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Kane & Jim #53: Healing Right
Chronological masterlist / Writing order masterlist
content: recovery, (past) vampire whumper, broken bones, past loss of bodily autonomy, offscreen surgery, emotional whump
Whumpmas in July Day 18: Ache
back to this guy :)
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Jim rubbed at the bump on his arm where the bone didn't heal quite right, staring at himself in the bathroom mirror. The bone on his forearm went at an angle, up and up, before suddenly dropping off where it met misaligned with the rest of it going to his elbow. Bones, they'd told him there were two, but it was easier to just think of it as one.
It hurt, but it wasn't a bad hurt. Jim knew bad hurt. It was a dull ache he'd gotten used to over the past two years. It didn't hurt like the snap when Kane cracked Jim's arm open with his bare hands anymore, and he had pain meds now anyway. He'd tried to get on some stronger ones, but Liz had told him it wasn't a good idea, that he'd get hooked. Jim wasn't very good at disagreeing with people anymore, so he just took her word for it.
But he'd get some now for sure. Even Liz said it was okay this time. Because he had to get his arm re-broken.
Every day as the operation got closer, the dread grew more and more. He knew it wouldn't be like the first time. He'd be conked out, and he'd be allowed pain meds, real pain meds. It wasn't a punishment, and if all went well, his arm would be fixed. No reminder of Kane every time he looked at it. Probably no dull ache. It was even his own choice.
They couldn't fix the scar on his neck, neither the mark or the pain, so this was the best he could do to scrub off any lasting reminders Kane had left on his body. Liz's friend Laken had suggested a tattoo to cover it, but the idea of a needle going into his neck was so horrifying that the thought made him want to throw up.
But he could do this, at least. Even if breaking his arm again would be scary, he needed to claw his body back for himself. He needed to know it was his again, not Kane's. No matter how much it would hurt.
“I don’t belong to anyone. My body is mine. I’m out," Jim whispered to his reflection. Afraid to say it any louder, like Kane would be able to hear and swiftly correct him.
He got dressed, hiding his neck and arm under a turtleneck. He'd started dressing in them every day, though he knew he would need to take it off for the surgery. One more thing to dread about it, but he told himself it was worth it.
"You ready?" Liz asked as he came downstairs.
Jim shrugged. "As I'll ever be, I guess."
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The operation was a success. If there was anything at all to thank Kane for, it would be that he'd made a relatively clean break.
Jim's arm hurt like hell when he woke, but he knew it wasn't as bad as it would be without the meds. He had a cast this time, and a real sling, not one he had to make himself. His friends kept wanting to sign the cast, but something about it made him wildly uncomfortable in a way he couldn't explain.
He knew the old him would have jumped at the chance to have all his friends sign it. Probably would have given out points for who could draw the best doodle. He was practically a social butterfly when he was nineteen, before Kane got to him, but now it just seemed like he kept finding more and more disconnects with his old friends. They had jobs and babies and memories of the past five years together, and all he had were Kane and panic attacks.
Even though his friends kept reaching out and inviting him to stuff, he was too neurotic to act like his old self. It felt like putting on an act, it felt wrong. And being his real self was even worse: he didn't want to talk about it. He didn't want them to know.
His cast remained unmarked.
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He woke with a scream a week after his surgery, his arm exploding with pain, far worse than it'd been during his recovery.
Jim looked around wildly, but couldn't see the source of the pain in the dark of his room. He sobbed, clutching his arm protectively to his chest. He'd been so badly-behaved lately that he couldn't even pinpoint what it was he was being punished for.
He flinched back into the headboard with a whimper as the door flew open. "Please don't," he begged, trembling.
"It's okay, it's just me," Liz soothed. She sat down next to him. "Nightmare again?"
"No, I don't- I don't think so?" Jim struggled to catch himself back up to reality, but with the haze of sleep leaving his mind and Liz's presence grounding him, he came to the conclusion it wasn't a punishment at all. "I hit my arm in my sleep," he realized. "Sorry for waking you. Didn't mean to."
"You're all good," Liz assured him. "I wasn't even asleep. Getting myself back on schedule for when I go back to work."
Jim's stomach turned at the thought, even though it was no surprise. "What if something happens to you?"
"Someone's gotta protect people from 'em. Plus, I know we live in the cheapest place in the country, but I've gotta get back to work," she pointed out.
"There's other jobs. I'll get one again too, once I'm better. You could just... not go back." As much as Jim hated living by the border, the fact that it was so cheap to live here at least gave them some leeway. At least they didn't have to worry about rent, even though selling the house was nearly impossible if they ever wanted to move.
Liz patted him on the back. "Not for me, there isn't. It'll be okay. I won't be alone, and I've been doing this for years with no issues."
"What about that?" Jim pointed to the scars on her face, faded claw-marks running dangerously close to her throat.
"That barely even counts. You should've seen the other guy. Dead, for what it's worth. Most vampires won't even fight us, they just decide it's not worth the trouble and run back home. It's gonna be fine." She gave him a quick hug. "You gonna be okay to go back to bed?"
"Yeah. Just... be safe. I can't lose you again," Jim said quietly.
Liz gave him a sad smile. "I know how you feel. I'll be as safe as I can. Just go back to sleep."
True to his disobedient streak, Jim couldn't manage to fall back asleep, mind racing with fear. Liz getting taken by vampires, subjected to the same hell as him, or having her mind stolen from her entirely. Kane showing back up to steal him away in the night while Liz is off fighting other vampires, arriving home too late to help. Jim reached a shaking hand under his pillow and took his stake- a real one this time- and held it close as he sobbed, trying to be quiet and not disturb Liz again.
He could only hope his arm would heal better than he was.
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i'll be putting out two one-shots next! one about a fairy whumpee on friday, and one about an alien whumpee on monday. after that, more Jim in Distress!
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Guide to Penalty Box: Sissy Lore, Character Relationships, Bits, History
i reread all of penalty box so you don’t have to! this post is mainly for my benefit, but also for anyone new to the series <3
General Masterlist — 22-23 Season — 23-24 Season
Sissy
Basic Things About Her:
She is NOT legally a Hughes! She grew up with them and they took her in when they moved to Michigan for Jack when he went to USNTDP. They call her their sister, she calls them her brothers, and calls Jim and Ellen mom and dad
Her birth parents were neglectful and mentally abusive. She often stayed at the Hughes house even in elementary school. They put a bed in their game room for her before the move where she got her own room
She is an event planner and has her own business!
Very, very obsessed with The Hunger Games series
She will quote it, reference it, and force everyone to watch it any chance she gets
She's a runner when she's drunk!
The whole group has air tags they use for parties because of this, and even then someone is normally physically attached to her
A story of her running away is in Cruel Weather (Part Two)
She '146' tattooed on her wrist. The 1 is for Trevor, the 4 is for Quinn and Luke, and the 6 is for Jack (and later, Jamie)
She'll joke around with Jack if he gets her on her nerves that the 6 is only for Jamie now
She has the date she moved in with the Hughes's on her collar bone in Roman numerals
She's a sleepy girl! Can't get ahold of her? She's most likely sleeping
She has many sons. Most of the UMich team 101 is a fatherless child, but some have fathers!
Fatherless children: Dylan, Mark, Adam, Luca, Seamus, and Rutger (Fathered children are listed under their father)
She's a bitter! Everyone is used to it, but any time it happens for the first time with someone new, someone has to explain that it's her little deranged way of showing love. Ethan will stick his arm out if she bites Luke (or anyone) to demand love
She goes under people's shirts when she's overwhelmed with emotions. When she does it, you know she trusts you
Sissy & Co are big fans of game nights and she is very, very competitive! They have monthly game nights in whatever way can
Every teammate, on all the teams, adore her and she loves them so much
She gives the teams (mainly the Ducks, obviously) good bags after each game! The more she learns at each player, the more personal the bags
She calls Troy and Dani Terry mom and dad, and she also calls Shatty mom
She's a huge Dallas Stars fan! Her favorite is Robo, and she always (with slim exceptions like if Quinn and Trevor etc play each other) flies to see any of her friends play against them.
She will drop everything if anyone, anyone needs her
She's terrified of storms
She's picky about who gets to call her Sissy and will fight over it.
Sissy exceptions: Dylan because he's known her so long, Cole gets a once a month pass, and Spencer Knight can anytime
Gives creative insults and has no filter
She's a Pink Whitney girly
She has weekly face times with Petey and Matty
She's so clumsy. Extremely so. She is frequently bruised because of it
She's really touchy and will cuddle and fall asleep on anyone
She's a Slytherin
She keeps scrapbooks! For literally anything and everything!
She loves poetry, and frequently uses Atticus poems
Random Lore:
She will leave at any given moment and tell no one. And not just to go out, she'll hop on a plane to see any of her boys. She won't even tell the person she's coming to see. She'll just show up. None of this out of spite, she's just forgetful
Once, she missed Quinn and spontaneously got on a plane to go see him while Trevor was gone without telling anyone. Not Trevor, not Quinn, no one. There was a big freak out. (This was not the first time)
She rented a minivan out of spite during the 2023 development camp so that she could take some of the Ducks boys out after it to get them know them better (it did not take long for the under 20s to call her mom)
In high school, she made her own NTDP hoodie with Jack's, Trevor's, Cole's, and Alex's numbers on the back and wore it every game
She'll occasionally give out gold star stickers (she's basically pavloving them) and once Jack annoyed her and she took his back
She gets her boys a trophy for their first goals of the season
There's a yearly tradition where the day before training camp begins for everyone, Sissy and the Hughes boys (and whoever wants to join) get together to work out together. Sissy is forced to participate but she does not do it for long before she taps out
Brock calls her Princess Hughes and she calls him her Blonde Princess
Frequent Gags:
She gives, and receives, penalties of various minutes for random things. It started from the Shoulder Check Showcase where Trevor did not get a tripping penalty (when he def should have)
Putting someone on probation
Telling someone they aren't friends/sons/etc for a random amount of minutes
Teasing between anyone is done if a "big" word is used. College dropout jokes are made
Random hashtags
Sap is said a lot. At any given opportunity. No one can stay serious for long. Also Simp, but less frequently
"Who's Sissy's least favorite Hughes" "Quinn" (this a gag with random commenters)
Various contracts will be mentioned. Mainly the Best Friend Contract and the Princess Treaty. I have no real explanations or full components of said contracts
Trevor protesting not being able to call her Sissy
Any mentions about high school or senior year. It's all a mystery. It is frequently said that she was crazier.
