#shadowedvales

[miercolaes]

okay. so i have been thinking about you in general for a while now, but the fact that it’s nye (well, nyd for me! i’m living in the future!!) prompted me to finally message you. you are one of my favourite people on this silly little site, and i really, really mean that. your writing is spectacular, your posts about wednesday are always so passionate and detailed, and i just really really adore everything you’re doing with her. and that you’ve kept it up even after the wednesday rpc died. i am so glad you didn’t die with it!! i’ll never forget the day you messaged me about being affiliates, because when the message popped up on my phone, i was literally watching jenna ortega in a show on television. in that. exact moment. and seeing her made me think of you, and i remember thinking to myself ‘when this is over, i’m going to pluck up the courage and ask veronica if she’d like to be affiliates.’ but you beat me to it! i know we don’t get to write or chat heaps these days, (and that’s purely on me bc i have been so slack lately), but i hope you know that i treasure every single conversation, every single thread we’ve ever written. you’re such a special person, and i’m so so lucky to know you. you’re so talented, thoughtful and kind, and i!!! i hope that 2024 is everything you hope it will be, and more!

as always, i'm going to put a uno reverse on you and i'm afraid i might have to use the read more function.

frankie my beloved! words can't even begin to describe how grateful i am for you being part of my silly life. believe it or not, it's been almost a year since we've became mutuals on this hellsite (it was 20th january, according to my previous blog) and honestly? i have no idea when the time has passed. but i want you to know that i treasure you and any of our interactions so much, be it ic or ooc.

now i gotta admit it's lowkey hilarious how that specific conversation went down. and i'm here to say : GREAT MINDS THINK ALIKE. otherwise, i can't phantom how we both thought of the same thing at the same time. i can assure you i am not some kind of mind reader, the only tricks i can pull (and poorly, at best, may i add) are ones with cards. therefore, the only valid explanation is that we have great minds that maybe share one brain cell.

joke's aside, this is now my time to tell you something i've been meaning to for a while now. i've admired you and everything you do for that matter ever since i found your janessa blog. and btw, in my mind your janessa is an oc. like, i know i follow many other wonderful people writing eleven / jane, but i swear my brain can't comprehend that it's the same character. and particularly your version of janessa is something else. you got me to the point i actually think stranger things' el birth name is janessa. still baffled that it isn't. but i only know of janessa, written by the one and only frankie. i am so glad i gathered the courage to ask you to be affiliates because, first and foremost, you helped me a lot when it came to understanding how my own version of wednesday works. but wait, there's more!!! i hope you won't take this the wrong way, and hopefully i'll phrase it accordingly, but i was and still kind of am intimidated by you and what you do writing - wise. not in a im afraid of interacting with you, but moreso i am in awe at everything you do. i can see you put a lot of thought in janessa and what comes out is just too beautiful to be true (and it is true??). you're a bloody brilliant writer and tbh you inspire me to delve deeper into my own characters. i adore everything you do, but even if you weren't, who you are seals the deal. you're an amazing friend and icb this hellsite made it possible that i got to meet you.

it doesn't matter when you respond to me. it doesn't matter what you do with your blogs. because no matter what, as long as you'll have me, your local cryptid, i will follow you into the infernal pit and back. while it's true that i love wednesday and janessa interacting, i treasure the vero and frankie ones more. no matter how frequent it is. i'm glad i've met you. and you won't be getting rid of me easily (this is a direct and immediate threat btw). whether we'll pull a mind reading again or just chill, i'm looking forward to it all. i love you and your brand and i'm glad you too survived the stranger things purge that keeps on coming and going lmao

#shadowedvales #♱ saved.

[murkyhazed]

LIKED : AI generated dialogue / @shadowedvales

feat. will byers and janessa ives.

               ❝   i   just   want   to   make   a   difference   in   this   world,   no   matter   how   small.   ❞

#shadowedvales #* &. will byers. #so this can take place really anywhere after the second season #just cause during the second season you know they didnt even see each other #and idk i just want them bonding???

