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ducktracy · 1 month ago

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i hope you dont mind me asking; but do you have any general tips for getting into/starting storyboarding? or anything on fighting perfectionism when you draw??? im having a hard time just actually drawing to begin with because of it and its gotten worse and worse recently and its just... really disheartening ghsjdkmgs- ive been combing through bsky for production art for the day the earth blew up and looking through storyboards in general has always really inspired me; the way that it doesnt Need to be perfect and just needs to like, convey the absolute basics and get the idea across has always been really comforting in a weird roundabout way? if that makes sense hdsjkmgsd-

HEY THERE!! i don't mind at all, i'm so flattered you'd come to me!

to answer the first part of your question, i'm going to link to some posts (here and here) where i've answered the same question. NOT because i don't respect your time (trust me, i hate being like "eh just go with all the others and look at this" LOL), but because i trust Past Me to have answered it a bit more clearly and clearheadedly than Present-Me, who would just be rambling trying to think of what Past Me has said. so i hope these are helpful!

THE SECOND PART OF YOUR QUESTION! you are both asking the right and wrong person, because i struggle TREMENDOUSLY with this as well! right in that i can offer empathy/share my experiences, wrong in that i still don't quite have a cure-all and it's something i'm struggling with right at this very second :')

but, as someone with debilitating OCD and perfectionism (to the point where it extends to even the most inconsequential of tasks and habits completely unrelated to art--even/especially things i enjoy doing!!), i struggle HARD with this. and my director turned me onto a bit of a lifesaver that's streamlined my storyboarding process tremendously: THE CHICKEN SCRATCH METHOD.

it's exactly as it sounds. just churn out the quickest, most juvenile scribbles imaginable. you're not thinking about drawing at all. it's just to get something down on paper--starting is always one of the most difficult parts for me, and once i have something down, even if it is GODAWFUL, i feel like i've broken the ice a bit and can carve deeper.

i'm linking (and posting screenshots) from this WIP animatic i posted last week--more than half of it is chickenscratch, and me doing exactly what i do for work! this is how i start every single storyboard. complete 4 year old level scribbles. even Porky here is a bit too fancy, you can see i gave him (and Daffy's face) construction lines out of habit haha. you don't need to do that yet!!

but, also, you can see that earlier on in the animatic, where i've begun to clean it up (i call them "drawovers"), it looks like my normal art style!

i also again recommend actually watching the video, because the motion is the important thing here--you can see how articulated my drawovers are in drawing and acting in comparison to the chickenscratch bits, which are a bit more broad but still convey a general idea

what i also tend to do is chickenscratch my chickenscratches--for my boards, i usually will doodle the broad acting ideas elsewhere, and then transfer those ideas onto my board. it helps with that feeling of easing in and doesn't make me feel as suffocated by a blank screen. i will say that i've been working on excising this process entirely, as it's sort of unnecessary and maybe more of an omission of my own lack of artistic confidence HAHA--i'm trying to get there! but it helps with the artistic brain demons and makes getting started easier, and that's the important thing

and, again, these are a bit fancier than what i usually do: here's some old thumbs for an actual section i boarded for work

it's also very good for someone like me--i'm an extraordinarily detail-oriented person, but i really struggle with the bigger picture. this commonly bites me in the butt when i'm storyboarding, as sometimes i have difficulty visualizing how a sequence will flow in the grand scheme of things. and since my entire job is being An Artist Who Draws Images In Sequential Order, That Go Into A Sequence, That Relies On Every Little Part To Be Working, Because It Is A Sequence, that's not very good! and so chicken scratch helps exactly with that. you're communicating the main idea. you're putting the foundation down, and you're able to get a vague idea of how the ideas and sequences flow together.

HOWEVER. i will say that's about the most advice i can give before it delves into "if you find the answer, lemme know" HAHA. my boards for work are stupidly clean and should not be as stupidly clean as they are. it's something i've been trying to work on for years--i still struggle with getting into board artist/animator brain vs illustrator brain, and a lot of times i'll have a very pretty drawing, but it isn't functional at all and i'll have to throw it out. and it's my own fault! THIS IS SUCH A HARSH METAPHOR and i said it once to my director before being like "wait wow wtf is wrong with me for saying this" LMAO but it's still the most apt way i can describe it. clearly gotta work on my artistic confidence. but in regards to this, i've said "a polished turd is still a turd" and there is hopefully a much kinder way of getting that point across, but yes--clean drawings are not the end all and be all of boarding and animation! in fact, in my experience, they cause more harm than good! i've been trying very hard to unlearn it, it's been a very difficult and taxing and frustrating process that's soured a lot of my already meager artistic confidence--but that means i'm growing and learning.

a common mantra we try to recite is "clear, not clean". and the TDTEBU boards (which, aren't they amazing??) is the very definition of that! i'm trying to beat that into myself more and more. likewise, working on the Sponge shows is a bit of a special circumstance since the animators directly trace off of our boards; what we draw is what ends up on screen. that includes mistakes. there's definitely a higher amount of pressure, especially compared to feature boarding where there seems to be a lot more leeway for looseness. so i'm maybe coming from SOMEwhere here HAHA, but yes, clear, not clean!!

i say all of this knowing i'm going to clean up my pig and duck animatic and have it be as clean as my boards for work, sort of defeating the entire purpose :') i still have a lot to learn and internalize, obviously! but i hope this at least offers some camaraderie and the understanding that you are NOT ALONE! i struggle with Perfectionism Paralysis with every single task i ever do, i'm much less fond of my art than i come off, etc... but i'm working on it and i know we'll both do great!!!

i hope this could be helpful, or at least reassuring!! thank you so much for coming to me, and i wish you the best of luck! you've got this!!

#mapleshmaple #asks

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deadtiredghost · 10 months ago

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Tmnt facts that are canon cause i said so:

All Leo's are sci-fi fans of varying degrees of old sci-fi series/movies

But MM!Leo thinks the old movies are old and thus has no major franchise to obsess over, he is just big into any of the more modern movies of the genre: I'm thinking Interstellar, Blade Runner, idk many more. And then he started watching Final Space and eventually got into Futurama.

But he still would think the other Leo's are old and a bit lame for enjoying old anime so much.

All the Donnie's and Leo's are the musical fans, but that doesn't mean that Raph and Mikey can't enjoy a musical too! Especially 2003!Raph who grew up watching shit like high school musical and teen beach movie with Leo and Donnie.

