#tutor huxley

[porcelaininkpot]

Miscellaneous DAMN Crew Headcannons >:}

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Damien had one terrible experience with the nurses at DAMN and he's still not over it, and so does everything in his power to avoid going to the healers even when he really should

He's also gotten quite skilled at healing magic as a result

Lasko's glasses are in a constant state of being broken, the lens always popping out of the frame, so he's developed a habit where he taps his lens at random times just to make sure its still there

Huxley is capable of manipulating metal, but doesn't wanna bother with honing his skill because he prefers the greenery and flora aspect of earth magic

Gavin runs a DAMN gossip blog, a fair bit of the gossip is what Lasko accidentally spills while rambling

Caelum found out about cotton candy and made it his life mission to make his hair look as much like it as possible

Dear does aeral acrobatics in their spare time, Lasko is ensorceled and mystified every time he watches them practice

If Damien gets angry enough, he can go band for band with Lasko in terms of speaking speed

Damien always wanted piercings, but was worried they'd harm his professional career, it was Huxley that helped him let go of his hesitation and finally get his ears pierced. They held hands the whole time.

Huxley himself has a septum piercing.

Dear is the most eloquent speaker of the entire crew, and possibly the entire DAMN campus, they're one of the highest rated professors at the academy.

When Freelancer is bored, they intentionally create steam and fog up their windows so they can use their fingers to draw on them

Caelum once saw them do this and now insists they do it at least thrice a day so he can doodle

Gavin cannot sit still long enough to get his nails done, so he uses demon powers to shift his form and give himself naturally fabulous nails, whenever he does his he makes sure to go show off to Freelancer because their jealous angry pout is adorable

Huxley once had to return a size XXL compression shirt because it was too tight. Damien begged him not to.

Caelum once has unsupervised access to Freelancer's gaming pc and played Poppy Playtime thinking it was a cutesy roblox type game.

He didn't sleep for three nights afterward.

Then tried playing again because he wanted to finish chapter one.

Lasko has Poliosis, it's especially abundant on his very long eyelashes.

Dear takes special joy in having him try out multicoloured mascara

While Damien is best at memorising text to score high marks, Freelancer is best at understanding it, and often gives tutoring lessons to the rest of the crew.

Dear used to secretly wish they were an earth elemental so that they could manipulate crystals, but now makes the most beautiful ice sculptures with their water magic.

It took Lasko a very long time to accept that he was truly wanted by the crew, and that he wasn't just some straggler they allowed to follow them around.

Gavin and Freelancer once challenged each other to see who would get flirted with the most at DAMN events, Freelancer got 8, Gavin got 13, and Dear won with 21 {not including Lasko drooling all over them}

The characters of Caelum 's favorite cartoon all have a decora aesthetic, so Caelum has started to make a collection of cute accessories and clips so he can dress like them.

Freelancer is his biggest enabler and loves surprising him with sticker packs and rainbow hair clips

When Damien and Huxley have sleepovers, and are all cosied up next to each other in their warm blankets while drinking hot cocoa, Huxley gets so wrapped up in doting over Damien that he only realises how much time has passed when his hot cocoa gets cold, and then he makes them both go to bed because 'Having a healthy sleep schedule is important dude'

Damien absolutely hates when he does this so he secretly and subtly rewarms Huxley's cocoa so he can spend more time whispering to him in his arms.

[brainrotcharacters]

Freelancer, Jealous?

Far into the early months of being with Gavin, Freelancer doesn't understand how anyone could sideline any of the incubi.

Schoolmates and faculty alike are actually proud to say that they have a sex demon they can call when they're already in a relationship with another person. Freelancer had been forced to listen to a litany of how that one succubus drastically improved a senior student's relationship with her partner, or how the Intermediate Elemental Command professor rekindled the spark in his marriage when he hooked up with an incubus.

"Do they know you're talking about them like that?" They blurted out at one point. Absolutely no effort went into holding back. "How would they feel?"

They all laughed in Freelancer's face. "Who cares what they feel?"

Damien had tugged at Freelancer's sleeve and whispered. "Maybe don't pick that fight."

Now, monitoring who else Gavin fed from aside from Freelancer ― there's an idea. Where was the guarantee that he wasn't fucking the water elemental tutor or he wasn't taking it up the ass by some broad-shouldered junior that Freelancer walked past in the school halls?

They'd been glaring daggers at yet another schoolmate parroting about the number of positions she put a succubus into when Huxley gently elbowed them in the side. Freelancer snapped, more harshly than intended. "Ow! What?!"

"They're gonna notice you. Why are you glaring?" He said softly, but not weakly.

Freelancer huffed through their nose. They scrape away the frost that formed in the floor beneath their shoes. "Nothing."

Huxley drew his mouth into a thin line. "Damien says your new hobby is listening to anyone bragging about being with an incubus."

"Oh, you speak to Damien a lot, do you?" Freelancer challenged.

"That's not fair." The side of his lips curled. "Unlike me, you're actually dating the person you like. Go talk to him."

At the sigh that escaped Freelancer, Huxley continued in a more serious tone. "We can't both be miserable, Freelancer."

Schoolwork wasn't an effective distraction. For fuck's sake, Freelancer gave their first time to Gavin after reviewing. Every other turn of the pages in the lecture books felt like the strands of Gavin's hair when he was feasting between Freelancer's legs. Each ache in their shoulders and neck was always eased by those lovely hands and that incredibly sinful mouth.

