#cosmobrain00

[rotisseries]

coming to the certified zelink understander to ask u a very VERY important question tn. rori if u had to pick, wht would u say the weakest zelink is relationship wise🎤

ok, so as you know I haven't played all the games yet, which makes this difficult to answer, but ILL TRY. so first off I'm inclined to say twilight princess. still haven't finished this game but to my understanding they're pretty much just coworkers. howeverrrrr, I do have to give it the fact that although the story and characters in general seem to be weaker, there is at least. story and character. whereas like, the early 2d and top down zelda games had next to nothing. so like. should be considered maybe. also at the very least twilight princess has sexy goth aesthetics going for it. the game has weird art direction for being a zelda game but it is a little sexy. like at least zelink would be hot in tp if nothing else, and they both individually have some level of character that you could piece together with a nice mixture of glue, borax, and imagination to maybe make something neat. but also the 2d games and shit were held back by their mediums lmao. like obviously nes zelink is going to be a nothing sandwich with a side of nothing fries. but twilight princess??? from 2006?? on the gamecube??? the same console wherein they made wind waker????? 2006????? 10 years after they'd made ocarina of time?????? one of the most well written games ever??? WITH a very interesting link and zelda, and potentially interesting dynamic together despite the fact that the n64 still made it really hard for anyone in that game to be an actual character??? in conclusion well then I guess the answer is still actually twilight princess cause like. you could've done better. if we DON'T grade on a curve and don't acknowledge that early zelda games had jack shit to work with for storytelling, it would have to be probably nes zelink or something

[drangues]

the existence of demodogs insinuates the existence of democats

[celestialbruise]

https://href.li/?https://archiveofourown.org/works/50363146

also!! everyone pls go and read this immediately!! it was a birthday gift that i’d love to share with all of you, as it is one of the most beautiful works of literature I have ever read<3

[bylertruther]

i know you guys are gunning for an arm injury bc of the s3 dnd game and that's cool but personally i hope mike gets a leg injury on the same leg that the vines grabbed in the tunnels in s2 as a cool and petty callback idk 🧐

[sparks-olivarpente]

the Stranger Fics

(byler fics with unexpected powers or twists)

Turns out a lot of my favorite fics enter this category. Feel free to reblog and add fics you love :)

In the Eye of a Hurricane (It's You and Me) by Julia_Skysong "Jonathan, why…why am I with dad on the security tape????" Lonnie Byers is a royal piece of shit. Will finds out he has powers and understandably has a meltdown about it, and Mike helps him through it.

over a bridge of time by @sevensided Hawkins isn't the same without Will. So Mike goes to visit him in Chicago. Then strange things happen… Second part of the awesome serie THE DARK MIRROR and of course you should read the whole thing :)

I know the end by @cosmobrain00 The worst-case scenario has happened. … and that's all the summary you'll get from me! an ongoing serie that keeps getting better and better (or worse and worse, depending on the point of view). Tags: #Mind Manipulation #Will has powers

them’s the breaks by emelinelou Three years after moving to California, one Will Byers shows up - read: dimension-teleports or something - back in Hawkins. In the corner of Mike's bedroom. In the middle of the night. Turns out this is a bad thing, namely for Mike and Mike's sanity.

captured ghosts by etchedstars ghosts from will's past come back to haunt this. literally or metaphorically is up to audience interpretation. Some favorite tags: #plot relevant cuddles #will gets to be sarcastic #he also commits crime

Come Hell, High Water by naiesu “It’s been months, Mike,” Lucas says, staring at Mike, hard. Mike can’t remember a time he didn’t look at him that way. “Will is a cold case. You need to accept that.” The dream-like parts are amazingly written &lt;3

yesterFriday by nbfutureboy (@futureboy-ao3) Will Byers wakes up as usual one Friday morning - he worries about his family, his History test, and telling the people he loves that he doesn’t Like Girls in that way. Then he does it again. [Groundhog Day AU where Will gets stuck in a time loop.]

a strange education (reach out and touch me) by Total_Serene (@total-serene560) 16 year old Mike Wheeler wakes up in the middle of a highway in Indiana. He can't remember what happened, but he knows three things: He was going somewhere, it was supposed to be night, and he had taken Nancy's car. The mystery in this one…!!!

