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i've recently become suddenly interested in werewolves and romance so i must complete my teenage white girl arc as a 20 year old man by coming on here and contributing to the endless sea of shitposts

it's the law i don't make the rules

to all the people in my inbox asking for more Eric Draven...

the shit i plan to post tomorrow is making me sit like this in the darkness of my room:

Hello,

I just wanted to apologize in advance. If I ever post anything that’s triggering or something that is just really personal and out-of-pocket, I apologize. I have posted some things in the past, but that was when I had like 2 followers and now I have a bit more. I usually write that type of stuff impulsively when I’m having a moment and post it impulsive and then end up deleting it. If I ever do that and you see it before I delete it, I’m sorry. I don’t want to be bothersome to anybody and I’m kinda worried I might say something.

That’s all I have to say. I know it’s kinda personal and not related to anything you probably want to see, but I felt that I had to say it.

Last week while remembering how to draw the Warners, I did this:

If you're asking yourself why, is because in 2022 I made a doodle with the same idea of this "crossover" (because I was watching both at the same time) so to see my progress I decided to do the same again

Im sorry but the whole thing where Grian is cursed to kill who he loves goes way deeper when you realize every time Grian and Scar are together Grian literally is cursed to kill Scar like-

3rd Life: Creeper prank, If Grian didn’t tell Scar to release the enderman that wouldn’t happen, and the famous ring of cactus

Double Life: If Grian didn’t follow the zombie sound again it wouldn’t happen, Grian was the one that notice the TNT and let Scar go, And Grian just did it himself

It really just wasn't meant to be huh

Popping in for a sec to vent because it's 6 am n I keep having flashbacks and thoughts.

LONG RANT/VENT AHEAD!!!!

My first relationship screwed me up more than I thought, id try to confide in him about my trauma n things but he down played mine and practically said his was worse...

So without fully realizing I constantly felt the need this urge to defend my cpstd with anyone even family.

I never feel validated for what I've been through and I have been through a lot...

From the age of 16-18 I'd let anyone take advantage of me, use me I did not care about myself I still don't really but it was worse back then..

The things I let myself go through the things I'd do to myself I regret it I'm ashamed of myself for it...

I was in such a dark place and no one cared no one.

I did not protect myself from anyone I'd let guys just do whatever they wanted to me...

Now realizing the gravity of what happened to me n what I did to myself I'm glad I'm somewhat out of being that person that I was..

But it still haunts me the memories haunt me the people around me disgust me because they just let it happen no one stopped to help me to give me support or love now I have to that to myself which is incredibly hard to do..

I constantly downplay my own emotions and stuff I can't trust anyone or let anyone completely in because of all this crap weighing in on me n I think people are full of shit when they say they care about me..

Because most of the time they are no one sticks around people talk to me for a while then drop me n don't talk to me anymore.

I honestly feel validated by it like yeah leave just get away from me already I don't need you I don't need anyone.

But I crave connection only to find it then destroy it eventually.

I can't keep up with talking to people texting is hard n draining so I can tend to be a dry texter or an awkward one honestly I don't know what kind of texter I am to people but eh...

This is a long babble so I'm going to just leave this now.

YOU ARE VALID YOUR TRAUMA IS VALID DONT LET ANYONE TELL YOU IT ISNT TRAUMA IS TRAUMA!!!!!!!!!

goodnight or good morning to anyone who reads this I'm going to go to try to sleep now...

Friends guess things about CSM characters

(Part 1)

-Looks like he plays guitar

-Looks like he has a love hate relationship with snow

-Hits people for no reason

-apparently looks like a bisexual??

-listens to NIN

-would throw something at you , then blame it on an object

-likes cheese, would eat it straight out the packet

-cries daily

-hates tap water

-ate paper as a kid

-steals, then blames it on others

-bullys old people on Facebook

-average twitter user

-Listens to the same song over and over till he despises it

-watches spongebob

-is a master of sexy jutsu (another naruto thing)

-hates anyone called "Keith"

People scare me.

Friends guess things about CSM characters

(part 2)

-listens to podcasts

-dances in the kitchen when no-one is looking

-loves men

-has a knife collection

-loves shiny things

-loves buttons

-fan of Marc Demarco

-arctic monkeys fan

-Is great friends with Sasuke Uchiha

-likes Mariah Carrey

Just some Dyslexic Stan scribbles. I do not have dyslexia, and I won’t pretend to know what it would look like! I’ve just seen some examples online. Also, Mabel’s explanation is obviously not fully accurate.

