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goldribboncottage · 5 months

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Rock Her Shit, Pt. 2 | Hazel Callahan x Reader

Okay so this ended up having some smut at the end which I have never written before.

First date + PJ gets kicked in the chest + you comfort Hazel

Plus size/larger than Hazel reader, continuation of the previous part

TW piercings, mentions of needles, PJ being mean

PJ and Josie ended the meeting after your injury, but not before PJ yelled at everyone to remind them of the next meeting. All the girls had left except you and Hazel, who usually stayed later to pack up the equipment.

You join her and help her put everything away, working side by side in comfortable silence. Once everything had been put away, you sat next to each other in the bleachers. Hazel looked down at her lap, playing with the rings on her fingers. She was fidgety, unsure of what happens now. Your gaze was fixed on her hands too, remembering how they felt on you, wondering how they would feel again.

They really were beautiful. What you thought was black nail polish was actually dark green, chipped and pulled at. Her hands were slender and strong, with multiple rings on both. You studied them. On her right pinky was a small silver band, then of course the infamous dragonfly ring on her middle finger. Her thumb had one that wrapped around it, circular spirals at the ends. Her left hand had an aluminum ring stamped with “dyke” on her ring finger, and two rings on her pointer, a moonstone and a midi ring. Finishing her collection was a thick ring on her thumb that had a smaller ring to spin on top of it. She played with it now as you both gazed at her hands.

“I love your rings.” You whisper to her softly. She stops playing with them and looks up at you.

“Really?” She asks almost in disbelief. “It’s not too much?”

“No. They’re perfect. I would kill for a collection as cool as yours. I have sensory issues with rings so I just can’t wear them for long. But yours are beautiful. Where do you get them?” You grab her right hand to play with your favorite, remembering how it brought you two together.

“A lot of them I got from this little shop I like. They have different artists come in and they can sell their stuff. So sometimes I don’t know who made them or found them. But this one I made myself” She points to the dyke ring. “I got a little stamping kit at a craft store. And the dragonfly is from an estate sale. My mom likes really expensive stuff but it feels weird wearing Gucci jewelry at school. I have a lot more at my house. These are just the ones I like to wear every day. Sometimes I go to the farmers market, and there’s a girl who makes rings out of spoon handles! It’s so cool. She told me all about how she melts them in her garage with a blowtorch. She’s our age and goes to a different school. I tried to be her friend but I don’t really know how to make friends. But we talk when I go to the market, and I think she knows my name now! Her and her girlfriend have a little booth together.” Her voice fades off, and you raise your eyebrows.

“You can tell me more. I like listening to you talk. It’s interesting. I still get my jewelry from Claire’s.” You confess. She looks relieved. You couldn’t help but notice how put down she looks when she thinks you aren’t listening. But you always were. In class, at fight club, now. Hazel always captured your attention.

“Claire’s is cool! I got my ears pierced there in 6th grade. But then I took them out because they hurt. I’ve been too scared to get them re-pierced. How do you even stand a needle going through your skin like that? You have so many!” She refers to your ear piercings.

“Yeah, it can really hurt sometimes. But after they heal you just forget they’re there. It’s as painless as putting on rings.”

“I don’t think I believe you. How many piercings do you have?” She looks at your ears, trying to count.

You tuck your hair behind your ears to show her. “I have six on this ear and four on the other. Both of them I have double lobes, and then some different cartilage. They all have different names. I have a conch, daith, and some helix. The backs are flat, see? So no poking me. I never take them out unless I see a cool new labret.”

She traces your jewelry softly with her hands, and you can feel her breath on your neck. “What is a labret? Which ones are which?” She asks earnestly.

You explain to her what it means and point out the different jewelry in your ears. She was fascinated. It gave you an idea. You stand up abruptly and pull her along with you.

“What?” She looks confused and concerned.

“Don’t worry Haze. I just had an idea. You up for an adventure?” You wrap your hands around her and step closer.

“Y-yeah. Do I need to be worried?” She gazes up to you and places her hands on your arms.

“No, but I suspect you will be anyway.”You gently kiss her forehead and she leans into you. “C’mon! Let’s go!” You lead her out of the gym and to your car.

You park in front of a tattoo shop and Hazel looks terrified.

“Hey. Look at me. It’s gonna be great. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, okay?” You try to reassure her, but the small girl shrinks into herself more. “I’m going to get a new piercing. Maybe my eyebrow. If you want, you can get your ear lobes pierced. Either way I will buy you a special treat after for being a good girl.”

The offer of a special treat gets her attention and she sits up in the passenger seat. You calling her a good girl also grabbed her attention and made her heart flutter.

“Okay! Let’s go. What are you waiting for?” She hops out of the car and you enter the shop together.

“Hey Katie!” You greet the receptionist. “Any time for a couple piercings today? I’m thinking an eyebrow for me, and maybe something for my friend.” Hazel was by your side, glancing nervously at the new space.

“Yeah Y/N, Paige just finished up with a client so we can probably get you right back. Any changes for your paperwork?” The redhead asks you and you tell her no, you just need a form for Hazel.

You sit together and Hazel answers the questions on the sheet as well as giving Katie her drivers license. You see the picture then, she’s doing a big, cheesy bunny smile with dimples on display. Much cuter than your stone-faced, scared-to-smile card.

Paige introduces themselves to Hazel and brings you two back to the piercing room, with Hazel still silent and frightened. You hold her hand to reassure her, and remind her she doesn’t have to do anything she doesn’t want to.

“Paige can explain the process to you. They have all their certifications and did almost all of my piercings.” You explain to her. “You can just watch me and decide afterwards if you want any. No pressure.”

“I think I want to. I like earrings.” She tells you. “But I’m still kind of scared.”

“I’ll be right here with you.”

Paige preps their supplies for your eyebrow piercing. It feels different than your ears have, with no cartilage to go through. It was almost easier to handle than some of your other ones. But it definitely hurt more. You squeezed Hazel’s hand and took deep breaths.

It was her turn now, so the piercer changes the paper on their table and preps for Hazel’s earlobes. You switch places with the smaller girl and she kicks her feet impatiently while sitting. Her hands are gripping yours tightly, eyes looking deeply into yours. Her hands are cold and the metal of her rings amplifies it.

“Kiss for good luck?” You dare to ask, and Hazel swiftly complies. Your eyebrow was starting to hurt more, but you wanted to be there for your friend.

Friend? More than friend? You tried not to think about the label on this relationship as you helped her breathe through getting her ears done. She chose simple diamond studs, and was done before you knew it. Paige thanked you for coming and handed you a sheet on aftercare, even though you were well versed on it.

You paid for Hazel’s piercings and yours, as well as cleaning spray for her.

“Thank you. You really didn’t have to do that.”

“It was my pleasure. Or pain. This eyebrow thing hurts so much. How are your ears doing? They look really pretty. I like sparkly things.” You tell her as you walk back to your car.

“They feel… warm.” She replies. “I don’t know if they hurt yet. I just feel warm. But back to what you said before about a special treat? I was very brave. And I like milkshakes.”

“Milkshakes it is.” You head to your favorite diner with her, holding hands on the way. Maybe you can talk about what happened in the locker room, and what happens now. You had only kissed a couple people before, and it had never gone anywhere or any farther than that. Hazel made you nervous and unsure. She was so sweet to everyone, what made you special? Did she just want friendship? Was it a fluke? Your head was racing with thoughts until you sat down at the booth with her.

