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erikiara80 · 1 year

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ST will end like The Return of the King

I was thinking about the things the Duffers have said about the ending so far...

S5 will be similar to S1 in terms of dynamics and setting (edit: AND to S2 in terms of some big ideas they couldn’t include at the time)

No open ending

The ending is like the epilogue of TROTK and they know what happens in the last 20-30 mins (TROTK epilogue is 20 min long)

Eight endings?

Then there’s David, the only member of the cast who knows the ending. He said that it’s quite beautiful. Also a bit bittersweet. And in this interview with Finn, Wynona and Caleb, when they were talking about Will, he said that Will is not interested in El (like some fans suggested -sigh) but in another member of the party, and that “he wants to play D&D in Mike’s basement for the rest of his life” He said that with this smirk. And Finn laughed and said: “Yeah, Will said that”. Yeah. I’d say Byler is safe, lol. A sad, tragic ending for Will and Mike? Not possible : )

Yes. They do, lol So. How will ST end?

1. S5 will more like S1 and S2, but bigger

This is just a theory, but I love good parallels and the Duffers have never disappointed me in that regard. So, in 1x08 both Will and El almost die, while the others try to help them. El kills the Demogorgon but disappears, and Will is physically connected to the UD and, well, he’s technically dead. He’s not breathing, and Joyce and Hopper have to revive him. I hope that in S5 Will and El will fight together to defeat Vecna and stop the spreading of the spores in our world. And I think they will both almost die, again. Will is a lot like Frodo, so I expect a lot of pain and torment for him in S5. But he’s also Radagast, the wizard who can communicate with the creatures of Mirkwood. So my theory is that in the last episode of S5 he’ll connect himself to the UD to destroy the spores, the vines, whatever. And since he’s always been associated with fire, in both the campaigns in 1x01 and 1x08 (not to mention the Will the Wise drawing in S2), maybe he will use fire to destroy the spores. Maybe he and El will connect their powers to do it together!

Oh, and if he almost dies again, this time I think it is possible it’ll be Mike who saves him. Plus, if they really include many ideas they wanted to use in S2, well, Will’s connection to the UD and Henry/Mind Flayer was the most important part of the story, so it totally makes sense that he’ll be central in S5.

As for El, she needs to end her journey feeling that she finally belongs. That she’s found her place in the world, her home. She’s happy with Hopper and with the Byers, but I think that finding out that Will, her brother, someone so good and who loves her, is like her, would be the most important thing for El. It just feels so right. But yeah, in S1 she disappears. And she’s been compared to E.T. a lot throughout the show (mostly visually and by the Duffers). So maybe in S5 she will leave again. But she won’t be trapped in the UD. I have a theory about her mom. Or maybe it’s just wishful thinking. Watching El reliving all her memories, finding herself stuck in a loop and having to find the answers she needed to regain her powers, make me hope that maybe she can do the same for Terry, whose mind is also trapped in a loop. She could still feel her daughter and communicate with her. That means that her brain still works, maybe because she has powers too. Who knows? El saw her mom in her memory in S4, and was also able to revive Max. She’s much more powerful now than in S2. So yeah, I kinda hope she can heal her mother and go home. Like E.T. But it would be a happy ending. We’ll see.

2. No open ending

Yep. They will kill Vecna and close the gates once and for all. No more threats from the UD.

3-4. The last 20-30 minutes will probably be an epilogue, a bit like the ending of TROTK (the Duffers joked about this in a podcast)

I think Will (or maybe him and Mike) is the one who will tell what happens to all the characters. Like Frodo. There’s going to be another time skip, but I hope it’s just a few years, like them in college, starting a new life and not 52 year old Will telling us what happened in these 30 years. But it is very possible. And if they do that, we could see some of the main characters die. Like Hopper and Joyce, who would be in their 80s now. The bittersweet part. Life goes on and at some point you’re going to lose your loved ones. But they’ll never really leave you. The love and the friendships that made you who you are, are real, are part of you, and sometimes they can literally save the world. (Sorry, I’m already crying)

The possible 8 endings

Joyce and Hopper

Jonathan and Nancy

Steve and Dustin (yes, I think they’ll leave Hawkins together)

The Sinclairs + Max (so, Lumax and Erica)

Robin and Vickie

Argyle

and of course, Will and Mike

This is what I hope to see. If I’m wrong, maybe we won’t see Jancy but two separate endings for Jonathan and Nancy, or for Steve and Dustin (maybe we’ll see Dustin and Suzie?)

Anyways, I’m sure season 5 will be both epic and very emotional. I will definitely cry. But whatever happens, I will always love this beautiful story about family and love, and all its wonderful characters.

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roselightfairy · 23 days

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Haha amazing, and also deeply intriguing and I want to know about all of them but I'll restrain myself (I lie and we both know it):

Politics........I guess

Hehehehe thank you for askspamming, it makes me very very happy!

This one is a collab with the incomparable @deheerkonijn (who is probably going to get a mention in all these asks, because the beauty of fandom flow is that even on stuff you aren't actively working on together, talking about stuff All The Time leads to a lot of ideas for both people!). She also titled the document, hehe, which I think is a great compliment for how much impact I have had on modverse.

A thing about me is that I love fake politics. They haven't made it into the stories yet, but I have the modern forms of government roughly sketched out for I believe all the major kingdoms we visit in modverse (Mirkwood, Gondor, Erebor). DHK patiently lets me ramble about the one single poli sci class I took in undergrad a whole lifetime ago, and it's very fun for me. But this story, despite the title, is not actually 100% about politics!

One thing that's fun about modverse is thinking about how different things from the canon might map onto this fusion universe. We decided that in this world, the way Legolas and Gimli met is that they were both volunteering for Aragorn's political campaign! This story is a meander through that time, and right now all it is is a series of snippets of each of us contributing moments we wanted to include, and it has lain dormant for a while now, but I'm determined that one day I'm going to come back to it and we will finish it!

#my wips #adventures in cowriting #modverse #nerdfriending #ask

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kiatheinsomniac · 2 years

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☾ ⋆ﾟ MODERN THINGS V

notes: for what I had planned in my notes, I've cut the chapter in half to get it out sooner because it's been far too long! Also I will warn you that the last 2500 words were written at the peak of me being sleep deprived and I did not proofread this lmao

pairing: modern! Thranduil x Reader

word count: 4.3k

warnings: slight NSFW content, imbalanced power dynamics, big sugar daddy/sugar baby vibes fr

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More scattered than stars

Your chest felt tight with anxiety as you pushed open the doors to the study. That voice had only grown louder since you had told it that you would no longer be snooping around whatever Thranduil had planned in the political world. Now, the voice had grown louder, scarier, seeming to talk over itself in multiple voices as it threatened you and softly coaxed you and commanded and guided you all at once. But, out of all the tones it was using, all these strings of words coming from the same voice, they all had one thing in common: it would leave you alone if you just read through the files and gathered some information. So, here you were, going through Thranduil's desk with shaky hands and teary eyes. You sat down beside the best and wiped your tears with the backs of your hands before beginning to read.

There were reports about the dragons and Erebor’s quarrels with them, about certain projects to preserve elven culture, and plans to improve the already incredible use of renewable energy in the province.

“Can I stop?” You asked in a whisper, feeling guilty for betraying your lover’s trust like this after all he had given you and done for you.

Not until you find something of use to me.

You continued looking around until you found a drawer near the bottom of the desk that was locked. You searched all around the large desk for a key but could find nothing.

The statue bust.

Next to the window behind the desk, there was a bust on a pillar. It showed an elleth with dainty features and a hood upon her head, a crown upon her brow, her eyes closed in a peaceful expression. You began to examine the perfectly-dusted stone at the back of her neck was a small hollow section containing a key. You took it in your hands and went for the locked drawer, finding a series of files that were stamped as confidential. You laid them out on the floor in order that they were stacked in the order that you removed them. There were a series of spreadsheets containing bank transactions to all sorts of different accounts, to different names, many of them prefixed with military titles.

Again, you found all the plans for the censorship surrounding what could be said about Thranduil’s campaign and then one particular file caught your interest. Certain details were blacked out and you could tell that this was a photocopy. Your eyes widened as you read through the plan across the few pages, becoming too overwhelmed once you finished the introduction to take in the finer details of this plot.

Thranduil was planning on forcefully restoring the monarchy.