As if summoned by thought alone (it wasn't that far-fetched in actuality), Gavin now lounged on the other end of the couch. He traced lines on Freelancer's calves, smirking like a cat. "Thinking twice about enrolling, deviant?"

Normally a rabid, even feral, creature that relished in his touch, Freelancer slowly pulled their legs back, flipping to the next page. Gavin's hair felt exactly like that when he kissed Freelancer so deeply their voice broke.

Gavin's smirk flickered, but another flash of pleasure from them had him chuckling. Freelancer was playing hard to get.

He crawled across the couch, trailing a line of soft kisses from Freelancer's forearm, up to their bicep, and to their shoulder. That was when the pleasure suddenly folded into itself and became anger.

Fear.

Gavin withdrew, blinking. It wasn't fear of him ― never, unless they were playing it up during sex, but fear... Of... Of something he couldn't pinpoint, watching the person he adored most now ignore him.

"Freelancer?"

They flipped to the next page. Their hand was trembling. "Hm?"

He forced himself to ask calmly. Pretended that he wasn't three seconds away from dying. "Is something wrong?" Did I do something wrong?

Whether Freelancer heard the shift in his tone anyway, or he wasn't as excellent at faking it as he thought, they looked at him. Searched his expression for something he didn't know, but now needed to.

Freelancer's throat bobbed. They anxiously fidgeted with the cover of their lecture book. "Do... Did you just come from..." A frustrated growl. "Are you hungry right now?"

Did you come back to me when you already fed on someone else?

If Gavin was being perfectly honest, the answer was yes. Always, and it bothered him as much as it thrilled him. Something about Freelancer reinvigorates his appetite and dries his throat that only tasting Freelancer could satisfy him. Nothing short of listening to how they moaned when Gavin was completely inside of them, and how they giggled into his bare chest when it was all said and done made him feel weightless. Sex alone couldn't accomplish that ― he would know.

Honesty. That wary, guarded look on Freelancer's face needed honesty and care. "Yes. For you."

Freelancer shut the book and set it aside, facing him fully. Gavin allowed them the quiet to sort through their thoughts. "Your fellow incubi and succubi get into relationships with people who... Already have someone else. Aren't they bothered that they're being cheated on?"

Gavin blinked once. Twice. The words settled. "Most aren't. From what little I hear of their entanglements, they have an agreement. Not every couple has the single-minded rapturous focus that we do, voyeur."

Some of the coldness in their expression thawed. But not all. He considered that beloved face. "Do you have someone else, Freelancer?"

"What? No!" Their hand clamped around Gavin's own, and his core warmed with recognition. There they are. "Don't even think that!"

"Do you think I have someone else?"

Freelancer opened their mouth. Then closed it.

It was a gamble to ask that question. And it paid off. Gavin tenderly kissed the back of Freelancer's hand. "I would only like to say this once. I have never desired any of them the way I desire you."

They clenched their jaw. Before tonight ended, Gavin mentally swore to fuck all of that frustration out of them. He kissed Freelancer's palms lovingly. "Look, I'd like us to be joined at the hip, but your life doesn't revolve around me."

"It should." Freelancer murmured, pouting.

Giggling, Gavin leaned in and kissed them. He was at his most natural self when his lips molded and moved with Freelancer's own, sucking on their tongue and mewling into their mouth. In between kisses, he says. "Jealousy looks amazing on you, Freelancer."

Freelancer pulled away first, wrapping their arms around his neck in a tight embrace. Gavin cradled the back of their head, his other hand slowly making circles on Freelancer's back. I'm here. I'm right here.

"Do you know what happens when I feed on someone else?" He asked quietly. "They're adorable when they're flustered, sure. But my effect on them is too shallow of a reason. When I make you blush, it's because I know you, and I know what excites you. I enjoy being the reason you're flustered, or laughing, or crying with pleasure." Three back to back kisses on Freelancer's head for emphasis. "I feed on someone else, and I just make comparisons with you. I just miss you... Freelancer?"

They were breathing deeply, slowly against him. Unshed tears glistened in their eyelashes, and their kiss-swollen lips moved with every breath. Asleep.

Gavin chuckled, angling his body farther than he probably should just to plant another kiss on Freelancer's lips. He smiled, and murmured. "Good night, my love. I'll see you in the morning."

[anexistingexistence]

Uhhh art school dropout Baabe and former band kid Sweetheart. Also linguistics major Angel and dnd nerd Darlin'. And web designer Doc with fashion major Starlight. Does this make sense? I mean like maths tutor Asher and interior design as a hobby Milo. Like sewing holes in old clothes Vincent and making his own makeup Porter. As in plays chess Gavin and photographer Huxley. Do you get it? Do I make sense??

[imperial-scoop]

I heard a rumour… co captain of the football team is failing math class~

Love the blog by the way

@th3-r4d10-st4r

THIS JUST IN: Huxley Floren failing math class (unsurprisingly), which has forced him to be assigned a tutor by the school! Can't wait to see how this turns out.

And thanks, I try my best.

[qu4rt3rb4ck-69]

Hey. You're Huxley, right?

Damien's tutoring you?

- @littleerrandgirl

Mhm. Whos this again? Your one of the cheerleaders right??

And yea, damiens tutoring me.