Most common insult is human dildo
She'll occasionally create the comment section herself and tell the boys to say nice things or specific things
What Jerseys She Wears:
Ducks: She rotates between Trevor's and Jamie's
Ducks vs Canucks: Trevor, Quinn, and Jamie have to play air hockey to decide. If there's no time before, they play iMessage games
Ducks/Canucks vs Habs/Kings: Trevor's or Quinn's
Devils vs Canucks/Ducks: Quinn's or Trevor's
Devils vs. Habs/Kings: Jack and Luke play rock, paper, scissors
Habs vs Kings: Alex and Cole play iMessage games
Panthers vs Anyone: Matty and Spencer play rock, paper, scissors when Spencer is playing. Otherwise, she wears Matty's (except for Canucks and Ducks)
Anyone vs Stars: Jason Robertson's (Robo)
Trevor
Nicknames: Z-Baby, Sweet Boy
He had a crush on Sissy since the moment her saw her
First Date: March 16, 2018 (Junior Year)
They also say their first real kiss was that day, since the other two were practically forced by their friends
Officially Dating: March 22, 2018
First time they said I love you: July 18, 2018
Engagement Date: April 14, 2023
They'll cuddle in any way possible (post on gen. masterlist)
Sissy will "train" with him. And by train I mean she's more like his personal cheerleader, but she'll do some things with him on a lower level
Big PDA couple
They'll sleep anywhere when they're drunk. Counters, tables, closets, horizontally on the bed, anywhere. It phases no one anymore
Sissy will take any and all of his clothes, so all of their clothes are mixed together in their closet. She'll steal clothes from anybody, so sometimes he's accidentally put on someone else's hoodie with their perspective team on it
There's a tradition on his birthday where everyone (that can be there) has a sleepover in the living room. They make a giant fort and watch movies and it's pure chaos
They have matching tattoos of otters on their hands so that when they hold hands, it looks like the otters are
They call each other sweet girl and sweet boy
He kisses her to wake her up. She calls it "Disney Princess style"
Leo is their first and only adopted son
More headcanons are listed on the general masterlist!
Quinn
Nicknames: Quinny Baby, Quinny, Huggy, Quinnjamin
He's not only her big brother, but he's also Sissy's best friend in the entire world
They have a Best Friend Contract
There is a rule that everyone knows that they do not let go of each other until they're both ready. No one else is allowed to touch her, and no one can take her away from him. Not even Trevor
Her going under shirts started with him (blurb: here)
Her and Quinn's son is Cole McWard! (blurb: here)
Trevor asked him for permission before he asked Sissy out. He's officiating their wedding, so it's like it has come full circle. (Fic: here)
She cries every time he leaves, especially after games when she barely gets to see him
He is a professional "Sissy catcher" because she will stand on surfaces that are not meant for standing on
He's the one that bought her Robo jersey
She gave him a "Best Big Brother In The Universe" trophy when they were kids and he still has it
He has a list of random things Sissy says when she's lovey clingy drunk
They officially became best friends when she was in 4th grade
Before Trevor, she had a boyfriend in freshman year. The breakup was hard for her because it was her first one, so Quinn drove down from UMich to be with her for a couple of days
She’ll call him anything under the sun, but she often uses Quintin when she’s upset or in pain (sometimes randomly). She used it a lot in middle school
Jack
Nicknames: Jacky Boy, Soulmate, Howdy Rowdy, Twin
She met everyone through him. They were in kindergarten together and were thrilled to live near each other
They have the same birthday (hence twins)
Jack often jokes he's older than her because he was born 4 hours and 36 minutes before her
They tend to make bets. Everyone had an "intervention" to stop them and limit to Ducks vs Canucks games, but they do not listen
They spontaneously went to Vegas in the peak of the bets starting. Only Trevor knew.
They have a special connection. They know what the other is saying with just a look. They call it "Hugheslepathy"
Sons: Luke and Ethan (He's her first officially adopted son)
Luke is a son because he accidentally called Sissy mom during the one month her and Jack dated (they decided it was too weird and broke up) (it was before the move)
She gives him a painted puck every year on their birthday, and he gives her a charm for her charm bracelet. When he knows it's full, he gets her a new one. (Full imagine: Sweet Sixteen)
She's changing her middle name to Rowden after her and Trevor get married to match him
They will wrestle each other, but he's always careful to make sure she doesn't hit her head on anything with how clumsy she is
They are THE unhinged duo
Sissy cried and slept in Jack's bed for weeks after Quinn left for USNTDP
Luke
Nicknames: Lukey Moosey, Moose, her son
He was the one that first called her Sissy
She's very protective of him and always feels the need to stay strong around him. When they were younger, she'd hold it together if she was upset or hurt in front of him. She also did it in the hospital after the car crash.
Just like with Quinn, if he needs her physical touch, she doesn't let go until he's ready. It's just a rarity.
Cute childhood Luke story in his Debut post!
Luke walked in on Sissy and Trevor making out during the spring break they first got together. He had a talk with Trevor alone warning him not to hurt his sister, despite him being so young at the time
Jamie
Nicknames: Jamie Baby, Ex Husband
Him and Sissy are very close and very supportive of each other
When he got hurt, she left the stands to be with him. She stayed home from games while with him to take care of him when it was the roughest
They used to be "husband and wife" and she calls him her favorite ex-husband
They had silicone rings and everything
They used to joke that Trevor was their kid (he hated it) until they got engaged
It took him a while to fully warm up to her because he's so quiet, but they easily became as close as she is to the other guys when he did
When Sissy and Trevor fall asleep on the couch, he'll carry her up to bed and then wake up Trevor so he can go to bed himself
When he learned why she goes under people's shirts, she made sure to tell her that it was okay for her to do it to him
He sat on the floor and held her hand while she did an online interview to work an important event because she was anxious about it
It was her idea for Jamie to move in with her and Trevor
Cole
Nicknames: Coley Woley
Known as Best Friend Number Two (fic: here)
She'll call him Best Friend Number One to mess with Quinn sometimes
Sissy's man of honor for the wedding
Has a once a month pass to call her Sissy
They've kissed, but it was more of as a joke. Full story on the Engagement post
Sissy, Cole, and Alex have a yearly "Best Friend's Weekend" with no boyfriends/girlfriends or brothers. It started in high school
In high school, Sissy would often go to Cole and Alex's room to smoke, vent, etc
Him and Alex 100% knew Sissy liked Trevor before she really knew herself
Sissy is the nicest to him at all times. He hardly gets the aggressive but loving teasing and belittling (also out of love)
Just she like was there for Jamie, she flew out to see Cole and help out after his surgery in the 22-23 season
Alex
Nicknames: Turc, Turcs, Lexi
Her main smoking partner after high school (especially since he lives so close)
He stole her bong and will not give it back
Sissy, Alex, and Cole have weekly movie nights where they facetime and use watch parties
Once when she fell asleep on him, Quinn threatened him to not move even though he had to pee until Alex was "about to pee on her"
He calls her Girly Hughes
Matthew Tkachuk
Nicknames: My Rat, Matty Ratty, Matty, Rathew (rare)
Sissy had the biggest crush on him in middle and high school and talked about him all of the time
She'll often joke to Trevor that she'll him for Matty when he's on her nerves (lovingly)
She begged Quinn to invite him to her sixteenth birthday party and she got so excited she fell over the couch (fic: here)
He calls her Little Mouse (occasionally sissy)
They have adopted Mackie as their son! It happened when the team went to Universal Studios (Oct. 4, 2023) when Sissy flew out to them without telling anyone (again)
She facetimed him angry when she found out through twitter he played with a broken sternum (and also cried. she's a crier)
She flew out there after and yelled at Brady in person
Spencer Knight
Note: he has not been in the series until the summer before and preseason of 23-24
Nickname: Spency
He had a big part in the egging on for Trevor and Sissy to have their first kiss at a party (full story: Knight in Shining Armor)
He has Sissy pass, and it's not limited. There's not really an explanation for it, but he wasn't as close in the group like the others, so she let him as a way for them to be closer
She was THRILLED when he got drafted to the Panthers, and called him when Matty got traded saying that he was going to love "Her Rat"
She flew to Boston without telling anyone for his first game during Trevor’s rookie year. That’s what started her thing of randomly going to see someone without telling anybody
Hughes Childhood/HS Things
When Quinn first went to USNTDP, they all would have facetime sleepovers. Quinn built his own fort in his dorm, and Jack, Luke, and Sissy built their own. This is still done today, but anyone can be involved
Forts are a big thing for them. They built a fort at any given opportunity (and still do)
They have a yearly "Brothers Weekend" with Sissy where it's just them four
Quinn walked her to class in elementary school. He always made sure her hair was how she wanted before he left to his own class
He gave her hoodie when he left while she was in middle school so he was still "walking her to class"
There's a yearly twister game at the Lake House every summer and has been since they first started spending summers together
"Hugheslepathy" isn't just for Jack and Sissy, theirs is just the strongest. They can all practically read each other's minds
Quinn officiated a wedding between Sissy and a poster of Finnick Odair. Everyone was forced to attend. Luke was the flower boy.
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more will be added as the series develops!
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Jimmy's Memory Drabble
Y’all said I could post drabble, then AO3 came back! (Thank you, volunteers! Our saviors!) So, I probably won’t post that many, except the fully unserious and jokey ones. I apologize for the absolute nonsense meme this will be but it literally haunted me in my sleep.
[headcannon this is based around: the Evo folk still have any marks, scars, and stuff from that world, no matter where they go… Also, out of everyone from Evo, Jimmy’s memory wanes.]
Scott sat next to Jimmy, checking for any wounds. Slowly rolling up his shelves and examining his arm, Scott stopped in silence.
“Jim, darling, who is Morty?”
Jimmy blinked. “Morty?”
“You have a tattoo with a heart that says Morty. So, is this something I have to worry about?” Scott said, not letting go of his partner’s hand.
For a moment, just a moment, Jimmy couldn’t recall knowing anyone named Morty. Just for a moment though, then all the pain rushed through his bones and a tear welled up.
“No… he was a friend a long time ago but we parted ways. I always cared a little bit more about him I think…” He didn’t want to confess the unrequited live he fought for years as his eyes wandered over the hill to where Dogwarts sat. “You don’t have to worry one bit.”
The Southerners were proud of their connection, but there was always a lack of trust within the group. Whispers. Side teams. Jimmy was glad he was on a team with Martin and Grian this time. Maybe it meant he would survive. Maybe it didn’t… That was the thought he had once Grian was exiled and he grabbed at the extra life as if it was the only way to be. Martyn followed him out of the camp, saying he’d run away with him. Saying all he had to do was give him the life.
“It could you and me again, Pete…”
Jimmy frowned. “Don’t… Don’t say that unless you mean it.”
“I saw the tattoo when you were building your tower.” Martyn moved closer, but Jim stepped back, grasping his upper arm. “It could be us again, just give me the life back.”
“Yeah, okay!”
Martyn smiled, stepping back. “Thanks for that, Bills. Now get out.”
“What?”
“You can’t be serious?! You believed that?”
Jim blinked. “I always believe you.”
“Wow, maybe that’s why you are always such an easy target for them.”
Jimmy looked up at the sky. “Don’t!”
“Whatever! Don’t come back.”
Jimmy squeezed his arm. “Fine by me!”
