sacrificial lamb

[chrissyfied]

welcome to CHRISSY CUNNINGHAM’S nightmare dream house. a mostly CANON DIVERGENT portrayal about a fridged deceased character from netflix’s STRANGER THINGS. this role play blog is independent, heavily mutually exclusive, and semi-selective. resurrected by vanessa (25+, she/her, central time zone). anyone under 21? DNI! rules are under the cut!

* send a meme/ic ask any time!

ACTIVITY. there is no time limit on the things i write. activity will be sporadic depending on how much interest there is. because this is a collaborative game, i will admit my interest and energy will dwindle and even sadly cease to exist if the collaboration becomes one sided and i am doing all of the work. i also have a big girl job, but it provides me with a very nice work/life balance while still paying the bills. activity varies, i cannot give a definite low or high status update since life always comes first before play time.

COMMUNICATION. it is very much an important key with me. stated in my rules that you must be 21 or over to write with me. communicating for plots and what not should be thoroughly discussed. when the majority of rpers are well into their thirties… shy won’t get you anywhere with me. if i write a whole long message of where my character is at and where i could see a plot to progress, and your response gives me nothing else to work with? i will go silent only because i was given nothing to work with. the same goes if what we started to create dies down, and if i don’t get an update to start something else, i won’t be continuing until we communicate again. either i approach you or you approach me, no harm no foul. if you don’t want to write at all anymore, that is more than fine, and anyone can be honest with me. i would actually really appreciate it and we can remain friends instead!

TRIGGERS. rape. domestic abuse. tag it, or i will hard block. everything else is fair game.

SHIPPING. only if the chemistry is there. i’m really drawn to the organic and completely love to build it up over time. with chrissy? it’s hard to ship her romantically if the chars don’t mesh. even more so if we don’t mesh ooc. trust me, if we really mesh ooc? the possibilities are even more endless!

[chrissyfied]

I am about to drop kick customers today. Holy shit. 😩

[d-j]

[chrissyfied]

SUMMER OF ‘88 - Chrissy spends her summers working at Family Video when she goes back home until next semester of college begins. She named the alien Bruce and he only works during the lunar cycles, and the Perseids meteor shower.

[djrockinrobin]

digging through the og 'montuak' s1 pilot script when i spot...

[chrissyfied]

7. for our muses to have sex in the kitchen instead of finishing breakfast 🤭

The intimacy iniated between them all began as they took time to feed each other. Chrissy offering cut up strawberries, picked fresh from the farmer's market the morning before while Steve spoke low with inviting touches on any bare skin he could reach under her robe, feeding her bits of the omelette from her plate. It was clear the pair were unable to quench the desire they still had for the other as they took time to pause the morning conversation, lips meeting for tender kisses, which took little to no time to build into something a little more hungry.

Plates and glasses clinked when Chrissy found herself moving to straddle Steve's lap after he instructed, breath hot in her ear to remove her panties. Foreplay not at all needed as the desire between them clearly burned red hot, and before she knew it, she raised her hips as he pushed his boxers down enough for her to lower herself down onto his already hard cock.

Sighs and groans with words of pleasured relief shared between them, moans muffled as she started to move on him while they made out with heated passion. From this position, it's easy for Chrissy to have more control, using it to her advantage to tighten her inner walls around his member. It was enough to send hands roaming, pulling, and desperately grabbing each other to bring the other closer as though they couldn't be close enough when the pace of their movements aligned and began to increase in speed and strength.

[chrissyfied]

“  you look cute all frazzled like this.  ”

Chrissy couldn't remember a morning where she felt completely relaxed and continued to nod off, dreaming of him in between. "How are you awake?" She softly groaned, stretching out beside him like a cat before using him like her human sized pillow.

A giggle escapes her and she buries her face in the crook of his neck, knowing it's a first for him to see her frazzled at all after a night of intense yet passionate sex. She's not embarrassed, in the least, which he could feel when she marked his neck with tender morning kisses.

"Keep sweet talking and we may end up going on..." She trails off, concentration on her face as she tries to recount the many rounds, surfaces, and positions they managed. "— I've lost count. I'm surprised we even made it to the bed."

[chrissyfied]

“ i can’t find my shirt. ”

A soft sound from the back of Chrissy's throat could barely be heard as she acknowledged Steve's morning predicament. The second he moved from his spot on the bed, she rolled over to preserve the warmth of the sheets and his clean scent, blue eyes gazing upon him as she stayed buried under the covers.

For a good moment, she simply watches him before freeing a bare arm to point at the dresser. "Have you looked back there?" She asks, playful tone laced in her words. Clearly, she's in no hurry for him to leave, as evident by the expression on her face while she admires him as he moves about.