ALSO, I do not believe anyone with dyslexia is dumb. I just think Stan, especially as a child, would believe that the reason he couldn’t read was because he was dumb (likely because that’s what his father would say.) I just wanted to make these things clear!

Welcome to Fallin' Night Star~

Hey, hey, Stargazers...

Do you ever feel like you can never really rant about your hyperfixations and fandoms to other people-?

Or that you have nobody to listen to you nor can you find people who have the same interests as you because it's extremely niche-? Did those hit too close to home-? Or did it just fly outside the ballpark?

Well, I know quite a few people like that. Also, I am one. That's why I opened up Fallin' Night Star. A place for people in fandoms to share their interests and find new interests... and to find the literal sweetest people on Earth who are very supportive and entertaining as hell. I cannot iterate more than enough how everyone there is so nice and sweet. Whether it's about going batshit insane over our interests and playing goofy silly games with each other... there will be neverending support from everyone. It's really nice to see. But enough of this sappy shit-! Hah-!

What's this...? An interest check-?

The club is opening up a feature soon called "Workaholic's Wonderland". Don't let the name scare ya, I just really like alliteration~ For those people who always wanted to be involved in creative fanprojects such as fandubs, fanzines, fangames etc., but found it hard to collaborate in them... we want to help people have fun engaging in such projects without the need for a high qualification. Working together, we want to be able to let everyone have the opportunity to be able to show off their talents!! The workshop is newly established and the point is to get people who are interested to help and have fun while we can see how far we can grow it. If you're interested in joining to toss ideas of projects and ideas of stuff that you'd love to collab with people to make a reality then I would encourage you to join and grab the role to enter~ Again, no qualifications needed and it's non-profit (for now), just people sharing and working together. ===

Additionally, we held casual voiceacting sessions where we jokingly voiced otomes (and other games). Currently, it's on hold, but if enough people are interested and pick up a voiceacting role (again, no qualifications needed!! Everybody's voice is good just as it is <3), it will return. === So long... so long... people are wondering when I will stop talking. But finally, I plan on releasing a lot of stuff related to my writing. Mostly on AO3 and Tumblr. Life hit me like a baseball bat but I'm getting back into doing stuff at a regular pace. (I say...) To see what I have written so far, just check out Sketchie's Fandom Archives-!

And if ya want to know about my future works...

Well, just check out what I'm into, I'll do something for it eventually~ And requests are always open for anyone who wants anything. That's how I hold myself accountable.

(If you're don't feel like looking at my pinned post for everything, just at all the fandoms in this post bye)

Or just ask me directly~ I'll usually answer anyone's questions if they ask. @ absentminded_admirer on discord, here (obviously), insta, and ao3

===

Anyways, here's your invite to Fallin' Night Star. Join if ya want~

There's nothing more for a clown to say other than-- Sayonara~

omw to become obsessed w heartstopper 👋🏻👋🏻👋🏻

i love their dynamic so much oh my god

the origin

My old arts was something eles.....💀💀

Just a heads up to the like 3 people that semi regularly interact with my posts I am going to be in the mountains for like a week and will most likely not have enough battery charge or even signal to use tumblr

I’m not dead just camping

T.Y.O.M. Chapter 11: Tricks & Nightmares

Pairing: Miroku x Kagome

Some comfort and light-hearted robbing attempt content for y’all.

He swallowed thickly but regretted how dry it left his mouth as sweat peppered his forehead and upper lip. The bob of his Adam’s apple brushed against his offending restraint and he tried to pull back. It was no good. The sharp edge of the blade slid harmlessly against his skin and he urged himself to not flinch. Curse his healthy libido. Do you have to jump at every attractive woman you see? Why, yes, I do, the fate of the Miroku bloodline is at stake. Of course, of course. He sighed at himself, his arm straining against the unnatural position it was put in.

He got tricked. Worst than the most cunning prostitute that slid in his robes and took all of the gold he stole a couple years ago. He didn’t think he’d be that careless again but the nails digging into his arm and the knife at his throat proved otherwise.

“How embarrassing.”

No response. She pushed him further into the dark with a twist of his threatening-to-snap arm. What to do, what to do indeed. You’ve snaked your way out of worse situations, come on. He glanced back at her and she pressed the blade tighter against his neck. Well then.

“Hand over your valuables, filthy monk.”