“Are we girlfriends? Does kissing make us girlfriends? I’ve never kissed anyone before. Do you like me? Is this a date or are we just friends? If you want to be friends that’s cool. I’ve liked being your friend at the club. You always reply to my emails which is really nice. No one else does that. PJ doesn’t even read them…” She trails off when she sees you staring at her.

“I think in order to be girlfriends we have to go on a couple dates first. Then we can talk about it again. But I would like to date you, Hazel. I’ve had a crush on you since the start of the club. I think you’re really cool. Let’s just start with this date, okay? Then maybe we can do some of the stuff you mentioned at school.” You reach for her hand across the table and she grabs it. She still looks nervous, so you remind her again. “I like you Hazel, and I think being girlfriends would be really great. Let’s just start with milkshakes, okay? What’s your flavor of choice?”

After the diner, you and Hazel started hanging out more and more. You had been dating for three weeks when she asked again if you were girlfriends. The answer was an enthusiastic yes, and you immediately memorized the date. Hazel made you a dyke ring, and yours had her name on the inside of it. She strung it on a chain for you and you wore it proudly.

At the planetarium, you ended up making out rather than watching the stars. Hazel didn’t let it last long, because she really wanted to know about dark matter and supernovas. You were also interested in that, but more interested in continuing what happened in the locker room. Your kisses since then hadn’t been nearly as heavy. You weren’t clouded by urgency and teen hormones anymore, with sweet kisses and playful flirty replacing desperate grabs and moaning.

You wanted more, but wanted Hazel to go at her own pace. You knew she was a year younger than you, having skipped first grade. She also confessed her nervousness and having no idea what she was doing. You let her know you didn’t either, but you wanted to explore your physical relationship together.

She took you to the farmers market and introduced you to the spoon ring maker, whose name turned out to be Yelena. You took a chance and asked if you could go on a double date with her and her partner. She accepted the offer and Hazel finally had a friendship with her.

The girls in the club knew you had something going on, but you never made it too obvious. At school you passed love notes to each other, and when Hazel came in one day wearing your sweater, everyone knew you were an item.

“Yeah, well, you have no friends and a skank as a mom, so” PJ says bluntly to your girlfriend.

Hazel looks defeated, and goes to grab her bag and leave. You stop her and stand up.

“PJ, just because you’re an insecure piece of shit doesn’t give you permission to be such a fucking bitch all the time. Hazel is right. We’ve all had a good time at this club and she has been a major part of that.” You make your way down the bleachers to confront her more. “We all like Hazel more than you, which is pretty easy, because no one really likes you. The only reason we stayed in this club is because of each other. Not you.”

“Wow Y/N that’s really fucking brave of you, never heard that one before.” She smugly replies, turning to everyone as if she’d won the argument. “You think you’re so cool because you’re dating a little nerd and finally got off your ass. Well news flash-“

She’s on the ground gasping for air before you even realize what happened.

“What the fuck Y/N?” Josie yells at you, checking on her best friend.

You tower over PJ, shocked that you really just kicked her down. In platform docs. In front of all your friends. She has the wind knocked out of her and is trying to sit up.

“You’re pathetic, PJ. Have fun with your club of nobody. Don’t talk to Hazel again.” You storm up the bleachers and grab your girlfriend, exiting the gym and the insight club. The other members follow, going to comfort Hazel and apologize on behalf of PJ.

“That was really unfair to you.” Isabel says.

“It’s not even true” adds Sylvie.

“Yeah, your emails are really helpful and you’ve made me feel so much stronger!” Stella Rebecca tells her friend.

“Thanks guys. I think I just want to go home.” A teary Hazel adds, leaning on you and handing you her car keys. “Can you stay with me tonight?” She asks with puppy dog eyes.

“Yeah, of course. We can stop by my house and then go. I’ll order in your favorite chinese.” You lead her to the car with your arm around her.

Someone removed PJ from the group chat and everyone had been texting wishing Hazel well. You were snuggled up in her bed together, an old movie playing on her TV. Once again you were playing with her rings, which she seemed to add more and more of. You counted eight today. She still wore her dragonfly ring every day, a reminder of how you got together.

“I can’t believe you kicked PJ like that. Where did you even learn how to do that?” She asks from in front of you. Hazel had a habit of leaning on your chest from in between your legs. She once claimed that it was because your thighs warmed her up, but you knew it was so you could play with her hair and rings.

“I don’t know. She was just making me mad. She’s always been so mean and dismissive of you and I never stood up for you. But I just couldn’t stand her talking about the girl I lo-“ You stop yourself from that word coming out. You had only been with Hazel for a month and a half. Did you love her? Whatever you felt for her felt like love, but you didn’t want to scare her away. “like, like she was. It was unfair to you to not stand up for you.”

“Love?” Hazel asks, turning to look up at you. “Did you say the girl you love?”

“I- I said a lot of other things, Hazel. Important things you need to hear! You don’t deserve to be treated that way, girlfriend or not! You’re a good person with a lot of friends! everyone in that club is your friend! I’m your friend and”

“I love you Y/N.” She interrupts you with a shout, and kisses you.

“I love you too, Hazel” You add between kisses, when she lets you get a breath in.

Hazel is kissing you fiercely now, tongue in your mouth, biting your lower lip. She adjusts her position on you to straddle one of your thighs, and you scoot yourself lower to lay flat on the bed.

She kisses your cheek, down your jaw, and eventually reaches the spot right below your ear. She bites and sucks at the sensitive spot, and you moan her name.

“Hazel - Haze. Hey.” She immediately detaches from you.

“Am I going too fast? I’m sorry. I just really love kissing you and we haven’t done anything like this since we got together and I just want to kiss you all the time. You’re so soft and plush and I love your lips, I’m sorry I took it too far we can just watch the movie” She moves to take her leg out from in between yours and get off of you, but your hands prevent her from doing that.

“Thats not what I want Hazel. I want you, trust me, I do. I just want to make sure it’s what you want.” You clarify. “I want us to both be comfortable. We’ll only go as far as you want.”

“Yeah, yeah, Okay. Let’s just. Kiss more. And you can touch me like you did in the locker room. I like your hands on my waist. Here.” She puts your hands on her small frame and you can’t help but grip. “Thats good.” She dives in for more kisses, desperate for friction.

Your hips move together, and her hands roam up from your hips to the front of your stomach. Cold rings make contact with your skin as she makes her way up, your hand guiding hers to your bra. You tried not to be self conscious, her being so much smaller than you. But her actions made it clear she was enjoying your body and how much of it there was to grab.

She kneads at your chest, and your hand slips lower down her back to grab her ass. You grind into her and she moans. Her jeans are making contact in just the right places, and she moves her hips on your thigh for more friction. Her kisses are getting sloppier now, more focus being put on the pressure of your thigh on her clit. She’s a moaning mess, and you continue to guide her hips over your thigh.

“Under. Under my bra. Touch me.” You request and she is more than happy to comply. One of her rings brushes your nipple and your moan into her mouth. She experiments with pressure, trying to figure out what makes you respond the most. One hand is gripping your waist while the other thumbs at your nipple, as Hazel fucks herself on your thigh.

“I- Y/N I might cum like this.” Hazel desperately cries.

“Yeah, yeah baby that’s okay. What do you need?”

“Kiss me.” She hungrily catches your mouth, grinding into you and riding out her high.

She collapses onto your chest, breathing heavily, hair sticking to her face. You pet her head and ask how she’s feeling.

“Good. I’m good” She snuggles into you more, hugging you and kissing you tenderly over your shirt. She fits perfectly into your body, chest rising and falling with yours. You were still desperate for release.