[empydoc]

SOUL EATER AU bonus episode 3: “the team leader”

check out the masterpost here!

welcome to the third bonus episode: “the team leader”. ‘bonus episodes’ are posts related to the typical soul eater au, but outside of the typical format. because xavier technically doesn’t have a consistent listener of his own and is a unique sort of character, he gets his own post.

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soul type: meister strongest meister ability: equal level - each meister common ability is on an equal level with this meister. they hold no specific strongest ability from soul perception, soul resonance, or wavelength control.

xavier wasn't only a team leader during his life, but he also became a tutor. for those who didn't feel as though they fitted in immediately, he helped who he could recognise their potential, and figure out what they could do not only as an empowered person but also as a weapon or meister.

xavier's teammates were everything to him. it was a family before it was a friendship. huxley would recount that, whenever they did something outside of practice or games, xavier would always be the one to encourage and empower people's needs and desires in a way that felt as though he'd been made for a leadership role.

when the games came around there was an expectation of him. he'd do something incredible, that was certain- but even if he didn't, he knew that the people behind him would warmly push him forward and accept his worth even if it weren't to be shown to the public.

after his death, huxley visited the memorial that'd been put up by the team often. he'd bring his friends, his family, and his people with him to look at the several pictures and flowers and whatever else were left in his memory.

even though xavier was the spitting image of a person who was headstrong and in a position of trust, it was fact that he’d never wielded a weapon during his lifetime. it was something that a lot of people had expected him to have experience in, and yet he held none. huxley wonders if it was because of that expectation that he didn't want to, or purely because he held no interest in it.

no matter the answer, nobody cared for semantics. all that remained was a sense of loss and love for someone who gave them nothing more than support and care.

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[presidentimperialrhone]

[NEW EMAIL 📧]

Hey dude teachers gave me ur email. Your meant to be my tutor. When suits u.

- Huxley F. @qu4rt3rb4ck-69

Good afternoon,

Yes, I am aware. My scheduling is a little tight do to other tutees but I'm available the following days. Reminder that sessions are 1 and a half hours.

Mondays__ 1600 - 1800 Tuesdays__ 1000 - 1130 1830 - 2000 Wednesday__ Unavailable Thursday__ 1700 - 20000 Friday__ Unavailable

Please let me know what days suit you,

Best,

Damien Rhone

He/him

[catella-ars]

I've been referring to these three as The Old People, because they've been around the longest and/or are some of the only battlers on our largely noncombatant heroes' teams.

URBOSA is Huxley's Moms' ace, a retired League Champion who went from protecting the family/neighborhood when Huxley was growing up to protecting the family/neighborhood when Huxley moved to Dahlia. His moms weren't gonna let him move halfway across the country without her.

Similarly, REVALI helped raise Damien, and was sent with him when he moved out. Sofia got him when Damien was a kid, and let Damien name him. He's a Contest Champion and has maybe the strongest "Is Anybody Gonna Adopt That" of the whole group.

POMEGRANATE occasionally participates in Contests but more often acts as guard/entourage/tutor/Protective Maternal Figure to the people and Pokemon in her group. She and Gavin share the Species Outcast vibes.

[freshman-freelancer]

[They grimance at the mention of Jack, they'd met briefly on their first day, after Huxley marked them as a prime target for harassment. He hadn't seemed like a bad guy, just one that tried to go for the status-quo]

I can only do like superficial scrapes and bruises, sorry. find one of the aria institute folks, or like a senior or something.

[They clearly hate that they can't help but they just don't have the skill to be of use]

I have to go... i have a tutoring session in the library soon.

Hey! New kid.... ya busy?

[A kid with a shit-eating grin walks over]

-🐦⚔️

[They flinch hearing a voice call out, eyes darting around until they find the source.

Their eyes flick over the form as they cross their arms over their chest]

Not right this second, no.

[hammerhead-jpg]

My live reaction to finding out we were supposed to have a soft sadism demon character and that we were supposed to have a hot boi summer imp! Vega video:

[icy-incubus]

Documenting the new info we got from the live stream bonus round! Includes a bit of unmentioned lore and behind the scenes trivia

-Brian’s last name is Holloway

-the original plan for Valentines day 2021 was to get a “good” sadism demon boyfriend.

- Sam was born (not turned) 1 year before Vincent, making him around 28-30 when he was turned

- The unfinished story the name “Ollie” came from was called “In the Realm of Oil and Pitch”

- Kody’s original name was Noah

-Avior’s story was partially inspired by the Star Trek Voyager episode “Resolutions” even though Erik doesn’t like the episode

- The unfinished story about dreamwalking which included the names Asher, Huxley, and Alexis was called “Tether”

- Ivan and “Baby1” are from Montana

-The Alpha of the Keaton pack is named Gregory

-The name of an unused alternate ending (non-canon) where “Baby” stayed with Ivan was called “Live in Stockholm”

-The next DUMP video that may (no promises) come out is “So You’re a Newly Turned Vampire!”

-Huxley was originally supposed to be a tutor character. He was at some point going to tutor Vincent

-Vega’s escape and the being the one to care for “Warden” took inspiration from the Deep Space Nine episode “Waltz”

-Lasko was originally planned to enter the E&E games but would have failed the qualifiers

-the last character to be added to the Inversion lineup was Sam

-there was originally going to be an Imperium!Vega audio for Hot Boi Summer ‘22 but was scrapped

Also this old joke thumbnail apparently exists??