By the end of a long day in the hot sun, Jimmy sat in the shade. The blue flannel he normally sported wrapped around his waist. Tango slouched down next to him, resting his head on his partner’s shoulder.
“You have a tattoo?” Tango’s voice strained.
Jimmy looked down at his arm. He had forgotten about that awful thing. He had a tendency to wear longer sleeves, now he was just in a tank. The silly little tattoo was more heartbreaking the sentimental these days and yet he always forgot he had it.
“Yeah,” he laughed. “I totally forgot about it…”
“How do you forget about a tattoo?”
“I don’t know… I got it so long ago.”
“So, who is this Morty guy?”
The words hung in the air like a blasting potion. Jimmy scrunched his nose at the name.
“It was just a joke between me and a friend,” He said but he couldn’t look his soulbound in the eyes. “We don’t even talk anymore.”
“Oh… Where is he now?”
Jimmy’s gaze fell on the poorly structured heart in the middle of the river’s pass. “No idea.”
Grian sat on the bread bridge next to Jimmy. “So, how are things with you, Tim?”
“Why are you asking?”
“I see you longingly looking toward the Mean Gills base.”
Jimmy rolled his eyes. “It’s nothing.”
“Oh, come on. I know you wished Martyn would partner up with you. You miss him.” Grian poked Jimmy’s shoulder, right were the tattoo was. “You still got that old thing?”
Jimmy rolled his sleeve up and nodded. “I wish I didn’t. I always forget about it and every death game someone points it out.”
“Is your memory really that bad? How much from back then do your remember?”
“You know the Watchers hate me.”
“Well, they hate me too. I remember everything.”
“That’s different, G. You are one of them. Same with Pearl. Martyn is blessed by the Listeners. BigB seems to not have any worries, they leave him be.” Jimmy pulled his knees to his chest. “But me… I’m the little bird they love to strangle.”
“Do you want me to get rid of the tattoo?”
Jimmy looked at the little heart and the unused name, then back out at the ocean. “No… It might just be the only thing that makes me not forget.”
“Okay. Let’s go find Joel.”
“Sure.”
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wishlist starter for @swallowsandamazons
Ghost Ship
The stain was there, if you knew how to look for it. The red that clung to the iron of the grating was deeper, vivid in a way that the orange tinted rust around it wasn't. Only a handful of the people that passed over that spot on a daily basis had any idea it was there.
Jim would occasionally pause, feet spread a shoulder's width apart, to look down at the stain that they knew was there. They stared down at the grating and heard the sound of their own voice in their head. They felt the weight of the canon ball in their hands, and all of the fear and rage that had been in them, vibrating through their muscles, as they hurled it downwards.
It was a wonder the boards weren't dented from the impact. They'd only partially managed to hit their intended target. Then, they had been screaming. They'd been screaming together, hadn't they? Although the sounds Blackbeard had been making weren't exactly... right.
Archie stood over the grating and felt her fingers grip into the fabric of Jim's shirt. She hadn't really known the man, hadn't understood the dynamics that were there, as fucked up as they were. She'd never seen the inside of someone's head like that, either, or them trying to struggle their way on through the injury like it hadn't happened.
Frenchie stood and wrapped his arms around himself as he looked down at the spot. He could still feel the rain soaking him down to the bone. It had been raining. It had been a bad storm. No reason to think about it. No reason to open that back up and hurt all over. He moved on.
Fang paused and looked at the blood that he knew was there. Edward had always been a bit of a dick, but they hadn't all been bad times. Sometimes, he'd light up and Fang would see the young man he'd known over twenty years earlier -- full of ambition and life. He hadn't been thoroughly poisoned by all of the shit the world would give him, yet. Just a little bit. That poison would come out occasionally, but not... not like it had.
Izzy stood over the spot and raised a bottle to his lips. There wasn't anything to think about it. Nothing that he could articulate. Standing there was like standing on his own grave. He could feel the press of weight down on his chest. He could stand there all day and imagine Edward's beaten corpse drifting down to the bed of the sea where it would rest with the bones of whales. Just like he would have fucking wanted. He'd spill his drink out the side of his mouth, pour one out on the deck for the man he could still feel tethered to him despite the veil between them now. He'd stay there and drink until he started to shout the inarticulate things scratching at the backs of his eyes until someone would pull him away.
Fucker had gotten his wish and the stain was still there.
Edward stood and watched all of them, his breath caught in his chest. He hadn't been able to let it out. It had been trapped within the cage of his ribs, straining there, since he had drawn it in. Some part of him understood that it was that breath that was keeping him from disappearing into the rough, dark, sea. It was keeping him afloat where he could see everything but do nothing -- a drowning man watching the rigging be set and the ship hulking overhead. Knowing she'd be gone eventually.
He couldn't let that breath out. He tried, when each of the battered crew paid a visit to what remained of him in their lives. He tried to talk. To shout. Fuck, he'd even tried to cry and grab hold of a hand with a spade tattooed on the back.
He couldn't. None of them heard. None of them saw. And the breath burned in his chest.
There'd be no departure for his spirit. No descent into the sea to finally, finally, be held in the arms of his mother again. He'd never be with the long line of relatives that he'd never gotten to meet when his flesh had been warm. The only descent into the sea he'd have was the one his corpse had already taken.
Edward sat on the deck, looking at that rotten spot. That held breath. He looked like he had in the moments before he had drawn that breath; desperate and wild for the death that was to come. His hair was plastered to his head from the rain that was no longer pounding down on them, a storm that had since passed into memory.
He tried to push the breath out of himself and leaned his head into his arms, resting across the tops of his knees.
#tw graphic depiction of violence#tw head trauma#tw alcohol#tw drinking#tw suicide#tw suicidal ideation#suicide tw#tatteredxsails:Edward#swallowsandamazons#tw corpse#tw blood
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My Star Trek HeadCanons
Hiya! I just had a lot of head-canon's running around in my head so I just wanted to share a few! These are an amalgamation of things grabbed from Memory Alpha/Beta, as well as what I just like to think are implications of happenings that took places in these character’s lives. I also have a more adult list for more sexy and/or serious HC’s (if you wanna see those)
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Jim Kirk
Certified genius, by both Human and Vulcan standards
Very ADHD
Loves to dances, especially as a kid
This man has freckles everywhere
Had a pet mini-cow named Pickles
Graduated highschool at 16
Got his Masters in Xeno-linguistics and Engineering from UC Berkeley & MIT respectively, by the age of 21
Lover of old 20th/21st music ( think the Beasty Boys, Nickelback, Red Hot Chili Peppers, FFDP, Lil’ John, Dr. Dre, 2Pac, ect.)
He purposely fucks with Bones by singing “Get Low” anytime the joke call for it ‘cause he know the old Grumpus hates it
Has a cow plushie that he has kept to this day, it was his dad’s.
Loves himself a good Pina Colada
Is honestly a huge bookworm (his guilty pleasure is dirty novels lol)
loves to cuddle (especially with Bones or Galia)
allergic to most fruits and flowers (including a lot of aliens fruits. Also strawberries, which sucks because he loves them), as well as most nuts
He’s such a sucker for gelato, but Bones restricts how much he has :(
A very loving and open pansexual
Loves to wear all kinds of clothing, especially a good dress every now and then
Met Sulu in his 2nd year because he joined the fencing club
Took Chekov under his wing and they were study buddies
Spock
Has a stuffed Sehlat names Muffins that Sybok gave him when he was 2
Queer as shit
Follower of the “Talk Shit, Get Hit” way of life
Followed Sybok & Micheal everywhere (even sneaking out with whenever they did during the older sibling’s shenanigans)
Always got carried by his “scruff” by I-Chaya whenever he was getting into things he wasn’t supposed to
His answer to everything when in trouble was “Following one’s curiosity is logical, it is how one learns” (his made Amanda always laugh and Sarek question his life)
Has a tattoo of the vulcan G’teth bush & Induku tree wrapped in Terran roses on his left shoulder (an homage to his family’s humanity and vulcan culture) as well as the mark of the Khas-wan wrapped along his left bicep.
He has a few ear piercings and actually likes ear jewelry (it is one of his few illogical indulges)
Is a avid poetry reader
Mastered the art of Suus Manha around the age of 10
He very much understands human colloquialisms and metaphors, he just acts like he doesn't to fuck with people.
During the customary show-and-tell every child has after their Khas-wan, Spock brought the pelt of a young Le-Matya he had killed, because it was only logical to tell in detail how he survived to his classmates (and rub it in Stonn’s face)
Totally has a secret love for ABBA (and disco in general), Reggaeton, American Country music, and dancing of many terran verities thanks to his mother and her side of the family (including but not limited to knowing how to whine, the tango, the waltz, and southern line dancing)
Dyslexic as shit, but learned to overcome it thanks to his mama
Such a Mama’s boy, will beat of anyone who talks shit about Amanda, including adults when he was a child
cried for days when Sybok was sent off planet, and again when Micheal left, and no one was able to comfort him besides Muffins
Leonard Horatio “Bones” McCoy
The gentlest person alive under all that bluster
Half-Hispanic on his Mama’s side
Makes tamales during the christmas holidays
The galaxies #1 Daddy, he has a mug that says so
Was in charge of hair day when they lived together because he was the parent that braided the most efficiently (plus it kept his hands very dexterous for work)
Knits Joanna sweaters (he also crocheted her a stuffed Tinkadink because it was her favorite Pokemon and like the fact that it hits other pokemon out of the sky)
Wore a pretty floral white and lavender sundress dress to Daddy-Daughter day because when Joanna was in 3rd grade she wanted to try out some “boy” clothing but was worried her friends would think she was weird
Loves Country music (especially Mark Twain, Morgan Wallen, and Dolly Parton)
He’s also a metal-head
Always lets Joanna dress him whenever they visit, they also paint each others nail
Almost tore Joanna’s 5th grade teacher a new one because some little twat kept bullying her about her hair
Applied to the VSA with an amazing transcript and medical journals to his name and was denied for some bullshit reason, which is why he’s salty about Vulcans
Discovered he was Bi at a young are because he saw an interview of Ambassador Sarek holo and thought he was real pretty
Graduated highschool at 16, got his MD and PHD is Psychology by 21 and finished his residency at Grady Memorial Hospital in Atlanta
Married Jocelyn Treadway at 19, and had Joanna at 22
Makes time for the gym even if his week is hellish (both when he was in school, as well as at work), has very much a well built dad-bod with a big chest and thighs
Was the captain of his high school track team
Danced competitively all throughout his childhood (mainly traditional hispanic cultural dances and was in a more contemporary crew throughout high school and college when he had the time)
Was a exotic dancer starting at 18 to pay for college, which is also where he met Jocelyn
He also took Chekov under his wing and would given anyone who made comments about the whiz kid a patented McCoy glare and just the best passive aggressive bedside manner whenever they were under his care
Wears his Daddy’s Saint Raphael necklace that has Joanna’s birthstone
Nyota Uhura
Secretly loves those cheesy rom-com holovids
a pansexual Queen
A woman who lived by the motto “Gaslight, Girlboss, Gatekeep”
Hated when Kirk and Galia would always cuddle in their dorm room, but eased up one night when she heard Kirk singing a Orion lullaby to a sleeping Galia.