“Do you need to?” She points at your clothes lower half, looking into your eyes.

“I’m okay Hazel. It was nice to be able to do something for you. I wasn’t expecting tonight to go like this but I’m glad it did. I love you.”

She sighs and burrows herself closer to you. “I love you too, Y/N. I’m so glad I rocked your shit in fight club.” She giggles.

You spend the night in Hazel’s arms, who despite her size insists on being the big spoon. You’re happy with her, grateful for her silliness, kindness, and yes, her rocking your shit at fight club.

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zorishy · 13 days

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Symphony of Gods and Dreamers AU/DSMP Rewrite

🟢 DSMP (sorry for bad grammar, this was mostly just me vomiting my ideas onto the post)

My DSMP rewrite makes the world so much bigger and full of life than canon.

The arctic empire from SMP earth exists, hypixel is a whole kingdom, the bear SMP exists and that’s where Niki is from, the wreckage of tales from the SMP locations can be found in the woods, places from fanfics such as the blue valley are very important to the story. The story takes place over a much longer period of time, the L’Manberg revolution alone lasts several years! Dream is like 50! He was an adult before Wilson was even born. Tommy and Tubbo had families before being adopted by Philza, but they were killed by Dream’s armies in their quest to conquer the world. Dream stole the revival book from Kristin decades ago.

Dream is a tyrant and a cult leader with armies and followers dedicated to his mission to control as much of the world as possible. The DreamSMP is a continent that Dream has discovered and, at the beginning of the events of the server, it has small townships spread around the woods that are full of people gathering resources for colonies. The original L’Manberg members were followers of Dream who had begun to question his power.

Las Nevadas is not just one street with some restaurants and a casino! It’s a massive fucking city with hundreds of thousands of citizens, they have communities and schools and farmer’s markets, It’s the first city in the SMP with paved roads! Snowchester is a cosy little college town up north surrounded by mountains. Students from schools in Snowchester and Las Nevadas go on field trips to L’Manberg and Eret’s castle. The center of the SMP is this huge historic town kept in top condition by volunteers dedicated to preserving the history of the land.

Kinoko Kingdom was built by natives of the SMP and can be found deep within the forest. The people of the kingdom have myths and legends of a time when dragons and demons and gods roamed the earth. When Sapnap showed up, being half demon, they worshipped him and made him their ruler.

There is an entire cult that worships DreamXD! every few hundred years XD selects a member of his cult to give godhood to (Techno, Foolish, and Callahan are amongst those selected). DreamXD is older than the universe itself and has witnessed the rise and fall of countless worlds. Several SMP members were gods in their past lives and knew XD personally (some relationships were more positive than others). That’s why XD is so infatuated with George and so hateful of Bbh.

Characters like Puffy, Antfrost, and Sam are just single individuals who are members of entire original species. Ranboo was born a prince in the end but his people were driven out. The nether was accidentally discovered by cultists and legend says that’s where the demons came from.

My vision of the SMP has grown far beyond a Minecraft roleplay. I wish I could tell you everything but that would take way too long to write. For now I’m just focusing on Wilson and the other tropesonas. I can’t possibly talk about every single character and that makes me mad. Maybe in the future I will go into more detail on sbi and DreamXD.

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sweetflanfiction · 9 months

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Second Chances - Part 8

Universe: Read Dead Redemption 2

Pairing: Arthur x reader

Disclaimers and Warnings: If you want me to tag you on the chapters let me know! Also leave a comment with your thoughts :D Not finished, not proofread. English isn't my 1st language. All I know about 1899 is from google, so inacuracies will be plenty. The reader is on the older side, and identifies as a female. Gif by the talented @sweeetestcurse. There's a little funny tidbit at the end of the chapter :D

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7

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His eyes looked up and he felt his muscles tense. That single word had such an impact on him that he didn't even know he was holding his breath until Albert spoke again.

"Cattle convoy." The older man said, but Arthur didn't blink. "Some affluent cattle farmer needs his cattle delivered by train to his ranch north of here. Everston agreed to a substantial fee for it. He wants us to help him."

Arthur slowly breathed, hoping it would remain unnoticed by the two other people in the room. Hell, even he wasn't aware he was holding his breath.

"Who's goin'?" You asked, moving the bucket of water you had been using for the dishes.

"Well, Everston obviously, his eldest, myself, Brant…"

"Can I come?" You asked abruptly and Albert laughed.

"You know the answer is no."

"Fine. No hurt in asking." Your eyes landed on the silent Arthur and she squished her eyes, one side of her mouth curled up. "Take him then."

"Hum…could actually be a good idea. What do you say Mr. Callahan?"

Arthur had only been on the other side of the cattle transport. The side that steals it and re-sells it, with the probability of killing the participants. To be honest, knowing the ins and outs of the outlaws may be of use to them. He nodded silently.

"You alright there?" You asked. Your eyebrows furrowed deep in her face, concern written in them.

"Huh…" He cleared his throat. "Yes, yes! Sorry, I've had some past experiences with that sort of…job."

"Bad ones?" The rough farmer asked.

"Both, I guess."

"It'll be fine Mr. Callahan. We do this often, it's income. It's the first time we work with this feller, but we have some that we tipically work. We just go to town, get them off the train, ride them to their owners and come back."

"No outlaws?" Curiosity had the better of him but, to his surprise, Albert chuckled.

"That's what's worrying you? That you'll get shot?"

"More like if I have to shoot someone…"

The older man's face turned serious for a moment and Arthur thought he'd been found.

"The law around these parts generally accepts one or two dead outlaws. Especially if they have bounties on 'em. We try not to let it get to that extent, but if it's between them and us, we try to make it all about us."

The small kitchen was silent for a while, the gravity of the topic not escaping anyone. The other two people might have been more reserved in their opinions about killing anyone, but Arthur had done it more times than he could count. And he did it well. Too well sometimes.

"You know how to use a rifle don't you?" Albert asked. His eyebrows raised and a grin on his lips. He knew the answer to that.

"If he doesn't, he could just tackle the bandits to the ground. The man is taller than a lighthouse, probably tougher than a tree trunk." You joked and Arthur felt his cheeks turn red.

"Well, say what's on your mind why don't you?" The older rancher chastised, getting up from his seat on the table and walking out, both Arthur and his daughter following him.

"What? Am I lying?" She turned to Arthur and placed two hands on his upper arm, wrapping them around his muscles, making him stop dead in his tracks. "Look at this!"

"Stop manhandling the help, dear. You're making the man uncomfortable."

You looked up at Arthur. In a nonchalant manner, his eyes slowly moved from your hands to your face. He wasn't uncomfortable, quite the opposite. It felt like a comfortable joke between friends. He tried to stop himself from tensing his muscles under his shirt to see if you would react. However, your face showed you had realized you may have stepped on a line, your smile fading and your hands moving from his arm.

"I'm sorry Mr. Callahan."

It took him a moment to reply, clearing his throat and nodding his head at her and smiling casually.

"No need to be sorry Miss Graham."

She mimicked his smile and patted him on the shoulder, following her father to a room he hadn't been in before. It was just at the bottom of the stairs but he almost never saw it open.

"Come on Mr. Callahan. Let's meet the rest of the land." The older gentleman half shouted from inside what seemed to be his office.

Arthur walked into a sunny room furnished with a couch, a floor-to-ceiling bookshelf filled with books and knick knacks, a desk and a chair. Much like the rest of the house the room was small and cramped, but wasn't uncomfortable. It was cozy and lived in.