The Basement by olliecoddle (@souverian-are-we) Will and Mike spend their days in a little run-down house in the Upper Peninsula with dated furniture and peeling wallpaper, two sinking recliners next to each other. But there is a beast in the basement.

A Stranger Things Ghost Story by Junigatsu84 It is the Summer of 1983, before all the horrors that befall Hawkins. The boys are looking for their own mystery to solve and find a haunted house. It’s a shame Will is the only one to see it.

Back to the Future (with Mike Wheeler) by Nymphadoragreenleaf On a list of the top five most unexpected things to happen to Mike Wheeler, traveling 10 years into the future has got to take the top spot. The half-naked man claiming to be his best friend might be number two. Alternatively known as, Mike Wheeler tries to survive a week in the 90's and figures a couple of things out along the way.

You are the Heart by TouchTheSky A fever-dream, mucho-feels, super long, semi-fix-it, version of Season 5. i feel like i know you (but we never met) by @andiwriteordie “Who?” Mike’s voice breaks again, and Joyce chokes back a sob. “Joyce, who… who was he?” Or: The one in which Will Byers doesn't exist… At least not anymore.

with all my heart by mogiah (@morganee) what happens when Birthdaygate and Lettergate meet. or another one in which Will doesn't exist anymore

i've come home, i'm so cold by astrobi (@astrobei) Will's trying his hardest to make it through fall semester in one piece. Unfortunately for his degree, he's being haunted by maybe-feelings for his best friend (metaphorically), and also a maybe-ghost with rather abysmal fashion sense (literally). The fic that made me decide to spend the rest of my life that year reading fics

Blackout by Tea_For_One_Please as if their senior year of high school wasn't complicated enough, the Party find themselves investigating an accidental death, believing it to be connected to a similar event nearly two decades earlier. Just normal teenager stuff, right? This one hasn't been updated for a while but I remember enjoying the plot and mystery a lot

baby, we’re perfect by bookinit (@bookinit02) Senior year in Hawkins. Will and Mike figure some things out. I'm not allowed to say anything else about this fic. To quote the author: "brace yourselves. sorry in advance."

you were bigger than the whole sky by delusionaltogether (@parkitaco) Mike breathes out sharply, sinking to his knees in front of Will without conscious thought. Every bone in his body is turning to jelly, because Will is here, but he's also- not. on march 29th, 1986, will byers vanishes for a second time. 366 days later, he reappears.

This is where it starts by cottonscent While the rest of the party moved on and forgot once the gate closed Will kept exploring, and the connection he formed to the other dimension it actually a lot more complex than what they originally thought.

[light-lanterne]

random idea i just had:

a small offering @boycattj, @byelerss, @catboy-cabin, @conanssummerchild, @cosmobrain00, @dark-quill, @fenixashes, @fluffyfangirl, @holyvirgilscriptures, @foodiewithdahoodie, @hyperfixationcentralsvoid, @karenchildress @runninguplenorahills, @rotisseries, @saffirez, @willow-lark, @yearninginblue.

au where the party, nerds as they are, spend their afternoons in the school library reading novels and scientific journals, and playing a game of "who can find the weirdest trivia fact of the week". one day, as they are doing this, mike comes across a very unassuming notebook hidden amidst the oldest books in the library, the cover for which has three simple words written sloppily on its cover which read:

"do you dare?"

intrigued, mike opens the notebook and discovers a series of riddles and clues that has him running around the library and unveiling obscure novels and forgotten poetry books, each of them bringing him closer to crack the hidden code until, just in time before the library closes, he manages to uncover a rather confusing message:

"welcome to the hellfire club. you will find your first task inside your locker, first thing in the morning."

needless to say, he immediately discards it as absolute bullshit and goes on with his evening, saying goodbye to his friends and quickly forgetting about the affair as he heads home and busies himself with his homework.

however, he is immediately reminded of it all when he arrives at school the next morning, early for once, and finds a little note folded neatly atop his messy school books, the same handwriting as in the notebook staring him right in the face and he almost freaks out, for no one has his lock combination nor did he see anyone in the library other than his friends so there's no way anyone would've seen him figure out the code.