While she puts her career first, she is a very maternal person at heart and loves to babysit whenever Joanna would visit the Academy/Enterprise
oddly enough, shes an amazing impressionist
Beginning halfway through her second year (Kirk’s first), Kirk started to randomly talk to her Vulcan, than Klingon and slowly it turning into an ongoing competition to see who between the two of them know more languages
Loves to do Yoga as well as leaned how to traditional Orion dance from Galia as a form of exercise
Found out after a night of drinking with their friend group that Leonard knew how to poll dance and asked him for lessons whenever their schedules lined up, it be came a bi-monthly thing for them
Always gets her family cute little odds-and-ends for their birthday, as well as a card that says how much she loves them in different languages rotating every year
Shares Spock’s love for earrings and will get him a new pair for his birthday
During the bi-annual talent show, she and Spock usually did an act together
One year it was a tie between her Spock, and Jim & Galia’s dance act
Her, Hendorf, CHristine and Leonard have a once a month girl’s night where they meet in Nyota & Galia’s dorm and talk shit
When she heard that Gary Mitchell spread rumors about Jim being a whore, she did everything in her power to make that man’s life miserable
Sometimes the odd person will make a misogynistic/racist comment about her or her appearance, and miraculously Jim and the person who said it willinup at Medical with Leonard being extra mean to said misogynist (and if Spock hears anything while he’s out wither her, they’ll get the verbal ass whooping of their lives as well as a demerit in their file)
#star trek#my headcanons#jim kirk#leonard mccoy#spock#nyota uhura#i love these idiots#academy era#cupcake
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Imagine: bones trying to discourage Spock from asking you out. Because he wants you.
it wasn't a typical Day. Bones was sitting at his desk looking at the greatest temptation he has ever witnessed. You. you're the newest member of his medical team. which made it problematic for Bones. he couldn't outright ask you out. work place balance he didn't want to seem like he was trying to take advantage of you. Or have you felt like you were pressured or forced into going out with him.
Bones' great idea was to have you ask him out. So he wouldn't feel scummy about being your boss. it was going great. there wasn't a moment during your shift that you didn't laugh or joke around with Bones. and you would linger a bit too long when you were cleaning his eye shield from an unexpected Ink squirt from a Tal-ha species. Or you would ask to work a bit longer. when it was just him in the med bay. Everything was going according to Plan. Until Bones learned about your friendship with Spock.
the Rat ass bastard would have dinner with you often and found you wonderous and curious. Bones learned about Spock's Crush on you from Jim.
Bones was ordering a drink for himself when you walked up to the bar. wearing your hair up. he loved seeing your neck. you had an earth tattoo right behind your ear of the crescent moon and on the other ear was a tiny star.
"what brings you here tonight Bones?" you asked leaning over the bar waiting for service as Bones chuckled, "waiting to sweep up a beauty to go to the dance floor."
laughing at his response you shook your head. he always made you flustered between his south draw, and the fact he was tall. and your type. you loved tall dark hair men with big emotional eyes that told you everything you needed to know before even talking to them. you shook your head looking back at the bar tendered who was still not knowledge your existence.
Bones shifted looking at you as he sat at the bar stool, "what brings a beauty like you here?"
you smied as you spoke, 'waiting for a fine man to take me to the dance floor!" Bones grinned as he got up as he offered his hand, "lets go then darling."
you chuckled shaking your head, 'no one is dancing! we will look like idiots.. there isn't any music."
Bones stepped a bit close as you gazed up at him. as he smiled weakly, "you chickening out on me?" you shook your head as he smiled saying perfect as he grabbed your hand and lead you to the small dance floor. it was normally kept empty in the bar. unless it was a special occasion. Bone spun you out as you laughed as he pulled you back as you placed your hands around his neck as he smiled holding your sides.
People looked but you were too focused on Leonard McCoy. there was no music but you were soon called away by Spock who you were having dinner with.
"thanks cowboy for the dance." Bones nodded his head as you freed him and walked off. and smiled at Spock giving him a hug Hi. as you sat down. Bones watched as Spock looked up at him. for a second before paying all the attention onto you. Jim walked ovr as he spoke, "Please tell me, you aren't fighting over the same girl as Spock"
'I'm going to marry that girl." Jim chuckled wishing Bones luck.
it was at a senior officers meeting, after it was Done Bones asked Spock what Spock thought about you.
"Y/N is a fine officer and a beautifully Kind woman. I'm confused, why you would ask Doctor?"
"well, I just know how you are, and How she is. and i wouldn't want you to unintentionally hurt her."
"I would Never hurt Y/n. Doctor, I respect her far to much to do that."
"that's the problem, Spock," Bones stood up quickly slipping into the spot next to Spock as he spoke, "Y/N could easily confuse your friendship with More... you know how humans are."
'well I hope she does confuse them. it's my intention to pursue her.'
that was what Bones was afraid of as he spoke, 'Buddy- she's- already taken."
that shocked Spock as he spoke, 'By who doctor? she hasn't said anything about a relationship."
Bones nodded his head as he spoke, "Doesn't surprise me. se doesn't know yet.." Spock looked at him confused as Bones leaped up and ran out of the room. as Spock being highly intelligent realized what Bones was doing.. he was going to ask you out. and it was a race thru the space station.
you caught them before they saw you, you were on the upper decks in Engraining while the two senior officers were shoving each other and trying to trip each other. It was Scotty who told the two gronw men to stop acting like childern and it was far to dangerous to be fooling around in Engerining. Spock asked if he's seen you. as you said hi.
Both men looked up at you as Bones spoke, 'Y/N go out with me tonight on a date."
"Y/N, already has plans." Spock spoke up as Bones Chest burned as you nodded your head, 'I do- with work.. i'm doing a double." Bones rubbed his face as you spoke up, "you both fighting over me?"
"YES!" they both said in unison as you nodded your head holding onto the railing as you chuckled, "So- instead of being rational senior officers, you been running around like that thru out the ship?"
Spock's ears turned green from embarrassment as Bones faces was beaten red as you spoke, "I'm flattered.. you idiots.."
you walked down the stairs getting to their level. the entire station was looking at the three of you. As you rubbed your neck, "you like me Spock? And Doctor i'm stunned."
"you are an exceptional woman Y/N. i would be delighted to take you out again."
you nodded your head weakly as Bones spoke up, "I would love to take you out. Any day. any hour." you smiled at that as you spoke, "Okay." he smiled as you looked at both of them both.
"I'll- I'll have to think about which one of you.... Also. you both made a huge scene so your both deserve to be left dumbfounded."
you walked off as they walked you walk off as Spock spoke, "it's her decision whatever it is."
Bones nodded his head weakly, "it's going to be me."
"perhaps or I Doctor."
"She's the future Mrs Mccoy."
Spock looked at Bones stunned as he spoke, 'Or the Future Mrs-" Bones interpreted as he spoke, "No. Mrs. Mccoy!"
they started bickering as Scotty called up to the captain to get the two idiots out of his workplace. the battle for your heart would be great. and Bones was going to Woo you and Dine you and prove he's a better man for you vs. Spock.
you kept the games going. Mainly because it was entertaining to see both well-respected Officers. acting so childish but also cause you weren't sure who you wanted more. But One morning you woke up next to Bones as you felt you had socks on your feet. you were freezing last night. up till you felt a extra blanket go on you. you just assumed you got more blankets. but you woke up to have fuzzy socks on. plus an extra blanket you questioned it as Bones casually said while having a coffee that he put them on cause you looked cold.
it was then that you realized. you were an idiot, Spock was sweet and you loved having conversations with him. but Bones putting fuzzy socks on you cause he thought you were cold. was everything.
you told Spock First. to tell him you decided on Bones as he respected your decision as you found Bones at work. as you walked over to him asking to see him in his office. he said sure, getting to his office you closed the door. which- it was a glass office. you cupped his face pulling him into a kiss as he instantly felt his hands finding your sides as you spoke, "I pick you Bones." he smiled brightly pulling you into another kiss.
"About damn time sweetheart"
#bones mccoy#leonard mccoy#Bones mccoy imagine#leonard mccoy imagine#star trek#star trek imagine#fandom imagine#imagine#fandom#spock#spock imagine
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YTAU, No snz/illness
Triggers for mentions of murder/death (non descriptive and only mentioned twice), smoking, Andrew fuckin Munson.
Joyce and Eddie bond over a mutual person, and mother/son dynamics abound! Enjoy!
X X X
It almost happens the second weekend in December.
She’s washing plates off when there’s noise behind her, not loud enough to be Will or Hop, but not quiet enough to be El or Steve. Turning, the forty nine year old woman smiles when she sees Eddie, the newest edition to their little group. Steve’s been a part of their family since he was in high school, helping out with Will and tutoring him when he needed it, welcoming El happily when they adopted her, hanging out with Jonathan and giving him tips from being a grade above him. The brunette’s been a staple for all of a decade in the Hopper household, and now his new boyfriend is slowly getting acclimated as well.
Joyce has grown especially fond of Eddie, is the thing. The beginning of November had really kickstarted the older boy coming over, after he’d been so ill and Hopper had helped out. Before then, it had been Steve coming over, sometimes Robin, but never Eddie. She thinks maybe he’d wanted Steve to have his alone time with them, but after the hospital, the curly haired man had been showing up every week, sometimes more than once if the timing was right.
“Hey honey,” she greets the small-framed man, her words reciprocated with a smile, the twenty eight year old's dimples on display.
“Hey Mrs. Byers, I just uh, wanted to thank you again, for dinner.”
His voice is soft, a far stretch from his general aura, all frenetic energy, tattoos, chains and loud laughs. At least, that’s what she’s experienced outside of the Byers-Hopper residence. Inside, when it’s just the six of them; seven if Jonathan isn’t working or with Nancy, Eddie’s quieter, a little less intense. She wonders if it’s because he feels comfortable around them enough to drop the ‘tough guy’ act, or if he’s nervous about Hopper being around.
“Oh, you don’t need to thank me, it’s no trouble. It’s nice getting to have you and Steve around,” she assures, eyes crinkling at the corners.
“Still…it means a lot, that you do this and open your home to us,” the man tugs at a curl that’s resting on his shoulder.
“Well, it means a lot that you come over and put up with everyone,” Joyce jokes back. “If you really want to help though, you could take over drying?”
Holding out a dish towel as if it’s a bone for a dog, Eddie takes it and starts drying when she hands him a newly washed dish. She looks at him, then, her mind flashing back to when she was a teenager thirty years ago. The mother’s been unsure of whether she wants to bring up what’s on her mind; has debated for weeks, and right as she starts to open her mouth, Will comes in looking excited about something, so she lets Eddie be pulled away, then finishes the dishes so she can join the rest of the family who are watching Elf, all sprawled out on the couches and the floor. The sight of everyone, even Jim, looking relaxed and happy makes her heart want to burst. Later that evening, when all the kids have gone back to their respective apartments and it’s just her and her husband, she brings up her thought with him, not for the first time.
