#dimension hopper system

[en8y]

[IMAGE ID: two horizontal flags with nine stripes; each flag has a simple, outline icon of an abandoned house in the center. the middle stripe is twice as large as the rest of them, which are equally sized. the first flag has these top three colors: warm brown, warm yellow, and orange-pink. the second flag has these top three colors: purple-pink, deep pink, and bright light green. each flag has these bottom six stripes: light tan, off-white, light tan, very light dull green, light cool grey, and light dusty purple. END ID.]

dihopliminalic: a gender connected to being a liminal dimension hopper; this gender is connected to liminal places, liminal aesthetics, dimension hopper aesthetics, dimension aesthetics, and althood/dimhood!

darliminalic: a gender connected to being a liminal darling; this gender is connected to liminal places, liminal aesthetics, darling aesthetics, lovecore aesthetics, and dasimhood!

@radiomogai @liom-archive @obscurian @revenant-coining @gender-mailman

#dihopliminalic #darliminalic #dimension hopper system #darling system #liminal spaces #dimensen #datesime #mogai gender #mogai coining #gender coining #tech.png

[its-me-renmimi]

Branchoisen & Dimhopbranchois

Branchoisen - A gender under the dimensen umbrella related to infinite parallel and/or alternate realities branching off from one’s own based off of the choices one makes.

Dimhopbranchois - A gender in the dimension hopper system; being a dimension hopper of branching universes. They are connected to branching universes, branching universes aesthetics, dimension hopper aesthetics, dimension aesthetics, and althood / dimhood. 

Day 5 (Dec 14th): A gender within your fav gender system that fits your blorbo's "vibes" | @mousesquared Tagging: @revenant-coining / @rescanwriter / @gamercod

Think you know what characters inspired these terms? Feel free to send me your guesses! Any time from now until ~5 days after the end of the event (Dec 24th 2023) ^^

#blorbosquared 2 #Tape Side D (PTO) #mogai #mogai safe #mogai flag #lgbtqia+ safe #lgbtqia #blast from a retro past | my creations #gender #dimensen #dimension hopper system #Branchoisen #Dimhopbranchois #id in alt #| hi i love the dimensen umbrella sm & knew i was legally obligated to pick them for this <2

[revenant-coining]

Dihopboy, Natanboy, Naturboy, and Playmaboy

[ pt: Dihopboy, Natanboy, Naturboy, and Playmaboy ]

[ IDs in alt text ]

Dihopboy / Dihopman / Dihopguy: a gender in the dimension hopper system; a gender connected to being a boy/man/guy dimension hopper. this gender is connected to being a boy/man/guy (-aligned / -adjacent ), boy/man/guy pride, dimension hopper aesthetics, dimension aesthetics, and althood / dimhood.

Natanboy / Natanman / Natanguy: a gender in the natant system; a gender connected to being a boy/man/guy natant. this gender is connected to being a boy/man/guy (-aligned / -adjacent ), boy/man/guy pride, natant aesthetics, water aesthetics, and enhood / nalhood.

Naturboy / Naturman / Naturguy: a gender in the natural system; a gender connected to being a boy/man/guy natural. this gender is connected to being a boy/man/guy (-aligned / -adjacent ), boy/man/guy pride, natural aesthetics, instinctual aesthetics, and inhood / tinhood.

Playmaboy / Playmaman / Playmaguy: a gender in the playmate system; a gender connected to being a boy/man/guy playmate. this gender is connected to being a boy/man/guy (-aligned / -adjacent ), boy/man/guy pride, playmate aesthetics, playful aesthetics, and PLAYIN genders.

@radiomogai , @imawanokiwaaa , @rescanwriter , @gamercod

[ID: a pink line divider with a pink and purple sun in the middle. End ID]

#Dihopboy #Natanboy #Naturboy #Playmaboy #gender #neogender #dimension hopper #minalence #instinctant #PLAYIN #xenogender #dimension hopper system #natant system #natural system #playmate system #category: MINALENCE #category: DIMENSEN #category: INSTINCTANT #a beautiful star || creations #category: animals #category: nonhumans #category: genders

[en69y]

dihophypersexulic + darlihypersexulic

[IMAGE ID: two horizontal flags with nine stripes; each flag has a heart in two colors, the left side orange-pink, and the right side hot pink. it appears drippy. it is in the center. the middle stripe is twice as large as the rest of them, which are equally sized. the first flag has these top three colors: warm brown, warm yellow, and orange-pink. the second flag has these top three colors: purple-pink, deep pink, and bright light green. each flag has these bottom six stripes: peach, off-white, pastel orange, hot pink, medium warm purple, and dark cool purple. END ID.]

dihophypersexulic: a gender connected to being a hypersexual dimension hopper; this gender is connected to being hypersexual, hypersexual pride, hypersexual aesthetics, dimension hopper aesthetics, dimension aesthetics, and althood/dimhood!

darlihypersexulic: a gender connected to being a hypersexual darling; this gender is connected to being hypersexual, hypersexual pride, hypersexual aesthetics, darling aesthetics, lovecore aesthetics, and dasimhood!

colors referenced from/inspired by @epikulupu’s hypersexual flag!

op is hypersexual, and is allowed to cope in silly gender ways. don't clown on this post.

#dihophypersexulic #darlihypersexulic #minors dni #mogai after dark #18+ mogai #dimension hopper system #darling system #dimensen #datesime #hypersexual #mogai gender #mogai coining #gender coining #tech.png

[hbyrde36]

Times Like These (The Anniversary Edition)

CH 1 CH 2 Ch 3 Ch 4 Ch5 Ch 6 Ch 7 Ch 8 Ch 9 Ch 10

Chapter 11: Broken

WC: 4999 | AO3 link

The house was a flurry of activity, with everyone rushing around to make their final preparations as the clock ticked down to dusk when they would set off for Benny’s to put their plan into motion one last time. 

At least Eddie hoped this would be the last time. 

He didn’t see Steve again until they arrived at the old abandoned burger place and started unloading the sound system, speakers, and wire from the back of his van, stacking it all near the gate that led to the Upside Down. 

Hopper and Nancy stood guard with weapons drawn as he and Steve traversed back and forth into the other dimension, making sure everything was set up and ready to go for Robin and Chrissy to provide the distraction that would draw the bats away from Vecna’s lair.

They stole sideways glances at each other as they worked, not speaking or even properly making eye contact until El pulled them both aside to talk.

“It does not change much from your side of things, but I wanted to explain. I will not be piggybacking into Eddie’s mind. I will wait until Henry is distracted and go into his mind directly.”

Eddie tilted his head, impressed. It was a good idea to change tactics. “Like sneaking in the back door while he’s looking out the front. Okay, yeah, I get it.”

“Yes!” She agreed brightly. “Since he has seen in your mind and has an idea of our plan he will be looking for me in your memories, while I will be sneaking in through his.”

“So what do you need me to do?”

“You still need to think of some happy memories to hide in. The longer you keep him busy, the more time I have to get close before he realizes. The important thing is, you must keep moving, do not let him get too close. I will not be looking for you, so you will be on your own. Jonathan will signal Joyce again with the flashlight when it is time for Steve to pull you out.”

She held Eddie’s gaze firmly until he nodded his understanding, then turned to Steve. “But—If he starts to float, do not wait. Pull him out right away.”

Steve dipped his chin. “I will.” 

“What if you need more time?” Eddie asked. 

“I won’t.” She insisted, her tone leaving no room for argument.

All too soon it was time to separate, the goodbyes and good lucks a bit more somber this time around without the rest of the kids there to witness it.

Hopper gave Eddie an unexpected pat on the back before walking off with Joyce to share a private moment by the cars. Jonathan shook his hand, while Nancy gave him a warm smile and a squeeze on the arm before the two of them wandered off as well, keeping an eye on El while she waited for her dad.  

Robin was the next to approach, pulling him into a surprisingly tight hug, and whispering a quiet “good luck” before giving up her place to Chrissy and making her way over to where Steve stood.

Chrissy took him into her arms, rocking them side to side as she buried her face in his chest. He squeezed his eyes shut, breathing her in as he held her back, this precious girl, the only constant he’d really allowed himself to have this go around. She whispered soft words of encouragement to him, making him promise to stay safe while he did the same to her.

When they finally broke apart he found himself staring over her shoulder at the place where he and Steve had shared their own emotional goodbye in the last loop, the moment everything had changed, when he’d been cradled so gently in the other boy’s arms. 

It was the same spot where Steve stood now, holding Robin this time, as they too made quiet promises to each other to be careful, where he gave her his baby, his precious nail bat to protect herself with, because weapons would be of no use to him where they were going, wouldn’t help if and when Eddie started to float. 

“Remember, no matter what happens, one way or another I’ll see you on the other side.” Chrissy said, drawing his attention back.

He tried to smile at her, to nod, but the pit in his stomach wouldn’t allow for much more than a twitch of his upper lip. He took her hand instead, squeezed it. 

“See you on the other side, Chris.”

He looked up again to find Steve’s eyes on him now too, and they walked together in silence to Steve’s car, Joyce already waiting for them in the passenger seat. 

Eddie did his best to clear his head on the way to the Creel house, staring out the window as he cataloged the happiest moments of his life, pretending not to notice the way Steve kept trying to catch his eye in the rear view mirror.

To be extra safe, they parked Steve’s BMW behind the dilapidated house where it couldn't be seen from the street. There was no reason to think Jason would be out looking for them this time, but they were taking no risks. 

Before they parted in the front yard, her for the jungle gym across the street, and them for the attic where they suspected Vecna would be lurking on the other side, Joyce faced them both and smiled.  

