#Geek Tyrant

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#Den of Geek article #amc iwtv s2 #Louis the tyrant OH PLEASE

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as if

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summary: eddie taunts reader daily, but… she kinda likes it? just never does anything about it. not until she has to tutor him, anyway.

pairing: bully!mean!perv!eddie munson x perv!fem reader

word count: 7,901 words

content/warnings: swearing, some angst at the beginning kinda, mention of death (barb), SMUT MDNI (y/n is 18), bully!eddie, mean!eddie, perv!eddie, bully kink (?), dominating, arguing, breeding kink, hate sex, brief masturbation mentions, mocking, teasing, anxiety kinda, spitting, invasion of privacy (eddie goes through her things), eddie’s a dirty lil pantie stealer and sniffer, y/n is a c*m sl*t, bulge kink(?), dacryphilia, groping, choking, daddy kink if you squint real hard, mentions of virginity (y/n is not a virgin), pet names (doll face, princess), degradation (use of slut). i think that’s all pls tell me if i miss anything!

a/n: i have to say tbh i don’t see eddie ever being a bully so this is technically like an au!eddie?…but also… uhhhh very hot. makes my brain wiggle with heat waves so here we are. hope you like it! <3

part two - part three

*

As if.

It’s a simple statement, really, and you meant no harm when you said it. It was just something to be said… that didn’t mean he didn’t hear it though.

That also didn’t mean it didn’t tick him off.

You were surprisingly pretty to be in the geek group, but in the cruel and tyrannical world of high school girls..? Alas, no amount of lip gloss or cute skirts could free you of the fact that you were smart. Not only smart, but a geek. A nerd—who was shy around most—and you got along with nearly all of the teachers because of how well-behaved and intelligent you were. And, on occasion—although you always tried your best to not come off this way—a bit of a know-it-all.

That was the final nail in your coffin, really. Correcting Carol Perkins in American History in front of everyone back in your freshman year. (Her sophomore year and already irritable about having to take a freshman course 2 years in a row). You meant well, but she had it out for you ever since. The tyrant, as it was, made it entirely impossible for you to make your way up the food chain.

So in your sophomore year of high school, back in Autumn of ‘83, you were among the peasants just like him—even as a senior (for the first time). He took a quiet interest in you. You were cute and soft-spoken. You were a sophomore, though, and the fact that you were 15 at the time made the 17 year old scrunch up his nose whenever he remembered. He could still look, though, right? There was no harm in that…

Nancy and Barb took notice of it all pretty quickly. The way that the senior would scan over your outfits everyday. The way that he might’ve smirked a little if you had to bend over to pick something up, simply staring at your behind rather than coming over to get your things for you. The pair would exchange glances that you were adorably unaware of, over his attention that you were also so endearingly oblivious to. One day, they finally burst over it in the hallway, and he overheard.

“I think a senior likes you.” Nancy teased, gripping her Geometry textbook to her chest.

“What?” You had let out a slight laugh, digging through you locker. “What makes you say that?”

“Oh my god, seriously?” Barb interjected. “Aren’t you supposed to be smart? Observant?”

You were all wide-eyed over that, pouty lips opening and then closing as you struggled to find your words before finally landing on a frustrated huff and a simple “Shut up.”

“He stares at you all the time.” Nancy pushed with a teasing smile.

“Like you can talk.” You teased, slamming your locker shut before resting your back against it. “Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington is totally all over you.” You smirked at the way her face instantly heated up.

“I- He- It’s not like that.” She insisted, completely flustered. And while Barb agreed with you, she wasn’t interested in letting you direct the conversation elsewhere.

“Besides he’s just a Junior. The guy who likes you is a Senior.” Nancy tacked on.

“Like there’s really that big of a difference?” You raised a brow.

“There is.” Barb scoffs.

“Well then if it’s such a huge deal… can’t you just tell me who it is?”

“You seriously don’t know?” Barb questioned and the ginger-brunette pair tilted their heads while they looked at you with a sort of exasperated disbelief. You just gave them that wide eyed look again and shrugged your shoulders.

Barb broke first with a scoff and a bright smile. “Eddie Munson. He stares at you all the time.”

Eddie Munson. He wasn’t popular by any means, but he was still a Senior. He was still attractive to you, and could still make an underclassmen blush if he gave them any attention simply because he was older and a little dangerous. He just didn’t show any interest in any of the other younger students, just a little curiosity towards you.

“Eddie Munson?” You had laughed a little, which made him furrow his brows as he listened in just around the corner of the hall at his own locker. You were being dismissive out of nerves, not out of any sort of malicious intent, but that’s not how he took your tone. After all, he was a cynical man.

“As if.”

*

After that he was a bit bitter towards you. Then he was a little mean. And then he was just plain cruel. He was an asshole. He was a bully.

Since his interest being pointed out to you, you occasionally glanced over at him to see if he really was staring. But he either acted like you didn’t exist, or whenever his gaze did meet yours the corners of his lips turned down and his brow frowned with disgust before looking elsewhere.

When Barb went missing, you and Nancy were temporarily joined at the hip in your efforts to figure out what happened. Then one day Nancy went cold on you. Started making excuses and hardly speaking to you otherwise. You didn’t understand, finding yourself completely alone as you scattered “Missing Person” posters all over Hawkins.

You had no idea what happened with Barb at the time and still had no clue what happened with your friendship with Nance to this very day. Maybe the loss was too much. Maybe Nancy couldn’t handle the reminder of your perfect trio. She was always closer to Barb than you. Maybe Barb missing and then turning up dead made it too difficult for her to face you. Maybe she was all caught up in two guys being completely obsessed with her, which admittedly made you a little jealous.

Soon enough you seemed to be completely off one another’s radars. It made high school even lonelier for you. You eventually found some new friends in other corners of the “Smart Kids” lunch table, but it was never like it was with Nancy and Barb.

So by the time he started getting a little mean, there wasn’t really anyone to protect you. Your new friends were skittish around the metalhead. Nance and Barb would’ve stood up for you once, but that support system was obliterated back in ‘83.

So when he shoved past you in the halls later in your sophomore year, no one gave it any thought. When he was pulling your hair in your Junior year then acting all innocent when you turned around to confront him, still no one cared. Now in your Senior year—and him in his third—whenever you thought he couldn’t be worse, he proved you wrong and did so with a devilish grin.

He pulled your hair. He tripped you. He stood behind you in line at lunch and would flip up the back of your skirt. He smacked your books out of your hands. He openly mocked you while leaning back in his chair at lunch with that smug look on his face. He mimicked your contributions in class under his breath, knowing you’d hear him and trip over your words. He snuck filthy messages into your locker that made your face burn with embarrassment and disgust—disgust for him and for the way his perverted words made your thighs press together. He would speed up whenever you were walking or biking home just to scare the shit out of you. He would take any opportunity to shove you or throw things at you or press his body up against yours in a derisive and vulgar manner—especially in gym class. He would “playfully” hump you from behind and nearly knock you over whenever you bent over and there was no teacher paying attention. Or spank you. Or pinch your ass.

He was horrible. Disgusting. Obnoxious. Crude. Vile. He made you go home with tears in your eyes most days, but the worst part was how much you liked the attention. You hated yourself for it. You wished you were running to the nearest adult to tell them every last thing he did to you. You wished you were standing up to him and calling him a disgusting pig in front of everyone which surely would’ve pulled out some “Ooo”s and maybe even some of the Seniors that hated him would’ve joined in. Maybe even had your back, even if it was temporary.

But you didn’t because by now when he pulled your hair, you had to refrain from whimpering or moaning. When he tripped you, you thought of the things he could do to you now you were already on your hands and knees. When he flipped up your skirt you always gasped and shoved him away, secretly hoping he’d do it again—even starting to wear only your cutest pairs of panties to school. When he smacked your books out of your hands, you actually liked that it was him causing you to bend over or get on your knees to collect your things again. When he decided to mock you from over at his spot at lunch, you got butterflies from the way he said your name and the way his dimples sunk into his cheeks. When he mimicked you in class, you tripped over your words because his voice and tangible presence got you all flustered and hot. When you got to your locker, you secretly hoped to see the torn off corner of some notebook page flutter onto the floor with the most obscene words. When he sped up to scare you, you thought about screaming something so bold at him that he would screech to a halt and reverse before telling you to get in his van, now.

You liked when he threw things at you like balled up paper to your cheek in class or a basketball to your side in gym. You liked when he shoved you or pressed against you because in his attempts to intimidate you with his touch and his proximity, it made your knees weak. You liked how he pinched your ass or gave it a little smack when you bent over and your teacher wasn’t looking. And you loved when he would thrust up against you whenever you were bent over and there was no teacher around at all, because his bulge pressed up against you (even while he was laughing devilishly) made you ache.

He was so utterly horrible to you, and yet when you found yourself grinding on your hand at night on top of your pink, white and yellow quilt—you were thinking about him and how mean he was. You were thinking about how mean he would be as he fucked you. Taunting you and teasing you and mocking you. You spasmed around your fingers and choked down your cries at the thought of him bullying your cunt.

It was all a fantasy, though. He never interacted with you longer than a few seconds, and was always with him in control. If you walked up to him and told him you wanted him to fuck you like the bully he was, he probably would’ve died laughing right before your eyes and told everyone he knew about your embarrassing lust for the guy who made your life a living hell. But now you were being cornered into spending time with him, and being faced with a real-life scenario where you were together made your palms sweat.

“I know he’s a difficult young man, but if you tutor him I’ll figure something out with the principal. Some sort of extra credit maybe.”

“There’s no one else that could tutor him?” You choked out, nerves on edge. Ms. O’Donnell gave you a sympathetic smile and shook her head.

“All busy.”

Busy, my ass you wanted to huff out. They were probably all avoiding him like the plague. O’Donnell was desperate to get his grade up and get him out of the damn school, which you didn’t blame her for, but god… why you?

“Okay…” You relented, a sad twitch for a smile when she sighed in relief and thanked you incessantly.

“I’ve already spoken to him about needing a tutor, I’ll let him know the good news, okay?”