The 2003 boys all teamed up to sit on Mikey and tape Mikey's mouth shut cause he would dramatically and badly sing the songs otherwise.

2018 crew are hard into Hamilton of course while 2012 have a knock off version of it that flopped but Mikey loves.

2003 have a musical version of Lost Boys and Faries that could possibly be comparable with some rap songs and some emotional ballads.

Bayverse and MM have batman while 2018 have a weird mixture of some irl media and some really obvious knock offs. 2012 has Wingnut and Silber sentry as comics to replace Marvel and DC in their universe and we all know how 2003 is on superheroes.

All the Mikey's are naturally talented at drawing apart from 2012 who's skills apparently just got transferred to literally every single one of his siblings.

2012!Mikey's writing looks like chickenscratch and his drawings are chaotic in an abstract art kinda way, while 12!Leo can draw anime, 12!Karai is decent at drawing anything reallt, 12!Donnie preffers skatching items and backgrounds rather than people and 12!Raph is the one who does art the most in the fam.

The 1987 turtles are stuck in 1987 and have been since 1987. They like crossovers for the change of pace but 87!Raph and 87!Donnie very much dislike how other turtles have treated them in the past so take any and ever chance to fuck with their alternates in retaliation, feigning innocence well enough that they keep getting away with blatantly insulting their iterations to their face.

Leo is the tea drinker in the family across iterations but most of the iterations don't drink coffee - rottmnt gets into coffee wars (sans Leo and Splinter) but other than that 2007!Donnie and Bayverse!Raph are the only rabid coffee drinkers.

most of the Donnies drink energy drinks if they want a caffeine boost - the nonbinaries and their Monster especially.

The MM kids aren't allowed coffee because Splinter read a watched of child-raising YouTube videos and banned it. Of course that doesn't stop them from sneaking out. MM!Donnie is trying to convince him to allow coffee while MM!Raph just sneaks in his energy drinks.

2003!Casey was convinced the turtles were adults for at LEAST the first month into their friendship.

The ampunt Mikey wears stickers is directly proportional to the amount of leeway Splinter gives him - with the used-to-be-human Splinters being more strict on not personalising his weapon while the used-to-be-rat Splinters such as MM gives the go ahead.

The outlines of this rule are 03!Splinter and 18!Splinter of course who have entirely different ways of handling their adhd child.

And then there is bayverse!Splinter who said fuck the stickers, yes of course my 15-year-old children can have tattoos.

(And yes I firmly believe they were 15 in the first movie, and I attribute their tattoos to Splinter not really seeing the harm in it, or caring much as long as it won't hurt them.)

18!Leo is biologically the eldest but no one knows this apart from Draxum who will never tell at this point. Splinter aged them based on size.

On the other hand, 03!Leo is the biological youngest but only Donnie knows this (science shit to find it out) and will never tell anyone because he found out that 03!Mikey hatched first and that information can never be allowed to get to the turtle in question.

2012 Casey is transfem but doesn't know it yet and 2018 Casey is what 12!Casey will look like at 20.

All Donnie's watch anime and all Mikey's watch horror movies - despite how much they may or may not scream at the horror movies.

07!Mikey sells art online and 07!Leo becomes a language tutor in their 20's. Ironic as 12!Raph attempts to sell art online but becomes too emotionally attached to his work and 12!Donnie attempts to tutor for a time but is a terrible teacher.

Leo is a basketball or baseball fan, Raph likes wrestling and basketball, Donnie will partake in basketball or volleyball and Mikey prefers dancing but is open to playing anything... just not watching.

Splinter always watched the tennis, becuase his grandmother did. Leo likes to put it on but doesn't like playing it.

Mikey will forever be confused why the others enjoy watching sport. This stemms from when he was 12 and trying to watch his cartoons and Splinter would always take control of the TV during the Olympics. Mikey is still very salty and has an agenda against the Olympics and any other big sports match on their communal TV.

All the Leo's before 2012 just didnt use the Internet or any electronics as a kid and thus struggles with electronics massively.

Conversely 2012 and 2018 Leo were both on tumblr as kids and read fanfic about Space Heros and Jupiter Jim respectively.

And in addition: Donnie was on the Internet far too much as a kid.

(12!Donnie will never tell but 12!Mikey befriending Chris Bradford on Facebook hit a bit too close to home.)

After Don, Raph is the best at mechanics, other than 18!Raph who is kinda shit at them.

Splinter taught all of the turtles first aid but Raph and Mikey are patched up the most by the other two, which leads to the other two being more confident and skilled at first aid.

Leo's first aid experience is very much similar to an army medic, using improvisation based on his prior knowledge without any of the proper hospital procedure while Donnie's is much more based on his research into medicine and thus much more clinical.

The outliers are the 18!kids cause Donnie finds biological shit kinda disgusting unless he HAS to do it.

And then there is the 87!turtles who don't really get hurt for longer than an episode's run time. Despite this every single one of them are able to accurately and skillfully carry out any medical procedure should the need arise becuase cartoon logic and convenience. It is a skill they have and its usually 87!Donnie ordering them about while 87!Raph plays nurse.

Mikey and Raph spray paint together sometimes in all iterations other than 87.

87!Mikey and 87!Leo have never kmowingly committed a crime.

Mikey looks up to Leo most out of his siblings, and Leo would look up to Mikey in turn if he could get over the jealousy towards his youngest brother.

There is not a single itteration where Leo doesn't sometimes kinda wish he could be more like Mikey - he has never voiced these feelings and hates that he feels this jealousy.

If you wake Leo up from sleeping he will be alert, a bit grumpy about it, but will never turn you away. He rarely gets a full good night's sleep anyways, ans becuase of this he is prime target to bother when he is awake... up until they turn 14 where Leo gets into the habit of pretending to be asleep so Mikey doesn't bother him and starts meditating until he falls asleep.

The prior headcannon excludes rottmnt and mutant mayhem.

Mikey starts bothering Donnie more and joins him in the lab late at night a lot.

If you dare to disturb Raph's beauty sleep you will get a pillow to the face and a shouting to at the least.

Everyone of the turtles loves Kung Fu Panda or whatever similar movie exists in their world. They won't admit it but its because Poe reminds them of Mikey.

Raph maintains that he doesn't like physical contact much to get out of hugging the sweaty humans in his life. He is actually fairly chill with hugs he just hates the feeling of sweat on his scales so much, and learnt that the hard way when Casey brought him in for a hug after a fight and he shoved him off and blustered a bit. But any of his siblings hugging him is fine, he only ever shoves them off out of annoyance.