“Bold of you to assume I have valuables. I am a monk.”

“Don’t lie. Those robes of yours aren’t cheap and that staff...?” Miroku grimaced as she stripped him of his outer priest robes. Her rough ministrations left scratches on his chest as his inner wrappings tousled loose but her sultry voice continued, “Definitely gold-plated. So be a good boy and hand over the rest. No funny business either.”

He sighed, a shiver from the cool night air crawled up his spine as she cast the rich fabric aside. She must’ve been impatient, he thought, grunting at a sudden shift of balance, as his cheek slammed against a nearby wall. Maybe women can lose their charm.

“We don’t have all night---.”

“My front robe pocket.”

“Thank you, oh handsome servant of God.”

He rolled his eyes at the nickname that drew him into this mess in the first place. He could have found better women in Kaede’s hut. He pushed his chest harder against the wall and she paused. Their position was rather constricting. Her hands brushed over his body, fondling unnecessarily at intimate crevices, but she couldn’t reach his pocket. He smiled in the dark and his eyes finally adjusted. Trap for a trap. There was an exit to his right. Open space long enough for a scuffle. Boxes surrounding the two in the alleyway. No problems. The pressure against his neck budged slightly in her struggle to reach his hip pocket and he threw her off, bumping his head hard against her nose. She flinched with a surprisingly elegant yelp, at least to the tense monk before her. He cursed his subconscious women-only romanticized frame of reference.

With a quick crouch, he stuck out his leg and swept her legs off the floor. The woman stumbled and the blade went flying. There was a scrambling of hidden bodies in the room and Miroku dashed, a fistful of his ripped robe in his hand and an onslaught of angry clambering at his heels. Shoulders bumped into unfriendly corners and walls kept coming from left and right. He could only follow the dim light of the moon and the stars, his racing heart beat obscuring his other senses as adrenaline pumped through his veins.

His breathing quickened, his muscles strained, and his sides stitched. What felt like hours could have been seconds, it was hard to differentiate. Either way, he was alone. Looking down, he swiped away the sweat on his brow and sighed. His sandal was broken. How it stayed on his foot was beyond him.

“How embarrassing.”

He casually readjusted his robes and made his way back to the hut, breath slowly returning back to normal. At the sight of a sitting figure on his doorway, Miroku stepped back and tried his best to turn casually as if he wasn’t caught in the middle of the night looking like he walked into a bar fight.

“Look who’s out so early in the morning. That couldn’t be our Miroku-sama, right?”

At the sound of his name, purposefully amplified to stop him from making another step, he flinched and turned back to the scarily calm figure addressing him. He couldn’t help the nervous crack in his voice and attempted a cough.

“Nope, you got the wrong monk, Miss…?”

“Nah, I’m sure I got the right guy.”

He dropped the act and deferred to an exaggerated play at humility.

“Well, you didn’t have to stay here for little old me.”

“Ah, just spit it out. What happened to you? You look like a hot mess.”

“I… uhhh---”

He looked nervous, muscles tensed and eyes a little frantic behind a frozen half-smile, which caused her to slouch a bit from her mothering pose---arms folded with a tapping foot and a stern expression, in this case a looser, more teasing smirk.

“It’s ok, I’m just teasing. I was worried when I saw your corner empty but I guess it was nothing…?”

Adjusting the folds of his robes, he flashed a soft grin and shrugged his shoulder.

“I, uh, got ambushed…?”

The confession flew out of his mouth before he could stop himself.

“That much I could guess, you really got your shit rocked.”

Unfamiliar with the phrasing, he understood the connotation and chuckled. Looking back to her, he softened at her resigned but amused smile. Settling down at the porch edge closest to the direction of the moon, she patted the empty space without glancing back at his tense form. Plopping down as gently as he could, he followed her gaze to the full moon and loosened his posture, adrenaline slowly leaving his veins.

“Well, that’s my excuse but surely you weren’t just worried about me to be up at this time of night”, he saw her tense up from the corner of his eyes and quickly added, “But you don’t have to share, Kagome-sama---”

“Inuyasha was out too.”

His lips thinned into a firm line. This was a routine affair, and he was already too familiar with his role. He kept a level gaze on her, willing her to relieve her tension, but she continued glare at the moon. Feeling, rather than seeing the seconds and tensions slip on her shoulders, he offered the first words.

“I see.”