[chrissyfied]

[crawlingforwardx]

These events had never really been Steve's cup of tea, particularly when the focus was zeroed in on him and Chrissy. A lot of times these gatherings just felt like an excuse for rich people to get together and brag about their accomplishments or just gossip about others. Luckily there was plenty of wine to go around because the loud whispering whenever he would pass by anyone this evening was enough to drive him insane. It seemed that Chrissy had found a better outlet with the painting aspect of this event; finding her hiding away in the garden and looking particularly focused on whatever she was painting.

Steve is hesitant to approach at first, finding things a tad awkward now with all the gossip surrounding them and then the Jason of it all... But when he does finally join her, it's with a sincere form of an apology for the mess created. His feelings toward her had definitely grown beyond his ability to properly handle them when he was around her and as a result, it made them painfully obvious to anyone who was paying a lick of attention. His expressive eyes gave him away every single time.

"I kind of did," he insists softly, knowing the blame was at least partially on him as he lowers himself down onto the blanket beside her. "I knew you and Jason were together. It just... wasn't enough to squash how I feel about you, I guess. The heart wants what it wants." Of course, that didn't make him feel any less shitty about how that had impacted both Chrissy and Jason but he didn't really know how to fix it either. It probably couldn't be fixed. All he could was apologize for the mess he created.

When she mentions her mother and the story that was being passed around, Steve lets out a deep sigh before taking a generous sip of his wine. Particularly because he doesn't exactly disagree with Mrs. Cunningham's story, although he knows whatever she was telling people was probably being highly exaggerated. "Probably no one's surprised." He shrugs, knowing that his own father's reputation and how people were always likely comparing the two of them. However, he doesn't dwell on it as his soft brown eyes lift to meet hers instead. "I'm sorry about you and Jason. Are you doing okay?"

[chrissyfied]

A warm smile presents itself on her features when he looks at her. "Jason will come around. Not any time soon, of course... when he's ready." It was a major shift for her, Jason, and Steve. Especially when the three of them had been friends since Steve removed the metaphorical crown, paving the way for Chrissy and company. When the topic shifted to how she was doing, there was no sign of discomfort, or a shift to steer clear from her thoughts and feelings. For some time, Chrissy was always able to comfortably talk to Steve with little to no filter.

"I feel as though I should be asking you the question instead." Nodding to the wine glass that was nearly but not quite empty. On that note, she begins to make more room on the lawn blanket, her painting of the gardens completely dry from the evening air. She then moves closer to him, gentle hand on his forearm in a manner to comfort and reassure him. "It was my choice to make. I chose you, Steve."

After so much time together before, during, and after the fall out between him and Nancy, to Tommy and Carol, Chrissy had been choosing Steve every day. "You said it best. The heart wants what it wants. Mine always chose you." The hand on his forearm moved up to caress his cheek, her touch filled with tenderness that matched the care she had for him. "Truthfully, I wanted to be your girl since I was 9? I couldn't even bring myself to sneak a Valentine's Day card when I had the chance. Sadly, they ended up in the trash by the end of day, but I promise to make it up to you next year." She says with a sweet laugh.

[leneemusing]

morning after starters

“  last night was nice.  ” “  lets do this again some time.  ” “  i’ll leave my number.  ” “  i gotta go, sorry.  ” “  can’t you at least stay for breakfast?  ” “  i’ll make coffee—don’t go anywhere.  ” “  next time, maybe i’ll buy you dinner first.  ” “  if we do this again you better buy me dinner first.  ” “  i don’t think my legs work again yet.  ” “  i don’t wanna get up.  ” “  no don’t move, it’s too cold outside the covers.  ” “  there’s no way i can hide these marks…  ” “  this was probably a mistake.  ” “  this can’t happen again.  ” “  you always say that, and yet we wind up right back here.  ” “  are you watching me sleep?  ” “  you look cute all frazzled like this.  ” “  why are you looking at me like that?  ” “  keep kissing me like that and we’re gonna end up back in bed.  ” “  something wrong? ” “  i’d stay if i could, i promise.  ” “  so if i put my number in your phone, you actually gonna text me? ” “  i made breakfast.  ” “  how do you take your coffee?  ” “  fuck! i’m late—  ” “  did you turn the alarm off?  ” “  if you don’t turn that alarm off i’m gonna throw it out the window.  ” “  i can’t find my shirt.  ” “  babe, we slept in.  ” “  i know you’re awake.  ” “  i’ll stay.  ” “  why don’t you stay?  ” “  i like waking up with you.  ” “  i like having you here at night.  ” “  you know, if you moved in we wouldn’t keep having to say goodbye like this.  ” “  so when are we gonna actually go on a real date?  ” “  do i smell bacon?  ” “  you made pancakes?  ” “  come on, come back to bed.  ” “  you weren’t there when i woke up.  ” “  i thought you left.  ” “  do you want me to go?  ” “  just let me sleep for five more minutes.  ” “  you’re really beautiful/handsome. even if you drool.  ” “  you talk in your sleep, ya know.  ”  

