#flashback rp

Year 1836 A.D~The Ring of Gluttony:

The shimmering pink portal came unannounced, unexpected, uninvited to the Palace of Beasts. Dressed in rich reds that hung from her body like silken wine, Queen Vine exited the portal with an air of regal disinterest.

She was crashing a party, per her custom. But her heart wasn't really in it this time.

Derry Elementary School, September 2005 (age 6-7)

Authors/About

Setting the Scene: Since the monstrous Party RP is taking a while to organize/post (mostly because we’ve both been busy with the Reddie Fairytale Project), we decided to quickly write about the REAL first time Richie and Eddie met, way back in 2nd grade. Consider this a companion piece to Reddie’s ‘first meeting’ in college.

Note: Neither character remembers this (yet), but it definitely won’t be the last flashback we write for you, because it was super fun and cute.

Word Count: 4,100+ ; Warnings: none, they are wee babies here

It's a warm, late summer day in Derry and Eddie is sitting miserably in his new second grade classroom. He'd spent the morning at home trying to convince his mom he was feeling well enough to go to school, after missing the previous day because he sneezed once at breakfast. Turns out, there really is some kind of cold going around because his best friend Bill isn't in school today, either, which means he's officially alone, and now sort of convinced he’s actually sick. Eddie doesn't much like school this year. Most of the other kids in his class are bigger than him and not interested in playing with the weird 'ass-ma' kid (even the word makes them all laugh at him). To make matters worse, they spend all their free time singing songs from Kidz Bop 8, which Eddie knows none of the words to. Worst of all, it's 'Math Hour' now, and even though he'd only missed one day, he already feels like he'll never catch up.  

And worst-worst of all, there's one boy in glasses who sits two seats over from him and has spent the whole week picking on him - even at this very moment. Eddie slumps down in his seat and thumps his feet up against the bottom of his desk, shooting the boy his meanest warning look before turning his attention back to their teacher.

“I did not know what to expect that first day we walked outside of the safety of the Castrum. I had on my hands a unit of men from all walks of life. In truth, I felt as if the Empire had the upper hand as we marched. I have always felt so. It seemed as if we had things so much more difficult on the other side. What could a mishmash of nations do against such a fundamentally organized, unified force? I suppose there was one thing on our side. I have never before in my lifetime seen so many nations join hand in hand with a singular cause and purpose. It gave me hope for the future – that is if we were to have one after this world war.”

Neibolt Street Baptist Church, May 2008 (ages 9-10)

Authors/About

Setting the Scene: Mike tries to meet Eddie for the first time. Trolleys stay in one place, but trains don't, and sometimes making a new friend isn't as simple as that. This is a companion piece, sort of, to Mike and Eddie's first meeting in college.

Note: Neither character remembers this (yet), we just like flashbacks!

Word Count: 2,400+ ; Warnings: none

Eddie hates Sundays.

His friends are always busy because of church - well, except for Stan, but that’s only because he goes on Saturdays instead, but he doesn’t call it ‘church’. Eddie’s mom always makes him go, too, even though he always has an asthma attack during Communion. He hasn’t been able to go up to the altar for the last two years because of it, and it’s embarrassing sitting alone in the pews sucking on his inhaler while everyone else does it without issue. He wonders how they can all just go up , smiling and carefree, knowing for sure that they won’t be condemned by God or Jesus once they try to take the Communion bread. Because Eddie sure can’t do that. Eddie has been afraid of Communion almost since he was old enough to start doing it. So he goes to church because his mom goes, and because he wants so badly to be good , but it’s one of the scariest places in Derry, in his opinion. Lately he’s taken to riding his bike down to Neibolt street on Sunday mornings to try to get some of that pre-church nervous energy out. His mom hates it, because she’s always worried it will make them late and he’ll come home dirty, but she’s not so good at stopping him from leaving the house anymore. She’s too slow to catch him, but he always come home in time, ready to have his Sunday morning asthma attack.

He’s dirty either way, so what difference does it make?

Streets of Derry, November 2008 (age 10)

Authors/About

Setting the Scene: In fifth grade, Richie and Eddie escape the Bowers Gang by hiding behind a dumpster. This is the full memory of the ‘story’ Richie told Eddie in their after-party scene.

Note: Neither character remembers this (yet), we just like flashbacks!

Word Count: 2,100+ ; Warnings: homophobic slurs

“RUN, EDS!!” Richie yells, pulling Eddie’s arm. He has done it again: put his foot in his mouth and insulted the Bowers Gang. If they didn’t make it so easy, maybe he wouldn’t have told Henry, Victor, and Belch they looked like the three stooges because of Henry’s new bowl cut.

Henry’s gang has no problem going after a couple of fifth graders, and he is kicking himself because Eddie got caught in the middle of it. Just from being connected to Richie, he is being chased too. Richie lets go of his arm reluctantly, so it is easier for them to run away, but he has never been a fast runner. The bullies almost always catch him, punch the living daylights out of him, and break his glasses. If that happens again, his parents will be so disappointed, which won’t be anything new.

For herself, and the other Anons, too.

Its recent indirect effect on the lives of many Prototypes through one simple target had been both amusing and disappointing...

The Old Joy had not given them the result they had truly Desired to SEE, and such Desire seemed improbable now...but, what about that one, TRUE Desire of Web's?

How could they use HER to their advantage, and affect his life (and the lives of those many others they SO despised) through HER for the worst?