Donnie is the least huggy turtle, but he will sometimes lean his full body weight on April - which is fine in most iterations but some cannot handle the weight, I'm looking at Bayverse.

If Mikey were a human he would be a borderline nudist when home and everyone who lived with him would complain about it.

Like [insert hair covering here] and a fluffy dressing gown from when he was 9 wrapped around the waist if you're lucky.

#tmnt headcanons #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 2012 #rottmnt #tmnt 2007 #tmnt 2003 #1987 tmnt #trans casey jones #idk what else to tag #the turtles were raised on movies #not a serious post but im also 100% serious #i take no criticism but feel free too add to the list #i didnt realise how long this was #no regrets

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tarmac-rat · 19 days ago

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Riley Aldana fun facts for the fuck of it:

The closest thing she has to a voiceclaim is Kaniehtiio Horn as Tanis from Letterkenny.

The closest thing she has to a singing voiceclaim is Madeline Finn from ENVOI

Likes carrying hard cash on her and prefers getting paid in credchips over bank deposits. Just a principles thing, where it's nice to have the hard money in your hands rather than let it live over the Net. Some fixers entertain it; others absolutely do not.

Her cybernetic right leg is screwed into a base but is otherwise completely detachable by hand, and a lot of the maintenance she gets on it is her own work and tuning. She always carries a screwdriver and spare screws on her in case she needs to do an emergency fix while on a job.

When she was riding with the Bakkers, she had a specialized sleeve that she'd put on her cybernetic leg before raids to make sure sand didn't gunk up the gears. It's one of the few possessions she brought with her to NC, and she still wears it for her Badlands jobs (pretty sure she keeps it in the trunk of her Kusanagi)

Go-to condiment is French Dressing. She'll put that shit on anything.

Dominance-wise she's the exact opposite of Johnny-- while he's primarily left-handed but plays guitar righty, Riley's primarily right-handed but plays guitar lefty.

That saying, if she was in a band, she'd probably play drums-- she's a bit of a fan of Denny's music work outside of Samurai.

Has just. The worst cuticles. They look like warzones.

Was convinced by some other Bakkers kids to let them pierce her nose once when she was 16, but it got infected and she had to let it close up. She still has a scar from it if you look close enough.

Snorts when she laughs.

Despises the fact that she snorts when she laughs.

I make the "haha Riley can't drive cars" joke a lot but the primary reason she's a terrible driver is because she can't navigate a tight grid system-- happens when you grow up on the open road where keeping wheels on the tarmac is more of a suggestion than a requirement. When driving in Night City, she tends to drift a lot through the lane, does a panic-overcorrection, and ends up pinballing off cars down the street as a result. Aside from just being better on motorcycles since that's what she learned to drive, they're infinitely more maneuverable on the highways and it's easier to keep herself centered.

Has surprisingly bad handwriting. Like, you would not believe how ugly it is. It's barely one level above being literal chickenscratch.

Huge fan of schlocky 80's horror movies like Society and Chopping Mall

Some IRL bands she'd probably listen to would be Yves Tumor, Rationale, Madeon, Bring Me the Horizon, and Shiny Toy Guns

Doesn't own a pair of shorts. Not a single one.

#V #My V #Riley Aldana #Aldi speaks #To add to later maybe

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creativeimpetus · 3 months ago

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I'm not gone, I've just been spending a lot of time studying. I'm in a condensed course and can barely do anything but homework for hours per day.

Chickenscratch and worldbuilding dump aside, I'd like to move forward with the website building now that I have a better idea of what I'm doing. Bye tungle

#k.text

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helpmeimblorboing · 9 months ago

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This new world was strange. Caelus had never seen anything like it before

It looked… dead. And yet, clearly not. The buildings stood empty, but clearly well-loved. Almost like someone had been caring for them, in the absence of their inhabitants

It was big, sprawling and vast, from the frozen wastes to the North, where the earth shone silver with permafrost, to the oddly charged winds of the South, the electrified water sparking an odd purpley hue, the grass bright and saturated

He dragged his fingers along the ridges of the statue he had found near the beach where the Astral Express had touched down. It was set in the middle of a dried-out lake, the edges of it oddly sharp and clifflike, almost like it had been made by a comet of some kind.

A little ways away stood an overgrown forest, its mossy floor littered with odd, lamplike flowers, wild apples and orange, pearlike fruits growing in abundance on its trees. A haven for wildlife, but, judging by the way the boars reacted to his presence – namely, immediately trying to ram him – not so much for humans

Animals darted through the underbrush, boars that seemed too small for their species and dogs that bore signs of being tamed, once upon a time.

The earth was oddly yellowish here, more like sand than anything else, light and airy. More to the point, the grass surrounded the dried husk of a lake on all sides was overgrown and wild, save for one path that wound through the jungles, where the grass was cropped low and trim, forming an impromptu trail for the Trailblazers to follow

The impromptu path led them straight to a lake, the waters murky and greenish, littered with the broken remnants of a footbridge. Pigeons perched on the bits of rock that poked through the near-opaque waters, idly pecking at the scuffed stone

And in the center, on a vast hunk of barren rock, stood the ruins of a city, bounded with walls that may have once stood proud, but were now broken and crumbled, the tattered remnants of faded red pennants hanging from their towering ruins

It was small, was the first thing Caelus noticed - certainly smaller than the dockside city they had found in the far east, buildings made in the Xianzhou style, part of it clearly having sunken into the yellowy waters centuries ago

And definitely much smaller than the ruins they had found to the east of THAT, consumed by the green jungle that surrounded it, populated only by the odd-looking tigers and colorful birds that clearly named that region of this continent their home

But it had been the one to yield the greatest results. The buildings had been overgrown, covered in creepers and vines and plants of all manners, but still mostly intact

And inside one of them, a small tavern nearer to the towering statue that marked the centre of the statue, features too eroded to be recognisable, they had found their prize

A photo, lying on the tavern’s dust-coated floors, clearly having fallen out of the pocket of someone paying the place a visit, for it was clearly far newer than the building itself

It depicted an odd pair - a young boy with shining blonde hair, tied into a rat’s tail, his bronze eyes sparkling, his arm wrapped around the man that stood beside him- a rather disgruntled-looking individual, hair an oddly-bright red.

