starting a compilation of my favorite "no thank you" buttons from when they want you to subscribe so bad
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Okay so this idea has been rocking around my empty skull for some time now just we know that Eddie can be a pretty mean DM and a shithead and I've been thinking abt romances in D&D and how it would work in Hellfire
And I had this thought that Eddie would like be "no romances!!" to the Corroded Coffin group (before the kids joined) and they're like why? and Eddie just to tease them says that he doesn't want to pretend to fall for their smelly ugly faces
Which just motivates them to try and seduce like every character that Eddie introduces for a fucking month and it leads to the creation of the rule: Every romance/seduction directed roll must be rolled above 15 to succeed AND if Eddie decides that the attempt is particularly bad the roll is with disadvantage
The Corroed Coffin boys are obviously teasingly like ohhh so we get an advantage if it's good?
"Doubt that would happen boys, but sure, if you make me, Eddie fucking Munson, to blush like a fair maiden then you'll get the advantage on the roll"
They try, they really do, but all the CC boys succeed in doing is killing off all of their party in three sessions and Gareth who is a little shit is actually rolling his third character (because the consequences of a failure are fucking brutal) by the time Jeff and [unnamed freak] give up
After that they know better (except Gareth who still sometimes does that just to annoy Eddie and be a little shit) to try and then the kids join Hellfire and Eddie has even less of an desire to flirt with fucking Wheeler, Henderson and Sinclair (they're baby children!!)
But the kids are a little shits too and they see Gareth being a little shit so they copy
It ends badly for them, they gripe about Eddie being unfair because like "all three of us have girlfriends Eddie and you don't so we clearly know more about romance then you do" Dustin not only gets a flick on the head for that but his character might have ended up being put into situations™ throughout the session that are "totally unfair!"
But fair to say all of Hellfire knows the rules and all of hellfire knows that no matter how well they try and how smooth they are (they really aren't ever smooth) Eddie will not blush or even consider they attempts as "good", the best they got was "tolerable" (Lucas got it and he's still very proud of it, as he deserves okay?), Eddie is impossible to fluster and so it's just is this fun thing they sometimes do when they feel particularly like little shits
And that's it about it
Until Vecna and all the upside down shit and the surprising friendship of Eddie and Steve happens
And suddenly Steve Harrington is not only sitting but playing D&D
Everything is going actually pretty good and Dustin practically vibrates out of his chair at how proud he is of Steve for how well he is doing so far and then
And then Steve tries to flirt with a pretty bard
Dustin deflates, he is ready for the absolute disaster that is going to fall upon Steve, he makes eye contact with Lucas - both of them ready with "it was actually a pretty good line tho!" at the tip of their tongues to defend Steve's decisions, he doesn't know Eddie's special rules after all and it would be funny to see Steve fail, sure, but it's Steve's first game and the kids wanted it to be good for Steve so convincing him to play again would be easier
But now Eddie is going to absolutely rip into him and Steve will never want to play again and-
"Roll with advantage" Dustin gasps, audibly, loudly, the room is silent, except for Steve who's very unaware of the chaos he just created and just rolls the dices, his usual confidence in place
And if someone looked closely - and all of the hellfire is fucking looking - Eddie Munson has indeed a light blush on his face
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More Siblings ideas!
Vanessa keeps falling on Gregory due to "Gravity" to annoy him when he asks her leave his room and Freddy is just laughing in the background and telling Vanessa to get off Gregory before he becomes a pancake
sibling tomfoolery
my big brother would do something like this, just randomly sit on me while i'm doing nothing lol
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Though I worry I may of already given it away!
Anyways here's a few snips on what I've done in the background! I can't wait to post them~
We'll get there eventually
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Spinning around under the spotlight, your clothes flare up, swaying with the breeze. Shimmering in bright cheerily colours. Every single piece of fabric shines under the spotlight, drawing all eyes to you.
Microphone in hand, you prance around the stage, shoes clicking smartly against the ground. You beam and wave, before singing your lungs out. That picture perfect smile never leaving your face, not even for a second.
The perfect, unmatched idol.
The waist is unbearably tight, every single inch of fabric insistent on choking you. Stretching across your skin, leaving raw, red marks imbedded into your body. It’ll never scar, but they’ll burn, throbbing red hot.
Every breath felt like it’ll be your last. Your chest struggles against your clothes, pushing out as far as it’ll go. Your lungs ache, begging for a deeper breath, begging for just one mouthful of air.
Cold sweat peeks out of the nape of your neck. Translucent beads of salt, dripping down into the curve of your back. A dark patch only grows, the wet cloth clinging into your skin.
How you wished for nothing more but to claw this stuffy outfit off you. Much like some feral beast shedding its skin. Tearing off a part of itself.
The shoes pinched and bit, leather teeth sinking into your heels. In protest against the feet placed within them. They were two sizes too small, an efficient way of constraining your movements. Forcing each move to be careful, calculated. Only small, cute movements.
Your toes were smashed together, sardines tightly packed in a can. Your legs screamed in pain, begging for you to stop. Call it quits. Run backstage and collapse.
Yet the crowd was still there. Light-sticks held high, all shining brightly with your colours. Cheers of your fans, watching your performance with starry eyes. They came for you.
You can’t just quit.
More importantly, he was still there.
Clutching onto his phone, a chibi keychain of you dangling from it. He didn’t wave it, but the screen glows. You could see it, even from the stage.
A warm light, almost like the gentle rays of the evening sun. It flows through you, gently caressing the depths of your soul.
Heart thumping wildly in your chest, your fingers tighten around the microphone. Your eyes meet his, a grim determination burning within.
One last song.
Just for him.
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