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PSA
I’m hardly here anymore, but I am mainly on my FFXIV blog, and prob others, like Transformers.
I prob won’t really be back here, until my feels hit, or whenever the next season comes out.
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Trying to get some drafts done, but it’s difficult!
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Hey y’all! I’ve moved over here since my other blog was a mess and it was driving me nuts. So please follow me here! Feel free to reblog this! <3
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Gonna try to get to my drafts, asap. I’ve just been chilling!
I hope you all are doing well!
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Upsidedownx is a Multimuse Stranger Things RP
Guidelines || Muses || Memes
Can’t wait to interact with you!
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Reblog if I’m allowed to send you in character asks even if we have never talked before.
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scarednotscary:
If only she had kept walking, if only she had just bid him a good day and carried on her merry little way. If only, if only. It was a phrase that rattled around her head like a bullet ricocheting on bone. If it hadn’t have been her then it would have been another one of her friends and she would never forgive herself. Though it made sense for him to find her first, she had been a locked gate for him and he was the key; he need only turn it now.
“I won’t take you to them.” It was defiance on her part and just a dash of bravery, but more than anything she didn’t want him getting to Eddie, she couldn’t bear it if anything happened to any one of her friends but Eddie? He was special to her, important and she’d rather die than lead Vecna to him. “I won’t do it, I won’t!” Her mousy voice raised as another step back was taken.
What she hoped to achieve by putting distance between them Chrissy didn’t know, but she did know that being so close to him… it reminded her of when he’d been inside her head in that other form, the way his elongated fingers cradled the back of her skull. Had it not been for Eddie he would have claimed her there and then and all of this would have been over for her; she wouldn’t change it though, wouldn’t change the friends, no the family, she had now.
“They’d know who you are… I wouldn’t… I’d warn them, I’d scream if I had to!” Her hands clutched at her chest, those small steps backwards becoming more frequent the more scared she felt. Her heart was racing and it hurt, it hurt she thought it would rip itself apart, but she couldn’t let him get what he wanted. If this was to be her last hurrah then she’d do whatever it took to keep his focus on her.
Casting her gaze downwards, Chrissy considered her next move. He’d offered her another option and while she knew it was unwise to take the bait, she realised she may have no choice in the matter. “W-what’s the other option?” At this point she’d do anything not to have to lead him to her friends; she couldn’t and wouldn’t do it.
“Oh?” He was so very amused by her sturdy, and stubborn attitude to outright refuse his wishes. “You would scream? What a show that would be.” Yes, the prospect of that scenario playing out would be entertaining for him, but he was formulating a plan that seemed to have a higher chance at snagging his prize. The look from her meant that she was, at least, somewhat curious over it.
“Well... I have been in need of some help, lately.” He paused, considering her all over again with a glance, seeing the potential right before him. The beautiful hopefulness, and the worry that everything would crumble, before anything more could flourish. Their world was crashing, and he was the cause, but it was all for a reason they could never truly understand.
“I believe that perhaps your friends could be spared from my hand, were you to take this offer.” He stared directly into her face, expression so stern and serious, not wanting this to be squandered by yelling, or something so unpleasant. No, he wanted to see every bit of her reaction for this next part. “All you have to do... is join me.” Henry paused, wondering how she would take this, and let a slow breath leave him before continuing. “This would be your chance to protect them from me.”
Of course this was not the full story, as he had another idea forming in his head, on how exactly to get around the deal he was proposing. She would have no clue of it, until the deed was done. He had but to wait a little longer. He shrugged up a shoulder, trying to seem like he was giving up this being presented to her. “Or... I could just let you go, and find them myself.”
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Starter | Muse: Eleven
There was this feeling in the back of her mind, like a soft and careful caress. It was enough of a strange sensation that she completely stiffened for a few short moments, as her body was trying to process what this exactly was. Her blood was racing, rushing through her ears, and she was attempting to keep calm.
Something was not right, and she could feel that peace, which she had worked so hard to have for this little while, feeling worried that it would begin to crumble; as usually it always did... Not a moment for her to relax, ever. Whether it was from the government that had hounded her, or students are her schooling. When she could focus on searching, did she begin to look around her for whatever, or whoever, that had set her senses off.
