#dnd class november

[tittysuckersworld]

pinning so its seen-

sorry for not being as mentally ill on here/posting as much art/finnishing the peices i promised- i sadly have gotten myself a life for the next few weeks and am dieging. please send curses and blights my way so i can stop existing-

[steddie-as-they-come]

Steve's pinning his polaroids up on his wall when his new roommate walks in.

Steve's immediate thought is oh, I'm gonna hate this guy.

Shaggy hair, leather jacket, rings glinting off his fingers, electric guitar slung over his back. Hot as hell, but compared to Steve's polos and perfectly coiffed hair, they could not be more different.

The guy looks like he had the same thought. His shoulders slump as he takes in Steve's appearance.

A man comes in behind his roommate, toting a suitcase full of clothes. "Oh, are you Eddie's roommate?" he says to Steve, who shakes himself out of his thoughts.

"Yes, I am." he says politely. "I'm Steve Harrington."

The man sets down the suitcase. "Wayne Munson." he offers, shaking Steve's hand. "I'm Eddie's uncle."

He nudges Eddie forward, who lets out an almost inaudible groan. "Eddie." he says snippily, shaking Steve's hand.

This'll be a fun year, Steve thinks.

They don't talk. Steve didn't think he was going to be best friends with whoever he got saddled with, but he thought they could at least be civil to each other. Their room is split down the middle. Eddie's half is absolutely covered in posters and music and cutouts of magazines. Steve's is...almost as blank as his room back home.

He misses the shitheads.

No one can ever tell them that. They'll get even more insufferable.

Once or twice, when Steve comes back from a class, he'll catch Eddie peering at Steve's pictures, but he’ll jump away before Steve can call him out on it. It's awful. Steve misses Robin.

It takes him a horribly long amount of time to stop flinching awake at every little sound. He'd stored his nailbat under his bed, out of sight of Eddie, but every time someone yells in the hallway or shouts in the room next door, Steve startles awake, already grabbing his bat. Luckily, Eddie sleeps like the dead, because Steve's not sure he'd be able to explain the weapon without breaking his NDA.

It's three A.M., early November, when there's a knock on their door. Steve isn't asleep yet, so he stands and answers it.

Eight people pile in, talking in hushed whispers. They slam into him, knocking him over.

In the middle of the hug, Steve counts his kids. It's Dustin, nestled against his side, then Lucas, El, and Will under his arm, Max draped over his back, Erica leaning into his shoulder, and Mike on the very outskirts of the group. He pulls them all in tighter, and they all yelp and squawk at him.

"Let us go, Steve!" Erica says, annoyed.

"Nope." Steve says. "You came to find me at three in the morning, you can tolerate a hug."

"Shoo, move." another voice says, and all the kids part like the sea. Robin pushes her way through the group and hugs him tightly. "I don't know how you do it." she says to Steve. "Driving all these nerds around, it's exhausting."

He buries his face in her hair. "Missed you, Robbie." he mumbles.

She leans her head against his. "Missed you too, dingus."

Steve pulls back. "You got your license!"

"I did!" Robin jingles her keys happily.

Eddie sits up, and everyone in the room freezes. "Wha's happenin'?" he slurs sleepily. Then he registers all the people in the room. "Whoa, what the fuck?"

Steve stands up, brushing himself off. "I'm sorry, man, I didn't know they were coming." He shoots a glare at the group, who looks appropriately cowed. Minus Dustin. Steve can now see whose idea this was.

Eddie swings out of bed. "No, it's- wait, are these the kids from your polaroids?"

"Yeah," Steve says. "Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Will, El, Max, Erica, and this is my best friend Robin."

"Awww, you have polaroids of us?" Max teases over his shoulder. "That's sweet."

Steve reaches behind him and tussles her hair, shoving her gently. "Shut up, shithead."

"Your room is cool." Mike says. "Not Steve's side. But this part is cool!"

Steve glares at Mike, but Eddie grins big. "Thanks! I'm Eddie Munson." He shakes Mike's hand.

"Is that a DnD poster?" Will says. "That's amazing!"

"It certainly is!" Eddie says. "I used to DM back in high school. Played a bit too."

The nerdier section of the group reacts appropriately, oohing and ahhing, while Max and Erica just roll their eyes and nudge each other.

Steve hesitates. “I know these guys don’t really do anything on Saturday afternoons, and I think they’ve been wanting to start another campaign. Would you mind if they come up, maybe every weekend, and you can…” he doesn’t know enough about DnD “…run a game for them?”

Eddie looks amused. “You mean DM a campaign?”

“Yeah, that.” It’s an olive branch that Steve’s offering.

Eddie takes it. “Well, how can I turn that down? Sheepies of the Harrington flock, how would you like to join a new campaign?”

“I’ll keep the rest of you occupied,” Steve mutters as the guys (and El) start talking excitedly. “Max, Rob, you guys wanna find the closest arcade and set some new high scores?”

“Only one person will be setting high scores.” Max says, gesturing to herself, but she looks excited at the prospect.

Steve lets Eddie and the kids talk for a couple more minutes, then claps his hands. “Okay, it is three in the morning and I have a nine A.M. class tomorrow SO! I have enough blankets for all of you to sleep on the floor if Eddie doesn’t mind-“ Eddie shrugs. “Or Rob can drive you back home.”

Steve looks around and Robin is already in his bed, cuddled up like the blanket hog she is. “Okay, well, sleepover here it is then.”

He whisks out his ungodly amount of throw blankets (courtesy of Joyce’s knitting spree) and the kids get together in their usual movie-night-at-Steve’s cuddle position.

Will’s got his head on Mike’s shoulder, Lucas next to Mike, Max leaning on Lucas, El’s head in Max’s lap and her legs thrown over Dustin’s lap, and Erica with her back against Dustin’s shoulder. Sometimes Robin and Steve are wedged into the pile somewhere, but just as often they’re tangled up under six different blankets across the room, which is why Steve whispers “Scoot over, dumbass,” as he climbs into bed next to Robin.

Eddie watches them assume their positions with an expression of what could be awe on his face. “When I saw those pictures,” he whispered, “I thought they were like your siblings? Or maybe old pictures of your friends. I didn’t think you were a soccer mom.”

Steve glares at him, but unlike earlier in the year, there’s no heat behind it. “Hope you like coparenting then, because these guys need to be watched 24/7 or they’ll run off and start the apocalypse.”

Eddie laughs like it’s a joke. To him it is. He hops back into bed. “Goodnight, weird little family.”

The kids murmur a collective sleepy goodnight, and Steve shuts his eyes.

It’s the most relaxed he’s felt since he moved in.

part two!

[stevie-petey]

episode one: the vanishing of will byers

Steve nods, as if you almost getting hit by his car makes perfect sense to him. When you walk over to your bike and inspect it for any damage, he follows after you.  “So,” he whistles, trying to pretend that this is all a completely normal occurrence. “You, uh, need a ride?” Honestly you don’t know why you’re surprised he hasn’t noticed the clear signs of you crying, your swollen eyes and red nose. Not only is he a boy, but he’s also Steve Harrington. It’s a miracle he even stopped to make sure you weren’t dead.

summary: jonathan smuggles you free food in exchange for friendship, will goes missing the one time you listen to jonathan, hopper doesn't really like you, and steve harrington almost hits you with his car as you're sobbing like a damn baby (in a cool way).

rating: general, although there's plenty of cursing and slight innuendos, so fair warning.

warnings: cursing, fem!reader, and use of y/n.

words: 7k

before you swing in: hello ! this is the first chapter of my come home series, where i plan on rewriting the entirety of stranger things because i really love a good rewrite fic and this is me just indulging in my ideal fic fantasies tbh. before we start: this is a steve x reader fic, however there will be some slight feelings between the reader and jonathan, but it doesn't at all get in the way of steve and honestly just adds to the angst because i love a good tragedy. also, reader is dustin's older sister, but i tried to write her as neutral as possible in terms of physical features, so let's all just play along. that is all ! i'm very excited for this series and i hope y'all enjoy her as much as i do :)

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November 6th, 1983

Your shift at Bookstrordinary ends at 8:30 tonight, so as soon as you’ve organized all the books within the store and cashed out the last customer, you say goodnight to your boss, Mrs. Waters, and clock out. Today had been a longer shift, and it didn’t help that you had to deal with a particularly eager bookclub mother who insisted that you had the latest copy of some obscure novel that she needed for her club. After several attempts to inform her that no, you really didn’t have some novel about a cowboy falling in love with a rodeo girl from Michigan, nor would you ever want to read that, the mother angrily walked away. 

You’re happy to finally be free from work though, excited to see Jonathan to tell him about the book club mom because you know he gets a kick out of those suburban middle class mothers that terrorize Hawkins. He works across from you, at The Hawk theater, and it’s one of your favorite things about the bookstore. Besides getting to be surrounded by books all day and reading Spider-Man, you get to be across the street from your best friend and share frequent breaks together. 