This was a plot to expand the province’s borders to all of what was once the Woodland Realm of Mirkwood, to close the borders and to have an army march upon Erebor to reclaim heirlooms of elven culture that Erebor had yet to return, claiming that they rightfully belong to the dwarven Kingdom as the elves never paid them in full.

This will do for now.

The voice said and then at last it was gone. Your heart was fluttering in your chest and your fingers trembled as you put everything back in place where you found it, being extra careful to make everything as neat as Thranduil liked his environment to be before you returned the key to its hidden place in the bust of the elven woman. You closed the door behind you and made your way straight to yours and Thranduil’s room where you stripped off all your clothes and got into the shower, turning the dial so that the water became colder and colder while you were in there. You needed to calm down before he came back. This was a big plot and, considering the military power that was going behind it, it would get a lot of people killed if not start all-out warfare.

Thranduil had mentioned recently how the dwarf Lord of Erebor was stubborn – surely he wouldn’t stand for this? But did they have the power to hold off the army that Thranduil was building?

You tried to put it out of your mind as you showered, the cold water shocking your body into calming down from its anxiety. Thranduil would be coming home on time for lunch today and he could read you like a book – he had had years to learn how to read people – and you didn’t want him to know what you had been doing. You were doing all of this for a chance to escape your mortality and live with him but you couldn’t do that if you broke his trust and he cast you away because of it.

You got out of the shower once you were calmed down enough. You had never cared about these things before so why now? Just because you knew things that others didn’t, things that were very against the law and were certainly going to get people killed. You were living with a man you love and loved you in return and you were lavished in all the luxury you could ever want. Why should you throw that away? Even if you did do something to stop Thranduil, tipped off other powerful people perhaps, they would get all the glory and you would lose everything and no one would be thankful for the clueless little girl who tipped off all the powerful men. Perhaps you were selfish but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care enough.

You were sitting in front of the vanity, fully dressed and brushing back your wet hair when Thranduil came into the room, a ghost of a smile on his lips when he saw you. You set down the brush as he approached you, hands coming to rest on your shoulders as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your temple.

“You look beautiful, meleth.” He murmured as his arms wrapped around you, leaning down over your body.

“Thank you.” You beamed a smile at him, all of your worries melting away as you looked into those bright blue eyes of his. You turned your head to give him a soft kiss, “How was work?”

“Easier than how the rest of the week has fared.” He replied as he stood up, shrugging off his blazer and sliding the wardrobe open to hang it up before he took off his cufflinks and rolled his sleeves up, removing his tie and putting that away so that he could undo a few buttons of his shirt. “I simply had to look over some plans for a few campaigns: better renewable energy, cultural funding, environmental programs, all made easier by my team.”

“Sounds complicated.” You replied, knowing full well that you had just read all of these in his office today.

“Not so much as dealing with affairs involving other provinces, thankfully.” He replied as he made his way back to you, offering you a hand and guiding you to stand. “Now, let us have lunch.” You gave him a smile and happily nodded your head as you took his arm and the two of you made your way to the dining room, a spring in your step at being with your lover. For now, you didn’t need to worry about anything: not about the voice, not about Thranduil’s plans, not about Legolas. But that didn’t stop you from bouncing your leg and worrying your lip during your meal.

“Are studies worrying you again, meleth nîn?” Thranduil laid his hand over yours on the table as you finished your food and made to drink the last of your water. You didn’t want to lie to him any more than you already had just by hiding things from him but you didn’t want to say that something else was bothering you either because then he would inquire into that and you didn’t have a believable lie up your sleeve to convince him with.

“Yes…” You sighed, “It’s all so overwhelming at times.” There was a flash of sympathy in his eyes before he brought up his hand to check the time on his watch. When he lowered his hand again, the hand that had previously been covering yours came up to touch underneath your chin, tilting your head slightly so that he could kiss you.

“Go and dry your hair.” He spoke as he withdrew, standing from the chair, “I’ll pick out your outfit, I’m taking you shopping.” Your face lit up at that and you almost leapt from your seat.

“Oh, thank you!” You exclaimed, stretching up onto your toes to kiss his cheek as you excitedly took his hand and half-dragged him to his bedroom where you began touching up your makeup and drying your hair, styling it simply. In the meantime, Thranduil was going through your side of the wardrobe to pick out an outfit for you. He enjoyed dressing you up himself and he always put together good outfits for you so you were more than happy to allow him to do so without protest. He picked out a white silk dress for you that fell to your mid-thigh and had a lace trim at the top and bottom with spaghetti straps. He paired this with a dark brown cardigan and a pair of black pump shoes that had a big platform on the bottom, a bigger heel and straps that went around your ankles. Going over to your jewellery box, he took out a simple set of pearl earrings and necklace and a little hair clip to match.

You gladly got dressed, thanking him with another kiss to the cheek and the two of you headed off to the garage where Thranduil’s hand rested on your thigh for the journey as you left to go shopping in another town. He would let you plug your phone into the aux providing that your music wasn’t too loud as he sped through the streets in his Mercedes. He would only take you to the most expensive places and, at first, you had felt rotten for spending so much money but he had made you grow accustomed to it now. However, your eyes had flittered to the rearview mirror a few times where you noticed the same two Land Rovers following you. You mentioned it to Thranduil.

“Yes, tensions are growing…” His lips pursed slightly and his thumb caressed the skin of your knee, “I’ve decided to start bringing the body guards with me to more than just work now. They won’t bother us at all unless there’s a security issue so you don’t need to pay them any mind, meleth.” You simply nodded your head and covered his hand with yours, fingers curling around some of his own fingers.

By the time the car was parked – in what you noted to be a car park that was rather empty and only seemed to have rather expensive-looking cars in it – you were walking through the shopping centre on Thranduil’s arm with a bubble tea in your free hand. There weren’t many people here but you knew that this was a very high-end place so it wasn’t exactly a hotspot for the majority of the public which you were thankful for.

In the back of your mind, you always worried about Thranduil’s fame when you went out with him. He made efforts to preserve his privacy, to detach his name from his face – this much you had read mention of in those files – but nothing like that was ever entirely airtight and all it could take was one picture going viral online for you to have your best friend screaming down the phone to you about sleeping with his dad. A dreaded part of you knew that Legolas was bound to find out one day but you had already discussed that Thranduil would be the one to tell him first – you certainly didn’t want him to find out through some stranger’s picture on social media.

The two of you began to browse around a shop you had been to before, searching through different dresses, button-downs, shoes, Thranduil snatching your hand away whenever you went to check the price tags, setting your hand back on his arm as he got one of the body guards to carry your pickings out as she trailed along behind you. She was an elleth with bright eyes and even brighter fiery hair that was braided away from her face down the top and fell down past her waist behind her, curling towards the ends. She had strong shoulders, that much you could see even through her suit and she followed behind the two of you, keeping a distance but not straying too far. You hadn’t a clue as to where the rest of the bodyguards were.

Something you enjoyed about shopping with Thranduil – other than how therapeutic it could be – was that he was genuinely interested in what you bought and how it looked on you. He liked to have a say in how you dressed, even if he was the only one to really see you, and so he wasn’t the typical sort of man to be blatantly dying of boredom and giving you half-hearted compliments. You pulled the curtain back to reveal your final outfit: a black babydoll dress with matching heels and a pair of sheer black Chanel tights with lace gloves to match. You swung your hips a little, enjoying the twirl of the skirt, as you showed off the outfit, liking how it matched the jewellery that Thranduil had already picked out for you that night.

He rose to his feet, eyes taking in the sight of you as he slowly approached. His hands ruffled the skirt of the dress a little and straightened out the sleeves as he took in the sight of you, eyes remaining low. Him and damned tights you thought with a ghost of a knowing smirk. He hummed in approval at the outfit and his finger curled under your chin to make you meet his eyes for a moment – they sparkled like a starry sky, as elves’ eyes usually did, but now they were lidded, darkened, and you knew that you were in for a long night. He leaned down, lips grazing past your cheek and jaw before planting a hot kiss just beneath your ear.

“You look delightful, meleth nîn.” He murmured into your ear before rising back up to his full height, “Get changed again and I’ll pay.” With a little ‘ok’ you gave him a smile and kissed his cheek before changing back into your own clothes, taking everything over to the counter with him where he didn’t even check the price before swiping his card and then insisting on carrying your bags for you.

