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@sondair: 💬: why can't i be more like you, nancy? just head out to the horizon whenever i feel like it?
[ txt : Ruth F. ] : Ruth, I'm not much different from you.
[ txt : Ruth F. ] : I know it doesn't seem that way, but we actually have a lot in common.
[ txt : Ruth F. ] : Why don't we get together one night, yeah? We can talk about it? Maybe do a few things together.
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@53min5sec : [ text ] are you awake?
[ txt : Steve ] : Yes.
[ txt : Steve ] : I can't stop thinking about what those cops said.
[ txt : Steve ] : How they didn't believe any missing person now is related to those from the past.
[ txt : Steve ] : How is it just okay that people go missing nearly every day?
[ txt : Steve ] : Why does that make Barb vanishing back then okay? How does it make any of this okay?
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Nancy hadn't gotten dressed this morning with intentions to fluster @53min5sec, but she'd be lying if she said she didn't notice it. It was a beautiful summer day, the sun out and a gentle breeze touching the air. They were spending time with her family-- a cookout that her parents insisted on them all being at. Even some of Mike's friends were about, Holly's too. Not that it mattered when she'd look over and see Steve gazing at her, his dark eyes eating her up and the outfit she wore. Mind you, again, she didn't intentionally get dressed thinking she'd cause a stir for him... but she definitely was enjoying it. Didn't even know if he knew she was aware-- did that stop her from making it worse? No.
She'd shrugged off one of the shoulders of her green cardigan during a conversation with Max, excusing it as her being warm. Shifting somewhat and adjusting the bottom of her sundress, aware of it in ways she hadn't when eyes bore against her frame. She caught him staring again when she climbed the steps of the back porch, following Holly to where the porch swing was. She sat down beside her sister, crossing a leg over the other and plucking her phone from a cardigan pocket after it buzzed gently. Her blues dropped to read the message there, biting back a smile that wanted to eat her face.
[ text ] I miss you.
She had to fight the chuckle that wanted to leave her, humming instead in acknowledgement at whatever her sister was saying. She still pulled her gaze to find where Steve was, landing on him and seeing the parted lip stare in her direction-- his phone in hand. She bit her tongue, eyes dropping and thumbs working back a quick message while Holly spoke quickly beside her.
[ txt: Steve ] : Is this an SOS to save you from my family? Orrr is it because you're enjoying the dress today?
[ CAUGHT ] receiver catches sender getting flushed because of something they are doing and/or wearing.
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Nancy flicks her head around, eyes shooting to find where the other is stood. She doesn't break her gaze even as the silence starts to settle in around them. She knows something is coming and so do they, but neither move. It's not certain whether moving would cause something to happen, but she doesn't dare chance it yet-- instead widening her gaze and parting her lips. She knows she shouldn't speak so she mouths a singular word instead, "Run--" She's about to do it herself, she just needs to know they'll go too.
open brief starter.
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𝙲𝙻𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙴𝙳𝙱𝙰𝙸𝚃 ; the "bait" comes in many shapes and sizes, but it is usually intentionally misleading and/or crassly provocative. clicking will inevitably cause disappointment . . .
mutuals only multimuse featuring characters from television, movies, video games, books, and theater . . .
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im not neglecting nance! i've been on other blogs.
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my daughter is eating her lunch so well and im so??? 🤧
#♕ ⭒ ooc#she's just been at her little table using her little fork and eating off her little plate#she hasn't made a peep beyond “mmm!” when she likes a bite#she only gets up when her sippy cup rolls off the table#im so proud of her and im so going to CRY if i don't stop talking about it
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When her AP Literature teacher walked back into the classroom after an impromptu staff meeting singing some song? Nancy knew something was severely wrong and though she couldn't place it at first-- it started to show. There was no hiding something sinister was happening and it was taking a hold of the school. It exploded quickly into a mess, blue goo-like slop being projected and forced down the throats of students. She had ran when she spotted it happening, darting through the mess of those in a panic so she could find Mike. She had phone service for a period of time through it, texting her brother and ensuring he was safe before darting to the elementary school. She didn't have time to think about her parents and if they were going to go there, she had to get Holly and then she had to get Mike. The latter was going to be harder to find with all the bodies pushing through the school, but she trusted he was safe.