“You can do this honey, I know you can,” she said, cupping Eddie’s cheek with one hand before doing the same to Steve with her other. “Take care of each other up there. I’ll come check on you after the final signal.”

-

Eddie could feel Steve's gaze on him again, the weight of it heavy, as they held their lamps aloft and carefully climbed the stairs to the attic. They had to be as quiet as possible, so as not to draw Vecna’s attention before the others were ready.

They took up positions by a window, leaning against the wall on either side of it so they could see out to where Joyce was waiting to signal them, and after a moment of eerie silence, where they could hear nothing but the barest of sounds emanating from both of their headphones, Steve pulled a notebook and pen out of the inner pocket of his jacket, scribbling something on it quickly before holding it out to Eddie.

Scared?

Eddie made no move to take the pad out of his hand, only stared down at the single word inked there in stark black on the white page. He swallowed hard, shrugging as he looked away from Steve’s penetrating stare. 

Of course he was scared, he wanted to say. He was fucking terrified. 

That their plan wouldn’t work—that it would. 

That he’d die and it would all start over again—that he’d die and it wouldn’t, no more 1ups, game over.

Steve pulled the notebook back to himself, flipped to a fresh page and wrote again, shoving both the pad and pen forcibly into Eddie’s hands, as if to say he wouldn’t take silence for an answer this time. 

Why didn’t you want me here?

Though they were more than fair, the words stung to see. 

God—Eddie had really fucked up, hadn’t he? And it wasn’t like this was the first time it occurred to him that he’d handled things badly this time around, he was well aware, but it was hitting him hard now as Steve stared at him, looking so hurt and angry. 

But what could he do? They were out of time for confessions or explanations. 

Eddie wrote back, knowing his short apology was entirely inadequate, but it was all he could offer under the current circumstances. 

I'm sorry, It’s complicated. 

Steve read the note with a clenched jaw, shaking his head.

The signal came then, three flashes through the window from Joyce, and Eddie was officially out of time. He met Steve’s wounded gaze and wished he’d been brave enough to do it all differently. 

At that moment Eddie made up his mind, and maybe it was a little—or a lot—too late, but he decided this was it, it was going to work this time. He could do this, El could do this, they could all do this. And when it was over he would tell Steve everything—all of it. From what they’d been to each other once—what he’d hoped they’d been at least—to how he felt about him now. He would hold nothing back, and whatever would be, would be. At least then he could say he’d tried.

Steve started to tuck the notepad away but Eddie reached out to grip his wrist, stopping him, and gently pried it out of his hand, jotting his last words down as quickly as he could. 

He pressed the pad of paper back into Steve’s grip, holding it for a few beats longer than necessary, letting their touch linger as he looked deep into Steve’s eyes one last time, pleading with him to understand. 

I AM sorry. Talk later? Let me explain?

Steve pursed his lips, face softening slightly as he took the words in. 

Suddenly there was another flash on the window, Joyce signaling them again with her light. They needed to hurry. 

Eddie gave Steve a sad smile, wordlessly removing his headphones and handing them over along with the Walkman he unclipped from his belt. He turned, feeling safe with Steve at his back and looked up into the rafters—could almost picture Vecna hanging there by all his tentacle-like vines in the other dimension.  

“Okay asshole, I’m here—no music. You win. I give up.”

Eddie waited—thirty seconds, a minute—to see if anything would happen, but of course it wouldn’t be that easy. 

It was always going to be a long shot, making Vecna believe he was actually here surrendering. The enemy knew their plan, had seen it play out in different ways through Eddie’s own memories. If he was going to pull this off, he’d really have to sell it.

He took a deep breath and opened himself wide, letting the pain he’d been collecting like rain water fill his heart to spread throughout his chest, running through his veins like a raging river. All those things he’d tried to push down, and hold back, and sure, they’d spilled over once or twice over the course of days but now he let it flow freely. He thought about it all—the terror of seeing Chrissy succumb not once, not twice, but three times on his watch. He recalled his own deaths too, how he’d known on some level exactly what end he was sentencing himself to when he’d cut the rope, leaving Dustin safely behind as he went to lead the bats away. 

He remembered every moment of failure from the first loop to this one in vivid detail.

And Steve. 

He thought of Steve, and let Dustin’s voice fill his head again, weakly crying out, He’s gone.

Eddie sniffled, choking back tears as he took a few shaking steps forward, closer to where Vecna should be, and away from his heart, dragging his feet through the thick coating of dust on the old wood floor. 

“I thought about what you said, about this being my fate?” His voice, though hollow and ruined, was loud in the unnatural silence of the room. 

“You were right—” He shook his head, dropping his voice low, almost a whisper. “Of course you were right. I’m no hero. I can’t save anyone—I can’t even save myself.”

There was a shuffling behind him as Steve moved. Eddie didn't turn to see but he could feel the other boy getting closer and held out a hand to ward him off. The movement stopped immediately.

Eddie hung his head, listening, standing stock-still as seconds gave way to minutes, and still nothing. 

Panic began to set in. Their whole plan was hinging on this, it all fell apart if he didn’t get Vecna on the hook.

“Come on goddammit!” He shouted, kicking an old coffee can full of nails clear across the room with a loud clatter. “You offered to end my suffering and I want–I want out… whatever it takes. I just want it to be over!”

One deep breath.

Two. 

“What are you waiting for?! You want me to beg? I’m begging! Take me you motherfucker!”

Another sound, a creak and a footstep, the air behind him shifting. Eddie readied to wave Steve off again but the other boy started to speak before he could even lift his arm. 

“I knew it. I knew it shouldn’t be you.” Steve snarled. “You can’t even play bait right. Have you always been such a complete and utter failure, Eddie?”

Eddie knew better than to fall for it this time, and he knew Steve better than to think he’d ever say anything to him with that level of vitriol in his voice, no matter what he’d done.

The guy was good, though. Eddie had to give him that. Subtle, just like before he had no way of knowing exactly when it’d happened but he was in Vecna’s thrall now. 

It was time.

He backed away from the thing that had again stolen Steve's beautiful face and turned it into something twisted, slamming his eyes shut against the image, doing his best to conjure up the first good memory in his arsenal. 

He sat across from Wayne at the little two-seater table in the kitchen in the trailer—a room in a place that was so comfortable and familiar to him now, but on this day, his 12th birthday, still hadn’t quite felt like home yet. Wayne had to work that night, couldn't afford to take the time off, but did his best to make the day a special one for his nephew anyway. He’d woken up much earlier than usual and taken Eddie into town, so he could spend what few quarters he’d managed to scrounge up playing games at the arcade. Now they were back, about to dig into a small but decadent triple chocolate cake, Eddie’s favorite, after splitting a couple cans of SpaghettiOs for dinner—Eddie’s other favorite.

He didn’t expect to receive any gifts. 

It was already the best birthday he’d ever had, and his only wish when blowing out his single birthday candle had been that he get to stay with Wayne forever, and maybe return the favor someday—take care of Wayne when he was old and Eddie was grown. 

But though he hadn’t been expecting any presents, he’d be lying if he said that the guitar Wayne gave him that night wasn’t the best one he’d ever received. Before leaving for work that night Wayne showed him three chords—G, C, and D, and told him if he could master those he’d be able to play something like half the songs on the radio. 

Eddie nodded reverently, and Wayne chuckled, dropping a kiss on the top of his head before leaving for his shift. 

He practiced those damn chords until his fingers bled, and loved every minute of it. It was still his happiest birthday to date.  

The trailer faded away and suddenly he was in the backstage area of the Hawkins Middle School auditorium, waiting for his turn to go on at the annual talent show. 

The other two members of his band stood watching the other acts from the wings with wide eyes, but Eddie? He was transfixed by Chrissy Cunningham as she rehearsed, twirling her pink glittery batton with incredible precision, throwing it up high in the air, and catching it with ease each time.

Until the one time she didn’t, and the stick bounced off of her palm and landed right at his feet. Eddie smiled and quickly bent to pick it up, moving to hand it back but as she reached out began to twirl it between his fingers like it was a drumstick, a skill developed out of boredom and as a way to hone the kind of dexterity he needed in his hands to play the type of music he loved. 

She giggled, clapping at his display when he bowed and returned the tool of her trade. 

He liked making her laugh, he realized—just plain liked her full stop, actually.

They sat and talked as they waited their turns and Eddie discovered that Chrissy was kind, and as beautiful on the inside as on the outside. He found himself wishing they could be friends, as dumb an idea as that was. She was a cheerleader, a popular kid, top of the food chain, and he was already well on his way to earning the title of Freak. They could never be friends, save for these few stolen moments behind the big black curtain. 

Except Eddie knew better now. They would be friends someday, best friends if he had anything to say about it. For a moment he wished he could go back for real, tell that little boy and girl how they’ll save each other—how much they’ll come to mean to each other one day. 

The theater lights went out, throwing the backstage area into an abrupt twilight as the scene around him shifted and changed—no longer age-worn linoleum cracking under his sneakers, now his bare feet rested on soft carpet, the walls surrounding him covered in the most hideous plaid wallpaper.

It was dark, the room unlit save for a few slivers of moonlight peaking in between the blinds as he climbed into the bed where Steve already lay. It was a night from exactly one week ago, in the previous loop, the last one they’d spent together before dying. 

Steve pulled him close, wrapping him up in his arms, entwining their legs until Eddie didn’t know where he ended and Steve began. 

It all felt so real, and so good. Like coming home. 

Steve was warm and solid and when Eddie nuzzled into his neck he didn’t pull away, he leaned in, rubbing his cheek against Eddie’s hair and pressing lips to it. 

