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Proud nerd and Hellfire Club member.
Expert on Demodogs, all things radio signals, and DND.
Try me, bitch. (Main headcanons)
Dungeon Mastered by Ramiie (She / They)
Sorry I haven’t been around everyone. Kinda got a little distracted with some gaming stranger things content I enjoy making: https://vt.tiktok.com/ZS9wRuJ57/
I do want to get back to my boy soon though.
Hoping to do some writing this weekend. Sorry I haven’t been around much as of late!
from x; @d2hjustaddmetal (Dustin Henderson)
I thought this is what he needed…a fresh start, away from everything that reminded him of what he’s lost, but—guess I was wrong. Again. How many times can you be fucking wrong?
The joyful anticipation that had been building mile after mile driving up to this place evaporated as soon as he opened that dorm room door, the stale air mingled with stale beer already telling a story he’d never wanted to read. Cooler and care package set on the counter, eyes warm with the excitement of finally getting a long weekend to come here shifted to increasingly concerned, each detail taken in another sign that his best friend was struggling, alone. That familiar dread, worry that had never truly lifted since March 1986 worked his stomach in knots afresh, a deep breath even as he closed the door, bracing himself for what would be yet another conversation where he had to remain strong, and…try to know what the hell to do.
“Well, if bringing you a cooler full of meals I cooked and a package full of your favorite snacks and shit is actin’ like your mom, then yeah if the shoe fits—”
Steve exhaled, letting even that half-hearted attempt at sarcasm slip away as he instead sat across from Dustin, a shake of his head as at least this answer seemed clear when so many seemed shrouded in what to say, what to do. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m stayin’ here. It’s a long weekend, and besides—this is what subs and assistant coaches are for if I’ve gotta stay a bit longer.”
I’ll stay as long as you need. No matter how long that is. Don’t you know that?
“Dustin, I want to be here. This isn’t like, a chore for me; I’ve missed you.”
I always do.
@xnotxbullshitx He ran a hand through those messy curls, slowly letting out an exhale as he listened to Steve. Man….he hates it that the guy just had to stop by on a weekend where he’d been struggling more than usual.
When he hears the sarcasm, he can’t help but let out the snort of a laugh, rolling his eyes a little. “Y’know what I have to say to that, Harrington?” And he lifts a hand to flip off his friend with a snicker. “Y’gotta stop acting like I can’t take care of myself, asshole….” But even with those words, he’s smirking now, chuckling at the situation. “Hope y’ at least brought some of my favorites.” He smiles over to the guy like the little punk he is, shaking his head . “Always underestimating me, what a prick…” he pauses, “But, y’know….” He shrugs with a slight grin. “In like, the best of ways, man.” He says, idly strumming at his sunburst tiger guitar.
Steve’s words have him looking away for a moment. Sometimes, being away from everyone in Hawkins, it’s easy to forget how much he might still mean to some of his friends. “….don’t get super sappy with me or anythin’, but….” He gives a little nod. “I’ve kinda missed you too, dude. Like….” He pauses. “A lot…” he murmurs, one hand moving up to scratch at his cheek. “Just know…” he looks up, blue eyes meeting Steve’s. “My roommate’s in town this weekend, so....if you’re crashing here…” he pats the arm of the couch he’s sitting on, with a bratty little smirk. “This is where you’re crashin’ this time, sleeping beauty.”
PROMPTS FROM HERCULES * assorted dialogue from the 1997 film, adjust as necessary
what... are... those?
a true hero isn't measured by the size of his strength, but by the size of his heart.
i thought they looked kinda dashing.
you know how men are. they think no means yes and get lost means take me, i'm yours.
aren't you a damsel in distress?
i need your help.
i can handle this. have a nice day.
all i know is, you're the most amazing person with weak ankles i've ever met.
when i'm with you, i don't feel so... alone.
sometimes it's better to be alone. nobody can hurt you.
he's not gonna be happy when he gets outta there.
you know, when i was a kid, i would have given anything to be exactly like everybody else.
you're not like that.
if you can make it there, you can make it anywhere.
how do you know what i'm like?
fine work, my boy!
you've done it! you're a true hero.
you were willing to give your life to rescue this young woman.
look, it wasn't my fault.
why does that name ring a bell?
you finally made it.
you know, a little dark, a little gloomy. and, as always, hey, full of dead people. what are you gonna do?
my friends call me [name]. at least, they would if i had any friends.