She sighed, jumping into the role of accepting seemingly pointless comforts, but refused to meet his eyes. “Don’t worry, it’s not like that---”, that being Inuyasha’s recent nighttime stroll in the forest, “I had a nightmare and seeing the two of you gone was a real shock for me. So I’m glad you’re back.”

He frowned softly, too soft to notice, but his shifting towards her was noticeable. She spared him a small glance and he finally noticed her sweat-glistened skin and haggard appearance. He reached a hand out to her, offering silent solace and good intent.

“May I?”

He could see her shakily exhale, then nod, and slowly pulled her into him by the shoulder. As soon as contact was made, she slumped against him. She was shivering.

“Tell me what happened.”

“Hm?”

“I need a distraction. Please. Any story about a con-man out-conning our conniving monk must be quite the story.”

“Of course. But it’s quite a looooong story, I wouldn’t want to bore you with all the details.”

She giggled a bit and he squeezed her shoulder with a soft smile, the familiar but dangerous clash of beads against flesh grounded them both.

“And it was actually a con-woman.”

“Why am I not surprised.”

“Hey, hey, be nice. I was assaulted, you know.”

She managed a small scrunch of her nose.

“Well, she matched me in wordplay and played along with my fruitless attempts of ensnarement, you know the palm readings and blessings, and she caught me fair and square in an alleyway. To my surprise she didn’t shove me in there to ravage me senselessly---”

“Ewwwww.”

She stuck her tongue out in distaste and he stuck his tongue back at her mockingly. With a sign, he fell back onto the grass and took her down with him, making sure she laid comfortably on his upper arm. She didn’t resist. Good.

“More like a disappointment on my part, Kagome-sama. She had a knife and tried to rob me, a monk, can you believe that?”

They stared up to the starry night sky and Kagome scoffed lightheartedly, shifting more comfortably against his side to fight against the sudden chill.

“I would rob you too, you look easy.”

“Oh how you wound me, Kagome-sama.”

That put a smile on her face. Good.

“Anyways, there we were, knife to my throat and arm twisted behind my back and she asked me for my valuables. Smart woman, she saw my robes and staff earlier this afternoon, and concluded that I was wealthy. And let me tell you, she fondled me so, looking for the money I left with you. It must’ve been my masculine physique or my dashing looks that caused her to slip, because when the chance arrived I was able to escape. Though, six---six, can you believe it?---men came out from the shadows and chased after me. I couldn’t tell how long I ran, escaping spears and assorted weapons and threats but after what seemed like an eternity, I found you.”

He stole a quick glance at her and jerked his head back up when he saw her looking up at him, sparkling blue eyes that reflected the stars hanging over them.

“Dashing looks, huh?”

“Indeed. Why, have I caught you as well?”

“You wish.”

“I didn’t share my embarrassment to be attacked so harshly, Kagome-sama.”

“Sorry, sorry. I’m glad you’re ok though.”

“Thank you for worrying.”

She smiled before her eyes caught a shine on his neck.

“Oh, you’re bleeding.”

“I am?”

She rose up on her elbow and assessed the wound, dark red slightly flaking and leaving a trail on the edges of his robe collar.

“Yes! Why didn’t you say so earlier?”

“I didn’t feel it, too busy fighting off 10 men.”

She quickly tiptoed inside the hut and came out with a damp handkerchief.

“Don’t you mean 6?”

“Did I say that?”

“I was listening!”

“And I was there, Kagome-sama. You can’t trick me!”

She shook her head, amused, and he rose to let her settle back next to him but she shook her head.

“Don’t move.”

“Yes, ma’am!”

He stilled and watched her from under his lashes. She caught his eyes for a second before sighing dramatically.

“What a rare opportunity for me. Seeing you act so childish, you make me feel special. Better not let the other girls see.”

She dabbed at the cut on his neck lightly and he hummed, not trusting his words to keep the atmosphere going.

“Ok, done. For now. Tomorrow morning, I’ll get a bandaid, I couldn’t reach it in the dark earlier.”

“That’s alright, Kagome-sama, thank you.”

She shivered and he cocked his head slightly at the display.

“S’chilly.”

There was a haunted look in her eyes, which he didn’t miss, before she smiled down at him.

“So it seems.”

Without another word or hint of hesitation, he gently pulled her back down into him and she let him, humming softly at the warmth radiating from him.

“Well, Kagome-sama, I’m not sure what dream dared to hurt you, but you’re not alone. We’re here and we’re here to stay.”

