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an independent , private multimuse blog written by piper [ 23, she/her, GMT ] and based primarily in the TCM universe.

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- activity levels: medium active muses: maria flores, julie crawford, chrissy cunningham

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18+ 》 themes of horror present 》 ocs, duplicates, and multifandom welcome 》

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❛ you want me to shut him up for you? ❜ + " the fucker deserved it. " | ( fbsdhjkf also danny for chrissy, pls let him punch ur weakass bf- )

“No.” Chrissy’s as quiet as usual when it comes to this. Eyes avoidant, arms tucked around herself in replacement of her letterman sweater. There’s a giveaway tremble to her voice that could be mistaken for anxiety, and probably would be by most people that know her. But more than anything, she’s just upset. Upset, and tired. It felt like fate that the game would turn into a disaster. Jason had gotten his mind set on the opposing team making a foul play, building anger evident as he’d practically picked a fight with the referee. Chrissy had watched the telltale veins pulse in his neck, had blown a kiss his way to try to ease his temper back down. It hadn’t worked. Especially when her school’s team had ultimately lost. And only by three points, too. She hadn’t wanted to go to the post-game party, after that. Jason’s frustration had stunk as bad as if he’d drowned himself in alcohol, and Chrissy hadn’t wanted to go anywhere with him in that state. She hadn’t even wanted to go to the party to begin with - not even if they won. She’d always planned on excusing herself away. But God, had the stare he’d given her when she’d done so made her squirm. Made her want to shrink and hide, as phantom bugs skittered over her skin. He’d stared, said “Chris,” in that flat, disbelieving tone, and she’d avoided his eyes as she stood her ground. It’d been easy to hear the cogs turning in his head. Easy to picture his eyes shifting upwards, and finding Maria where she stood in the crowd. Jason had never been a huge fan of her befriending one of the “enemy.” Chrissy was sure that the word on her letting him down would reach her mother by the morning. It always did. “Can we just… go somewhere?” Still hugging herself, she finds herself reluctant to look up at Danny just yet. Talking to him right now won’t do her any favours; she can feel Jason’s eyes digging into her from where he stands near the gymnasium doors, before they cut away. She can already hear the way he’ll remark on this when they’re back at school. “I just… don’t really want to stay here, right now.”

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julie in a cute wrap skirt alongside her bikini and/or one piece in the summer. that is all

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"maybe you're already dead." @ maria. after getting hit with some sissy poison for a little bit. just voice in her ear. (:

Maybe she already is. When the cloud had first been blown towards her, Maria had recoiled in the manner that one might react to a sneeze. Poison went up her nose, dazed her eyes, left her coughing on the sick-sweetness of it as she breathed it in. It wasn’t her first time being dosed, but she didn’t love it any more for the familiarity. It was as if this family saw her as nothing more than some sort of sick toy. Leaving razor-thin lines of welling blood on her skin, berating her for being foolish enough to ever wander onto their land. Alternating calls of stupid and sugar, until she was too tired to even react. If she was dead, she was sure that this would be hell. The only thing missing was the sweltering fires blazing against her skin: but who could say if one of these visits, one of her captors wouldn’t appear wielding a branding iron. The sizzle of it against her skin would certainly measure up to hell enough. Now, though, she’s too lost in another drug-fuelled haze to think. The world warps around her, twists and bends back on itself until she can’t be sure that she isn’t hung upside down. Colours ring in her ears, she thinks her brain might have drained right out of her skull, and when that voice appears, Maria’s expression contorts as she hides her face against her upper arm. There’s no cry of terror, no pleas for mercy: just her paled, sweaty skin, nose pressing to her shoulder as her eyes scrunch shut hard enough to hurt. Colours still dance behind her eyelids, though- a sickening kaleidoscope that promises she won’t find any escape, not any time soon. That voice echoes behind her eyelids, too, and Maria can’t force it out. It whispers again and again, chasing her as she tries to burrow further into her own skin, and unwillingly towards the very predator taking so much pleasure from playing with her. “Please.” Finally, her own voice escapes. Cracked and ugly, warped by too little water and too much tortured begging. “Please, just stop. Just leave me alone.” It never works. Never, not once – but asking is all that she can do.