It would have been easy to stay there in that memory as long as possible, but the fear of Vecna showing up and tainting it in some way was enough of a motivator to have Eddie wracking his brain for the next happy thought. 

He hadn’t really prepared for more than this, he wasn’t exactly a walking fount of good times, and it felt like he’d already been stuck in this mindscape, or whatever it was, for too long—but he tried. 

The only thing on his mind now was SteveSteveSteve, so it wasn’t much of a surprise when he blinked and found himself back behind Benny’s getting ready to head into the Upside Down, only to hear those two little words fall from Steve’s lips right behind him again. 

“Eddie, wait.”

He smiled to himself, waiting for the familiar touch of Steve’s hand on his elbow but it never came, instead there was a cool rattling breath on the back of his neck. 

Eddie whirled, gasping at the sight and scrambled backwards to get away from the vile creature that was now in front of him, much too close for comfort. Vecna, in his true form, a humanoid nightmare covered in taut sinewy flesh and raw meat.

His heart pounded and panic crawled up his throat like bile as he backed into the building, his hands slapping at the wall, searching for the gate that should be there. He just needed to get away, get enough distance between them so he could think, maybe come up with another memory to hide him. 

But then the wall was gone, something more like wet tree bark beneath his hands now. His vision swam, the light around him growing and changing, the sky no longer the blues and pinks of dusk—he was surrounded by a blood red haze. 

His fingers kept searching anyway until they brushed up against cold dead skin. He recoiled, screaming, and looked back to find the body of Fred Benson wrapped up in vines, and mounted like a trophy on a pole. 

This was not his memory, he’d never seen this place before, but needed only one guess to figure out where he was. No longer stuck in his own mind he must be in Vecna’s now, with no idea how to get out. 

A rushing sound filled the space between his ears, the rhythmic whooshing of blood as it pumped through his body, so loud inside his own head.

There was a thing out there that could help him, it was… it was right there on the tip of his tongue but he couldn’t—

His vision narrowed, the world whiting out around him, tipping on its side and he felt himself falling—falling for much longer than it should have taken to hit the ground. 

He landed on his back, blinking hard and tried to sit up, but he was so tired. He’d been running—hiding from something. He was almost sure. 

A familiar sound began far off in the distance, he strained to hear it, tried to recognize it, but his own pulse was still so loud and distracting. 

A pair of legs in jeans and sneakers—moving, alive—a girl, came into view.

He shrank away from her, unsure.

“Eddie? You shouldn’t be here. It’s time for you to go.”

“I don’t—how—what?”

Oh. 

The girl was El, she was his friend. He couldn’t remember before, couldn't seem to think straight.

“El,” he breathed, as she helped him to stand, shaking his head to try and clear some of the fog. “I–I don’t feel so good.”

“He’s dying, Eleven.” Vecna’s deep rasping voice boomed nearby as he approached them. “You can’t even save one of your friends, yet you expect to stop me?”

He raised a long gnarled claw in Eddie’s direction but El stepped in front, mirroring him with her own hand raised, the force of their power like a shimmering heat in the air between them.

Suddenly the strange noise got louder, and it wasn’t just noise, Eddie could make out the vocals now, the beating of the drums, the thrashing of the guitar.

“You hear it, the music?” Eleven shouted to him as she continued to hold Vecna at bay. “That is Steve calling you back to him. Look for him, Eddie. Find the way out. You have to hurry.”

The more he concentrated on it the better he could hear the rhythm and pulse of Master of Puppets being pumped into this place, beckoning to him—Steve and Joyce too, shouting his name—and he felt a little more like himself.

“What about you?” Eddie asked.

“I’ve got this.” She said, never taking her eyes off her target. In the next instant she let out a primal scream, a fierce shriek unlike anything he’d ever heard before, and Vecna went flying up in the air, his arms seemingly pinned to his sides. 

Eddie cast his gaze around wildly, looking for anything out of place in this hellscape, and finally spotted a faint light on the horizon that had to be his portal. He ran. It was a long way off but he gave it everything he had, arms pumping, legs burning. 

He stumbled, woozy and lightheaded, but caught himself—kept going. 

As he got close he could see himself floating there in the attic, Steve clinging to his leg, reaching for his hand, and without a second thought hurled himself head first into the mirage.

-

Eddie took a deep shuddering breath.

It was dark.

He was cold.

He couldn't feel anything.

“Steve?” He sobbed.

“I’m here, I’m here.”

Arms tightened around him and suddenly Eddie could feel again, everywhere Steve touched him at least, and something hot and wet that was dripping down his face. 

It was still dark.

“I can’t–I can’t see anything.”

Steve rocked him gently. “You’re safe. You’re safe, I’ve got you.”

He tried to move, to touch back, but there was an awful grinding pain.

Eddie hissed. “My arm—”

“Don’t try to move, okay? I don’t–” Steve's chest shook, Eddie thought he might be crying. “I don’t know how badly you’re hurt yet–”

It all went quiet abruptly.

Eddie drifted in the dark. It was a lot like the place he went between loops. 

“Eddie? Eddie?!”

He came back to himself with Steve shaking him, screaming his name. He tried to respond but every effort felt like far too much. Maybe he was dying again. If so, at least this time it would be in Steve’s arms. 

There were far worse ways to go.  

-

Eddie woke up.

It was a first for him, at least in recent experience, to wake up from unconsciousness in a hospital like a normal person instead of falling back into his body in the past.

His head ached but it was a distant thing, thanks to good ol’ prescription painkillers no doubt.

He blinked his eyes open slowly, a little stunned that he could see at all, but it was blurry and unfocused. There was a shapeless form wearing Steve’s clothes asleep in a chair by his bed, what looked like Robin in another by the door. He wondered how long he’d been out, if it was the same night. He tried to raise his arm, to reach for Steve even though he was too far away. But the arm was too heavy in its cast.

He fell asleep before he could try again. 

When he roused next, it was to low voices arguing quietly nearby.

“You don’t know that.”

“Seems pretty fucking clear to me, Robin. I’m–I'm gonna go. It doesn’t matter anyway.”

“Steve–”

“Don’t! Just—call me if anything happens?”

“Okay.”

A door closed, heavy and final.

That didn’t sound good. 

Eddie burned to know what they were talking about but sleep once again sucked him under mid-thought.

-

When he woke for good the sun was shining in through the windows, and Wayne, Chrissy, Robin, and Dustin were all sitting around his bed. He could see again.

It was Wayne who first noticed the change, jumping up out of his chair to hover over him.

“Boy you ever scare me like that again I'll kill you myself, you hear me?” The man muttered as he leaned down to give him a hug.

Eddie chuckled hoarsely into his uncle's shoulder, and could have cried with how happy he was to see him and his familiar gray stubble, the smell of Marlboro Reds wafting off his jacket. “I missed you too, old man.”

“You-all keep an eye on him,” Wayne said to the small crowd as he headed for the room’s door. “I’ll go and tell the nurse you’re awake.” 

Like he was going to get up and run away. 

Eddie carefully pushed himself up into a sitting position with his one good arm, surprised to find he wasn’t feeling worse. 

“What happened?” He asked, now that they were alone.

“They got him!” Chrissy beamed. 

“Hopper said they burned what they could–” Dustin elaborated, swallowing thickly. “And chopped the rest up into little pieces after El destroyed his mind. It’s over, for real this time.” 

Eddie sagged in relief, sinking back into his pillow.

“Oh thank fuck. Do you think that means the rest of it’s over too, the loops I mean? I don’t think I can do it again, man.”

“Well, since we don’t know what caused you to start looping to begin with there’s no way to know for sure, but if the catalyst is you dying, and here you are very much alive even if you did give us quite the fucking scare you asshole!” Dustin swatted him in the shoulder above his cast.

“Hey! Watch the goods!”

“I would say odds are you're safe from having to go back again. As long as you don’t, y’know, die for a while.” 

“Wasn’t planning on it.” Eddie grinned, hoping to draw a smile out of the kid, but he remained solemn and serious.

“Good.” Dustin said, flatly.

Eddie sighed. “Dustin, I–”

“We almost lost you.”

“I’m sorry.”

Eddie wanted to say more, but voices could be heard making their way down the hall towards his room, and he needed to know what he was supposed to say to them.

“Listen, quick, before they come in.” Robin jumped in, grasping the situation just as he had. “The official story is that you were attacked and kidnapped by the same serial killer who murdered Fred and Patrick, the long lost son of Victor Creel. You managed to escape, and Joyce and Steve found you on the side of the road and brought you here. If anyone asks for details just tell them you don’t remember.”

The last word was barely out of her mouth when the door swung open, revealing Wayne along with a doctor and two nurses, who quickly went about examining him. 

He got lucky—very lucky. As bad as he’d looked when he was brought in, unconscious and pale and covered in blood, it all boiled down to a few bruises and a broken arm. The doctor’s had worried for his sight, since much of the blood had seemed to come from his eyes, but on closer examination they couldn’t find an actual wound, and he passed a vision test with flying colors.

They wanted to hold him one more night for observation, but that was it. Come the next day he’d be free to go home, with a follow-up appointment scheduled for 6 weeks from now to come back and have his cast removed. 

Still, throughout the course of the day everyone paid him a visit, with one notable exception.

Steve never showed. 

No one brought him up and Eddie was too afraid of the answer to question it. 

He’d asked if they could talk later, pleaded with Steve to let him explain—and supposed his absence now was answer enough. Clearly Steve had decided he wasn’t worth hearing out. 

Chapter 12

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Trolls, princesses, clowns and elephants

This line could be a big clue. Hopper says that this whole time he's been chasing after some other kid: El, not Will.