You sat on the couch and grabbed a guitar that had been leaning against the wall. You started to strum it as Mr. Graham grabbed a framed map from the wall and placed it on top of his desk.

"Now, this is Captain's Corner." He pointed to the map.

A loose diamond shape was drawn on yellowed paper and divided into five parts: four around the shape and one smaller. The faded names were neatly written on the paper. Some he could make out, others not so much.

The upper part of the diamond seemed to have a small river or trail of water around it. Beyond that some trees were drawn and another dotted line appeared. On the lower part there were some trails with arrows pointing to various locations.

"Now here." He pointed to the top left part of the diamond. " That's us. We have horses, four sheep, and two cows..."

"And the chickens. Don't forget the chickens." You reminded him and Albert nodded.

"And some chickens. We sell sheep's wool, and horses. We've got some crops that we use for whatever we can. Right now we have wheat growing, but that may change. As long as it's hardy it probably grows."

"We're gonna try potatoes after and maybe have some beehives." You added from behind Arthur still plucking random notes from the guitar.

"Below us is Brant's. Eleanor and Williamson. They have corn crops and Eleanor has a herb greenhouse. They live alone, no kids unfortunately. Mighty fine people. If you ever feel under the weather, go to him. He'll fix you up in no time... You're living proof of that."

He moved his hand to the lower right part of the diamond.

"The Everstons. Bernard and Josie, and about 200 kids…"

"It's just 5." You interrupted again.

"And their 5 kids. Lovely family, loud and warm. You'll meet them soon. He's the cattle owner of the bunch, has more cows than brains sometimes, but he's an excellent man and I trust him to make wise judgements. And here, next to us, we have Mr. Thomson. Tobacco leaves and foul humor, that's what he got." Albert's tone shifted to a less friendly tone as he talked about his neighbor. "He drinks and takes care of the crops. If at all possible don't cross the lines to his propriety. He's as rancorous and he is a good shot."

"Amen. My leg still twitches every time I get near that fence." He could hear the venom in your voice, which was an unfamiliar sound to him.

"And in the middle we have Miss Beatrice Renoir. Widow, her husband came from France, died and she stayed here. She's trying to plant sugar cane and it's succeeded up to now, but we still have to wait and see."

"How about this?" Arthur pointed to the woods above, which have a dashed line running through them.

"Native folk have settled there." Albert said, watching Arthur closely.

"They trouble?" He asked.

"No. Quite the opposite. We all try to help each other."

"Alright then." Arthur stood straight and looked at the older man. “Can I ask a question? Without meaning any offense?”

“Of course.” The rancher straightened up.

“Why is it called Captain’s Corner? It’s clearly not a corner and…”

“Most of us were War veterans." He laughed. “And some drunk in town decided that we were all captains and that we had taken this corner of the land so…Captain’s Corner…”

Arthur nodded. He felt nervous about this. It was the first honest to God job he had since he could remember.

"You understand everything?" Albert asked, placing the map on the wall again.

Arthur nodded, taking a deep breath.

"When do we leave?"

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sourwolf-sterek32 · 2 months

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Serve & Protect

Summary: You moved to the small quiet town of Hawkins after transferring from the NYPD and reunite with your old partner, Jim Hopper. However, Hawkins isn't as quiet as it seems, and your past follows you there.

Pairing: Jim Hopper x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: Language, implied reference to past SA,

Previous Chapter

Chapter 3- monsters are real

Hopper never showed up for work the following day, which was a little odd because since you started at Hawkins PD, he hadn't missed a day yet.

Powell and Callahan didn't think too much of it, so you didn't either. However, when you arrived at work the next day and Hopper still wasn't there, you knew something wasn't right.

"Shouldn't he, like, call someone if he was taking a sick day though?" You said, looking over at your work colleagues.

"It's Jim. He does whatever he wants. I'm sure he's fine." Powell dismissed from where he was sitting at his desk.

"What if he's not?" You asked, nervously.

"He's the Chief. He's always fine." Callahan responded, but that did little to ease your worries.

"I'm going to go and grab some lunch. I'll be back soon." You suddenly said, grabbing the keys to one of the police cruisers off the hook before walking out the station.

You drove around Hawkins for nearly 20 minutes, but there was no sign of Hopper anywhere and you had no idea where he lived, because apparently, he wasn't staying in his house by the lake according to Powell and nobody knew his new address which was weird.

You thought back to yesterday and the look on his face after he finished marking the map for the rotting pumpkins. Maybe he had gone back to the farm to investigate further? You honestly had no idea, but there was only one way to find out.

The drive out to the farm was quick and before you knew it, you were turning onto their dirt driveway and spotting the Chief's Chevy Blazer parked out in the middle of the pumpkin field.

You sighed with relief and carefully drove through the field, being mindful to keep the wheels in the same tracks Hopper's car took, not wanting to ruin the farmer's crop... well, not that these pumpkins weren't already ruined.

Parking behind the Chevy, you got out the car and very quickly realised that Hopper wasn't here, but there was a giant hole dug in front of his car that caught your attention.

Did he dig this hole? Why?

"Hopper?!" You shouted, turning a full 360 as you scanned the field and surrounding woods, but there was no sign of him.

Frowning in confusion, you slowly walked over to the hole, noticing the shovel on the ground beside it, confirming that Hopper had definitely dug it but why?

Carefully, you stepped down into the giant crater like hole, but paused when you saw what looked to be moving vines in the middle of the it.

"What the fuck?" You whispered to yourself, staring at the vines.

Vines weren't meant to move, right?

You climbed out the hole and grabbed the shovel before stepping back down into it and jabbing the shovel at the vines. The vines instantly recoiled at the contact, and you could have sworn you heard them make a soft hissing noise, but that was impossible. Plants couldn't make noises.

The vines continued to move, revealing an opening at the bottom of the hole causing you to drop the shovel before pulling out your flashlight from your belt and shining it through the hole which led down into some kind of underground tunnel.

"Hopper?!" You shouted.

He didn't respond though, and you caught sight of what looked to be a crumbled piece of a cigarette on the ground inside the tunnel.

The son of a bitch went into this creepy ass tunnel.

Why? Why would he do that?

You looked back up at the cars debating what to do before thinking, fuck it.

Tucking the flashlight back into the pouch on your belt, you knelt beside the hole and took a deep breath before jumping through it. Your boots landed on the ground with a squishing sound, and you looked down to find the ground was covered in those weird moving vines.

"Seriously, what the actual fuck?" You said to yourself, pulling your flashlight back out and turning it on to see better as you looked around.

There were what looked to be dust particles floating through the air which was also weird. Everything about this creepy tunnel was weird.

You picked up the crumbled cigarette from the ground before you began to follow the tunnel, finding more pieces of cigarettes as you went, like a trail... Hopper had left a trail of cigarettes.

The air inside the tunnel felt different... it felt thick, was that possible? Either way, you were struggling a little to breathe, but you kept walking as you coughed, trying not to inhale any of the suspicious dust particles in the air.

A few minutes ticked by as you continued to follow the cigarette trail before you came to an abrupt halt, your stomach dropping when you saw Hopper laying on the ground. His entire body was covered in those vines, pinning him to the ground, unable to move.

"Holy shit."

You dropped your torch and dropped to your knees frantically trying to pull the vines off him, but they were thick and slimy and weren't budging.

"Shit. Shit. Shit." You swore under your breath, pulling out your pocketknife and hacking away at the vines before you saw the one wrapped tightly around his neck, choking him.