You nodded with a meek “okay,” and tried to go on with the rest of your day as if you weren’t wracked with fear, excitement, concern over your excitement. You were on edge all day, and nearly jumped out of you seat when you were called to the office over the speakers about 5 minutes to the end of your last class. You swallowed anxiously, collecting your things and trying to ignore the “ooo”s over you being summoned to the principal’s office—assuming you were in trouble.

You trudged towards your destination, pausing when you spotted him slack in one of the chairs by the front desk that he frequented more than anyone else. You considered running in the opposite direction and making up some lie to Ms. O’Donnell the next day, but then Mrs. White beamed at you after happening to glance away from her clunky typewriter.

“Miss Y/L/N! Come on in, dear.” She spoke cheerfully in a way that went through you sideways. Eddie’s eyes shot up to you, smirking around the fingernail he was chewing at and clearly considering spitting it at you if Mrs. White hadn’t been paying attention. You toyed with the ends of your sleeves anxiously, listening to Mrs. White discuss the details Ms. O’Donnell had ready. What topics to go over (which was just about everything). How many times per week she wanted you to tutor him (at least once/week). The only thing left out was when and where.

“Oh that’s up to you two, hon.” She chirped. “Just compare your schedules.”

“It’s not in school? With a teacher around?” You questioned anxiously, but she was oblivious to your worries.

“Nope, no need for supervision. We like to give the tutors space from the teachers while they work with others, we find that the students that need help take to that better.”

“Sure do.” Eddie spoke up, and you nearly flinched at how close he sounded. You glanced over and he must’ve just gotten out of the hard plastic chair cause he was slightly leaned back to give his body a stretch causing his chest to puff out a little, his hands moving to rest by his hips as he tugged his jeans up.

“What? Scared of me ‘r somethin’?” He whispered playfully, a hand moving up to rest over his heart as he feigned offense before his act melted away to show his usual smirk. He winked at you, and you swallowed nervously as you looked back at Mrs. White again who was blissfully unaware of his malevolence.

“So here you go… those worksheets and… a time sheet.” The woman grinned as she placed the last paper on top before sliding everything over. “You just have to add the dates that you study together, and you both have to sign each time. Ms. O’Donnell said writing a quick synopsis of what you went over would be nice too, but not necessary. The most important thing is seeing a difference in Mr. Munson’s grades.”

“Sounds good to me, Pam.” Eddie smiled at Mrs. White whose sunny demeanor sunk into a more serious expression while you put the papers away neatly in one of your folders.

“What have we talked about, Mr. Munson? Use my first name again and you’ll find your butt in detention this Saturday for such disrespect. Again.”

He puts his hands up as if apologizing for his actions, but he was still grinning ear to ear. Mrs. White eyed him with a tight lipped scowl, then looked at you.

“Good luck.”

You were gonna need it.

*

The ride to your house in his rusty van was surprisingly quiet beyond his music. You were on edge which he enjoyed like always, but he was clearly saving the torment for when he was inside your home. You wished your parents were home, even if they were tucked away in another room, but they were both gone for the weekend to attend your Aunt’s wedding. Not that you’d let him know that.

“We’ll be studying in the dining room. And no funny business. My dad’s in his office and he doesn’t like being disturbed while he’s working.” You lied seamlessly, making your way over to the dining table, Eddie lazily sauntering along.

“Oo does daddy have a temper?” He teased in a whisper. “Gonna come out and spank you if you bother him too much?”

He gave you a mocking pout and your face scrunched up with irritation.

“Just sit so we can get this over with.”

“I’m sorry are you under the false impression that you’re in charge here, doll face?” He questioned, keeping his anger mostly disguised by his inquisitive tone.

“Well, I’m the tutor so-“ You scoff out, avoiding looking at him as you pulled all of your study materials from your bag.

“Yeah and that means something to me because…?” He drew out his last word as he spun on his heels and casually walked away.

“I- what-“ You sputtered. “What are you doing?”

“You know it’s awfully rude to have a guest and not give them a tour of the place.” He spoke casually, grabbing the ends of picture frames hanging on the walls to get a better look at them before letting them drop back again. You were hot on his heels, fixing every frame he left crooked. He paused at a picture of you from camp in a bikini with some of the friends you made that summer, smug and sucking at his teeth a little as he eyed the image of you.

“Real cute…still got it?” He looked over at you, his hair shifting over his shoulder as he eyed you. “Wanna model it for me? Make all this worth my while?”

Your cheeks were starting to turn pink.

“We have to study.”

“Eh.” He shrugs, and looks over to spot the staircase behind him. He slunk around the corner and made his way up the carpeted steps.

“Hey- hey! You’re not allowed up there!” You shout after him, rushing to follow after him. He was already on the second floor when he turned and shushed you.

“Don’t wanna make daddy angry, right? He’s hard at work if I’m remembering correctly.” He whispered with a joking concern for your father’s focus who wasn’t even here, and you worried he knew that. He continued on along the hallway and you stayed behind him, wishing there was something you could do to get him to stop. He opened doors along the way, inspecting the interior with a mild curiosity. The upstairs bathroom. Your parent’s room. The spare bedroom. Then-

“Ah, here we are.” Your bedroom at the end of the hall.

“Please get out of my room.” You pleaded, but he continued on his quest. He looked at the makeup on your vanity, toppling some of the products over like a careless cat before moving on. He toyed with any photos in your room, sniffed at the perfume bottles on your dresser.

“Eddie-“ You started, clenching your jaw as he found the perfume you wore the most often and sprayed some of it on the crotch of his jeans. Then he just kept a hold on it as he waltzed around your room, spraying it several times just to waste your favorite product.

“That’s rude.” You spoke up, your lips pouting slightly. He snickered at your comment, how you sounded like a wronged child.

“Aw well if you need to touch up your perfume at all, you know where to get it.” He grinned, pointing to his groin before continuing to go through your things. The concept was strange but still made you clench simply from the thought of having to rub at his bulge to get something you wanted. He didn’t waste that much of your fragrance, but the idea was still burning in your mind.

He muttered disapproving comments at the posters on your walls and the cassettes he rummaged through until he got bored. You were nervous about interfering even as he invaded your privacy, until he was opening your top drawer to go through your panties and bras.

“Hey! That’s too far!” You gasp, rushing over to slam the drawer closed again. He shoved you back and opened it again.

“Quit being so fucking uptight.”

“Quit going through things that don’t belong to you!” You talked back which was still surprising him every time you did, but certainly didn’t let it show.

“Yeah well quit pissing me off before I put you in your fucking place.” He seethes, giving you an angry warning look that felt like fire all over you. You wanted to cry, to tell him to stop being so mean to you, but it would be useless. You’d just end up feeling pathetic as he laughed over your misery. You just had to stand there and watch as he kept going through your underwear drawer.

“Ooh, cute. I don’t think I’ve seen these yet.” He clicked his tongue and blew out an impressed breath as he held up a black lacy number. “‘d love to leave some stains on these for you, doll face.”

“You’re disgusting.” You blurt out, but the thought of his cum spurting onto your new pair of panties made you feel warm. He smirked at your frustration, tucking the underwear into his pocket.

“Those are new!”

He shrugs, shoving the drawer closed again with enough careless force to knock over a picture frame perched on top. He doesn’t seem to care until he’s spinning around with his finger pointed at you and that wicked look on his face.

“You know what, though? You bring up a great point.” He tugs the lace from his pocket and holds it up to his nose before letting out a disappointed sigh. “Now that’s a problem. Still smell like whatever cutesy store you got ‘em from.”

You have a moment of hope that he’s trying to be nice and provide an opportunity to give them back to you, even if he’s going about it in a dirty way. But that doesn’t last long, even when he’s tossing them back to you.

“Why don’t you put ‘m on for me, huh? Then when you give ‘em to me on my way out I’ll have proof of how fucking wet I get you.” He spoke so smoothly as he got closer to you, that it almost blanketed the filth of his words as something soft or even sweet.

“As if.” You scoff out in a huff, and there’s a fury to his gaze that you don’t understand.

“Yeah… as if.” He murmurs darkly, getting closer to you. You swallow nervously and take a step back. “Cause fuck me, right? I’m just some good-for-nothing asshole who you wouldn’t give the time of day. Not a priss like you.”

“I-I’m not a-“

“Oh dad!” He’s suddenly shouting at the top of his lungs in a sing-song manner, his body whipped around to face your doorway, and your eyes go wide.

“Stop-“

“Hey! I just wanna meet Mr. Y/L/N! Spending time with your lovely daughter!” He spoke with a passionate respect that you knew was coming from a hateful place. He had gone to your doorframe and was listening for any kind of response. A verbal acknowledgement. The sound of steps or creaking floorboards to tell him there was actually going to be someone to confront him.

His grin became devious as he went to the steps again. “Hello?” He calls, dragging out that last vowel.

“Will you quit it!” You hiss, tears prickling at your eyes now at the thought of him realizing you were all alone. Just you and him. And that you had lied to him.

He was turning around, sure now that the only people in this house were you and him. His dimples were pushing into his cheeks again as he sucked at his teeth, approaching you at the doorway to your bedroom like a cocky killer. The kind that you saw in horror movies that knew they had their prey cornered and could have some fun with it.

Out of nerves and a need to keep a barrier between the two of you, you took a quick step back and went to slam your door shut so you could lock it, but he got there in time to stop in with an outstretched arm. He pushed it open so harshly that you were sure there would be a dent in your wall where the doorknob was forced into it.

God, you couldn’t stand the way he looked right now. So proud. So smug. That shit-eating grin that told you he knew he was winning. That fury from before still lingering. He noticed the gloss to your eyes and tuts as a mocking pout reaches his lips.

“Upset about somethin’, doll? Someone got you all worked up?”

You huff out your nose, your lips screwed into a frown and your eyes still stinging with unshed tears.

“You’re so… so… mean! I hate you!” You shout, and without even realizing it you had stomped your foot at your last statement. It makes him pause, his expression unreadable for a moment as he considers everything until it all lands on amusement. He crosses his arms over his chest, grin wild and his hair flowing with him as he tilts his head with intrigue.