A bell signifies your arrival at the theater, alerting Jonathan to look up from the concession stand and smile at you. He looks tired, which you can understand. It’s been a particularly long school year so far with Jonathan having to work more shifts than usual to support his family. 

“Welcome to The Hawk, can I interest you in our specialty popcorn and candy corn mixture?”

You make a face, “No, thanks. Candy corn freaks me out.” 

Jonathan laughs, knowing you’d say that. It’s been a running joke between the two of you for as long as you can remember. You’re not picky with most foods, but candy corn? The bane of your existence. “Tough crowd, then.” 

You laugh as well, now standing in front of the counter, and you learn against it so that you’re in Jonathan’s space. After being friends for so long, personal space doesn’t exist between the two of you. You’re the only person that Jonathan lets get this close to him on a regular basis, which you’re secretly proud of. 

“So, you almost done so we can pick up our idiotic brothers?” Tonight, as usual, Will and Dustin are at Mike’s house playing DnD. They’d biked over as soon as school let out, while Jonathan drove you to work, so he was your ride back for the night. 

He shakes his head at you, wincing, “I picked up an extra shift tonight. Stacy called out sick, and it’s good money…”

You nod in understanding. He doesn’t have to explain himself to you, which he’s always relieved by. 

“It’s okay. Is my bike still in your trunk?” 

“Yeah, I can get it out for you since I’m kind of ditching you tonight.” 

You wave him off, already reaching across the counter to grab his keys from his coat pocket. “No need, I’ll get it out myself so you don’t get in trouble with your boss.” Jonathan’s boss is an older guy, extra scary. “I’m assuming that I’m taking Will home tonight?” 

“It’ll be late by the time you get the boys, and you’ll have Dustin. We only live a couple blocks apart, you can just bike with Will until you get to your street.”

“Are you sure? I know he’s scared of the dark.” 

“It’s fine, Y/N. You’re already doing enough being there for most of the ride; I’m sure Will can survive the last five minutes alone.” 

You give Jonathan an unsure look, but you don’t argue with him. He’s his brother, he knows Will’s capabilities, and it’s an unspoken fact that you baby Will a bit too much. He’s just so much tinier than the other boys, softer in a way that you want to protect. He’s special. 

Jonathan sneaks you a large peach lemonade and hot dog from the concession stand when you return with his keys. You’ve parked your bike up front, and you accept the food gratefully. You hadn’t had time to eat your usual dinner during your break due to the bookclub mother fiasco, so you inhale the food quickly and give his hair a ruffle. 

“You’re a lifesaver, bee.” 

Jonathan lightly hits your hand away from his hair. “Consider it your payment for dealing with Will and Dustin on your own tonight, bug.” 

Bee and bug were the names the two of you had given each other years ago. Jonathan had started it with bug, stemming from the fact that you love Spider-Man so much, and you had struggled to come up with your own nickname for him. Then it came to you: bee, or B, for Byers. It was perfect, and you’re still incredibly proud of yourself for the creativity, honestly. 

After your quick dinner, you say goodbye to your friend and head off. It’s late now, nearing 9, and you hope that Mrs. Wheeler and your own mom won’t be too upset with you for being late for pick up. You know they prefer to have the boys in bed by a decent hour, but in your defense, Jonathan did skip out on you.

You arrive at the Wheeler’s in a short amount of time and knock on the door. Your cheeks are flushed from the early November cold, and you’re regretting that you only put on a thin sweater and jeans this morning.

Mike answers the door, giving you a dirty look. “Did you have to come early?”

“I’m actually later than usual,” you sidestep him, making your way into his house; you’ve become used to Mike’s attitude. “I take it the campaign is still ongoing?”

“See, mom? Even Y/N understands how long a good campaign can go on for!” Mike waves his arms at you, as if to signify to his mother the importance of your understanding. 

Mrs. Wheeler ignores her son to greet you kindly, albeit a bit exasperated. “Hello, Y/N, please come in.” Then she turns to Mike, giving him a stern look. “Mike, why don’t you tell Y/N how you boys have been playing for ten hours? I’m sure she’ll be understanding then.” 

“You guys have been playing for ten hours?”

Mike looks down in embarrassment for a second before turning to his father for help. You laugh a bit at his enthusiasm and see a faint smile on his mom’s face as well. Quietly you excuse yourself to go downstairs to find the other boys, and Mrs. Wheeler wishes you luck. 

Everyone always acts like the boys are some giant pain; truthfully, you enjoy them. Sure, they can be a handful, but they’re just kids; it’s hard for you to ever stay mad at them. Plus they like you, so it makes dealing with them easier. 

Lucas, Dustin, and Will are running around the basement when you get down there, frantically searching for something. You hear Lucas inform Will that if Mike doesn’t see something, then it doesn’t count. The urgence in his voice amuses you; you’ll never fully wrap your head around why they take DnD so seriously, but you love that they can enjoy it with each other. 

Dustin is the first to see you. “Y/N!”

The other boy’s heads turn to you and they greet you with enthusiasm as well. Will rushes towards you for a hug, which you gladly accept. When you break apart, Lucas gives you a high five and asks about a comic you’ve put on hold for him at the store. 

“Any luck?”

“Sorry, Sinclair. It’s still sold out, but the second it’s restocked I’ll smuggle one for you.” 

“Sick!” 

Dustin walks over, now in his coat and holding a pizza box. “Want a slice?” 

You decline, informing him that Jonathan snuck some food for you. At the mention of his brother’s name, Will asks where he is. You tell him that Jonathan had to cover a shift and that you’ll be taking him most of the way home tonight. 

As you all make your way upstairs, you notice that Dustin continues up to the second floor. Lucas notices too, and the two of you share a knowing look. 

“Still have a crush on Nancy?” You ask, already knowing the answer. 

“Yup.” Lucas responds, smiling in disappointment. 

You wait for your brother outside, helping Will with his coat and listen to Mike’s rambling about the campaign. Lucas is already on his bike, ready to go. 

“There’s something wrong with your sister.” Dustin declares when he finally returns.

Mike looks at you, then at your brother, confused. “What are you talking about?” 

“She’s got a stick up her butt.” 

“Dustin!” You berate. Nancy isn’t your favorite person, but she’s always been nice to you the few times you’ve interacted. You guys used to be closer when you were younger, but high school has a way of distancing people.

“Yeah,” Lucas now speaks up. “It’s because she’s been dating that douchebag, Steve Harrington.” How the hell does Lucas even know about that? You didn’t even know about that until just now. 

“Lucas! Language!” 

“Yeah, she’s been turning into a real jerk.”

“Dustin, I swear to God-” 

The boys ignore you, which you’re honestly not surprised by. While they may like you, that doesn't mean that they listen to you. On a good day they maybe listen to you 25% of the time, but tonight was clearly not a good night. 

Mike finally cuts in, “She’s always been a real jerk.”

“Hey, she’s your sister. Give her some credit-”

Dustin is now the one who cuts you off. “Nuh-uh, only you get the sister leniency, Y/N. Nancy used to be cool, now she isn’t.” 

“Remember that time she dressed up as an elf for our Elder tree campaign?” Lucas asks, almost reminiscent. 

You shudder at the way he says it, and you shudder more when you see the dreamy look in your brother’s eyes. “Yeah, I remember…” 

“Gross,” you huff at your brother, now hopping on your own bike. 

Lucas and Dustin begin to pedal away, and you call after them to wait up. Will is still with Mike, and you promised Jonathan you’d get him home. You give the boys a bit of space, waiting a few paces ahead. Will has always been shy around Mike, something that you’ve tried not looking into too much, but to be safe you give them some privacy. 

Faintly, you hear Will say, “The Demogorgon, it got me.” 

Lights flicker a bit, but you’re too focused on the slight unease you feel by Will’s words. Before you can think too much about them, he joins you. “Race you up to Lucas and Dustin?”

“You’re on,” you tell him. 

Will beats you to the boys (which you let him do), and you’re out of breath. The four of you bike in silence for a bit until you reach Lucas’s turn into his neighborhood. 

“Good night, ladies.” He says, and you don’t need to be a psychic to know what your brother’s response is going to be.

“Kiss your mom ‘night for me.” Bless him.

You and Will giggle together, and Dustin smirks at the two of you, proud. He sits in the praise for a few moments before challenging you and Will to race home with the promise of a comic for whoever wins. 

“I call last year’s Black Cat issue of Spider-man!” You call out, already biking away from the boys. 

“We didn’t say go!”

Dustin and Will call after you as they try to catch up, and within a few seconds the three of you are speeding down the hill towards your home. You laugh gleefully, enjoying the way the wind whips through your hair and the way Dustin, though annoyed by your early start, laughs alongside you with Will. 