and yet there it is, and he kind of wants to scream, but he has to keep his composure lest he scares his arriving friends and gets in trouble with them for playing weird games without telling them about it.

thus, he hides the paper and decides to burn it as soon as he gets home, then opens it in the restroom during lunch for he is curious by nature and it certainly wouldn't hurt to just see what it has to say, right? it's only a piece of paper and he's completely and utterly alone here, so whoever's behind it can't possibly know if he read it or not,,, right ?

so he opens it, holds his breath for a moment, then reads it and sighs in relief as he notices it's nothing but a simple challenge:

"graffiti the bathroom stall."

a silly prank indeed. nothing mike hasn't done by himself quite a few times in the past, in fact, nor anything to freak out about considering it's a simple, harmless request.

so,,, mike decides to play along, if only so he can maybe figure out who is behind this and ask how they knew he'd cracked the code, how they figured out his locker combination, or what even is the hellfire club.

and at first, the challenges are rather innocuous: hide mrs. click's textbook before class, "misplace" the basketball's team storage key, put some roses in (will's) a classmate's locker without being spotted, free his neighbour's neglected dog and take it to a loving home, lock troy walsh's bike to a tree without him finding out.

then, they get a little more complicated: spend an entire day inside the cinema without paying a dime or getting kicked out, steal the chief of police's pen from his pocket, walk into a store's fitting room to try something then exit without paying while wearing the garment, make out sloppy with his male best friend in a broom closet during homecoming, take some of his parent's money and donate it to a cause they wouldn't support.

(make out with his best friend again during sunday's morning service at church, then escalate it a little more for extra points, if he dares)

little by little, mike gets lost in the game and soon he stops questioning the origin of the notes, or the increasing amorality of the requests, or how the one behind them always knows when he's succeeded. all he knows is that the notes have promised him a big reward should he complete fifty tasks successfully, and he's not about to give up now that he's come so far.

so he plays, and he becomes obsessed with winning, and it only occurs to him that something's terribly wrong when he reaches the fiftieth challenge and the note for his last task is left on his bedroom's desk, the black ink with which they'd all been written suddenly gone and replaced by red words.

"kill someone,"

his last challenge reads, and mike's much too involved to resist.

- the end -

(pretty sure this type of concept has a name, but i can't really remember it rn and i think the ending for that thing is far darker so let's leave it at this x.x also, feel free to imagine the type of funky business mike gets up to throughout the game; anything that would be "amoral" goes i suppose ~)

[cosmobrain00]

hey guys guess what<3

happy halloween👻

[wildflowerteas]

WE HAVE MAX (cosmobrain00 on this website) ON TSP NOW ch 1 reactions pt 1

HIII MAXX!!!!!! Please do not apologize in any way shape or form TSP isn't written as a story that requires theorizing, anyway. It's a mystery, but more of a 'watch this unfold' than a 'you should have seen this coming from the start' mystery. I'm so grateful glad? excited? I don't exactly how to describe the feeling, but just super giddy to know that you were excited from the get-go. i put my entire heart and soul into the summary for my fics ( i ran this one past azey a thousand times before i posted ).

also, Rori, give yourself some credit. you pick up on the subtlest characterizations and hints of symbolism and gnaw on them until they're bone. I'm always impressed by you.

'me personally i'm excited for the sex scene' . . . I wasn't. <- guy who was shaking and almost crying in the dorm showers after posting.

OKAY IM NOT. LAZY. I think I definitely fall into the pit of 'write what you know,' or at least, 'write what you're comfortable with' and it worries me sometimes.

Urghi'm going to explode. my face is definitely red ( surely not courtesy of the summer heat ).

It actually wouldn't be beyond me to put significance into the weather reports, but as Rori said: they're only in there for setting purposes ( and for logistics ) and for accuracy. Heat + smog + asthma isn't great on the lungs. Heat isn't great for Camellias. etc. etc. I actually have a day-by-day record from the LA airport that I sometimes reference for snowfall and such!