You instantly sliced through it, being mindful not to cut him until the vine around his neck was falling to the ground. Hopper coughed gasping for air while you frantically cut away at the rest of the vines.

After what felt like a lifetime, you managed to get the last vine off him and he stumbled to his feet on shaky legs and you quickly grabbed his arm to stabilise him as he looked around frantically, breathing heavily.

"Are you okay? Chief, hey, look at me! Are you okay?" You questioned, folding your pocketknife back up and shoving it in your pocket before cupping his face with your hands, forcing him to look at you. "Are you okay?"

He nodded, still trying to suck air into his lungs as his panicked wide blue eyes locked with yours.

"What-what are you... what are you doing here?" He gasped out, rubbing his hand over his neck that you were pretty sure was going to bruise. "You shouldn't be here. Shit, you can't be here. How did you find me?"

"Thank you for saving me, Y/N. Oh, no problem, Hopper, anytime." You said sarcastically, lowering your hands from his face.

Hopper just gave you a levelled look and yeah, okay, maybe now wasn't the time for sarcasm.

"What is this place?" You asked seriously, looking down the dark tunnel before focusing back on Hopper who seemed to have finally gotten his breathing under control.

He didn't answer you though, instead he turned away and looked down at the vines where he had been pinned a moment ago before he leant down and picked up his own pocketknife that he must have dropped.

"Hey, I asked you a question." You said, grabbing his shoulder and turning him towards you.

"We need to leave."

You wanted to argue, but you also wanted to get out of here, so you let go of his arm and remained silent before pointing in the direction you had come from. That was all Hopper needed before he began leading you back through the tunnels.

His trail of cigarettes was still on the ground, making it easy to backtrack as you followed him with your flashlight out lighting up your path.

"Thank you." Hopper suddenly said after a few minutes of silence.

"Huh?"

He paused, turning to face you causing you to walk straight into his chest, not expecting him to stop. You stumbled back at the contact, Hopper grabbing your arm at the last second, saving you from toppling ass up onto the vine covered floor.

"I said, thank you. Thank you for saving me." He repeated, his hand still holding your upper arm. "How did you know where to find me?"

"You didn't show up for work, so I went looking. Found your car in the pumpkin crop and saw the giant hole."

Hopper stared at you in disbelief, "so you just climbed into the hole?"

"Pretty much, yeah."

Hopper opened his mouth to respond but didn't get a chance to say anything before a group of people in hazmat suits suddenly ran around the corner of the tunnels towards you.

You shoved Hopper behind you, drawing your handgun, resting your hand with the flashlight underneath to light up the strangers while aiming at them.

"We're Police Officers and I don't know what's going on here, but you need to back up!" You shouted, flicking the safety off causing the four men in suits to stop in their tracks.

"Whoa, whoa, easy." Hopper quickly said, gently grabbing your forearm and lowering the gun. "They're from the lab. It's okay."

The lab? As in Hawkins Laboratory? Why were they here?

"We need to get you two out of here!" One of the guys in the hazmat suits shouted.

You glanced over at Hopper who gave you a small reassuring nod which was all you needed before you holstered your gun. The guys in suits began ushering the two of you through the tunnel and before you knew it, they were lifting you up through the hole and you were topside.

It was dark outside now. The sun having set long ago as you glanced around, squinting at the bright car lights from the Government vans along with an old beat-up car that definitely wasn't here when you pulled up earlier.

"Hopper! Oh my God, are you okay?" A woman's voice suddenly shouted.

You turned around to find a woman rushing towards him while two young boys and an older man stood off to the side awkwardly watching as the woman hugged Hopper.

"Joyce?" He asked, pulling away and looking down at her in confusion.

Oh, so that was Joyce Byers.

"You two need to come with us. Right now." One of the men in hazmat suits ordered.

"What? Why?" You questioned, turning your attention away from Hopper and Joyce.

"Now."

You frowned at his stern voice, not liking how he was giving you and the Chief of Police orders, especially when you didn't know who any of these people were.

"No." You said, shaking your head. "I'm not going anywhere until someone tells me what the fuck is going on."

"It's not up for debate. Get in the van. Both of you." The man instructed, glancing over at Hopper before focusing back on you. "Now."

"No." You shook your head and took a step back.

"You might be contaminated. Get in the van." One of the other hazmat suit men began to say.

"Contaminated with what? What the fuck is-"

A hand suddenly grabbed your shoulder, stopping you mid-sentence and began pulling you towards one of the vans.

"Get the fuck off me!" You yelled, slamming your fist into the man's hazmat covered face causing him to quickly let go of you with a pained yelp of surprise. "Touch me again and I'm taking you to the station for assault of a Police Officer, understood?"

The man simply raised his hands and took a step back before Hopper rushed over, stepping in front of you.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. We need to let these guys do their job."

"And what is their job exactly?"

"Do you trust me?"

You nodded, "with my life."

"Then, please, just trust me with this, okay?"

You stared at him for a few seconds before reluctantly nodding, but he didn't get to say anything else when suddenly one of the men grabbed you from behind and pressed a cloth around your mouth and nose.

"What the hell are you doing?! Get off her!" Hopper shouted, unable to do anything when two men simultaneously grabbed him, holding him back.

You thrashed in the persons grip, but the strong smell of chemicals was starting to make your head spin and the last thing you heard was Hopper shouting your name before everything faded into darkness.

The feeling of ice-cold water splashing over your body startled you awake with a panicked gasp.

Your eyes snapped open and the first thing you saw were three men in those bright yellow hazmat suits standing above you with a high-pressured water hose spraying at you.

"What the fuck?!" You shouted, jumping to your feet, only to slip on the wet tiled floor and land on the ground and your stomach dropped when you realised that you were not wearing any clothes.

You were naked.

You were naked and these men were washing you down with a hose.

"Get the hell away from me!" You yelled, staggering to your feet and crossing your arms across your chest, trying to hide yourself as you backed away from the men until your back collided with a wall.

"Grab her. I need to do her back and then we're done." The man holding the hose said.

The other man began to walk towards you, but you shook your head, "touch me and you'll regret it."

Your words didn't deter him though, because a few seconds later he was in front of you, his eyes roaming over your bare body from behind his hazmat suit.

You could feel your body trembling in rage and fear as the man stared at you. He reached for your shoulder before you slammed your knee up, connecting with his groin causing the man to stumble back with a groan.

"Get away from me."

"Little bitch!" He hissed, springing forward and grabbing your arm while the second man grabbed your other arm and they pinned you up against the wall, front first and a moment later, the hose started again, cold water soaking your bare back.

"Let go!" You yelled, hating the tears rising in your eyes as you thrashed in their grip, but you were fighting a losing battle, and you knew it.

You squeezed your eyes shut, your head turned to the side and cheek pressed up against the wall as you breathed heavily through gritted teeth, waiting for it to be over.

Memories of that night in the locker room of your old Police Station in New York flooded through your mind. How Hank snuck into the woman's side after everyone else finished their shifts and had left for the night. The way he had waited for you to come out the shower with nothing but a towel around your body to find him standing in the doorway, blocking your only exit.

You squeezed your eyes shut harder, tears spilling out the sides and down your cheeks as you tried to think about anything other than that horrible night.

It felt like hours but was probably only a few minutes before the water finally stopped and the man to your left released his hold on you, but not before his hand trailed down to your ass, giving it a squeeze. The other ran his gloved cover fingers along your bare skin tracing them down the side of your hip before reaching your ass and groping it too.

"Alright, alright. You boys have had your fun. C'mon, we still got to draw straws to see who does the Chief." The man with the hose announced.