You had already lost track of how much time had passed since the two of you arrived here and you were not given the chance to even ponder it as you were soon being whisked into a jewellery shop where jewels glittered all around you under the bright lights. You tugged slightly on Thranduil’s arm as a red necklace caught your attention but his arm wrapped around your waist and he shook his head slightly before making his way straight to the jeweller behind the counter. She was a dwarven woman, her beard intricately braided like her hair and decorated with various gem-studded cuffs. Her ears glittered with various piercings of precious metals and she wore a suit with a robe-like overcoat. As much as you knew Thranduil’s preference for elvish craft, he had once humbly admitted that the dwarves had a particular skill in jewel-smithing that he simply couldn’t overlook. The dwarf seemed to recognise him without a word as she nodded her head and hopped down from the step that was giving her additional height behind the counter, making her way away from it as another dwarf, a man this time, took her place and she stopped in front of a particular case.

You were unsure what she did to trigger it, but the case opened like a door to reveal a room behind and you looked to Thranduil in shock. Surely a secret room in an already high-end shop would only hold jewellery more expensive than you could ever pay for with a lifetime of work? Thranduil seemed to be amused by your reaction before leading you to follow the dwarven woman, the door closing behind the two of you. You found yourselves in a circular room, the walls lined with display cases and the plush carpet a dark navy blue. In the middle of the room was a circular table with some chairs around it. The dwarven woman sat in one particularly high chair that helped her to not be so short compared to the two of you while Thranduil set your bags of clothes down and pulled your chair out for you, ever the gentleman, before taking his own seat.

“Do you have any particular ideas about what you’re looking for today?” She asked Thranduil and you wondered if it was so truly obvious that you were not used to this exclusive setting.

“What’s the highest value metal you have here?” He asked and your eyes went wide in shock. You had got used to him spending lots of money on you, yes, but this much?! Surely whatever he was about to buy would cost more money than you would ever see in your life! You opened your mouth to protest but your white-haired lover sent you a pointed look and one of his hands rested on your thigh, silencing you without a word.

“We recently had a new set come in. That you may like.” The dwarf got up from her seat and made her way over to one of the cases, taking out a necklace and pair of earrings. The silver that they were wrought from seemed to glow and you wondered if it was just a trick of the light or if, perhaps, it was caused by the pale glow emitting from the gems which seemed to have silver and pale blue light dancing within them in all directions. They almost looked as though they shouldn’t be real, as though they had been pulled from the fairy tale books you would read as a little girl. “The metal is from a shooting star and the gems were crafted from its dying light.” Your heart hammered in your chest, unable to imagine how much these cost.

“May we?” Thranduil asked before you could even utter a word and the dwarf swept her hand in a gesture that said ‘be my guest’ before Thranduil stood from his seat and swept your hair away from your shoulder, unclipping the pearls from your neck and ears before reaching past you to the set on the table, dressing you in a star. He could feel how you trembled slightly, uneasy with the responsibility of wearing such jewels. His hand came under your chin, index finger and thumb curling into your cheeks and turning your head this way and that to admire how the earrings sparkled on either side of your face while the necklace hung around your neck, glittering from your throat to just above your cleavage.

“Thranduil, I can’t wear these.” You whispered and his look of admiration soured slightly, breaking his focus from how he was admiring you like you were the most exclusive artwork at an auction he had just won.

“Of course you can.” He replied, a coo to his voice before he leaned down over you to speak lowly in your ear, “And you will because I say so. Understood, little one?” You could only nod in reply, wide eyed as that pleasant look returned to his face. Behind those eyes, unbeknownst to you, he was already fantasising about how that necklace would look swinging from your neck as he bent you over the counter in front of the bathroom mirror. “Tilt your head back so I can see the necklace in the light, darling.” He instructed and you did just that, feeling his hand at the back of your head as you looked up at him, his eyes on the pricy necklace and the way that this angle allowed him to look straight down your dress so easily. “Yes, you truly have an eye for my taste, I’ll take this one.” He smiled at the dwarf woman. Any other client who entered this room would usually need a lawyer present as well as other staff members of the ship but Thranduil had been buying from the family-owned company for generations. It had been very long since he had been here but he had broken his absence recently when he came to buy you a set of jewels alone to give to you at home. He was a trusted client here after all that he had bought for his late wife centuries ago.

You let out a shaky breath as Thranduil removed the glittering jewels of starlight and replaced them with your pearls, much to your relief. The two of you were escorted back outside and Thranduil’s hand rose from being wrapped around your waist to cover your eyes as you were worriedly looking at the till for the price. You didn’t catch the number at the start but you did see all the zeros at the end, almost enough to give you a heart attack. He left carrying the jewels down to the bodyguards and you squeezed his arm a little as you left.

“I thought we were here to make me feel better!” You protested quietly, “That was far too much money!” He let out a sharp sigh.

“Don’t be ungrateful, meleth, you know I don’t like when you act like a brat.” Your eyes widened in surprise at how terribly he had interpreted your reaction. Sometimes you forgot about how different the two worlds you came from were until he did something like this.

“No, no, I am grateful, really, I am but…” Your hand squeezed his arm a bit too hard, enough for him to notice and he glanced down at you, “Surely there are more important things to put such money towards.” You found yourself swept into an alcove between two stores, away from the main walkways.

“You couldn’t be more wrong, my love.” He said as one of his hands came up to caress your cheek, “You’re worth far more than every last penny in any of my accounts and assets. There’s nothing in the world I put more value on than you so the costs of what I gift to you are truly meaningless. I couldn’t possibly put a price on how precious you are to me, little one.” His hand brushed the hair away from your face affectionately and he leaned down to kiss your forehead, “So don’t you ever worry about how I choose to spend my money, there’s truly nothing that makes me happier than providing for you.” He had provided everything for you. Your student loan paid off along with all of your tuition, an upgraded laptop, anything you may desire on a whim, your own apartment, a high-end wardrobe, more shoes than you had ever owned in your life, a place in his home.

Your eyes teared up at him and suddenly you couldn’t hate that voice anymore – wherever it had gone to now – no matter how much it tormented you. It was giving you the opportunity to have an immortal life with this man who looked at you like you were all the light in the world: the sun, moon and stars, the flicker of fire or the mysterious glow of bioluminescence. He looked at you like you gave meaning to a world, like you were his vision in a dark and blind world.

“I love you so much.” Your voice broke. Your relationship was a secret for a handful of reasons, Legolas being the primary one, but how could this possibly be wrong when he made everything feel so right? When he made you feel complete. How could something so beautiful, the very craving of your soul, be wrong? “I can’t put it into words, I’d take my heart out of my chest and give it to you if I could, just to prove that it’s all yours… Because it never has belonged to anyone else, nor will it ever.” You laughed a little awkwardly at your terrible wording, a poor comparison to just how intense your love was for him.

“You needn’t do that, meleth nîn.” He replied with a small smile, reaching up to very carefully wipe away the tears that were just about spilling from your eyes, careful to not ruin the makeup that he watched you apply with such careful precision. You already relied on him for everything, you didn’t need to give him any more than that level of trust, allowing him to provide everything for you. All you had to do in return was follow the few rules he had laid down for you and he was content. Which is why you couldn’t let him find out that you had been going through his study. “Why don’t we head home and we can get you used to wearing those pretty jewels, hm?” He suggested and you nodded your head, feeling his fingers lace with yours before he was leading you back to the car.

He held your hand in his the whole way back, not even breaking contact with you to change gears, bringing your hand with his and you couldn’t help the way it made you blush. Despite all the filthy things this ellon had done to you, it was always the simplest of things he did that really flustered you. You looked forward to what awaited you at home.

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sesamenom · 1 day

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i am having so many Star Wars Thoughts and also inspiration from the mirkwood campaign and I think Feanor is almost ready to cooperate with me so the next week is going to be a Struggle to draw everything before the inspiration flees again

#not silm #not art #my stuff #also the goblins are yelling for attention so i shall work on those as well

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lizziebylife · 1 year

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I've been playing a The One Ring ttrpg campaign, and I've been meaning to draw a token for my Mirkwood Elf for an AGE, so have a little sketch of Fainwen!