HIIIII MARKKK <3 ELLI. AUUGHHHHGJJFJKJHG!@!@!@!>>>!!@!!!!!@!@! PLEASE I COULDJUST 💥💥💥 he makes me SO ill. I bully him for comic relief in the heavier moments, but i adore him ( it's a disease ) and i love his interactions with Lucy especially

Yes!!!!!! Rori you're right, I don't like copy-pasting the organizations from canon to AU. Not that I dislike it in fic, but I just can't do it because I get the itch to throw just basically whoever into the mix. It's why in WIA the Keiō University crew wasn't Atsushi-centered, Dazai, or even ADA centered ( I mean, Rimbaud was a professor there. He literally brings sskk together. ). I'm like botw Link, just tossing things into the pot and seeing if its a consumable success. Agh actually that reminds me, I should rb my RS. The spring is Dry.

I actually decided to call it 'The Crypt' because of the gloominess and dustiness of it all, and because Lovecraft is in charge of it and . . . The Crypt of Cthulhu <- a pretty famous fanzine for Lovecrafts works and Cthulhu lore in general. Mark definitely would have come up with it in AU though, that is so true.

I . . . do bully Atsushi. Sorry. I make him go through so much in this fic especially because I think this version of him can Take It.

Dazai is petty!!!!!! Incredibly so!!!!!! 'If I can't solve this, then no one can' vibe. . . . Or?

'joint tsp dazai jumping when' BAHAHAHAHAA

OKAY WHAT THE FUCK. I REALLY WAS JUST MINDING MY OWN BUSINESS ( actually, I was scrolling through pinterest looking at The Godfather movie posters and Hella's TBOS moodboard ) when I got the urge to rb and lament the fact that I'll never be able to replicate the aura of that piece. That's an insane coincidence. I'm attuned to the group chat I guess.

[booksandpaperss]

Out of Context WIPs poll

Rules: Pick a bunch of your WIPs and summarize them as badly as possible, then ask your followers to vote on which one they'd be most likely to read. Multiple/all/none options are completely optional.

i saw one of my fave ml creators @coffeebanana do this and I figured it would be fun to bring it into my own circle of mutuals! also I’m mixing fics (from diff fandoms) and original works and I’m not saying which is which <3

see if u can tell which is which (but still just pick based on the description)! one is on my ao3 already lmao

no pressure tags: @oldfashionedmorphine @total-serene560 @sorry-i-panicked @parkitaco @cosmobrain00 @karenchildress @foodiewithdahoodie @bookinit02 @queerxqueen and @ anyone else who wants to do their own!

[rotisseries]

thank u for ur service rori🫡🫡 Im of the personal belief dazai should always be punted down an eternal never ending flight of stairs 

a good concussion could fix him I think

[drangues]

part 2 of byler jopper au

thank u <max3 (cosmobrain00) for helping me with eng teacher mike design cus i did Not Know wtf he would look like<33

[fireflywitch]

last line tag game

(thank u @oldfashionedmorphine & @cosmobrain00 !!)

The Ziploc bag Argyle brought was long gone, and Jonathan didn’t trust any of these Hawkins motherfuckers hard enough to throw them, let alone smoke them. Except Steve, maybe, but Steve was too trusting himself.

this won't get posted for like, months, but it is in progress srjfshzrfhjzsg no idea who's been tagged or not, but anyone who wants to!

[cannibalismyuri]

rules: put your music on shuffle and list the first 10 songs that come up, then tag ten other people ( tagged by the lovely @basiltonpitch @cosmobrain00 and @sayyourprayers )

i always used to use my english only playlists for tag games like these, but user sayyourprayers has inspired me so y'all will be getting some desi music here too 💗

!!! that's me 🫶🏽 no pressure tagging: @ice-sculptures @etchedstars @fireflywitch @howtobecomeadragon @hellsfireclub @strangersynth @dunkeyfromshrek @eggo-owl @ghoultaffy @rotisseries 💖

[sparks-olivarpente]

Byler fic rec : disability

I was looking for ideas of unusual themes for fics recs and I've just read two very cool fics with characters dealing with having lost sight in one eye… disability fic rec! physical or mental. a lot of fics deal with Max possible disabilities or them having ptsd post S4, I have only listed a few, feel free to reblog and add your favorites ^o^

Until you wake up by Roxhylee (@roxhyleee, not sure if it's the right tumblr, let me know ^^)

For days on end, he finds his way back to the hospital every morning. There, he'll meet and write him, and he'll wait; he'll always wait for him. As long as there are words, he'll wait. Until he wakes up again.