Somehow Will is the one who wins the race, which you’re impressed by. He may be small, but he’s surprisingly good at winning when it comes to a competition. Dustin shouts at Will that he’ll kill him, which makes you send a warning look at him. 

“I’ll take your X-Men 134!” Will retaliates, still flying through the street. 

You and Dustin are now stopped at your mailbox and you take a moment to catch your breath before shouting at Will, “Be careful, please! Stay safe!”

“I’ll be fine, I promise!” Will’s voice is distant, now a few yards away, and you stand outside for a few more seconds to watch his figure disappear into the night. Dustin has already gone inside but you wait to follow, only going inside when you can no longer see Will, hopefully home safe and sound. You feel fear creep upon you, but you chalk it up to your usual worry when it comes to the boy. 

He’ll be okay, Jonathan should be home within the hour. 

– 

The next morning you’re frantically biking to school, pissed off at Jonathan. He’s your ride every morning, or everywhere, really, and for the second time in 24 hours he’s bailed on you. Dustin left for school ages ago on his bike, so you’re thankful he doesn’t see you embarrassingly sweaty and gross as you race to school. 

It’s not that you’re pissed that Jonathan bailed again, you’re pissed because he didn’t even have the nerve to call you ahead of time to warn you. Now you have only ten minutes before the first bell rings, and your sweater clings to you uncomfortably as you sweat. 

You make it to school with a few minutes to spare, so you quickly make your way over to your locker to grab the necessary books for the day. You’re still sweaty, and you don’t want to even think about what your hair looks like right now. You look down the hall towards Jonathan’s locker, still not seeing him, and you begin to worry a bit. Maybe he overslept after last night’s shift? 

A body crashes into yours, sending your notebooks spiraling to the ground. Steve Harrington looks at you sheepishly, only saying a small “whoops!” before continuing his fast pace towards the girl’s bathroom. You scoff, now even more annoyed with your entire morning, picking up your stuff as you see Nancy enter the same bathroom a few moments later. 

“In a public school bathroom?” You mutter in disgust, collecting the last of your things and heading to class. 

You decide to give Jonathan until second period, sophomore English which the two of you share, before you freak out. You know you have a problem with over worrying about the people you love, so you try to calm yourself down. While Jonathan has never been the type to cancel without at least calling first, you reason with yourself that everyone has a bad morning. He simply slept in too late. When he wakes up, he’ll come to school and he’ll be sitting in the seat next to you in English. 

Except Jonathan isn’t in the seat next to yours when you enter the classroom an hour later. Now you officially let yourself begin to worry. Something about this doesn’t feel right. 

You’ve never skipped class before, school has always been important to you. You’re the top of your class with hopes of running away from Hawkins with Jonathan to a big city with an even bigger university. However, you don’t even hesitate to flee the classroom and find the nearest phone in the school to call the Byers’ residence. 

Jonathan answers after a few rings, and the words that leave his lips change your life forever. “Will is missing.”

You feel all the air in your lungs be knocked out of you. You can’t breathe and you sway a bit as your knees threaten to give out. This isn’t real, this can’t be happening. 

“What?”

“Will, he-he’s gone, Y/N. We can’t find him and-” 

You don’t hear whatever else Jonathan says. You struggle to get air back in your lungs. Will isn’t missing, you just saw him last night. Mere hours ago Will laughed next to you, face alive with joy, he hugged you and joked along with you. 

“He didn’t come home last night-”

“He didn’t come home?” Jonathan’s words catch your attention and you feel bile rise in your throat. Will didn’t make it home last night. You were the last one to see him, and the realization crushes you; it’s all your fault. 

“Mom and I just searched the woods, and there’s no sign of him and-” Jonathan is rambling now, his own fear and despair clear in his voice. 

“Jonathan,” you force his name out, now needing to be there for your best friend. You can worry for Will in your own time, right now Jonathan needs you. “I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.” 

“Y/N, you don’t-”

You hang up before Jonathan can argue with you and stumble towards the exit. Your limbs feel heavier than normal, and your ears are ringing. Will is missing. He’s so small, he’s scared of the dark… You left him alone in the dark. 

The bike ride to the Byers home is a blur. You don’t remember much, your body going on autopilot the second you hopped on your bike. You’re running on pure fear and adrenaline right now, too worried for your boys to focus on anything else. 

You don’t bother to knock when you arrive, instead you let yourself in. Joyce is on the phone, arguing with some woman named Cynthia. Your eyes find Jonathan’s, who is sitting on the couch hunched over something. You walk over to him and sit down beside him and your stomach lurches when you see the words “have you seen me?” he’s so neatly printed out on a piece of paper.

“Bee…” you exhale, voice cracking a bit. 

Jonathan doesn’t say anything, but you know him as well as you know yourself. He doesn’t want comforting words right now. You take his hand into yours and lean your head against his shoulder. Worry has made his muscles tense, but you feel him relax into you a bit as he rests his own head against yours. The two of you sit like that for a moment, taking in the comfort you bring each other. 

“Bitch!” Joyce slams the phone down, causing you and Jonathan to jump apart. 

“Mom,”

“What?” Joyce is a mixture of both rage and anxiety, and you feel awful looking at her. Her son is missing, you can’t imagine what she must be feeling right now.

“You have to stay calm.” Jonathan tells her, his voice firm but kind. You know it’s taking everything in him to be as stable as he is right now; he’s putting on a front for his worried mother. You squeeze his hand, hoping it conveys the support and love that you need it to.

He squeezes back, and you see Joyce finally recognize that you’re there as well. She sends you a weak wave, which you return, before she goes back to dialing and trying to reach Lonnie. Jonathan gives your hand one last squeeze and lets go, now returning back to the posters. You immediately understand that he’s doing this to distract himself, so you do the same and wordlessly help him.

You begin writing your own “have you seen me?” when Joyce once again slams her phone down. The sound makes you flinch, inadvertently messing up your writing, which you sigh at. Before you can ask Jonathan for another piece of paper, you hear a car pull up. 

Jonathan stands up to investigate, alerting his mom that the cops are here. You follow after them outside, your heart dropping when you see Will’s bike in the Chief’s hand. He ushers everyone inside, informing Joyce that he found the bike lying in the road.

“How far was it from the house?” You ask, your voice frail. 

The Chief looks at you, his nametag informs you that his name is Hopper, and raises his eyebrows. “And can I know who is asking?” 

You clear your throat, nervous under his scrutinizing gaze. “I’m Y/N Henderson. I’m close with the Byers, I biked with Will home,” your voice catches in your throat, snagging onto the guilt that has been clawing at you ever since you found out Will was missing. You clear your throat again, determined to continue. “I was with him last night. My brother and I live right off Mirkwood, a few blocks from here. He only had a few more minutes before he would’ve been home.” 

Hopper stares at you. “Mirkwood?”

“It’s where-”

“Yeah, those moron kids explained it to me. I just didn’t think someone your age would call the street that, too.” Then, as an afterthought, Hopper adds, “The bike was found a block from here.”

His words sting, but you ignore it. If the bike was found only a block from the Byers’ home, then that means that something had to have happened to Will only minutes after you last saw him. You feel the familiar churning in your stomach, wracked with guilt. 

“Did it have any blood on it?” Joyce now asks, and you’re thankful she’s taken the attention off of you. 

Jonathan sees your distress and grabs your sweater so that you fall back a bit from the cops and Joyce. “Do you need a minute?”

You can only nod, afraid that if you open your mouth you’ll either cry or throw up. He gently guides you to his room, closing the door. Once you’re alone, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you in tight. You’re shaking harder than ever now, Will’s happy and shining face from last night keeps flashing through your mind. 

You were the last one who ever saw him.

You’re the one who was last responsible for him. 

You.

“It’s not your fault,” Jonathan whispers, his voice muffled by your hair. You’ve always loved how you fit perfectly in his arms, your height difference being just enough that he always rests his chin against your head when he hugs you. 

“I’m the last person who saw him.”

“Y/N, I was the one who asked you to only bike him halfway-”

“No,” your voice comes out louder than you intend it to, and you push Jonathan away. He lets out a confused noise as you grapple at him, forcing him to look directly at you. “I should’ve been with him, Jonathan. It’s your job to support your family, and it’s my job to help you. I have to… I have to be the one who helps you.” 

You’ve always been fascinated by psychology, and you remember reading in one of the journals about codependency; the term was used in relation to addiction, specifically alcoholism, but it had caught your interest. To love someone to the extent that their actions make you feel responsible for them, to selflessly take on their burdens to a debilitating extent, well, it reminded you of your relationship with Jonathan. 

You’ve always taken on whatever Jonathan has had to deal with, ever since you were kids, and it’s always come so naturally to you. He’s never asked you to, and sometimes the extent to which you carry his weight angers him, but it’s how you love.

It’s who you are. You’re always the one who helps, it’s what you need to be able to do. If you can’t help the ones you love the most, then what good is your love for them?