She flinched but there wasn’t an answer. He wasn’t looking for one. His eyes drew invisible lines within the stars but stopped when she hesitantly leaned into him.

“I--- I’m sorry just for a little bit please.”

He let her trace her fingers along the skin on his arm exposed from his rolled up robes, feeling it play along the edges of his beading and glove before resting on his inner forearm. He could feel her gaze burn across the planes of his skin but made no move to initiate eye contact. Whatever she was searching for, he needed to keep calm so he evened out his breath. Seconds turned into minutes, aimless trailing turned into invisible doodles on his arm and it was only a few more moments before he felt her ministrations stop completely. Stealing a glance, he found her asleep. Good.

“Sleep well, Kagome-sama.”

Intro | Chapter 10 | Chapter 12

I apologise in advance if you don't like spiders.

Based off of a print I bought at AnimeBoston in 2010 but lost in 2011.

If you find something that looks similar-ish to this, please let me know!! I've been looking for it for three years ; A ;

Is star trek not only the origin of omegaverse, but also selfcest?

blame this textpost for the mess, I had to make a compilation <3

I guess you could categorize this as inspirational content?..

Pt.3 of Giant!Wendigoon and Lore Lodge fanfic HC’s

Wendigoon definitely has a - comically large - giant cork board that changes weekly, sometimes multiple times a day; that’s full of whatever video idea or topic he’s hyper fixated on that day or time [JFK or Fed conspiracies, historical events, LOOOOOORRREE, icebergs, video ideas, video games, media he’s interested in, ARGs, books, etc.]

He may have or may have not used a tack to pin Mattis by the shirt to the board because he said Agartha wasn’t real; he said he’d do it again if he kept sending people to his email when talking about overthrowing the government (afterall, he may hate the feds as much as the rest of us, but he’d rather not try to fight off the entirety of the ATF and other 3 letter agencies by himself because someone decided that they all needed to be added to more watch lists)

Both Aidans definitely try to see how fast he is; to compare how proportional his strength, endurance, speed, etc. are compared to the average human

We soon find out that even his dog is giant; and it becomes the ultimate showing of how Archibald has no thoughts; and very little understanding of self preservation, with the mentality of; if it’s not fren, why fren shaped? (They’re both fine, but gave all of them ‘small’ heart attacks)

We find out that indeed Wendidad has made a notable amount of his own equipment using old human sized parts and a lot of duct tape and prayer; but has commissioned larger, more professionally made equipment pieces

When people ask about their first interactions in person; the Aidans say that while they were freaked out, but deduced it was actually Isaiah. Isaiah on the other hand, has a bit different retelling, with Mattis possibly grabbing out a box of salt, iron, bottles of white ash, and a gun. Thornbussy holding the blue snow shovel (tm); and getting shot at - none hitting him, but having to talk Aidan - Mattis - down essentially from blowing a gasket. The truth is somewhat in the middle

Wendigoon still deeply fears the ocean, since it’s one of the few places where he can’t have at least a decent visual or sensory understanding of an area surrounding him (plus the idea of even bigger things lurking beneath terrify him)

Now, onto my attempt at writing an excerpt; the opening meeting between the three (I suck at writing dialogue so forgive me in advance)

It was a decently nice afternoon as the two Aidans drove the jeep through the Appalachian mountains to finally meet their friend Isaiah, Wendigoon, in person. Archie “Archibald the great” was in the back row, next to some of their bags. Thornburry was driving, and Mattis was acting as the navigator in addition to the gps, map, and texted instructions given by their friend. Everything was going as planned, they had even left earlier than expected, so they were making great timing.

The sun was beginning to set as went down a long road, passing through the last town before heading onto apparently Isaiah’s property, right next to the park where they were going to shoot that Missing 411 video on Denis Martin too. The two Aidans soon got a text from him saying that about 2 miles down the road into the property, there’s a notable clearing where there’s a garage for them to pull the car in and that he’ll meet them there. Since, the actual house would be about a 5 minute walk for them from the garage, so he wanted to help them with their bags, but the house straight shot to the garage.