The two men groaned in annoyance, the other letting go of you and tossing a bundle of clothes in your direction before the three men marched out the room, leaving you standing against the wall.

The second the door slammed shut you grabbed the clothes barely noticing that they were hospital scrubs in your haste to get the shirt and pants on covering your naked form. You dropped to the ground, your entire body trembling as you hugged your knees to your chest and cried.

You weren't sure how long you sat there before you heard voices talking from outside the door, one familiar voice amongst them shouting.

"Your men fucking chloroformed her!"

"They said she punched one of them."

"So, that gives them the right to knock my Deputy out? No. I don't think so." Hopper's voice responded angrily. "Open the damn door and let me see her."

A second later, the door clicked open, and you raised your head from on top of your knees and wiped the tear stains from your cheeks as Hopper walked into the room.

You rose to your feet, hating how shaky they were. Actually, your whole body was still trembling, and you weren't sure if it was from the cold, anger or fear. Probably all three.

"I trusted you!" You shouted, hating how your voice cracked as you spoke. "I fucking trusted you and-and..."

"What happened?" He instantly asked, concern thick in his voice as he walked over to you. The doctor he had been speaking to earlier hovered in the doorway staring at you.

"No. You don't get to ask me questions. I'm asking the questions and this time, I'm getting answers. Where the hell am I?!"

Hopper stared at you for a moment before glancing over his shoulder at the doctor who simply shrugged his shoulders and Hopper sighed turning towards you.

"Please, Y/N, I need you to trust me-"

"I did trust you and look what happened! I have been lied to like a child. I've been drugged and kidnapped. Stripped of my clothes and defiled. I have been locked in this room for hours and nobody's told me a single fucking thing about what is going on! So, start talking, Chief. Now."

Hoppers eyes widened at your words, a million different emotions washing over him. He opened his mouth and closed it a few times, like a fish out of water, but no words came out.

"Why talk when I can show you what's happening." The doctor in the doorway suddenly said causing your eyes to snap in his direction. "I'm Doctor Owens, I now run this place. You two need to follow me. There's something you both should see."

You nodded, "lead the way, doc."

You began following Doctor Owens out the room before Hopper grabbed your arm, the unexpected touch causing you to flinch, and he quickly let go.

"Y/N, wait. What do you mean by defiled? What happened?"

You lifted your head, his blue eyes filled with so much worry that you couldn't handle it and avoided his gaze, knowing that your eyes were probably red from crying earlier, but you didn't want him to know.

"It doesn't matter, let's go."

You tried to walk past him, but Hopper quickly stepped in front of you.

"Whoa, whoa, wait. Y/N, what happened? If someone did something-"

"I woke up naked being sprayed by a hose with three men in hazmat suits watching." You quickly said, cutting him off hoping the quicker you said it, the less you would think about it. "When I tried to get away, they pinned me up against the wall and got handsy, but none of that matters. We need to follow Doctor Owens. He has something to show us and then you are telling me everything."

Hopper looked like he wanted to push the topic, but instead, he set his jaw and simply nodded before the two of you walked out the room.

Doctor Owens led you both down the white tiled corridor and into an elevator that took you downstairs into some kind of control room filled with other men and women in lab coats. The control room looked fairly normal, however it was the large glass wall that caught your attention. Actually, it was what was behind the glass that caught your attention.

The whole room was covered with the same rotting substance as the pumpkin crops, the floor and walls covered in those dark thick vines while dust particles floated through the air. There was a giant hole in the middle of the room and what looked to be a manual trolley lift that went down into it.

"What the hell is that?" You asked, pointing at everything behind the glass wall.

"That is the Upside Down spreading." Doctor Owens answered.

"The what?"

"The Upside Down. The alternate dimension? You haven't told her a single thing, have you?" Owens said, turning to Hopper.

"I didn't want her involved in any of this." Hopper responded, rubbing his face with his hands.

"Whatever 'this' is. I am already involved and if someone doesn't tell me what the hell is going on-"

"Almost there, ladies." The man sitting behind the control desk suddenly said.

You glanced over at him, noticing the screen on the desk was showing some kind of body camera footage of soldiers. Curiously, you took a step closer and realised that the soldiers were in the tunnels.

Why the hell were a bunch of soldiers marching through the tunnels?

"Sir, there's nothing here." A voice replied through the radio.

The man sitting at the desk looked over his shoulder at Doctor Owens, "looks like your boy's full of shit, Doc."

What boy? Who was this guy and why were there soldiers in the tunnels?

"Got some kind of fog moving in now." One of the soldiers said through the radio.

The screen began to turn white, the fog the soldier was talking about now obstructing the body camera. Hopper appeared beside you, staring at the screen with an uneasy expression etched on his face.

"What I'm about to tell you is going to be hard to believe." Hopper began to say, turning to face you, his serious blue eyes meeting yours.

"Okay."

"Monsters are real."

You blinked at him, "huh?"

"Monsters are real. It's a long story, but they're real and there's an alternate dimension under Hawkins called the Upside Down and-"

Whatever Hopper was going to say next died in his throat when sudden shouts and gunfire erupted from the radio, snapping his attention away from you as you both turned back to the screen, but the fog was still covering the camera.

"Where are they? Where are they?" One of the soldiers shouted.

"They're right here!"

"I can't see shit!"

The soldiers continued shouting and screaming when something jumped out from the fog attacking the man with the body camera and a second later, the screen turned black.

Gunfire suddenly erupted over the radio, and you stood there frozen to the spot and listened, but it wasn't until the gunfire and screams stopped that you started to worry.

The silence stretched on for an endless span of time. It was eerie. It was creepy and you were pretty sure it meant that whatever attacked those soldiers in the tunnels had killed them.

Hopper glanced back over at you with a fear that you hadn't seen in those blue eyes since the bank robbery in New York where you had been held at gunpoint. It was a different kind of horror to see a man like Jim Hopper scared and you didn't like it.

Movement out the corner of your eye caught your attention and your head snapped to the rotten, viny room behind the glass wall.

You walked over and looked inside trying to find what had caught your attention, but you couldn't see anything except for the vines.

"What is it?" Hopper asked cautiously.

"I don't know. I thought I saw something."

Hopper joined you by the glass just as a dark, slimy, clawed hand reached up through the hole in the ground and a faceless creature climbed out.

Holy shit.

Monsters were real.

He was telling the truth.

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thcophagy · 3 months

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open to: anyone.

featuring: jonas lane, twenty six, bisexual, paperboy.

plot: young and bored in the southern gothic-esq town of tombstone, jonas spends most of his time trying to find ways to entertain himself. on a warm summer's day, he has convinced your muse to go skinny dipping with him to try and cool down.

tombstone was an impossible town, but if you knew where to look, then you could find the secret beauties it tried to hide from the complacent lot. the sun was always relentless, beating down to make the old pavements burn, old asphalt almost bubbling under the heat no matter the time of year. never cold, never shielded, yet everyone always woke up and said the same thing: would you look at that weather? jonas had long since grown bored of the ease to which everyone had grown to accept strangeness as mundanity, but what else was there to do? their town was weird, but never weird enough to leave, even if there was never anything do to. it was a particularly hot day when he had decided to make his way down to the lake out back behind farmer callahan's cabbage field, the one that people tried to avoid on account of the rumours- but what harm could a rumour come to do to him that heatstroke couldn't do first? on the way he'd grabbed the first pretty face he saw making their way down the opposite path away from his destination, convinced them with some sweet talking and the promise of a beer later at the bar. everyone knew everyone in town, but that didn't mean folks liked to talk to each other much, jonas surely didn't have many people he could call friends just laying around. "what? you shy or somethin'?" once at the lake, he had started stripping down almost instantly, throwing his shirt and jeans off till he was left in just his boxers. he shot a narrowed look in their direction and tilted his head in amusement. "just us and the fishes, darlin', don't worry." with that, he hooked his fingers around his waistband at tugged off his boxers, throwing them into the growing pile alongside his clothes and boots.