Or: Will is in a coma and Mike visits him every day.

In this one Mike struggles with being one-eyed. Some amazing Ted chapters too!

Moonlight on the River part 3 of I know the end by @cosmobrain00

The worst-case scenario has happened. Hawkins has fallen, and Will is trapped underneath it all. Healing is impossible, and he doesn't know how to fix what has happened. Luckily, a solution may be closer than he thought, if only he can accept it.

Will struggle mentally while others deal with injuries. Ongoing and amazing! warning for PAIN ToT

falling like the stars by bookinit (@bookinit02)

the one where el would do anything for max, even the impossible.

A very fluffy El and Max fic <3

Mouth Reader by byelervevo

Will’s true sight, as Mike had called it, certainly came at a steep price. His doctors said that the temporary deafness in his right ear was a mere side effect of incident (Dr. Owens had called it an accident, as if Will had accidentally gotten himself possessed. And while Will knows it’s not (entirely) his fault, sometimes before bed he traces the burn scar, faded on his skin but fresh in his memories, and tries to think back to the last time he didn’t have to go to sleep scared). He should regain hearing just in time for the Snow Ball.

But he doesn’t.

Post S2. This one is so sweet <3

you wanna be friends forever (i can think of something better) by wheezykaspbraks

in which Will loves Mike almost as much as he hates himself.

Dealing with depression (and happy ending!) descent. by @andiwriteordie

“W-what if it’s not him?” Will croaks. Once again, Mike’s face just falls, and Will shakes his head slightly, tears welling in his eyes. “What if… what if this is all just in… in my head? A-and that’s… that’s why El can’t find him? What if… I’m just making all this up?”

Or: In the year following the opening of Vecna's gates, Mike slowly loses Will, and Will slowly loses his mind.

Beware the tags!

let our walls cave in, another fic by @andiwriteordie (with pictures from @kidovna)

A year after the Upside Down’s destruction, Will and Mike are in what their friends like to call their “honeymoon phase.” But when a new problem arises and puts strain on their relationship, the two of them must learn what it truly means to work together as a team and to love each other well.

[light-lanterne]

took a break from writing a twisted little story and suddenly remembered the book "perfume", so i can't help but byler-fy it.

tw // mcd; graphic depictions of violence, murder and gore; obsession; mentioned cannibalism - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ☽ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - an offering, @catboy-cabin, @conanssummerchild, @cosmobrain00, @fluffyfangirl, @foodiewithdahoodie, @hyperfixationcentralsvoid, @holyvirgilscriptures, @lucasvenkman, @rotisseries, @yearninginblue. only tagging those i know who are enthusiastic about this type of story; forgive me if i've overstepped x.x

for those who don't know the story, please picture this: perfume maker mike who is incredibly sensitive to smell. he constantly creates the most intricate and delicate perfumes and he is great at it, but he soon bores of the scent of herbs, flowers and fruits and thus, he begins the quest to create something else.

something interesting and unique that's never been done before; a fragrance so wonderful no one will ever be able to resist it.

so he begins experimenting. uses the most bizarre extracts; creates some rather odd-yet-delicious odours that are hard to describe as anything other than exquisite,,, but it's not quite enough. he still finds his perfumes menial and uninteresting and no one around him seems to understand what he's searching for, so he grows more and more frustrated every day.

that is, of course, until he crosses paths with will: a pretty little artist who's come back to his hometown for inspiration and a break from the stress of the big city. an artist who mike used to know when they were children —before mike developed his bizarre senses—, who he hadn't thought much about in a long time

and for most people, there's nothing too special about will: he is rather handsome and nothing short of a true gentleman; he is kind and soft-spoken, and his art shows a remarkable talent and dexterity one wouldn't expect from someone so young.

but he is, ultimately, just a normal young man.