Both Aidans looked at each other, as it was a bit weird, but somewhat understandable; it was a big property after all. Soon enough they pulled up to that spot. Mattis noticing some oddly fallen down trees, looking somewhat recent, despite knowing that there hadn’t been any major storms within the week that they were planning on coming down to see Isaiah (both had been checking the weather to ensure the right conditions to hike safely in, as well as plan out travel time). The trees looked as if they’d been ripped out and snapped in half, and looked recent, as in that same day, due to the leaves still being healthy and no overgrowth on any fallen tree. Putting both on edge, but not thinking too much of it, the guys and Archibald get out of the car; grabbing their gear and bags. Both checking their phones as Archie begins to stare off into the dense tree line across the opening. Thornbussy looks up, and sees that there had been another path where those newly fallen trees had ended up, blocking off other ways to go it seemed, weird but could have been cutting down possibly diseased trees? (He didn’t buy it, but decided that there was a rational explanation that didn’t involve Wendi being a psychopath and serial killer. Right?)

Archie continued to stare at the dense tree line, seeing the figure waiting. The boys didn’t even realize that Archie had just been silently staring at something, rather focused on contacting Isaiah, to make sure they met up with him so he could help them get to the house. As they waited, checking to make sure they had their filming gear and personal items, they triple checked that their ‘hiking/camping gear’ was stocked up, both grabbing out the basics, attaching it to their backpacks. [the works; holy water, crosses, lighters, white ash, iron bar, salt, trace amounts of silver covered knives, guns with enough ammo to make an ATF agent blush, and their coveted blue snow shovels (tm)]. Yet, as they secured the gear on, a rustling began in the tree line, both on edge, but rationalizing it was either Wendi or an animal. Boy they were about to be very surprised.

The rustling turned into louder booms of large trees bending over with snaps as some fell down, other hitting each other wildly. As a figure, in shadow due to the fading light that was just noticed by both Aidans casted the figure, in darkness; the only thing they could both tell was that it was vaguely human shaped, and that it was BIG. (One could even say GIANT.) As it got closer they tried to both be ready to fight it, but also get into the car. But, thanks to whatever force in the woods messing with them at the moment had a sense of humor that included psychological torture, the car wouldn’t start.

Both frustrated and terrified, both got out different weapons to try and at least deter the thing as it continued approaching, walking slowly but directly to them. Archibald still unfazed, adjusted himself and sat, staring at the shape. Even as the rumbling of the ground and tremors began, knocking both humans off-balance to the ground, he stayed put, only looking back to check on both Aidans briefly.

The tremors continued, and at the halfway point across the clearing, both could better see the figure; giant, dark hair, seemingly human shaped except for the giant deer head - scratch that, a giant deer skull it seemed to be wearing which also had night vision goggles on top of the skull - along with human clothing… in fact a funky Hawaiian shirt being a very distincti feature…. As the two were attempting to make sense of the situation, a new rumble, one coming across the air, began to sound off; it was the thing laughing. The laugh was deep, loud, and even across the field, both of them could feel it in their chests, as if they were next to a huge stereo at a concert.

It had stopped at the halfway point still, so both took the opportunity to get their bearings, ready to fight the thing, as it seemed menacing, even from that far away. Mattis took out his shotgun, ammo packed with rocksalt and a mixture of iron and silver, shot at the shape a few times; but unsure if any landed as the figure dropped itself onto the ground, hands up and empty, as a form of surrender or peace. The laughing had briefly stopped when the shots when off, but suddenly continued as the thing lay on the ground, becoming more familiar sounding and almost unhinged.

Mattis looked at Thornburry, unable to know what to do, looking back to the road, they saw the exit had been blocked quietly it seemed when they hadn’t been looking, so even if the jeep started back up, it was be risky to try and escape. Unsure what to do, Mattis began to think, looking at the figure, the trees around him, and Archie - who looked unfazed and just interested in going up to the thing, which made him even more unsure of what to do. Yet, the details of the figure were so familiar, the outfit’s ‘drip’, the laugh, the area, and just only what one could call ‘the vibe’ of the situation made him yell out something that could explain most of the situation or possibly get them killed….. “Isaiah, is that you?!?!”

The figure looked up, and Thornburry looked at Aidan, like he was crazy, but did kind of see how it looked like him. Being the only sane one it seemed, Thornburry grabbed out one of his flashlights - industrial cranking flashlight - shining it upon the figure, beast, giant, whatever. With one look and a few double takes, the two realized Aidan was right. The figure, only responding with, “Hey, can you get the light out of my eyes? Ouch. Yeah it’s me.”