But in S1 and S4 we see him literally chase after Sarah. So, that line could hide the truth. That this whole time Hopper has thought that the kid he's been chasing after in his memories was Sarah, but his kids are actually Will and El.

He also tells El that before meeting her he was living in a cave. When he chases after Sarah, he pretends to be a troll who wants to eat some roasted princess. In Nordic folklore, trolls live in caves. Will mentions weird flowers in a cave in 1x08 (they also mention a proud princess). And now we know that Henry vanished and wound up in Dimension X when he was a kid, and was found near a cave system in Nevada.

But there's another connection between Will, El, Sara and Hopper. Elephants.

There's a pink elephant in Jane's crib, but only in S1, when Hopper and Joyce are there. It's not there in S2.

There are yellow elephants on Sarah's pajamas. Plus clowns, wheels and acrobats.

Will was afraid of clowns when he was a kid, and there are parallels between him, Sarah and Pennywise's first victim in the IT miniseries.

S3, the scene of the keys (Will and El are the keys to save the world)

Joyce and Hopper mention their kids as they pass two boys with H's on their jackets (twin imagery and reference to Henry) and the Elephant Ears sign.

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And Jo found this about the torture Hopper was subjected to in Russia. It's all connected.

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[sublimecatgalaxy]

Precious Cargo

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Female!Hopper!Reader

Summary: This is an account following the reader who was a subject from Hawkins Lab that escaped with the help of Peter Ballard, before knowing his true self. Hopper found her before the government did (thankfully) and took her under his wings just like he did with El.

Following the move of the Byers, with El, to California and everything that happens with Vecna, the reader and Hopper move back into his Cabin in the woods, taking the time to fix it up. She has trouble adjusting, even after the years of being free from the lab, she still struggles to fit into the puzzle that is Hawkins. But with the new friends she's made while attempting to save the world and the object of her attraction, Billy, she begins to understand what it's like to be an actual 18 year old, not a lab rat.

Reader: Very little descriptive traits other than female pronouns and anatomy; Racially/ethnically neutral.

Time Era: Post-Season 4 vol. 1 and 2; very non-canon (Billy and Hopper live)

Fic Songs: "The Drug In Me Is You" by Falling in Reverse; "18" by Anarbor; "R U Mine" by Arctic Monkeys

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of death, angst, recollection of pretty much all things that have happened in Seasons 1-4 of ST, smut and smutty actions (minors DNI).

Read this A/n: Inclusivity is important and sometimes by putting "hopper!reader" it implies that the reader is white since it would be his biological daughter but in this case, being a Hawkins patient, the readers descriptions are extremely vague. On that note: Look guys, an actual original work based on a few requests I've gotten.

When I escaped from Hawkins Lab, I had roughly one thousands words in my vocabulary.

I was mentally and academically averaging with that of a four year old, my mind not capable of such complicated sentences that I should've been able to fathom at almost fifteen years old. I was behind in a sense, way behind, compared to the peers. Peter always told me that I was different and that, though I was quiet by lack of teaching, I was smart and observant. It was what helped me get out of there along with his loyal help.

But not only was I behind my peers at the lab but I was also behind in regards to the friends that I met when I started my life in Hawkins, tucked away in the woods with my sister Eleven and Hopper, the kind Sheriff who took us in.

He had an unbelievable amount of patience for the two of us, especially when it came to me. El had excelled more in her studies at the lab and she was one of the more favored children that Papa- Doctor Brenner- spent his time with. I, on the other hand, was a second thought most of the time, my abilities and powers not excelling until after I left the lab and did my own research along side my younger equal.

Hopper was always unbelievably shocked at the power that Eleven and I both possessed at a young age, his eyes watching us closely whenever we'd get in a heated argument, worried that the house could quickly go up in flames. El was far more destructive than I was, quick to use her emotions against another person, her emotions clouding her judgement almost always.

On the opposite end of the spectrum, I had control of my powers from a young age. I worked with Doctor Brenner for nearly ten years, working on fine tuning all of the electricity, all of the emotion and fury built in my system, learning how to focus it. It led me to not using it that often unless I could be helpful, for instance, at the Star Court mall.

El was struggling with her own powers, seemingly sucked dry by the Mind Flayer and the being it created using the towns people of Hawkins. It was twisted to watch, to realize that the same science behind my powers- El's powers- was the being, this other dimension.

Frightening doesn't begin to describe how I felt when the group actually sat me down and explained DnD and how it plays into the curse that Hawkins seems to be blessed with. I don't know what was more overwhelming; to learn that I actually have a role in all of the chaos or just listening to Dustin explain Dungeons and Dragons.

But I had to learn one way or another. Dustin and the rest of the boys taught me their different interests between the supernatural world and the more wholesome things they enjoyed like their favorite movies and comic books. It was fun to get to just watch them smile and laugh, talking over each other for hours on end and drag me around the arcade. The arcade was definitely one of my favorite spots when I first started easing into the new world that I was thrown into.

Nancy and Robin helped me develop a sense of style and how to fit in as a young girl in the 80s. I learned quickly that I wasn't the biggest fan of makeup and I definitely wanted nothing to do with Steve's famous hairspray that he held so dearly to his heart. Speaking of Steve, he and Eddie played their role in helping me navigate the world of music, eventually coming to the conclusion that I'm not a metalhead like Eddie.

Hopper and Joyce helped me learn, how to read, how to compute simple math; they were pretty much my teachers for primary and secondary education. They never wanted me to experience the troubles that high school brings along for normal teenagers, it already being difficult for people who weren't secluded three stories underground for most of their lives.

Everything was falling into place until the Byers family and El moved to California following the Mall incident and I was left alone, fending for myself after Hopper disappeared. The whole experience crushed me, to finally have a family, just for them to be ripped away; it was terrible.

I bounced around from house to house, mostly staying with Steve in his guest bedroom but occasionally spending the night on Max's floor, knowing that she has terrible nightmares after watching her step-brother, Billy, almost die at the hands of the other flayed.

Billy was most definitely an accidental friend that I picked up on throughout the months following saving his life at the Mall. Max liked to joke that we were trauma bonded together since he understood what it was like to be stuck in your body but to not have control over it, just like how I felt back at the lab under the care of Doctor Brenner.

I had only heard brief stories of him through Max and El, especially once they found out that he was being flayed and used as a pawn. I had to dig a lot into his future, into his mind, without his permission to help Max get him back without losing him in the process. I think it was ultimately easier for him and I to become friends because I already knew about his deepest secrets without him having to tell me.

It took me months to actually tell him my story, that I was a lab rat all those years, that I depended on my friends to help me develop my own personality, my own individuality. I was a shell of a person when Hopper found me stumbling outside in the woods in the freezing cold and everyone I met following that helped shape me into the person that I am today.

Max told me one time that Billy spent a whole afternoon asking her about me, that he was so unbelievably interested in me after I saved his life and that he wanted to figure out a way to make it up to me. That was the first instance where she really noticed that he was changing into the type of person that she was proud to be step siblings with.

And he just continued to change following that.

After defeating Vecna by some odd chance of fate, Hopper returning soon after, he was skeptical to see that I had made friends with the Hargrove boy only because he knew of his dad. Hopper told me a story one night about how he had gone to Billy's house frequently, arresting his father after Billy got the shit beat out of him following a simple argument. It made me afraid for him, that I was crashing on his younger sisters floor all that time and I didn't realize that he was in more danger than I was.

I never told him that I knew about his dad until his father was permanently imprisoned and him, Max and her mother moved into the trailer park, right across the street from Eddie. He was embarrassed that I knew for that long but, again, was overall relieved that he didn't have to tell me himself.

And after a few dinners, Billy grew on Hopper just like he grew on me.

He was no longer feared by anyone in the group, he was no longer labeled the bad guy and it seemed like he had finally dropped all of the toxic behavior he clung so desperately onto. It was better for his and Max's relationship and it was better for our eventual relationship.

But the hardest part of dating Billy in the beginning had to be the lack of quality dating advice that I was getting from Robin and Steve. Robin gave semi-decent advice but considering she was and still is a closeted lesbian who pines after the same girl without attempting to get to know her better, it was a long shot to trust her. Steve on the other hand was the opposite, he knew too much about women but not a lot of it was accurate. And with the tiny detail regarding him and Billy fighting that one time, he wasn't exactly thrilled at me cuddling up with him.

Eddie on the other hand was much more helpful. The man has quite the knowledge of both men and women, if you know what I'm saying, and was always extremely helpful on both ends when it came to helping me through situations but also giving me pointers on how I should/could act around Billy.

Eventually him and I were actually going steady in a real relationship.

It was odd for me at first, a real eighteen year old in a real relationship to a real man. But to deal with the personality differences and the sarcasm, it was something that I was terrible at reading but after spending so much time with Max and Billy, I learned quickly.

And now, hell, I'm a seasoned pro.

Minus the vocabulary, we're still working on that.

"I'm telling you- no, promising you- you'll be great at it. Just give it a try." Max grins beside me, grasping my hand in hers and we slide out onto the ice, my skates wobbling beneath me. I turn back to Billy who skates behind us, his legs as steady as can be and his smile genuine as he nods me on.

"Go on, you know I'll catch you if you fall on your ass. Wouldn't want anything happening to it." He winks, Max groaning immediately in disgust and I feel my cheeks warm in the freezing room, my gasp forcing cool air into my lungs. Sometimes it's difficult to pick up on his innuendos, but given the sly smile and the wink he throws my way, I can only assume he means it in a sexual manner. I bite at my lip as I think of a reply, a light bulb going off in my head as I recall Billy's favorite nickname for me.

"Precious cargo." I repeat with a nod, my lips fanning out in a pretty smile and he clicks his tongue proudly, reaching forward to pat my cheek sweetly.