“Did you just stomp your foot at me, princess?” He teases, and your face feels so hot you wonder if he can see the flush of pink even through your foundation. He can. You refuse to answer him, fighting back the urge to fully cry in front of him. He’s getting closer though until he’s brushing up against you and looking down at you. God, he’s so warm.

“Aw… such a sensitive girl. Look at you.” He murmurs as he continues backing you two up until you’re pressed against the wall, one of those posters he disapproved of crinkling against your hair. He’s making fun of you like always but there’s a softness around the edges of his words. Blurred by a desire to do just about anything to you. He reaches his hand up to drag the pad of his thumb over your pouty lower lip before bringing his hand down to grasp you by your chin.

“Bet your pussy’s just as responsive as the rest of ya, huh?” He whispers as he makes you look up at him. Your nostrils flare momentarily and you keep looking up at him but you still won’t speak and you still won’t let those tears fall.

“I bet your cunt is just as weepy. All hot and wet when I’m fucking you into shape.”

You bite the inside of your cheek to refrain from whimpering or letting your lips part for a soft sigh. Anything that would confirm how badly you want him to figure out just how right he is. But then his anger flares back up as he’s gripping your jaw now, squeezing just enough to make it uncomfortable.

“Speak when you’re spoken to.” He demands in a low voice with a sort of growl to it that makes your knees weak. You part your lips as you consider answering him like you’re told, and he raises his brows while waiting. Then, in a brazen defiance, you spit in his face instead.

He’s so solid it’s almost like he doesn’t care. Not a flinch or a crack in his demeanor. Then he’s moving his hand from your jaw to your throat and gripping onto it enough that you gasp.

“I’ve been spat on my whole fucking life, you think that’s gonna make a difference here, princess? Think that’s gonna make me respect you? Think you’re brave?”

Your hands reach up to rest over his on your neck, a mewl vibrating from the back of your throat. He leans in closer to your face, your lips parting wider as he tightens his grip.

“It just makes me think you’re stupid.” He finishes before spitting directly into your open mouth. He’s releasing you from his grip right after, wiping your saliva from his cheek while you catch your breath. A soft moan escapes you before you can keep it at bay and his inflated ego is tangible. He’s eyeing you with a sort of amazed intrigue that pulls him back to you, his arms lifting to place his hands on the wall on either side of your head.

“You like it, don’t you?” He laughs and you shake your head furiously, but he isn’t buying it. “You could’ve gotten my ass suspended—hell, even expelled—ages ago. And yet…?”

“I just felt bad that you’re such a fucking idiot.“

“Dirty girl.” He hisses inward through his teeth as if burned by your words, but you were just egging him on.

“Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?” He wondered in a soft tone, hand back to your jaw as you stayed quiet. “Will you kiss daddy with that mouth?” He added with a lazy grin, exuding dominance and arrogance.

You became a little slack jawed at the implication, and he was on you. Hand still on your jaw, he pressed his lips to yours. You feigned protest at first with a few kicks and smacks, but then he had your wrists pinned against the wall and you sunk into the kiss. He kept you pinned for a few moments, until he was sure you were relaxed. He dropped his hands down to completely engulf your waist in his arms, and keep you pressed against him. The kiss was filthy with anger-fueled lust and slips of moans on your end and grunts from his.

“I hate you.” You whispered in between kisses, his hands moving to grip your ass now.

“Yeah you do.” He chuckled proudly against your lips before beginning to trail his lips down your jaw to your neck. Your eyes fluttered closed, hands settled on his muscular back as he sucked and bit at your neck, messy hair tickling you. More sounds slipped from you with no attempt to hold them back, a teary whimper hanging on your lips after he bit down on your neck hard enough to pull a yelp from you.

“Gonna mark you all up…” He muttered against your skin, making your head swirl.

“Gonna have you walking into school and have everyone know who you belong to.” He pulled back now, breathless and his full lips all pink with attention. His eyes were dark with lust, and it all made you whimper. The sound made him laugh in disbelief.

“Yeah? Such a slut. Bet you can’t wait to walk in with my hickeys all over you. Might even fuck you in the back of my van beforehand. Make you go to class full of my cum.”

You almost can’t believe him or yourself as you nod your head dumbly with a desperate pout. He groans at the sight and pulls you to him again, his lips back on yours as his hands reach down to hook under your thighs and lift you up. You’re quick to wrap your legs around his waist, a soft cry escaping when he starts grinding against you. He’s so hard and feels so pressed into his jeans, you’re both afraid and alight at the thought of just how big he probably is.

Eddie made his way over towards your bed until his legs made contact with your bed frame. He pulled away from the kiss to drop you on the bed carelessly. You lifted your torso up by digging your elbows back into your mattress, legs bent up at the knee and parted for him while you watched him undo his belt. He noticed you staring, and his gaze traveled along your form. Your knit sweater. Your pleated skirt.

“Take that shit off.” He said with a slight jut of his chin in the direction of your top, hands paused at the waist of his jeans and boxers. You hesitated at first, mostly at his hesitation to pull down his bottoms, but also out of nerves that your body wouldn’t be good enough. He made fun of you for just about everything. Surely he would tease you for that too.

“Did I fucking stutter?” His voice rose just a touch, his expression showing his impatience. At that your eyes went a bit wide again, and you lifted your sweater over your head and then the t-shirt you had on underneath. His hand was under his undone jeans, palming himself through his boxers as he looked over your naked torso.

“Bra too.” He murmured, and your nerves subsided from the way he looked at you. It was all hunger and lust and some impatience, but that was common. But no mockery. He wasn’t gearing up to make fun of your body cause he’s been waiting to see it. It was even better than he imagined, and he stopped a groan in his throat when you unclasped your bra and put it off to the side.

“Fuck…” He sighed out, squeezing his hard cock in his fist. You arched your back, which he initially enjoyed, until he realized your hand was moving to unzip the back of your skirt.

“Hey.” His harsh tone broke through, his free hand slapping your thigh. “Did I say take the skirt off?”

Your lips parted, and he jerked his head forward with a wide, frustrated gaze. It was as if he was saying “Hello? Earth to Y/N?”

He rolled his eyes as you shook your head no, and moved your hands away. He muttered under his breath and settled himself between your legs before deciding you weren’t close enough. His hands grasped your thighs to pull you closer, a surprised giggle bubbling in your chest from the action. He didn’t acknowledge it because he was trying to not let it show that it made him want to smirk. Just like when you get all teary-eyed. Or stomp your feet. Or finally get enough nerve to talk back. Even getting a giggle out of you made him smug, despite the fact that he had only ever seemed to enjoy making you miserable.

Eddie flips your skirt up onto your stomach, licking his lips at the sight of the light blue cotton panties he had already seen in the lunch line today. He finally tugged his jeans and boxers down below his balls, and started pumping his dick in his hand. Your nerves lit up at the sight of it—thick and with a bit of a curve to it. You wanted to see more of him, but the likelihood of that was slim to none. He enjoyed the control he had in this relationship, and that meant he liked having you almost completely naked in front of him while he was practically still dressed. He smirked as pre-cum beaded up on his tip and let it drip onto the fabric of your underwear. He dipped down to drag his tip along your covered slit to make a mess of your panties with his pre-cum. You inhaled sharply at the feeling, biting the inside of your lip whenever he nudged your clit.

“I like these panties…” You complained, knowing how much better it would be for him to ruin a pair of underwear you love.

“Aw…” He tutted, leaning over you as he mimicked the pout on your lips. “Don’t tell me that cause then I might have to cum all over them. ‘N I thought you wanted it inside.”

You mewled again, nodding your head which he mimicked too. The little shake of your head, the sound you made.

“Such a whiny, needy girl.” He said as if he cared. He hooked a finger under your panties and tugged at them, fighting the fabric over your legs one handed before holding them up to his nose. His eyes were trained on the sight of your sopping pussy as he breathed in, his cock twitching in his fist. He cursed under his breath, only pulling the fisted cloth away to stuff into his back pocket. His now free hand moved forward to drag his fingers through your slit, proud to feel how soaked and puffy you were already.

“You a virgin, doll?” He purred, tilting his head with a sickeningly sweet grin, the curled corners of his lips devilish. It was saccharine and mean. He figured you’d say yes because no one at school seemed to want you, but then you shook your head.

You lost your virginity at that summer camp you were at in the picture he was ogling earlier. It was awkward and felt strange, and you didn’t have much experience beyond that, but you weren’t a virgin. You thought he’d like you better this way anyways, already ready for him to fuck, but it ticked him off.

“No?” He asked, pushing two thick fingers into your cunt and making you gasp. The pressure on that sweet spot right at your entrance was buzzing with pleasure, but it still ached a little. “Guess you’re the little slut I always thought you were, hm?”

He was pushing his fingers in deep and curling them up into that spongy spot that made you whine and your thighs tremble.

“Who is he?” Eddie urged, his expression back to the irritation you were familiar with. You weren’t answering, all of your focus on his thick fingers and the rings that adorned them pinching the edge of your entrance.

“Who. Is. He?” He repeated, moving his face a bit closer to yours in bursts with every word, his head tilting to the left then to the right then back to the left to punctuate his words. He was slowing it down for you like you were dumb, and his fingers stopped moving—all of this making you huff.

“No one-“ You whine hopelessly, and he was starting to pull his hand away but you shot yours out to grip his wrist and keep his fingers deep between your legs. “No one, no one important.” You continued. “It was at summer camp, he’s not even from here. Please-“ you nearly sobbed, and it was enough to make the man groan as he leaned over you.

“Oh… please what, doll face?” He murmured, hand that had just been wrapped around his dick sinking the mattress down beside your head.

“Please- please don’t stop.” You whimper softly and he smiles sweetly down at you while pulling his hand away anyways. It was just for a second, enough to make you want to cry, but then he was plunging them back into your fluttering hole again. He added a third finger, barely giving you even enough time to enjoy the first two, the stretch making your lips part a little.