#my art #look at her go #she got so many orcs and wargs to shoot oh gosh so many #tor #the one ring #ttrpg #dnd #Dungeons and Dragons #lotr #lord of the rings #archer #elf #mirkwood #fantasy #sketch #token art

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imo-byler-endgame · 11 months

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Why i'll always ship Byler;

In spite of risking being told i'm extremely selfish for what i am about to say, i'm gonna say it.

The main reason i ship Byler, a reason that changed through the years because the story has been developing, is Will's unconditional and selfless love for Mike.

And it's not an 'i ship them because i feel bad for Will' it's an 'i ship Byler because Will is willing to break his own heart for Mike and also, Mike really deserves to be loved that fiercely'.

This is where i think people might think i'm being selfish, because, what about Mike's feelings? what about El's feelings? A couple is not just about one of the people in it feelings. And please believe me i know that, i've been there myself, being on a relationship just because the other person wanted me when i really didn't.

But the truth is, look at the three of them and tell me to my face the relationship and communication between El and Mike goes as deep as the one Mike and Will have. Please, tell me so and convince that that El will be as heartbroken as Will was in s4 while trying to fix Mike and El's relationship.

I've been thinking a lot about the fight at Rink-O-Mania only to understand that Will really wanted to see Mike, he even made the painting for him, he has been in love with Mike all the time he's been in Lenora, while his heart kept breaking everytime he didn't get a phonecall or a letter from Mike while El did.

Will still went all his way out with his painting and his happy face to the airport just to be met with awkwardness and a cold shoulder pat from the boy he's in love with.

There's no time nor way to bring a different love interest for Will at this point, he is just not gonna get over Mike, probably ever. Which means we'll never see him heal from a rejection if it was to happen in s5.

Are they really gonna end an *actually * uplifting show about friendship, unconditional love and being different being a good thing on such a sad note?

Could happen, but it would break my heart if it was the outcome of everything we've seen on Stranger Things.

It's obvious that two of the characters that suffered the most on this story are El and Will, there's no way around it. And you could ask, why should Will get the happy ending with the boy he loves but not El?

And to that i really want to ask you, can't she get a happy ending without Mike? Because so far she seems pretty miserable while being with him.

And that's super important to me.

El is being miserable when she is with Mike, while Will is being miserable when he feels he can't have Mike.

Sure, Mike is his own character and there''s a lot to say about him, so let's look at him for a minute. Which relationship looks more fullfilling for Mike at this point in the story? He is boy with a severe case of low self-esteem and feeling inadequate.

Look at him at the beginning of s4, while you see Dustin going to look for Lucas's replacement for the dnd session, he goes to the people he knows. He asks Steve, Max and ultimatively he comes up with the idea of asking Erica.

Mike is seen looking for his sister first, who says no and it makes sense, because even though she was nice years ago to the boys dressing up as an elf for a campaign, now he has to look outside, talking to people he probably doesn't even know, because since the Byers and El left Hawkins, it has not been the same, and yes, there's Lucas, Max and Dustin, but it's not the same for him. Mike lost something when the Byers left Hawkins, something he's gonna bring home by the end of s4.

I'm obviously talking about William.

He said he was gonna get Will home, and that's something he has always done. He was able to find El in Mirkwood, the one person who could help them find Will when he went missing. He was on the shed telling the most heart wrenching story of how important was the day he met Will for him and managed to help getting through Will's possession, hence finding a way to bring Will home again.

The one time Mike didn't manage to bring Will back; "Will, come on, you can't leave, it's raining" everything went downhill and it ended with the Byers and El leaving Hawkins.

But once again, when everything went to shit in Hawkins and they needed El and Will back, Mike was already in Lenora and it ended on all of them, once again, getting back home to Hawkins.

But what is home? Is it Hawkins? Is it Mike's basement?

As Mike himself says, he feels he lost Will and now Hawkins is not the same. Maybe Hawkins doesn't feel like home the way it did before. Maybe "home" is not the same without Will in it.

Or maybe that one phrase saying "home is where the heart is" is right and says a lot about Mike's feelings.

#Byler #why i ship byler #why i'll always ship Byler #it was suppose to be longer but i got interrupted and lost the train of thoughts #anyways Byler is Endgame

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bugsbenefit · 1 year

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the water motif in s1

i know watergate is a thing we talk about regularly but going through s1 again it's crazy how consistent that theme of water = uh oh, is

there's quite a few posts about it but i just want to go over all of the moments just in s1 alone again (i'll probably do individual posts for the later seasons when i get to them, but i think s1 is generally the most egregious season with it anyways)

instances and images under the cut because i'm serious there's an obscene amount of times this motif comes up

the shot of the lab worker getting dragged up the elevator and killed in the opener of the show gets intercepted by the Wheeler's sprinkler system as we hardcut to Mike's campaign

2. Hopper showers right before taking smoking, taking pills, And drinking simultaneously (also moments before he gets the news of Will's disappearance)

3. Benny washes dishes Right before the lab workers show up and he is killed (sc is of where you can read the captions describing the action instead of a few seconds later where you can see him do so we have some caps in some of these images lmao)

4. it starts lightly raining when the party get to "Mirkwood" where Will dissappeared and then full on starts pouring right before they find El and get dragged into the UD mess

5. after hooking up with a random woman again Hopper stands outside his trailer looking out at the lake while there's constant water sloshing noises in the bg of the dialogue (not subtitled), meanwhile he rejects the woman's advances and talks about feeling cursed (trauma moment poor guy)

6. infamously, Steve's pool, as Barb dies (she also literally dies IN the pool here, oh girl :c)

7. obviously Will's "body" being found in the quarry

8. after Hopper breaks into the lab and gets drugged. he wakes up in his now bugged home and runs outside first thing, where we get another great shot of the lake next to his house, again with the water sounds too

9. Lonnie showers at the Byers' while Joyce finds the papers in his bag confirming he just came back for monetary gain

10. El's constant traumatic flashbacks of the lab where we get to see "the bath", not including Every shot here because it happens more than once

11. now Nancy takes a shower while having flashbacks to her encounter with the Demogorgon that almost killed her

12. El looks at her reflection in the water while she's hiding out in the forest and breaks down/freaks out screaming at her reflection and disturbing the water

13. Mike at the quarry right before he almost dies if it weren't for El's interference (i haven't included the shot of Hopper standing at the quarry talking about how a fall in would be deadly since it's before Will's body is found there and Mike almost dies in there for real, since it would take up even more space here and is already on theme with setting tragedy up)

14. when the party all catches each other up to date Hopper tells everyone that the gate to the UD in the lab is "near a large watertank"

15. El washes her face, feeling bad for not being able to find Will or Barb, and seconds before deciding to ignore her fear and face the void again by setting up a new "bath" for her to use her powers

16. said "bath" itself, obviously, which already causes her great distress but is also from where she sees Barb's dead body

17. Will using the bathroom sink right after coughing up the UD creature and right before he has an actual flash to the UD itself

18. also every instance of El visiting the void, which exclusively consists of the water floor (during which she's not only scared each time but also mainly consists of moments like finding the Demogorgon or a dead Barb)

19. also the fact that anyone in the UD is extremely wet, which we see anytime we get shots of Will or Barb there

like. the amount of times this happens it crazy. i also didn't leave out any water moments and just cherry picked the "bad" ones. this is literally all of them. (fyi, i don't have one establishing lake-shot of Hopper's cabin in here because there's already so many images, but Hopper's cabin is associated with water in general every time were there. something bad also happens every time we're there so i guess it evens out)

also fun detail, i wouldn't include it in the actual list but i just think it's too funny to not mention at all: when the kids hide out in the bus at the car junk yard (the same the kids also hide in with Steve during s2) Brenner's men show up. and when one of them turns to finally check out the bus the camera turns and suddenly there's no cars on screen anymore and just Boats

literally just boats

which is Really funny tbh. i wouldn't count it as an actual watergate moment, but this is also the closest they could get to hint at their water motif without having the guy chug water while hunting kids or having another spontaneous rainstorm start

i just want to know where they're going with their overall water theme SOOO bad, it's been so prominent since s1, it clearly seems to be associated with bad things happening. but also the fact that there are no bodies of water in the UD (while everything is still wet and or gooey??)

I NEED TO KNOWWW LET ME IN

#st rewatch time #stranger things #watergate #this is seriously one of the wildest reocurring motifs the show has #like what do you mean #why are you so weird about water #it's just water #why are we demonizing it so bad #why is there no water in the UD #just. what?