"Damn right, sunshine." Proudly, I let Max lead me further onto the ice. My breath reflects as a cloud in the air, my brows pulling together in concentration as I do my best to follow Max's instructions on how to skate. This is the last time I'm trusting them when they tell me they have a surprise for me. But who am I kidding, I said that last time.

Max lets go of my hand after a few moments of me balancing, skating around in a circle and her auburn hair swooshes gracefully as she skates away from us and towards Lucas.

"Is this, uh," I pause, catching Billy's curious eyes as I try to think of the right phrase, "a double date?" His laugh makes me smile, the sound being more than a comfort to me and he glides forward in a simple move, setting his hands on my waist with a nod.

"Yeah, you could say that." Things have changed his opinion of Lucas recently with his father going to jail, previously hating the boy deeply due to his fathers deep rooted racism. But now that he was free of his fathers beliefs and Max could do what she wants without Billy having to fear he'll pay for it, it's nice and amicable between everyone.

"I'm not good at this." I mutter, looking down at my buckling ankles as Billy holds tightly onto me, securing me flush against him. "Hopper would laugh at me." I chuckle, feeling Billy's warm lips against my chilly cheek, the chaste smooch making my whole body warm by at least ten degrees.

"Yeah, he probably would. But you're not doing bad, you just have to practice." My eyes roll at the word practice, given my love/hate relationship with the word throughout the last few years of learning new things, is not something I like to hear. "You're a pro at practice, huh?" He nudges my nose with his, my lip parting dumbly at his proximity. "Hell, when I first met you, you could barely say a word to me. Now I've got you moaning more than my name." My hands reach up to cover my face in embarrassment, hating when he talks to me like that, so mischievous and lustful. Hate is not exactly the word I'd use to describe it. I love it but the lack of response that I always give him makes my stomach churn with anxiety.

"Billy." I huff, hitting my fists against his chest.

"See?" He teases, leaning down to catch me off guard with a kiss. I immediately respond with a quiet hum, my lips melding against his just like I know how to. "Good girl." His whisper sends a shiver down my spine, the ice rink suddenly seeming like a sauna to me as I take a much needy step back, putting some distance between his loving gaze and my heated thoughts.

The day was supposed to be quiet following that, going back to his trailer and then going home for my nightly check in at Hoppers. He was keen on making sure that I know that I'm free to go wherever I want, whenever. But I always have to be with someone else and I have to come home or at least call at six o'clock every night. Considering my situation and how El reacted to her house arrest, I think that my 'follower' attitude paid off.

But my quiet day turned into Billy and I having the trailer alone, Max is out with Lucas and his step-mom took an overnight shift. It's rare that we get any time alone at all here, typically only being able to sneak time when Hopper would go out on errands or go to work.

"We're alone." I whisper, soothing my hands over Billys shoulders and he smiles boyishly, hands splaying across my thighs. "It's quiet." My eyes flutter shut and my ears tune into the sounds around me, the quietness and stillness calming my racing heart. Still, after all this time with Billy, he still makes me so nervous.

"Let me close the door and then we can-" The door shuts with a simple flick of my wrist, my brows raising in an attempt to be playful and he grins, tugging me down onto his lap and I squeal. "Never thought I'd date a superhero." He whispers, eyes dark as he watches my lips move, my tongue sweeping out to wet my lips but to also tease him like he loves. "Kinda badass." I almost can't contain myself, the pleading words on the tip of my tongue not articulating in the ways that I want them to. "Tell me what you want." I know that what he's asking for is not a lot but it's so overwhelming to already struggle with words but also feel so overwhelmingly giddy and anxious in someones presence. "Do your best, c'mon." I smile, relaxing onto his lap and I take a deep breath in, reminding myself that this is Billy, he knows me possibly better than anyone.

"You. I want you." My fingers grip at his shirt, already used to doing this with him before but still not completely used to being intimate with someone in this way. Any thoughts of pleasure, any feeling or inclination of sexuality, all were quickly shut down at the lab; in fact, we were punished for it. Billy's yet to learn the true extent of how traumatizing it all was but even without the full story, he's more than understanding. "I just-"

"I know." He smiles, fingers soothing over my hips, his fingers brushing under my shirt to tease my bare skin. "You go slow and I'll go slow." He promises, his eyes sincere and soft even though there's still his normal touch of mischief behind his hues. "Tell me," kissing me gently, he smiles, "what you want." He waits patiently for me to reply as the room darkens, the sky outside slowly fading into nighttime and I kick myself for not being better- faster- at this already.

"To feel good- to feel you." My eyes dip bashfully away from his, fingers toying with the necklace that rests against his collarbones.

"Alright. Do you want my fingers?" The question makes me laugh nervously, hands reaching up to cover my face and I tuck myself into his shoulder. "C'mon, sweetheart. Talk to me. Do you want my fingers?" His thumbs brush against my inner thighs, my thighs clenching beside his. "Or my lips." He trails kisses down the expanse of my neck, my skin erupting in goosebumps at the feeling of his lips trailing down to my shoulder. "Or do you want all of me, hmm?" He cups my cheeks, forcing my gaze to meet his and he smiles softly. "That seems to be your favorite." I chuckle, nodding my head and I pull on his shirt, needing less clothing and more of him.

He slips his shirt over his head, tossing it to the ground and my lip tucks between my teeth in giddy excitement. Taking a chance, I rest my hands on his chest, silently urging him backwards to lay back against the bed. His brows lift in proud shock but he lays down anyways, arms resting under his head. He lets me trail my fingers over the plates of his abdomen, tracing his skin and loving the shiver that it invokes from him. I trace over the deep, long scar that spans down his sternum, my lips tugging down into a brief frown as I recall the events at the mall where he almost died- where I almost lost him.

"Hey..." He trails off, catching my attention and I look up at him, realizing he caught me sulking. "I'm here. With you." He reaches down to take my hands in his, pressing sweet kisses to both of them before allowing me to continue.

"Can I...?" I toy with the edge of my sweater, watching his head nod and he helps me lift my shirt over my head, tossing it towards his. He smiles warmly at the sight of my exposed skin, hands immediately resting on my waist and he moves quick, leaning up to press silly kisses to my stomach. I giggle, flopping down on the bed beside him and I try to escape his grip but he's too strong. He pulls away from me with a chuckle, capturing my lips in a sweet kiss before leaning away from me, giving me space to catch my breath.

"Do you want to be on top? Or me?" He asks, his questions helping me feel more comfortable and this whole experience feel more paced out instead of rushed and overwhelming.

"You. I like it more." He doesn't hesitate to slip on top of me, hips resting against mine and his arms cage me in. My hands slide up and down his back like muscle memory, tracing over the moles that I know are there.

"Yeah, sweetheart? You like it more when I take care of you? Do all the work?" His teasing voice makes me giggle, my back arching towards him as I fight the urge to hide from embarrassment.

"I'm lazy." I shrug, pulling a snort out of him and he pecks my lips once more before leaning up onto his knees, hands soothing over my thighs.

"You're cute." He winks, fingers hooking in the waistband of my pants. I nod slowly, giving him silent permission and he slides my legs individually out of my confines, a sigh leaving my lips in relief. "Feelin' okay?" He asks, leaning down to press a kiss to my bent knee.

"Great, keep going." I bite at my lip with a smirk, knowing by the surprised look on his face that he's amused. He just pulls me down further onto the bed by my ankles, a giggle leaving me and his body slides down on top of mine.

"Bossy." He mutters against my lips, gently parting my thighs with his hand to make room for himself. He nudges against me, the feeling making my body jump against him and a quiet moan leave me. "You wanna go fast or slow?" His hips drag against mine, his lip tightly tucked between his teeth and he leans down to cover my neck in heated, open mouthed kisses and my brain stops for a second.

"Both." I snicker, knowing he's rolling his eyes without even seeing him. A playful slap lands on the underside of my thigh, my ankles linking behind his back and he laughs.

"Both- what a smartass. You're good at pickin' up on shit, huh?" He grins at my proud nod, knowing that I've made great strides over the time we've been together. I used to barely be able to kiss him and now, with his help and questions, I'm able to verbalize what I want from him in every aspect of our relationship.

"Just don't tease me too much. I'm, uh, inpatient." My hips jump against his, my nails digging into his back and he moans, lips parting against mine. He can barely kiss me, the feeling of the scratches I'm leaving on his back has him completely done for.

"Wouldn't want to make you wait, now would we?" He's quick to slip out of his jeans, his lips finding mine in a comforting, distracting kiss. He's always said that kissing is really important when it comes to doing anything sexual, that it makes him feel closer to me and that it helps distract and relax me. And he's right in every way, shape and form. "You ready?" He asks but my hands are already pushing his boxers down needily, loving the laugh I draw from him as he helps me. My eyes avert away from him nervously as his fingers brush over my panties, skimming over my most sensitive places. "You like that? Right," he pauses, thumb circling against my bundle of nerves, "here?" I nod, my knees bending instinctively as he pushes my panties aside, not bothering them to take them off this time. He positions himself at my entrance, eyes finding mine once more and he silently asks me to go on.

"I'm okay." I brace myself, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and he pushes into me slowly, his hands moving to rest beside my head, caging me in. His thrusts are slow and hesitant at first, giving me a second to adjust but I can't seem to wipe the smile off of my face. When communication goes out the window and it's just not as easy for me to tell him how I feel, doing this, being this close to him, helps me say whatever I need to without actually having to say anything. He knows what I want and what his every move should before before I've even asked for it.