The blonde boy’s other hand had been brought up in a peace symbol, and a wide smile decorate his admittedly-cute features, the expression clearly for the benefit of whoever had taken the picture

A hand was stretching into the photo, dressed in an oddly puffy-looking white sleeve, a frill encircling its wrist, a blurred face poking out just above its shoulder - clearly someone who had tried to make it into the photo and failed

On the back of the photo had been scrawled, in a coarse, chickenscratch script - “Do you remember where we first met ? Starfall Lake ? I do. I don’t think I can ever forget”

A pause, and Caelus angled his eyes up towards the statue’s face, features having long-since eroded into a featureless mass of rock

God, he hoped this was the right place. If it wasn’t, March would never let him hear the end of it

A pause, and then he heard rustling behind, followed by the rhythmic thump-thump of feet on grass

He swirled around, arm already moving towards the handle of his trusty baseball bat, before another hand grabbed him by the wrist, fingers rough and calloused – the hands of a warrior

“What are you doing here ? Who are you ?”, a rough voice demanded, sounding oddly disbelieving, like he was shocked at finding life here - which was fair, given how abandoned this world seemed

Caelus drew in a sharp breath . Peace first, he reminded himself, and then you can cave their heads in

He cleared his throat in a vain attempt at sounding somewhat professional, looking up into the intruder’s face, features drawn and shocked-looking, bronze eyes wild, blonde hair cut to brush against his shoulders. Half his face was scarred, the tissue an odd blackish hue, veins of brilliant blue webbing their way across it

“Greetings, sir”, he tried his best to bow, but the man simply refused to let go - which made sense. As far as he knew, he was the only other sentient life form this poor man had seen in years, “I’m …”, the urge to introduce himself as the Galactic Baseballer resurfaced, before being overridden by the thought of Dan Heng’s disappointed face, “… Caelus. From the… Astral Express ?”

“Who ?”

“Ah, right”, Caelus mentally berated himself- he lived on a dead world. Of course he wouldn’t know who they were !! , “We… explore worlds. For the accumulation of knowledge”

“Oh”, slowly, the man let go, nodding slightly, “I see. I see”

“Um…”, Caelus looked around, but no other viable life form offered to show itself, so he turned back to the man, who was clearly on the verge of some kind of breakdown, “Would you happen to know this planet’s name ? And would you care to serve as a guide ? We would pay you”

He grinned. The man, eyes glassy and unfocused, didn’t seem to care much

“Sir ?”

“I…”, the man began again, his eyes snapping back to focus, his voice hoarse, “Of course”, he laughed humorlessly, “Yeah. I’ll show you around”

“Right”, Caelus’ grin widened, “Um… so, where are we ?”

“Right”, the man swallowed thickly, “Right. This… I don’t actually know the world’s name, but… but… this continent. It is… or at least, was, once named…”

He pressed his eyes shut, seeming pained, “Teyvat”

#genshin impact #honkai star rail #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 #caelus #aether #teyvat #astral express #hsr #gi #angst #pov outsider #bad ending #drabble #one shot #dark fic

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bitegore · 8 months ago

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i like hua cheng's horrible handwriting so much. i love a bitch who is good at everything except one (1) thing AND i love a bitch who writes absolute chickenscratch so like he's perfect, basically, this is better than if he were bad at anything else and way better than if he didn't have one or two things he just kind of sucked at

#red rambles

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hellssheep · 2 months ago

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Chapter 9: Where Her Demon Hides

TW: don't eat hallucinogenic mushrooms kids (there aren't any in the story but Shaun [who is an adult thank goodness] hinted as a ruse. you'll see what I mean) Warning section will be in this color. skip the colored section if you want.

and let me know if you prefer me to keep these warnings.

now, to the story:

Amanda And Wooly came out of the door to the Roof of the library. They were told by Riley that they would make a quick diversion to keep Hameln from searching the building they are in. At this point, they have the high ground. So far Riley has not met up with the kids on the roof yet. This left Amanda pretty worried.

“Riley should be behind us by now.” Wooly acknowledged.

“Yea, they should be.” Amanda concurred. “I'm worried that something went wrong down there.”

“I'm a little worried as well, but they should know what they are doing. Lets just carefully try to get to the car with shaun.”

“You're probably right. Let's go.”

Amanda looked around to see if she could Find where Shaun parked just by the shape of the rooftop. Amanda pointed to the direction she believed the car should be at, and maneuvered quietly towards it. Both are almost near the edge of the rooftop before Amanda feels a hand being placed on her shoulder. It felt too big and defined to be Wooly’s hand. Amanda gasped as she turned around to find out that it was Riley that snuck up on them. That also made Wooly jump.

“Shhhhh. Sorry guys.” Riley whispered. “Just got a code message from my radio that it's not safe to go to the car right now. Sorry to keep you guys waiting.”

“Riley. I don't know whether I should be ticked off that you scared me, or to be thankful that you are okay.” she whispered back.

“You can decide on that later. We should scout for what is happening. Maybe we will catch on to their conversations relating to anything we need.”

“Alright. Let's do that.” Wooly replied “let's head over to where the entrance is from the roof. Maybe Hameln parked over there to guard the entrance.”

They creeped over to the desired spot and peeked over the edge, and spotted a few people in work attire working by the truck labeled with the company logo of a vibrant pink rat. They listen in on their conversation.

“Who decided that we should be the one to find three of our targets again”? The first Hamelin employee asked the second one.

“The head of this operation apparently” the second replied. “And he said there were four”

“I'm sure he said three.”

“It's four. I'm certain”

“Three.”

“Four”

Their unethical argument brought out the third Hameln employee who had a small device of sorts on one side of her ear and eye. “He said that three of the targets are here, but the fourth entered this area. Be professional guys.”

“Sorry madam” the first one told the third.

“The fourth one was that dude in the car, right?”

“I thought so too, but he could be some junkie just trying to go on a trip in peace. The other guys are checking to make sure that he isn't involved.”

“So, who is the fourth?”

“One of our experiments, specifically the Entity Wooly was originally bonded to.”

“Seriously? It’s working with them now?”

“It disappeared soon after we arrived. I sent the Husk rats to target the other three, but they seem to have lost their trail already.”

Visible frustration showed upon the second one. “We could have gotten that experiment locked up for The Complete Merging in the first place.”

“Well, at least we had summoned a new demonic organism to fuse with that Wooly character right?” the first employee questioned

“Sort of, but that could be an issue. because it wasn't the one it bonded to for a long time like the other one did, it caused the Sheep to share the features of the new demon. Who knows how unstable he, or it, could be.”

