#hawkins crew

[witchthewriter]

𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 @deviltryhours. 

a/n: I’m sorry this took forever, I know it’s short but I hope it brings you some joy. Happy belated birthday dear friend!

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   Waking with a start, you looked at the beeping alarm and grunted. 7:45am.

Mornings. Usually hated, but today … the morning felt a little different then the rest. Laying there, on your back, you could hear the chirping birds outside. Huh, tranquil in the trailer park. A sentence you never thought you’d have.

And then a fuzzy crunching noise sounded, followed by a group of voices you knew all too well. Laughing, you listened as the Hellfire Club sang you happy birthday from the walkie talkies that Eddie demanded everyone have.

 “Happyyyy Birrtthhddaayyyy toooooo yooouuuuuuuuu!” You noticed that Eddie’s voice was the loudest of them all, and the most off-key. You were always noticing Eddie more so than the others, especially when he was right in front of you. Your eyes never leaving his form, flicking from his eyes, landing to his smile. God that smile. It lit you up inside and you it took everything in you not to gaze dreamily at him all. Fucking. Day. It should be noted that it’s been pointed out by many of the others but all you could do was brush it off, give small excuses. The most used was, “I’m staring because he doesn’t own a hairbrush … it’s like a birds nest.”

 And then you’d hear someone, it nearly always being Max, mumble, “yeah a bird’s next you’d like to bury yourself in.”

   She was not wrong there.

 Kicking back the covers, your bare feet hit the cold floor and you pulled open the curtain. There, with a massive sign was a group of your closest friends. Eddie, Robin, Dustin, Nancy, Mike, Max, Lucas and Steve. The already knew where the rest of the Hellfire Club members were … still tucked into bed. You couldn’t blame them, with all the teenage hormones.

 You doubled over in laughter at the sign, looking at each of your friends’ faces. Robin and Steve were hanging off one another, seemingly fighting off sleep. Nancy was proudly holding one side of the sign (she would’ve been the one to organise the surprise. You had met her in the library during your second year of high school, and had been close ever since. It was seen as a weird friendship to others, but to you two … It made sense.)

Dustin was kneeling on the ground, his arms outstretched presenting the sign, but his body was covering the last few words so Max pushed him over.

  “Ow! What was that for?”

“I didn’t wake up before sunrise just for you to block the sign, dumbass.”

  “Children, children, please.” Eddie said in a mock stern voice, still holding the other end of the sign.

You rubbed your eyes and slid open your window. Straining to see, you could make out the words that had been painted on a green sheet of poster paper with black marker:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY GOBLIN KING!   THANK YOU FOR ALWAYS GIVING US ROCKS!!        THEREFORE YOU ROCK!!!

Maybe it wasn’t the most thought out sign, as you could tell by Nancy’s sheepish smile (you know if she had full reign that the sign would say something a bit more … elegant.) But you could tell that Eddie was the one to come up with the words. Because that was his nickname for you – Goblin King.

Pulling on your boots and a brown knitted jumper, you climbed through your window and out into the field behind your trailer. The group started singing but you groaned and tried to shoosh them (no, they did not stop.)

 Dustin called for a group hug and … it actually worked this time.

Like Steve and Nancy, you no longer attended Hawkins High. To the dismay of Robin, who was your fellow bandmate. Making friends after you left was no easy feat. Not to mention that Eddie was gutted that he thought he had to replace you, but as fate would have it, or your lack of life planning, you had no reason not to still be in Hellfire Club.

“God, thank you guys,” you said breathlessly, as Dustin slowly unwrapped himself from your form. He admired you just as much as Steve.

“Well, you’re worth it,” Nancy said with a wink. She knew you the best out of everyone. A weird dynamic; her a social class above you, with a stable(r) home than yours. She never judged you when she came over to visit, never said anything about your family or lack of it.

 With a wry grin you bumped your arm against hers and she did the same, a small gesture; like your version of a hug.

 And there stood Eddie, with his mane of brown voluminous hair. A smirk on his face, one he knew would ruffle your feathers.

   “Didn’t think I’d ever see you out of bed before 9am, Munson.” You said mischievously, crossing your arms over your chest. It was ridiculously cold this morning.

 “Only leave my bed for the best of ‘em,” he replied, chucking you a messily wrapped present. It was Christmas wrapping, and the tape was abysmal, but you were appreciative nonetheless.

Before you could open it, Mike’s stomach grumbled … loudly…

  “I second that,” Lucas said, rubbing his stomach.

“I third it,” said Dustin, “let’s go eat!”

[paceypeternathanslawyer]

Ahhhh Caleb and Sadie on the set of ST5!!! And the frickin' Kate Bush tape next to them. What if Lucas plays that song for her all the time to try and pull her out of her coma?! 😭😭😭💖

[shippingfangirl013]

The Cali Crew never would have gotten to Nina without Mike (and Argyle stumbling upon military tire tracks).

I said what I said.