“God, you’re desperate.” He snorted, his hand angling a bit differently to let his thumb catch your clit. He watched with pride as your head tilted back and your back arched. Your thighs kept twitching and your walls were clamping down around his fingers more and more—he could tell you were close.

“Eddie…” You drawled, breath catching as your body braced itself for the mind-altering pleasure of your orgasm, but just as you approached the top—he pulled his hand away. You let out a distressed cry that made him laugh. He cooed at you, his hand that had been pumping his cock moving to rest on your cheek. Knowing where it had been made it even better, made it filthier. It made you wonder how many times he had just touched his dick before touching you.

“That’s for letting some random loser fuck you.” He whispered after leaning down so close that his nose was occasionally brushing against yours.

“‘m sorry…” You whine, tears of pleasure and pain having already slid down from your eyes and back towards your ears—leaving your hair damp and cold.

“You’re sorry, what?” He urged, nudging his tip against your folds.

“I’m sorry I let someone else take my virginity.” You were a blubbering mess, teary-eyed and needy.

“You’re gonna make up for it, though, right?” He purred, his tip already pressing into you and you nodded enthusiastically with a cry, your hips twitching forward.

“That’s my girl.”

Your lips parted, your lower lip quivering when he pushed into you until his hips were flush with your ass. You let out a sort of choked whimper and he groaned.

“Fuck you’re tight…” He sighed with content, sliding back before sinking back in until his tip was kissing your cervix. “Not even a virgin and I’m still gonna have to work to split this cunt open, huh?”

He was grinning again over that, over the grip your walls had on him from such a foreign stretch. It ached in the best way possible except for the occasional thrust that pinched and made you yelp out a small “ow.”

“S-so big… you’re so big…” You babble, your mind fuzzy. Your pupils were all blown out and you watched him fuck into you like it was the best dream you ever had. You eventually tilt your head back, letting out a happy hum as your hips push outward to feel him as deeply and as harshly as possible. He mimicked the sounds you made and the expressions you made from his thick cock hitting all the right places and stretching you enough that you knew you were going to be sore. All day tomorrow you were going to get brief pangs of aching that would remind you of how full you were of Eddie. Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. He was all you could focus on, and you didn’t even realize you had been whimpering his name over and over under your breath until he made fun of you for it.

“Fuck you.” You huffed defensively, only for his amusement to bolster.

“Ha!” He cackled right in your face as you looked up at him with glossy eyes, pink cheeks and pouty lips. “Already are, sweetheart.”

Soon enough your sounds annoyed him though, especially the more demanding they got. Harder. Faster. Slower. More. Please. So he flipped you over onto your stomach and had his hand on your head to press your cheek into the mattress as he mounted you again—all with a casual “God, just shut up.”

At this new angle he was driving into you with a force that reverberated throughout your whole body every time he slammed into your cervix or that gushy part of you. You felt dizzy and breathless, every stroke of his cock against your ridged walls shooting off sparks. After being so close just from his hand to now, you were steadily approaching an orgasm again—just praying he’d let you keep it this time. He must’ve noticed because his free hand was reaching down to rub your clit. Your eyelids fluttered, a sob being muffled by the comforter you were biting down on. The sound of skin smacking, the tired springs of your bed squeaking, Eddie’s panting and grunting, the chain of his wallet clinking every now and then, the wet and pornographic sound of his cock plunging in and out of your pussy—it all seemed so loud for a second and then felt muffled the next as you came undone around him. You moaned out his name, whimpering cries on the tail end. You could feel your walls fluttering around him, clamping down and then blossoming back open then clamping down again in a mind-swirling rhythm.

“That’s a good girl…” He purred in a way that might’ve been too sweet from him if it wasn’t laced with a condescending tone. “Gonna cum in you, ‘kay?”

“Uh-huh-“ You moan, body aching as he picks up the pace again, fingers tangled in your hair with a painful grip. You can’t see him, but his head is tilted back completely blissed out as he fucks into you. You felt amazing, even better than he imagined which was pretty damn astonishing considering the pedestal he already had your pussy on in his imagination. He was so close, and a brief thought of getting you pregnant nearly sent him over the edge. He was mean. So fucking mean. That was the most devious thing he could do. Fill you up and make you all round with his kid.

“Shit-“ He pants out. “Gonna fill you up, babe.”

“Please-“ You beg, pulling an incredulous chuckle from him.

“Such a good girl… always take everything I give her.” He breathes out, leaning down to trap your body between him and your bed, his hand moving your hair away from your face. “Takes everything I give her at school, and she’s gonna take everything I give her in her bed, isn’t that right?”

“Yes, please-“ You sob, gasping out with the next few sharp thrusts against you until there was this warm feeling blooming inside you as he groaned against your back. He gave a few more thrusts after cumming inside, letting out happy puffs of air. You remembered how content that guy was when he unloaded into his condom inside you in camp. That blissful look on his face before he pecked your lips then lied next to you. Eddie didn’t bother with a condom, didn’t press a little peck to your lips and he wasn’t so quick to pull out either. When you squirmed a little he shifted so he was pushed up deeper into you, pulling a gasp from you which made him smirk against your skin.

Eventually he leaned up to bite your shoulder and then he slid out of you. You were still a little out of it, purring out a whiny hum as you nuzzled your quilt. Your legs were still spread and slightly bent up while you laid there on your stomach, and as he adjusted his softening dick back into his boxers he saw his cum slowly started to seep out of you and onto your comforter. Ever the gentleman, once his pants were zipped back up and his belt was buckled he landed his palm on your ass cheek and turned you over as you huffed over the action.

“See you Monday.”

“But we… we have to…” You fought to find your words through the haze. Study. You had to study.

“Bye, doll face!” He called out as he made his way downstairs.

You pouted a little, wanting to beg him to come back and stay with you. Maybe even go another round, but you were so spent that you just laid there.

When you got your energy back enough to force you to get up, you went to pee and clean yourself up before heading downstairs. Unsure of what to do with yourself, you made your way over to your backpack and you spotted the writing on the time sheet. A smile tugged at your lips. Instead of the date he wrote his phone number, and for the synopsis of today’s tutoring session he wrote “sex ed” with a winky face, and then signed where he was supposed to.

God, you were so fucked. And you were going to need a new time sheet.

#eddie munson smut #mean!eddie munson #bully!eddie munson #perv!eddie munson #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x yn #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson #eddie munson stranger things #stranger things smut

[abbysbug]

— Dinosaur Museum

Pairing; Ellie Williams x GN!Reader

Summary: You take Ellie to a dinosaur museum, giving her the chance to unload all her nerdy dinosaur facts on you.

a/n: this is also the chance to unload all my nerdy facts on you :3

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"Babe, this is gonna be the best day of your life, I promise." Ellie excitedly pulled you through the gate of the dinosaur museum. You giggled as Ellie's eyes lit up at the sight of the dinosaur exhibition. There were large statues of dinosaurs at the entrance, and towards the back, you could see dinosaur bones encased in display cases. Her grip around your hand tightened and she pointed towards one of the statues. "That's a Stegosaurus. They were herbivorous and lived in the late Jurassic period. Their fossils have been found in North America and Portugal. People used to think they had two brains but that was just a myth that started in the 1870s." Ellie explained "Whoever believed that myth had to be stupid. Two brains? What idiots." You laughed and shook your head at your girlfriend's words, "You would've believed it too" She gasped and pulled away from you, "Are you calling me stupid?"

You shrugged, walking towards a large statue of a T-Rex, "Take it as you want." Ellie decided to ignore your comment as she noticed the dinosaur statue you'd walked up to.

"What's this one, Els?" "You don't know what a Tyrannosaurus Rex is?" She raised an eyebrow.

You rolled your eyes, "I'm giving you the chance to be a nerd, nerd."

Ellie let out a soft "Hmph" before starting her ramble.

"Well, that's a Tyrannosaurus which lived in the Cretaceous period. Their name means 'tyrant lizard' because well, you know, they were cruel and are reptiles. Strangely enough, they aren't considered to be in the same family as lizards, so I have no idea why they're called a lizard."

You hummed, "Why do they have tiny ass arms?"

"It's believed they were used to attack prey that were close to them." Ellie shrugged, "They look pretty stupid with those arms, if you ask me."

You laughed. It did look pretty stupid.

Ellie gasped and ran towards another statue. You assumed it was some water dinosaur due to the large flippers.

"These plesiosaurus are so fucking cool!" Ellie was almost jumping up and down with excitement. "They're called a Liopleurodon which lived in the Jurassic period. They were huge. The biggest one found was 17 meters long. They must have been terrifying. I know I would've shitted my pants if I saw one."

"Ellie, you shit your pants while watching scary TikToks. Everything scares you."

"Oh, okay, whatever." She rolled her eyes, "That was one time. Leave me alone."

It was not, in fact, one time, but you let it go. You'll tease her about it another time.

Ellie spent another three hours explaining facts about each statue in the museum. And you had to admit, it was cute seeing your girlfriend this excited over dinosaurs.

After she had finished ramble about the last dinosaur in the museum, she turned to you with an grin on her face.

"Wasn't that so super fun?" She joyfully asked.

You grinned, kissing her forehead. "It was so super fun watching you geek out."

"Now you can take me to a space museum and listen to me geek out there!"

You laughed, "Another day, baby."

Your brain was not built to take hours of information all at once.

Ellie pouted, but you gave her a quick kiss on the lips, turning her pout into a smile.

She was your little nerdy girl.

#melposts #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams fanfic #jamieposts #ellie williams #ellie williams tlou #ellie williams x y/n #ellie tlou #ellie williams x you #ellie the last of us #tlou ellie #ellie x you #ellie x reader #ellie x y/n

[y-rhywbeth2]

Hello I love bane totally normal amounts, so do you have any favorite fun (or fucked up) trivia facts about my emotional support god of tyranny?