[bratty-telepath]

It has come to my attention that people often don't consider I'm poly and I am a multi-shipper meaning that if I see a range of characters, I will devise a way for them all to be happy together in some way, shape or form, with each other, this includes redacted so…

Bratty Telepath's Poly Redacted Stuff/Multi-shipping shit

(I am a disgrace for not coming up w a better title)*

In this, I will be giving you, dear reader, my poly headcanons and thoughts regarding the redacted universe (this will probably come up again as time goes on). If that's not your cuppa and you prefer monogamous content then that's great! I'll just be over here making people have feelings for each other to make myself happy and you can be over there! Also none of this is organized. It's me rambling off about the things that invade my brain

David /Angel/Asher - happens after David meets and dates Angel and he's able to actually loosen up enough to see that Ash has always cared for him before he starts realizing "oh shit, I'm in love with my best friend" before they go on a bout of him avoiding Asher to avoid his feelings as Asher think David's drifting away again. Angel is who pulls these idiots back together and is like "fix yo shit".

Darlin/Sweetheart/Sam - is long running and went on for a while before Darlin left Dahlia. They were highschool sweethearts who were still dating while SH was at DAMN. At the same time, SH was also seeing Sam unofficially before he got turned and dropped out. Both these bitches really ran and SH was like "I am never letting you shits go" when they met again. SH/Darlin is very much a danger duo situation while SH/Sam is a flirty old roommates situation.

The DAMN polycule - them bitches hanging out and FL was like "what if we dated each other" cuz like they were all not actually seeing anyone they figured "eh, we can try", it started out as a joke...but then they caught feelings and now they're all dating :3

Aaron/Bäbe(aka Smartass)/Asher - Bäbe's old job was with Aaron where they met Asher and when they got a new job, they started dating Aaron. Asher and Aaron know about each other and hang but they're not dating

DAMN polycule/Lovely/Vincent - I think Lovely should know more people and more people should know Lovely. I also think Vincent and Gavin have fucked and they both push Damien's buttons and Huxley has them both on a leash. They'd all be cute together, I know it.

Milo/Lasko/SH - All of my loves, in one ship? Absolutely. After inversion, Lasko started talking to Milo when he was isolating from the group because Milo made him feel bigger than he ever felt when they met and not long afterwards, Lasko ended getting pursued by Milo and SH. It's a very fun relationship.

Sam/FL/Darlin - *Ahem* FL finds Sam w Lovely's help and they ask him to teach them about healing magic. He takes them on as their tutor because he recognizes the same spark he had in them and they both start falling for each other. Darlin is chill w it and doesn't join in the relationship until they get to know FL better and are like "you are amazing and I am going to keep you close forever now".

Milo/Darlin/David/Asher - THEY ALL USED TO BE BEST FRIENDS GROWING UP AND NOW THEY'RE IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER AS ADULTS. That's it. That's the plot. That's the idea.

David/SH/Milo - Milo realizes he likes David when he talks to SH about him and SH's like "you should tell him then" but Milo's hesitant because they're not as close as they used to be. David however does like Milo but he also likes SH because of their small back and forths with each other and how much he respects their dedication so SH who's noticing all of this is like "He likes you, and he likes you. I think both of you are idiots but you're hot and have a good personality sooo let's all date".

Asher/FL - They're so good together, I promise. Asher and FL bounce energy between one another like a particle accelerator of sorts so they multiply each other's vibes but they both know how recognize and help each other through their shit.

Guy/Seer(Honey)/Morgan - Honey has been a seer obscura all along and was fine dating Guy cuz he was unempowered and they never needed to worry about him finding out about seers but when they have the inversion vision, they meet Morgan who's like "I can help". Morgan requires stress relief which Guy is great at, and Guy+Morgan are also amazing at helping slow down Honey.

SH/Vince/Lovely - These three have a dyanmic where Vince used to get in trouble with the department and used to flirt w SH a lot but SH always kept him ar a distance cuz he didn't have any damn sense. Then SH started liking the person Vince was when he was actually with Lovely. Vince has always liked SH but they just never visibly returned his feelings so he thought they weren't interested but Lovely was like "maybe, talk and like figure that shit out so my boyfriend can stop acting like a fuckin' loser". Vince's dyanmic w SH is absolutely flirty back and forths in contrast to complete adoration of Lovely.

That's all for now, I'm tired of writing but if you're curious about my thoughts on a ship, shoot it my way in a ask🤷🏾‍♂️

[teasandcardigans]

huxley was the type of kid in high school who was a star football player and played in the marching band

damien did debate club and played in concert band

lasko was a teacher's assistant and tutor and also took some art classes to help himself relax (he enjoyed ceramics most)

that is all goodbye

[generalfoolish]

Volume One: The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter

Chapter One: Take Your Soma

You're a senior at Hawkins High, and you utilize Eddie Munson as most do, for weed. On a whim, you offer to tutor him. In exchange, Eddie gives you free weed, and without meaning too you both find yourself in deeper than you originally meant.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Warnings: *All of my works are M for mature so 18+ please; language, language, language, canon typical violence, sexual themes, drug references/drug use, reader is 18+ and you should be too

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: I have Eddie Munson rot, and it is fatal, guys. I literally couldn't stop thinking about a line Eddie says in ep. 7, so I made an entire story out of it. Hope you enjoy it! First time writing for Eddie, so let me know how that is. Also! I added him to my tag list thing, so if you want to be tagged in this/future one shots send me a message or whatever :) Also! Thanks @firefly-graphics for the sick page dividers that fit our boy perfectly <3

Master List | Tag List Form | Eddie Munson Master List | Chapter Two

You had fallen in love with Eddie Munson completely by accident.