And he proved to be until Nancy arrived back at the high school with Holly in hand. She had swooped her sister up and rushed to find Mike, trying to get over the image of small children singing and dancing with such empty joy. She didn't know what was going on, no one seemed to know and everyone was fleeing in every direction. She knew they couldn't stay in the school, but going out seemed just as terrible an idea. It's how they wound up in a biology room thinking they'd avoided being spotted, but as she was slamming a chair under the handle of the door she could hear Ruth outside. Panic twisted her stomach as that voice became melodic, Holly letting out a whimper. She heard Mike try to comfort her and Nancy was quick to return to their side, promising Holly that she wasn't going to let anything happen to any of them. They'd get somewhere safe and they'd get through whatever the hell was happening.
Ruth was getting more demanding outside the door, but suddenly it was cut off. Her silence followed by the door being burst open despite the chair, a gasp leaving all of them only to have relief wash over her at the sight of Steve. She didn't expect to see him. Why would she? They were friends, yes, but they weren't-- "Steve...." she takes his hand when it's offered to her, allowing the help up before giving a squeeze as if she needed to make sure he was actually there-- and not singing.
Her blue orbs flickered across his expression trying to take in just how bad it was out there, noting that there were others. That brought her some comfort, "Okay, yeah." She agrees with him. They need to get out of the school, it wasn't safe. They had to get where others were and they needed to make a plan, "We... we'll go with you and we'll figure it out with all of them, yeah?"
Mike goes to protest, Nancy hears it in her name as he speaks it and she quickly shoots him a look, "We don't have a choice, Mike. It's either stay here and wait to die or try our chances out there getting somewhere safer." A stare off commences briefly before he looks away, dropping his defense. She sighs and looks to Holly, offering her sister her hand who takes it quickly, "We're gonna go now, Hol. Just stay close to me."
family video was choking on its last breath in the twenty-first century, but the owner refused to let it die. the morning that hatchetfield had fallen apart, steve had opened alone after dropping robin off at the high school. he had been carrying an armful of dvds in from the return bin when he heard someone amongst the shelves. weird . . . did the front door even chime? maybe he had just grown numb to the sound.
he could hear a giggling happening from the shelves, and as he set his armful down, the giggles turned into a more coherent series of words. a melody. la . . . dee dah da . . . la dee dah da . . . la dee dah da day ---
steve had spoken up with some smart ass comment that they needed to pick whatever musical they were thinking about and scam, but when he made eye contact with the patron, he knew something was very, very wrong. the look in the man's eyes was manic, animalistic . . . and suddenly, the patron was taking a long steps towards steve, who quickly started backing up before eventually bolting out the back.
as he sprinted in the alley way, he nearly crashed face to face with two people - a man in a business suit and a woman he recognized from her beanie's uniform. the chick that was always bickering with zoey behind the beanie's counter. they both looked equally shaken, but they let him come along, and soon, they were finding their own friends and comparing notes. something was wrong in hatchetfield, and the first thing that came to steve's mind was who was trapped at the school: nancy, robin, mike... and holly, where was holly? was she still at the elementary school? he'd figure that out after he got the others.
the next few hours was a mixture of combatting the douchebag cop that was married to the chick in the cat sweater before the group could genuinely settle and think. some had taken to their own corners, some to a bottle. but one of the men, bill, caught steve's attention when he said he was going to the high school. paul, the previous guy in the business suit, had told him he was going along with. and instantly, steve was on his feet, saying that his family was still there too.
they took the long way by foot by crossing across pinebrook, but it kept them off the main pathways. steve only split from the two men to go try to find nancy and the others. robin had been found crouching in the band room, and she had relayed that she had last seen nancy in the science wing.
baseball bat in hand, steve made a beeline for the science hallway, but he stopped just before the final turn when he caught a small voice pleading and pounding at the door.
" nancy, let me in! " the girl pleaded, giving the door another set of frantic smacks. " it's just me! i'm not sick. i - i'm -- " her voice cut off to a stammer, and when steve poked his head around the corner he saw a girl in a striped sweater with bushy hair and headgear. her small frame shook like she was sobbing with defeat, but within seconds, it morphed into something darker . . . a laugh. " nancy, i'm fine. it's great out here, it's . . . it's simply magical! " the last phrase came out too melodic to be natural before her small hand curled into a fist and slammed against the door with more strength than her little body should be capable of. " get out here now, nan -- ugh! "
WHACK!
the blow with the baseball bat caused the girl's head to whip to the side with a loud snap, but steve wasn't going to be here long enough to see if it actually killed her. he rushed into the room and felt a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding escape him at the sight of nancy huddled against the far wall with mike, the two creating human shields over a trembling holly.