Jonathan may not know about codependency, but he knows how hard you love those closest to you. “Bug, listen to me.” He grabs your face, almost aggressively, in order to cut off your rambling. “My mom, she-she’s already spiraling and I can’t… I need you. I need you to be here, with me, right now. If I lose you too, then I-I don’t know what I’ll do.”

His words cut through you like glass. He’s right, you know he’s right, and you feel another wave of guilt wash over you. This guilt is different from the guilt surrounding Will. This is mixed with shame for allowing yourself to spiral so far and forcing Jonathan to take care of you. Joyce is clearly unwell, you can’t fathom how much he’s had to deal with today. 

You gently remove Jonathan’s hands from your face and take a step back. If you’re going to help him, you need to collect yourself. From here on out, you have to be a wall for him to lean on, a shoulder to cry on, someone who will listen to him. 

“I’m sorry.” 

Jonathan shrugs at you, now allowing a hesitant smile to cross his face. “If it makes you feel any better, it took a lot less pleading to get through to you. I’m still working on my mom.” 

The joke is foul, one that should make you feel even worse than you already do, because what sixteen year old has to plead with their mother to remind her that he’s there, too? The joke is horrible, and it’s exactly what you need to find yourself laughing, and Jonathan joins. 

Codependency can be a bitch, but Jonathan understands you in ways that no one else can. 

“You think the cops are gone?” You ask, wiping away the remaining tears. 

Jonathan listens for any sign of them and shakes his head. “No, I think we’re all clear.”

He walks out the room first and you follow after him. Joyce is standing in the kitchen, staring at the counter with a far off look in her eyes. You and Jonathan look at each other and you motion for him to go talk to her. He nods, and then you motion to the living room to indicate that you’ll continue working on the missing posters. 

Carefully writing on the posters soothes you, in a way. It’s rhythmic, providing a sense of lull that you readily embrace. You faintly hear Jonathan talking with his mother, then you watch as he leads her to her bedroom and shuts the door. When he returns he sits next to you on the couch and begins to work on the posters as well. No words are needed. 

You work on the posters in silence for a few hours until it nears 3pm. Dustin will be getting out of school soon, and you have to be there for him when he’s home. While Will may be Jonathan’s brother, he’s also your brother’s best friend. You get up and head into the kitchen, long familiar now with its layout and usual contents within the fridge, and quickly prepare the ingredients for spaghetti. It’s a simple meal, but Jonathan and Joyce need to eat. Once it’s all laid out, you return to the living room and tap on your friend’s shoulder. 

“Hey, I have to head out now to check on Dustin, but I just put a pot of water on the stove along with some noodles on the counter. I also cut up some vegetables and put them in the fridge for the sauce. Start the meal whenever, I laid everything out for you.”

“Thank you, really,” Jonathan exhales, relief evident on his face. He hadn’t even thought about dinner, which you figured he wouldn’t. 

You bend down to kiss the top of his head. “Anytime, bee. I’ll call you tonight, okay?”

“Okay,” 

“Just…” you linger at the door, not fully wanting to leave him all by himself. “Be careful, please.” 

“Go, Y/N. I’ll be fine, I promise.” Jonathan reassures you.

“I’ll be fine, I promise!” Will’s voice is distant, now a few yards away, and you stand outside for a few more seconds to watch his figure disappear into the night.

It’s brief, but the flashback punches you in the gut. You close your eyes, holding onto the image of Will’s face in the moonlight last night, and when it fades you take a deep breath and force yourself to leave. 

The second you’re on your bike, pedaling away from the house, you let the sobs that have wracked against your throat all day out. It’s messy, the tears coming down your face faster than you can wipe them away. All the fear you’ve felt is now able to freely come out. It’s not the safest way to bike home, but you know that if you hold the tears in any longer you’ll collapse. You do your best to still be alert, but apparently you fail because a BMW honks at you to avoid you hitting it. 

“Fuck!” You yank your bike to the right, having no idea that you had been on the left side of the road, and topple over. The fall isn’t anything bad, but it definitely is your final straw for the day. You lay in the ditch you’ve landed in, staring at the November sky, and let the pain from your skinned knee serve as something to ground you to reality. 

“Holy shit, did I hit you?” 

Steve Harrington stands over you, a horrified look in his eyes. 

“Unfortunately not, otherwise I’d be able to sue you and get money out of it.” 

“Uh… okay?” He offers you his hand, although still very confused. “You didn’t like, happen to hit your head or anything, right?” 

You accept his help, albeit mostly because you have to, and brush yourself off when you’re up. “I’m fine. I just wasn’t paying attention, sorry.” 

Steve nods, as if you almost getting hit by his car makes perfect sense to him. When you walk over to your bike and inspect it for any damage, he follows after you. 

“So,” he whistles, trying to pretend that this is all a completely normal occurrence. “You, uh, need a ride?”

Honestly you don’t know why you’re surprised he hasn’t noticed the clear signs of you crying, your swollen eyes and red nose. Not only is he a boy, but he’s also Steve Harrington. It’s a miracle he even stopped to make sure you weren’t dead. 

“No,” you say, now repositioning your backpack so that you can get back on your bike. “Thanks anyways, Harrington.” 

Steve continues to follow you, even after you’ve started to pedal away. “You’re welcome, random girl I almost hit!”

You’re a bit further now, and you still feel like utter shit, but his words somehow make you laugh a bit. For a brief moment, you forget about everything, so you call behind, “It’s Henderson!” 

“That’s an odd first name!” The boy shouts after you, still following from a distance. 

“Y/N Henderson!” You’re fully yelling now, a good yard away, but you can tell that Steve hears you based on the way he begins to wave eagerly, finally stopping next to his car. Faintly you understand the boyish charm that makes him so loved by all the girls in the school; you understand why Nancy Wheeler has fallen for him.

“Bye, Y/N!” It’s faint, but you swear you can hear a smile in his voice.  

The good mood that Steve Harrington inexplicably puts you in vanishes when you near your house. Nothing has changed, yet it feels as if something has shifted. Will had been here only hours ago. You spot Dustin’s bike laying on the grass, haphazardly thrown as usual. 

Dustin is just taking off his coat when you enter, immediately running over to him to pull him into a bone crushing hug. 

“Y/N!” he squeaks in surprise. 

“Are you okay?” You know you’re squeezing your brother harder than you need to, but God. He’s safe, in your arms, and you’ve now learned that not everyone can say the same about their own loved ones. 

Dustin wiggles a bit, trying to break away from the hug, but you only pull him in tighter. “Geesh, no one died.” 

Normally you’d berate him, but you embrace his snarky comments. They’re what make Dustin so unique, his humor one of your favorite parts of him

When you don’t respond, Dustin stops wiggling around and finally accepts the situation. “I love ya too, sis.” 

You giggle a bit, now pulling away. “At least mom isn’t home right now. The minute she hears about what’s happened, we’ll be on lockdown.”

Dustin’s eyes widen. “Shit, you’re right.” 

“Lan-”

“Language, I know.”

You ruffle his hair, now feeling a bit better. Dustin is still Dustin, so maybe everything will be okay. You and your brother go into the kitchen for your post school snack, and you call your boss to inform her that you can’t make it to your shift. The words “family emergency” catch in your throat a bit, and Mrs. Waters is kind enough not to push it.

Dustin catches you up on his day, informing you about Hopper questioning him and the other boys. 

You scrunch your nose at that. “Is that even legal?”

“Unsure, but it was awesome.”

“Will went missing, Dustin. It isn’t ‘awesome’.”

Dustin tilts his head at you. “Well, I bet Will is going to have a blast hearing everything when we find him.” 

His words are so matter of fact, as if he already knows that Will will be found after all. His naivety worries you a bit, but you also can’t help but indulge in his hope as well. Then you think about what he’s just said. “Wait, who’s ‘we’?”

Your brother pretends he can't hear you, miming at his ears. “Dustin-”

“What?”

“Dustin, you and the boys can’t just-”

“I can’t hear you!” He’s running to his room now with you quick behind his heels. 

“Dustin, I swear to God-”

“I gotta do homework, Y/N, bye!” He slams the door in your face. 

You sigh. There’s no getting through to him, years of being Dustin’s older sister has taught you that, so you go into your room instead. You might as well get started on the assignments you missed today, and you have a huge chem test tomorrow, so you’ll focus on that and keep an ear out for Dustin. Whatever he’s planning with the boys, you won’t let them do it alone. 

After a couple hours of silence from Dustin’s room, you decide to call Jonathan. The line rings for a while with no answer, and eventually you give up. It makes sense that he’s not answering, he’s had a long day. You hope he’s asleep, but you know him better than that. He’s probably holed up in his room, trying to distract himself like you are right now. 