I might've mentioned some of this before, but here's some trivia (and sometimes my musings upon it):

He has absolutely no indoor voice when he's excited. -

If you're invited to pray with the Banites and refuse, expect Bane to curse you with constant debilitating pain that prevents you from being able to cast spells (too much pain to concentrate) or fight, or walk very fast. This doesn't go away until you get a cleric to cast remove curse on you. If you do join them in honouring the Black Lord then your alignment will magically switch to lawful evil and you basically convert to Banite on the spot (if you're a priest then your god fires you immediately and won't take you back); this is either 1e nonsense or a sign of Bane brainwashing you, and either is just as likely. -

He - in his own words - has an "ever-gnawing hunger for miracles and wonder". He also has 10 levels of wizard, which might tie into that. -

He seems to have a monster making hobby. There are so many monsters and monster variants that have been copyrighted by Bane it's ridiculous: banedead, baneguard, baneliches, banelar nagas... I'm pretty sure that Bane is actually credited with creating the beholders ("eye tyrants") of Toril, though I don't have the time to go looking for a source on that.

Either way; he has a lot of beholders in his service. -

I'm pretty sure I remember something about his inventing his own traps during his stay at Zhentil Keep, so there might be an engineering hobby in there somewhere. -

He's a nerd about human biology and geeks out about blood cells and neuroscience - not that he'd admit it because the idea of being thrilled by mortality terrifies him (also I think he just hates positive emotions in general). Before the Time of Troubles he used to enjoy possessing mortals as hosts instead of manifesting avatars, which would presumably allow him to experience what they did and geek out about it while pretending he wasn't (although he didn't look after them very well and inevitably ran them into the ground - basic human needs are beneath him). -

He seems to like using black and red lightning of some sort as a kind of signature. -

(...I think this guy would be very happy as a supervillain living in his secret lab somewhere, performing mad scientist experiments as he plots to take over the world.) -

His domain can be annoying to pin down, because technically it started off in the plane of Acheron, but he's also supposed to be rooming with Loviatar and Bhaal in the Barrens of Doom and Despair in Gehenna, so who knows! -

He has a pet raven called Koravis, who he has a mild telepathic connection with. This raven is actually a fiend in the shape of a raven, but that pretty much just means he has an evil pet raven.

It's been stated that in his mortal life his character class was Blackguard - or an evil paladin, in 5e terms, dedicated to the service of evil powers. I suspect his patron was his master, the primordial Maram, who he served as a battle slave. As the evil pet raven is a Blackguard class feature (fiendish servant) I suspect he had Koravis when he was mortal. The bird/fiend was likely given to him by Maram (much like a warlock's pact familiar comes from their patron) and I guess the bird stuck with the winner. -

He managed to piss off the earth goddess Chauntea at one point, trying to destroy her sacred pools/portals in the Moonshaes. I can't find the sourcebook for the details at the moment though (it was successful enough that his followers still have the moonveil spells though). Bhaal was also trying to kill her over there at some point, so I wonder if that's connected?

#lore stuff #the idiot three #asks #long post

[spade-riddles]

Some mag called geek tyrant:

Deadpool star Ryan Reynolds has talked about working with Taylor Swift, saying: “I would do anything for that woman. She’s a genius.” Then Levy recently compared Swift to Steven Spielberg and said she’d make a “hell of a director.” It seems like they’d all like to work with her, and I imagine that they at least asked her.

Well, a new report from industry insider MyTimeToShineHello says that Swift will be in the film, but she’s not playing Dazzler. While Swift would fit the character Dazzler, who else could she be playing? Well, knowing Deadpool and the kind of humor in the franchise, my guess is that Swift will be playing herself in the movie.

While that’s just speculation, I could see totally Deadpool and Wolverine ending up at a Taylor Swift concert.

[plaindangan]

Barage of asks incomming~! First let’s talk a bit about some milfs, shuichi’s milf! (That I’ll let you name however you want) as a reminder design based on natedecock’s OC natsumi. Anyway I know you know.

Extremely surprisingly shu’s mom is paying a visit to Hope’s peak and meeting every one of shu’s friends! What is her opinion on each of them and what do they think of her!

1st batch : Shuichi (duh), kaito, kokichi, tsumoomoo, himiko, and maki roll!

Disclaimer: Below is content that's more on the racy side! If not for you, you probably shouldn't read!

Shuko Meets V3

Shuichi

You know she greeted her son with the biggest, squishiest, suffocatingly, smothering hug as she ever could right in front of his head. She couldn't' help it!! She just loved her son, oh-so much~ She just had to give him the usual bonecrushing hug even with this surprise visit. Though, maybe she overdid it as the poor guy's face was buried in his mother's chest for so long that he eventually kind of passed out in it. Super cute to see, but also not really good for getting him to open up about his classmates.

Oh well, she'll just have to talk to him him further when he wakes up in the infirmary!

Kaito and Maki

Shuichi has such great best friends! Kaito is such a dedicated guy and that Maki, while a bit sour, one can easily tell she's more supportive than she let's on. After Shuichi passed out, Shuko went to work out in place of her son. She was already wearing her track suit for it, so it would be no problem for her to take up the mantle.

Youth these days sure have a lot of stamina...at least that's what she tended to think? But, really both of his pals seemed to lag behind when she went jogging. And there were those odd looks when she went to do squats or jumping jacks. Perhaps their workout routine wasn't as good as she thought? Maybe she'll schedule herself to teach them personally~

Himiko

D'aww, wasn't she just the cutest little magician you ever seen~ Shuko couldn't resist just pinching the mage's cheeks whenever she could. She couldn't help herself! She was almost as irresistible as her dear Shuichi! She even seemed popular with a super cute athletic girl...but, seems like that karate girl is pretty shy? She was always hesitant to get closer. Maybe Shuko can talk to her later!

Going back to Himiko, Shuko celebrated Himiko's impromptu performance with another Shuko Smothering Special~ She was proud to say it made that redhead's consciousness disappear (for a few minutes, anyways)

Tsumugi

Given who she was talking to, Tsumugi couldn't resist fawning over such a famous actress actually visiting Hope's Peak. Gushing over her roles and even voice work for Tsumugi's favorite anime. As one can also imagine, Tsumugi's rambling turned into a near begging for Shuko to at least try on a few cosplays for her most recent roles.

A voluptuous maid caring for her stubborn Master? A bottom heavy pirate captain that one would best remember or suffer a very...intimate wrath? A so-called tyrant reigning over a country that needed a firm, yet loving, hand in the right direction? Shuko was happy to play it all for Tsumugi...up until the geek passed out from a bloody nose from out of nowhere. Goodness what was with these youth of today?

Kokichi

Now this was someone she had a vague understanding of before she came onto Hope's Peak. Occasionally, Shuichi would complain to her about some wily trickster that messed with him and prank him, even at times during his cases. So when she finally got to Hope's Peak, she was curious over who would get her boy in a twist like that...

She was not expecting a purple haired gremlin in a dice bandanna to be it. Even if their interaction had been brief, with him telling some pretty farfetched lies before running off as some other girl chased him for swiping some contraption or another, she had a feeling that all he really needed was a good mother figure in his life to help straighten him out. Next time they meet, maybe she'll can squeeze out all those fibs until he's always begging to tell the truth~

Thoughts on Shuko

Shuichi

"Th-thoughts on my Mother? Well..." Shuichi's murmured and face gradually grew pink. Thoughts trailing off to his most recent memory of walking up to meet her...only to be trapped in that huge, soft, prison for what seemed like a blessed eternity. Yet, he was never truly upset whenever this happened. Heck, in a way he never really wanted or expected to leave. He could just stay right then and there forever...up until he found himself revived by a certain nurse on duty. Where reality had seen Shuko carry on the day without him for now, though he wasn't upset. He can always connect with her later (and knowing that in his heart, he found himself feeling comforted extremely well from that fact~)

"Well, she's my Mom, so I love her! She's pretty amazing and I don't know what I would do with out her." he genuinely said, eyes shining in a way a certain pianist tends to bring out of him more often.

Maki and Kaito

"Ms. S-saihara? She's pretty staaaaa, ahhhhh, strong! Yeah, she's pretty ripped, can see why Bro lasts so long in our training sessions. Got it from his big boooossssss! Boss! I was saying boss of a Mom! She's asscep-exceptional! I-I!!"

"(Sighh) Give it a rest. We both find her nice and hot, alright. It's hard not to think so." As one could imagine, their entire training session was an absolute struggle to not let it show much both were staring at Shuko's lewd body that always seemed to bounce so invitingly or clap ever so noisily. Kaito was the worst in that regards given how he was constantly trying to ensure his erection wasn't being visible and had a worst poker face overall. That wasn't to say Maki had it truly easier too. By the time they got squats, she was fighting herself to not give a slap to those buns Shuko got on her.

As soon as Shuko left out of sight, both quickly began to make out and eventually 'work out' some more in the bushes nearby. Anything to get rid of this new pent up feelings growing inside of them.

Himiko

"Th-that...was a succubus. I didn't even have nearly enough mana for her!! But next time I'll be better prepared for her!" Himiko was currently on the floor doing her best to catch her breath. All the illusion magic she had wielded proved to be no use during her 'fight' against such a strong boss. And, as ashamed as she was to admit it, she needed to 'level up' more to face her.

Maybe her grimoire could help~

Tsumugi

Huh?

There was a sign on Tsumugi's door: 'Do Not Disturb! Hard at Work'

If one were to listen in closely, you would hear heavy breathing, muttrings of 'inspiration' here and there, and Tsumugi mentioning not washing something ever again. Hard at work...right. As, movement goes away from the door a high pitched near orgasmic scream can be heard. Reaaally hard at work~

Kokichi

"Neeheehee!! My thoughts on Ms. Saihara? Oh, you mean my long lost Mother! It was such a tearful reunion, how could my dear brother have her for so long!!" He lied, acting in an exaggerated manner as he walked about the interviewer.

"If only I could have stayed by her side for a bit longer, we could have truly bonded like we were meant to be....orrrrr maybe not~ Who knows, I might not wanna end up like my dear Shuichi~ Getting suffocated in those things quickly would take up half my day, easy! On the flipside, its good to see where that cake of his came from~ Those Saihara genetics run deep~" Even from where he stood, Kokichi couldn't help but be amazed by how both mother and son's backsides were incredibly plump, if not Shuko's winning out by a good deal.