[cagesings]

@shadowedvales ( starter call. )

the girl seems to come from another world altogether. the nurses gossip to each other between various "treatments" about her, which tugs at johanna's heartstrings ( no one should be talked about as if they're an object ), yet she cannot help but listen in. apparently, she was brought to them wearing trousers. a girl no older than thirteen in black trousers of a strange fabric. the length of her hair makes johanna wonder if she was forced to sell it before this. in whatever world she came from. there was the occasional joke that the girl must be irish. on the only occasion she ever heard the girl speak, she didn't sound irish. foreign, but even johanna, after years of being locked away in the bedroom, knew she wasn't a brutish walking stereotype of a neighboring country.

she was nothing more than a young girl with cropped hair and wide, brown eyes that remind johanna much of a starved rabbit with a fate as doomed as the rest of them: a lifetime rotting away in a madhouse. ( but johanna still sings. she sings despite the complaining from the nurses and the ways they discipline her before of it. she sings despite her hankering exhaustion and the moment where she squeezed her eyes tight and wished she could end it all. if she doesn't sing how will anthony find her? )

today, they've somehow ended up near each other. the little girl and her. johanna doesn't move from the window until she's dragged away, even then her fingers grip at the bars until she's bloody and bruised. why the girl joined her today is none of her business, really. no one talks to each other in here. no one has any reason to make a new friend. besides, there's no telling who she could trust. any one of the women around them could have blood on their minds. perhaps, the girl just needed some fresh air, too.

❝ are you sick? ❞ despite herself, johanna hears the question in her own voice. she doesn't talk to people here. not even the ones that seem perfectly sane but ended up locked away for various reasons. yet, her gaze turns down to the younger girl beside her. ❝ i've heard you coughing. it sounds like you are. because if you are -- ❞ tone lowers ❝ -- don't tell anyone. they'll bleed you out. ❞ a faint memory exists in the depths of her mind of being pinned down by the strong arms of several nurses and watching in frozen horror as her own skin was cut open and she watched blood drain. ❝ that's what they do when you're ill. ❞

#sorry this took a hot minute! #i also apologize about her not saying the most comforting thing to a child in this circumstance but it's the best she can do #if you need anything changed let me know! #*❈ ‣ have you decided it’s safer in cages‚ singing when you’re told? — ( interaction. ) #*❈ ‣ had no way to guide you so i sang day in‚ day out. i thought i'd drop and still i sang. — ( v: foggs. ) #shadowedvales #blood tw #torture tw #abuse tw #illness tw #sickness tw

[kiltparty]

⋆ ⋆ ⋆ The blond nodded as the girl spoke, listening intently. His fingers were idly wrapping light blue ( a colour he would have objected to if any other kid he wanted to play on the Snow Cubs had chosen since it was the colour of the Knox Knights ) grip tape around the handle of hockey stick a lot smaller than his own one was. He had even managed to find a roll with little clouds on it. It wasn't an issue that ever really got to him, but Scottie could rarely listen and sit still at the same time, he always had to be doing something else to really listen to someone talking. Brown eyes glanced at Jane to check she was okay before returning his attention to the stick again. Her whole childhood seemed like a nightmare, and one she couldn't be sure she was safe from now. The teen cut the fabric off and held out the stick for her to take. It was probably dumb, but Hockey had offered him control when the things he had thought were constant were stripped away, he thought Jane could probably do with some of that; plus, there was no way she wouldn't bring some crazy energy to the ice. Scottie chewed the inside of his cheek, ' sounds hella rough little dude. There's no point playing with 'what if' though, right ? You've saved more people than will probably ever even know you exist ! '

— @shadowedvales : ❝ i play that moment back in my head all the time. ❞

#shadowedvales #⋆ ⋆ ⋆ in the midst — stranger things.

[woednesdayaddams]

♱ starter for @shadowedvales

petty wars between her roommate seem only appropriate. it’s the closest thing that reminds her of home, of family,of pugsley. perchance, deep down she pulled the strings to get this outcome. just the means to meet her needs. enid left ophelia hall, meaning wednesday had all the time in the world to prepare her next move. it’d be a stretch to admit that wednesday hadn’t been plagued by raw emotions, part of her doubting that it’s a game and enid actually hates her guts. enid’s the first individual she ever interacted within the nevermore penitentiary. she doesn’t want to cut off all connections, though it would be smart to keep her away as her investigations come to reveal more information about the chaos that’s about to ensue.

to keep her mind off of unnecessary sentiments, wednesday takes a new approach. finding a new roommate. surely marilyn thornhill would indulge this behavior, especially when it comes from wednesday. sticking with another student means there’s improvement. a win-win situation for the walking goth nightmare of nevermore. wednesday approaches jane, hands intertwining as she fixes her posture from across the other. “jane, just the person i was looking for,” she begins, obsidian hues scanning their surroundings, looking to see if she’s being watched. a bad habit of hers, which saved her life multiple times alas. “i know our interactions haven’t been frutified just yet, but i have an offer. the beginning of a camaraderie.”

