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Thanks for adding even more to that headcannon. And you're right, Jonah hás something supernatural passive power that lures people to him, wake up sheeple! 😁 I suggest we call this cracked and dark headcannon either the Dark!FrisbeeCamp theory or the AntiChrist!Jonah theory, your pick. Or even come up with something else, you started it so you get final say. Also, I'm not cursed, I've just finished watching American Horror Story: Apocalypse and I'm still Shooketh™ at how amazing it was!

Dark!FrisbeeCamp theory has a nice ring to it anon we’ll go with that. And I do intend on having a final say in this horrofying twist in an otherwise mundane night. I might write a fic for this I’m kinda tempted

Please do write a fanfic about this horrifying headcannon we came up with in this otherwise mundane night (😁), I 10000% support this idea. And please share it if you really end up writing it because I would love to read it.

Anon, I kinda want to know who you are so I could just send it to you cause I don’t think the friendom is ready for Jonah The Antichrist

I hate my self so goddamn much I made a fucking side blog for my possible Jonah is the Antichrist fic, what the fuck????

If you write the fic please post the link to the side blog with it! Also, sorry for being a shy mess and only "commenting" through anon asks. - Same anon from before.

It’s fine anon, I’m not sure I would want to be publicly associated with the fuckery that has taken place tonight. And don’t worry, if by tomorrow I haven’t disappeared under mysterious circumstances, I’ll be sure to post the link if I write the fic.

So out of ALL the things I talked about last night, Reed with the goddamn weed is the thing I’d be discussing the next day. Life man, it’s just a unpredictable clusterfuck.

I believe a more correct representation would be this:

My mutuals looking through my feed last night

I'm here for wathever you feel like doing with this Headcannon. Edits, fics, whatever... Just go for it and I'll stan!

The edits in question will be as heinous as the head canon itself. I’ll get to work. On a separate blog. Soon….

Alright, so my poor followers won’t have to be subjected to this insanity, I’ll be posting my Dark!Frisbee Camp content @darkultimatefrisbeecamp and encourage that one anon to send any further messages to that blog.

Official Teaser Poster for my upcoming fic. Hope you enjoy. 

Submitted for Dark Ultimate Frisbee Camp

Sent by anon, enjoy the following message: 

“If you allow me, let me help you by proposing the following ideas for the dark!frisbeecamp theory: Jonah has a supernatural passive ability, which he didn’t know he had until he met the Cult, that lures people to him. Like a magnetic energy field that makes people trust, befriend, and (depending on their sexual orientation) makes them fall for him. And even not romantically attracted, they still tend to follow him as if they were under a spell. 

Buffy is also affected, but due to her personality the effects are not so visible or erratic, and she never saw Jonah as more than a friend. 

Cyrus, also affected by Jonah’s power, has or is developing, a even bigger resistance than Andi. Why? Cyrus doesn’t even know, but he’s a witch with empathic powers, which is why he can read and understand people’s feelings so well. 

Returning from the camp with knowledge of his powers, Jonah became curious and started carefully testing his abilities.”

-Anonymous 

Submit your own theories, if you dare. 

Thanks! I've really liked writing those stories! Actually, before this, it had been awhile since I wrote anything for fun, so thanks for going through with your dark AU, it has inspired me to get back into writing!

Hi!I'm not sure if this message went through when I sent it yesterday,so I'm sending it again.I'm the anon who sent you the Lester story and other ideas for your AU.Well,I was anon.Sorry for taking so long to show up.Yes, you can post the story on your Dark!Frisbee Camp side blog.You can also credit me.But can I also post it on my blog and tag it as part of this AU?And thank you for being so understanding and making such nice comments about my Lester story and other ideas.I really appreciate it.

Hey! Sorry I guess it didn’t somethings been up with my asks lately but hi! Totally, you can post it on your blog, just tag it dark!frisbeecamp theory as that’s how I tag all my posts! And thank you for making such awesome content, it’s been a highlight for me these past two weeks!

Oh my Gloob! I just had an idea for your dark AU! Well actually two: 1 - Lester is actually a ghost of a boy that died in the place where TJ and Reed go dirtbike, that place used to be an Native burial ground and his soul got stuck. They don't know anything about Lester being dead. The only one who knows is the owner of that land, who keeps the secret of the ghost. Perhaps he is Lester's still alive father... 2 - Lester is Demon/Spirit, the likes of Madame Satan from Netflix's Sabrina.