But even 'smaller' by comparison was still huge for Kokichi, and as long as Shuichi insisted on carrying that fine ass around, he had no problems causing trouble just to see it~

#DRsaihara-R18 #DRmomota-R18 #DRharukawa-R18 #DRyumeno-R18 #DRshirogane-R18 #DRoma-R18 #coweade asks

[possessionisamyth]

sorry this got long and rambling

from watching the fandom if RE3R had Nemmy be constantly on your ass I am willing to bet that it would have 100% gotten people bitching about it. with the way Nemmy works in the game how quick and nimble and violent (cat and mouse and Jill is the mouse) also Nemmy does one thing the Tyrant doesn't do Nemmy can come into the toolshed safe room (a really small room with two doors really close together then add in Nemmy I was always too scared to trigger it) and he is also in one big game of cat and mouse playing with its food (like out running him can be a bitch to do on any difficulty really but especially on harder difficulties when enemy placement is different I am not that good a player i am on a mouse and keyboard* and just not that good so i ended up watching a playthrough of nightmare and inferno before even attempting it on my own)

*part of my own critques of the game the button mashing when zombies grab you when you mash it doesn't hurt as much but it still doesn't work that well you know

The nightmares are actually something i find good i just wish they were longer and more of them (love the angst) but i understand why there wasn't more (one of my biggest gripes about them though that came about after watching someone play the entire game with a first person mod and it was really good and i wonder if the game had done well if they would have brought a official one I hope so)

i know fandom i know how fandom works and its usually annoying shitty places and youtube is the worst (so many rants about their changing the block system to hide user, how many steps it takes to block people on any device etc) offender honestly at this point looking at comments for anything is a test in how beautiful that delete account button looks (one day)

Like people act like the DLC should have been released at the same time as the base game but DLC for 7 came out in december (along with the complete gold edition if i remember right) and those dlc were actually being made at the same time as the base game it happened with RE2Rs Ghost Survivors DLC the free slightly pointless dlc came out in February a month (heck Shadows of Rose and the extra characters for mercenaries didn't come out until 2022)

people give RE3R for being shit for being short and interestingly if you look at the speedrunning community OG3 was around 40 minutes on speedrun RE3R was a little closer to 48 minutes so was RE2R time wise last time i checked

Like the game was really well paced for what it was and the developers and the debut director (who worked on the original game) wanted it streamlined with some more action and the stalker type wouldn't work as well (Peter Fabiano Den of Geek interview)

Another hamstring of the game is they went in the opposite direction of RE2R. RE2R had the unlockable unlimited weapons locked you can't use them to get speedruns and by the point you get them you have already done pretty much everything. RE3R have enough points you can have infinite rocket launcher by hardcore mode with points farming and use it whenever you want (i used it during inferno and got a s rank because after the 9th time i died in the first encounter with zombies i just went the the moment i get there i will get it out and use it. With the s rank everytime i died after that choice to use the rocket launcher i dropped a room in the hospital as Jill needless to say i shed them all)

anyways at this point and capcom for some reason do decide to bring out a "deluxe" edition or "gold" (from my understanding gold seems to be the finished edition) and i hope they do (I want to spend more time with Tyrell and Carlos) they somehow put it behind a wall where the fans that shat on it but still demanded more can't play it (not to be petty about it but i would be less petty if a certain show hadn't made the choice to add a alien in the form of a character who had been dead for years in the last 2 minutes of the entire show for reasons* for more context feel free to watch talistheintrovert's recent video if you want)

*show runner missed being called daddy showrunner knew that choices in the final season were shit (imagine RE5 where Chris kills Jill when she was a bad guy handing over evidence she was handing over to a lacky that he proceeds to leave on the floor and bounces leaving the lacky unharmed then joins up with Barry and they go on a tangent saying that there was nothing that could be done to save her. she was too far gone, she was a lost cause and basically acting as if they never cared about Jill to begin with all this happening a week after Jill sacrifices herself saving Chris from Wesker) and wanted to be praised by someone (some fans were really happy that one of the few characters who had a nice send off where they were held by their loved one as they died and was actually remembered after their deaths. they finally got closure... from an alien who outright stated they weren't that character they just looked like them for bs reasons... i would have been off anon but i also wanted to include this last bit but some of the fans for this character still scares me so anon it is)

Okay, jokes aside-! Maybe if Nemesis killed the player more often they would've defended RE3R as being the Dark Souls of RE Remakes, and the toxic culture of "git gud" guys would've worked in our favor for getting the DLC. Yes, I'm delusional.

As for the gameplay mechanics on more difficult modes and their differences, I don't pay attention to that sort of thing. If I'm provided with an easy mode, that's the only mode I'll play. If there's only one difficultly level and I have the ability to change it in order to complete a game I enjoy, I will give myself infinite ammo, infinite healing items, and increase my character's speed or strength to do so. Mods are my friend because I'm the prettiest most delicate prince on the planet. <(￣︶￣)> Yes, I'm bad at video games.

Plus, the original game when making all the right decisions is less than 4 hours. There was nothing to complain about. People think spending $60 on a game means you need 12+ hours of gameplay, and AAA game pricing has rotted people's brains in order to make that connection. These things should be cheaper and take much longer to produce and put out a FINISHED product on it's debut.

Extremely brief statement to say I know RE7 was the soft reboot but it got too much DLC I couldn't give less of a shit about, so it was pointless~.

I have no idea what show you're talking about, but I'm sorry it went bad.

#resident evil #re analysis #long post #anonymous #heh nothing personal kid

[janny-aqua]

I want to make more monster prom ocs but I don't have any ideas

I can use the characteristics of the bows from resident evil. I have a tyrant that is a nonbinary jock. A molded geek with the powers like Eveline has(minus the rapid aging). A crimson head that happens to have ADHD. A friendly prep with las plagas strain. A shy person infected with the C virus that has like 5 eyes. A plant hippie like the ivy from resident evil 2.

What do guys think 🤔

#resident evil #monster prom oc #oc ideas #monster prom

[vampwritersposts]

WHAT LESSONS THAT I LEARNED FROM THE TYRANT LEADERS PART I#

This is my story begins. my interest on this topic is came from my past. When nobody respect me and listen to my word, i was isolated and branded as a freak kid, they make fun about me and yeaa i don't have any friends except the person that look the same like me. I was a geek 🤓, i realized that humanity is cruel, people that bullied and look down upon me just wanted to take an advantage from me, when i was a kid in boarding school, someone was punch me in the head, isolated me and disrespect me, but when my beloved mother came and give me money, they suddenly became the most friendly person on the earth.

I started doubting myself and think that being a good kid is soo stupid. Whatever you guys said i love being a villain, villain aren't born they made up by society.

"Sehen sie mich! Sehen sie mich! Das Monstrum in meinem selbst ist so gross geworder!"

they see me! They see me! The monster in my itself is so grown up ( johan liebert )

Look how you made us. Look what kind of plan that we're planned.

If you experience the same thing as me, come grab my hands. And let's rule the world where you live. You don't have to be the ruler of the nation like saddam husain or muammar khadafi, just wherever you live you have to be a ruler, and the greatest person in your environment, like in your university, in your business and etc.

Soo the first thing that you have is actually quite simple

1. BELIVE IN YOURSELF

Tyrants do have a kind of megalomaniacal confidence in their own abilities. It's all related when i was 18 years old. And i just always look in to the mirror 🪞, my ambition as a tyrant is not there yet it's just the forerunner of it. Yea it's crazy how i see myself as freak guy and dominated by insecurities, suddenly changed with self glory and i see myself as the most attractive men, i know it's funny, you can laugh whatever you want, but for me it's a power I'm being more confident and I'm not scared for showing off too another people.

What i see and based with my own research. Is when you are insecure, Your mind will bring signals to your body and people around you, to think as you think about yourself.

I can see potential, like when i have a friend he's extremely attractive, his name is "S", his insecurities makes him isolated and branded as an weeb anime guy, girls don't want to approach him, he's a fine ass boy he has a lightest skin than another people in my college, but he doesn't even think that he's attractive, finally his thoughts makes him wasted and ignored by people.

This is the story of the most powerful man in his era. By the name is Adolf Hitler

[curvesandcosplay42]

"WWII Wonder Woman" (DC Comics, Source: Geek Tyrant via Pinterest)

[unholyhelbig]

U can't just reblog that much Ronance and not write something.

[A/N: You're right, I should be jailed! This was super fun to write. I've missed not writing in the POV of y/n]

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Trigger warnings: A lot of death, this happens after season 4

Summary: When Robin attends senior prom by herself Nancy swoops in to save the day, and the dance. (Based off of the Season 2 Snowball Dance Scene with Dustin).

(I Just) Died In Your Arms | Nancy Wheeler X Robin Buckley

When Patrick McKinney asked Robin to senior prom, she considered all the possible outcomes. She had relied on him during chemistry this past semester, and he was nice enough. He always smelled like oil and mojito mint gum. He was good at science despite the overwhelming jock stereotype that followed him like a cloud of smoke. And really- he was mostly nice.

Patrick McKinney followed Jason Carver around like a lost dog to a fault. The blonde-haired blue-eyed tyrant that lead the basketball team with an iron fist. They laughed and shoved each other like a pack of uniformed animals. But Patrick would shoot her soft looks, and smile warmly at her. And who was she to turn down a date that would appease her mother.

One night- that’s all it was. She wouldn’t lead the kid on, and she hoped to high heavens that this wasn’t some elaborate prank on the band geek that still hung out with Steve Harrington, college or not.

This was before Vecna. Before Chrissy had been glued to the ceiling and Fred crumpled in the road. Before Eddie was labeled a satanic murderer heading a cult of Freshman. Before Patrick’s funeral that didn’t’ feel right for Robin to attend. They weren’t that close. He had asked her to senior prom and she had accepted.

Robin didn’t know how to dance.