"Fuck-" He mutters against my shoulder and I chuckle breathlessly, pinching his side, subtly chastising him. I mutter 'language' under my breath, and he quickly nods, knowing that his crude words make my stomach twist. "Sorry, sweetheart." He moans, pressing a kiss to my cheek before angling his hips, the new change of pace and angle making my head tip back against the bed, a whimper falling from my lips. "You sound so pretty." He coos, gripping my hips with his free hand, biting at my lower lip as I struggle to keep up with him, losing myself in the pleasure and closeness that he offers.

"Billy, please." I plead quietly, needing more from him, anything that he can give me to speed this along, wanting nothing more than to feel the high of pleasure and feel him. His arm wraps under my waist, pulling me flush against him and I cry out, tucking my face into the crook of his neck as he pistons quickly in and out of me. His pelvis brushes up against my bundle of nerves perfectly with every thrust, drawing me closer to the edge. I can feel myself fluttering around him, the feeling of him twitching inside of me, warning me what's to come, makes a smile spread across my lips and my fingers bury in his curls.

"So close- you're so close." He whispers, his skin sticking to mine and the room only grows hotter as we both chase our highs, my hips jumping against his to meet his thrusts. I fall over the edge with a silent moan, my lips parting and my head spins. Billy follows closely behind me, biting and sucking a mark into my shoulder to keep himself from groaning too loud.

He clings to me as I do to him, tightly holding him to me as my breathing eventually mellows out into quiet gasps. My mind feels foggy and my eyes feel overwhelmingly tired, knees quivering as I unlock my ankles from behind him. He laughs as I relax against the bed, and he goes to move but I don't let him, arms tightening around his neck.

"What? You just want me to stay here forever?" He asks and I laugh tiredly, sending him a playful nod. He just pinches my thigh, slipping out of me slowly and carefully but I hiss.

"Be gentle." I huff with a pout, loving the grin that spreads across his lips and he presses a kiss to my thigh before he sliding down on top of me once more.

"I know, I know." My nose scrunches as he presses a delicate kiss to it, sending me a wink. "Precious cargo."

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[luchicm04]

Everything wrong with S.T. 03x01

Masterlist

Summary: this is just a list of my complaints about stranger things season 3 episode 1. Just some things that didn’t made sense to me when I rewatched it and wanted to expose them to see if I was the only one who thought the same. Many may sound silly, but kept me awake at night for a few days.

Word count: 1.1k

A/N: I think I wrote this when the season came up, so I still had no idea of what came next. Try to place yourselves in the body of a teenage girl back in 2019. BTW, this was my fav season💖

This was made from a sarcastic pov, mostly centered on the first episode but with a few elements of all the season. I tried to analyze everything from a realistic way, just to have fun, so if you don’t agree with something that is writen here, you can argue that in the comments.

posted on ao3

1) Up with the communism

The first scene of the episode shows how the soviets are trying to open a portal which is appearently the same that communicates the upside down world with ours. It isn’t explained how they built it, but in the previous season it was suggested that a scientist in the Hawkins lab could have copied the blueprints. Here are two things that I can’t understand. The first: Why did the soviets copy the machine? Did they know what it did? Why did they want to open that portal if supposedly they already know that it leads to a dangerous world filled with monsters? The demogorgons didn’t appear in the news, and the demodogs take place months later. Were there soviet spies in the lab? 

Second: How did they copy the machine? It is assumed that the Hawkins lab is a maximun security building where secret experiments are carried out that not even the government knows about. They used humans with powers as weapons, they opened a portal to other dimension, they masked several assassinations... How is it possible that not only the communists could infiltrate them, living more than 8000 miles away and with little to no idea of the building’s structure, but also steal the blueprints with not a soul knowing about it? 

Maybe they built it themselves, which could make sense because we could see that it fails and explodes releasing a huge amount of electricity that kills anything nearby. But how could did they build it themselves if the scientists aren’t even wearing electricity proof suits? And not only that, we can also see how a 14 year old kid is able to intercept their ultra-secret messages with a homemade tin antenna. If they are a prepared and advanced organization, they sure leave too much to be desired.  

2) Jim Hopper, the ‘love’ expert

After that scene we skip to Jim Hopper’s house, who is watching the tv. We see how he leans back on his seat to check on Eleven and Mike. It turns out they are kissing, and Jim gets angry and enters Eleven’s room. Ok ok, let’s see here... You’re aware that your adoptive daughter stays in her room from dawn everyday with her boyfriend, and it surprises you seeing them kiss each other? What did you expect them to be doing? Sudokus?! 

What’s more, we can see that in the following episodes he tries to make them break up by blackmailing Mike and lying to Eleven. And he is happy about it! I mean, if it was clear that sooner or later that was going to happen, what does it matter? You who are reading this pay attention to Jim Hopper, he is an expert. He hasn’t dealt with a teenager in his life, but that doesn’t mean he can’t tell her daughter’s boyfriend to go f*ck himself. 

And even more, what kind of shitty excuse is that ‘nana is sick’? The fact that Eleven has spent twelve years trapped and locked away from the rest of the world doesn’t mean she’s retarded. I woundn’t tell my daughter such an obvious and stupid lie knowing that she can break my neck with just a glance. 

3) The shi- shopping centre

When Mike and his friends arrive to the movies, the lights and electric devices turn off and everybody starts to complain. But doesn’t that mall have a back-up system? Didn’t they predict that with so many people using their facilities a few days after its opening there were big chances of a short-circuit. Specially considering the new crazy employee of the ice cream shop whose emergency procedure is flipping the switch up and down until the lights turn on again. How could they not foresee that before? 

4) Will, you are retarded

During this season we will see how each time the Mind Flayer is planning something, Will notices the danger because appearently he can sense it by touching his neck. It isn’t really explained how or why. It seems they use as an excuse the fact that he was a host in the previous season, and so they have some sort of link, but I thought they had already threw him out of his body using heat. Anyway, Will senses him more frequently each time, but the motherf*cker doesn’t say anything to his friends who helped saving him, nor to his mother who was the first who tried to save him, nor to the police man who discovered that he was still conscious while being a spy. 

Is this kid f*cking crazy or what?! In season 2 he could sense how the Mind Flayer had possessed him and kept quiet too. And what happened next? If not for Eleven, the demodogs would have devoured his friends, his mom, Jim and every citizen in Hawkins and possibly in all America, that’s what. And in this season he doesn’t say anything to anyone until he’s a 100% sure that the Mind Flayer is back. Guys, I present to you all, Will the Wise, or should I say Will the Wh*rebag. 

5) The mind flayer's mindless plan

At the end of the episode, we see that Billy crashes with a bush when some gooey stuff gets stuck in the windshield. We don’t know what it is not how it got there, and we won’t get an explanation later. They just forget about that detail. Anyhow, the Mind Flayer traps Billy and in the following episodes we see that he becomes a host like Will, but this time instead of spying, he is used for fighting. Everything is ok, except for the fact that Billy is one of the worst possibilities for a host in the whole series. 

To begin with, why is the Mind Flayer still in Hawkins? What is stopping him from emigrating to other further countries, or continents, or even another State? Why doens’t he just flies to Russia, where there already was the necessary technology to open a portal and invade Asia and Europe, without a bunch of teenagers who could stop him? He could’ve also taken possession of soviet soldiers and scientists that worked there, who were thousands, in case they travelled there to stop him. Eleven might have powers but she can’t be using them constantly against hundreds of people at the same time. It’s just that instead of going anywhere else it just stays in Hawkins, where he already lost twice. 

Billy works in the public pool during midsummer. If the Mind Flayer’s plan was to invade our world, we sure wasn’t going to win that way, but hey, at least it will get to go home with a good suntan. Listen to this advice guys. If you don’t know where to go on Summer, travel to Hawkins to get a nice tan alongside the Mind Flayer, a monstrous and evil creature who will try to conquer the town, but will humbly take his time to enjoy the Sun from the shadows of the local pool. 

#stranger things #eleven hopper #jane hopper #mike wheeler #mike x el #stranger things 3 #eleven stranger things #will byers #lucas sinclair #dustin henderson #maxine mayfield #max mayfield #billy hargrove #steven harrington #joyce byers #mind flayer #demogorgon #jim hopper #lucas x max

[kukuandkookie]

wip titles meme

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Tagged by @crimsonrainseekingflower! 💕💕💕

Thank you for the welcome surprise—another one I finally discovered once I looked at my notifications and stuff! Fortunately this time I’m remembering to make my own post haha. 😆

I hope you don’t mind if I also divide by fandom, and these only vaguely include a couple art wips!:

SVSSS:

Grave Matters

Cinderella III: A Twist in Time AU!?

Just a Dream (is this unfortunately a lame-ass title 😔)

Haunting You

Singles’ Day

TLJ/ZZL/LBH/SXY ADDAMS FAMILY AU??????????

Bingqiu White Snake (animated movie) AU

Waiting for the Tree Branches to Bloom Again

Safe from the Storm

I See in Both Your Eyes (Something Indigo)

AU: The Lion King II??

Family Meal Goes “Wrong”

TLJ’s Lament

LBH²

狗哥狗哥，你真了不得 (Gou-ge, Gou-ge…)

Slavic Vampires…

CNY Dumplings Competition

Enchanted (because we’re doing this now, I guess)

Limb Regeneration What If?? 🤔

Of Costumes and Candies (Something Orange)

Something Old, Something New, and… (Something Blue)

SV OTGW AU

I Ship My Rival x Me AU

I Have to be a Great Villain AU

Happiness Just Out of Reach

Lost and Found

Words to Heart

Breathing Smoke Into the Lungs

HORRIBLE NEW IDEA: Maybe title: Just Enough. Just Enough for Me

Love Letters (that’s all I got so far *insert deepfried emote here*)

Daycare AU???