“The other one you were talking about is Amanda, right?” the first quizzes the other.

“Well, pardon me for not knowing my characters.”

“There are only two of them. Three if you counted ChickenScratch the Opossum”

“There's a third now?” the second shouted

“Focus guys” the third shouted “you both are supposed to be doing our jobs.”

“But Harry isn't doing anything”

Another worker, assuming to be Harry, poked his head out of the passenger seat “I'm on my lunch break guys.”

Completely ignoring Harry, the first requested “anyways, I have one more concern.”

“Go ahead.”

“If the Hellhound could transform and control the sheep, won’t the Entity do the same to Amanda as well?”

“It shouldn’t in theory. The entity has bonded with Amanda consciously long enough to be completely one with her through The Complete Merging process without side-effects or any other issues for us. in other words They are completely one being now.”

“You said in theory. Is that a maybe or…?”

The third one scowled at first “it is only a calculated prediction. As long as she doesn’t figure it out, then our odds should be in our favor that she won't turn into her own entity.”

This truth Amanda overheard left her In utter shock. She had no idea how to process this discovery. They all came to the library to figure out Hamelin’s plan with wooly, but instead they got more than what was planned. Amanda felt like she knew too much too soon, or at least it wasn't what she wanted to hear. She felt choked up, but she can't make a sound or she will alert the employees below.

“Ok, clearly they already left the library” the third announced “lets scout the perimeter. They haven't gotten that far if they left on foot.”

“About time. I'm tired of waiting.” the second replied.

“It's only been three minutes. Quit giving me excuses to have you be let go.”

Amanda and the others ducked down so they aren't seen by gathering Employees and Husk rats.

“Come on get moving you charred, oversized rodents.” A new Voice demanded “ now is not the time to stop for nothing.”

Eventually, there were no more footsteps and shutting car doors that could be heard. Only starting engines instead.

“Want a bite?” Harry offered someone “it's pretty good”. Amanda then heard a sound of something small in a paper wrapper hitting the gravel. “My churro.” he whimpered.

They finally heard the trucks and vans drive away from the library. They remained Hiding until they could no longer hear any signs of them.

“Ok, it's safe to say that we can return to the car now.” Riley informed the kids. “Did you guys catch what they said?”

“Yea, I did, and I wrote it down.” Wooly claimed, showing the pen and paper in his hand. “ I got these things from inside the library before we went up here in case something like that happens. I’m somewhat happy with what I learned, but… I don't think Amanda feels the same way. ”

Amanda stayed silent, doing her best to contain her emotions.

“You okay there kiddo” Riley asked

Amanda walked up to Riley and hugged them, gripping onto the fabrics so as to not let go of the comfort she really needed. Sniffling, she requested one more thing from Riley. “I want to go home!”

“Oh…yea, of course. That's what we are gonna be doing right now. Come on, let’s get off the roof.” Riley promised as they crouched so Amanda could hang onto them securely like a backpack. Riley found the ladder that led down from the roof. As they went down, Wooly followed until they got back to Shaun’s car. Amanda was dropped off onto the back seat with Wooly while the adults talked.

“How did you handle that shaun?” Riley Wanted to know.

“It was nerve racking Riley, but thank god I have improvised.”

“What did you do to not have them suspect you?”

“I Accidentally left some white button mushrooms in the car from last night’s groceries. Can't believe they got shriveled up from being in the car all day. When those guys were approaching, I just put them in a resealable plastic bag and told them that they were another kind of mushroom I was trying out. They didn't even think twice about it, probably because they don't want to interview a hippie. Either way, it worked surprisingly well.”

“Clever. I'm glad all those strategic games finally worked out in our favor.”

Wooly chipped in with a question “Cool, but what do you mean by… ”

“Nevermind that. Let's head home”

After all of that, they drove away from the library while trying to not be seen by the employees scouting from their vehicles. They even made sure they weren't being followed by them before driving home. They were pretty lucky…for tonight.

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“phew! man, it is nice to be home after that crazy night.” Wooly announced as he barged through the bedroom Door. he still can't get over the fact that he faced his ex-demon, although he did it with persuasion tactics. It distracted him from the fact that he had something to do first after settling in, but thankfully Riley made sure to remind him a few minutes later.

“Have you already brushed your teeth?” Riley asked

“Oh no, I haven't. Sorry about that.”

“No need to apologize Wooly. Just Brush those canines so they don't bite back at ya.”

Wooly chuckled a bit from Riley’s cheesy joke before grabbing his Hygiene kit and heading to the bathroom.

He arrived at the bathroom not knowing that Amanda was already in it. She stared at herself in the mirror, seemingly checking for noticeable features of the Demon. Nothing is really different from before the library mission, but she is still visibly bothered by what she has eavesdropped. She even looked at her hand to see if she had any demonic traits on them. She was only able to notice Wooly’s presence when Amanda saw him in the reflection, which made her jump.

“Ah! Wooly, you could have said something.”

“Sorry Amanda. Still roughed up about the trip are you?”

“Well, just so you know, it had nothing to do with your other demon.”

“I thought so. I didn't want to assume anything, but is it about what those workers have said, specifically about you?”

“I would say that it is none of your business, but it seems like we have been in the same boat ever since…well, everything involving that unholy company.”

“Heh, yea. So, are you ok with sharing how you are feeling?” wooly asked, sorta doubting that she would. Wooly used to have a history of just brushing everything off as something that is fine, and it's hard to know if Amanda believes she could open up to Wooly again. But Wooly doesn't want Amanda to spend the rest of her night with worry. It bothered him that Amanda spent the whole ride back home remaining silent. Wooly hoped to at least let her talk about it to him so she could feel at least better than right now. Despite Wooly’s doubts, Amanda did share her thoughts.

“Yea, to be honest, I did think that some sort of ritual was involved in bringing us here, but I never thought I would become my own demon, the tradeoff of being in this…i don't know… fabric of existence…or something. There are so many things to worry about, like… What if it is still conscious in me and is restless to get out? What if it does take control over me and I end up hurting you guys? What if I transform at the wrong time? What if It gets worse?”

“Amanda, let me do the worrying. I'm the one who usually worries.” Wooly joked blunderingly. Amanda sighed as she rolled her eyes at that blunt comment. That gesture made him feel that that comment was pretty insignificant. “Oh…um forget about what I just said. What I wanted to say is that… I felt that way as well with Wace, and even he knows it. But now, thanks to you and your friends, we became better. And I hope the same goes for you too.”