The two in shock, responding with, “really? What the hell, you really didn’t want to, I don’t know, give us a heads up or announce yourself first?!? Why would you sneak up like that?” After a beat of silence, and the light not being moved, Isaiah got up, definitely unfazed by the shots, and walked over to them the rest of the way, responding as he walked with, “Because I wanted to make your bones into bread like Jack and the Beanstalk. HOW WOULD I HAVE EVER BROUGHT THIS UP!?! Oh hey guys, by the way, I’m a GIANT who lives in the woods - but don’t worry! I don’t hurt people! I thought my whole giants bit was a good enough hint, plus, did you not notice the signs I made with the trees?” Both Aidans looked around obviously unable to see any sign, not just because of the darkness of the area, or Wendi blocking a majority view of anything around, but also because you could only apparently see the signs from higher up. All three realized it, but decided to continue talking it seemed, as Wendi finished walking over, with the light still somewhat following his eyes and face. When he gets closer, the crouches, scaring the two somewhat, and takes the flashlight, carefully turning it off and not giving it back.

The two Aidans weary as Isaiah walks over, unsure of what he’s going to do, but if Archie gave him a pass on the vibe check, it couldn’t be THAT bad right? Well, yeah, but it seems everything goes out the window when a giant crouches down and proceeds to take your main light source from your hands effortlessly. Once again, leading to Mattis pulling out the shotgun, despite seeming to know it would at most act like a bee sting to Isaiah. Yet, that set all three off enough to where Wendi almost kicks the jeep down the road, to the bottom of the valley close by, thankfully only touching the car, with no visible damages. After yet another moment of silence, Archie decides that since Isaiah is sitting, that he’s now safe to explore, making all three nervous, yet due to the sheer lack of awareness Archie had, it became comical. If this was going to work, a lot of explaining was due, and soon; as all three could hear the one thing both Aidans never expected to hear in person; a wendigo crying out.

The next few moments became a blur, as the trio froze up, and knowing an explanation could wait until later. With very little talking, they gave Isaiah their bags, other than their own backpacks, hoping it would make the trek to the cabin faster, but as they started down the trail, they could tell it was getting closer, and there was more than one. They could smell the rotten yet frozen smell of the Wendigos. Isaiah could see at least four trying to trick the two Aidans and Archibald into breaking off from him, as Wendigos knew that he wasn’t worth fighting, as the risk of being torn apart was too high. Instead of communicating that the safest way of getting to the house was Isaiah carrying them, he tells Mattis to pick up Archie and hold him tightly; then proceeds to grab both Aidans and Archie, booking it to the cabin.

The two didn’t know what to do, experiencing vertigo from the sudden grabbing and loss of solid ground, and speed that the woods went by, until not even a minute later, they stopped. The woods that surrounded them was gone, bad instead the soft lighting of the inside of the cabin and Wendigoon’s hand filled their vision. The two are set down on what seemed to be a table, Isaiah running off to lock up the cabin, ensuring no wendigo, or any other Cryptid, besides himself, gets in the place.

As the adrenaline runs out, Mattis begins to once again lose his shit. Yelling at Isaiah, but partly ranting into the void about how of course all this happens, and has a real existential moment, as the others are silent, waiting for him to calm down. Only really getting a sorry that he wasn’t really thinking from Wendi. Oh boy, this was going to be an interesting trip.

*Time skip to almost a week in, and the cork board incident*

The three had been planning a few videos, as well as planning on when they would go see Isaiah’s Cryptid collection. The three had been eating magic spoon - Isaiah had a giant pantry of it, so there wasn’t a chance of scarcity if the two humans had some. Archie was napping, totally still unfazed about it all. Suddenly, the Aidans decided to try and once again find out how or why Wendi was giant. Yet, the same answer as before; “I don’t know, it’s normal to me and some others I know, my best bet if Agartha, like I said for the eighth time, let’s talk about something else.” Mattis though, didn’t buy it totally, he wasn’t considering himself to be an ‘Agartha truther’ because it seemed so outlandish before, even now it still did! So, to rile up some other possibilities, Aidan decided to plainly say, “dude, Agartha isn’t real, it’s a government psyope (can’t spell, feds won’t let me, sorry), bet they made a lab experiment or something like that, or you’re related to the nephilim!” Now, it was partly joking, but seriously how else would one explain this? Only answers really were “I don’t know,” “probably Agartha,” and “I ate my vegetables and memorized scripture, that’s how I’m like this.” And Mattis, really both of them, wanted answers, but this was redundant.