“I almost told him.”
Hopper looks up with a furrowed brow from where he’s watching the news, laying in bed with only boxers and a t-shirt on.
“Told who what?”
“Eddie. I almost told him about his mom.”
The look the words gain her tells her that Hopper isn’t surprised.
“I thought you decided to wait until he was a little more comfortable, maybe around Christmas.”
“It’s close enough. And he’s obviously comfortable here. I was going to tell him while he helped me wash dishes, but then Will came in and grabbed him.”
“Maybe give him another week or two. Holidays are already tough,” Jim trails off and she knows he’s right.
A couple weeks pass, and finally on the 21st she feels her resolve start to slip. The boys are back over and obviously happy to help decorate the tree Hop’s picked up to put in their living room. El and Will are sorting through handmade ornaments while Steve tests the strands of lights they’ll be wrapping around the tree. Jim is making his infamous hot chocolate. Seeing Eddie watching the scene in front of him, Joyce slips into the bedroom near the back of the house, grabbing a small, yellowed envelope that’s seen better days. Moments later, she sits next to the man on the couch, giving him a warm smile.
“Hey kiddo.”
“Hey Mrs.Byers.”
“Having fun?” She notices his eyes flick to the envelope, but when she blinks his eyes are back on her own.
“Oh yeah, guess I’m just not used to like…all of the chaos of decorating. Me and Wayne would just put up the tiniest most pathetic tree we could find, it’s honestly a running joke, and then make hot cider and watch Christmas movies. This is nice too, just different,” he explains, voice sounding nervous.
“It’s definitely a lot of noise if Will and El are involved,” she jokes, then scoots slightly closer. “I have something for you.”
His face contorts into confusion, just like she’s imagined it would, his eyebrows knit together, and his lips quirk downwards.
“It’s not Christmas yet.”
“It’s alright. This is something special.”
Eddie’s body tenses, but his face is schooled into a false look of calm. Carefully, she opens the envelope and pulls out a handful of photographs, to which the man beside her shifts to look at, leaning closer. She can feel the moment he realizes what they are and can hear the catch in his breath. There’s a sudden intense stillness around the two of them.
“That’s-”
“My mom.”
The words sound fragile, like if she talks too loudly it’ll shatter the entire moment- make it less significant somehow.
“That’s your mom,” she confirms.
The photo on top of the stack is of two teens, sitting on a picnic table, both with long dark hair, though one’s is far more curly and unruly. They’re both sixteen, wearing Wrangler shorts and ringer tees. Joyce remembers this day, back in July of ‘89, when the AC broke in her house and she and her best friend went with a few others to get ice cream. Mack, one of the boys a grade above them, had brought a disposable camera, and the photo was still one of her favorites.
“How uh,” Eddie swallows, not taking his eyes off of the photo in her hands. “How do you…why-…you knew her?”
“We were best friends from middle school on.”
Joyce says it as carefully and gently as she can, unsure of how Eddie will react. It’s a big thing to find out- the woman you’ve come to somewhat trust is actually your dead mothers childhood best friend. Waiting patiently, she lets him process it, watching him slowly start to fully understand what this means. She has photos, stories, even some videos. When he doesn’t say anything, but continues to stare at the photo, she moves it into his lap, revealing the next one.
Joyce and Teresa are in matching ice skating uniforms; probably around thirteen years old or so, both holding flowers, hair up in ridiculous up-dos, makeup caked on their faces.
“She used to ice skate?” Eddie asks with surprise.
Joyce feels like she could fall apart, witnessing this man find things out about his mom he never knew.
“She did. She was great at it. I was always so jealous of her, but I was also proud.”
She lets Eddie soak in the photo, then pulls out the one below it. It’s of Teresa only, her long curls wild as she looks at the camera, mid laugh. She’s probably around 19, holding a guitar. Eddie’s eyebrows shoot up, and after a quick glance at Joyce, he takes the photo from her, pouring over every aspect of it. The older woman moves off of the sofa for a minute, giving him some time alone.
When she comes back seven minutes later; two cups of hot chocolate in hand, Eddie’s smiling softly, playing with a piece of his hair as he stares at the photo on his hands. Joyce sits down and a smile spreads on her face too when she sees the photo. Her and her best friend are in prom dresses, posing together with silly faces.
“God, Reese saved up all her money for that dress,” the woman recalls, handing one of the mugs to Eddie.
“Reese?”
“That’s what I used to call her. And she called me JJ. I think we used the nicknames more than are actual ones,” Joyce laughs.
“Your dresses are pretty cool,” he offers, still looking at the picture as he sips on the drink.
“Your grandmother had wanted her to wear pink, but in normal Reese fashion she flat out refused and picked the brightest blue she could find.”
As she speaks, Joyce realizes how alike Teresa and Eddie are, even without him really knowing her. She glances at the man and notices the same faint freckles over the bridge of his nose, sees the same sparkle in his deep brown eyes. His skin is pale just like hers had been, and his dimples are mirror images. Continuing on, a new photo is picked up, and the moment she sees what it is, the brunette wishes she could throw it away.
Teresa is standing on the porch of a small trailer, beaming. Andrew Munson is standing behind her, dwarfing her small frame. She’s holding out her hand for the camera, a ring on her previously naked left ring finger. Joyce remembers it like it was yesterday- Andrew coming to tell her he was proposing and needed help picking a ring, planning the proposal, watching her friend squeal in excitement and start to cry as she said yes. Eddie swallows convulsively, grabbing the next photo to put on top of the current, only to pale, face losing all color.
A very pregnant Teresa Porter Munson is standing with Andrew, looking tired, stomach ready to pop. The man looks tired too, but it’s different, his eyes are bloodshot but wide, and even in a simple photo, the energy around the man is obvious, as if he’s strung out on god knows what. Joyce is certain that during this particular photo it was a mix of cocaine and alcohol.
“Eddi-“
“It’s fine.”
His hands shake, voice wobbly as the almost thirty year old finally blinks. Joyce goes to wrap an arm around him when Eddie stands suddenly, setting the half empty mug on the coffee table. He holds the photo and keeps it in his grasp.
“I need a smoke.”
The front door is opened and shut in record time, the noise reverberating through the cozy house. Steve and El look over to her with confusion on their faces, but she merely shakes her head as if to let them know to drop it for now.
X X X
Eddie hasn’t touched a cigarette since before moving back to Hawkins. He always has one in his pocket as a cruel reminder, but he hasn’t touched it, hasn’t even wanted to, until now. Hands trembling and desperate to do something, the tattoo artist yanks out his lighter, the photo of his mom and dad bending slightly as he does.
Eyes snapping back to the glossy picture, the twenty nine year old sits down and lets his lighter and cigarette drop next to him on the wooden bench. His father is what draws him into it all.
The thing is, he’s not seen a photo of his father since it all happened. The memories are still sharp in his mind, but the actual depiction of the man is a little fuzzy. Seeing his photo so casually is making Eddie’s entire body feel on edge, but he can’t stop staring. He can hear his voice instructing him how to cut a wire or how to read pill names even before he could truly read books.
Shivering, only in a sweater, the musician isn’t sure how long he’s sitting outside with his thoughts, until Joyce is one again joining him. He’s grateful it’s her and not Steve- he doesn’t want to be a burden and put all this emotional shit on his boyfriend during a fun night. She lets her knee knock against his when she sits.
“Do you have any questions?”
He has too many to count, ranging from what her favorite color was to how his father acted around everyone. Instead, he asks what he thinks might be the most important question for himself. Turning, he looks at the woman who he now knows is his mothers age.
“Were they in love? Did they actually love each other? Or was it a ‘we’re together for the baby’ situation?”
Joyce’s eyebrows raise though he can’t blame her. It’s a blunt question, but he wants to know. The idea his mother stayed with someone just because of him and ultimately got murdered…it makes Eddie’s entire body ache. He thinks he knows the answer before she even has time to process it. It makes him feel weak.
“I think…I think at first they loved each other, and then…then Andrew got into the wrong crowd, got mixed up in things he shouldn’t have,” Joyce’s words are obviously chosen carefully, which makes it even worse.
“I remember hearing Hopper and Wayne talking that night, they said he wasn’t even on anything when he did it. They said he was a little drunk but not even enough to really do any damage. Which means he wanted to kill her while he was of sound mind.”
Tears burn in the back of his eyes. He doesn’t talk about his mom to people. It took a while to tell his bandmates about her, and even with Chrissy it hadn’t been easy. Steve’s been different simply because of what he means to Eddie, but this, with Joyce? It’s hard. She knows more than he does about it all. Feeling wet on his cheeks, he looks up at the petit woman and sniffles.
“…you’re right. He wasn’t. He was angry and buzzed, and he did a stupid thing. I’ll never forgive him for it.”
The way she says it is so matter of fact it’s like getting sucker punched in the stomach. It’s confirmation. His dad is a piece of shit for numerous reasons- drug dealing, child neglect, abuse, murder. And he’s the guy's son. He’s the son of a fucked up asshole who hurt so many people. It makes Eddie want to crawl out of his skin.
Tears fall and Joyce hugs him. It’s the most motherly type thing he’s had in over twenty years, and it only makes him cry harder. He misses his mom. He misses her so fucking much. Finally, his tears slow and Joyce shivers hard enough it snaps Eddie out of his sadness.
“Oh fuck, I’m so sorry,” he fumbles over his words and stands, holding a hand out to Joyce, who takes it as he leads them inside, hoping maybe there’s a few more photos without his father.
Steve is staring at them when they walk in, and though Eddie notices his boyfriend and Joyce share a look, the ex-jock doesn’t come over, instead leaving the two of them alone to finish their dive into old memories. Sitting back on the couch, the musician notices an old looking gift bag. It’s got envelopes and other things he can’t see stuffed inside.
“I have something else for you…a few things actually,” Joyce smiles warmly. “There were things I had at my place she’d left around when she passed away. So I kept them. Maybe I should have given them to Wayne, but I was selfish back then.”
Her eyes are so big and sincere that they make Eddie want to hug her again. Instead, he shakes his head and offers a semblance of a smile.
“Nah, Wayne would have wanted you to have stuff too,” he assures, knowing his uncle wouldn’t have accepted it back.
A large, well worn black tee is pulled out first, neatly folded. He shakes it out and smiles at the fact it’s a Journey tee, one from the band's 1991 tour. It’s thin and soft, and Eddie’s finger absentmindedly rubs against the single stretch hem.
“We went to that concert at 18. Both of us snuck out and said we were staying at each other’s houses. We definitely got caught but it was worth it.”