Not that anyone ever meant to fall in love, and especially not with the bad boy of their small town. It had started innocently enough, you had agreed to tutor him, in exchange for heavily discounted baggies of weed. And since he was already repeating his senior year and once again failing two or three subjects, it had been an easy sell.

Everything else came easily, almost too easily. He charmed you so thoroughly that you hadn't realized how completely and utterly fucked you were until it was too late.

Eddie had told you to meet him at the usual spot, a picnic table out behind the school, on a well-beaten, yet somehow forgotten, path. You'd cut your English class to meet him, knowing he was missing the same class, and you had opened the encounter with a quote from the book that was currently assigned: Brave New World.

"If one's different, one's bound to be lonely." You declared as you approached the table. Eddie was already sitting on the bench, black lunchbox in front of him, tearing apart a leaf. At your introduction, his eyes flit over to you, eyebrows pulled up in confusion, dark eyes amused. 

You realized too late that you were a massive, fucking dork. You had just quoted your assigned reading to your fucking dealer. The silence that had followed had nearly consumed you, and you were about to turn heel and run–just sprint back to the safety of the high school when he finally spoke. 

"But I don't want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger." He quoted back, standing from his seat, and closing the short distance between you. His boots crunched the pine needles as he approached, and your mouth dried as his voice dropped the closer he got. "I want freedom, I want goodness…I want sin." He came to a stop right in front of you, so close you could smell him, the smoke and musk that was all Eddie, and he cocked his head to the side, dark eyes raking over your face and then further still. 

You felt self-conscious, heat rising up your neck, while simultaneously sinking lower in your gut. You wondered if he noticed the band t-shirt you'd thrown in this morning was the same one you had worn a few days before, or if he noticed that your flannel was fraying in places. You had a laundry list of flaws, working your way down them quickly, before you noticed he was speaking again. 

"What?" You managed, literally shaking your head to clear the unwanted thoughts swirling there. Eddie merely smiled, his dark eyes softening as he searched your face. 

"I asked how you liked the book. You know, for Ms. Stevenson's." The smile he gave you nearly knocked you out; the bright, white spectacle splitting his face in two and bringing such incomprehensible warmth to his dark eyes. 

"Huxley is a genius. Are you kidding? How did I like it? I checked out 1984 and Fahrenheit 451 at the library. I'm obsessed with this sort of apocalyptic, dystopian future world. I mean, if you think for even one second that this isn't possible, that the government couldn't effectively stag–oh gosh, sorry." You apologized quickly, cutting yourself off immediately. Your mother had warned you that you would turn off everyone if you kept rambling anytime anyone asked you about something you liked. 

You sheepishly met Eddie's eyes, expecting him to look annoyed or confused, but you were met with excitement, his eyes visibly darkened and a knowing smirk dancing on his lips. 

"Why would you apologize? Or stop? I was right there with you, Savage." His smirk is contagious. You bit your lip at the nickname, plucked from the mind of Huxley. You were excited to have found a common point of interest between yourself and Eddie, beyond the weed.

"I didn't think you'd be interested." You deflect, heading to the picnic table, to put some distance between you and Eddie, who was looking better and better the longer you chatted. You reprimanded yourself, knowing it would be unwise to get involved with him. His reputation was all bullshit conjured up by whatever sports team, heartthrob was popular at the moment; but there was a dangerous undercurrent with Eddie. He may not have been sacrificing virgins, but you knew enough to know that a man who looked like that certainly had seen his share of action.

Normally, your deals were quick. In the middle of the day, between classes, underhanded passes in the hall. Today, you had too much time to admire the curls that tangled around his face, the soft pink of his lips that were curling up into a soft smile. Today, you had too much time to think about what he’d look like smiling down at you while murmuring in your ear.

"I always read the sci-fi ones, Savage. It's everything else that I'm shit with." Eddie mused, perching on the opposite side of the table; either gracious enough to ignore your internal battle, or oblivious enough not to notice.

"Oh, come on, Eddie. You can't expect me to believe that you're just naturally so bad." You argued, the words coming out braver than you felt. You were swept up by the confidence of them, trying to ignore how they tore from you, as if each syllable was barbed.

"What? Am I supposed to believe that you're naturally so good?" He countered easily, an eyebrow glancing upwards to prove his point. With his head cocked to the side, his hair swept off his neck, and you wanted to lurch forward and take the skin for yourself. The unforgiving heat of early afternoon had sweat beading on your forehead. 

You considered it for a moment. You didn't have to study, but you weren't inherently good. 

You weren't on track to be Valedictorian or anything, but you were a decent student. You rarely needed to study on your own, since you usually had a good grasp on most of the topics. But you had never considered tutoring to be within your wheelhouse.

That's if he was talking about your academic prowess, though you had your doubts. You felt it was more likely he was alluding to morality. Were you really such a “good girl?” You were buying drugs from him, afterall. It was hard to read him, though. His defenses were too high to breach in one sitting. But you could see the beginnings of cracks, the places where you could slip in, and find yourself behind Eddie "the Freak" Munson's cold exterior. 

Before your mind had caught up, before you even realized what you were saying the words floated into the space between you and Eddie, simmering in the hot September air, drying up as they reached the planks of the picnic table. 

"I could just teach you." 