“Who’s there?”
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Reblog this if you like seeing me on your dash
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Reblog this if you like seeing me on your dash
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once upon a time i drew Billy Hargrove as the handsome Lucifer statue
statue: Le Génie du Mal (The Spirit of Evil) by Guillaume Geefs
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zoomingupthathill:
The way he brushed her off, dismissed her– It boiled her blood more than when he was yelling at her. Why couldn’t he just admit that he cared? That he might want her there? “Don’t do that.” She simply said, less afraid of him now. Before all of this she would worry about his actions, worry if he’d actually hurt her. Now she knew that was just a facade. The fucked up lives both of their parents put them through. They both needed to hide behind a wall. Disguise how they truly felt. His was anger, acting too cool to care. Hers was sarcasm.
“Billy, I understand that you hate me, you never wanted a sister. I get it. – but you almost died in my arms. I close my eyes and they’re covered in blood. YOUR BLOOD.” He wasn’t the only one that had that look in his eyes. Like she had just seen a ghost. Body shaking in anger, and now fear.
After a few seconds, and a couple rounds of pacing Max was able to calm herself. Shake the icy feeling of his almost death. She wasn’t here just for him, a small selfish part of her needed to know he was okay. Any time she couldn’t see him, hear him, she was worried. Afraid that she might wake up and he is actually dead.. The vulnerability he showed when he thought he was dying, why couldn’t he show a fraction of that now? “I’m sorry I am not what you wanted in life Billy. Trust me I didn’t like it at first, but we don’t have a choice. We’re family..”
a soft sigh escaped her lips, resigned to her fate. “I am seeing them later, don’t worry I won’t be in your hair long. I don’t want to be an inconvenience.”
Billy listened to her in heavy silence, feeling as though what she was saying happened like they were yesterday. The injuries that had been on his body, so deep and brutal, they stung with their phantom memories. Now, all were just faded scars, and he had been lucky to live past that terrible night. His eyes flicked down, the brisk annoyance he had just moments ago calming somewhat as she continued to pour out her feelings.
It was a lot for him to take in, and angered him just a bit that he had reacted the way he did. Especially, from before... None of that was ever going to leave him, and to this very second it continued to haunt every moment of his life. He had been that monster’s tool, and done unspeakable things to people he had known. Right now, it was still affecting him, and by his inability to talk back, as she had wanted from him.
“Max...” Quietly, he finally did speak up, and his stern expression was tinged with that spark of what he had that very night she spoke of. It only showed in his eyes, and the pain there was immeasurable. “I should be the one saying sorry...” He set his bottled drink on the counter, then and turned to his side to glare away from her. There were a million thoughts in his head, of what he needed to say, or of what he couldn’t. “You should hate me. Want to kill me, maybe, but instead you’re -- You’re apologizing?? How fucked up do you gotta be?”
He turned back to her, eyes feeling like they were burning from the wetness that had gathered there. His shoulders squared, and he took a few steps forward, feeling terrible that he probably looked so aggressive. Billy had no idea how to navigate his emotions, and they always came off in such extreme ways. This meant he couldn’t just calmly walk up to her, nope. He had to walk like he was once more that predator they should’ve been fearing, shouldn’t have even bothered to keep living. Yet, even as he did come up her way, his eyes betrayed everything else about his body. They were in pain.
“I’ve been the shittest brother to you. The worst. Yet, you’re wanting... wanting to still think of me as family? I shouldn’t be alive, and walking free as I am... You do hate me. Don’t lie... You wish I was dead, Max.” He felt that single tear running down his cheek, and if she acknowledged what he said or not - it was what he felt for himself.
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gxnsnrcses:
She really wasn’t sure what to expect from Billy, but it was not comfort, or even sympathy. Perhaps that was the reason Nancy had taken such a strong tone with him, so as not to appear weak. Like she was doing them both a favour. He seemed to find some enjoyment in that, that beguiling smirk of his the first thing she noticed when at last Nancy lifted her weary gaze from the ground to look in his direction, and if she thought she didn’t know how to act around him before, she certainly didn’t now.