#shadowedvales #♱ interactions. #hope this is okay! #also thank you for liking my sc #i was thinking wednesday and jane being roomies?

[murkyhazed]

@shadowedvales

               hands   are   held   up   in   front   of   him,   he’s   in   a   cautionary   stance.      hunting,   being   beyond   the   walls   helps   him   maintain   composure,   keep   from   going   crazy   inside   the   gates   of   alexandria.      everyone   so   civilized,   having   jobs   and   fancy   houses,   fancy   clothes.      at   least   fancy   to   him,   because   what   daryl   is   used   to   is   raggedy   old   clothes   covered   in   dirt   and   blood.      the   archer   feels   out   of   place   in   alexandria,   so   his   reprieve   is   the   forest   that   surrounds   them.      whether   it’s   going   out   with   aaron   in   search   of   people,   or   doing   as   he   was   now   hunting   for   food,   he   just   needed   his   space   to   keep   a   clear   head.

               he   had   not   expected   to   find   a   child,   a   girl,   with   brown   wavy   hair   and   pointing   a   gun   at   him.      that’s   why   hands   are   raised,   to   show   he   means   no   harm.      ❝   ain’t   no   need   for   that…      don’t   plan   on   doin’   nothin’   to   ya.   ❞      southern   drawl   is   thick,   voice   low   and   quiet.      daryl   doesn’t   want   to   disturb   the   forest   around   them,   doesn’t   want   to   attract   the   dead.      ❝   look…      even   got   some   food.      s’for   emergencies   but…      y’look   like   y’could   use   it.   ❞      slowly   he   slips   the   straps   of   his   backpack   down   his   arms,   and   reaches   inside   to   produce   a   small   tin   can   labeled   chicken   noodle.

#shadowedvales #* &. daryl dixon.

[exkingbabysitter]

         〝 woah, woah, slow down... you need me to do what? okay, what's going on? 〞 hands found the classic paternal position on his hips. it's not that he wouldn't help her, but for @shadowedvales to appear on his doorstep with this request was beyond normal. ( even for them )

#« ♔ 𝕧 : ʙᴇsᴛ ʙᴀʙʏsɪᴛᴛᴇʀ » #shadowedvales #[ SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG ILY ]

[emptyheir]

the days don't fly by so much as they drag their knuckles. knowing that, steve wasn't sure whether it was for better or worse that he'd found himself struggling to keep pace. mentally, that was. there was an easy joke in there somewhere, if he spoke it aloud - but, even around robin, that was a big if. a non-existent one, more like. what was the use in voicing the dark cloud above all their heads save for enhancing its shadow? so he wasn't sleeping, eating, breathing right some days. so what? they all had their crosses to bear.

the ring of that door was one of them. a burden easier to face when robin was on the same shift. the lonelier days, like this one, weren't his favourite. but money was money. and if dealing classics to movie snobs and oldies let him scrape through to an eventual way out of this town, so be it. he was just grabbing a stack of returns when he spotted her. a familiar head of hair atop a face that never failed to strike a warmth deep in his chest. task forgotten, the furrow at his brow dissipates, and is soon overshadowed by a dimpled smile.

" janey, " he mutters, almost to himself until, sadness traded in favour of a facade he's sure she'll peer right through, " aaaand what brings you to my neck of the.. parking lot? i can try to help you with math again if you want, but we both know how that ended up the last time. " she's close enough now that he can watch the way her face shifts and changes - the smaller things, easy to miss when you're not paying attention. when you don't want to see. " everything okay? "

for @shadowedvales ♡

#shadowedvales #my heart will stop if i put out the fire. #thr: carry the reminder. #lays this lovingly in ur lap #tbt.

[ripmaxine-archive]

jane counts all the freckles on max’s face one day. touches them all individually with her fingertip and gets max to tally them down in a notebook. it takes hours. jane believes it’s vital information that must be known <3

they've been sitting here a while , and max has always had a hard time staying still ---- but somehow , the demanding urge to squirm does not rise . instead , there's a pleasant calmness as jane's touch dances , freckle by freckle , across max's content features . ' don't forget the ones on my eyelids . ' glassy eyes flutter closed to allow those to be counted , too .