Eddie cut his eyes at you quickly, tracing the contours of your face with his sharp glare. If he liked what he saw, it wasn't reflected in his dark stare. 

"Why?"

"Why not? You clearly could use a little extra help."

"What's that supposed to fucking mean?" 

"You really wanna go for a three-peat of your senior year?"

"No. But why would you help me? What's in it for you?"

"I don't know…uhm…" You glanced around the small table, hoping for inspiration, when your eyes landed on his black, metal lunchbox. "Discounted weed?" You licked your lips in thought, figured that would be an even enough trade. You worked part time as a carhop, and you blew through your tips every week restocking from Eddie. 

He hummed for a moment, the noise dying in the back of his throat, somewhere between a groan and a snorted laugh.

You could almost see the gears turning in his mind, spinning out scenario after scenario of how this could be a trap, or how it could go wrong. You were thinking about your own worst-case scenarios, wondering how closely they matched with his. He barked out a dry laugh, drawing your attention once again. 

He ran his fingers through his hair, and winced when his rings caught the knots, before bringing a few strands to his mouth–another nervous tic of his, you supposed.

“Fuck, fine!” He finally spits out, the exclamation closer to a question than a statement. He turns away from you, and slugs the closest tree. His fist is just shy of the bark when he relaxes, barely grazing his knuckles across the surface. He shakes his shoulders as he repeats the motion with his other arm. 

“Fine.” You answer, not moving from your spot at the table. As long as you’ve known Eddie, he struggled to sit still, but you’d never seen him so worked up–so anxious.

“Fine.” He mutters again, still punching the tree.

“We can start this afternoon, I’m off for once.” You begin, standing. You’d been out here too long, and you couldn’t afford to miss your next section. Neither could Eddie.

“Meet me in the parking lot, after the last period.” He grunts out, finally facing you. His eyes are dark again, flitting over every detail of you, like he’s trying to etch this moment in his mind.

“Yep.” You agree, knowing he could drive you both, saving you the trouble of walking. You walked a few steps away from the clearing, away from him, when you thought better of it. “Oh and Eddie?” You called, looking over your shoulder. His eyes flicked up to your face, and you almost lost your confidence, knowing he had been checking out your ass.

“Hmm?” He mused, raising an eyebrow at you, before his tongue darted out to wet his lower lip.

“Don’t skip any more classes.” You urged, before turning on your heel and leaving for good. Heat engulfed your chest and neck, and when you sat down in your next class, you could still feel Eddie’s dark gaze on you. 

You sat your tray down at your usual table, and slipped into the seat. Meeting Eddie during the second period had been a mistake, you’d barely been able to concentrate during your third period, and you’d grabbed your lunch in a complete daze. If you could make it through the last two periods of the day, it’d be a miracle. You were engulfed with thoughts of Eddie, consumed by how his brown eyes had easily shifted into something darker. You couldn’t stop imagining your own hands carded through his brown curls, delighting in what sounds you could draw from him when you tugged through the knots.

It wasn’t the first time you’d thought about Eddie in compromising situations. It was, however, the first time you’d considered those thoughts outside of the safety of your room, late at night.

“Earth to Space Cadet.” Robin greeted, snapping her fingers in front of your face, after putting her own tray down. You startled and offered her a weak smile, and picked at your nails.

“How’s Scoops?” You asked, deflecting her curious eyes with your own question.

“Eh, same as usual. How about Parker’s?” You shrugged, taking a bite of the questionable pizza you had grabbed for lunch. 

“Tips are good enough. If only you skated, we could work together.” You teased, batting your eyelashes at her. 

“We wouldn’t get anything done, dork.” She mumbled, rolling her eyes. You settled in an easy quiet while you ate, until a large commotion drew both of your attention to the other side of the cafeteria. 

“Just The Freak, I think.” Robin muttered, eyes landing back on her meal. You were even more concerned now, trying to see through the wall of people. “Are you worried about Eddie?” Robin asked, narrowing her eyes at you. You blinked, searching for a non-incriminating answer. Of course, she saw through you.

“You don’t!” You frowned, and looked back at the crowd. 

“Well, he’s no Tammy Thompson, that’s for sure.” You murmur, trying to deflect, but Robin’s quicker than you are.

“Dude! You’re into Eddie Munson? Isn’t he like 30?” She laughed behind her milk carton, and you rolled your eyes.

“Shut up.” You grumbled. “It’s only his second senior year.”

“Only?” She laughed, and you pressed your face in your hands.

“It’s not like that, Robin.” You groaned, the words weak even to your ears. “I just agreed to tutor him, that’s all. It’s for a discount on weed.” You admit, hoping that she’ll ease up with that information. She hummed, but didn’t push any further. This conversation was far from over, you could tell.

“What do you think that’s about anyway?” You asked, biting into the now cold slice. She shrugged.

“There was a new kid, your class. Maybe he’s making himself a name?” You shrugged back, wiping your mouth with a napkin, and standing.

“I gotta swing by the library before my next class. See you tomorrow?” She nodded and you headed off, swinging your backpack onto your shoulder and training your eyes ahead of you. You wouldn’t look at the crowd, and you wouldn’t look for anyone in particular.

You threw the remains of your lunch away before stacking your tray at the counter, and headed out of the cafeteria. You looked down at your shoe, noticing that the knot had begun to loosen and decided to fix it quickly. 

In the second that it took you to look down and back up again, you managed to crash into someone, and knock their stack of papers out of their hands.

