on Epic rn and quite honestly this should be a self-care/old people brain plasticity phone game. why it is NOT on mobile is beyond me. why it is on SWITCH is also beyond me.

it did make me miss a novelty doughnut and coffee mini local chain in the five college area that has long since gone under. one of my therapists used to have an office above one of their stores and i used to go to a class at smith on wednesdays, go to therapy, and then jog for the half hour bus back to umass, reward doughnut in hand.

it opens with a soft-voiced woman telling you about how she likes to decompress by laying in a field and imagining a donut factory in the sky. she gives encouraging little tips and "hey! be nice to yourself!" throughout the game, but mostly at the beginnings of levels and introducing new mechanics. there are, perhaps, overly plentiful achievements.

there are a dozen dozen levels and i played through the first three dozen, or the first three boxes (normie don't draw over your line, multi track drifting, merging paths). i once had a level correct and then hit undo out of indecision and the tutorial lady told me "“You had it, click the undo button in the top right to undo”. which i don't believe i've ever seen in a game.

i stopped at the third box bc there’s a universal order to ingredients (always frosting then sprinkles then whipped cream then etc) but it does not ever tutorialize that it will only put the next ingredient on if the previous ones are fulfilled. like this was the level i figured this out on.

on further levels in this box i was not thinking super hard about what the actual order was and i couldn't really tell you how i solved a particular level except for making sure every possible path existed. maybe this gets super wild in later levels idk but three dozen levels was enough of a novelty for me. if i may be a little mean to a perfectly fine game, it feels like a coding bootcamp project in the way it steps through its logic and introduces new mechanics.

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making

cross stitch update. i don't believe this will be done by my brother's birthday

[bunsystem]

I’m so fucking high-Dave