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please tell me about your dnd campaign, stranger

hi hi hi hi hi hi hi do you have any idea how happy i am to get this ask. you have activated my trap card this is going to be SO long i am sorry in advance but The People Need To Know About My D&D Campaign.

so we’re playing in Adventures in Middle Earth, which is. supposedly a Tolkienverse-specific 5e mod but frankly it’s robust enough to fully count as its own system if you ask me. like it has its own guidebooks, character sheets, premade adventures, and features mechanics that 5e just straight up doesn’t have. it’s like if 5e were actually good. anyway. may i present to you:

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ The Mirkwood Campaign ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

so what, exactly, happened in the intervening years between the events of the Hobbit and LOTR? we did, BAYBEEEEEE!!

we are:

Murdoc, a hobbitish warden (adventures in middle earth’s version of a bard), played by yours truly!! raised in the shire and eventually moved out to the middle of mirkwood by an eccentric uncle who idolizes bilbo baggins, murdoc is the heir apparent to the brandybuck family inn. unfortunately for murdoc, he has developed extremely nasty prophetic dreams and is now burdened with the ability to see the future! a skill that has definitely left him with a very normal relationship to his new day job of Being An Adventurer!! i am unhinged and have uh. Talked About Him A LOT If You Care To Read This, but he is full of murderous rage and also tea and loves his friends very much. he also, more recently, surrendered himself as bait to the great werewolf plaguing mirkwood, trusting completely that his friends would come and save him. he was right. they did. and he lost his right hand in the process. :)

Ríros, an elven warrior (aime version of a fighter), played by @jaz-the-bard. tall, buff, sunshiny, and an absolute himbo. ALSO loves his friends VERY much and this is KEY. unfortunately for ríros, he is a redhead, and that does cause problems in a world where maedhros feänorion once existed. (stranger, i am so sorry if you are not one of my silmarillion regulars and did not know what you were getting into by asking me, a silmarillion blog, to tell you about my d&d campaign, and now have no idea who or what the fuck i am talking about). ríros is notably not maedhros though! he isn't even noldorin!! maedhros is a ghost who lives in his sword (and who is also played by jaz)! and who also maybe kind of accidentally possessed him one time, if you wanna read this here for a better explanation of ríros mostly but also all of the above.

The Bearer, a human slayer (aime barbarian), played by @thymo-leonta. grumpy old man. unwilling father to all these young and stupid adventurers he’s been stuck with. are they all adults? yeah sure. they’re still Children. we are making him go grey. also full of murderous rage. looks like he's running from his perfectly normal, happy, loving family. is actually acutely aware of the fact that he has been doomed to die. killed the werewolf that took murdoc's hand. as a consequence, became the werewolf that took murdoc's hand. has two dogs, both named Dog <3

Déorwyn, a human wanderer (aime ranger), played by @shadowkat2000. resident party Horse Girl. a fellow sufferer of The Bad Prophetic Dreams^TM. because this is not quite unfortunate enough for her, déorwyn Hears Dead People. apparently our GM gives her extra secret bonus ghosts that the rest of us do not hear or know about! this being the source of her foresight makes her pretty distinct from murdoc, despite them both seemingly suffering from the same thing, in ways that i have LOTS of emotions about. her horse is named windrider and Their Bond Is Unbreakable uwu

and @potatoobsessed999, our obligatorily Extremely Ominous GM!

(we are also occasionally joined by Ioreth, a human treasure hunter (aime rogue), whose player is unfortunately not on tumblr. a founding member of the party, has earned the epithet The Feral, mostly loves to hang out in the woods by herself, look for shiny things, and cause chaos. as a beorning, she CAN astral-project herself as a bear. it rules. once got possessed by a ringwraith, probably holds the most compassion for characters who have been through similar out of any of us. is usually covered in mud.)

initially in the employ of radagast the brown, a tenure that did not last due to murdoc's insistence that saruman is evil (i mean. yeah lol.), we're a group of adventurers traveling mirkwood with the aim to defend it as sauron slowly gathers power. we are

very

successful at the Fighting And Killing Things part of this

we specialize in:

lugging unconscious bodies through the woods!

lugging DEAD bodies through the woods!

lugging EACH OTHER'S bodies through the woods!

lugging things through the woods in general!

setting things on fire (usually murdoc's fault)!

making fun of our enemies so bad they just give up!

INCLUDING the ringwraiths (shoutout to ríros)!

serving annoying politicians subpoenas!

murdering them like the one time it was totally justified we promise!

accidentally convincing the council of mirkwood that murdoc's inn is a small fiefdom!

being generally cursed (except for ríros) (he just looks that way)!

HIRE US to take care of whatever problems are happening in YOUR local cursed forest! wights? patricidal politicians? generally awful politicians? sauron? the same fucking werewolf again? it's definitely just tuesday to us!

you can count on

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ the union of murdoc ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

anyhow, jaz is absolutely wonderful and has written several fics of our party, including (but not limited to):

Cooking Contest for the Free Peoples, based on an in-game conversation about beating sauron at competitive cooking,

In Which There Are More Ghosts, which is not canon to game but is in fact Extremely Representative of the exact kind of nonsense we get up to (campaign's haunted),

A Stranger With a Friend's Face, a canon to game horror story of how ríros got slightly possessed, the party acquired maedhros, and neither murdoc nor déorwyn managed to explain the presence of the vengeful ghost residing in murdoc's scepter and bullying him in his dreams to any of the rest of the party right up until this very moment,

and this wonderful drabble from the horror arc in which we were isolated inside of a haunted longhouse. complete with party memes here.

there's more, and i am going to a.) pick on jaz to add them if they can find them, and b.) pick on my beloved friends in general to Please Help Me Infodump About our Game!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Top to Bottom, Left to Right: Murdoc, the Bearer, Déorwyn, Ríros, Ioreth]

#so sorry to this random stranger. the op of the post about d&d games being five-person fandoms. who was kind enough to Ask Me This.#this is way more than you bargained for #even if you care about none of this I Love You Now. Just For Asking.#you must understand. i am compiling a sales pitch for my campaign. i need to get tumblr Invested.#also i truly have NO art of one-handed murdoc and this i MUST correct #my boy! does not have that second hand!!#his design has changed so much from even the point when this art was commissioned but that's a post of its own lmao #begging my friends to Descend upon this post because there *are* Things I Have Missed and i want them to infodump too .w.#mirkwood campaign #<= is my tag for everything from this game!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! go check it out pls!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#nelyo askbox #hoping that this doesn't have a million typos before i finally post this lmao

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thymo-leonta · 9 months

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okay okay this is belated bc i only just got around to doing it on my computer (due to the image number restriction on mobile) but I've been challenged by @nelyoslegalteam and @jaz-the-bard to post the bearer's powerpoint that he'd make if he was forced to And there was a minimum slide requirement. I'm putting it under a readmore tho

#oc things #the bearer #mine #mirkwood campaign

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rainystrangerthingsimagines · 1 year

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Flipping the Vinyl Pt 5 (Eddie x Henderson!Reader)

Everyone ran into the house to see you curled up sobbing in Eddie's lap. Dustin eyed the damage done inside the house. There was things that had fallen off the wall, scuff marks on the floor. Arwen crept out of your room, rubbing against your leg.

"What happened?" Steve asked, noticing a knocked over vase. "That asshole Jason decided to pay a visit." Eddie muttered, holding you. "What!?" Lucas asked, alarmed. "He started saying that what happened to Chrissy was Y/n's fault, that he knew she was somehow involved and he tried to fucking hit her." Eddie explained. "So you hit back?" Steve asked. "Yeah. And I hit hard." Eddie muttered.

"I saw it." you mumbled. Eddie looked down. "I saw what was doing this." You said. "You know what we're dealing with?" Dustin asked. "Not exactly. I-I mean I saw him but... I don't know what he wants." you muttered. "He? Wait, we're dealing with a person?" Lucas asked.

"We're here! We're here! Is she okay!?" Nancy asked, running in with Robin behind her. She saw you on the floor, sighing with relief. "Are you okay?" Robin asked. "I don't even know what I saw... I mean- I don't even know if what I saw could even be considered human." You mumbled. "Do you have any guesses a motive?" Max asked hesitantly.