Cricket could not bring anyone back to life, and she'd assumed the same of herself...but then a chance encounter with some leftover puddle of Poppy Gel, combined with her own blood, had given her a BOLT of brilliance. Of possibility, of absolute ingenuity...of making a deal of her own, where SHE was on top. Show Cricket how things OUGHT to be done.

But first, first, first things first...she had to be sure that it was ALL true.

That things had gone just as badly as Web had made them to be, that he was not lying when he said that she was his one, TRUE regret. That would ensure she could REALLY pull this off, and get the intended result RIGHT this time.

There's no way in hell his long-desired reunion would ever go as smoothly as he dreamt of...and the other Prototypes could LEARN from this. And she could have so much use of that Poppy.

And what better way to reveal the FULL truth to herself and others who were simply curious, than to take inspiration from the magic cast on her FAVOURITE Prototype to loathe?!

With that, she instantly warped just behind him. Before he could even react to her presence or that HIDEOUS stench of dried blood, she had already touched him...and all it took was that small touch for the magic to be activated.

M!A: Back to the Past! First things first, before we build up to the main event and THAT magic anon...let's all take a look and see what it was like for Web on the day the Hour commenced, right at the moment when he first addressed his followers...and HIS Poppy. I think you all know where this is headed~ This magic will knock Web out of commission temporarily and force him to relive these events, and of course, we will be able to view them as Anons, muns, or whatever other powerful fourth wall-breaking power exists out there!

This magic may affect other threads or asks (or not) as the Mun wishes, but this M!A is primarily for use in this single CLOSED thread that is NOT to be reblogged or replied to by uninvolved parties (nor liked by NON-RP blogs, as per the mun's rules).

And as for who will play Poppy in this flashback? Heh, don't worry your heads about that...plans have been made, and a very special guest is about to arrive at the hearth~ Be sure to give her a warm welcome when the time comes! Until then, pass the popcorn, grab a nice drink, and enjoy the show, everybody!

( @cricket-anon )

// Also, congrats if you got the secret hidden reference/quote in here! I'll give you a hint as to what it is...it relates to the PFP of my main blog! And it is from a side game in the franchise that is not well regarded at all, especially in comparison to something else...don't worry if you can't get it, though, it is just for fun!

He definitely doesn’t get a chance to react let alone turn to face something he feels trickle into existence behind until there is a sudden touch to his shoulder. His body pulses then drops to the floor lifeless, somewhat. A temporary empty shell as his mind sparks a memory. The day everything crumbled beneath him. The day he lost everything.

The Dreaded Hour.

In comes a vision of a vast open space, large, like a church, yet there were no pews for people to sit upon. The space was empty save for on area that looked like a stage beneath a large opening in the high ceiling. On the wall where drawn crude wings in bleeding black ink and they were behind a horrible looking machine with his hands outstretched and head held high. One singular burning optic gazed upon the gathering toys. Many a size. Some large, some small. It mattered not. The large mechanical spider jester in very familiar primary clothes stayed fixed on all of them as they piled around and gathered in front of him. The permanent smile etched on his face showed his excitement excellently. He waits patiently until a massive horror stalks up behind him, it’s bright white eyes lowering to the many that gathered. The massive best speaks. It’s voice firm, scratchy yet all quieted at it. The being in front stayed still.

“All gather and silence! Our god is about to begin! Hush now or the smoke consumes you all!”

Swiftly the white beast takes a singular step back as the much smaller machine rises. Long needly fingers open more, and his head leans back. All silence like they were told to. Then the mechanical being begins, enterchanging voices cycle through the voice box in his throat, loud and booming. Forcing all to listen.

“Gather all! For I have seen the future! What comes next is only heartache and pain, not a future for all of you I wish!”

“Today, a few hours from now, we will all partake in the slaughter of every single life in this miserable factory. All will suffer just as you have! All will pay for their horrible deeds against you! For I command it! Leave no one alive! Let no one leave! Only the worthy shall stand at my side in paradise! All will rein alongside me in the riches of everlasting life! All will become better works of themselves! All will know happiness! Your paradise cannot be achieved unless you fight for it. We all will rise together! Bring down the factory! Bring down the devastation! Bring forth every agony you have felt and become apart of the everlasting web! I am your sanctuary! I am your safety but you must fight along my side to keep it! No one gets out alive! No one lives! Make them all suffer! For you will no longer suffer after this day! Let us take back our lives! Let us take back our pride! Let us take back our dignity! The Hour of Joy will be our triumph! All hail the Lord of the Hour! All hail I! All hail I! All hail I!”

“All hail the Angel of Salvation! All hail the Iron Claw! All hail the Dictator of the Broken! All hail the Savior of the Damned! All hail I! All hail I! All hail I!”

The machine rises his arms higher head falling back more as the masses chant with him. All hail I! All hail I! All hail I! The beast behind wafts and lashes it’s tail, adding it’s own voice into the chanting. The voices rise and carry around them growing louder and louder with each passing minute. All are in favor! All approve of their god’s words. Except a select few. Thought for now they keep their mouths shut. They wait for their leader. To speak up against this blasphemy. Let’s hope she speaks up soon!

@mistymayor

[Brenda brushed her hair, looking at her reflection on the small mirror the train’s bathroom had. She had somehow been able to avoid Clark’s advances during their wedding night, and even now that they were on their way to their honeymoon since they were almost always surrounded by other people. Still... a part of her worried about what would happen once they’d arrive to the relatively isolated cabin in the Swiss Alps. They’d be mostly alone and...]