Amanda’s brows unfurrowed from listening to Wooly’s better response.

Wooly decided to add “Heck, maybe, despite the fact your demons are pretty much one with you now, it might not infect you as negatively. But if it does, i'll tell you one thing: like how you never gave up on me when I had to deal with my demon, I will do the same for you too. Even though I might suck at showing it, with me being sheepish (heh heh), it's the best I can do for you.”

“I don't think you would suck at it,Since you went face to face with your original demon, but I really appreciate that. If I had to find the upside to this, At least I will likely understand what hell you are going through more than ever.”

“That's true... wait, what do you mean by ‘more than ever’?”

“Well, remember that question that you asked back before that rat problem interrupted us back where we first stayed?”

Wooly tried to process what question she was referring to, and he remembered what she asked her. “Oh yea, I asked why you still went all that way to give me another chance.”

“Yea, that. I started to sympathise with your issues of being bonded with some monster. I still remembered when i First saw my horrifying creature when it first showed up. Besides, Being linked to the entity outside of the television is somewhat similar, except you really are one with it. Now The same goes for me.”

“That's a pretty good explanation for your choice. Well, so far there aren't any signs of the entity’s effects surfacing thankfully.”

“Well, I didn't know if dreams or nightmares actually counted as a sign.”

“You had dreams about it too? When?”

“The night before this one. I didn't really think it meant anything, or I was hoping it didn't. I'm sorry I didn't tell any of you guys.”

“Don't worry about it. It's water under the bridge by now. I think I grew a bit more as a character after that faceoff with my previous demon. Anyways, if you're okay with me asking, what was that dream about?”

“Where should I start?”. She paused for a moment. “From what I remembered, I think I was seeing through the many eyes of the entity, and it were different memories. Memories of things that it had done when we were in the tapes. It attacked some people and it took from others, including lives. It was horrible that it was summoned as a part of me while it served the purpose of whatever twisted motives Hameln desired. Why did I let it do those things? I could have kept it from hurting people, yet I allowed it to happen. Will something like that happen to me too? Will you keep me from doing something like that?”

Wooly felt heartbroken hearing that from Amanda. A reminder that she was a kid when all of this happened to her. Wooly knows that she was broken, and she needs the glue to not only hold her together, but to make her strong again. And the best place to start is to give her confidence in herself.

“I Will try, but I doubt you would make bad decisions anymore.” Wooly said with consideration. “You're a smart kid, and Hameln is to blame for our wrongdoings. I trust that you know better than I have now.”

Amanda smiled through her tears, nodding to show that she trusts Wooly’s words. Amanda wiped away her tears and continued to process her own memories. “You know what? Another thing that was in Its memories is how it was with your entity. It seemed like it was either angry or afraid, maybe both. it bothered me that it behaved strangely in its presence, and I don't know why it is that way with it. Had it told you why when you spoke to it.”

“Well, it hasn't told me anything that could answer that, but I can tell you another thing. It seemed pretty scared of Hameln too, and I assumed that it had been recently. It told me that it was wrong to serve the cult after seeing what happened to yours. That's why it stayed in hiding from them. I wasn't sure what it meant by that and I would tell you about it when we got home, but it seemed like the coworkers confirmed it before I could theorize it.”

Amanda gave a small smirk for only a few seconds. “I guess we don't have to worry about that memory then. At least we know for sure that your monster is no longer the threat, But what about mine?”

“We just have to find out what happens next. But for now, let's get ready for bed. It's already long past our bedtime. We can talk about it more tomorrow.”

“Alrighty Wooly, you're right. I have almost talked your ear off.” Amanda humored before getting ready to brush her teeth. “Anyways, Thank you for listening.”

“You're welcome, and thank you for sharing.” Wooly assures before finally brushing his teeth with Amanda. After that talk, He felt a bit closer to Amanda emotionally and spiritually, and judging by her beaming look, it seems the same goes for Amanda. Wooly realized more than ever how important it is to truly be aware of understanding your best friend’s emotions. It's probably the closest thing to real human connection for him. He now wished that he left the tapes with Amanda sooner, but thankfully, he is free from the company’s demands now. Wooly yearned to spend the rest of his adventure living the best of his life, once he and his best friend are finally free from the cult’s wrath. That is going to be something he promises to do.

After brushing his teeth, Wooly spat out the minty froth into the sink. He then washed his face with a warm wet cloth, which felt refreshing when it no longer felt grimey with dried sweat and whatever stuck on it. After finishing his bedtime routine with Amanda, he followed her out of the bathroom, finally ready to plop down onto his cozy bed.

“By the way,...” Amanda asked “what was your first dream about the Hellhound like?”

“Well, actually,...” wooly noted “I think i had two.”

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#amanda the adventurer #wooly the sheep #hell's sheep au #story #riley park #TW: mushrooms mentioned but not used #let me know if i shoud keep warnings like these

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For the Spotify wrapped game, if I may be so bold – 23 with the Silvermoon Triumvirate? <:3c

23. Waxahatchee, MJ Lenderman - Right Back to It

Rommath has been burned countless times before: it has not made him prone to trust. If anything, it has made him prone to subterfuge, to scheming, to keeping his plans under wrap so no one may throw a wrench in them, to studying his allies like pieces on the opposite side of the chessboard. It has kept him alive this long.

Sometimes, he gets too deep into his own shadow and starts to wonder: why bother with the rest of them? Why not drive this plan like a blade through their hearts, since they would stand in his path anyway? (These thoughts most often happen when he has not slept for a very long time).

He approaches their meeting room with clenched teeth, his eyes sharp like he might need to see a hidden dagger coming. He throws his legislature on the table like a challenge or a duel.

Lor'themar riffles through the pile of paper with interest, nodding as he does. Halduron reads over his shoulder and comments aloud, puntuated by Lor'themar's wordless noises of agreement:

"This is really clever. What do you propose we do about the Merchant Guild, though?"

Lor'themar points at a line, a small crease between his eyebrows. "The wording there leaves some clear loopholes--here, Halduron, pass me the quill. Rommath, we can make notes on this, yes?"

His shoulders slump as he lets out a sigh, faint enough they will not hear it (but know it anyway for what it is: relief).

He forgets this. That they are on his side and he on theirs--that they will be there as long as he lets them, waiting for him halfway.