Isaiah, huffed, clearly done with Mattis’ shenanigans, looked over at his cork board, getting a slightly depraved, but really funny idea. He whipped around and grabbed Mattis and a tack on his desk, spinning back around before either Aidans could make a sound, pinning Aidan up by his hoodie, and knowing full well it would support him. Silently, he grinned, and turned back around as not to immediately cackle, since he had unknowingly pinned Aidan next to the piece of the paper that has printed in bold letters: “WHAT IF JFK’S HEAD JUST DID THAT?” With a picture of the money shot from that day. Only a moment latter Thornburry sees that Aidan is fine and where he’s pinned, and begins laughing, Isaiah joining in almost immediately.

Once Aidan calms down, he’s not very amused, despite knowing full well that he got himself into this situation, but unwilling to just ask, he waits. For about a good 4 minutes to be let go. Thankfully, after dealing with both their laughing fits, Isaiah frees Aidan, asking both of them, “do you want to head to the wendigo farm or ‘Cryptid barn/box now? Aidan, you can try to get that Wendigo milk!” Thornbussy looking at Aidan, quietly joking, “We can get you a maiden finally, even if it’s a cannibal that is insatiable, you can finally get the wendussy!” Wanting to actually see what a wendigo looks like beyond that terrifying sound and shadowed darkness from a few nights ago, they agree, and head off to the nearby abandoned facility that Wendi kept his Wendigo ‘farm’ in. Hopefully he wouldn’t need to ‘euthanize’ a bunch of them again like he had to after the first night the two showed up, since apparently those had figured out how to escape, and wouldn’t have stopped. Although, having to capture them again, rip them apart mostly by hand and burn them was s tedious process and had left a bad smell on that Hawaiian shirt he’d worn during it. So, hopefully he wouldn’t have to do that again when they visited the Wendigo farm in a bit; but, then again, what kind of luck did they have? Thus he grabbed a bag, campfire starters, lighter fluid, lighters, and a knife - just in case a Wendigo got a bit too friendly when either Aidan decides to jokingly ‘milk’ one or take some photos for the ‘Wendussy’ content.

This was going to be a long trip wasn’t it? If those two humans weren’t the death of him first.

So? What did y’all think? My first full on storyline I’ve properly written besides head canons for in over a year! First story on tumblr too! Give me any feedback, HCs, ideas, etc. if you can, hope this wasn’t too bad. (Again, I suck at spelling and dialogue! I’m more of an essay writer or head canon writer!)

Again, sorry to Mattis (and Thornbussy and Wendidad) in advance! I hope it was mostly bearable at least!

I’ll be continuing this later (mostly after my youth group retreat this weekend!) Send ideas if you want more; happy Fourth of July and thanks for reading this far!

Giant!Wendigoon meets the Lore Lodge Head-canons:

Wendidad still has his classic shirts, no, we don’t know how he gets them, and the world may never know

The image of Wendigoon staring in at Aidan during the Weird Bible livestream still occurs, but he’s farther back and, still holding the gun, looks to be rapidly approaching

He somehow has a giant deer skull he wears around, and like the shirts, we don’t know and don’t need to know how he obtained it - but was probably a giant cryptid

When they meet for the Missing 411 video, Isiah (not good with spelling names btw) is just in the background of some of the shots, standing menacingly

He still has a dependency on Dr.Enuff

More people after the Denis Martin video go up believe that either the Lore Lodge, Wendigoon, or both are government sysops (can’t spell well)

Aidan tries to find out why Isiah is giant, but doesn’t find out, because no one knows why; could be because he’s been unknowingly sent from Agartha to gain intel, or just because he is Wendigoon

Aidan finds out that the cryptids in the forests around at least Appalachia are real, the feds know they exist; and it’s thanks to Wendigoon having an actual cluster of Wendigos in an abandoned building he found one day

The Aidans also see that Wendigoon has caught a mothman, multiple ghouls, and the Jersey Devil, and keeps them “because he thinks they’re neat”

While the Aidans we at first freaked out by Isiah, Archibald was not, as he is too thoughtless to even truly realize that something isn’t right or that he’s different (we love thoughtless doggo, the real Lore Lodge owner)

Wendigoon indeed does still have a magic spoon addiction, but it’s worse (he may or may not have a giant pile of magic spoon boxes in an abandoned silo for him to raid whenever he pleases

Isiah almost broke the jeep when he first met the Aidans, by almost kicking it down a hill - it was not damaged

(I did these partly last minute, if anyone wants to add ideas, feel free to throw them out there. I’ll probably make more later. Sorry in advance Aidan!)