The knowledge that his mom liked Journey, that she snuck out of her house and lied just to see the band perform makes Eddie incredibly proud to call himself her son. Joyce hands him a necklace next, a small silver chain with a red tortoise guitar pick. He holds it tight before slipping it around his neck. By the time the woman has given him a few more photos and a few cassette tapes, he’s crying again, quieter and less obvious, but still crying. Eddie regains his control, wipes his eyes, and then puts everything back into the gift bag.
“Thanks for letting me see everything Joyce,” he starts, but gets cut off.
“They’re for you honey, I didn’t just mean to show them to you. You keep them. They’ll get more use with you.”
Heart aching, Eddie nods as his grip tightens on the bag's handle. He’s not sure how he got so lucky, not sure how the town of Hawkins is small enough to lead to this, but he’s grateful all the same. When they leave, Steve hugs the woman tightly, saying something Eddie can’t hear. The car Eddie drives; bless it and it’s 2006 make, still has a cassette tape player. Excitedly, he yanks the first tape out he can find- Fleetwood Mac’s ‘Tango in the Night’. Big Love starts playing through the scratchy speakers and as they drive back to Steve’s apartment, Eddie can’t help the explosion of warmth that’s taken over his body. Maybe the Holidays aren’t all bad.
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five comfort characters, five tags
well well
Thank you @rosethorns-onyourskin for tagging meeeee
I'll try to go in order of "meeting" them?
Spock, TOS
Changed my life, that's all. I love him and everything that he inspired in me. Star Trek awakened in me something that only autists raised in poverty will understand. Even to this day I find myself drawn to the spock-like humans of the world. They complete me. I myself am nothing like them, (I'm a Jim/Bones mix) but we complement each other well.
Silus, Fallout:New Vegas as well as New Vegas itself
(I couldn't find a gif of Silus but Luke is the face claim I have for him when I write as him)
I was halfway done with 200 chapters of fucking fanfiction before I realized how drawn to this character I was. The same goes for Joshua Graham. Really New Vegas itself is my comfort. I still go to Goodsprings every chance I get. It's home to me. The world, the music, the lore, the people. But Silus holds a big piece of my heart because he's such an asshole, and so interesting a character. I love writing as him, I love painting him...he's great.
Leon S. Kennedy
Beat you motherfuckers to it. I was going hard on RE4 for the last two decades and named my child after Leon, six years ago. I've made it one of my life's goals to get inside this character's head and understand him better than anyone, and at this point I can tell you when someone on Capcom's team made a mistake. Leon and I are not a lot alike other than the hair fixation, but that may be one reason I like him so much. Like Spock, he's fascinating, an enigma that I made it my fucking business to understand.
Gomez Addams as portrayed by Raul Julia
Again this entire movie is the comfort, but I was always so comforted by the idea of Gomez. He's kind to his wife and children, he's active, he's creative, he's outspoken but has manners....really just a role model. He can be dangerous if he needs to, but he'd never start a fight unless someone he loved was threatened. He's a large presence, and theatrical, and romantic. He's everything I want to be and my nature is a lot closer to his than it is most comfort characters on this list. More than anybody I think Gomez is goals, for a family man.
Karl Heisenberg
At last we reach the only one on the list who I am actually a lot like LOL. Karl and I have a LOT in common, it feels so easy and natural to write from his point of view. Down to the mama issues and feeling like my childhood dignity was taken away from me, all the way to being a loud obnoxious character who attaches themselves very excitedly to people who may or may not reciprocate my excitement. (EETHUN!)
I understand all of his motives and interests and intrigues. My next tattoo is hopefully going to be the Heisenberg Horse on my hand.
Then I just gotta get the factory I guess.
anyone please do this I'm shit at tagging lol I don't know who I know who I've seen do this and not do this. CONSIDER YOURSELF TAGGED, EVERYONE.
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random asks: 3, 14, 36
3. favourite book?
I have a couple, but I'll keep this answer to this set, Contrarywise and Trickster's Touch by Zohra Greenhalgh. They're fun little fantasy fiction books, very quick reads, but they are jam-packed with so many spiritual ideas that will embed themselves into your bones and blood that you'll re-read them and still discover new things. One of the main characters is Rimble, the Trickster.
14. if you got a tattoo, what would it be and where would you get it?
I currently have four tattoos, all on my wrists-forearms. The first on my left inner forearm is a rune sigil I designed from the Kenaz, Ansuz, and Thurisaz runes. Roughly, they represent inspiration/creativity, wisdom and counsel, and breaking down barriers like bigotry. They also represent Loki, Odin, and Thor, in that order by name. The other three - left inner wrist, a wolf paw with the Bisexual colors in the claws, and this is for Fenris/Fenrir. Right inner wrist - Jormungandr with the scales tipped in the genderfluid colors. Right inner forearm - a lizard with a crown, the Lizard King, for Jim Morrison. I do want more tattoos, and one will involve a teapot and teacups, another an octopus. Or I'll go the route of the octopus holding the teapot in one tentacle while pouring seven cups of tea. I have other Nordic/pseudo-Nordic symbols I want, I'd like a Sleipnir for sure, and I want at least one Shakespeare quote. I just haven't decided which one yet. Recently, I've also decided that I need a quote from a Mel Brooks movie, probably one from History of the World Pt. 1 because that was the first of his movies I saw. When I was 9. I also want this prayer as a tattoo:
36. what’s something you love about the world?
Its geological capacity to both endure and produce endless beauty in all its forms. That it can provide all the nourishment and shelter its inhabitants need, even if we're (collectively as a species) too stupid and stubborn to nourish it and care for it back. That it will evolve and grow and adapt no matter what selfish things humanity collectively continues to do, and that one day, it will go on while we are merely a memory in the Earth's consciousness.
Random Asks
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part one: statistics.
basic information:
full name: jackson ambrose.
nickname(s): jack.
age: forty3.
date of birth: february 25, 1980.
place of birth: kenner, louisiana.
ethnicity: caucasian (french-canadian, english, scottish, german & irish roots).
nationality: american.
gender: cis man.
pronouns: he/him/his.
orientation: heteromantic heterosexual.
language(s) spoken: american english, ASL, farsi, & spanish.
accent: it's long since washed out, but from birth to ~25 he had a deep louisiana accent - closer to a new orleans accent.
family ties:
mother: alessia etienne ambrose.
father: unknown.
siblings: none.
spouse / partner: none. previous broken engagement.
children: none.
pets: one white cat named mozzarella.
occupational information:
codename: talbot.
meaning behind talbot: lawrence "larry" talbot is the titular character in the wolfman film from 1941, as well as its sequels. while not from literature the character of talbot is one of, if not the, most well-known and infamous werewolf characters in written and cinematic history. the character is bitten by a werwolf during his story and becomes the beast himself, only to be slain by the end of the film.
position: phantom.
skillset: basic underwater demolition seal training (bud/s), diving & land warfare, survive evade resist escape training (SERE), tactical ambushes, close-quarters combat, & sniper training all from his time with the seals. all of this is in line with special reconnaissance and direct action training - which talbot has outfitted to assist with his heists. while he isn't the most lithe man in the world, he has stamina and agility trained into him from his time in the military, coupled with breaching knowledge & reconnaissance training. he is also a master of krav maga.
physical appearance:
face claim: ryan gosling.
hair color: golden blond.
eye color: light blue.
height: 6'0 3/4".
weight: ~185lbs of muscle, mostly.
build: muscular, very toned.
tattoos: one denoting his seal team on his right forearm on the outside, talbot on his left forearm on the outside, a dice #5 on his right hand between his thumb and forefinger on the webbing, & a palm tree and sunrise on his left hand between his thumb and forefinger.
piercings: none.
clothing style: dark-wash and worn jeans or black khaki pants and plain colored tee-shirts with a dark, worn leather jacket and military-style work boots. in formal settings he's prone to a fitted blazer with a plain colored or white tee-shirt beneath it and fitted dress slacks.
distinguishing characteristics: well-kept facial hair (beard), tattoos on his hands and the deep, twisted scar on his left shoulder. his body is entirely scarred, though he usually wears clothes to cover it.
personality:
mbti: istj-a (logistician).
element: earth.
western zodiac: pisces.
chinese zodiac: monkey.
positive traits: adaptable, calm, capable, charistmatic, driven, dutiful, independent, meticulous, resourceful, steadfast
negative traits: aloof, blunt, cold, disconnected, domineering, greedy, malicious, sadistic, sarcastic, venomous
hobbies: mapping the stars, indulging in sci-fi and horror media, keeping in shape (practicing krav maga and working out / running).
character inspiration: mike ehrmantraut (breaking bad, better call saul), sierra six (the gray man), magneto (x-men), jim raynor (starcraft), lorraine broughton (atomic blonde), perry cox (scrubs), frank delfino (how to get away with murder), general kirigan (shadow and bone), cassian andor (andor), man in black (westworld).
part two: questionnaire.
001. the professor provides every member of libertalia a unique codename that reflects their personality. each codename is derived from various forms of mythology, folklore, or literature. why do you think the professor chose that name for you? do you agree or disagree with his decision?
------" it's not because i'm hairy. " his laugh was humorless, body language somehow both more tense and more relaxed than it should have been, both at the same time. " lawrence talbot was a troubled man who sought to do what he perceived as the right thing, met strange circumstances and ultimately died. maybe the professor can see the future. " he shrugged, though his eyes never left the interviewer. not unlike a cat, he only blinked a few times during the exchange, " i'll agree with it. i'm a horror fan and talbot has always been a figure i enjoyed. can't change it, anyway, so ultimately it doesn't matter what i think. "
002. gaining an invitation into libertalia isn’t an easy feat. what do you think made you special enough to get handpicked by the professor? and what qualities do you think allowed you to join your position?
------" i have no idea, honestly. i just did what i was told in the SEALs until i was offered a position here. " he shrugged, trying to recall the exact time he'd been informed by his CO that he would be discharged when his tour was done. it was young to be let go from a special unit like that - talbot had been curious at the time, but long since let the notion go. " i know i worked my ass off in the military. always strove to be the best ... but everyone will tell you that about themselves. there must've been something about my best that was better than the next person's i worked with. maybe he liked my spunky upbringing. " he was a thief as a child, and a silver-tongued one at that. but weren't most kids?
003. the captain’s crew is the highest position at libertalia, they are the select few who are aware of the professor’s identity. do you desire to graduate to this level? if you’re already a member of the captain’s crew what motivated you to change your position?
------his head shook, even one hand rose from where it rested on his thigh to gesture, as if he were refusing a refill on a drink. " no. that sounds like responsibility. the less i know about the people i currently work with or for, the better. i don't want to know anyone's real names or identities, where they come from or why. i just want the professor to point me in a direction and shoot.
004. although many members of libertalia don’t know each other’s personal lives, it’s rumored that many members came from suspicious backgrounds. who were you before joining and what was your life like prior?