[name], why did you... you didn't have to...
people do crazy things when they're in love.
will you forget the head-slicing thing?
don't be such a stiff.
join the celebration!
can't. love to, but can't.
i'm a big tough girl. i tie my own sandals and everything.
i'm sorry. you mind running that by me again?
read my lips. forget it.
of course he's real.
i'm afraid being famous isn't the same as being a true hero.
look inside your heart.
looks like your game's over.
don't even go there.
i've done my part.
i need somebody who can handle him as a man.
look, i learned my lesson, okay?
is there a downside to this?
thanks for everything. it's been a real slice.
lighten up, dude.
we'll take it from here, darling.
you can't do this to me, you can't...
dreams are for rookies.
a guy can only take so much disappointment.
are you always this articulate?
you ought to slow down.
how sentimental.
pardon me. it seems to me that what you folks need is a hero.
how do you kill a god?
i don't care. i'm not going to help you hurt him.
this one is different.
the point is, i love her.
we were so close.
it was tragic. we lost everything in the fire.
you might feel just a little queasy. it's kinda natural.
it looks better that way.
he won't listen to me.
i know what i did was wrong, but this isn't about me. it's about him. if you don't help him now, he'll die.
use your head!
. ݁⁺ ⊹ : THE LONG AND WINDING ROAD . . . roleplay sentence starters based on complicated friendship, mundanity, &. uncertainties. genre: slice of life, family, romance, hurt and comfort, angst.
That's it. Right and breathe in.
Don't worry. I got your room assignment.
Glad you could come by. You've been away too long.
Hey! I hear we're gonna be roommates.
Hey I heard you got the new kid.
How was your summer?
Hmm what's [his/her/their] specialty? Bootlicking?
It's every bit as tough as they say unless you're a genius like Einstein.
When you're on your own, you can do as you damn well please.
You know me: always taking on too much.
Why doesn't [he/she/they] let you do what you want?
Well just don't tell me how to talk to my father.
So what are you gonna do then?
I don't care. I don't give a damn about any of it.
"O Captain my Captain."
Somewhat appropriate isn't it?
"Carpe diem. " Do you know what that means?
One day we are going to stop breathing, turn cold and die.
You've walked past them many times. I don't think you've really looked at them.
Listen. Do you hear it?
Oh come on, [name]. Don't you get anything?
Who's up for a quick study group tonight?
Duh! Just replace these numbers here with 'x "for 'x"and 'y. "
You think I can get in there? You've been hogging it all day.
How was dinner?
Are you crazy? What's wrong with that?
It's worse than "too bad", It's a tragedy.
We're not laying pipe. We're talking about poetry.
Go on. Rip it out! It's not the Bible. You're not gonna go to hell for this.
What the hell is going on here?
We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race.
Poetry; beauty romance love- -these are what we stay alive for.
It was very fascinating, misguided though it was.
Funny I never pegged you as a cynic.
What's the Dead Poets Society?
Oh my God. No that's not me.
Why? What was it?
You mean it was a bunch of guys sitting around reading poetry?
Not a bad way to spend an evening eh?
Where's this cave [he/she/they] talking about?
You know how many demerits we're talking?
Look all I'm saying is that we have to be careful.
No shit Sherlock!
What is this a midnight study group?
I don't know. This is starting to sound dangerous.
For God's sake. Stop chattering and sit down.
Don't you want to do something about that?