Keep going, I’m writing this down

Ok so maybe you were jk honestly idk anymore so I wrote more of my ghost Lester idea: Old Herbert owned a large piece of land and used it for his business of dirtbike, and also were his house was. It was a popular place where kids and adults would go motorbiking (they could rent bikes and equipment). His only child, Lester, loved to dirtbike, and was quite good at it. His wife, Alyssa, loved him and their son very much. But strange things happened in that land, for it was once a burial ground of

10000000/10 Anon please write more

Native American tribes, and long ago, when they were forced to abandon their land, they casted a powerful curse on it. If the colonizers wanted the land, they would have it, but they would find neither the rest or the peace the tribes did. They would have to wander, restless, forever. And so, with the curse, the place once used to lay the dead to rest, became the place the dead would never be able to rest. And sadly, one day, young Lester suffered a horrible accident. And his life ended on that

FINISH YOUR ESSAY ANON OR I WILL SMACK YOUR WRISTS WITH MY RULER YOU HEATHEN!!!!

cursed soil, and thus his existence in this realm did not cease. For days, Old Herbert and sweet Alyssa mourned their dear son, but it was like he wasn't gone. More and more weird events would unfold. Things in Lester's bedroom would have been moved, as if someone had used it. The TV would turn on semingly out of nowhere right on the time for Lester's favorite the show and on the right channel. And then they started hearing him. His steps, coming closer to them. His voice, reaching out to them.

I’m gonna include this in my Dark!frisbee camp theory fic if that’s alright with you anon

But it happened. In a split second their Lester was not there, and in the next he was. Someway, somehow, from that glitch their son entered once again this realm of existence. He somehow managed to project his spirit from the place it was, trapped in the Veil. Not really here, not really there. But now, he was back. Herbert and Alyssa were in disbelief, but at the same time happier then in a long time. Of course, Lester wasn't truly back. As impressive as it is for a ghost to physicaly manifest,

Whoops should’ve published this first sorry

even if such manifestation is in a place marked by death in and an abundance of mystical energy, such materialization dosen't make them any less ghosts. All ghost, all souls that for some reason don't move on after death, are bound to the place were their life ended. Lester's binding to his place of demise was not due to the curse, even though it was strengthened by it. The curse simply makes it so that anyone that perishes on the land has no choice but to stay. And so he's there to this day,

Continue *gets some popcorn*

with his parents. Unable to grow. Unable to age. Unable to leave. But Herbert and Alyssa don't intend to leave either. No one needs to know of any of that. They Just need to wait. After all, one day death will come for them to, and they will make sure that it's on that land. So they can always be a family. Together. Forever.

Beautiful. Magnificent. Iconic. 1000000000000000/10. Would recommend.

Now it's over! As you can see, I'm quite the fan of horror stories! If you want me to write more, or to give you details of what I wrote you can just ask!

Will do! Though I do wish I could properly credit you!

A Shadyside urban legend: the land of lost souls

This was originally written to be a part of @rainbowshipping Dark!FrisbeeCamp AU (@darkultimatefrisbeecamp). This version is nearly the same as the one I sent to her, except that now it has a title, a minor change in the story, some extra details and grammar correction.

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Old Herbert owned a large piece of land around the outskirts of Shadyside, one he used both as a place for his business of dirtbiking, and as the place were him and his family lived, where their house was. It was a popular place where both kids and adults would go to dirtbike, even if they didn’t have a bike or equipment of their own, for old Herbert had plenty they could rent.

Old Herberts’s family was happy and healthy. His only child, a teenage boy named Lester, loved to dirtbike, and was quite good at it. His wife, Alyssa, an extremely intelligent and beautiful woman, loved him and their son very much.

But strange things happened in that land, for it was once a burial ground of Native American tribes, and long ago, when they were forced to abandon that soil, sacred to them, a powerful curse befell on it, but not by the doing of the tribes. It was the Spirits, born of the inherent energy of Nature, entities with who the original inhabitants communed and coexisted with, who were in that place long before there were people to bury, beings that were never human. It was they, who in the anger of seeing all the evil that was being done against those who they saw dearly, who were forced to witness their land being occupied by violent usurpers, made use of their own powers, along with the energies of chaos, death and despair that had been spread by all the violence, to invoke what can best be described as an anchor to bind the dead.

If the colonizers wanted the land so much they would kill for it, them they would have it, but they would find neither the rest or the peace the tribes did in it. Those that fell in that place would never be free, they would have to wander, restless, forever. And so, with the curse, the place once used to lay the dead to rest, became the place the dead would never be able to rest.