"No. All he said was something about 'joining him'." You muttered. You closed your eyes, shaking. "Wherever I was... It wasn't the Upside-Down. It..." fear rose in your voice. "There was so much blood." you whimpered. "Hey, Y/n... It's okay... We're here now you're safe and we have a solution to him getting... y'know in your head." Steve assured.

"Wait... Joining him- That almost sounds like... like Vecna." Dustin noticed. "Who?" Max asked. "Wait it does." Eddie agreed. "Who is Vecna?" Steve asked. "He's this guy in our campaign. He gains followers by mind manipulation." Lucas explained. "You're seriously using a board game as the comparison?" Steve asked. "We've done it before." Dustin reminded. "The Demogorgon" Lucas reminded. "The Mindflayer." Max recalled. "We've literally nicknamed streets after books" Robin chimed in. "Mirkwood." "Rivendell" "oh yeah. Club road is Lothlorian isn't it-" "Okay okay! I get it!" Steve halted.

You flinched at the noise and Eddie took notice, frowning slightly as you buried your face in his chest. "Well whatever Vecna is... we're fucking killing him" Eddie mumbled, holding you tightly. "Agreed" everyone said in unison.

You eventually laid down, playing songs on the cassette player. You weren't even sleeping, just staring off at the ceiling with tear stains on your cheeks. Eddie was in the living room, trying to hatch some sort of plan.

The agreement was someone had to stay with Max and you at all times. Eddie of course volunteered to be with you and Lucas voted that he should stay with Max. However then came the awkward subject of showers. Then it became Robin with Max and Nancy with you when you had to go to places like a bathroom where a guy couldn't enter.

Either way, the group was adamant about safety in numbers and also in walkmans. Steve ran to RadioShack, picking up four walkmans. Two for you and two for Max in case something happened to the originals both of you owned. Panic was with them all as they tried to formulate a way to hide this all from your mother. Then there was the matter of the funeral.

There was no way they would be able to let you wear a walkman through a funeral service or through your speech. The best they would be able to do is just hope for the best and watch you like a hawk.

By this point, you weren't sure if living was even worth it. There was too much going on. Chrissy was dead, Jason was convinced you killed her. The funeral was set for tomorrow and you couldn't even process the fact that your best friend was dead. On top of that, you were entrusting a bunch of teenagers with coming up with a plan to save your life.

Two weeks ago, life was simple. You were content with life being in the dull shape it seemed to take. You liked its simplicity. You thought that maybe, just maybe, you'd get one year where there wasn't some reason why you had to go off and save Hawkins.

Arwen curled up next to you. You felt her soft fur, sighing softly as you pet her. Eddie soon cracked open your door. "Hey... you wsnt anything? Food? Water?" He asked softly. "Lay with me." You mumbled. Eddie didn't hesitate as he laid next to you, holding one your hands.

You didn't seem to be registering most of the day. You were in this state of numb, one that was partial grief and the other part terror. You were alone. You were in a room with two people but Vecna managed to get you alone. There was no way you were going to stay alive, you could feel it.

"Y/n... I'm really worried about you." Eddie said. You looked over but didn't say anything. "I want to be able to help-" "You can't." You whispered. Eddie looked over watching as a tear slipped down your cheek. "He gets in my head... He weaponizes what I see... What I hear... He even weaponizes you..." You mumbled. Eddie didn't know how to comfort you. "And I just... I keep thinking that if I'm this scared... I can't imagine how terrified Max must be... I mean for fucks sake she-she's a kid."

"...I wish I could promise that there was a way to keep this from happening again. But for now, we've got to keep these records and cassette tapes going. It's the best we've got." Eddie finally said. "I know..." you breathed.

Silence filled the room again and Eddie looked over as you stared at the ceiling. Eddie leaned up slightly, noticing the guitar in the closet. He glanced over at you and then got up, making you sit up.

He picked up the guitar, fiddling with it to make sure it was in tune. You rose a brow. "What's your favorite song of all time?" He asked. "...What?" You asked confused. "Come on! Favorite song! Everyone's got one." Eddie asked making you even more confused. "I don't know uh..." You looked at your bookshelf and then back at him. "Would you judge me if it was Abba?" You asked. Eddie grinned making you smile slightly.

"Can I guess?" He asked. You moved, sitting at the foot of your bed, "I'm curious to know what song you think I'd like." you admitted. Eddie pondered before playing a familiar tune. "Lay All Your Love on me" Rang out through the room as he played the song carefully.

You snorted, laughing as he played the chords. "No? No laying of the love?" He asked, still playing. You laughed harder and he smiled. "No, my taste is depressing." you admitted. Eddie snorted, holding the neck of the guitar to silence the chords, "There's such thing as a depressing Abba song?" He asked. "It is if you go far enough into the rabbit hole." You said. "Oh my god... You're an Abba junkie." Eddie said making you giggle.

"That was like... The only song I know by them." He admitted. You stuck your hand out, him raising a brow before handing you the guitar. "Do not judge me, I have not played in years." You said. Eddie nodded, sitting next to you.

You strummed a few chords, setting a slightly sad atmosphere. You swallowed hard before you heard a light tap on the window. As if God had a sense of humor, you notice it began to rain. "I don't wanna talk" your voice was low, but beautiful. It caught Eddie off guard as he listened. "About things we've gone through. Though it's hurting me"

The last time you played this song it was with Chrissy in the room. She was doing her nails at your desk, remnants of the white nail polish actually still near the edges of the desk. She actually loved to listen to you play. She encouraged it even.

"Now it's history, I've played all my cards and that's what you've done too nothing more to say no more ace to play" She'd just space out, doing whatever activity, occasionally requesting a song or two. She'd swear up and down, one day you two would have a sleepover with the rest of the cheer squad so they could request songs too.... Back when life was normal. Or at least… As normal as it could be.

The winner takes it all, the loser's standing small beside the victory that's her destiny" You missed her. More than anything. You wanted to just see her one last time... Not in that god awful condition you saw her in last. "I was in your arms, thinking I belonged there, I figured it made sense building me a fence"

Eddie could see the slight pain in your eyes as you played. He could see just how scared you were. Vecna left you feeling helpless and despite the new way to block him out, Eddie understood why you were terrified. He was in the room with you when you blacked out. "Building me a home thinking I'd be strong there but I was a fool playing by the rules"

You looked over surprised, Eddie nodding for you to continue. You kept playing, Eddie joining you in harmony. Steve looked up from the counter as Nancy and Dustin spoke. "Guys" "Even if we know the name, we still don't know what will kill it" Nancy sighed. "Plus, it's not his real name... at least I highly doubt it's actually 'Vecna"." Robin added. "Guys" "Whatever it was, it left Y/n shaken-" "Guys do you hear that?" Steve asked.

"The gods may throw a dice" Everyone fell silent to hear singing. "Their minds as cold as ice" it wasn't loud by any means, but it was enough to make the house go quiet. "And someone way down here Loses someone dear" "Are they... Singing?" Nancy asked. "Yeah... And they don't suck." Robin noticed. "Never mind that- is that ABBA?" Steve asked.

Everyone turned to him. "Why do you know ABBA?" Max asked. "...It's a guilty pleasure." Steve admitted.

You looked at Eddie as the silence set in between the two of you. You didn't dare to move. Not when everything seemed to interrupt the two of you when either of you tried to move forward in any capacity.

Eddie though, couldn't pass up the moment. All was still and there was a moment to breathe. He slowly leaned forward, his lips hovering a few centimeters from yours. You could feel his breath. You could smell the weed on his breath.

The gap between the two of you closed, Eddie slowly lifting his hand to your cheek. You pulled away, not saying anything as you rested your forehead on his. "Thank you" you whispered. "For what?" Eddie asked quietly. "For being here... For making me feel more normal..." You said softly. He smiled slightly, pressing a kiss to your lips again.

"And uh... Don't think I'll just forget the fact that you know words to an Abba song. Two Abba songs actually." you said after a bit. He chuckled, rolling his eyes. "No one will believe you." He teased. "Well we all heard you two singing so-"

You and Eddie jumped, the guitar nearly falling from your lap until Eddie grabbed the neck. "JEsus ChRist!" He gasped. "How long have you been standing there!?" you asked Max. "Long enough to witness the make out session that we all saw coming." Steve said. Your face went red as you smacked your face into Eddie's chest making him laugh.

