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hey so you know i made that poll about a detroit muse? yeah i know. nevermind that

FOLLOW ME DETROYEET BEECOME HOOMAN CHILDREN.

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nxthiding‌:

     His gaze has veered off elsewhere. A jump, shoulders and knees, when she calls out with such high exuberance. Sammy’s turning his attention her way, the ball gripped right now, still on edge from the unexpected interaction. “… join?” Unless they were playing chase, like he often did with Billy at home, Sam wasn’t so sure what they’d be playing. Although, chase didn’t usually involve a ball like this one. The ball. He’s still holding it, and he feels bad. A small arm reaches to pass the toy back to her.

              ❛ Yeah, JOIN! Jessie and James are BUSY talking anyway!❜  Sasha replies. She’s ENTHUSIASTIC and KIND about it, taking the ball back once it was handed back to her.                ❛ Sometimes we play SOCCER with it, but other times we just throw it around in-- A circle. To each other! Like this! ❜  The young girl explains, taking three steps back and gently throwing the ball to him.

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     Sam looks just as frightened as she, wide eyes like a deer in headlights, startled from her quick glance up. And then she’s hesitant like he, and Sammy didn’t mean to frighten her. A sinking feeling in his tummy, not wanting her to have hurt feelings now. He can see that she’s flustered, the wrong color chosen before handed over. He’s leaning over the table, have to climb up on knees to reach across to grab the desired crayon. Stubborn fingers brush against hers before grabbing on to the wax. “Sorry,” a soft, desperate apology, for having sent her into a nervous frenzy.

Once he’s grabbed the crayon she can HEAR him say something. A SORRY? An APOLOGY? She doesn’t understand WHY. He’s done nothing, he’s been POLITE for all Holly’s knowledge. It’s STRANGE to her, saying SORRIES for small things. For nothings. The small Wheeler girl SHAKES her head softly, gaze going back to pay attention to her ART, hands SCRIBBLING on the paper with the black crayon now.             ❛ No problem.❜  She speaks QUIETLY, thinking for a second before adding.             ❛ T---Tell me if you NEED another one.❜

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byersxbrother‌:

     “Yeah for sure,” Jonathan nodded along with encouragement as Will continued to explain his missing colors predicament. A light glance over to his brother, the pleased smile on the kiddo’s face, the pleased eyes. It made a similar, PROUD smile grow across Jonathan’s lips.

     Awed eyes watched as Will continued to flip through the well loved sketchbook pages. But the glint in his eye stopped, the same as Will hesitated along the page. It was… DIFFERENT.  Tortured, dark, full of pain and inner reflection. But still beautiful. Intricate, thought out, well pieced. TALENT, either way. 

     Things had grown silent. The quiet echo of music like a faint past. The moment between the two brother’s heavy with something else. Too fast is the page once again being changed, passed over as if to forget the briefly solemn moment. 

     A quiet nod, along to Will’s basic explanation. The bright pages similar to MANY more Jonathan had seen plenty of times. But he couldn’t get his mind off the other. The last one. But he can hear the dead voice, the loss of exuberance and energy previously emitted from his brother. He hates to let it continue, bring it back. But curiosity kills. “… go back.”

             ❛ What? Why?���  Will asks, caught OFF GUARD by Jonathan’s request. He would think the PREVIOUS art piece makes the BOTH of them incredibly UNCOMFORTABLE. That NONE of them wanted to SEE that. To go back and THINK about all of the things that happened to them the past months. The things they had to GO THROUGH. Even the music STOPS. The player reaches it’s END, and there is now SILENCE in the room after the click of the machine. Nonetheless, the younger Byers boy’s hand grabs the edge of the sheet, flipping it BACK to where it was a few moments before. Back to the people erased onto the page. Back to their PAIN. Their DISTRESS. Their FEAR. Every NEGATIVE emotion that you could possibly SQUEEZE into one piece of art.                ❛ It was--- Not an EASY night.❜  He says, voice slightly CHOKED on. He knows what it’s ALL ABOUT. And he’s SURE Jonathan does as well. And he’s ASHAMED. Ashamed he can’t FORGET about that one time. Ashamed he can’t FORGIVE himself for what his hands have done to their mother.

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     Jonathan waited, watched patiently as the little one - with great effort - made her way up next to him. He even shifted a bit on the cushions to make more room. Then she’s leaning over, drawing his eyes back to the rather INTRICATELY - for her age - drawn picture. Her explained details - even though a lot of them didn’t make a WHOLE LOT of sense, but whatever - were quite precious. He’s nodding along to the different aspects. The lake made sense - Nancy always mentioned it. The people too - though he’d expected Mr. Wheeler to be there rather than himself. “Oh- THAT one’s me?” He’s pointing to the figure she’d ended on, again trying to make sense of its features. But it wasn’t TOO FAR of a stretch. He supposed. “Maybe,” he nodded to her suggestion of tagging along. Of all things ‘boyfriend’ involved, he’d only really gone as far as joining Nancy’s family for dinner the few times. 