#THIS IS SO CUTE???? #shadowedvales #╰ ‘ 𝘐 𝘈𝘔 𝘈𝘍𝘙𝘈𝘐𝘋 𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘛 𝘐 𝘈𝘔 𝘚𝘐𝘚𝘠𝘗𝘏𝘜𝘚 … ’ › arc two . #╰ ‘ 𝘈 𝘍𝘈𝘓𝘓𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘙 𝘍𝘌𝘓𝘓 𝘍𝘙𝘖𝘔 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘏𝘌𝘈𝘙𝘛 & 𝘓𝘈𝘕𝘋𝘌𝘋 𝘐𝘕 𝘔𝘠 𝘌𝘠𝘌𝘚 … ’ › re : jane ives .

[roseguided]

@shadowedvales LIKED for a starter ! ft carrie white

𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓, a notepad in her lap where a pencil continues to mindlessly write down notes from the class before. lunch not taken that day, but carrie bites into an apple her mother had given her that morning. as usual, she tries to keep to herself & not attract attention from the others who pass by her—as if inevitable, they laugh at her. some of the boys mess with her hair , they take her notepad laughing at some of the doodles on the side before dropping it on the floor for her to pick up after they leave. ( carrie is used to the relentlessness. she’s used to the pointing , the mocking , because she’s heard it all of her life. she doesn’t know why because she’s never done anything to anyone. they were mean for the sake of it. ) ; lips downturned , sullen expression are commonplace with her. it’s the way she looks when the other approaches & carrie half expects the girl to pick on her like the others. instead , she stands & head turns her head to peak from behind curtain of blonde hair. ❛ do you want to sit here ? ❜ asked meekly , quiet with a bowed head. ❛ i’m sorry. i . . . i can move. ❜ automatically she assumes she’s in the way, a bother, because it’s all she knows. what a sad revelation of itself.

#shadowedvales #muse: carrie white

[zoomingupthathilla]

shadowedvales asked:

“We can nap together, ok? We’ll be nap buddies.”

Max couldn't help but arch an eyebrow, a grin slowly taking over her face. "Jane -- are you tired? Come.." She simply said, grabbing the girls hand, and tugging her towards the couch. "Lets nap!" If Max were being honest, she could really use some sleep. Letting go of Jane's hand before she moved to plop down onto the couch. "Nap buddies it is." Reaching behind the couch, and grabbing the blanket she had hidden there for times like this.

#shadowedvales #;answered asks #max is like idk what is going on; but sure!! lets be nap buddies!!

[ofassholes]

❛ you look like you need a hug. ❜ <33

         it  frustrated  him  how  glassy  his  eyes  became,  sometimes  at  the  smallest  issue,  and  even  more-so  that  she  saw  him  like  this.  he  knew  jane  would  never  judge  him,  never  view  it  as  some  kind  of  weakness.  still,  he  clung  to  the  idea  that  she  didn't  need  to  carry  him  too,  along  with  the  rest  of  the  town,  and  the  world  …​​​​​​​

         he  rubbed  his  eyes,  seeming  like  he  was  rubbing  the  sleep  out  of  them.  〝  you  look  like  you  need  a  nap.  〞  his  lips  stretched  to  a  smile  as  the  two  sat  on  the  edge  of  his  window.  〝  what  are  you  doing  up  so  late  anyway?  don't  you  usually  go  to  bed  early?  〞

#✗ — ( 𝚟. 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝗩𝗜𝗢𝗟𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝. ) #shadowedvales #[ one interaction in and i'm like I Love Them ] #[ bffls ] #✗ — q: ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ …

[rebelcliche-archive2]

🍓 perhaps

perhaps, indeed! frankie, you are honestly so sweet and wonderful and though i am absolutely dreadful at answering my ims, i just want you to know that i very much enjoy our conversations! i love seeing how much love and effort you put into your portrayal of jane. i sit in awe of all the talent you possess and i just know that if jane could have anyone write her story better than the duffel bags, she'd pick you. i love your writing and seeing you on my dash! you are simply just a lovely person and i'm glad to've been able to interact with you like i have! i look forward to future interactions between nancy and jane (and on your fiona blog too for that matter lol)! honestly, just- thank you for giving jane justice and for writing so beautifully! once again i say, i am in awe of you and everything you do on here!

#shadowedvales #💖 𝑮𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑳 : * ask prompt . #💖 𝑮𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑳 : * out of character . #💖 𝑮𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑳 : * answered .

