losers playing ttrpgs... losers playing ttrpgs save me...

mike is running a multi-year homebrew ttrpg campaign that is basically just a combination of any rulebook the losers can get their hands on + anything they come up with. i know it to be true. the campaign started as a call of cuthulu campaign but it is now a terrifying mix of call of cuthulu, dungeons & dragons, and cyberpunk with elements from a dozen other games including star wars: the roleplaying game, warhammer, harnmaster and somehow alma mater(??? idk how. but i know this happened). richie was like. "mike man, i love you forever, you're great at this. but why don't i have magic powers?" and he pointed at ben's collection of d&d rulebooks he'd been browsing through and he sounded so earnest and excited that mike knew in that moment he was going to sacrifice the integrity of his cool mystery campaign so richie could cast vicious mockery (99% sure vicious mockery didn't exist yet... don't quote me on that but it doesn't matter because the idea of richie using it constantly is hilarious)

they've all been playing the same characters for years and they keep convincing mike to add more stuff so they're all like super powerful and mike keeps having to come up with more and more powerful enemies.

mike's dice collection is so so so cool he has so many dice, and whenever he introduces a new important character he goes out and gets dice that fit their theme and it is such a moneysink but it's worth it because ooooh pretty dice

after four occasions where the losers decided to adopt a random npc mike hadn't planned anything for, mike has started planning every single npc out down to the specifics of their childhood education. he has endless character sheets hanging out in his room with characters he's created that populate his game world.

okay hanbrough agenda time: bill is the most oblivious guy in the entire world. i know this. (he is the guy who looks at brokeback mountain and goes "what do you mean it was gay? why can't men be friends anymore?" this is based on that one passage at the beginning of the book where he goes on one of those "why can't the curtains just be blue because they're fucking blue" rants lol. he does not know what media literacy is. to me) and mike is. increasingly frustrated and feels like he's losing his mind. he is like head in hands because he asked bill to go to prom with him and bill was like "yeah sure man! sounds great, you're my bestie forever!", and he has no idea what to do, because how is this man this dense, so he just starts having all of his NPCs fall head over heels for bill's character and flirt like madmen. it is painful for everyone involved. except bill. who still has no idea what is going on. that is a very unfortunate month.

mike and ben hang out a lot and ben helps mike brainstorm for the campaign so ben has all this insider knowledge and mike will just look at him before something insane happens in the campaign. they'll like make eye contact and ben will be like holy shit holy shit holy shit :0 and mike just drops some insane new lore. it's very special to me.

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Steve Harrington & Everyone, Erica Sinclair & Lucas Sinclair, Carol Perkins & Nancy Wheeler, Maxine "Max" Mayfield/Lucas Sinclair, Robin Buckley/Vickie, Steve Harrington/Nancy Wheeler

Characters: Steve Harrington, Erica Sinclair, Nancy Wheeler, Carol Perkins, Lucas Sinclair, Dustin Henderson, Robin Buckley, Mike Wheeler, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Vickie (Stranger Things)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Dead Steve Harrington, (for now) - Freeform, Grief/Mourning, Post-Season/Series 03, Pre-Season/Series 04

Summary:

Time marches on, kids get older, and the dead are left behind.

stephen stills study 🌼🌾📀🤎

reference photo

drawn in iartbook 09/08/23-10/05/23

averaging line / acrylic line / flowers / full circle presets used :)

Sometimes my drawings have a mind of their own so the story that goes with this is that adult Richie relives this day in his dreams every night and finally gets to say all the things he never said to Eddie when they were kids. 🎈

My gift to @quinnick because he is cool beans

🍀🐏🌻🍁🦋🍄🐛

I don't appreciate this little bastard taking three hours out of my morning sleep schedule because he was unhappy with his belts initially. He's lucky I'm so happy with how he is coming out or he would've faced something worse than an eldritch horror.

@fanartka, @sobeautifullyobsessed, @sanctumsanctorumshenanigans, @harlekin6, @strangelock221b, @sinisterstrange616

Come get your glass of water everyone lol

is there a spice girls fan out there that DOESNT believe in meri spice lol

I feel like everybody has at least one highly specific AU that just rotates in their brain 24/7 like a rotisserie chicken

love you like a man - preview

hey! i’m writing a little werewolf richie au for halloween. here’s a short teaser :3

my ao3 is chemicaljacketslut

There's only one explanation for that scratch on the wall. It was him. Which means he was in the school last night after he turned. Why? And what else did he do? Oh, fuck, he's been so good, he's had everything under control, why now—

"Eddie." Richie says it like it's startled out of him. It kind of is.

Eddie Kaspbrak is standing in front of his locker across the hallway looking rather dismayed. He looks over at Richie and the world stops with the lurching of Richie's heart.

"I think someone broke into my locker," Eddie says and holds out his hand, displaying the busted combination lock cupped in his palm.

"Oh," Richie chokes out. He can feel himself starting to sweat.

"Yeah..." Eddie trails off, perturbed. He shakes his head as if to clear it. "I mean, it's not like there's anything valuable in there. It's just my textbooks. I don't know why someone would want to break in. Like, I don't have any enemies. I think."

"The school does routine searches," Richie says from what feels like very, very far away.

Eddie laughs. "And they bust people's locks for that?”

Richie offers a nervous smile.

Eddie sighs. "Anyway, this sucks. Just my luck, right? First week at a new school and..." he gestures to his locker.

"Have you seen Beverly?" Richie blurts out. He feels like he's about to explode.

"Oh, no. Why, can you not find her?" Eddie says.

"No. I've got to go," Richie says jerkily and walks swiftly away. He stops a few feet forward and turns back around, sneakers squeaking on the tile. "Sorry about your locker," he spits and all but sprints away. He thinks he's probably going to be sick.

That's why now. Eddie Kaspbrak is why now.

Stephen: See you in hell

Tony: Are you asking me on a date? I accept

Just so you know, the real Richard Winters basically broke his jumpmaster’s vertebrae wrestling with him, because the man kept insisting they box or wrestle and Winters finally gave in and being a collegiate level wrestler threw the man so hard unintentionally it snapped two of his vertebrae and two of his ribs and for the rest of the war everyone was like “DON’T SNAP MY SPINE CAPTAIN”

‘You know nothing of sacrifice, Stephen Strange’.

‘Come on Strange. Have a heart’.

Leaves me emotionally wrecked.

Me interacting with any new media: okay, so how can I make this into a Hadestown au

@kingofthewebxxx asked: "Hello, people who do not live here! (AHHHHHAAAAAAAA) [From this meme] | accepting

To be fair, Stephen has no idea how he's even ended up here to begin with. He doesn't even know where the fuck here he is, for the matter - he remembers having dealt with a demonic entity back in the fifth dimension and then---

"Great. Did that thing seriously just teleport me away and to... wherever the fuck I am?" It's muttered under his breath, to himself, done with everything already.

He definitely had other things in mind when he made plans along the lines of 'bargaining with an interdimensional being to then have pizza right after, with a whole tub of ben & jerrys for dessert, because he deserves that'. Yeah, Strange definitely had a different outcome in mind than... this.

"...Yeah, hi to you too, whoever you are." Great, he's not even alone, it seems.

"I, uh, have no idea how I ended up here - sorry for trespassing - but I'll figure something out and will just, you know, leave again." ... "Actually, do you mind telling me where exactly I am? Makes things a little easier for me to figure out."

Ughhh