That was the only thought on her mind when she walked into the gymnasium, thick with the scent of lemon floor wax and fruit punch. There were streamers in orange and green, and there was a local band playing covers on the stage. It looked like prom. It looked like something she would never attend if she didn’t’ have to.

She could have stayed home tonight, reading through magazines, or rewinding tapes at the video shop. People never read the BE KIND, REWIND stickers. They were faded and ignored but she didn’t’ mind. She liked knowing the end before the beginning.

Robin figured she owed this to Patrick. Whatever this was. She knew he bought a suit, a dark blue one that complemented his eyes. In another world, they could be friends. In another world, she wouldn’t have downed two dixie cups of tequila peppered punch.

She lingered by the edges. The prom was low energy. People danced and fake-laughed and smiled at one another because they were graduating in a few months and needed to do this so they could remember their high school experience as more than senseless deaths and muddled funerals. Thoughts and prayers.

Robin let her eyes sweep the crowd. They all looked so happy, so undisturbed. Even before she had taken a trip through Watergate, she was pretty fucked up. She’d ramble and her palms would sweat and she didn’t’ have a filter. But somehow- the upside-down had made that worse. When her eyes met Nancy’s across the room, her thoughts shuttered. Someone who understood.

Nancy Wheeler wore a stunning lame gown that cut off at her knees. The bottom half was a metallic gold, the top a velvet with puffed shoulders, a keyhole neckline that left little to the imagination. Not that Robin had ever imagined her new friend that way.

Nancy gave her a warm smile before cutting across the dance floor. She commanded a power around her. People parted, subconsciously or not. Robin pushed herself from the folded bleachers behind her, thumb moving against the edge of the cup.

“I didn’t think I would see you here,” Nancy said.

Robin let out a nervous laugh “Yeah. Me either. Dances aren’t really my thing.”

Wheeler raised both of her eyebrows. She still had that easy smile on her face that made the back of Robin’s knees damp and shaky. She blushed and glanced at the wood floor, swallowing the rest of her alcohol-tinged drink. It was hot in her throat.

“You’re here alone?”

Robin asked the question before her mind could catch up with her mouth. She bit the side of her cheek hard enough for it to sting. If it was offensive in any way, Nancy didn’t say so. She shoved her hands into her the pockets of her dress. Robin didn’t’ even know it had pockets.

“I signed up for punch duty. I don’t know why I’m trying so hard, honestly. I’ve already been accepted to Emerson. They’re not going to care if I served drinks at prom. It’s a good distraction, though. What about you?”

Robin shrugged. It would be out of pocket to tell Nancy that no, she wasn’t supposed to be alone. She was supposed to be having awkward conversating with Patrick McKinney, dancing clumsy, and excusing herself during slow songs. She didn’t’ know if he was here in spirit. She didn’t know where he was at all. If he was void of suffering.

“Just wanted to see what all the fuss is about. You’re right, it is a good distraction.”

From the nightmares, she meant. Each time she closed her eyes she felt like she could breathe in dust and blood and whatever sticky substance coated Vecna. She coughed up spores for a week and had been surviving on three hours of sleep here and there. The lights were always on. Never the dark.

Nancy squeezed the top of her arm delicately, bringing her back. She wasn’t even positive that she had faltered. “Never been to a school dance before?”

“I don’t know how to dance.”

“You’re kidding,” When Robin shook her head, Nancy trailed her hand down to Robin’s giving it another squeeze before pulling her gently towards the metal doors. “Follow me.”

She didn’t’ have much of a choice. Not that she was complaining. The gym was getting warm and dangerous. Liquor was flowing and chaperones were catching on to the acrid scent in the air. The hallway was significantly cooler, lined with lockers. Music became muffled and Robin felt like she could breathe again.

Maybe it had been dumb to come here, but the way Nancy’s hand fit into her own was decidedly not dumb. She and Wheeler ran in two completely different circles. Nancy was dedicated and headstrong and poured herself into the Hawkins Post, college applications, and cover letters. Robin slung it with the band kids and shot skittles into an empty VHS case from across the room with Steve.

The opening chords to a Cutting Crew song seeped through the gap in the ugly brown metal doors. It was a slower song that Robin had listened to maybe once when it first came out. She didn’t’ care much for dying in someone’s arms, but thought that at this moment, she might just allow herself.

Nancy placed her hands gently on Robin’s hips. Her heartbeat spiked into her throat, mouth dry. Nancy asked. “Is this okay?”

“Yeah, I mean, yes. This is perfect. It’s nice I mean-“

“You can move closer.”

Robin took a small step forward, instinctively draping her arms over Nancy’s shoulders. She smelled sweet and clean like citrus. Robin felt like she was buzzing. “Closer,” Nancy commanded.

And Robin did as she was told. She had seen Nancy wield a gun on more than on occasion. Any weapon she could grab much like Steve. She wasn’t about to defy this, and she didn’t’ want to. She wanted to lean closer, to breathe all of her in to the sound of synth.

“Perfect. You just kind of sway.” Nancy whispered, “And don’t step on my feet.”

“Easy enough.”

They stood like that for a while, listening to the music, pulling each other in. Nancy had pressed her forehead against Robin’s, closing her eyes in contentedness. She never imagined being this close to Wheeler. Getting the chance to be this close to her.

I just died in your arms tonight. It must have been something you said.

Robin’s heart was pounding against her ribcage. Nancy’s eyes fluttered open. She could have imagined it, the way that the girl's stare flicked to her lips, and then back up to her eyes. The moment was all-consuming. Robin gave a small nod, pointless if she had read the situation wrong. All-encompassing if she had read it right.

Nancy Wheeler was devastatingly pretty. Her cheeks were a vibrant pink color as if she had swallowed a basin of wine to warm them. Robin could drown in her. Robin nearly did when she closed the distance between them. The taste of cherry lip gloss was thinly sweet. Nancy pulled her hand from Robin’s hip and cupped the back of the girl's neck, sighing into an embrace that neither of them knew they needed this badly.

Robin was coaxed into a relaxed kiss. Nothing was too rushed. She had been waiting for this moment for months. For years, maybe. Hating the way they had to pull apart when the doors to the gym pushed open. They untangled and took a step back from one another. Lips wine-dark, hearts pounding.

It must’ve been some kind of kiss.

#nancy wheeler #robin buckley #ronance #nancy x robin #Ronance Fanfiction #Stranger Things #Stranger Things fanfic #Nancy Wheeler x Robin Buckley

[yugiohcardsdaily]

Posted Cards Master Post - 36

April 2022

Hiita the Fire Charmer

Fox Fire

Blazing Hiita

Familiar-Possessed - Hiita

Inari Fire

Hiita the Fire Charmer, Ablaze

Awakening of the Possessed - Greater Inari Fire

Spiritual Fire Art - Kurenai

Eria the Water Charmer

Gigobyte

Raging Eria

Familiar-Possesed - Eria

Gagagigo

Giga Gagagigo

Gogiga Gagagigo

Jigabyte

Gagagigo the Risen

Eria the Water Charmer, Gentle

Awakening of the Possessed - Gagigobyte

Spiritual Water Art - Aoi

Wynn the Wind Charmer

Petit Dragon

Storming Wynn

Familiar-Possessed - Wynn

Ranryu

Wynn the Wind Charmer, Verdant

Awakening of the Possessed - Rasenryu

Spiritual Wind Art - Miyabi

Wynn the Wind Channeler

Blessings for Gusto

Caam, Serenity of Gusto

Contact with Gusto

Daigusto Eguls

Daigusto Emeral

Daigusto Falcos

Daigusto Gulldos

Daigusto Laplampilica

Daigusto Phoenix

Daigusto Sphreez

Dust Storm of Gusto

Gusto Codor

Gusto Egul

Gusto Falco

Gusto Griffin

Gusto Gulldo

Gusto Squirro

Gusto Thunbolt

Gusto Vedir

Kamui, Hope of Gusto

Musto, Oracle of Gusto

Pilica, Descendant of Gusto

Reeze, Whirlwind of Gusto

Tailwind of Gusto

Whirlwind of Gusto

Winda, Priestess of Gusto

Windaar, Sage of Gusto

King Beast Barbaros

Witch's Apprentice

Backup Operator

Backup Secretary

Backup Supervisor

Wee Witch's Apprentice

Cheepcheepcheep

Cockadoodledoo

Hoshiningen

Hip Hoshiningen

Star Power!!

Link Party

Last Day of Witch

Effect Veiler 

No cards were posted in May 2022.

June 2022

Alice, Lady of Lament

Malice, Lady of Lament

Loris, Lady of Lament (Japanese)

Lilith, Lady of Lament

Armory Call

Protector of The Agents - Moon

Blue-Eyes Jet Dragon

Blue-Eyes Tyrant Dragon

Branded Disciple 

Breath of Resurrection

Castel, the Skyblaster Musketeer

Chaos Nephthys

Clear New World

Dark Contract with Patent License

Dark Dimension Soldier 

Darton the Mechanical Monstrosity

D/D Gryphon

D/D/D Deviser King Deus Machinex

D/D/D Headhunt

Dictator of D.