[nklsdttr]

heart thrums violently against chest , terrified as eyes open only to realize that she is underwater . from bathtub to sensory deprivation tank , tempus infinituum performed and now here she was : hawkins , indiana . inside a lab , amongst other very powerful children . swift motion as she is removed and brought to what would now be her quarters . she fights against their hold on her , but the only real struggle came from desperately holding back her true power and not killing them instantly . after all , discretion was vital , crucial to the mission which brought her here : stop the disaster to come in this doomed town and save as many lives within the lab as possible . she removed her wet clothes , dried her hair and lithe form before putting on new ones , completely identical to the ones before it , just as everyone else wore . bare feet pad down long corridor , nerves electrifying her body in response to such abject unfamiliarity .

the hybrid was well aware that she was capable of doing a number of things , but this wasn't one . fingertips which felt without her usual gemstone rings glide along the doorframe as she enters a room filled with the others ; the tortured test subjects . but one in particular catches her eye , @shadowedvales echoes a solitude and loneliness with which she is haunting familiar . she approaches the table and as she takes a seat , the girl picks up a chess piece using nothing but the power of her mind . " can i play with you ? " voice gingerly vibrates through the space between them .

#shadowedvales #* thrice born ; thrice cursed / thread . #* verse / stranger things . #hope this works!

[emptyheir]

his father's voice was a funeral bell, and his house, each time, became the church it hollowed out. it used to shock him, how quickly a decent night could be gutted like that, transforming into a shell of itself faster than he could try to salvage its best parts. max's laughter, rare treasure that it was these days. dustin's ramblings about some new invention of his — when i make a fortune off of this, you're all gonna be sorry — to which steve had nodded, politely enough, and pretended he'd not read of something similar in one of the many newspapers left at family video's front door. and jane, no stranger to his house but nevertheless a welcome addition to it, her familiar temperament a salve over all they'd gone through.

to say they'd 'conned' him into a movie night wasn't quite right; he welcomed any company he could get to make the echo of this place seem less than it was. and if that meant letting half the party use him for his tv, so damned be it.

after they'd left for the evening, steve had leant against his front door and stared into the foyer until his gaze fell out of focus. something had unlatched in his chest, and made it impossible to settle. and he remained there, back to timber, until a familiar sound rolled in from the driveway: an engine, unnecessarily loud and no doubt more expensive than some homes on the other side of town, spluttering to a stop. the sound of his parents' voice sent a shockwave through him, pure, horrifying electricity that only heightened when he remembered the mess the kids had made of his — their — living room. " shit. shit! " were his choice last words before fate ran its course, the door clicked open and he, with tired resolve, faced the music.

they ran through the usual suspects, he and his father. disappointment. respect. what kind of gratitude popcorn between couch cushions signified. reminders that he was as much a passer-by in their lives as their next unfinished renovations would be. he had a funny way of making up for lost time like that. he'd asked about steve's work, of course, but only to question whether he'd managed to claw his way to a better position yet, as if there was any ladder to climb besides the stepladder he'd used to change the poster on the window earlier that day. robin's face appeared in his head like a lifeline, though, and it was enough to hold him over to the end. his father had still kept a close eye as, piece by piece, he cleared the living room.

all of that and they hadn't even stayed. their room was decidedly empty as he made his way up the stairs, a brief embrace from his mother all he'd have to hold on to for however long they were gone this time.

steve closed his door, and leant against it a moment, as if the added weight would persuade them not to return tonight, tomorrow, or ever again. when he turned, his eyes landed square on the centre of his mattress, where a familiar form sat, staring up at him with eyes that always trapped him wherever he stood. " what— " surprise overruled the frown he was sure he'd walked in with. " when did you—? " all at once, it rushed over him: the bitter realisation that she may have overheard what he'd never meant any of them to. ever. the silence lingered over them for a couple of slow breaths. " you hear all that? " / @shadowedvales.

#shadowedvales #tbt. #pls do not feel obligated to match length i went feral briefly #i wasn't going to fool myself into thinking i could start this short. forgive me!!!! #this one's gonna hurt smth fierce i already know

[cheersnap]

it hasn't been long since they all last saw each other. they all inevitably had to part ways after everything, to check on their families and homes and what might be left of them from the breach. but most of them were back in the same room in less than two days. max's hospital room. between dealing with jason's grieving parents and her complicated feelings for the loss of her own, what happened to the redhead still occupied the forefront of her mind. max had been unconscious when they brought her in and that hasn't changed, unfortunately. nobody knew when it would.

lucas and erica are on their way out when she arrives, shooting her tired smiles and mumbling about what snacks the vending machine while shuffling out the door. chrissy only takes a few more steps into the room before she's enveloped in a hug; a surprised oh escapes her as she returns the gesture. "hi, jane," she says with a light squeeze before stepping back. "you can join them, if you want. i can watch max."

@shadowedvales : send 🫂 to hug my muse

#shadowedvales #( <33333 ) #interactions.