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snowangeldotmp3 · 11 months

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hoh nancy wheeler

(tagging @netflixnormalthings for their awesome research and screenshots and @lumaxramblings bc we had Many discussions abt hoh nancy)

so a few weeks ago i made this post, about nancy not wearing earplugs and using the shotgun (and guns in general over the seasons) and how this affected her hearing. but then it really did get me thinking: why don't we see more content about hard of hearing nancy wheeler?

i see hoh steve all the time, which is fair! steve has gotten his fair share of head trauma and no doubt has problems from this. (and i do love hoh steve! don't get me wrong!) but i rarely see anything about hoh nancy, even though she has consistently dealt with firearms since season 1 without the proper ear protection.

just for reference: whispering is around 30 decibels, normal speaking voices around 60 db, and anything above 70 db for extended amounts of time will start to damage the ear, and anything over 120 db will cause immediate damage to the ears.

for reference: in season 4, nancy fires the shotgun four times while blasting vecna out of the window. in season 3, she fires hoppers shotgun a few times during the fight at the cabin, and this doesn't include firing at billy or the fireworks they all set off inside starcourt (which, should've given them all a little hearing damage, if we're honest).(fireworks decibels + info under the cut!) nor does it account for the times she shot at the demogorgon in season 1.

anyway, the point is: there is no way that nancy is not hard of hearing. firing a shotgun once without protection is enough to blow your hearing out, but four times? and it's not even the first time she's dealt with firearms. she's shown to be one of the most, if not the most, proficient with guns. noise induced hearing loss is a very real thing, it damages the hair cells within the ear--these cannot grow back. and shotguns breach the threshold where just one close and sudden exposure can cause instant and permanent hearing loss.

there isn't much else for me to say here, this was really just a comprehensive guide, or even "proof" that nancy should be hard of hearing, or at least a wider accepted headcanon than it is. give me nancy, who, after even season 1, starts to have a hard time hearing what other people are saying, and learns to read lips instead. give me stubborn nancy who won't admit that there's anything wrong, that she can hear just fine, thank you, and she doesn't need help. i know nancy typically has the best hearing out of the main cast, usually the one who hears the danger first, but i don't know...it just seems more plausible to me for nancy to be hard of hearing.

#stranger things #nancy wheeler #hoh nancy #idk i just think it should be a bigger headcanon! i've only read one fic with hoh nancy in it and :((( it makes me so sad.#uhhhh i don't really know what else to tag this as lol #st headcanons #i guess?#anyway. it's just something to consider!!!#not going to tag this as ronance bc it's not but i know yall would Get It #also i added links to like the cdc and a few other websites just to back it up so if they don't work pls lemme know!!#ok thank u <3 #i also feel like i should make this disclaimer again lmao: i have shot a shotgun b4 without ear plugs. IT WILL BLOW YOUR HEARING OUT

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memovia · 9 months

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐌𝐔𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 & 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐃 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐒.

𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄.

Was it a blessing or a curse? To gaze upon the celestial being when he was but a mere young boy, trying to save a handful of already wilted flowers. Splashing water upon crumpled petals could never bring it back, the end of a life meant for a new one. But still, the young and soft-hearted Muyang persisted― some part of him was willing to believe that it would come back.

A splash and another, and another.

The way his heart quivered within his chest when he found it proved to be useless, it hurt him all the same...even if they were just flowers. Yet, in his mind, Muyang remembered the way his Mother looked at these blossoms when she watered them. The effort and love gone into taking care of them could never be overlooked.

Tears welled up within his ruby hues, he did not know why he was sad over a small thing like this, but he was. Muyang hugged the dead flowers close and shut his eyes. The only thought that revolved in his mind was his wish to be able to save it, to save the things that were meant to be loved and meant to live.

A bright glow from the sky soon permeated his closed lids and the small child's eyes fluttered open to look. The swift flurry of white petals brushed against his cheeks and he soon found himself staring into the gaze of Yaoshi, the Abundance.

Their many red eyes that inhabited their body followed the Plague Author's glance as one of their many arms came to tap Muyang's nose and chin lightly. The entity smiled at him, a gentle expression that befitted its benevolent nature, before collecting his escaping tears to form a small, glittering bubble.

With a single lithe digit, it guided the droplet towards those wilting flowers that he held tight in his grasps. The child followed their every action, mouth open in awe and confusion. Soon after, Yaoshi's long nail poked at the bubble, popping it and the clear sap soon fell onto the dull petals.

A chime in the distance, the both of them existed on a green field of ashen flowers. The ones in his hands soon bounced back into life, as though time had been reverted, as though it never died.

And as swiftly as Yaoshi appeared, the glow and their silhouette faded just as quick.

The Path of Abundance was bestowed upon him thereafter. The potential of his kindness had been acknowledged, and he would continue on his path as the way he was― an individual that had too much love to give in this world.

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐓 𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍.

That naive boy had grown into a young man, but still his heart beat in the same tone as before.

But in time, he was proven wrong again and again. The kindness and love that he once held so high in regard, glowing and warm, would eventually tumble down into a pile of dark mud. The blessing from that Aeon had become a curse as he watched the ones closest to him disappear underneath the powers of Yaoshi.

Long-lived or short-lived, all life was fragile in the end. And Muyang, with his power from the Abundance, found himself powerless again and again.

The golden leaves that still embedded itself into Guangyang's spear till today.

The fear and love he had for an armored monstrosity, a ghost of his Father.

The empty gaze of his dead Mother as the mara-struck swallowed both of his parents whole.

The way he stood by, frozen.

Useless― so utterly useless.

His resolve wavered after, that kindness he had did not seem appealing anymore. The field of flowers he walked upon started to become paler and the petals did not glow as bright anymore. Every part of him that once seemed beautiful had become weak and ugly.