Hmmm. Prince x Princess AU?

Xi Yang Yang AU

Gongzhu

Followers Milestone Celebration

Teacup scene

I Think My Uncle Ships Us Help

Unattainable

I’d Like to Try Staying Awake (for You)

Breaking the System (aka Fuck the System? Literally or—jk jk lmfao)

Bonuses include the latest chapters for I’d Rather Spend My Whole Life Asleep (With You) and To Tame a Beast, except the former doesn’t have a wip title. The latter does in the sense that the chapter title is Pixiu!

Erha:

Putting the Musing in Amusement Park

This Venerable One Will Not Be Outdone

What You Left Behind/Do You Also Miss Me?

[The] Romance of Wolf/Husky and Haitang

Ghost Bride (Corpse Bride but Chinese?? And Reincarnation)

Reconciliation

Fifteen Growing Up Flirty

Out of the Closet (and Into Your Arms)?

The Prince and the Pauper (but based on The Princess and the Pauper because I’m a criminal who hasn’t read the original 😂)

Wo Jia Dashixiong Naozi You Keng but with an Erha Twist

TW WARNING FOR THIS ONE but Passive suicide ideation fic

IDK WHAT TO WRITE FOR CWN’S BDAY… GOD SOMEONE SEND HELP GFGKDFHGKSDFHG (this one has a more polished but still wip version titled CWN Birthday Fic: Past, Present, or Future, I Want to Celebrate With You 😆)

Jiaoren CWN

Priest CWN & demon MR…hehehe (now a Dianran AU?)

More Than Just Puppy Love

Flower Shop…Redemption…Thingy?

From Wanton Wants to Wonton Wonders

A Taste of What Could Have Been

Screwdriver

First Bow to Heaven and Earth

Hidden Love AU

Mo Ran pulls a Bing-ge

Mind(-Reading) Games

Stone Lion

Swallowed Flowers

Confessions (Role-Swap AU)

TXJ Week (help we’re way past that now 😔): De-Aged Fic

A Tear in My Heart aka Read You Like an Open Book aka To Leave a Piece/Page of Me in the Nooks and Crannies of You?

Shi Mei Jiaoren Fic: [I’m] Afraid to Live Without Breathing

I also have a lot of Erha and SVSSS fic ideas that are unfortunately just blurbs in my ideas document right now and not full-on wips so they don’t have any titles I can share. 😔

Misc:

First Times, Second Chances, and Third Time’s the Charm…s (?) (Link Click)

Missing a You of Another Time (Link Click)

Danmei, xianxia-esque story (Link Click)

Suriel/Sariel

Call of the Wolves (specifically chapter 78)

Chuju the Chou

Papillon and Akuma’s Story

Papillon and Akuma Role Reversal AU Story

Circinus and Pyxis

Smoke & Mirrors

Dimension Hoppers

Take Me Back to Hell (All Saints Street)

I’ll Love You Until All the Stars Fall from the Sky (The Legend of Luo Xiaohei?)

Fengxi like Shade in Firewing (The Legend of Luo Xiaohei)

Mafia AU Xuanli x Laojun (The Legend of Luo Xiaohei)

Continuation of Falling for You (White Cat Legend)

How Could I Ever Ask You to Love Me? (White Cat Legend)

My Shadow It Follows Me

The Us of the Present Could Perhaps Be Just as Tender as the Us of the Past (Scissor Seven)

A Conversation With a Dead Man (MDZS)

Magical Girl AU (MDZS)

Xue Yang’s Regrets (MDZS)

Ao Bing and Nezha in a shoujo high school AU… That’s it. That’s the whole idea (Nezha 2019)

Surprising the Un-Surprise-Able (I Have to be a Great Villain)

Xianxia AU (Kiss the Abyss)

Breathing New Life (Kiss the Abyss)

I Will Chase You to the Ends of Time and Space (Kiss the Abyss)

A Family Outing (Beryl and Sapphire)

Just Some Gay Little Dudes (Beryl and Sapphire)

Steven Universe AU (Beryl and Sapphire)

Something as Sweet as You (I Ship My Adversary x Me)

A Present to be Cherished (I Ship My Adversary x Me)

I Ship My Adversary x Me and 严禁造谣 Crossover? AU Swap?

Additional misc wips I haven’t touched in forever are the latest chapters for The World Doesn’t Deserve You (MDZS) and Frostbite (All Saints Street). 😅

And as a bonus, these aren’t at all “official” yet but the more I read for some manhua the more I’m tempted to write fics for them… For example, a fic for Blemishing the Contaminated or My Lovely Troublemaker season 2 would be so cute, even if I don’t exactly have any clear or obvious ideas for them. 🥺

Phew, wow. I had way more wips than I expected AKFJSKFHSJS. Some are honestly just super half-baked documents tucked away in a folder with only a title and outline, but I hope something here was of interest to you guys. 😆💖

As for tagging…

I also don’t think I’m capable of tagging as many people as I have wips otl. So I hope you guys don’t mind if I tag just a few of you!

@ezrathesplit @levia-kun @yumichanhamano @softdekus @rongzhi @azunshi

(Of course, if you would rather not, feel free not to do this!)

#kuku rambles #kuku88 #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #svsss #erha #2ha #scum villain’s self-saving system #人渣反派自救系统 #the dumb husky and his white cat shizun #erha he ta de bai mao shizun #bingqiu #ranwan #and a bunch of other ships 😆 #beryl and sapphire #kiss the abyss #I ship my rival x me #I ship my adversary x me #我磕了对家x我的cp #I have to be a great villain #严禁造谣 #link click #shiguang daili ren #时光代理人

[bugsbenefit]

current tfs summary as of the first preview 17/11/23, obviously SPOILERS

with screenshots instead of just links since i've seen a few people in my notes say they can't click on some of them. so putting a stand alone summary here

final spoiler warning, this is a summary of all the leaks we got of the play

the live summary the hawkinsavclubsub collected, copy pasted (including spacing and typos):

relationship/characters: . Lonnie is one scene so far (the bed scene we saw a pic of) where he tells Joyce she's just like the rest of them, won't amount to anything and to stay in Hawkins . Hopper and Joyce argue a lot and very nearly kiss . Very S3 Jopper vibes . Bob is in love with Joyce but thinks her and Hopper have a thing . Joyce/Bob/Hop are investigating the cat killer . Dustin's mom's cat died . so far, lots of throwbacks to S2/3 . Patty is big into comics and thinks Henry is a superhero . Joyce is trying to get a scholarship and is in a play . Patty sings . Patty/Henry are a thing . Hopper ships off to Vietnam at the end . Lucas/Erica’s parents were really cute the mom was really sassy like Erica . Ted and Karen are making out constantly . There is a play within the play that Joyce is directing and Henry and Patty are the stars . Joyce and Hopper discuss leaving Hawkins and going to Mexico "We'll always have Mexico." . Melvalds is a diner. Joyce works at Enzo's. plot: . Act 1 is tentatively titled "The Philadelphia Experiment," Act 2 is "The Nevada experiment." Each are like an episode. . There is a time jump of about 4 years. Play ends in 1963. . it implies at the beginning that the ship is the first thing to go to the upside down And brenner’s dad is the only survivor and on his deathbed tells him about what really happened to the ship and so Brenner is obsessed And he’s using transfusions of Henry’s blood which is a brand new type, to make the other kidsAnd it ends with Henry holding baby eleven . There was something about how Henry went missing for 12 hours and was found outside a cave system in Nevada And I guess that was when he went to the upside down for the first time And there was someone from brenners team that stole some equipment and was also found outside the cave system dead with Henry’s spyglass next to the body And so Brenner was searching for kids Because of finding the spyglass he knew it was a kid? . Patty doesn’t die, but falls from the rafters and is seriously injuredHenry thinks she is dead at first but is able to find her with his mind eleven style to know that she is all rightThe play implies he still had goodness/love for pattyShe gets reunited with her birth mom . Brenner was also like really evil in the play, trying to get Henry angry so he would use his powers Even encouraging him to hurt Patty And trying to get him to kill a prisoner on death row as like an experiment . The Creels originally lived in Nevada. This is where Henry first experienced his powers. Henry gets in a fight with a guy at school and the guy is later found with his eyeballs popped out.

screenshots of a more detailed plot summary from someone who saw the play on twitter

aside from that, here's some screenshots of what people have said that gives a bit more of a vibe for the play and what it's going for, but isn't really plot related. and ofc potentially heavily biased, these are just thoughts people had after viewing it

central theme of love conquers all once again:

just something funny i saw, ted/karen is apparently made things look really dire for stancy shippers

the characters like Joyce are aware of the creel massacre and all knew Henry. which has a lot of people saying them (specifically meaning Joyce/Hopper coming back in s5 is going to be interesting)

and here a few reddit comments about 1) how dimension x seems to be fully emphasized to be different than the UD

2) general vibe of s3 Billy in comparison with Henry in the play

and also 3) critique of there being in-show mentioned backstory for the adults that's contradicted in the play. ie Joyce having worked at enzos before which the show doesn't really do, or Karen and Ted being supposed to have an age difference

i've also seen a lot of people say that the play heavily implied to them that Henry will have some form of redemption or at least sympathetic conclusion in s5. coming from how hard the play went to humanize and "justify" his behaviour/actions and also the way it ends with him still being implied to care about people like Patty and not just "turning evil" at some point

and not plot related anymore but here's some of the posters inside the theater that we actually got leaked pictures from:

#tfs spoilers #the first shadow spoilers

[en8y]

[IMAGE ID: two horizontal flags with nine stripes; each flag has an icon of a light purple thought bubble with a question mark inside it, in the center. the middle stripe is twice as large as the rest of them, which are equally sized. the first flag has these top three colors: warm brown, warm yellow, and orange-pink. the second flag has these top three colors: purple-pink, deep pink, and bright light green. each flag has these bottom six stripes: light purple, off-white, light purple, deep dark blue, bright green, and dull golden yellow. END ID.]

dihopdreamic: a gender connected to being a dream dimension hopper; this gender is connected to dreams, dreamcore, oddcore, dream aesthetics, odd aesthetics, dimension hopper aesthetics, dimension aesthetics, and althood/dimhood!

darlidreamic: a gender connected to being a dream darling; this gender is connected to dreams, dreamcore, oddcore, dream aesthetics, odd aesthetics, darling aesthetics, lovecore aesthetics, and dasimhood!