#* . ⊹ open › starters #* . ⊹ jonas lane › threads

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doctorburgers · 4 days

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drew my farmer talkohlooey style. his name is callahan hes a big guy who likes to talk to ants

#i lost ten years of my life trying to get my portrait mods to work in 1.6 #doc draws #stardew valley #stardew farmer #sdv farmer #sdv fanart #stardew valley fanart #talkohlooey

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norashelley · 4 months

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2023 recap

tagged by @grusinskayas, thanks so much mari! <3 I'll tag @nitrateglow @oftwodarkmoons @valancystirling48 @lilbabylovergirl @jwclapton @nataliawoods @olivethomas @ritahayworrth @emmybrown @gayworths @astonishinglysane @womansfilm @davisbette @daniellesdarrieux only if you want to of course! and anyone else who wants to do this please do! (and tag me!) Only including things that were new to me this year in each category or the lists would be far too long!

top films: I just did the 9 favorite first watches post which were, -The Dream Lady (1918) -Danger Love at Work (1937) -The Cowboy and the Lady (1938) - Pillow to Post (1945) - Home Sweet Homicide (1946) -Turn the Key Softly (1953) - Minari (2020) -Mrs. Harris Goes to Paris (2022) -Everything Everywhere All At Once (2022)

and I will add some more on to that as well! -Husband Hunters (1927) -Sunny (1930) -Honeymoon Limited (1935) -East Side of Heaven (1939) -Spring Parade (1940) -The Face Behind the Mask (1941) -Marriage is a Private Affair (1944) -This Happy Breed (1944) -Guest Wife (1945) -Molly and Me (1945) -The Wicked Lady (1945) -An Ideal Husband (1947) -Deep Valley (1947) -Night Tide (1961) -The Glass Bottom Boat (1966) -The Grass Harp (1995) -Luca (2021)

top tv series: I have such a hard time remembering what tv shows I watch throughout the year as I don't keep track of them the way I do movies but this is encouraging me to start making lists from now on.

From what I can remember - -All Creatures Great and Small -Sanditon -The Great Canadian Baking Show -The Tenant of Wildfell Hall -Only Murders in the Building -It's a Living -Call The Midwife top books: Did not read much this year and hardly anything new but here are a few I liked!

-The Surgeon's Daughter, Audrey Blake -The Leavenworth Case, Anna Katharine Green -The Tenant of Wildfell Hall, Anne Brontë -The Secret Book of Flora Lea, Patti Callahan Henry

favorite song: This is going to be a long section!

Firstly my pride and joy, the playlist of expressing love of nature through music (mostly folk music but some others mixed in) that I worked so hard on at the beginning of the year. A lot of it is not new to me songs but some of it is and mostly making a playlist is new to me. Flower, Flower Oh My Love Playlist. Now for some individual songs I discovered and loved throughout the year~ (choosing max of one song per artist that is also not included in my playlist or this will get way too long)

-Alvvays - Pecking Order -Aurora - Your Blood -Blackbriar - Fairy of the Bog -Cécile Corbel - Come Back Home -chirinuruwowaka - bakenokawa -Coco - Fantasy -hemlocke springs - sever the blight -Laufey - Bewitched -MARINA - Man's World -Maxine Sullivan - Skylark -Mylène Farmer - Sans contrefaçon -Paramore - This Is Why -Pomme - La rivière -Ruby Throat- In the Arms of Flowers -yanaginagi - More Than Enough -Yutori - One Room

favorite quote: - "listen, this would be a better world if there was more singing and less dictating." - East Side of Heaven, 1939

-"When all inside you burns like a star It's after you burn out that you are Reborn again, reborn again

And maybe if you called out for help Then I could help you outrun yourself Come run again, we'll run again" - Your Blood, Aurora

#tag game #movies #tv shows #books #music #quotes #2023 recap

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tagrasso-art · 6 months

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OC masterpost

look upon my children and despair (order within a category alphabetical because if I had to sort them by relevance I'd cry)

The main cast:

(ocs that are currently of high relevance to me)

Hunter: (aka Sturgeon, aka Connor Sharpe(?)) punk asshole who lives at the edge of town and experiences occasional bouts of incorporealness and blatant disregard for the solidity of fences. Hobbies include brooding, isolating himself, and trying to drown people in his bathtub.

Keon: (aka Wisp/Bait) cyberpunk werewolf who made a pact with the magic shrapnel that got stuck in his shoulder during what can euphemistically be described as a car crash. Likes fluorescent colours and neon lights, riding his bike, and horrid energy drink flavours.

Risk: (full name Risk Callahan, aka Honesty) tiefling rogue born from the unholy union of a priest and a devil, punished for the blasphemy of his father. Now pretends to serve a devil and sells drunk people worthless 'infernal contracts'. Adrenaline junkie, loves to lie and steal just to see if he can get away with it, hands covered in scars from the knife game.

Torvi: (full name Torvakrim 'Bloodletter' Shepherd of the Stormcliff clan) half-orc farmer who accidentally created and shaped a god by restoring a ruined shrine. When accused of demon worship, his god lashed out against his attackers and killed three. Had to flee from home. Very shy and gentle soul, dislikes violence and dishonesty and wants nothing more than to go back home.

Voidguy: lacks a proper name. A sona, of sorts. Lurks in cupboards and under couches and eats your snacks.

Supporting cast:

(ocs that I love and think about occasionally, but by far not as much as those of the main cast)

Aristeo: born human, became a blue dragon through consumption of blood and magic from his adoptive dragon father. Vain, volatile, energetic. Eats oranges like apples.

Hayden: (full name Hayden Leyland Wright) heir to an old family of monster hunters that use concoctions and toxins to enhance their capabilities. Fled home when his initiation trial was sabotaged. Pragmatic, analytical, self-destructive. Addicted to drugs.

Nikko: gentle sweet reindeer boy who took a curse upon himself to save a village from a wrathful spirit. Now afflicted with what is essentially magic rabies.

Rhovan'athil: a creature of the wild, gains strength from those it kills and consumes. Highly adaptable to its surroundings. Grows claws, horns and spikes from bone on demand.

Vraskillios: a failed conjurer who tried to get a wish out of a fire spirit but ended up erasing himself from all living memory and documentation through poor choice of words. Lives in constant fear of making mistakes.

Wyatt: (full name Wyatt Zachary Burlington) fallen london oc, as a correspondent he studies the language of the stars, the laws they dictate, and how to undo them. Driven by curiosity over all else and will do unwise things just to see if they will work.

The backstage club:

(ocs that either had their spotlight once or never got it to begin with, and don't have much relevance to me anymore. I do think back to them fondly though)

Caith: (full name Caith Marraedom, aka Nightingale) elven assassin, kidnapped, brainwashed, traumatized. Broke free of his chains just to be consumed by despair.

Cirrus: (full name Cirrus Havoc) scion of a storm god, first mate of an air ship. Energetic, impatient.

Darius: (full name Darius Veldaryn) half-minotaur graviturge who warps reality with the help of an infinite book he accidentally stole.