Muyang changed ever since then. His red hues no longer glowed like they used to and the usual laughter did not escape his lips anymore. The heart in his chest that had been so warm eventually grew cold.

Or so he thought. Little did he know that his determination would be tested once more. If that nail into his chest was not enough, then life would put many more down again.

Commander Guiying's body was environed with the same kind of gold.

Muyang knew what he had to do this time, but still, history repeated itself once more.

In the end, Lingyun was the one who carried his duty out, while the other remained a coward to the very end.

How funny. To think that he had change, to think that he had steeled his heart enough for what was to come. The helplessness seeped in again and Muyang found himself trapped within the abyss that stared back at him. He was nothing but a body full of failures and empty resolve. A crucification of his own guilt and errors.

Would destroying all of himself be the only measure? If so, he would gladly do so.

Muyang trampled on the flowers in his own field, until none of them survived the wrath of his grief.

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑.

More time passed. The grass and flowers remained dull.

He was but a shadow of his former self. Muyang tried not to feel, not to harbour any emotions. The walls around him only grew thicker and the darkness in his gaze became much more profound.

Everything remained as it were, until he saw the red that almost took away Lingyun's silver eyes. The Mara that he nearly succumbed to, that nearly took him away from this world and Muyang.

He could not fathom what he would have to do in that situation. A sword through Lingyun's heart? If it were not for Fuli, then Muyang would have been helpless once more. The fact that it almost became reality was scary and he...was scared.

Of course, Lingyun had recovered from that quite quickly but what if it happened again? What then?

Would he be able to step up to the plate?

The rising doubt within his mind encircled him, like a blot of dark ink upon white paper. Something inside of him cracked into a million pieces and shattered simultaneously. Everything that was built up inside of him had been let go after that incident.

What could he do to change this? What could he do to deny this path that he no longer wanted?

Everything he had done to protect them was useless. The willingness to sacrifice himself did not even suffice. It happened to Lingyun regardless and life would take him away anytime again.

What was the point of it all? Love and kindness, if it did not help anyone.

What was the point of anything? What was the point of his existence?

If he could not protect anyone that he held close―

Useless... Muyang, you do not deserve to be here. In the end, you will lose everyone.

The despair engulfed him like a venus flytrap engulfed its pray. A single snap and he found himself melting into the universe.

The burning sensation in his body welled up within his chest. That familiar aureate hue surrounded his vision, it was soft like leaves on a tree but sprouted mercilessly from every part of his body. Flesh ripped apart, but a hardened shell was born anew.

He was turning. That much he knew. But somehow, he was too tired to fight it...

Still, Muyang's hand reached out for the darkness that consumed him after. Something in him did not give up even when anguish set his body aflame. A stubbornness that he always failed to shake off.

Hope. There was still hope, was there not?

In spite of this sadness, somewhere deep down... Muyang still wished to help Lingyun even if he was weak.

He could not afford to die or turn. Not now. Not ever.

❝ Don’t cry. Don’t cry. We’ll fix it. It’s alright. I’m here, am I not? ❞

❝ Mumu. Mama and Baba will always love you... no matter what. ❞

❝ Muyang. You are always so gentle... but that's a good thing, is it not? ❞

Lingyun, his parents and Guiying. The multitude of voices rung true to his ears, like a choir who sang its song.

A wave swept him up roughly. His chest heaved for the first time in awhile. Red hues opened themselves and looked towards the sky.

𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐄.

Muyang looked towards the sky, in hopes of another kind of blessing. An Aeon that was different. Had he not shown enough change? Had he not hardened his core and thrown away enough of that gentleness?

But the one he gazed upon was still Yaoshi.

The same god.

The same him.

❝ Why are you here? ❞

He began, bitter words were spoken through gritted teeth. The rage that fueled his crimson gaze only grew brighter, his anger was incomprehensible and indescribable. How dare they appear before him once more. The very being who took away all that he loved and yet, the very being that gave him hope at some point.

The Aeon did not speak but instead they laughed, a soft chuckle erupted from their lips as though everything was fine.

❝ Get away from me! You are not someone I will EVER follow. This path is not yours to take. Not anymore. ❞

But Yaoshi chose him before and Yaoshi will choose him again.

❝ I do not need your pity or your kindness. I would rather die than drink your poisonous nectar. ❞

The Plagues Author drew closer to him, as though they did not heed a single word from the man. A single golden leaf sprouted from their hand and Yaoshi blew at it gently. It dried up and wilted in an instant before crumbling into dust that disappeared along with the winds.

Yaoshi's smile grew wider before fading into nothingness. And Muyang found himself standing on a green field again. It was filled to the brim with white flowers.

A lesson from the Aeon, themselves. Something that he could never understand but what was apparent to him, was that...Muyang remained as he were. Unchanged. No matter how much he denied it and no matter which path he took, he ended up in the same place.

A cycle that kept going round and round.

Destruction and then... salvation.

Muyang found himself waking up in his bed, dried leaves surrounding him and familiar silver eyes that gazed at him with worry.

You were always destined to tread down Yaoshi's path.

Do not deny who you are, Lin Muyang.

special thanks to: @grislyintentions + @rvinfall + @traincarsandstars !

#death ideation tw #death mention tw #death tw #ask to tag!#idk if it makes sense but hell to the yes #air drops this big chunk of lore #:)#everyones dreams came true right?#mara struck muyang...#abundance muyang....#1 for 1 deal #ez pz #also the bamboozle at the end :)#he lives because of yaoshi. he lives because of the very being that caused his despair.#and still to this day he has not changed therefore yaoshi will continue to look upon him.#kinda nervous but lemme know what u guys think JKFANJfka #✧ lin muyang. | headcanons.

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