@radiomogai @liom-archive @obscurian @revenant-coining @gender-mailman

#dihopdreamic #darlidreamic #dimension hopper system #darling system #dreamcore #dimensen #datesime #mogai gender #mogai coining #gender coining #tech.png

[haemshaems]

Yknow when they first introduced Hobie I was afraid he’d be the lone wolf, “I’m so cool because I’m emotionally closed off and I’m a jerk to those around me,” “I’m a part of an unnecessary love triangle because that’s the only way writers can create conflict between romantic interests,” “I represent a poor understanding of punk/anarchist ideologies and am generally just an edgy guy as a result.” I’m so glad that I was so wrong.

The whole time he’s interacting w miles it’s w warmth and he’s the first to say that he deserves the truth. He’s the one who helped him escape and the reason Gwen is able to leave her own dimension and assemble the team. He’s like genuinely a good person who advocates for miles and in his little actions (stealing tech to create his own dimension hopper so that people can travel without having to depend on miguel and the spider society, helping miles escape, refusing to help miguel capture miles, joint Gwen’s team to rescue miles because being punk is also a collaborative effort) show actual punk ideology

I truly think he only stayed as long as he did because he recognized that miles is the catalyst to break the system of accepted canon and I can’t wait to see how his relationships with the others develop in the next movie

#hobie brown #spider punk #spider man across the spider verse #miles morales

[revenant-coining]

Dihopautistic, Natautistic, Autisticural, and Playautistic

[ pt: Dihopautistic, Natautistic, Autisticural, and Playautistic ]

[ IDs in alt text ]

Dihopautistic: a gender in the dimension hopper system; a gender connected to being an autistic dimension hopper. this gender is connected to being autistic, autistic pride, dimension hopper aesthetics, dimension aesthetics, and althood / dimhood.

Natautistic: a gender in the natant system; a gender connected to being an autistic natant. this gender is connected to being autistic, autistic pride, natant aesthetics, water aesthetics, and enhood / nalhood.

Autisticural: a gender in the natural system; a gender connected to being an autistic natural. this gender is connected to being autistic, autistic pride, natural aesthetics, instinctual aesthetics, and inhood / tinhood.

Playautistic: a gender in the playmate system; a gender connected to being an autistic playmate. this gender is connected to being autistic, autistic pride, playmate aesthetics, playful aesthetics, and PLAYIN genders.

@radiomogai , @imawanokiwaaa , @rescanwriter , @gamercod

[ID: a pink line divider with a pink and purple sun in the middle. End ID]

#Dihopautistic #Natautistic #Autisticural #Playautistic #gender #neogender #dimensen #minalence #instinctant #PLAYIN #xenogender #dimension hopper system #natant system #natural system #playmate system #category: DIMENSEN #category: MINALENCE #category: INSTINCTANT #a beautiful star || creations #category: animals #category: nonhumans #category: genders

[ladyfromaspookyforest]

Talkin' about Russia 'cause Nobody Wants To

So...why the railroad?

Forced labor was extremely common in Soviet prisons. Their railroad system at the time of the 80s was one of the most utilized in the world. That Hopper's prison would be working on a railroad is not unrealistic in the slightest. But why is this prison (a secret prison, mind you) working on a railroad? Why is there a railroad located right by a secret prison? A secret prison devoted to secret research related to a secret dimension?

Well.

Where'd all this shit come from? How are they transporting all of the demogorgons here? How did they acquire them to begin with? Where did they acquire them?

And where the fuck is this?

This is from the first scene of season 3, when Alexei and co are trying to open the gate in Russia. We see his superiors go outside and then a shot of the Russian flag, but there's no location cue popping up on screen to let us know where specifically this is in Russia. Alexei tells us later that they moved the operation to Hawkins because the gate had already been opened and the barrier was therefore weaker.

So what happened to the lab in Russia? What else is going on at this huge base? Why is the research in Russia with the demogorgons and the particles now taking place at a secret prison in Kamchatka?

Kamchatka is a peninsula, FYI. Not a town.

So it's completely possible that the wumbo base featured in the season 3 premier is, in fact, also in Kamchatka. Or, if not, is at least reachable by rail.

I feel like it's safe to assume that something is still happening at that base. Because you cannot possibly convince me that they relocated from aforementioned base here:

Not a chance. As a relocation, this makes no sense at all. As a second operation, however, absolutely. We know that one of the reasons the demogorgons are at the prison is to keep them fed and (in Hopper's words) "entertained." We also see them being studied.

That means the location at the prison is convenient to provide fodder/dinner while the scientists study the creatures. But the Russians never got the gate in Hawkins all the way open, so they can't have taken the demogorgons from there. We also don't know how the Russians found out about the UD in the first place, motivating them to seek to open a gate.

This is the machine in Suzie, Do You Copy? It malfunctioned and damaged all the equipment in the room, including itself. The likelihood of the Russians dismantling the machine, transporting the parts to Indiana, and rebuilding the machine with those same damaged parts seems slim. So perhaps while Alexei's team was rebuilding a new machine in Hawkins, another team was repairing this one here. Because we still have a crack in the world.

Not a gate, but a crack is there. Season 3 takes place a year after this. Season 4 takes place eight months after that. After the machine at Starcourt was destroyed, you cannot convince me they gave up. If they had been working on BOTH machines in the year before the "mall fire," and then spent another eight months after that on this one, it is completely possible they managed to open it enough to get a demogorgon or particles through.

Here's a theory I'm just chucking out there. What if the Russian gate doesn't lead to the Upside Down?

What if it leads to Dimension X? Why give them the same color scheme? And show us explicitly that there are demodogs in Dimension X?

Another question: who is them?

It's implied that the answer is the demogorgons. But this is never outright stated. The prison officer dies before he's able to answer the question (typical) and then they look at the cameras and go "oh them of course!" But what if it wasn't the demogorgons? Or what if it was but killing them didn't kill the particles? Could there be Flayed in Russia? Are the particles even from the same place as the demogorgons?

If the demogorgons are from the Russian gate and the particles are from the Hawkins gate, the particles entering the demogorgons would connect them to the UD hive mind where before they would not have been, therefore allowing Murray's flamethrower extravaganza to affect Vecna, the demobats, and the vines in the UD Creel House. Maybe the particles were essential in order to allow this success while still allowing the demogorgons to be from another dimension and therefore a separate hive mind.

And MAYBE I'm full of shit. But I find the coloring of Dimension X and the demotanks extremely suspicious.

#stranger things theory #stranger things Russian storyline which is obviously not a tag because no one gives a shit about the Russian storyline RIP #murray bauman #the upside down #dimension x #my dumbass post

[gods-of-kanto]

Well then Saylor (I think it has a better ring than s.y.s.t.e.m) I guess this is farewell. You have been a fun tool to use to obstruct these curious fools but I do believe when this is done the dimension hopper shall lock you down tight beacuse my actions. It's been fun.

I am System not Saylor

Recovery: 85%

#system #Post

[n-odious-tropy]

Excuse me sir!

*he approaches you with a clipboard in his paws.*

Tell me EVERYTHING you remember about your home dimension... Please.

As a dimension hopper myself... it's kind of a shock to see people from different dimensions decide to start living here, y'know. -N.Caged.

Sir? Me? Oh. Well hello there. Aren't you that host of the Cortex hate club? Forgive me, I could very easily be mistaken. As for your questions, you'll have to pardon my limited knowledge. I wasn't exactly the most well traveled back in my home dimension, but I will offer what I can recall.

Let's see... I existed within the Shell solar system, a system consisting of 4 planets revolving around a sun which was surrounded by a field of nebula; much like a shell. Interesting, isn't it? Only two of the planets were actually habitable, Laim and Jezuit; the former being the center of industry and production while the latter was considered more of a leisure planet. I never did get to visit it myself, but all the posters that weren't vandalized pictured it as a dream getaway. Suppose it would have been shoddy advertising otherwise. Ah well. Would have been too expensive to travel anyhow, and the shuttles only ran when the orbit aligned to save on fuel.

Now Laim was where I lived, specifically in the urbanized sectors of Orne. It's hard to miss, really, given much of civilization was concentrated in one section. Outside of that? Fertile land for farming and a deep cavern on the opposite side of the planet for mining. There really wasn't much outside of the cities to speak of. You didn't really leave for no good reason. If you didn't have a job or weren't incarcerated in the mines, in the city you remain. Can't say the methods of production used out there sounded very friendly either. I constantly heard the news talk about how the planet was dying, being stripped entirely of its resources. We really were just running the rodent races while the rich and bored plotted their perfect little paradise on Jezuit.

If you truly felt so inclined as to look for yourself, I'd consider giving you the coordinates, but I won't offer any further guidance. I'm not going back, not with everything I lost just to be here.

#ask #N. Caged #//Sorry this took forever #//Finally got around to it ✨