            ❛ Yes! We are having FUN-- And SWIMMING-- Mommy always makes some SANDWICHES with Nancy before--- And FRESH JUICE--❜  She explains the usual going of these FAMILY TRIPS with great ENTHUSIASM. Clearly, she ENJOYED them a lot.              ❛ Mike and Nancy SPLASH each other-- And I usually help Mike-- You could be on TEAM NANCY! So she has a CHANCE as well.❜  Holly giggles along, holding the piece of paper in front of herself with tiny arms. She SPECTATES it for a little, takes in all of her MASTERPIECE before placing it in Jonathan’s lap.               ❛ Here, I’ll give it to you! You can keep it and-- Remember we are going to do it the summer! And don’t forget about it.❜  The little girl explains with a BIG, WARM smile.

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Green hues focus on his friend, a genuine smile painted on his lips. he again greets his friend with a wave, giving an understanding nod.                                    “o-oh, that muh-makes sense..” turns out they had the same idea, although he was surprised Richie wasn’t here before him. “t-they’re coming l-later, I-I thought i’d guh-get an early start.

"d-do you want t-to play a round of pac man?”

            ❛ Sure! At least NONE of us will be alone until the others come along.❜  Will agrees, going to open the door for the both of them. He can’t BELIEVE that both they and the losers chose to come to the arcade at the SAME time. He won’t be BORED until they come after all. The place always SMELLED and LOOKED the same, just a FAMILIAR and welcoming environment for him to come to. FORGET about his worries. About all that happened these past years.               ❛ How have you been, though? You--- Feelin ALRIGHT?❜

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daayaan‌:

The door opens and Rohini comes face to face with someone she hasn’t expected. With someone she, truth be told, doesn’t know. Instinctively, she covers the 014 on her wrist with the sleeve of her blouse.

Rohini doesn’t know what the other is doing here but she’d be lying if she said that she doesn’t feel some sort of relief by having someone turn up at her doorstep who looks like her. It just feels right.

“Hi.” Rohini runs a hand through her hair. “I don’t know her personally but I’ve…I’ve seen her ‘round town. Heard some things.” Some whispers. Rumors, really. “Jane’s a pretty name.”

Kali is caught OFF GUARD by the person that answers the door. She might have come to the WRONG address. Wrong STREET, or something. Yet somehow still JUST RIGHT -- As the other female seems to KNOW just who she is talking about. Without even saying the NAME of who she is looking for. Just by the TITLE. A sister.              ❛ Do you know where I could FIND her?❜  She asks, undeniably intrigued by the other’s KNOWLEDGE.               ❛ It is, but --- I didn’t even SAY I was looking for Jane-- HOW did you know?❜

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herangelic‌:

     nancy understands he’s tired of being treated like glass. she takes a seat on the sofa after taking her shoes off and leaving them near the front door. she’s been wondering about will, how he’s been coping since the ‘ mind flayer ’. but she also knows he has to be tired of talking about it with everyone he passes. nancy pats a spot next to her for him to sit. “ they just care about you, will. that’s where it comes from. ”

Will goes to sit next to Nancy, hands RESTING on his knees. He is playing with his FINGERS, hazel eyes fixated on them. It’s not that he was NERVOUS around Nancy, or anything. It’s just --- It was still so STRANGE to express his feelings. HATING feeling like this.              ❛ I know they do. I just kind of WISH they didn’t.❜  He speaks finally, biting down on his lower lip.               ❛ I mean--❜  Voice crack- ❛ I almost KILLED mom. I almost hurt her to a point of NO-RETURN. That’s not something SMALL that you would GLIDE over and not CARE about it. It’s not something you just--- FORGIVE.❜

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perfecttensed‌:

       he listens to Will, searching for any explanation. he didn’t want to seem stupid to his friend. his hand moves to Will’s shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze as he waits for the explanation he needs to further answer the boy’s question.

“it WAS the best thing.. if it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be where i’d be today. who knows, I might have been more of a loser than I am today… and sure, there’s el, but she isn’t you, will. nobody an beat how I feel about you.”

            ❛ ----What do you MEAN?--- Feel about me?❜  Will asks FURTHER. He REALIZES he is probably being too NOSY and getting at his friend’s NERVES already. But he wanted to MAKE SURE. Make sure that Mike felt the SAME way, too. As SILLY as it sounded. He probably just saw Will as his BEST FRIEND. Nothing more. Of course, it made the Byers boy SAD. But he would UNDERSTAND. 

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There was a slight glance in the man’s direction as he spoke, but she’s quick to turn her head away once more. She couldn’t risk someone realizing she was that kid who went missing, the one who’s mother abandoned her when Addy came back and was hospitalized. After all, it’s not like she could explain any of what happened. Still, she chose to respond to the man. Maybe if she did, he’d leave her alone. “I guess…” she mumbled, keeping her head down. To her, the end of the year only meant she had a few more months of trying to hide from the bitter cold. 