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fully inspired by @psychecreations post just with a different twist <3

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CHRISSY CUNNINGHAM 4.01: 'The Hellfire Club'

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" what the hell happened ? that looks like it hurts. " + SPRAIN :  for one muse to carry the other after spraining their ankle. | ( hmmm. danny for chrissy, mayhaps after a fall or misstep during a cheer routine or something? :3c )

She wonders if she should be thanking God that Danny showed up. Surely, she owes some gratitude to someone up there - getting a visit from either him or Maria feels like a blessing, every single time. A weight lifted right off her shoulders, even if just for a short moment. It means all the more, in the wake of her latest colossal fuckup. “I messed up.” Wincing, Chrissy continues her hobbled attempt at a walk - so reluctant to put weight on her injured ankle, that the pristine white tip of her trainer barely touched the ground. One hand rested on Danny’s arm for support, clutching the arm of his shirt, she limps, slowly, towards the side of the bleachers – all too aware that the nurse’s office is painfully far away. “I really messed up,” she continues, those baby blue eyes focused intensely on the ground. Scrutinising, as if she’s looking for flaws in the dirt under her feet. The words leaving her are more of a mutter than actual talking; Chrissy letting out every bad thought that she’d held back in front of her team. In the moment, she’d forced herself back into a smile, the perfect picture of carrying on through despite the failure pinned to her back. Now, all of it just… comes out. “I just – I can’t believe I missed it.” Her eyes stay locked before her, worries grating against the happy facade she’d been wearing before. Chrissy has no idea how much Danny even knows about cheerleading, but with him being a friend of Maria, he has to know something. Enough, at least, for her to feel comfortable opening up. “It was such an important step, and I threw the whole team off. Everyone knows. What kind of a captain am I?”

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i am so normal about family!chrissy i am so normal

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"don't shut me out like this." @ chrissy. maybe perhaps chrissy was snooping around and found some stuff she shouldn't have. (: dead peoples' things.

Too-big teeth worry at the flaking skin of her lower lip - a testament to just how hard Chrissy has been chewing, as of late. When it’s not cannibalising her own lips, she’s picking at her nails: a never ending cycle of light self-mutilation as her world spirals out of her control. Standing at the wardrobe of the rickety old trailer, Chrissy stares at the aged, white lace in her hands, and she bites. After all, there’s no Laura Cunningham around to stop her anymore. To slap her hands apart, to pinch her chin; to tell her it’s unladylike to do such things, and that she’s ruining her appeal to any man that would consider taking her on a date. Ever since Chrissy ran away, found a new home in the dilapidated centre of Texas, she’s never had to endure a round of that scolding again. But some days, it takes a little extra convincing to tell herself she’s that better off here. She’s aware of Sissy’s presence in the room, the way her slight form still manages to take up the space of the doorway. Knows that even though Sissy cares for her, it doesn’t mean she can’t still get into trouble with her. But Chrissy can’t bring herself to speak. Like the centrepiece of the fragile, porcelain music box still sitting in her bedroom back in Indiana, she has to wait for her thoughts to wind themselves to completion before she tries to say a thing. Her teeth dig into her lip, harder. Maybe, she thinks, it’s her own fault for having rooted too far into Sissy’s clothing. Having been told she could get herself a new dress, Chrissy had been a little too eager to search through the fabrics - marvelling at the range of patterns and textures against her fingertips, stolen from countless lives. Different colours, different ages of fabric, all at her perusal. But she’d dug in just a little too far, and her fingertips had brushed against lace. Out of pure curiosity, Chrissy had pulled out the dress to look at it.

And for some reason, the remnants of some poor soul’s wedding night had caused her to freeze.

Maybe it was knowing how close she had come to the same fate. Remembering Jason’s hands on her - his pride and his surety that come the end of their University careers, he’d have Chrissy on his arm.

Still standing there, she finally bites down on her lip hard enough for it to bleed. Salt seeps into her mouth, her thumbs pressing back and forth against the stitching of the gown. It was nothing like the type of dress she would have worn. Nothing like the type she’d have wanted. But some girl had wanted it - had been so happy, probably driving off into the night with her beau.

Or maybe she’d felt just as trapped as Chrissy would have been.

Maybe, in some way, she’d been freed.

Maybe Sissy had freed her too.

“When… when did you get this?” she asks, a moment passing before baby blue eyes raise to Sissy’s own. Her head lifted, Chrissy’s own hair rests free around her shoulders: her restrictive ponytails long since abandoned when she accepted this new life. The dress bunches just slightly in her grip, though she tries not to crease it. Recognising even now, that it deserves to be handled with care and fragility.

“How long ago?”