And with that, the land became filled with hatred and desperation, with so much darkness that it became a gateway to our world for beings that dwell in the realms of shadows, to creatures of malevolence. They were now draw to that place, like moths are lured to light.

Those that had the blood of the people who respected the Spirits of Nature, and met their end in that terrain, would be taken under their protection in death, safe from the dark entities and other ghosts that wander through that soil. But all others, specially the descendants of the invanders, would have to fend for themselves, alone in that treacherous ground.

And sadly, one day, young Lester suffered a horrible accident while dirtbiking. The injuries where many and terrible. And he did not survive. His life ended on that cursed terrain, and thus while no longer alive, his existence in this realm did not cease completely. For days, old Herbert and sweet Alyssa mourned their dear son, but it was like he wasn’t gone.

More and more, weird and inexplicable events would unfold. Things in Lester’s bedroom would have been moved, as if someone had used them. The TV would turn on semingly out of nowhere, right on time for Lester’s favorite show and on the right channel. And then they started hearing him. His steps, coming closer to them. His voice, reaching out to them. Eventually they even started seeing him, wandering around the hallways of the house or around the dirtbike field, but never for long, always only a glimpse.

And then one night, while they were having dinner, he appeared fully. It started with a weird feeling creeping throught old Herbert’s and Alyssa’s spine. Then the diningroom became cold, as if they were outside during the worst of winter. And that’s when the lights started flickering, and what seemed like a glitch happened right at the entrance to the room. A glitch, just like of those that happen in computers, machines Herbert could barely understand but were masterfully used by both Alyssa and Lester. Except this glitch wasn’t happening in a machine, it was happening in real life.

As if an event so powerful, so outside of what’s accounted as possible by the laws of both Nature and Physics, was taking place right there inside their house. As if reality itself, or at least reality as they knew it, was being tore apart in front of their eyes. The glitch lasted only for a moment, a blink and you’ll miss it situation, and then it was gone. In it’s place, was Lester. It was something they could not explain, but it happened.

In a split second their Lester was not there, and in the next he was. Someway, somehow, from that glitch their son entered once again in the world of the living. He somehow managed to project his spirit from the place it was, trapped in the Veil. Not really here, not really there. But now, he was back. Old Herbert and Alyssa were in disbelief, but happier then they were ever since their son had died.

Of course, Lester wasn’t truly back. As impressive as it is for a ghost to physicaly manifest, even if such manifestation is in a place marked by death and with an abundance of mystical energy, such materialization dosen’t make them any less ghosts. And all ghosts, all souls that for some reason don’t move on after death, are bound to the place were their life ended. Therefore, Lester’s binding to his place of demise is not exclusively due to the curse, even though it was strengthened by it. What the curse did to Lester is to deny him any chance of moving on. The curse makes it so that anyone that perishes on the land has no choice but to stay.

It’s very likely, that if it wasn’t for the spiritual anchor that holds all souls on that terrain, Lester’s soul would have just moved on to the realms beyond. But in that place that was never was a possibility for him. Or anyone.

And so he’s there to this day, with his parents. A ghost that can take a physical form. Unable to grow. Unable to age. Unable to leave. And, for the better or worse, he wasn’t the only dead soul to wander on that land. Many had perished in there since the curse was set, but none had manifested before. At least not to Old Herbert’s family.

Perhaps Lester was able to do so, apparently unlike the other ghosts before the event, because of his emotional connection to his parents, wich he could have used to force himself back into our reality. Perhaps the Veil was holding too strong for them to cross before, and for some reason Lester managed to open a windom in it. Perhaps that’s not the reason at all, and the other ghosts simply didn’t know crossing to this side of reality was possible. Maybe they did, but simply didn’t care. The only thing the family knew when it came to this, is that the supernatural events in that place became far stronger and more frequent after Lester’s walk through the Veil.

Either way, old Herbert and Alyssa didn’t care about about the strange ocurrences. All they cared about was their son. They would investigate the legends and try to find a way to help him. Perhaps there was a way to make peace with the Spirits, show them that they were not like their ancestors, that they mean no harm and only want peace. Maybe then the curse will be lifted.

But if that wasn’t possible and their son was forced to be there forever, so would they. If that was the case, they just needed to wait. After all, one day death will come for them too, and they would make sure that it was on that land. So they can always be a family. Together. Forever.

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