A loud thud from Dustin’s room breaks you from your thoughts. Then you hear a quiet “shhh!” that sounds suspiciously like Lucas, and you immediately throw on your shoes and a jacket and march outside. 

Dustin is halfway out of his window when you arrive, and Mike and Lucas stare at you, caught red handed. 

“Guys, I think she can hear us.” Your brother says, breaking the silence. Mike scoffs at him and Lucas groans. 

You eye the three of them, unamused. “Your best friend just went missing, what the hell are you guys doing out here so late and alone?”

Dustin awkwardly finishes his descent down, finally landing on his feet with a thud. He secures his hat back on his head and goes to grab his bike. You block his path. 

“I’m serious, one of you needs to start talking, now.” 

Lucas and Dustin look at Mike, who is their unofficial leader of the gang, and he huffs. “Look, Y/N, I like you-”

“How thrilling.” You say, voice monotone. 

The boy ignores you and continues to talk. “But Will is missing, and we aren’t just going to sit around and wait. He’s our friend, we have to do something.” 

You open your mouth to speak, but Lucas interrupts you. “You’re definitely our favorite sister in the group, so you’d be even cooler if you let us go.” 

Again, you try to respond, but this time Dustin beats you to it. “Yeah, you’re like, totally cool already. If you pretend that you never saw us, that’d be great.” 

“Guys-”

“And don’t give us a whole lecture about safety. That’s all bull.” Mike says. 

“Boys!” You scream. They all fall silent, not used to you ever raising your voice at them. You’ve only ever yelled at them once or twice, preferring to be the “cool” sister whenever you can, but right now they’re seriously pissing you off. 

“Let me speak.” When no one says anything, you continue. “I’m not going to stop you guys from looking for Will. In fact, I support it-”

“You do?”

You shoot Mike a death glare, which promptly shuts him up. “Yes, I do. However, I’m not letting you guys go alone.” 

The boys all groan at this, acting as if it’s the worst thing in the world to have you tag along with them. You ignore their complaining and head over to where your bike sits against the porch. You zip up your coat, the chill from the night making you shiver a bit. 

“No arguing, or I’ll call all your moms. Ours included, Dustin.”

“Why me?”

“Look, guys. I’m proud of you for stepping up, but I’m coming with. The last time I let one of you boys go off into the woods alone…” 

The boys shift uncomfortably now, realizing how heavy the guilt weighs upon you. After a few beats of silence, Mike finally gives in. 

“Fine,” he says, pointing a finger at you. “But the second you start to freak out, you’re gone.” 

You salute Mike, hopping on your bike as you all begin to bike away. The ride doesn’t take long, since you live just off of where Will was last seen. Thunder rumbles when you all approach the crime scene, and you shudder a bit. 

“It’s going to rain, guys.” You inform them. 

Dustin looks up at the sky with uncertainty. “I think maybe we should go back.”

Mike is quick to shut down the idea, urging the others to keep going. You admire his loyalty to Will, and you figure it’s why the two of you butt heads so often. Out of the entire group, you’re the most similar to him. 

Lucas and Mike go under the caution tape first, and Dustin hangs back. You place a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “We can go back, you know.” 

He clenches his jaw, jutting his chin out a bit. “No, Will needs us.”

Your brother puffs out his chest and follows after his friends, leaving you to take up the rear. More thunder rumbles and the rain begins to come down. You flip your hood up, thankful you remembered to grab a hoodie when leaving. 

Mike guides the way with his flashlight, then Lucas, then Dustin, then you in the back. You make sure to keep your eyes on the three boys, scared that the second you look away they’ll be gone. The woods have always creeped you out, but you push your fear down to keep them safe. 

“Will!” Mike calls out, the rain now pouring down on you guys. 

“Byers!” 

“Will, little bee!” You call out as well. He never liked when you called him that in front of the others, but tonight was an exception. 

“I’ve got your X-Men 134!” Your brother bribes, unintentionally making you laugh a bit. If Will is nearby, he’ll surely come out to claim his prize. 

Your foot catches on a tree log, and you slip in the mud before just barely managing to catch yourself. It’s getting hard to see given how dark it is and the rain surrounding you. Dustin voices his concerns, only to be called a baby, and you bite your tongue. If you defend him, he’ll only look more like a baby to his friends. 

“I’m just being realistic!” He retaliates, which you commend him for. 

“Dustin’s right, guys. It’s getting really bad out here. We’re surrounded by a ton of trees, don’t they attract lightning?” You ask, now paranoid that you’ll be struck down any second. 

“You guys are being sissies.” Lucas taunts, annoyed as well. 

You try to argue, but Dustin voices a thought that’s been at the back of your mind. “Did you ever think Will went missing because he ran into something bad?”

You think back to how Hopper seemed worried when he investigated the Byers home. From what you can recall, he suspected that Will had been running away from something, explaining why he’d abandon his bike.

“And now we’re going to the exact same spot where he was last seen, and we have no weapons or anything?”

Maybe Dustin’s right. This definitely wasn’t your best idea, and you’re regretting letting them follow through with their plan. For someone who claims to want to keep their loved ones safe, you really suck at it. 

“Dustin, shut up.” Mike voices, though he now looks a bit concerned as well. 

“He’s right, Mike.” You speak up, stumbling a bit in more mud. Your shoes are definitely ruined, now. “I was at Jonathan’s when Hopper showed up, he thinks Will was running from something.” 

The boys go quiet now, and when you’re about to suggest going home, you hear rustling in the bushes. 

“Did you guys hear that?” Mike asks. 

Your heart stops as the rustling continues and you all start to twist and turn, looking for the source of the sound. The rustling gets louder, almost as if it’s getting closer, and you tighten your hand around your flashlight, ready to use it as a weapon just in case. 

Then, the light flashes upon a little girl, drenched in an oversized yellow shirt, shivering. Her head is shaved, but her small stature suggests to you that she is indeed a girl. You all stare at her, no one saying a thing. She stares back, a terrified look on her face that breaks your heart. 

“Holy shit,” you whisper. 

Her eyes land on you; something about her reminds you of Will, and  you know that nothing will be the same again.

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[batfambrainrotbeloved]

Batfam quotes as quotes from my dnd group (part 3) (also including some from my homeland security class because it fits)

Bruce:"Whatever helps you sleep at night" Jason:"I sleep just fine- I have no guilty concensus" Tim:“Is a skateboard considered technology”? Duke:“You are victim blaming rn” Damian:“I am because it's the victim's fault”

Steph:“Not to kink shame- but I felt shame” Dick:“I don't wear socks from April to November” Duke:“As like a rule”? Kon:“Fireball-” Tim:“Actually,Lightning ball-” Bart + Cassie, in unison:“Alleged ball” Jason:“So obviously people have feet fetishes- but I have a foot phobia, they don't belong on a body” Damian:“Did you know every winter they kick all the drones out to freeze to death” Steph:“That's so valid- girlboss moment” Jason:"I'm sorry but if that makes you a white supremacists, you gotta stop the weed"

Steph:“What do you have against sharks”? Cass:“I think we're in mutual competition” Tim:“...Care to elaborate”? Cass:“Well were winning- humankind verse sharks” Steph:“OH I thought you meant You vs the sharks” Dick:“I'll allow you to talk- or I will accept an answer in the form of interpretive dance”

[chodoyodes]

Remember that outfit swap you did for Nine and Eleven back in November? (well I did)

How would their respective companions react to their new looks?

Also, what is your favorite class to play in DnD?

I do remember the post in question

Here are the reactions I cooked up haha

As for my fav dnd class, it’s gotta be warlock, I have a current warlock character who is STUPIDLY min maxed and powerful but he’s only 16, super fun time

He’s recently sold his soul to his patron though so that’s not great

[not-your-average-highschool-au]

Side characters

When I said “I would be putting in random Thomas Sanders” characters into this au, I absolutely meant it-

I haven’t made finished, postable art of them yet just but here’s some (not all cause I kinda love them all) of my favorites that I might as well share cause what the heck else is this blog for lol:

The Mean Months

The mean months from that one Thomas short from a while back are Virgil’s friend group. While I plan to make 12 characters to represent each month, the most important ones are December, November, and October (really, December is the most important but as we all know, those are an iconic trio). December (aka Chris; he/him) is the leader of this friend group and kinda Virgil’s best friend at the start. October (Octavia; she/her) and November (Thea; she/her) are typically close behind Chris.

Roman (+fam) from Roleslaying with Roman

(You can thank my best friend for this storyline. Love ya bestie; you are a genius).

Roman of Reston (he/him) is a new student as the boys’ highschool. He’s just transferred from “Reston Highschool” and while he’s a new student, he’s pretty open to making new friends. Logan gets along with him pretty well considering the two of them are both geeky (Roman of Reston is a huge dnd nerd and is trying to put together a club). Sanders Sides Roman, however, does not like him in a similar way to how he doesn’t like Virgil (he also might be a bit jealous that Logan and him seem to get along pretty well, even though the pair only hang out sometimes at school when the opportunity arises).