Enokan: (aka Icarus, aka Azraahn) traumatized child soldier infused with devil blood and made immortal for a few millennia. He got better.

Eraínn: blood mage, shapeshifter, bounty hunter. In denial about the fact that he was essentially a slave.

Hakarn: (full name Hakarn Karanna) dragon blooded miner who lives under shitty circumstances because he cant prove his lineage to the dragons that rule his country.

Novak: (short for Novakir'Zevalik) humanoid star on the search for the metal required by their people to forge more of their kind.

#my ocs

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chadillacboseman · 2 years

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Name: Heather Cooper Fandom: Stranger Things Age: (in 1984) 26 Occupation: Nurse at the Hawkins clinic. Face claim: Unnamed model from Maddie Leishman Photography 80s portrait experiment.

BIO Heather was born in Gary, Indiana to Melody and David Cooper, farmers who encouraged her to chase her dreams and go further than they ever had.

Heather attended nursing school after graduating from high school, with a special focus in pediatrics.

Heather moved to Hawkins in 1982 after graduating with her LPN and seeing that their small-town clinic had an opening.

To her dismay, Hawkins was not as quiet as she hoped it would be- mysterious injuries and missing kids plagued the town within her first year there.

When talking with the Hawkins Police Department after the Jones kid got his arm broken, Phil Callahan took a liking to Heather and tried several times (unsuccessfully) to ask her on a date, much to Powell's utter delight.

When Heather finally acquiesced and accepted Callahan's date offer, to her surprise, they hit it off quite well.

In 1984, Heather was meant to meet up with Callahan at the movie theater, but never showed. Upon reaching her apartment, the Hawkins PD found no trace of her ever returning home from her shift at the clinic.

--STILL WORKING ON THE REST--

#stranger things OC #heather cooper #oc heather #NEW OC JUST DROPPED BABED #of course im pairing her with callahan you utter fools #will probably tweak more

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neishroom · 11 months

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List 3 of your favorite sims from other simmers you enjoy and explain why (Send this to 10 other blogs 💖💖)

@servobotz's Norman + Ktty honestly. The gameplay aes and composition reminds me so much of Sims 2, esp Kitty, she reminds me of Sims 2 aliens, and I love it. I'm such a Sims 2 girlie; I love everything reminiscent of it, and that's what Norman and Kitty give off :]

Mai Callahan by @celestos; I love this damn sim so much. I love sims who come off as someone you'd meet in real life. Mai just gives off that vibe. She looks like someone you'd bump into at a farmers market or someone you'd buy a couch off of on FB marketplace LMAO

Lastly, Ollie by @sojutrait, I don't really need to go into depth like I love her; I binged/consumed Halabi's legacy when I first became active on Tumblr. She was by far my most fav Halabi. I would die for her idk

I have way more sims I adore but this post would b 10 pages long if I listed them all

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drista-the-parity-goddess · 2 years

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Credits (A final Thank You to all 153 of you <3)

Written by Joey & Noah of the Ghost Town system (@theghosttownn)

This has been a long journey.

A lot of ups and downs went into this, it was a long story with probably more plot than it needed, that I've been writing since November & December of last year! There was confusion in what universe these girls played in, confusion in plots, friendship gains and losses, angst that tore out my heart, adrenaline as I tried to time posts- it's been a rollercoaster of a blog.

This post will be crediting and thanking everybody who was part of the stories of @drista-the-parity-goddess and @lanusky-the-imparity-goddess, as in spite of where our relationship stands today, I do love and value everyone who joined me on this silly adventure.

Without further ado, here is that thank you.

Drista's first interaction was with @gildedgasmask ! Thank you to Mask and her system for giving my girl her first bit of story, and a good laugh. Thank you for accompanying us throughout the journey of telling her story and especially for the tupper RPs in the cafe. I will always cherish the silly back and forths where Drista or Lani were obviously in the wrong and your tupper Beep was a smartass about it (affectionate). It helped me develop their characters in ways I was unaware they could have developed! Thank you as well to @farmers-boy for being an older sibling figure to Lani!

Drista's second ever interaction was with @angelxxreaper ! Thank you to Cam for being there for such a long period of their stories, thank you for supporting us for so long. Your Phil was a father to Lani. Your Phil's effect on Drista, in the timeline where she is a part of his story, was major. She learned a lot because of angelxxreaper, and I am ever grateful that your rp character taught her so much, just as you taught me so much! ♡

@hergoddessofdeath and @areyouawakexd made a such huge impact on Drista and Lani's story. From Lady Death smothering Drista's flame over and over, being Lani's Mother Gothel- you played a wonderful and terrifying antagonist, Sunspell. Additionally, XD's relationship with Drista somewhat fostered not only Drista's turn toward kindness, but also the friendship we held for so long. I will always cherish their kinship, and what you taught me about the craft of literature through these blogs.

@eternalelytra literally the only dad figure ever i love this guy right here!!!! wish our blogs could have interacted more, but Lani loved and resembled your Phil in so many ways and I love their relationship sm frfr.

@the-silent-deer our interactions were short and sweet but I loved having you as a callahan for us!! hugs!!

@god-of-sea , AKA Foolish had such a huge impact on Drista, both in ways that were seen and that weren't. Foolish being an older sibling figure/even father figure to Drista is something I'm ever grateful to @finntaur for providing. It was a figure Drista's story needed; from personal past experiences I can say with certainty that I'm glad it was you, Finn, who could play that figure for her. Also a huge shoutout to @purpled-of-ln and @smp-archivist for having a hand in Drista and Lani's stories. Our memories in this silly tumblr roleplay are forever going to be cherished.

Lani's older sister @sootsunrise hardly needs an introduction. Suri's writing has always captivated and floored me, its intricacies and its floweriness never failed to amaze. Regardless of that, Wilbur's sisterhood with Lani was my favorite thing to come back to, the way Wilbur never failed to be there for Lani when she needed her. I feel that writing them brought Suri and I closer, and helped me learn about writing description in particular. Thank you, Suri! ♡

@subtotechno, @anarchist-swine, and @theydemandblood, thank you for being Technoblade figures in Drista's story! (All accounts are run by different people, give them all a follow ♡)

Thank you to @tmmyrp for being a Tommy figure in Drista's early story!

Thank you to @tubbolul for acting as a Tubbo figure in Drista's early story! I appreciate you!

Thank you to @memorybooks for every silly bit done with Drista's early story!

A very special thank you to @phoenixchick, Kat has had a huge impact on Drista and Lani, always taking part in arcs and being there when things went wrong. Kat is my current RP partner on @papa-puffy, where content will still be posted! Show @likethesword so much fucking love I swear to god, literally my bestie. Bee's such a good storyteller, they're talented in so many ways.

Another incredibly special thank you to @mlady-skepina, holy shit we sure told a story didn't we? You're incredible, your storytelling is incredible, and I appreciate every bit and story we told. Our tumblr DMs are always open, and if you ever get a discord, you're 100% welcome to reach out and ask for ours. I'm so grateful for the memories and friendship you gave to me, and if you ever need a hand in an arc, I'm more than happy to try ♡♡

Thank you to @cosmicswore for playing an exciting antagonist!

An incredibly deserved thank you to @silencedrose, thank you for acting as the OG Callahan and always bringing a smile to my face. Thank you for helping me plan and execute early arcs, and for never giving up on us. We love you so much!

Thank you to every follower who interacted with this blog, who made me happier than anything with anons galore. I appreciate you. I love you. You inspire me to keep telling stories.

I love you, thank you.

-Joey & Noah of @theghosttownn ♡

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