"Don't you dare, Lor'themar," he deadpans, taking a seat. "Don't force me to squint at your interline chickenscratch later on--take another page, for Light's sake."

#asks #nattvingen #writing #spotify wrapped #you MAY be so bold. actually you MUST #this one was inspired by the fact that iirc rommath is written like he's one dialogue from turning into a villain at all times #except he never does #he just has resting betrayal face #i love them... my favorite coworkers

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justsigma-bsd · 1 year ago

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OOC: Headcanons Part 1!

While he's anything but picky, he likes anything sweet with a preference for cookies, cakes and brownies.

->His absolutely favorite are chocolate chip cookies.

Has a hard time dropping things like "Mrs", "Mr", "Sir", etc. when it comes to authority figures. On the other hand, he asks people to just call him by name.

->Also calls people he doesn't know very well or respects a lot "Mrs", "Mr", "Sir", etc.

His handwriting looks either fancy, or like chickenscratch, no inbetween.

->Mostly the fancy handwriting is when he concentrates on not messing up the spelling.

He stress bakes sometimes, but he also bakes when he has nothing better to do.

->He tends to make too much, so most of the time he has enough to share.

Once, while still working at Sky Casino, he dyed his hair entirely purple because he got insecure about the fact that it just naturally looks like that and people sometimes stared.

->He hated it with a passion, but luckily it washed out after a month.

#ada sigma #sigma bsd #headcanons #sigma headcanons

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steddie-as-they-come · 1 year ago

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blame it all on human nature - chapter 5

ao3 link || part one

☆Tuesday, April 8th, 1986☆

Eddie takes his normal seat at the lunch table, swinging his legs into his chair. Like ducklings, the kids file in around him.

“Whatcha got there, Baby Byers?” Eddie asks, as Will sets something carefully on the other end of the table. Eddie can’t really see what it is.

“Finished your DM screen.” Will explains. “Just gotta wait for it to dry now.”

“Shit, really? Lemme see!” Eddie hops up and circles the table. The thin wooden screen looks much different than he’s used to, but it still looks magical. Instead of glossy black, Will’s decorated it with painted symbols in different colors, glowing like they’re about to come to life.

Eddie lets his hand hover above the paint, not daring to touch the wet paint and ruin it. “Looks incredible, Will.” he says. “You’re a great artist.”

“Thanks.” Will says, and Eddie crosses back to his seat.

“When are we gonna play the campaign?” Dustin asks. “I have an idea for my character already!”

“Oh, really?” Eddie waves at Robin as he sees her enter the cafeteria with some of her band friends, and about half the kids follow his example. The girl she’s walking next to gives her a weird look, probably wondering why Known Ex-Wanted Man Eddie Munson and the entire nerdy freshman population are waving at her.

She waves back.

Eddie refocuses on the table. “You can tell me about your characters now, if you’ve got ideas.” He shuffles papers around in his disaster area of a backpack. “I think I’ve got extra character sheets in here.”

He passes out the sheets to the kids, watching them all get to work. Dustin starts immediately scribbling. Wow, he wasn’t kidding when he said he had ideas for his character. Will and El bow their heads together over their papers, and Will looks like he’s explaining some stuff to El. Mike and Lucas talk together excitedly.

Eddie, for his part, starts scribbling notes to himself on his hand. Make NPCs, he scribbles. No, that’s too vague. He crosses it out. Make tavern NPCs, he adds. Better.

The familiar clicking noises of rolling dice make him jerk his head back up. Dustin’s got out his d20, rolling for various stats. Kid after my own heart, Eddie thinks to himself. Always keep a dice set on you.

Mike snatches Dustin’s d20, rolls for something on his own sheet, then tosses it back, scribbling whatever number he got down.

The harsh jangle of the bell jerks them all out of their D&D-induced trances, and Eddie says, “Keep those sheets and finish them up before you give them to me!” Dustin tosses his dice back into their plastic container and books it out of the lunch room, grinning and waving back at Eddie and the group as they all disperse, much more slowly.

Eddie can’t keep his mind off the campaign for the rest of the day. He pulls out a journal, sketching the different monsters he wants to try to incorporate. His chickenscratch penmanship is crammed around each doodle, a brief description to help him when he’s actually narrating the campaign. As each class passes, his hand turns more and more blue with inked words, reminders for later.

He’s not paying attention in class until he hears the dreaded words: “partner assignment”.

The room is basically empty nowadays, just like the rest of the school. Grant, Gareth, and Jeff weren’t the only ones who left. The school’s population has dropped by the dozens, maybe even hundreds by this point.

Eddie hunches over, hoping if he’s a small enough target, no one will want to be his partner and he’ll end up alone. Normally he’d be more confrontational, but he’s not looking to start anything and be forced to repeat the year for the fourth time.

Someone sits in the empty desk next to him. Eddie can’t see who they are, his hair’s in the way.

“You just gonna ignore me, or…?” comes a familiar voice, and Eddie almost cries with relief, tucking his hair out of the way.

“Birdie, thank god.” he says. “I was gonna do this assignment by myself. You’re my hero. I didn’t even realize you were in this class!”

Robin glares at him. “Okay, seriously? What is with people and not knowing I’m in their class? First Steve, now you?”

“I’m going to level with you, Buckley, I don’t even know what class this is.” Eddie informs her. “I knew you were in a class of mine, so that should give me a leg up on Harrington, right?”

Robin looks unamused. “Are you high?” she deadpans.

“One: how dare you, just because I don’t know where I am does not mean I am under the influence.” Eddie says in a dramatic whisper. “Two: no, I just wasn’t paying attention. Can’t even get weed anymore.”

Robin sits back. “Okay, are we gonna actually do this project? I think I brutally murdered the rest of my school friendships by coming over here.” She looks across the room, and sure enough, there’s two girls Eddie doesn’t recognize glaring at her.

“Of course we are!” Eddie says. “...what’s the project?”

“I’m gonna hit you with a car,” she informs him, and Eddie barks out a laugh.

Erica waves off Eddie’s offer of a blank campaign sheet for her character when they pick her up from the elementary school later that day. “I had my own because I was prepared.” she tells him, passing a piece of paper to him. “My character’s done.”

Eddie’s a bit taken aback. “Well then,” he says. “Good for you.” He takes it from her. “Can’t wait to play with you-” he consults the sheet. “Captain Saral Niserie.”

She scoffs, but Eddie thinks he sees a private, excited smile as she looks back out the window.