------" i was a navy SEAL from louisiana. my mother was anything but that and i never knew my father's name or met him. never got in trouble with the law but i broke it more than a few times. for a long time i was told when to wake up, when to sleep, when to eat and what, when to shit, how to dress ... they spent a lot of time rewiring my brain to be a weapon and gave me purpose. i don't necessarily agree with it, but they didn't pay me to agree. they paid me to get information and occasionally kill. " a pause, " that good? "
005. what was your primary motivation for joining libertalia? was it for the riches or for the thrill of adventure? or is there something else motivating you to continue working for the group? what do you hope to achieve?
------talbot shifted in his seat. his shoulders relaxed a bit, lips parted as he sighed - mind combing the right words for the answer. " adventure, i guess. money only matters while you're alive. once you're dead ... " another shrug. " i like the opportunity to flex some of the skills i otherwise had or were trained for, but seldom got to use. i'm a big boy, i don't get to be sneaky very often. don't get to charm my way into information often either, not since i was a kid back home and people there were dumb as hell. " his head canted to the side slightly, blond hair shifted into his lashes, " just here for a good time. "
006. how would the other members describe you? would you consider yourself to be a team-player or do you prefer to work independently?
------he snorted, " ask them. cold? distant? they don't really know me. i prefer that. i like working alone better, i can trust myself. look, everyone is here because they're skilled at what they do but i know myself. i won't fuck myself over for personal gain, i know what i'm physically and mentally capable of. relying on other people like that? it was easier in the military but these people aren't a unit like that. you're not trained and taught to rely on them. they're potentially here for purely selfish reasons ... and i respect that. so i'd rather play alone than wind up in a snag. "
007. libertalia is anonymous, therefore necessitates secrecy outside of the group. how do you balance your personal life outside of this, granted you have one? is there a clear separation between libertalia and your personal life?
------" easily. my personal life is personal. i treat myself like a ghost - don't exist outside of the group, so people don't ask questions. it's shit for your credit score but it ensures you don't fuck up somewhere. " another pause. light blue eyes narrow, " work is work. everything you're doing when you're not assigned something or actively searching for treasure is not work. it's very easy to separate the two, so yes, there's a clear separation. "
008. henry avery’s treasure has been lost since 1695. even with the brightest minds on the case, all leads to find the treasure haven’t turned up. avery’s treasure is the professor’s white whale and after several years of searching, many believe the treasure ceases to exist. do you believe the treasure exists?
------" unless it has mythological or fantastical ties, it exists. so ... no sword from the lady of the lake. but a real person's treasure is really somewhere. just a matter of finding the right people, the right clues. i mean, if something like that was under speculation and you were one of ... if not the only person who had even a shred of evidence of it ... would you tell everyone? or would you leave it to yourself and maybe one other person ... to find it? lessens the chance of some other person going after it, doesn't it? "
009. do you trust the professor? do you trust the libertalia?
------finger raised, pointed at the interviewer as if they'd made an excellent point of something and talbot was agreeing with it. "that's a question. i trust the professor with information and giving me a task to complete. with my life? no. " one final pause. any tenseness in his body had dissipated over the course of the questioning, and now only a cocksure expression painted his otherwise emotionless features, neutral body language, " the libertalia? not even a little. "
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24th of July, 2022. 11:40 p.m.
And so we reach the close of another day. After the spell of Jim Beam’s magic has worn off and the edges of life focus and sharpen again, we’re faced with the finished portrait of today. The paint now dry, the whiskey drunk, the smiles have thinned to the point they’re just neutral, pink lines again. What does this portrait of mine look like today? Picture me walking home from a party down a dark road. Black blazer, grey Soundgarden t-shirt, my favourite Gold chain that may as well be tattooed on me, black slim fit jeans, black Dr. Martens chelsea boots, my hair trailing out behind me as the breeze digs its way into my bones. The taste of bourbon on my lips. Hungry, lean, and looking forward to letting the hot water of my shower drench me and cleanse my sins. I came, I partied, I drank your nectar, and sat by your chimenea as the fire took the sting out of the winter air. Now I write this and I feel like smoking a cigarette. I feel like smoking a cigarette and listening to someone tell me about their problems and talk about their day. That’s the thing about parties, they exist in a bubble, their own little microverse. There’re no problems at parties and everything outside of that enclosure ceases to exist for a while. Sometimes though you just want to listen to someone, really listen to them, and provide an ear. That’s what I crave and savour. The simple act of listening is underappreciated in such a loud, obnoxious world. I just want to listen and, occasionally, share my perspective on things.
Matthew Marcel
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[ jessie mei li | non-binary | she/they | twenty-one ] —— it’s just another typical week in hawkins i guess — isn’t that right, jane “eleven” hopper? huh, guess they can’t hear me over angel by madonna playing on their walkman, but it looks like they’re unemployed. did you know el has been in hawkins for almost her whole life, minus a few months? yeah, they’ve been described as a bit cautious, but i suppose them also being protective outweighs the negative. i’ve also heard people say they remind them of an oversized benny’s t-shirt that looks like its going to swallow you whole, singing to the radio while dancing around the room and looking at teen magazines, freshly made eggos drizzled with syrup… however, that could just be this weeks newest rumor.
the basics //
BIRTH NAME : Jane Hopper.
ALIAS / NICKNAME : Eleven, El.
AGE : 21.
DATE OF BIRTH : November 1, 1965.
PLACE OF BIRTH : Hawkins, Indiana.
RESIDENCE : Hawkins, Indiana.
EDUCATION : None, has a forged GED.
OCCUPATION : Unemployed.
GENDER : Non-binary.
SEXUALITY : Unsure.
FACECLAIM : Jessie Mei Li.
HAIR COLOR : Dark brown.
HAIR STYLE : Medium length, straight or pulled back.
EYE COLOR : Brown.
HEIGHT : 5′3″.
SCENT : Floral.
SCARS : A line on their left ankle from trying to get part of the Mindflayer out of them.
TATTOOS : 011 on their left wrist.
PIERCINGS : None.
CLOTHING : Flannel shirts, colorful outfits, scrunchy, jeans, converse.
ZODIAC : Scorpio.
MBTI : ISFP.
ALIGNMENT : Chaotic Neutral.
HOGWARTS HOUSE : Gryffindor.
ELEMENT : Water.
LOVE LANGUAGE : Quality time, words of affirmation, and receiving gifts.
STRENGTHS : telekinesis, levitation, portal manipulation, biokinesis, resurrection, esp, remote viewing, telepathy, mind walking, memory reading, psychometry, technopathy, stealthy, morse code, fighting, intellect, those they care about.
WEAKNESSES : Crowds, those they care about, overexertion.
PHYSICAL AILMENTS : None.
ALLERGIES : Bees.
SLEEPING HABITS : Light sleeper.
SOCIABILITY : Socially awkward, shy.
POSITIVE TRAITS : Protective, kind, inquisitive, caring, big hearted, curious, resourceful, courageous, loyal, independent.
NEGATIVE TRAITS : Cautious, stubborn, impulsive, easily jealous, self-sacrificing, easily angered, over emotional.
FEARS : Losing those they love, the Upside Down, someone taking them away, being imprisoned.
HOBBIES : Comic book reading, listening to music, watching TV, drawing, practicing their powers.
MOST VALUED POSSESSION : The hair tie Hopper gave them, her walkie-talkie, anything her friends have given her.
ADDICTIONS : Eggos.
DRUG USE : None.
ALCOHOL USE : None.
FAVORITE FOOD : Eggos.
FAVORITE DRINK : Strawberry milkshakes, coffee with 3 cream and 6 sugars.
FAVORITE MOVIE : Sixteen Candles.
FAVORITE SHOW : Miami Vice.
FAVORITE SONG : Angel by Madonna.
FAVORITE COLOR : Any that remind them of spring flowers.
FAVORITE FLOWER : Tulips, lilies, daisies.
FAVORITE SEASON : Spring.
FAVORITE WEATHER : Sunny.
FATHER : Unknown (biological), Jim Hopper (adoptive).
MOTHER : Terry Ives (biological), Joyce Byers (adoptive).
SIBLINGS : Jonathan & Will Byers (adoptive).
PARTNERS : Mike Wheeler (ex).
CHILDREN : None.
INSPIRATIONS : Stargirl Caraway (Stargirl by Jerry Spinelli), Alina Starkov (Shadow & Bone), Matilda Wormwood (Matilda), Carrie White (Carrie), Luna Lovegood (Harry Potter).
bio //
Eleven was born on November 1st to Terry Ives, but she never knew their mother as Dr. Brenner took her upon her birth. Hell, she didn’t even know what day their birthday or who her mother was really until they were 19. It wasn’t stuff they did at the lab. Anything that made them individuals got pushed out so they could be pushed to be the best and then even better than that. The strength of their powers were the only thing allowed to make them different than the others. Special.
With her memories back, El knows more about their time at the lab than they did when she first met the party. She remembers the others like 002 bullying her and them finding a friend in 001 (who she didn’t know was 001 at the time). They remember sending him to the upside down and the change that happened after. How frightened she was on the things they did and now being the only one left, how she was pushed more and more to do whatever Papa wanted them to do.
Finally, though, she escaped. They got out of the lab and upon their first time out, she found comfort from a man named Benny, only for him to be ripped from her quick. Hiding in the woods and trying to find somewhere to go in the darkness and rain, they were found by Mike, Dustin, and Lucas trying to find their friend Will and her life was forever changed.
Hiding at Mike’s house had their experiencing a mix of emotions. They were happy to be free and seemingly in a safe location. They were scared that she would be found and have to go back. And she was worried that she was putting their new friends in danger. All of it deemed to be true as they wanted to go to the lab and they were spotted by Papa’s men and had to run here and there and their using their powers more and more while she helped locate Will. And to save her friends, they used her power to get rid of the monster ( Demogorgon, Mike called it that ) and ended up in the Upside Down themselves.
Getting out of the Upside Down was easy. There was still a little gate open and the scared Eleven went to Mike’s home only to find the cops were there. It was too dangerous and so they took to the woods and started fighting for survival. That is until Hopper found them and brought her to this old cabin in the woods. Together, they fixed it up and it was nice. However as the days passed, they was getting more and more impatient to let Mike know they were alive. That she was there in the world and she was growing tired and defiant of Hopper constantly trying to make them safe. She understood to a point, but they felt imprisoned again and all she craved was that freedom.
So, one day when he was out, they left the cabin like she wasn’t supposed to do. They saw a woman that pointed her in the direction of where Mike would be and there she saw him talking to a girl ( who was this? did he not care as much as he once did? ). This upset El and they went home to find an upset Hopper. The two fought and she used their powers against him out of anger and cried themselves to sleep while being locked in their room.
The next day when she was cleaning up their mess while Hopper was gone, they ended up finding information on her mama and ended up finding her in their head. They backed a bag and hitchhiked to their mother’s house. However, finding her wasn’t what they expected. Mama wasn’t able to communicate well and she talked with her aunt and discovered bits of what happened before she went to communicate with Mama herself through their powers. Mama showed them in flashes different parts of what happened. She talked to her aunt and talked about the girl she saw there and ended up going and finding Kali. They left her aunts after stealing some money and went out to find her sister.