“God! Could you watch where you’re going?” Nancy cried, throwing her hands up defensively.

“Sorry!” You apologized quickly, kneeling to help pick up the scattered papers. She relaxed when she noticed you. 

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t realize it was you. Are you okay?” She asked, a sheepish smile on her face. You nodded.

“Fine, you?” She nodded, before sighing loudly.

“It’s not a problem. I’m just stressed, I have this party tomorrow with Steve.” She told you, chuckling nervously.

“Oh, for Halloween?” You asked, feeling a twinge of jealousy. Nancy Wheeler was your cousin, and your mom never let you forget how perfect she was. Modest, beautiful, smart, and tenacious–all the things you aren’t. Of course, Steve Harrington would love her. Who wouldn’t? 

“Yeah, I’m just nervous I think.” She whispered to the ground, and you swallowed the heavy feeling in your chest.

“You’ll be fine, Nance.” You assured her, bumping her shoulder with your fist. She smiled in return.

“You’re right. Thanks for the help. Are you coming over soon?” She asked, standing up and taking the stack of papers back from you. 

“My mom hasn’t been feeling the best, but maybe I’ll stop by alone.” You explained, hoping she wouldn’t press for details. She didn’t.

“That’d be great. Bye!” You waved back, and bit your lip.

Perfect Nancy was worried about her perfect relationship, what a joke, you thought bitterly. You sank to your knee and retied your shoe, before continuing your journey to the library. 

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JUST IN: Star Quarterback of the Dahlia Ravens, Huxley Floren, has been assigned Student Counsel President Damien Rhone as his math tutor! An explosive pairing, for sure, but let's hope not literally.

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A ligação dos Beatles com o satanismo e os illuminati

Compilação de textos e imagens por Cláudio Tsuyoshi Suenaga Este é apenas uma pequena parte de minha reportagem "O pacto de John Lennon com o Diabo e a seara satânica dos Beatles". Apoie-me no Patreon e tenha acesso exclusivo a este material inédito.

Os 55 anos do lançamento (em 26 de maio de 1967 no Reino Unido e em 2 de junho nos Estados Unidos) de Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band, aquele que é considerado um dos discos que mais revolucionaram não apenas o universo da música, mas o mundo das capas de discos – ao reunir nada menos do que 61 pessoas, a maioria famosas, em uma única cena, sendo que 50 anos depois apenas cinco delas continuam vivas, incluindo dois integrantes da banda (Paul McCartney e Ringo Starr), além dos cantores Bob Dylan e Dion DiMucci e do escultor Larry Bell –, incita-nos a abordar a questão tão cogitada de se os Beatles, em particular John Lennon, fizeram ou não um pacto com o Diabo, assim como admitiram Bob Dylan e muitos outros músicos, para angariar fama, sucesso e dinheiro.

Seja você um beatlemaníaco ou não, veja e leia os quadros que preparei abaixo e tire você mesmo suas próprias conclusões.

Os Beatles em 1961, ainda com o primeiro baterista, Randolph Pete Best, quando começaram a tocar no Cavern Club, em Liverpool. Foto de Dick Matthews.

O nome foi sugerido por Stuart Sutcliffe (1940-1962), primeiro baixista da banda. Stu era admirador da banda Crickets (grilos) de Buddy Holly e sugeriu o nome The Silver Beetles (besouros prateados), depois abreviado para apenas Beetles. Lennon sugeriu que usassem Beatles ao invés de Beetles como uma referência a “beat”, que significa batida ou ritmo.

Ocorre que o besouro ou escaravelho é um antigo símbolo do Antigo Egito. Os egípcios adoravam o besouro por ele ser capaz de, conforme a ciência biológica só descobriu recentemente, guiar-se pelas estrelas. Embora os olhos compostos desse inseto sejam fracos demais para ver estrelas individuais, sabe-se hoje que eles utilizam a luz da Via Láctea para manter o curso.

Aplicando um experimento incomum, biólogos da Universidade de Witwatersrand, na África do Sul, colocaram escaravelhos sob o céu artificial de um planetário local e constataram que a Via Láctea forneceu aos insetos um “compasso de luz”, ajudando-os a seguir em linha reta com o seu “tesouro”, uma bola de estrume. Alguns animais, como as focas, algumas aves e os próprios humanos, usam estrelas para navegação, mas o escaravelho é o primeiro inseto a comprovadamente utilizar a própria galáxia para se orientar.

David Richards, em seu artigo “Os Beatles foram uma criação maçônica”, escreveu: “No filme, The Magical Mystery Tour (A Turnê Misteriosa Mágica), os Beatles usam um bastão mágico para arremessar feitiços sobre membros insuspeitos do público. Bastões mágicos são feitos de árvores santas (por isso Holly-wood) e são o instrumento da magia oculta que tem sua audiência (a populaça) em um transe. O filme exibe vários apertos de mão maçônicos.”

A colagem na capa do álbum Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band (1967) está cheia de simbolismo maçônico-ocultista-satanista-illuminati e traz uma uma hoste inteira de personagens cabalistas, incluindo (a pedido de George Harrison) nada menos do que quatro gurus indianos, entre eles Swami Sri Yukteswar Giri, cujo livro The Holy Science propunha uma "religião única mundial".