He was not wrong though. Nancy had always had fight in her, and she didn’t need the encouragement to know that she had every intention of going back in there to stop Vecna, no matter how much torment she had to endure. That much had already been decided, because what other choice was there? But she was so tired of always having to be strong. Just this once, she wanted to lean on someone else. To be comforted. Was that too much to ask for?
“…No. I just… needed a moment, that’s all.” A half-truth, but she was not about to pour her heart out to someone that Nancy was convinced wouldn’t care. But then again, perhaps that was all she needed; the opportunity to speak freely, whether anyone cared or not.
“Does it bother you?” The question slipped from her lips before she could stop it. “I mean… all those things that monster made you do.”
“Oh, right. Yeah... Just a moment, mhm.” He nodded, acting like he really was just so indifferent to it, but it was very obvious that she was being bogged down by everything that had been going down. Still, he would just wait and stay there in silence, trying to soak in the atmosphere between them. This was something he probably would not normally care for, but after all things, he was quite bored of the ‘normal’ that was supposed to be for him. It was far more entertaining to embrace the chaos that these people brought to the world, and there was the fact that his sister was involved, still. So, of course this meant he would be forced to stick around.
“Uhh.......” Now that was something he didn’t expect to hear from her, and it made him feel a sudden trickle of cold down his spine at the mere mention of what he had done, himself. A beat passed, and he took another long inhale of his awful habit, blowing out the smoke through his nose as he glanced down to the ground. “Well... Yeah. Why else would I hang around the likes of all you?? Bunch of losers.”
He was feeling a bit defensive, and glared at his shoes, before turning it towards her with that piercing, almost-agonized stare. “I gotta make up for those mistakes, somehow. This monster isn’t going to keep scaring me- I mean -- or Max.” He tried to save face, there. “Yeah, she’s the one having to deal with it, now. That thing fucked me up, bad. Pretty sure no one needs to experience that...” The fumbling of his words a little, and that utterance of him caring for Max’s well-being slipped out; which he hated. His hands moved to adjust his jacket, somewhat angrily, to then fold his arms across his chest.
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I wonder if Vecna and Pennywise would get along, or absolutely hate each other?
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angst starters: whump
(for more angsty prompts, click here!)
tw: injury, asphyxiation, blood, emetophobia, etc.
❝ you don’t look so good. ❞
❝ i don’t feel so good. ❞
❝ i’ve never seen you so pale. ❞
❝ i think i’m about to pass out. ❞
❝ i think i’m about to throw up. ❞
❝ if you need to throw up, just do it. ❞
❝ i think i need to lie down. ❞
❝ you need to sit down. ❞
❝ just sit down. i’m gonna call for help. ❞
❝ are you gonna be okay? ❞
❝ what the hell happened to you? ❞
❝ that’s a lot of blood. ❞
❝ where is that blood coming from? ❞
❝ i’m bleeding. ❞
❝ you’re bleeding. bad. ❞
❝ there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. it happens to everyone. ❞
❝ can you pull over? like, now? ❞
❝ you are not about to puke in my car. ❞
❝ hey. you’re okay. you passed out. just relax. stay on your side. ❞
❝ no, don’t get up— ❞
❝ i’m worried about you. ❞
❝ shh, you’re okay. just focus on me. ❞
❝ it’s okay, you can close your eyes. just stay awake. ❞
❝ hey. can you hear me? ❞
❝ talk to me. i need you to talk to me. ❞
❝ no, you’re not gonna die. i promise. ❞
❝ it hurts. fuck, it hurts. ❞
❝ tell me what hurts. ❞
❝ what’s going on? are you in pain? ❞
❝ where the fuck is your epi-pen?! ❞
❝ something’s wrong. ❞
❝ why are you breathing like that? ❞
❝ it really hurts to breathe. ❞
❝ i can’t breathe. ❞
❝ i can’t see anything. ❞
❝ don’t lean back. you’ll choke. lean forward. ❞
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Okay but Billy, Eddie, or Henry having to say ‘Sir’ to someone~
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Send “Chained” to have successfully captured my muse for a thread
My muse cannot escape, feel free to detail how they caught them
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