The time with Kali was different than anything they knew. Her sister, like themselves, had a group she could trust with their powers and she saw they were doing what they thought was right. They ended up learning more about her powers and how to get them to be stronger ( now it reminded her of when 001 did it ) and while they went out to take care of the man that hurt Mama, she felt this wasn’t the life they wanted. She didn’t want to hurt this man and they felt like being with Kali was like being with Papa all over again. So, as the cops entered the scene, she left and went back home.
Going back home, they discovered that things hadn’t been easy there. The Mind Flayer had control of Will and they needed to stop it. She needed to close the gate. So with a short lived reunion with the people she loved and meeting this new girl ( Max, her name is Max ), they left to the lab and worked their powers to the extreme to close the gate and it worked.
The aftermath was the lab closing for good and she was now officially adopted by Hopper. They waere still in hiding from anyone who would want to get them or their powers, but she had more freedom and she got to see their friends. She got to see Mike. There was a lot of time just spent with them. Talking and laughing. He’d show them music and introduce her to so much. They were happy. Really, really happy.
The summer came and things started changing. Mike was lying to them and she went to Max to talk. They got close quick and after playing a game, they discovered something was going on with Max’s stepbrother, Billy. Trying to figure out what, with the rest of the party, they discovered the Mind Flayer now had him and was adding more to his collection. They tried helping Billy escape, but nothing worked and while the physical form of the Mind Flayer was defeated, lives were still lost (including Hopper) and El was left powerless.
After what felt like funeral upon funeral, El and the Byers, now being under Joyce’s care, moved to California to get away from the tragedies they experienced in Hawkins. El was sad to be leaving Mike and their friends, but part of her looked forward to seeing more of the world. However, things weren’t as great as they seemed. They missed their friends in Hawkins terribly and she had started taking some classes and this woman named Angela bullied them. She started lying in her letters to Mike saying how great California was. This leading up to Mike coming to see her and her still trying to pretend things were okay up until they ran into Angela and she changed all that.
After attacking Angela for her bullying them and embarrassing them in front of Mike, she got arrested and was on her way to a jail when Owens intervened. They instead went to a facility in the Nevada desert and there, discovered Papa was alive. Through multiple tasks and going through old memories that was suppressed and thinking she hurt all the ones like them, she ended up coming out with the truth and with her power back.
As the government tried getting them, she escaped through the use of her powers and in the process, their papa was dead and they were saved by Mike, Will, Jonathan, and Argyle. Telling them, their friends were in danger, they moved to try to get to Hawkins, but they couldn’t get there in time. That’s when they tried intervening to save Max, however, 001 ( they call him Vecna ) took someone else. She was able to still get in there and distract him long enough for their friends to defeat him. However, after going back to Hawkins, she found that it wasn’t soon enough as the town was destroyed.
Moving back to Hawkins was more of a change than they thought. Happy to have Hopper back, the family lived together and eventually, her and Mike decided to break up. For them, it was the need to protect him from all this. While there was peace, she worried every day something was going to happen and she started doing some training on her own to keep her powers strong so she would be ready if anything happened.
Slowly, they noticed things happening. It started with the missing boy that ended up being found and now with this tornado and the bats, El knows something is starting and they’re scared they’re not ready for it.
headcanons //
While they are happy she escaped the lab, some days she regrets it because they feels they have put the lives of everyone she loves so much at risk and that is the last thing they ever wanted to do.
They are working on strengthening their powers every day, sometimes in secret. She wants to be prepared for whatever is coming next and wants to make sure they are at full strength. She’ll spend hours a day focusing on one part of her powers, though its mostly the telekinesis as they have become cautious of her ESP abilities and them possibly opening another gate if she’s not careful.
They’re working slightly to discover who she is and what they like and dislike. She’s open to all new things and wants to try everything at least once ( try before you deny ).
They don’t have a job since she doesn’t have much skills and is still learning new things, even though Owens got her a forged diploma to make it look like they had an education.
Things they do like: coffee with 6 sugars ( you can’t even taste of coffee, Hopper says ) and 3 creams. eggos, of course (preferably with whipped cream and some candy). strawberry milkshakes. comic books. listening to all kinds of music. watching tv with hopper. watching movies (her favorite is sixteen candles). learning new things. pineapple on pizza.
Things they don’t like: coke (reminds her of the lab). chocolate milkshakes (reminds her of angela). the movie carrie (reminds her too much of herself).
#i always feel like somebody's watchin me and i have no privacy ; intro#bullying tw#death tw#kidnapping tw
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NAME : James Pleiades Hawkins
NICKNAME : Jim
AGE : 15 - 19
GENDER : Male
ORIENTATION : Biromantic, Bisexual
LOCATION : Space. Benbow Inn, Montressor.
PROFESSION : Explorer, Cabin Boy
SPECIES : Human
SPOKEN LANGUAGES : English
HEIGHT : 5’9″
WEIGHT : 147 lbs
HAIR : Brunette
EYES : Green
TATTOOS : None
PIERCINGS : Ear
SCARS : None
FACE CLAIM : Tanner Buchanan
Personality
Jim is a very adventurous, rebellious, and caring young lad. During the beginning of the film, he was a stereotypical, alienated teenager, constantly in trouble and "like a stranger" to his mother Sarah. In the DVD's Visual Commentary, the directors said that to emphasize Jim's "Bad Boy" reputation, they added the black jacket, and the shadow or "eye-mask" over his eyes. By the end of the movie, however, he no longer wears the jacket, and the eye-mask is gone. At first, Jim is stoic and guarded, but as time goes on, he begins to open up, and at the end of the movie, he becomes a much more open, confident and happier young man.
Jim is also very brave, selfless, strong-willed, independent, and loyal to his allies. He is also friendly and willing to help strangers, especially if they are injured or lost; this is shown when he encountered Billy Bones, a creepy but harmless and wounded salamander-like alien pirate who was in need of help, and Jim immediately tended to the poor old alien without hesitation, and according to his mother, Jim would always find stray pets and beg his mother to let him keep them, showing that Jim is kind and compassionate towards animals. Jim is also very intelligent for a lad of his age; so intelligent that he is very skilled in technicians and mechanics and was able to build his own solar surfer all by himself when he was 8 years old, and he was able to fix up the late Captain Flint's spaceship in just a few minutes when he was 15 years old. He is also pragmatic and logical, more than people give him credit for.
Despite his great intelligence and pragmatism, he can do very stupid and reckless things, such as him breaking the law countless times, which caused him to get into trouble with the police; when he flew Silver's space longboat into a passing comet regardless of the possible dangers the comet could have caused to the longboat or Silver or Jim himself; and when he recklessly insulted Scroop without taking any regard for his own safety or even what it would do to his mother if he were to be killed by Scroop because of Jim's reckless behavior. Regardless of his reckless side, Jim can be very cautious and serious if the situation presented itself. At first, Jim was quite spoiled, broody and pessimistic, but in the end, he became much more mature, responsible and optimistic (he can be described as a pragmatic optimist).
He is also fun-loving, jokey, sarcastic, mischievous, charismatic, and very dreamy. He likes playing around with Morph, but he can get annoyed by the little floating pink blob of mischief sometimes, and the same can be said for B.E.N., who gets on Jim's nerves fairly often, especially when B.E.N. talks too much or touches Jim too much. Nevertheless, Jim does consider B.E.N. a good friend and a useful sidekick (also, Jim learned to accept B.E.N.'s hysterical and annoying habits somewhat and even enthusiastically hugs B.E.N. back when B.E.N. hugs him for saving everyone from Treasure Planet's destruction). He is also usually honest, yet quite private, and hardly ever lies; he only lies if he feels that he really has to. Jim can also be very sweet, innocent and polite, and cares greatly for his allies and will protect and defend them from anything and anyone. Jim is also very forgiving, shown when he forgave Silver for his antagonistic actions throughout the film and particularly when Silver chose to save Jim's life instead of Flint's treasure. Jim also allowed Silver to sneak away from the RLS Legacy, instead of informing Amelia and having Silver arrested, showing that Jim has completely forgiven Silver and accepted him as his friend and father-figure again.
Ultimately, even with his few flaws and his bad-boy exterior, Jim has got a heart of gold and refuses to embrace the typical greedy and ruthless pirate life like his pirate enemies, especially his nemesis Scroop, who is the exact opposite in personality to Jim.
When he was a toddler, Jim was very energetic, lovable and obsessed with reading pirate books.
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Been thinking about Riona and her tattoos in various verses again, so like. I wanna have kind of a master post of tattoos:
Faerie Versions of Riona (Non-Fandom)
She only has the constellation tattoos--Altren & Iom Cret--the Star Faerie Constellation & The Heart of The Universe. Luna, the star Riona converses with the most, is the center of the heart.
She may have more tattoos in specific verses based off of ship partners and other things.
Human Versions of Riona
She has an infinity sign with crescent moons on the curves on her left arm and a shooting star on her right arm. Both of them cover the cigarette burn scars caused by her father. She gets them done before she goes to Quantico for her training, and she gets them done at the same time. Riona’s tolerance for physical pain is…unacceptably high, due to her hiding the effects of the burns. Her infinity sign crescent moon is done with purple moons, a deep red infinity sign, and a blue background. A subtle bi-pride nod. Her shooting star is done with black and silver.
She also has Soll’s name, done stick and poke style, by her first girlfriend, Brooklyn. She gets it redone in a parlor in the years between their breakup and when she goes to Quantico. It is in her handwriting, and it is located across the back of her left shoulder.
In all verses where she knows Grey’s Luke, she--before graduating with her undergraduate degree--has the opening notes of Star Eyed Girl tattooed across her collar bone. Near her heart, but not over her heart, as it’s not romantic. (This tattoo is also applicable to mixed lore verses, such as The Boys, as long as Riona and Luke met in college.)
Specific Fandom Verses Known Tattoos:
AOS Star Trek (Polycule AU with Riona, Anna, McCoy, and Jim)
See HERE, complete with visual reference sheet (art credit in original post).
MCU
Riona gets a tattoo over her heart with intertwined stars that have the initials of her, Fandral, and each of their kids. I have a post about that HERE.
The following are specific verse known tattoos AFTER the attack from Warren Andrews (Soll’s killer).
Batman: The Animated Series
Riona gets all her tattoos touched up after the attack; she loves her original tattoos. But, intermingled with her shooting star, she gets the silhouettes of bats. One for each BatFam member. (In this AU, it means Bruce, Alfred, Dick, Barbara, Jason, Tim, Luke, Casey, Damian, and her and Bruce’s twin daughters, Brea & Luna.
Code Black
Riona gets a tattoo of Lady from Lady and the Tramp with half a noodle heart (Mario has the other half with Tramp).
Her shooting star has Mario’s name (Mario Luca Savetti) in the comet trails.
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