"You're cute when you're embarrassed." he chuckled. You let out a small chuckle and the group smiled. This was the first they had seen you comfortable since Chrissy. "Does anyone else want pizza?" Dustin asked. You raised your hand without looking up.

It felt weird having to halfway wear a walkman at the dinner table. The worst part was coming up with a plan for when your mom came home. Staying at someone else's house was going to be out of the question when Chrissy was dead. Plus, your mom had a tendency to become protective over you whenever things like this happened. When Will went missing it was just an annoying hover over you. When the "mall fire" broke out, you weren't allowed to hang out anywhere like an arcade. It had to be at a friend's house. By that point you had befriended Robin and Nancy so they weren't out of the question. Though you had never asked to stay with either of them before, you still felt that playing the grieving best friend card would help.

You hated lying to your mom. You felt like if you did die, she at least deserved an explanation as to why. Telling the truth though meant that she'd probably power down on her protective tendencies. You hated that feeling. More than anything. Just getting stuck in a constant state of "what do I do?"

"I don't think I've ever seen someone stare down a pepperoni that hard before." Steve said looking at you. "I just... finished my speech today and.. I still feel like it's not enough" you breathed. Steve felt a tinge of sadness for you. Even when he was at Scoops Ahoy, he saw you with Chrissy. That bond you had was unbreakable and to see it severed was awful. Eddie looked at you, watching as you ate. "I wish I could say something reassuring but... I don't know how the fuck we're going to handle this." Max said. "We'll fix it." Lucas said. "Eleven?" You suggested. "We tried calling, no one picked up." Dustin said. You sighed, listening to the Beatles tape.

This wasn't fair. You wanted to go back in time to when life was simple. To when it was normal. When you were more stressed over a chemistry class than the fate of the world. When you didn't have to fear for your life. Eddie tapped his pick necklace that was dangling from your neck. You looked over at him. "You're getting lost in there again." He said. You sighed looking at the table. "I'm not sure I'm making it out of this." You mumbled.

"Well that's comforting." Max muttered. "If he goes after you, I'm taking your place Max. I'm not letting you die." You halted. She looked at you surprised and Dustin frowned. "Neither of you are going to die!" He said. "Dustin." You sighed. "He's right, we're not letting that happen to either of you-" "ENOUGH." You yelled. "I get we're trying to be optimistic here but face it: we don't know who or what we're dealing with here! This thing has killed two people and now it wants a third and a fourth. Max is a kid! If we have to make a choice, which knowing how our luck is through these fucking events, we will, you will choose Max over me. Do I make myself clear?" You asked.

Steve closed his eyes and Robin fell silent. Nancy looked over at Dustin who seemed more upset towards your words. "Y/n, we have a funeral tomorrow. Now you're trying to drill it in our heads that you should be the one to die. Don't you realize you and Max aren't the only ones going through this!? You're my sister! Max is my friend! And I might lose one-- or god forbid-BOTH!" Dustin yelled. You crossed your arms with a sigh. "We can't fix everything. For fucks sake I have my headphones on at the dinner table trying not to actively die. This isn't a solution Dustin, it's a temporary fix." You said. Eddie looked at you.

"Y/n, I'm not letting you die." He said. "Eddie I'm just being realistic-" "Y/n, I get you're trying to prepare us for the worst but seriously, realistically speaking, we aren't letting you or Max die. Neither of you are going down. If anyone is going to die, it'll be me. Am I clear?" Eddie asked. You closed your mouth. "Am I clear?" Eddie repeated. You nodded. He sighed. "You should try to sleep. We have a funeral tomorrow." Eddie said. "Ah shit, I don't have a suit." Steve realized. "Fuck, neither do I." Eddie said. "We have two you'll probably fit into." Dustin said.

"I doubt you're our size kid." Eddie said. "No, we have Y/n’s dad's old suits from before he split." You said. Max looked over at you. "Your dad left?" She asked. "Well, technically me and Dustin are half siblings. Both of us have separate dads." You said. Nancy looked at you shocked. "Ryder is pretty cool." Dustin said. "Ryder?" Steve asked. "My dad. He's a travel photographer." You said. "What about your dad?" Max asked Dustin. "Mine's a deadbeat." He shrugged. "Ryder treats me like I'm his kid when he's around" Dustin said. "When he's around? So he pops up every so often?" Eddie asked. "Yeah. He's uh.... hold on, where was the last postcard from?" you asked. "Arkansas, I think." Dustin said.

"He's in Arkansas." You said. "Are your parents still together?" Steve asked. "Nooo. No. Mom's too much of a 'I want to stay in one place' person and dad is a wanderer." You shrugged. "Ever wish you were with him?" Lucas asked. You had a sweet smile on your face. "All the time. I love my dad." You said softly. Dustin sighed. "Right. Ryder did call by the way." He said. You looked over. "He did? When?" "When you were asleep." He said. "Oh." You seemed disappointed. "He said he'd call back in the evening but we haven't heard the phone since..." Dustin said.

You sighed and the phone rang, Dustin getting up. "Henderson residence" he said. You rose a brow. "Hi mom. No, Steve is with us. Y/n's not exactly in the mood to-" you got up and he looked at you. "Are you sure?" He whispered. "Yeah" you nodded. He handed you the phone. "Hey mom." You said quietly. Eddie looked at you. "Hey sweetie. My flight is delayed so I'm not going to be in tomorrow. But... I managed to get in touch with Ryder and he should be with you guys tonig-" "wait what!?" You asked shocked. "He said that he didn't get to talk to you and he was worried so he was heading out that way-" "Are you serious?" You gaped. "We're just worried honey-" "No no, it's fine I'm just surprised, the most we see him is Christmas and birthday." You said.

You heard a low rumble outside and grinned slightly. "He's here mama." "Stay safe baby." "I will-" you said before hanging up. You grabbed your jacket, Eddie looking at Dustin confused as you bolted out the door. The boys followed you outside to see a man with h/c hair removing a bike helmet and Dustin gaped as you jumped into his arms. "Dustin is that-" "Yeah that's..." he scratched his head trying to form a plan.

"That would be Ryder."

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open-hearth-rpg · 8 months

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Generational Play: Great RPG Mechanics #RPGMechanics Week One

I love the idea of a generational game: a game which takes place over many years. For a long time it was a ‘White Whale’ game for me. I hadn’t seen systems which leaned into that kind of play.

We did have some, in particular The Great Pendragon Campaign, which with the right group provides an amazing story over decades. There have been others: The Darkening of Mirkwood, there are hints of it iirc in Blood & Honor, and even Microscope to some extent.

But Legacy: Life Among the Ruins offered us mechanics which were both adaptable and captured the sense of time passing. They also used it, with some changes, as the basis of Free from the Yoke. These games split play between Family level and Character level. You move back and forth between them. Character play “Zooms In,” but on the Family Level the things you do take time.

Things and events build up, with community projects– and the success or failure of those– offering a clock for play. When a project reaches its end point, the age turns and we go through a procedure to resolve what has happened. Customs may change, the society may shift, and importantly player characters may age and even age-out of play. The players collaboratively decide how much time has passed.

In Legacy this can be a short period, decades, or even generations. Free from the Yoke tightens that range a little bit, with two clocks happening: the yearly gathering of the PC families to attend to the ruler and the completion of a set project which may push things forward even further.

Incidentally I didn’t understand the scale of all this when I first ran Legacy. I still approached an actions as doing a small, discrete thing. I assumed doing something important required steps and multiple actions, rather than getting resolved on an interesting, sweeping scale.

I love the continuity implied with this approach. You have the family line drawn all the way through history. But you also have the characters who make up that family. A character might only be there for one age, or they might remain for multiple eras. That makes for a really interesting interaction between the PCs, where an older character has to deal with the offspring of one of their companions. I enjoy play with those kinds of stories and I love that we’ve seen more generational play these days (like Fight to Survive: Role-playing Martial Arts Meets Heart)

#ttrpg #rpg #rpg mechanics

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zenaquaria · 2 years

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“Don’t say anything, don’t look at me, just... Get us across this bridge, all due haste.” “A-.. Alright.”

So! The Auscives party (other homebrew campaign aside from Axia) made it to a dwarven mountainhome recently, to see the Underking and see about getting a very special weapon reforged and sent back to the last country we were in, Greymoor. In this party are Ysra, Wood Elf Ranger; Lucian, Human Rogue; Ameria, Changeling Bard; and Telek, Dwarf Wizard/Fighter. And now also with Cederic, @bluebrush09arts‘s fighter from the CoS campaign!