Do I think Jonathan and Will (and Argyle) could have found El? Yes. But Mike being there definitely helped speed that process up. He’s also the one that comes up with a lot of the plans whenever a big bad is involved, so I think his plan could be key to defeating Vecna in S5.

mike would've ruined the vibe if he was in hawkins. that's literally it. mike wheeler does not belong in a full scale horror he makes too many good choices, stops other people from making stupid choices, and constantly insults the big bad who gets outsmarted by a teenage boy so much that no one finds him scary at all anymore

[donghuamuqing]

[deputy-buck]

Treat him like a God and he'll blind you like religion.

[strangerwheelerthings]

Who is Nancy Wheeler?

Nancy Wheeler is extremely intelligent... and very impulsive.

Nancy Wheeler is very intense... and extraordinarily kind.

Nancy Wheeler is so angry at the world... and would do anything to help the people in it.

Nancy Wheeler is a leader... and she's prideful.

Nancy Wheeler is a hormonal teenage girl... and she struggles with ptsd and survivors guilt.

Nancy Wheeler deeply loves her family... and she absorbed all their dysfunctional coping mechanisms.

Nancy Wheeler can be very passionate... and represses all her emotions.

Nancy Wheeler can't lie to save her life... and does it quite frequently.

Nancy Wheeler has a strong sense of justice... and doesn't care one whit about the law if she disagrees with it.

Nancy is a great listener... and struggles with empathy when she can't understand.

Nancy Wheeler is a spitfire... and very polite to most people.

Nancy Wheeler is all this... and so much more.

Nancy Wheeler is complex and has flaws, and she's so overwhelmingly good.

[condoriano-67890]

Caesar Clown is made out of gas.

Which means no amount of gravity can affect him. My man could be on the surface of the SUN and still be floatin around like nothing’s wrong.

He can float through walls.. he can likely float through entire mountains. He could float to the top of Mount Everest and not be the slightest bit winded, or have broken the slightest sweat.

However… space is a vacuum.

Put Caesar in space? Caesar go BOOM! Annihilated.

I know he can control gas and all— he might try to pull all of his particles together while in space. He might be able to do it, although it would be extremely difficult without trying to accidentally become an entire planet in the process (yes, that is how they— and stars— form).

Caesar can become a planet.

Caesar can become a star.

Caesar can become a tiny galaxy.

(I’m having a million epiphanies right now. Give me a minute.)

Caesar can become a moon, or basically any kind of celestial object. AND, if he condenses himself densely enough, he can become a Planck-sized black hole (what is a Planck? I believe it is the smallest size of an object ever discovered.)

He can also probably change the type of gas he is. And, with his ‘final form’, we see that Caesar can collect other gaseous particles to absorb, to add onto himself, to make him bigger, and stronger.

Which means Caesar can become a supermassive black hole, or a laws-of-physics-defying monster of a planet.

Caesar’s Devil Fruit is incredibly underrated….

[shinmiyovvi]

The Salvatorix Crew's ref sheets are here!

Alt. versions and Elli's close-up look under the cut

Elliott's gas mask and Pershing cap

[pinkeoni]

I am, of the personal opinion (and you can always disagree with me), that nothing important happened during the two day timeskip and it really was just a way to save time

[henrysglock]

i meant it when i said it

[bonesdontmelt]

Grudge Dolph - Hawkins Pirates

Going for a creepy scarecrow-type pose for our creepy voodoo pirates.

Moccasin-type shoes with miniature figureheads protruding from the front. Brown striped canvas skirt with tan patches sewn in, and a thick brown belt with little voodoo-heads hanging from it. Plain black button up shirt with the roger on the back (not pictured). Long blond hair and a nail-through-the-head gag like the roger, a single red candle earring, and black face paint around the mouth and eyes and in two lines down the face to resemble the roger.

[elasgottoomuchfreetime]

I just stumbled across a video in which someone (once again) was like: “Being in Hawkins‘ crew would be the worst, cause you‘re like totally at the risk of dying for him every minute.“ I’ve heard and read this take (is that what you call it?) several times over the years (exaggerated) and every single time I‘ve been confused, because, as far as I remember, there hasn’t been one single instance, in which one of Hawkins’ crew members took the hit for him. It‘s always been someone else. Random shipmen on Sabaody or the people he was travelling with in Wano - which, I think I should add, weren‘t his subjects but Kaido‘s.

What I’m trying to say is, if Basil Hawkins was the kind of character, who uses his own crew to project his taken damage onto them - we would‘ve seen it from day one.

[paceypeternathanslawyer]

My heart can't take this!!!! This is too cute!!! ❤💗💖

[boredbyler]

guys remind me how did will see the letters joyce painted on the wall and how did he reach them

[baby-xemnas]

im in love with status quo - law being awesome and crew being babies he protects

[alternate-kiza]

Luffy: I found a rare fruit!

Killer: It better not be a Devil fruit

Luffy: I don’t think it is

Hawkins taking a look at the fruit: It’s not, *Pats Luffy’s head* good job

Shachi: What is it?

Hawkins: No idea