Also, I’ve decided that Ryker (he/him) shall be the high school’s new gym teacher cause the idea of RWR Roman being in his class and saying “hi dad! :D” in the middle of Ryker’s lecture or something is really wholesome and in character to me.

Dragon Witch

The Dragon Witch character (named Danika Wayne; she/her) shows up later on in the story. Technically when this highschool au no longer takes place in highschool. She owns and works at a tattoo parlor called “The Dragon’s Cove”. I won’t say too much about her just yet but for right now, I will say that she’s pretty important to Remus and Janus’s storylines (mostly Remus though).

Sleep “Remy”

Remy Rocco (he/they but doesn’t mind how he’s referred to) is a famous actor in this au. While they’re mainly known for their roles in movies, they also are pretty open about their self expression. Remy doesn’t care about sticking to gender norms in any way and he will proudly talk about it. While they don’t outright interact with other characters, their presence in the storyline is extremely important for a certain someone’s character development.

I think this is all I’ll share for now. There are TONS of other side characters I adore but this gives you an idea of what I mean by Thomas Sanders characters having minor (or even major) roles in this au. Also, these provided the least amount of spoilers lol

[unorthodoxsavvy]

do you still do those vibe check things?

if so...

@phantom-w0lfbane or @aspenonpawzzz

phantom-w0lfbane

aspenonpawzzz

Ice Cream Flavor:

Chocolate | Vanilla | Strawberry | Mint Chocolate Chip | Cookie Dough | Cookies and Cream | Moose Tracks | Peanut Butter | Cotton Candy | Superman | S’mores | Lavender | Blueberry | Melon | Citrus | Pumpkin

Pokémon Type:

Bug | Grass | Flying | Water | Fire | Ice | Electric | Rock | Ground | Dragon | Ghost | Dark | Fairy | Psychic | Normal | Steel | Poison | Fighting

Pride Flag Stripe:

Pink (sex) | Red (life) | Orange (healing) | Yellow (sunlight) | Green (nature) | Turquoise (magic/art) | Indigo (serenity) | Violet (spirit)

Greek Gods and Goddesses:

Aphrodite | Athena | Artemis | Ares | Apollo | Demeter | Dionysus | Hades | Hera | Hermes | Poseidon | Zeus

Supernatural Entity:

Ghost | Alien | Cryptid | Werewolf | Vampire | Demon | Angel

Cryptid:

Mothman | Bigfoot | Nessie | Jersey Devil | Chupacabra | Fresno Nightcrawler | Flatwoods Monster | Jackalope

DnD Class:

Barbarian | Bard | Cleric | Druid | Fighter | Monk | Paladin | Ranger | Rogue | Sorcerer | Warlock | Wizard

Time of Day:

Dawn | Morning | Noon | Afternoon | Dusk | Night | Midnight | The Witching Hour

Century:

1000s | 1100s | 1200s | 1300s | 1400s | 1500s | 1600s | 1700s | 1800s | 1900s

Decade:

1900s | 1910s | 1920s | 1930s | 1940s | 1950s | 1960s | 1970s | 1980s | 1990s

Month/Day

January | Feburary | March | April | May | June | July | August | Septemeber | October | November | December | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday | Friday | Saturday | Sunday

Aesthetic:

Cottagecore | Cabincore | Goblincore | Horrorcore | Scenecore | Trendercore | Kidcore | Lovecore | Fantasycore | Dark Acedemia | Punk | Goth | Webcore | Pastel Kawaii/Pastel Goth | Grunge | Theatrecore | Yellowcore | Honeycore | Vulture Culture | Vaporwave | Naturecore | Adventurecore | None/Other

[l393ndjean]

El Headcanons because why not?

• when it comes out, El reads Matilda by Roald Dahl and instantly falls in love with Matilda. She loves that there's this little girl with telekinesis just like her but she's not a superhero. She uses her powers to get rid of Ms Trunchbull but then Matilda lives a pretty normal life (except for the fact that she's a child genius).

• Dustin introduces her to the concept of Musicals and she loves them too. Imagine her delight when Matilda the Musical is first produced.

• other than star wars, El's not a huge fan of Sci-fi films. She says it's not as fun when you've been the protagonist of a Sci-fi film in real life. She also doesn't like how few girls there are in Sci-fi. (At least when she's young)

• she likes using her telekinesis for everyday things like changing the channels on TV or cheating at basketball with Lucas. It's nice to do fun things with her powers. She doesn't have to use them to save the world anymore.

• she steals everyone's clothes. But not on purpose. See when she gets them they're in Will’s closet but originally it was Steve's sweater. (Robin stole it from him. Nancy borrowed it from her. Mike picked it up in a rush. Will was cold and Mike wasn't having that.) She loves Max and Will’s clothes, but her fashion idol is Argyle.

• she's really good at maths. In contrary to Will who can barely add 2+2. She, Mike and Dustin are in the top Math class together, she always sits between them in the front row.

• she takes woodwork, after seeing things that Jonathan made she decides to try her hand at it. And she's really good at it! She makes a coffee table to replace the one she and Will accidentally broke. (It was a long story involving an unseen cushion and the last cookie...) In her senior year she makes a plaque and engraves the whole party’s names into it. The beautiful wooden shield hangs proudly in Mike's basement, above the old card table that saw many campaigns over the years.

• Together she and Will designed her dnd character. Princess El the Brave hearted. A mage who wears beautiful gowns and cloaks but kicks ass with her magic. Nothing wrong with being feminine and powerful-- that's what Nancy taught her.

• she was allowed to pick her birthday date. Unfortunately for everyone around her, she decides to change it every now and then. Every new years day she decides when and lets everyone know. Sometimes it's her estimated birthdate, sometime in February. More often than not it's the 22nd of March so she and Will can be like twins. (Will doesn't mind, he likes seeing her plan their parties. It's a very chaotic business and usually involves a lot of eggo waffles and Reese's pieces.) If she’s feeling particularly funny, sometimes she decides it's the 11th of November.

• when she realises that girls can have short hair and still be feminine she cuts hers so it's short enough to curl, but long enough that she can put clips in it. When she's older she dyes the ends purple.

• she loves Joan Jett. Says she's bitchin. She's listened to just about everything Joan Jett ever played.

[thedocs-in]

Ta-da, my secret project is done. This will hopefully be the first of many D&D adoptables. This is for October, and because I got these out so late, they'll be staying up in November. And once next month hits, I'll be posting new ones, next month is Sorcerer themed.

Each month will be something dnd themed, focusing on a class/sub-class, race, or a background(s). And at some point I will release some BBEGs, and possibly NPCs for the dms who like to give their players a visual.

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[winryrockbellwannabe]

2-5/30 days of productivity - [12-15 November]

so hello, hello. ive actually been writing my dop posts, but i've been lazy to format them and consequently post them lol, so a small update of this last couple days:

💝 Personal life:

things have been kinda of a mess, but I've been trying to not let the negativity get into my nerves, so i let it all out before coming home (even if it's just complain with friends) I think i've already said i went to a dnd event with a friend, it was so cool!!! I also hung out with my sis, and made plans to watch the hunger games movie tomorrow with a friend! <3

💻 Studies

i was so tired, i really thought i wouldn't have any time to study this week, but i've been trying to catch up with quantum physics, tomorrow i'll study the radiatons protocol for a lab class on friday. We have a presentation tomorrow, and I already have everything ready, and i even managed to study a bit today! So, i feel like things are kinda managed rn :))

💅 Self care:

I've been crocheting a lot, I've also been watching series again (started fruits basket and im liking it so far), cooking a lot of comfort foods, getting enough sleep. I think I'm managing well enough. Also, I have struggled before with people pleasing to a ridiculous extend even to people who "dont deserve it", and I think I've been accepting a lot better what is in my power to help, and what it's not and who actually "deserves" me spending time and energy on them. Idk, this makes me kinda happy, bc i used to waste hours helping people that wouldn't do the same in return...

Now, i gotta revision and watch a fruits basket episode.

hope y'all had a wonderful day <3

[peregreen]

For the dnd ask meme, 5, 9, and 31?

Ahaha i love that all three of the asks I got for this game included #5. Truly an excellent question, but I'm gonna have to bring in Another PC :D There's a game I'm in that had One (1) Session this summer, but that still counts as current if you ask me, so let's talk about my girl November, the Way of the Ascendant Dragon monk!

5: What is your PC’s idle animation? She's got a javelin that's really a quarterstaff with a javelin head, and you know she's twirling that like a baton.

9: If your PC rolled through a McDonald’s what would they order?  I think she would be morbidly curious about the Filet-o-Fish. Also getting the apple turnover and a Sprite.