Dimension Conjurer

Dinomorphia Alert

Dinomorphia Brute

Dinomorphia Diplos

Dinomorphia Domain 

Dinomorphia Kentregina

Dinomorphia Reversion 

Dinomorphia Shell 

Dinomorphia Sonic

Dinomorphia Stealthbergia

Dinomorphia Therizia

Dogmatikamacabre 

Doll Happiness

Doll Monster Bear-Bear

Doll Monster Miss Mädchen

Box of Friends 

Doll House

Grandpa Demetto

Princess Cologne 

Transcicada 

Dracoback, the Rideable Dragon

Dragonbite

Dunnell, the Noble Arms of Light

Emergency Teleport

End of the Line

Epigonen, the Impersonation Invader

Epsilon The Magnet Warrior

Fateful Adventure

Fire Opal Head

Flowerdino 

Forest of Lost Flowers

Ghostrick Festival

Ghostrick or Treat

Ghostrick Shot

Ghostrick Siren

Gokipole

Groza, Tyrant of Thunder

Guardian Chimera

Hidden Armory

Illegal Knight

Illusion of Chaos

Imprudent Intrusion

Insect Imitation

Kaiza the Hidden Star

Leafplace Plaice

Libromancer Agent

Libromancer Doombroker

Libromancer Firestarter

Libromancer First Appearance

Libromancer Geek Boy

Libromancer Intervention

Libromancer Magigirl

Mad Hacker

Magicore Warrior of the Relics

Maple Maiden

Master of Chaos

Monster Rebirth

Myutant Mutant

Neiroy, the Dream Mirror Traitor

Nordic Beast Gullinbursti

Nordic Relic Hlidskjalf

Nordic Relic Svalinn

Nordic Smith Ivaldi

Nowru Aries the Vernal Dragon

Onibimaru Soul Sweeper

Psychic Tracker

Psychic Wheeleder

Risebell the Star Adjuster

Risebell the Star Psycher

Risebell the Summoner

Saambell the Star Bonder

Saambell the Summoner

Rite of Aramesir

Rock Scales

Sales Ban

S-Force Lapcewell

S-Force Retroactive

Shining Piecephilia

Silvervine Senri

Simorgh, Bird of Perfection

Skilled Brown Magician

Smile Potion

Smoke Moquito

Sol and Luna

Starlit Papillon

Submareed Tour Ride

Swordsoul Sinister Sovereign - Qixing Longyuan

Swordsoul Strife

The Great Double Casted Caster·

The Zombie Vampire

Thunder Discharge

Timaeus the United Dragon

Top Share

Torrential Tribute

Trancefamiliar

Tribe Drive

Ultimate Fusion

Unending Nightmare

Unwavering Bond

Uradora of Fate

Vampire Fascinator

Vampire Ghost

Virtual World Hime - Nyannyan

Vision with Eyes of Blue

Wandering Gryphon Rider

Water Enchantress of the Temple

White Relic of Dogmatika

XYZ Combine

Xyz Universe

Zaralaam the Dark Palace

Zektrike Kou-ou

Gagaku-P.U.N.K. Crash Beat

Gagaku-P.U.N.K. Wagon

Gagaku-P.U.N.K. Wild Picking

Joruri-P.U.N.K. Dangerous Gabu

Joruri-P.U.N.K. Madame Spider

Joruri-P.U.N.K. Nashiwari Surprise

Noh-P.U.N.K. Deer Note

Noh-P.U.N.K. Foxy Tune

#not duel monsters #april 2022 #ygo cd posted list #long post // #may 2022 #june 2022

[ididntwantthisacount-blog2]

Headcannons for a(nother) dumbass au

EDIT: AHHHH, FORGOT THAT SOME OF THE SCREAM CHARACTER HAVE THE SAME FIRST NAMES AS RE CHARACTERS GONNA PUT THEIR MOVIE IN BRACKETS IM SORRY SIRUHDFHJJUJUSDJKSD

(I may or may not be watching scream 5 and thinking of the absolute shit-show of what would happen if I just ploped a bunch of ghostfaces((+ Sidney)) in with the RE crew. and I may or may not be on a roll tonight and gonna write that shit)

this is just bcs I love the scream movies lmaooooo

SPOILERS FOR ALL SCREAM MOVIES

(this blog has become the land of the stupid and impossible AUs)(might turn into a series and add more good guys like Gale and Dewey and Randy, bcs I can bring back whoever I want in my own dumb au)

I mean, if its all current ghostfaces then there's some geeking out from the Scream 5 ones about the others(but im not here for that, im here to stick them in with zombies, so we can all just imagine them freaking out about one another and get straight to the au stuff)

Also, gonna ignore the Stab movies and just say we dropped the ghostfaces and Sid in a universe where that isn't a thing.

Sidney is involved how? I think im going with current Sidney from 5, so she's being chased about by the 9 killers she thought were all dead, so im just sending her to the RPD for help.

so yeah, like in the AvP au, the STARS crew is pretty busy. but someone saying that they are being attacked by serial killers might be taken more seriously that someone talking about aliens. so ima say they believe her.

they still might not have time though.

I would say they put her in a safe house or something, but that's boring. so to the mansion she comes

she's survived enough to know how to follow horror rules, so she may surprise them with how good she is.

that being said, there's a huge difference between klutzy teens in costumes with no peripheral vision and a fucking hunter.

she's not gonna let herself trust anyone because of her previous problems being part of a group.

even so, she probably gets attached to the STARS crew pretty quick. especially cause Dewey was a cop(and she married Mark from scream 3, also a cop) so she is used to trusting them

so it's gonna hit hard when Wesker turns on them.

she's used to it, and knows it wasn't aimed at her(probably very refreshing for her, it always seems to be targeted at her) but she's mad bcs she really has decided she likes the STARS crew

she thinks Rebecca is the most wholesome smol bean and wants to kill Wesker for shooting her.

when the Tyrant does its thing she's like 'fucking n o p e'

she fully understands that they always come back, so she rlly wants to go shoot Wesker in the head to make sure, but what can she do while being chased by the Tyrant. (if I make a series out of this, there will be a lot about how she's finally gonna face an actual semi-immortal villain after so long of just humans and tons of talk about supernatural monsters like Jason and stuff, blah blah they always come back, and now she's gonna wish she'd listen to Randy a bit better)

oh yeah, I forgot the ghostfaces

lmaoooooo. this whole thing was kinda about them, and I forgot about them.

(off topic as shit, but Richie was right. thinkin about having to address hate comments and yeah. how can fandom be so toxic when its about love?)

ok, back to the ghostfaces.

Wesker wants Sid out of the picture bcs she might fuck up his test data or something.

that's just an excuse for me to have him bribe all the ghostfaces to help him in return for him capturing Sid for them.

if they all came to the mansion I think we lose Amber, Charlie and Stu right away. they might be the weakest of all the ghostfaces

Richie is sticking to Billy[scream] in such a way that it might become a problem. after they both lost their partners right away they might just decide to hang out

Jill[scream 4] isn't really upset about losing Charlie, but she's gonna die next.

its possible that Wesker killed her bcs he's sick of her drama queen bullshit.

Roman is like 'wtf ok mr corrupt cop man' - I also think Roman might last longer than most

Chris or Jill runs into the group of bumbling idiots and I think we lose Mickey and Mrs. Loomis (she tried to offer him up and they both got shot)

so that leaves us with Billy[scream] and Roman and Richie

im thinking bcs they r my favorite 3 ghostfaces they get to live by just kinda dipping after that.

If this becomes a series I might retcon other deaths I stated here.

Ima imagine a funny scenario where the 3 I let live knew Wesker got stabbed by the Tyrant and he shows up and they freak the fuck out.

omfg ghostfaces in a full on outbreak is such chaos.

stay tuned for more bullshit

holy shit that was long

#resident evil #albert wesker #chris redfield #jill valentine #shitpost #rebecca chambers #crossover #s.t.a.r.s. #crossover au #scream #sidney prescott #ghostface #billy loomis #stu macher #Mikey altiari #mrs loomis #Debbie salt #roman bridger #jill roberts #scream 4 Charlie #scream 2 #scream 3 #scream 4 #scream 2022 #scream 5 Richie #scream 5 amber #stars-ask-blog.tumblr.com #https://askressiebadguys.tumblr.com

[burlveneer-music]

Thor Harris - Doom Dub II

What is Doom Dub? The beginning of Doom Dub started like this. I have a machine called the Kaossillator. On this machine, if you write a drum machine pattern and then slow it way down, it pixelates all the beats so that they sound really fucked up. Almost every music geek and musician loves late 70s Dub. This made it easy for me to involve many of my friends in the making of this record. This zine is full of their faces. If you tell anyone you need help making a Dub record, they will beg to be part of it. It's possible that Dub is humanity’s greatest achievement. Gods like King Tubby and Lee Scratch Perry will once again walk the earth as today’s tyrants decay under their feet. "The Space Echo" will be the most holy object. Along with maybe the melodica or timbales. It is my hope that this record will bring you even half as much joy in listening as it brought us in making it. This is my humble homage to the original practitioners of the form. Dub. Your servant, Thor

#Thor Harris #dub #2022 #psychhedelic #kaossillator

[cranky-kyrati]

Tagged by @ishwaris (thank you!!)

Tagging: @swearingcactus @blind-band-geek @uhh idk who else i know writes stuff but feel free to consider yourself tagged if you’re reading this!

Rules: post the barebones plot of your wips and let people send you an ask with the title that intrigues them the most and then post a snippet/tell them something about it! then, tag as many people are you want

Pagan Poetry: cause i mean it is technically a WIP? Kinky Kyrati refugee ends up hopelessly entangled with the abdicated tyrant

Fractured Reflections: It was all supposed to be a bit of harmless fun, and then she had to go and make it complicated. (PP but from Pagan’s perspective)

[unnamed sabita]: Why we can’t have women in the Golden Path (according to Sabal)

[unnamed Pagan/autistic Reader]: You’re a custodian in the royal palace and for reasons you cannot fathom, the king takes a shine to you

[unnamed Pajay]: The fic is fluffy. The cuffs are leather. (A sequel inspired by someone else’s unpublished WIP)

and as a bonus...

???????: probably-never-gonna-happen sequel to PP, featuring Ajay going back to Kyrat on a rescue mission

I actually don’t have all that many WIPs, somehow managing to stay pretty focused on PP... but I’m sure that’ll change xD

#far cry 4 #asks

[lelb-society]

The Abyss Movie review and analysis in film criticism course forum for advanced ESL students based on the English Immersion Program Source of image: Geek Tyrant The Abyss movie review In the science-fiction movie, The Abyss, In January 1994, the U.S. Ohio-class submarine USS Montana has an encounter with an unidentified submerged object and sinks near the Cayman Trough. With Soviet ships moving in to try to salvage the sub and a hurricane moving over the area, the U.S. government sends a SEAL team to Deep Core, a privately owned experimental underwater drilling platform near the Cayman Trough, to use it as a base of operations. The platform