This mountainhome features a massive rock suspended by enormous chains over a fishbowl-shaped caldera full of molten rock. There’s one giant stone bridge to and from it. The bridge has rails, the caldera does not.

Ysra is a constantly-analyzing-the-environment ranger from an ancient forest. This is not something she has any exposure to till now. She sees no way whatsoever to stop oneself from falling to certain death should one fall off the bridge or over the caldera’s edge. Our party makes it halfway across before a jostle and a child’s excited happy scream just short out our Mirkwood Witcher’s body entirely and she freezes in the middle of the bridge.

After some kerfuffle, newcomer to the party Cederic is asked to help her get across. He’s just trying to be nice and fit in with this group! But Ysra doesn’t like Cederic; she’s wary as hell of the poor man. So for this sellsword, this blond mercenary she’s incredibly suspicious of, to pick her up and carry her across this godsforsaken bridge like a soft damsel, and then on top of that get mistaken for a paired couple by the greeting dwarf on the other side, is HELLA embarrassing.

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#dungeons and dragons #fighter #ranger #wood elf #human #others ocs #cederic #my ocs #ysra galaren #humanoid #art #not pony #auscives adventures

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dadbodfanatic-x · 2 years

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Paper rings; part 5

Jim Hopper x Original female character

A/N: no real trigger warnings for this chapter except language and spoilers for season 1 if you haven’t watched yet.

You’re not sure what you were expecting, maybe hopper to attack you the second he saw you again and kiss you immediately but unfortunately that’s not what happened. Maybe he was waiting for another perfect time or maybe he went home and decided he didn’t really want to kiss you after all but a part of your heart hurt nonetheless.

You had been trying to distract yourself lately, you had kept in contact with the Byers boys often after the incident earlier this year. Will had started a new campaign for D&D with his friends so occasionally you met him after school to help him and grab some food, mostly you just wanted to keep his mind on anything other than his dad. Jonathan had ran into you a few times outside of bennys but he never really took you up on your offer to talk, which was okay, what teenage boy ever wants to talk?

Lately, everyone in Hawkins had been dealing with power outages all over town. They were becoming more frequent and a lot of people thought it was cause for concern so they would phone the police. It was beginning to take its toll on Hopper. You spent most of the day fielding calls for him and leaving him in his office, when it was time to end the day you practically ran home. You were definitely not avoiding him.

The following morning you woke up a little extra early and took a little extra care getting ready so when you rolled into the station you really weren’t expecting to beat everyone there. Since it was still early you started on some long overdue paperwork, more than half the town was out of power this morning so most of your calls were complaints about that. Once your paperwork was done you decided to grab a cup of coffee, you made some for Flo and sat it on her desk and even made one for Hopper and left it for him.

“Damn you look like hell chief” oh well Hopper must be here. Fashionably late like always.

When you heard Flo give him his morning calls you half listened until you heard something that made your stomach drop.

“Joyce Byers called, she can’t find her son” you wanted to punch Hopper for his half ass reply

“Wait which son Flo? Will?”

“I’m not sure she’s in his office”

You ran in behind Hopper to see Joyce sitting by his desk smoking a cigarette. You listened to every detail Joyce gave and when Hopper had the nerve to question Joyce about Lonnie your head spun.

“Are you joking Hopper? After what we saw you think he’s with Lonnie?” You scoffed and Joyce looked grateful after your input.

Hopper groaned and gave you the same bullshit speech about how 99 out of 100 missing kids are with their parents.

“Last night was his D&D night, he would never miss that for fucking Lonnie. We’ve been working on that campaign for two weeks” Joyce reached out and grabbed your hand, you squeezed it hard.

“Find my son” she looked at you both before she left

After Joyce, you shut Hoppers door “why the hell would you even guess lonnie? The shit that man said to Will makes my skin crawl. HE WOULD NEVER”

“Look Nora I know you’re new to Hawkins but this stuff just doesn’t happen here..”

You could feel your blood boiling “new to Hawkins?! You probably couldn’t tell me one damn thing about Will, help me find this kid or stay out of my way Hop” you made sure to slam his door on the way out.

You ran home to change your clothes, a pencil skirt was not the optimal choice to trek through the woods to look for Will. You knew after that you should probably make a point to stop by the school to talk to the boys, see what time will left mikes last night. You actually ran into Hopper and Callahan there as they were pulling the boys out of class.

“He takes Mirkwood” Hopper and Callahan both looked at each other confused

“What’s Mirkwood?” He questioned “it sounds made up” Hopper groaned on

“It’s from The Hobbit” you and the boys spoke at the same time. The smile Dustin gave you was adorable.

“No you can’t help look, you are to go home immediately” Hopper had taken his no shit attitude voice out for this part. While you didn’t agree with how he was being about Will missing you did actually agree on this.

“Boys, I promise I’ll keep you up to date okay? You just need to go home and stay safe.” You we’re looking directly at Mike Wheeler when you said that part. Although you were almost certain the boys weren’t listening at all.

“No investigating. Do I make myself clear?” You rolled your eyes as the boys left.

“There friend is missing Hopper, maybe you could give them a little break” he turned around quick on his heels.

“Since when do you know about all this shit? The D&D and The lord of the rings?” He was looking at your dumbfounded and you realized Hopper didn’t know much about you at all.

“The lord of the rings and The Hobbit are some of my favorite books…and I’ve been meeting Will probably once a week or more since the situation with Lonnie happened to make sure he’s okay. He’s been telling me about the campaign for a long time. You have no idea how excited he was…” when you looked back up at Hopper he was smiling down at you. Callahan quickly cleared his throat and you realized where you both were and walked out of the principals office.

“Come with me we’re gonna check Mirkwood” you jumped into the passenger side of his cruiser and took off. When you reached the road Callahan and Powell got out behind you and began yelling for Will but you watched Hopper come to a stop and your stomach churned before you even heard it “hey I’ve got something…”

Will’s bike was laying in the woods off to the side of the road and you thought you were going to be sick “Hopper Will would never leave his bike somewhere…” you walked up and put your hand on his bicep “that’s how he gets around everywhere”

He looked down at you “he would if he was scared enough” you put your forehead on his arm. You stood there staring at the spot his bike was in as Hopper loaded it up to take it to Joyce’s house.

You could see the wheels turning as soon as Hopper stepped foot into the house, you didn’t like this feeling and you were beginning to think Hopper really thought something was wrong. Your suspicions only confirmed when you both walked into the shed and you saw the bullets laying out on the workbench “Hop…” and then the lights flickered and the power went off. You watched as he picked up the flashlight and began looking around the shed.

“Hey” Callahan called and you jumped out of your skin and so did Hopper.

“I’ve been calling you, are you deaf?” He groaned on to Hopper as you both walked out of the shed but honestly all you could heard was your heart rate quicken.

“Call Flo and get a search party together for tonight…” you nodded “and bring flashlights…”

Later that night you walked through the woods listening to everyone call for Will, you felt so uneasy it was hard to pull yourself from Hoppers side. He was the only one you felt safe with during this increasingly more stressful situation.

“He was a good student you know?” You heard a voice from behind you and you and hopper both turned around.

“I believe it, smartest kid I know” you said back to the man who later introduced himself as Scott Clarke. Middle school science teacher.

You half listened to him and hopper talking about some old teacher before you heard it “Sara, my daughter” Hopper mentioned. You heard them continue to talk about galaxies and universes but you were stuck on the same line over and over. A daughter, you didn’t even know Hopper had a daughter. You heard him mention that she lives with her mom in the city before he seemingly ended the conversation and took off ahead quickly.

You stayed behind figuring he seemed like he might need some time. You realized you didn’t know much about Hopper either.

“She died a few years back” a woman walked up to you both and mentioned.

“What?” You both said looking to her and then to each other “his kid” she mentioned before walking off and your stomach dropped. That’s why he doesn’t mention her, you thought.

And then the thunder cracked and the sky’s opened up and you thought Mother Nature might be feeling exactly like you because she unleashed all the tears she held in all day.

#stranger things #jim hopper x reader #jim hopper fanfic #chief hopper #will byers #joyce byers #paper rings #part 5

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