Entre as mais de 70 pessoas famosas, há 11 maçons representados, e destes 11, 3 são do grau 33: Karl Marx, H. G. Wells e Aleister Crowley. O avô de Aldous Huxley, Thomas Huxley, ensinou H. G. Wells. Thomas Huxley era um membro da Royal Society of London, que foi fundada em 1660 por maçons, e foi extremamente influenciado por Sir Francis Bacon e seu livro A New Atlantis. H. G. Wells mais tarde foi tutor de Aldous Huxley em Oxford, além de ser o chefe da Inteligência Bntânica (MI6) durante a Segunda Guerra Mundial. Wells apresentou Aldous Huxley a Aleister Crowley (a "Besta 666", co-fundador do Instituto Tavistock) em Berlim em 1930, onde Crowley o introduziu no uso do peyote.

Todos os personagens presentes na capa também são uma referência explícita ao uso de intelectuais, literatos, artistas, estrelas de cinema e todo tipo de celebridades para a manipulação das massas pelo programa de controle mental do Instituto Tavistock e do MK-ULTRA, com destaque para os psicanalistas Sigmund Freud e Carl Jung (que forneceram as bases e a inspiração para o programa de controle mental do Tavistock), Lewis Carroll (cujos livros foram usados pelo Tavistock para programar a mente de crianças), Marilyn Monroe (escrava sexual controlada pelo MK-ULTRA) e Shirley Temple (atriz precoce cujo marido era diretor da Stanford Research Institute, um dos ramos do Tavistock). Na extrema direita inferior da capa, há a boneca de pano de Shirley Temple vestida com um pulôver com os dizeres "Welcome the Rolling Stones". Ha manchas no vestido da boneca que são interpretadas como sendo sangue.

Cabe destacar ainda as figuras de Edgar Allan Poe (autor de contos góticos, satânicos e de demência obsessiva), George Bernard Shaw (co-fundador da Sociedade Fabiana), W. C. Fields (comediante e ator, um dos criadores da comédia burlesca e conhecido por seu mau humor, misantropia - odiava crianças, cães e mulheres - e alcoolismo), Mae West (promotora da "Revolução Sexual" nos anos 1920), Dylan Thomas (ídolo para a geração dos poetas da chamada Geração Beat, autor do altamente revelador poema Illuminati "My World Is Pyramid"), Bob Dylan (que mudou o seu nome em homenagem a Dylan Thomas e confessou ter feito um pacto com o diabo), Stuart Sutcliffe (o quinto Beatle que aos 21 anos, em 10 de abril de 1962, morreu de hemorragia cerebral um dia antes dos Beatles voltarem da Alemanha) e Lenny Bruce (comediante que usava obscenidades para promover a Revolução Cultural dos anos 60). Entre as estátuas, há uma de um gnomo, de Shiva, a deusa da destruição e da transformação, e uma boneca japonesa Fukusuke, deusa xintoísta da fortuna.

O Bebê de Rosemary, roteirizado e dirigido por Roman Polanski em 1968, baseado no romance homônimo de Ira Levin publicado em 1967, e a capa de Imagine, de John Lennon, o segundo álbum de estúdio do ex-beatle John Lennon, gravado e lançado em 1971.

Várias maldições atingiram os que estavam envolvidos no filme O Bebê de Rosemary.

O produtor William Castle, em abril de 1969, é internado com falência renal. Na sala de cirurgia do hospital, testemunhas afirmam tê-lo ouvido delirar dizendo: “Rosemary, pelo amor de Deus, solte esta faca!” No final do filme, após descobrir que seu filho foi resultado do ato sexual com o demônio, Rosemary aparece próxima do berço do amaldiçoado filho, com uma faca, dando a entender que pretende matar a criança.

No mesmo dia, e no mesmo hospital, estava Krysztof Komeda, compositor da trilha sonora do filme e grande amigo do diretor Polanski e de sua esposa, Sharon Tate. Assim como Hutch, o amigo de Rosemary no filme, Komeda também morre por causa de um coágulo no cérebro.

Em agosto do mesmo ano, Sharon Tate, esposa do diretor do filme, é assassinada a facadas por quatro fanáticos liderados pelo lunático Charles Manson, fundador de uma pequena seita satânica reclusa da Califórnia. Assim como Rosemary, Sharon estava grávida. Mais quatro pessoas morreram no ataque ocorrido na casa de Polanski.

Na porta do local, os criminosos escreveram “porco” com o sangue das vítimas. Esse crime ficou conhecido como “Helter Skelter”, nome de uma música dos Beatles (a expressão significa “caos”, “decadência”). Manson era grande fã do quarteto de Liverpool.

A última coincidência, ou não, aconteceu vários anos depois do lançamento do filme, quando John Lennon é assassinado em Nova York bem na porta do prédio onde morava, o Edifício Dakota, o mesmo onde se passava a trama de O Bebê de Rosemary.

O Edifício Dakota, edifício em estilo art nouveau construído entre 1880 e 1884, situado na esquina da 72nd Street e Central Park West, em Manhattan, Nova York, onde os satanistas do filme O Bebê de Rosemary moravam e praticavam seus rituais. John Lennon se mudou justamente para esse edifício em 1973 e bem em frente a ele acabou sendo assassinado por Mark David Chapman em 8 de dezembro de 1980. A viúva de Lennon, Yoko Ono, ainda tem vários apartamentos no mesmo edifício!

Este é apenas uma pequena parte de minha reportagem "O pacto de John Lennon com o Diabo e a seara satânica dos Beatles". Apoie-me no Patreon e tenha acesso exclusivo a este material inédito.