Dominic takes a hit from his cigarette yet again - INHALING it before breathing the smoke out. He could SENSE she was UNEASY, he’s developed quite a WAY of seeing through people. Understanding them WITHOUT said words.             ❛ You know, I’ve LOST my son. For eleven whole years. He was barely a TODDLER when his mother took him.❜  He starts, staring at the falling snow.             ❛  Then LAST YEAR, he magically SHOWED UP. I thought he was DEAD. At least, that’s what they TOLD me. And he asked me---- Dad, why didn’t you WANT me? Why’d you LEAVE me? Mom said you didn’t WANT me.--- That wasn’t the case. His mother took him away from me WITHOUT right.❜  Dominic continues, dropping his cigarette and stepping on it before looking at her again.               ❛ What I’m TRYING to say is --- I KNOW what happened with you and your mother. UNFORTUNATELY so, not every parent is an angel. Not how a PARENT should be. But LIFE will make it up. Sooner or later.❜

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femlette‌:

(   @tradedhope​   ♥’d   )   –   for alexander,  from diem !!

       “ Mister Harper may not be the most exciting man ever, but that does not mean people should talk during his lectures, “   Diem gripes. Being a foreign student was hard enough;  being a foreign student with limited English having to hear over others was pushing the line a little for her.       

He looks over - Blond locks jiggling as blue eyes focus on her. Oh. He’s see her before, RIGHT? Is she the student from ABROAD? She must be. Her ACCENT sort of gives it away. Alex lets out a soft ‘uh’ voice, scratching his chin.               ❛ Right. Sorry. --Didn’t mean to INTERRUPT. ---Are you having TROUBLE? Would you like my notes?❜  Truth is, the boy was so TALKATIVE on Mr. Harper’s class cause he was class first. He already KNEW all of what he was talking about. All that was in the BOOK. In the NOTES.

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femlette‌:

(   @tradedhope​   ♥’d   )   –   for will,  from jeanie !!

       “ If you’re trying to spook me, you’ve got’a try a lot harder than that! “

           ❛ Guess it was pretty LAME, huh? I’m not good at this SCARING business.❜

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boybard‌:

dustin  was  starting  to  finally  drift  off  ,  finding  it  hard  to  sleep  since  last  halloween  .  will  was  better  now  ,  and  the  two  of  them  wanted  to  have  a  sleepover  at  dustin’s  home  ,  which  wasn’t  a  bad  idea  .  only  with  the  fact  that  a  few  months  ago  ,  his  cat  was  murdered  in  the  far  corner  of  the  room  they  were  staying  in  .

his  eyes  were  barely  able  to  focus  on  the  comic  anymore  ,  head  starting  to  loll  to  the  side  .  he  doesn’t  know  will  is  shivering  ,  he  can’t  tell  .  to  him  the  boy  is  just  sleeping  ,  better  than  dustin  is  at  the  time  .

just  as  he’s  about  to  fall  asleep  ,  just  as  he’s  about  to  give  in  ,  will  starts  to  whisper  to  him  .  dustin  ,  barely  conscious  nods  softly  and  gets  up  ,  going  to  grab  an  extra  blanket  .  ‘  are  you  okay  ?  ’  he  asks  trying  to  rub  his  eyes  softly  .

He has to ADMIT --- He feels bad. As he sits up and a balled up fist rubs on his tired eyes he can see that Dustin is moving SLOWLY, he probably was SLEEPING already, or at the very LEAST about to fall asleep. Trying to fall asleep. Based on the comic book still on the bed.              ❛ Yeah. Sorry, I just- The AFTER-----FEELINGS.❜  Will replies short and sweet. QUIET. Trying not to bother the STILLNESS of the home too much. Trying not to make the BOTH of them so WIDE AWAKE as he felt now. Will then takes the blanket from his friend, wrapping it and the other one he already had TIGHT around his shoulders, holding it together at his neck.               ❛ Did I wake you up? I’m sorry. You can-- Go back to sleep if you want.❜

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femlette‌:

(   @tradedhope​   ♥’d   )   –   for holly,  from  sarah !!

       “ —Feel like having anything specific for dinner tonight, Holly? “

           ❛ I don’t know. Something UNHEALTHY. Don’t want to care about calories tonight. Maybe some Dennys? Some pancakes. And fries. Definitely feeling something SWEET.❜

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@femlette and I went crazy with starters so here this is

Gabriel for whoever you awnt jdfnbjn i’m bad at this

           ❛ ---And that’s the story of how I BURNT DOWN the entire kitchen, BROKE the windows in the living room, and got KICKED OUT of home. Then ended up HERE. I can’t say it wasn’t WORTH it, was a pretty good time until it LASTED.❜

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femlette‌:

(   @tradedhope​   ♥’d   )   –   for kali,  from wendy !!

       “ —Seems a little risky to head out right now, don’t’cha think? .. “   Not that she was trying to dictate Kali. Her tone suggests she’s only concerned.

Brown eyes FIX on her. She knows EXACTLY what Wendy is talking about. Not even a full 12-hours since their last.. ACTION and she wants to go out. It’s everything BUT safe. She could get RECOGNIZED. And then FOLLOWED. Blow their COVER. Get all of them KILLED.             ❛ Yeah. True. But SOMEBODY’S gotta do it. We are hungry, AREN’T we? And I am the most likely to SUCCEED. We can’t just- STARVE.❜