31: What’s your favorite part of playing your PC?  November is my only monk character, so it's been really fun figuring out the mechanics of that class. Plus, she's got big dreams (punch a very specific dragon).

[andipxndy-writes]

meet the writer: aj

(a.k.a. my writeblr intro, done properly)

heya!! i’ve had this blog for a while now, but i realised i haven’t ever actually done a proper intro on here, so here it is!! (also did i want the opportunity to make an aesthetic of myself??? absolutely. image made in canva and portrait on the left is from picrew, all other images were taken from unsplash)

my name is aj (she/her pronouns pls)!! i’m 26, black, and i live in the uk. i graduated from uni 3 years ago and currently work in lab admin, but i’ve been doing creative writing for 10+ years!! i’m currently trying to get back into reading by reading a book a month (i usually share the book i’m reading in the sidebar of my main blog, which i follow back with as this blog is a sideblog: @andipxndy), and i write a variety of fanfiction and original works (both based off my own characters and those i currently/have rp’d with in the past). i also take requests for fanfiction, which you can read about below the cut or in this post (i’ve made some changes which mean the post is not relevant atm)!! but in general i love being asked questions about my WIPs and my characters and basically any characters i write, because i love delving into character thoughts and doing character development (so please send me some!!).

this blog started off as a way for me to share my fanfiction writing, which is how i got into writing in the first place and how i came to love it, but now i’m wanting to expand some more share/talk about some of my original works too!! i write ya sci-fi in my original stuff, but i’m known to drift into romance, action-comedy and crime when it comes to fanfiction works. i’m also over on ao3 as andipxndy.

my main fanfic writing fandoms are abbott elementary and alex rider, just to keep things managable, but i also enjoy watching ncis, criminal minds and lockwood & co., and sometimes dive back into old favourite animes (k-on!! is my current anime obsession). i may be slow to write or respond to stuff but i DO enjoy diving into discussing fandom stuff too!! i also like playing video games like sims 4 (ea is a money grab pass it on) and cities skylines, and enjoy dnd and rping with friends!!

before this intro gets too long, here are my main WIPs:

power play (1st draft completed, left to stew)

the first original wip i planned, the story is intended to be part of a 5-book series about a 20-year-old who accidentally gives himself powers, and ends up drawn into the science underground whilst trying to save people that he may or may not have also accidentally given powers. and all whilst trying to appear completely normal to his mum and get a summer job whilst home from university.

the crossover (still working on 1st draft, is my main/november nano project)

this is an adaptation of an old rp au i had with one of my closest friends, adjusted to have new, original characters despite the same plotline. it follows a 17-year-old girl as she’s accidentally transported into a parallel universe, where her parents aren’t her parents and she doesn’t exist. in an attempt to get home, she ends up crossing paths with the people who are meant to be her family, and finds out that they’re all superheroes. insert drama and shenanigans here.

the rich life: a modern bourgeoise au (working on 1st draft, is my camp nano project)

a passion project that i’m completing for my rp partners, this au is split into a 3-book series following the lives of our characters in the upper class, those who work for them, and eventually their children, going through the drama of their lives and how they try so hard not to have it all end up in the press. that obviously doesn’t work.

fanfiction fics and requests (ongoing but this is technically a wip)

technically counts as a wip as i have a backlog of fics in progress to write and share for requesters (and some ideas i’ve had myself), but these are mainly either alex rider or abbott elementary fanfics that have been sent in via ask. you can see extra info below the cut after the next paragraph. my requests are currently closed, and i’m working through my backlog. the request(s) active for the forseeable future are:

will you be my maybe? - an abbott elementary fanfiction (gregory x janine - injury + fake dating)

anyway, this is all i’ve got for now!! i do take part in things like nanowrimo and camp nanowrimo, so if anyone takes part in those too i look forward to writing alongside you!! other than that, that’s about it!! i’ll be sharing snippets of my work, and maybe eventually you’ll even get aesthetics eventually!! i’ve you’ve read this far, i applaud you, but thank you so much for reading!! i’d love to get to know more writers on here, both inside and outside of fandom spaces, so please feel free to jump at me and send me asks and messages and stuff!!

~ aj xxx

(for more info on fanfiction stuff, read below the cut:)

i’ve been writing fanfiction for over 10 years, and as something so dear to my heart i can’t let it go - it’s helped me to develop my writing and character development skills!! i have, however, grown in the fandoms i write, so please see below for more info:

I WRITE FOR:

alex rider

abbot elementary (more specifically, gregory x janine. i ship only those two. with my whole heart.)

fics getting to know my original characters (oneshots)

(i realise that this is significantly cut down, but i have other projects in mind that require more of my time and can no longer spend as much time on requests!! for this, i apologise!!)

GENRES WRITTEN (not completely restricted):

family/friendship

romance

hurt/comfort

action/adventure

IMPORTANT TO NOTE:

MY REQUESTS ARE NOW CLOSED

all fanfics will be cross-posted to ao3

please give me up to a month to get fics written and posted - if not done within a month, feel free to message me about it [please DO NOT pester me about it] - i work and am also writing original things, so do not always have the time

i preferably write oneshots, though the occasional multi-chap will appear - a fic ends up longer, well, it happens 🤷🏾‍♀️

i am a rambler so you are almost always guaranteed a longer fic

please try not to give me word count limits or specifications on fics - they are discouraging

that being said, any writing requests/prompts fulfilled will most likely be 20k words or less (though they may be longer if the inspiration strikes, don’t hold me to it)

i do not write smut, or any nsfw other than possibly gore/torture/violence. this is a personal preference and i will not change my stance on it

if you have any triggers that you do not want included in the fic, please message me and inform me of this

i have a ko-fi! if you would like to tip/donate to me for any of my writings, check it out here

all fics may or may not include a level of humour/sarcasm - i’m not sorry for this

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What a Journey It's Been (DnD\TTRPG Creation)

I don't know how long this is going to be, but I just need to get some stuff out.

Back in November I was let go from a VERY good job that I was probably NOT qualified for, but at no fault of my own. It's the second job I've lost due to industry-related things out of my control, but really drove home how little job security there is in this capitalist hellscape.

When I lost my last job, I told myself I wanted to make and post ONE DnD\TTRPG related thing to social media a day. No excuses. A DnD A Day I called it.

So far, I've managed to do that. I started here and on the Social Site that shall not be named, which I've since left. I have over 300 creations, almost 400 followers here and I'm doing pretty well on Threads too.

I have a handful of larger supplements (Classes, Subclasses, Systems, ect.) I'd love to put more time into, but neurodivergency and a part time job along with Twitch content creation makes it hard to focus.

But, in that time I've also created a patreon with an artist friend of mine (@butturdapple) and while that is still small I have hopes that the more content we add, the more attractive it looks for others in the space.

If anyone read this far and is inspired to help support or could use some cool, funny, awesome, silly magic items -- check us out! Or, just use our magic items, they're all on here someplace! :P

For a quick breakdown as of this post...

We have 302 magic items (and growing, 30+ a month added) at this link.

Including; 58 Weapons, 37 Pieces of Armor, 19 Potions & Poisons, 84 Pieces of Gear\Equipment, 96 Other Wondrous Items, and 7 Blessings\Curses.

Breakdown by Rarity: Common (4), Uncommon (72), Rare (102), Very Rare (96), Legendary (20), and Artifact (7).

3rd Party TTRPG content creation is HARD. And your success is really just, random. A lot like being on Twitch and streaming. But, I'm thankful for every comment, every question, every hashtag, every reblog and follow I get.

So if you see this, thank you. <3

[luci-z-wont-shut-up]

Episode 3

Ok so blah blah arctic lights surface of the moon Nightvl Vale area31-type lights I *think* i got it

Ah yes, me on my way to drink the newspaper and read my daily 2% milk.

I. I don't have the aptitude to deal with processing all of that right now. Like first you have a Waterfronglt IN THE DESERT, where there is n9 water, and the you havI'M SORRY OPENLY STEAL BABIES????? WE ALL STAND BY AND LET THEM DO IT????

Wait okay so. Is this all one cult or...?

Okokokok so. November 10th is. Fuckin. Hooded figure day or whatever. So there's Kiddie Slide Lurker, the Dog Park Cultists, and then the. Frickuin. Baby Snatcher. I GUESS.

fjdjejdjejdjrjrj at least he's honest about how useless it'll be otherwise. 50,000, tho?

Wait. Wiawaiwaiwaiwait. 50,000 what. He didn't say 50,000 humans, or 50,000 people. 50,000 w h a t.

"Contract negation season" so yalls r demons or sumn, good to know

Oh, *US*. So he's one of... whatever the fuck these things are. Idk WHY, but I just kinda been assuming that this dude is some sort of maybe-psychic but otherwise normal human who's just used to all the ways Night Vale is Like That, that's how he'd survived for so long, but I STAND CORRECTED IG

Oh wait rewound and he says "station management only communicates with us through" so I misunderstood. Carry on

"Spat out like a sunflower shell through teeth" where did this man go to school. Where did he learn to speak the English language. What sort of books did he read. Why is he like this.