☆Thursday, April 10th, 1986☆

“We open in a tavern, settled in the middle of the forest.” Eddie says. He thinks he hears Dustin mumble something about cliches, and levels the little butthead with a glare before continuing. “There are no buildings around as far as you can see, and you are with your party. Starting with…” He places a little figurine on the table, watching Hawkin’s face (they’re an unfamiliar girl, maybe around his age, with short red hair right now) light up. “Hannah Rockebrook, a level eight human warlock.” Eddie walks her across the table and puts her on the board. “Hannah opens the door and ushers the group inside, smiling at the bartenders, a pair of half-elf twins.”

He nods to Dustin, who’s on his left, and Dustin begins to talk. “Zoi, my satyr sorcerer, orders a round at the bar and brings it to the table.” He looks at Eddie. “Can I roll for perception?” Eddie nods. “Seven, with a plus one, so that’s eight.”

“Zoi sees a poster on the wall and points it out to the group.” Eddie says. “Also, you lose ten gold for paying for the drinks.”

Erica, who’s next, says, “Saral Nisarie, my cleric selkie, reads it aloud.” She looks at Eddie, because, right, they don’t actually know what it says.

“Monster hunting!” Eddie announces. “Rewards handsomely for each monster your group kills!”

The group begins to chatter, and Eddie keeps hearing Dustin and Mike talk about how boring the campaign is already. They haven’t even played for longer than a few minutes!

Will bangs the table (Lucas’s miniature falls over, and El fixes it with a sharp jerk of her head). “‘I think we should do it!’ my dragonborn Lytlutyl announces.”

“Wait, wait, wait.” Eddie says. “Say that name again.”

Will sounds it out slowly. “Lee-tuh-loo-till.”

“Yeah, I’m not saying that every time.” Eddie deadpans. “Can you give her a nickname?”

Will rolls his eyes. “Fine. What about Lita?”

“Acceptable.” Eddie waves a hand. “Continue.”

The group goes around, introducing themselves. El’s chosen to play a ranger, a Drow named Atierith (Ah-tee-er-ith, nicknamed Rith at Eddie’s request) of House Tema. Mike’s a tiefling bard named Celan the Degenerate. Lucas is a wererat artificer, named Iros Wainwright.

They delay a little bit when Lucas insists on talking with the bartenders (named Ronan and Stella) about the monsters around and learning effectively nothing, but they do manage to make it out of the tavern before the first session’s close, which is more than Eddie had been expecting, to be honest.

Saral lights off Hand of Radiance, and her hand begins to glow so the party can see in the woods. They walk for in-game hours, unable to find the monsters Stella and Ronan insisted were everywhere.

“Wind blows through the trees.” Eddie says. “Uh, Will, make a perception check.”

Will grabs and rolls the d20. “Nat 20!” he cheers.

Well, Eddie wasn’t expecting that, but he supposes he can give it to them a little early. “Some of the trees aren't reacting to the wind. None of their branches are bending when the wind blows, unlike all the other trees.”

“Can I throw something at one?” Mike asks.

“Roll dexterity?”

Mike does. “Eleven, with a minus one, so that’s ten.” El makes a little aborted motion, as if reacting to the number, which Eddie doesn’t really get.

“That hits.”

“I pick up a rock and throw it at a tree.” Mike says.

Eddie mentally runs through who’s where. “Lucas, roll athletics?”

He does. “Fourteen.”

“The tree makes a swipe, narrowly missing you.”

“Mimic!” Dustin shouts, panicked, and Eddie grins evilly.

“As you all watch, eight trees begin to twist and crack, bending at their halfway points and planting their canopies on the ground like legs. The ground underneath you shudders and shakes.” He traces around their minifigures, splitting the group in half. “Saral, Celan, Rith, and Zoi, you get lifted into the air on the back of the monster. Hannah, Lita, and Iros, you’re stuck on the ground.”

“Can I cast Inflict Wounds?” Erica asks viciously.

Eddie looks down at his sheet. The monster’s got a defense of thirteen. “Roll for it?”

She does. “Nine?”

“Sorry, kid.” Eddie says. “The monster feels your attempt to hurt it and growls. The motion shakes its entire body, and you slip off.”

“Can I catch her?” Hawkins says urgently, appearing right between him and Dustin.

“Hannah moves to catch her.” Eddie says before Lucas can jump in, because he can see he’s about to. He picks up the d20 Dustin had picked out for him, black with red inked numbers, and rolls for athleticism.

“She got a seventeen!” Eddie says. “Hannah takes one point of damage from the catch, but Saral, you’re fine, and you land neatly in Hannah’s arms.”

Erica smiles smugly.

Will jumps in. “Can we try to cut down the tree legs from here?”

Eddie nods. “Go ahead.”

“Uh, Lita’s got an axe,” Will says, consulting his character sheet. “So she attacks the leg closest to her.”

“Roll strength?”

“Eight, saving throw adds two.”

“She gets about halfway through the trunk before the monster roars and flings her away. Take five hit points.” Eddie says, and Will marks it down.

The battle’s fun. More chaotic than Eddie’s used to, due to the sheer number of players at his table, but they manage to get through the fight with no deaths. El delivers the final blow, and the table goes wild as Eddie describes the monster curling up and shriveling away.

“There’s something red in the husk of what used to be the monster.” Eddie says, and everyone’s interest is immediately piqued.

“Iros goes to check.” Lucas says.

“Roll perception.”

Lucas winces. “Four.”

“It’s a person with curly hair in a red tunic.” Eddie says. Bare minimum. “They’re lying on their side, asleep.”

Dustin tilts his head, leaning forward. “Were they possessed? Were they turned into the monster?”

Eddie smiles evilly at him.

“Can you heal them, Erica?” Lucas asks.

Erica sneers at him, but rolls for it anyway. “Sixteen.”

“They sit up and groan. ‘What happened?’” Eddie says.

“‘You were a monster,’ Celan tells them.” Mike says. “‘We defeated you and you turned back into this. Can you tell us who did this to you?’”

“‘I don’t remember.’ they say. ‘I was sick, in my bed, and then I woke up here.’” Eddie claps his hands. “I think we gotta end it here for the night, guys.”

The kids all boo, but El sticks around at the end to thank him for the campaign. “It was fun.” she says.

“No problem, kid.” Eddie says. “Happy you like it.”

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #living hawkins au #steddie fic #steddie fanfiction #stranger things

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