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I AM HOME AND I'M READY TO WRITE

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Chrissy lore notes: - Family consists of her, her mother, her father and her younger brother. She's left all of them back at home in Indiana. - Her mother is an extremely controlling woman, that picks at everything from Chrissy's appearance, to her performance in school, to her "performance" as a good girlfriend. - She suffers deeply from anxiety and various insecurities brought on by this, and feelings of isolation due to the fact that no one around her seems to notice, or shuts down her worries. Her father never stands up for her, and her brother is too young to do anything, and mercifully not targeted by her mother in the same way. - All of this leaves her pretty vulnerable to possible manipulation. - She's been raised to be a good girl that goes to church every Sunday, and retains her faith in the form of a cross necklace and saying her prayers before bed. - She did cheerleading in high school, and was good enough at it to be made the leader of her squad by her senior year. - Part of the deal of her going to Austin University at all is that she goes there with her boyfriend at the time, Jason. He's on a sports scholarship, and Chrissy is expected to simply be there to support him. - She's also expected to be engaged to him after graduation, and live a perfect, suburban, American life. - She's contemplating looking into nursing as a degree. - Despite arguably being at the top of the school hierarchy back in Indiana, she is a genuinely sweet, caring person. Nothing like a stereotypical, mean archetype of a cheerleader. - Defining tv tropes would be: Class Princess, Why Couldn't You Be Different?, Haunted Heroine, Sacrifical Lamb (st canon).

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  we  love  angst  on  this  blog,  what  can  we  say.  here’s  some  more  dialogue  prompts  for  you.  a  warning  for  potentially  triggering  themes  below.  )

❛ everything you touch, you ruin. ❜

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜

❛ you can’t make me disappear. ❜

❛ memories are only there to make you bleed. ❜

❛ i don’t need your permission. ❜

❛ don’t shut me out like this. ❜

❛ the less you know, the better. ❜

❛ i won’t stop killing until you kill me. ❜

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜

❛ you think i felt something for you? you’ve forgotten what i am. ❜

❛ the last time we talked, didn’t you say you wanted to kill me? ❜

❛ i felt something loosen in me that shouldn’t have been loosened. ❜

❛ pull yourself together. we have work to do. ❜

❛ stay back, i have a demon inside of me. ❜

❛ let me get closer, i have a hell inside of me where your demon can live. ❜

❛ people like that don’t deserve to live. ❜

❛ just do what you’re told. like you always do. ❜

❛ why do you have to make everyone hate you? ❜

❛ it’s better that you don’t get involved. ❜

❛ i’d do anything to make you stay. ❜

❛ who cares if it bleeds. ❜

❛ is this what you think love is? ❜

❛ just breathe through it. it gets easier. ❜

❛ don’t pretend that you cared about me. ❜

❛ i’m starting to think you like wasting my time. ❜

❛ we wouldn’t be alive if it weren’t for me. ❜

❛ i will never, ever, give you a moment’s peace. ❜

❛ the world doesn’t hate us. but it doesn’t love us either. ❜

❛ it hurts that you still can’t trust me after all this time. ❜

❛ a darkness with voices is better than a silent void. ❜

❛ it’s safer to be feared, than loved. ❜

❛ am i not good enough for you? ❜

❛ a burnt child loves the fire. ❜

❛ i’m tired of dying. ❜

❛ what if you hurt because it feels good? ❜

❛ don’t try to fix me, i’m not broken. ❜

❛ if you want me to die, you can just say so. ❜

❛ you don’t have to be afraid of who you are. ❜

❛ that line disappears once you cross it. ❜

❛ how can i believe you after all you’ve done? ❜

❛ i won’t let you forget about me. ❜

❛ the person you once knew me as, died. ❜

❛ are you going to leave me again? ❜

❛ i have nothing i could offer you. ❜

❛ no one is going to save you. no one can. ❜

❛ maybe you’re / i’m already dead. ❜ 

❛ you have blood on your hands. ❜

❛ what, can’t take a punch? ❜

❛ i’m your mind giving you someone to talk to. ❜

❛ you have to step out of this darkness and let them see you for who you are, like i have. ❜

[joansblondells]

STRANGER THINGS 4's new character Chrissy Cunningham has a 'do that might look familiar. Her hair design was inspired by Olivia Newton-John’s character Sandy in GREASE—very American good girl and classic cheerleader—but with very ‘80s bangs. - NetflixFilm on twitter

Chrissy Cunningham in Netflix's Stranger Things S4 (2022) + Sandy Olsson in Grease (1978)

+BONUS

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