ACTIONS:  1. for one muse to surprise the other with breakfast in bed 2. for our muses to go another round in the morning 3. for your muse to join mine in the shower while getting ready for the day 4. for one muse to stop the other from trying to sneak away 5. for one muse to invite the other to spend the rest of the day with them  6. for one muse to convince the other to stay in bed the rest of the day 7. for our muses to have sex in the kitchen instead of finishing breakfast 8. for our muses to spoon 9. for one muse to wake up with morning wood  10. for one muse to wake the other up with oral  11. for lazy morning sex  12. for one muse to wake the other because they’re having a nightmare  13. for one muse to distract the other from getting ready by kissing/groping them 14. for one muse to kick the other out of their home  15. for our muses to wake with no recollection of the night before  

[chrissyfied]

( ✉ → sms ) i just need to vent…

( ✉ → sms ) of course ( ✉ → sms ) anything you need ( ✉ → sms ) i'm always here for you, steve ( ✉ → sms ) i absolutely mean that 💕

[chrissyfied]

( ✉ → sms ) why is april fool’s the only day of the year where people critically evaluate news articles before accepting them as true?

( ✉ → sms ) i do hope you know how proud you make me! ( ✉ → sms ) we could have a conversation about it with a group of 5 year olds... ( ✉ → sms ) before story time on friday ( ✉ → sms ) kids tend to speak the truth on most matters after all

[chrissyfied]

( ✉ → sms ) don’t listen to any of the voicemails i sent last night. i was drunk.

( ✉ → sms ) oh... ( ✉ → sms ) about that ( ✉ → sms ) i may or may not have already listened to them 🫣 ( ✉ → sms ) it's not too late for me to pretend i didn't!

[chrissyfied]

( ✉ → sms ) cna you pick me up… and brign some shoess… i cant find mine

( ✉ → sms ) i really want to know how you lose your shoes ( ✉ → sms ) would make for an interesting tale of mystery one day ( ✉ → sms ) i'll be there in a few with shoes ( ✉ → sms ) please stay put!

[chrissyfied]

( ✉ → sms ) i’ve had the same dream about you three times in a row, is that weird?

( ✉ → sms ) well... ( ✉ → sms ) three times in a row could be considered lucky! ( ✉ → sms ) a little more details on the dream would help 😊

[memesandthings]

TEXT MESSAGE STARTERS, PART TWO ! 

Send one of the prompts below to get a response from my muse.

wrong/random number texts: 

( ✉ → sms ) found your number written on a wall… should i erase it?

( ✉ → sms ) [random name here]? is this still your number?

( ✉ → sms ) pretty sure you dialed the wrong number, but thanks for the 13 drunk voicemails last night.

( ✉ → sms ) you don’t know me but i’m bored and texting random numbers, so hi!

( ✉ → sms ) you FUCKING asshole, i hope you know how much i hate you!!!

sad texts:

( ✉ → sms ) can you please distract me so i don’t cry in public?

( ✉ → sms ) everything hurts lately

( ✉ → sms ) thanks for trying to cheer me up, but it’s not working.

( ✉ → sms ) what makes you feel better when you’re sad?

( ✉ → sms ) i just need to vent…

drunk texts:

( ✉ → sms ) im not DRUNK waht amkes you thijnk that

( ✉ → sms ) cna you pick me up… and brign some shoess… i cant find mine

( ✉ → sms ) the party was horrible but at least ikm drunk lol

( ✉ → sms ) whyj don’t oyu fuckign miss me????

( ✉ → sms ) all i wnat to do right now is talkk to you

angsty texts:

( ✉ → sms ) please talk to me. please help me make this work.

( ✉ → sms ) i don’t think we should see each other again.

( ✉ → sms ) when will we admit we’re no good for each other…

( ✉ → sms ) just know i cared about you. i really did.

( ✉ → sms ) i don’t think things can ever go back to the way they were between us

misc texts:

( ✉ → sms ) why do you reply so slowwwwwww

( ✉ → sms ) help me choose a pizza topping please

( ✉ → sms ) don’t listen to any of the voicemails i sent last night. i was drunk.

( ✉ → sms ) you haven’t watched my snapchat story all day. what are you up to?????

( ✉ → sms ) i’ve had the same dream about you three times in a row, is that weird?

( ✉ → sms ) why is april fool’s the only day of the year where people critically evaluate news articles before accepting them as true?

( ✉ → sms ) soooo, in your opinion, what are some of my best qualities? i need help writing my tinder bio.