" are you okay? " he quickly asked as he extended a hand to help @nobodydeviates to her feet. " we can't stay long. i don't know if i -- " killed her? god, that sat poorly within him. " we just need to go. there are other survivors waiting for us -- "
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Florence + the Machine sentence starters
cws: substance abuse (alcohol), mention of death
“Every demon wants his pound of flesh.”
“I like to keep somethings to myself.”
“It’s always darkest before dawn.”
“I can never leave the past behind.”
“I’ve been a fool and I’ve been blind.”
“Shake it off!”
“It’s hard to dance with the devil on your back.”
“Never let me go.”
“I think I’m breaking down again.”
“I’m not calling you a liar.”
“Just don’t lie to me.”
“I love you so much.”
“There’s a ghost in my lungs.”
“You can’t save me now.”
“I brace myself because I know it’s going to hurt.”
“I’m going to drink myself to death.”
“You can’t hold me down.”
“I know I can count on you.”
“Things just go wrong no matter what I do.”
“Is it worth the wait?”
“I didn’t tell anyone.”
“I promised I wouldn’t do it again.”
“I couldn’t scream and I couldn’t shout.”
“Now, there’s a few things we have to burn.”
“Tell me you see it too.”
“I can’t stand the heat.”
“Is it too late to come on home?”
“Maybe I’ll see you in another life?”
“If you could just forgive yourself –”
“I know you’re bleeding, but you’ll be okay.”
“Hold on to your heart.”
“It’s a different kind of danger.”
“Come on, is this what you want?”
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𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.
idk what this is my dudes, i got angsty, then spot.ify gave me a soft song, and i decided to resolve the angst briefly by writing up these! i hope y’all enjoy!
DIALOGUE PROMPTS.
“ hey, look at me… you can do this. okay? you can. “
“ it’s gonna work out, alright? i promise.
“ you’re not alone, okay? not anymore. i’m right here with you. “
“ you good? “
“ here. hold my hand. you get scared again, squeeze tight, and i’ll help you. got it? “
“ shh… it’s okay… breathe with me, okay? in… and out… good job. “
“ we’re gonna figure all this out together, i promise. “
“ that’s it… there we go, good job… let it all out. “
“ of course i came. you called me. what’s wrong? “
“ hey, why don’t we get out of here? would that be better? “
“ you wanna get out of here? i know a great coffee shop a few blocks away. “
“ do you wanna talk about this, or be distracted, or left alone? “
“ you don’t have to be so strong all the time. it’s okay. cry. i’ll be strong for both of us. “
“ hey, i got you some water. drink it all, you’ll feel better. “
“ it’s been a long day. why don’t you stay here tonight? i can take the sofa. “
“ c’mon, you gotta eat something. and i can’t cook, so take-out it is. eat up. “
“ let’s go for a walk. staying here is the worst thing we can do, right? “
“ don’t you pay any heed to those morons. they don’t know you. not like i do. “
“ it’s okay. i got you… “
“ we don’t need to talk unless you want to. i’m happy to just sit with you for a while. “
“ it’s alright. you take your time… i’m gonna be right here whenever you want to talk, okay? “
ACTION PROMPTS.
[ KNEE ]: sender gently rests a hand on the receiver’s knee to stop them from shaking it.
[ MOUTH ]: sender notices the receiver’s distress from across a crowded room, and silently mouths “are you okay?” to them.
[ SIT ]: sender guides the receiver into a seat after noticing them becoming upset.
[ BESIDE ]: sender sits next to the troubled receiver at a social event so that they don’t have to feel alone.
[ BACK ]: sender rests a gentle hand against the receiver’s back, silently checking in on them.
[ HAND ]: sender takes a gentle hold of the receiver’s hand, as a form of emotional support and reassurance.
[ JOIN ]: sender follows the emotionally unsettled receiver out of a crowded party and into a secluded space to check on their well-being.
[ BREATHE ]: sender begins to take slow, deliberately even breaths, encouraging the receiver to copy their motions until their own breathing is back to normal.