except,,, well, mike might've been a little infatuated with will back in the day so he's already fond of will's presence.

more than that, however, mike has a keen sense of smell and thus, he knows there's much more to will than what meets the eye. more specifically, mike knows that will's scent is the perfect aroma he'd been searching for all along and so, he must do absolutely everything in his power to bottle it up and keep it safe for the rest of eternity.

so he tries to replicate it. he mixes every oil and extract he owns and creates yet more wondrous concoctions everyone loves,,, but everything pales when compared to the original, which leaves mike with only one choice.

he kills his first victim in the middle of the night, shortly after the local bars have closed their doors for the day.

the next one perishes in the middle of the forest, their screams unheard as mike drives them deeper and deeper into the woods.

the next, mike lures into his shop under the pretence of a simple one-day summer job, the youth's blood staining the dark stone tiles where mike's been conducting his research.

over and over, mike kills people of all sizes and ages as he searches for a way to extract all their scents, each method more complex than the last, until he's finally refined his technique enough to dare try with his true target: will, who mike's spent all this time reconnecting with, becoming best friends with again, and even courting in an effort to satisfy his twisted needs.

on one hand, he wants to know exactly who he's planning to kill, becoming more and more obsessed and deranged with each passing day as his feelings for will grow.

on the other, and much higher on his list of priorities, he wants to spend as much time as possible smelling that delicious elixir he's hoping to acquire at some point.

and finally, after several months, the time's come: mike lures the unsuspecting will into his house and swiftly, with ease, stabs him to death until the gleam in those lovely olive eyes vanishes and gets replaced with a now-familiar white fogginess. then, mike proceeds to gather his supplies, all of which he cleaned and polished the previous night in preparation for this most crucial moment in his life.

and then he gets to chopping.

then, to distilling.

then, to bottling it all up.

he works efficiently and methodically as he prepares the perfume and, once his magnus opus is ready, he stares at it for a long while. just leaves the bottle there, on the table, gawking at it with as much fervour and reverence as he used to stare into will's charming hazel eyes.

once he's done just admiring what he's created, mike decides to test the cologne; sprays the tiniest bit on an illustration will had gifted him a week earlier, takes a deep breath in and smiles.

then, he walks from room to room and sprays just a little more fragrance on all fabrics and surfaces so that his house smells like will.

then, he walks over to will's carcass —which has acquired a certain different smell by now— and reinstates what once was by covering will with the mist of the pure, better version of his natural smell, so lovingly and thoroughly extracted by mike.

and last, of course, mike sprays a little perfume on himself, feeling it envelop him like a warm hug he can't escape from, all tender and lovely and absolutely perfect.

so he relishes in his success. spends the entire day breathing in the intoxicating smell and, after spraying another round of perfume on himself —the very last of it—, he steps outside his house to show the world what he's created, finding the entire population of hawkins at a town assembly arranged to discuss the recent disappearances and killings that have shaken the town to its very core.

so he steps in, bloodied hands and clothing making his nightly affairs evident to everyone in the room, crazed eyes and mad smile leaving no room for doubt about his insanity and murderous acts.

but it doesn't matter. will's enrapturing scent was too faint to be picked up by anyone but mike and his advanced sense of smell, but now that it's been distilled and concentrated, everyone is able to feel just how special it is. how delicious and mouth-watering it is.

so mike is attacked; tackled to the ground as everyone tries to get a little part of his clothes or his flesh, and it's not long before someone decides to take a bite to determine whether or not the fragrance tastes as good as it smells. and truth be told, mike can't blame them for it even as he perishes.

because, if he were amidst the ravenous crowd, he would be doing the exact same thing.

- the end -

(sorry for the unhappy ending, that's just how the book ends x.x also, i am now just realising that wanting to “wear” your "loved" one feels a lot like cannibalism as a metaphor for desire, does it not ? so in the end, this isn't anything i haven't explored before x.x)

[cosmobrain00]

doodle request !! hihi i would love to see armin (aot) in ur beautiful gorgeous style 💕🫶 stan max cosmobrain00 yall or die

breaking the "thou shalt not post aot" commandment just for u my dearest🫂🫡

og bbg just for u🫶🫶