Ok so the Cthulu radio managers live in the Dr Who telephone booth or whatever the fuck. Good to know

Laughing my head off what the fuck is turqoise-taupe X'D

Me @ literally all of Night Vale: WHY CANT YOU JUST BE NORMAL

Night Vale Red-Flagged "Litter": *naruto-runs at me*

Sorry I'm tired

NOOOO NOT THE BOOKS

Wait. Wait these are just Leitners hahahahahahahahhhhaaaaa

No okay sorry, I need to STOP w the TMA brainrot. *slaps own face* WTNV ONLY

Okay wait how about this. Mimics. DND mimics. There we go.

I'm sorry WHAT is a front for Wordl government?? What s o u r c e s? Oh black helicopters, yep, that would do it SEVEREL WEEKS?????? Poor Chad goddamn

Is this gonna be a thing? Is radio interns dying just gonna be a thing? Are they the SCP D-Classes of NV?

Wtf poor Chad's parents oh my god

Play ball secret police trusted what the FUCK is happening anymore

Ok information is sliding off my brain again imma stop here and pick up again at w/etf Larry Leroy is doing next time

[stormcloudzz]

HUNTER - OC Intro

General Info

Name: Hunter Age (Biological): 123 Age (Appearance): 26 Birthday: 13th November Gender: Transmasc Pronouns: He/Him Race: Avariel (elf) Class: Ranger Occupation: Village Guard Residence: Windsvale Orientation: Bisexual

ToyHouse: Hunter on Toyhouse Playlist: Spotify Moodboard: Pinterest Source Media: DnD

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Hunter is my first DnD character that I have created for an on-going campaign I am playing in with a group of friends. He is an Avariel Ranger who has a golden scar on his left wing, near the base. He speaks his mind, although is relatively quiet. Especially compared to some of the other party members he is traveling with.

Hunter grew up in a village that resided in the mountains. It was tough terrain, but the avariels that lived in the village dealt with it well as their wings allowed them to navigate the landscape with ease. The village was very community driven and everyone knew everyone else within the village. It was a kind community where it could be said that the village as a whole helped to raise the children, not just the parents. Hunter was never as social as the other avariels his age, preferring to play by himself as a child, and later growing up to prefer taking solo shifts when he joined the village guard. He tried to get better at socializing as he grew up, but from a young age he found it hard to connect with his peers and often stuck to himself most of the time, but had made one very close friendship with another child his age called Mika and the two quickly grew inseparable.

As he aged and grew up into a young adult, he had become a bit more social and had made a few more friends within his village, but was still pretty quiet and often needed time alone to recharge his social battery. One day, a new Avariel had come to the village and was welcomed in by the community as they chose to settle down and live there. He was soon approached by the newcomer and they introduced themself to him as Eldrin, and they soon began flirting with him and asked him out on a date. Hunter, although reluctant at first from being shy and not used to this type of attention, agreed to try it out and go on a date. One date turned into several more until they officially became partners, and Hunter was very happy. However -over time- Eldrin become a lot more critical towards Hunter, putting him down and slowly becoming more and more abusive towards him. In hindsight, Hunter knew this was wrong, but figured he was just as bad as he would argue back with Eldrin, causing the two to fight often. Despite this, Hunter and Eldrin stayed in this toxic relationship for a while, with Eldrin being nice again after every fight,making Hunter feel guilty for secretly wanting to break up with them.

It was almost three years later when a large green dragon attacked the village one day, the dragon eating as Avariels it could find as the guard force tried to fend it off. But with just a small village's worth of supplies against a huge, hungry dragon, it was no use and soldiers were picked off one by one. One such victim was Hunter's father, Caleb, who was fatally injured and dying as Hunter rushed over to his fathers side. With his dying breath, Caleb gave his bow to Hunter, which was a family heirloom, and begged Hunter to escape the village and stay alive. Hunter's mother, Ester, soon found them and tried healing her husband but it was too late as Caleb died, leaving Hunter and Ester to grieve together. Their grieving was cut short as the dragon soon caught sight of the vulnerable family and lurched to eat the three of them, when Ester shoved Hunter out of the way of the attack out of instinct to protect her son, leaving Hunter to stare in horror as his mother and father were eaten by the dragon.

Just after that, Eldrin appeared behind him, taunting him as they revealed this was their plan the whole time. Hunter then moved to attack Eldrin, overcome with anger as he learnt they were responsible for this the whole time. The two fought and although they were normally evenly matched in strange, the strain Hunter wasunder, physically and mentally, took its toll on him as he soon become worn out, allowing for Eldrin to take advantage of that weakness, pinning him to the ground and hacking off his left wing with their dagger to stop him from messing with their plans any longer. Hunter had managed to gather enough strength to kick Eldrin off of him, but it was too late as his wing was completely torn off from the force of it as his wing had only been hanging on by a thread at that point. Hunter almost immediately passed out from the blood loss and pain, leaving Eldrin to assume he'd probably die and they took off with the green dragon after it had finished its rampage throughout Windsvale. Briefly becoming conscious again, Hunter was helpless to watch as Eldrin and the dragon flew off in the distance, presumably moving on to their next victim. After that, he had just about managed to get up and stagger his way from the ruins of his village, looking for anything he could to stop the bleeding, before he passed out again on the floor of his parents house, falling into a numb and dreamless sleep.

After that horrific day, Hunter set out to try and do anything he could to track down Eldrins location and kill them and that green dragon to make them pay for what they had done. He lived with the assumption that everyone from his village, including his childhood best friend Mika, was dead and wanted to get justice for them all. After just over a year of traveling alone, he became lost in a forest as he was more used to traveling through mountains. He eventually came across a kinda Witch Doctor Centaur who let him stay for a day to gather his strength before continuing on his journey. Perhaps it was the way the centaur worked with the magic ofnature and tended to her garden, but Hunter couldn't help but liken her to his mother, and he found himself opening up to her quickly. After telling her want had happened to his wing and how it felt painful not being able to fly free in the sky, she took him down to her basement where she for some reason had a lot of preserved body parts from all kinds of races. Arms, legs, wings, horns, tails. Almost everything. One any other normal day, Hunter would have perhaps seen the glaring red flags with all of this and left. But today, after being exhausted for months, desperate to be able to fly again and probably not being in the right frame of mind- he agreed to let her heal his wing with her magic, attaching another black wing in place of his severed wing. He was suddenly able to fly again and he couldn't be happier as he gratefully thanked the Witch Doctor for helping him.

Almost another year passed after this and Hunter was still searching for Eldrin, having not come across any leaders for a while, he soon came across a small village and crossed paths with several other adventurers, each on their own personal mission just like he was. Soon, the five of them joined up together, slowly growing closer together as they traveled and went on adventures, trying to help each other get to their own goals. Who knows. Maybe they'd be able to do things together they couldn't have dreamt of doing alone.

Art

Last image was made by @wizard-nishkii

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(November 2022, The Afterlife)

A metal hand swiped Vincent’s notebook away and began reading his notes, Johnny would not understand a fucking word because it was for Vincent’s next DnD session with Judy, River, Mike. He huffed, watching Johnny get bored easily before tossing the notebook (safely, Vincent noted) onto the counter behind him and turned to face his grinning input.

“What’s this about a cute guy in your art class?” Ah, so THATS what this was about. He over heard Judy’s teasing.. actually they both had, because he could smell Kerry’s cologne coming around him and hands trap him against the bar.

“What? Aaron? Yeah he’s pretty cute.” Vincent grinned, mainly because he knew these two like the back of his hand. They were jealous. It was fun because they’d never say the word out loud, act like watching Vincent talk to another guy that didn’t seem to know he was taken didn’t drive Kerry up the fucking wall.

Kerry rested his chin on Vincent’s shoulder, letting out a small huff before playfully biting wherever his lips landed. “We are not jealous.” He grumbled, though they totally were and Vincent was eating it up. “Mhm, so it’s cool if I bring Aaron to the show next week?” He asked innocently, the dark look in Johnny’s eye told him that if he brought that guy anywhere near here on a date, he may not walk out of here alive.

“Can I have my notebook back now? Kinda was working on something.” He asked, Kerry pouting against his shoulder and Johnny rolled his eyes, tossing the book at him. “By the way..” Johnny stopped, looking at his two inputs with annoyance.

“I don’t even know what that guy’s name is. But it ain’t Aaron.” Johnny scoffed and flipped him off, Kerry flopping next to him with a pout. “That was mean.” He said, scooting the stool closer so he could read over the notes he probably didn’t care about.

“I know, but it’s cute when you two get jealous~”

(Totally not inspired once again by @mrssimply amazing fics that I have been binging all week❤️)