[ SPOON ]: sender lies beside the receiver and becomes the big spoon to comfort them.
[ GLANCE ]: sender glances at the receiver while in a public setting to assure them they aren’t alone, and ground them in doing so.
[ BLOCK ]: sender deliberately stands in front of the receiver to prevent them from seeing something that may upset them further.
[ SHIELD ]: sender deliberately stands in front of the receiver to protect them from a targeted attack (verbal or physical).
[ DISTRACT ]: sender, noticing receiver’s distress, provides a distraction for them (by conversation, a mobile game, a detour, etc.).
[ ARRIVE ]: sender shows up at the receiver’s door after receiving a troubled phone call from the receiver.
[ CIRCLE ]: sender rubs slow circles on the receiver’s back while hugging them in an effort to calm them down.
[ FOREHEAD ]: sender lowers their head to press their forehead against the receiver’s, trying to comfort them in the process.
[ ANCHOR ]: sender places a hand on the back of the receiver’s neck and pulls them close in an effort to physically and emotionally ground them.
[ HOLD ]: sender holds out their hands to the receiver, either to hold hands or to hold them.
[ AROUND ]: while sitting together, the sender quietly wraps an arm around the receiver’s shoulders as a support.
[ SHOULDER ]: sender reaches out and places a hand on the receiver’s shoulder, both to catch their attention and silently ask if they’re okay.
[ JACKET ]: sender notices the receiver beginning to shake after an immensely distressing incident, and removes their own jacket to wrap it around the receiver’s shoulders.
[ CATCH ]: sender, noticing the receiver’s legs beginning to give out beneath them, rushes over to them and catches them before they collapse to the ground.
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𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚢 𝟶𝟸 / ??
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@53min5sec: 💬: i'm stuck on the highway.
[ txt: Steve 💕 ]: Everyone is stuck on the highway.
[ txt: Steve 💕 ]: They're saying multiple crafts are appearing.
[ txt: Steve 💕 ]: Nothing has happened with them, but the panic is immense. News coverage is telling everyone to stay indoors until the military gets here.
[ txt: Steve 💕 ]: I'm seconds away from telling you to ditch the car. I have a terrible feeling about all of this.
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May I remind you we are looking for information on dark wizards? If someone's gonna write about that, it's gonna be these weirdos.
STRANGER THINGS, S04E03
The Monster and the Superhero
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#girl problems
Natalia Dyer as NANCY WHEELER and Maya Hawke as ROBIN BUCKLEY
in STRANGER THINGS 4: Chapter Four: Dear Billy
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Nancy was well aware how against all this Steve was and the strain it was putting on their relationship, not that it was threatened-- but it was certainly stepping on eggshells at the moment. She knew he was just looking out for her, but she was a big girl and she could handle herself. Not to mention she wasn't truly at risk. What threat did she pose in this competition? What chances did she have of actually winning? None. Not a chance. Not in the shadows of Zoey Chambers and Linda Monroe, but still. She was putting forth the effort and giving it her "all" in order to keep up appearances. Which is what led her to asking @pepslay for assistance.
The two were friends. Maybe not as close as they used to be, but friends nonetheless and old ballet classmates. Nancy had fallen off of those classes after Barb went missing, the interest in anything of the sort feigning as she mourned. However it was the only real talent she had in her arsenal that wasn't shooting targets-- it'd have to do. The only thing she hadn't considered was unfortunately how hard it would be to get back into it. She knew it would be a challenge, but she hadn't been ready for the necessary ice baths later after she and Chrissy finished with practices.
Though... tonight was different. They'd worked a bit on Nancy's routine only to find themselves sitting on the floor of the small rented studio space. The two girls sat cross legged and across from one another, voices soft as they spoke about old memories they shared through the years. She hadn't realized how much she missed having Chrissy around her. The girl and her used to do so much together when they were younger, their mom's having put them in so many similar activities. They'd gotten along for so long and then--
"I'm sorry," the words fell out of her mouth before she could fully understand why she was saying them. A shake of her head and she tries to clarify despite her own confusion, "I didn't mean to change the mood with that," a little laugh, "I've been wanting to apologize to you for a while now. I know you'll tell me it isn't my fault, but I... I didn't realize how much I missed this. You." She offers Chrissy a soft grin, "I should've been better about checking on you."
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𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚢 𝟶𝟷 / ??
mutuals only may interact.
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