Gosh you really have a problem with that don't you?
What if you didn't have to read? What if you just came and listened?
Could you give that back please?
Get away from me, okay?
God are you trying to smoke us out of here!?
Hey! I told you that one!
You want to hear a real poem?
Wow. Whoa. Where did you get that?
Come on, are you a man or an amoeba?
Why do I stand up here?
See the world looks very different from up here.
Come see for yourselves. Come on. Even though it may seem silly or wrong you must try.
Don't think I don't know this assignment scares the hell out of you.
"A Midsummer Night's Dream." It's a play dummy.
Yes! I'm gonna be an actor!
For the first time in my whole life I know what I want to do.
How are you gonna be in a play if your father won't let you?
Bullshit. Nothing's impossible.
Can't I even enjoy the idea for a little while?
Wh- What is that supposed to mean?
I mean, I appreciate this concern but I'm not like you, all right?
The point is there's nothing you can do about it so you can just butt out.
I can take care of myself just fine.
Don't be immature. Come on!
Oh to have life henceforth the poem of new joys
[Name], how are you gonna do this?
I'm sorry Captain. It's stupid.
A major theme not only in poetry but life.
We're not laughing at you, we're laughing near you.
Just don't let your poems be ordinary.
Isn't that right, [name]. Isn't that your worst fear?
I think you have something inside of you… that is worth a great deal.
Say the first thing that pops into your head even if it's total gibberish.
Close your eyes. Describe what you see.
Truth is like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold.
What do you say we start this meeting?
Where did you learn to play like that?
I've been calm all my life. I'm gonna do something about that!
Where are you going? What are you gonna do?
I want you to find your own walk right now, your own way of striding pacing any direction.
Is today your birthday?
Maybe they weren't thinking about anything at all.
Oh my! Well I wouldn't worry.
Why don't you go downstairs? That's where everybody is.
We gonna have a meeting or what?
There's plenty more where that came from.
Now how's about a kiss?
What the hell are you doing?
Well don't you think they're gonna figure out who wrote it?
[Name], you had no right to do something like that.
Are we just playing around out here or do we mean what we say?
Hey, would you not worry about your precious little neck?
So what are you gonna do?
I always thought the idea of education was to learn to think for yourself.
But I thought you'd like that.
You being expelled from school is not daring to me. It's stupid.
Did you really think I wasn't going to find out?
You can go anywhere. You can do anything. How can you stand being here?
Acting is everything to me.
Have you ever told your father what you just told me?
You have to show him who you are what your heart is.
It's not a whim for you. You prove it to him by your conviction and your passion.
Isn't there an easier way?
I came to apologize for the other night. I brought you these and a poem I wrote for you.
Look, I acted like a jerk and I know it.
Really? You told him what you told me?
I didn't mean to make a fool out of you.
You don't- - You don't even know me.
I have to go. I'm gonna be late for the play.
If you don't like me after tonight, I'll stay away forever.
Good night sweet friend. Thy love ne'er alter 'til thy sweet life end.
So good night unto you all. Give me your hands if we be friends.
What a performance. You left even me speechless.
Don't make it any worse than it is.
Whatever the reason we're not gonna let you ruin your life.
That's ten more years. That's a lifetime!
Don't be so dramatic. You make it sound like a prison term.
You have opportunities that I never even dreamt of!
I was good. I was really good.
› TENSION LINER PROMPTS
"I dare you to try."
"Do you always get close?"
"You’re pushing my limits."
"Stop looking at me like that."
"I’m losing control here."
"You have no idea, do you?"
"I can’t resist you anymore."
"Stay back, or don’t."
"I know what you want."
"This is getting dangerous now."
"You’re too tempting for me."
"I shouldn’t want this, but…"
"I don’t play fair, remember?"
"Careful, you’re testing me."
"You’re just making it worse."
"You’re too close for comfort."
"Do you always push buttons?"
"Stop before I kiss you."
"You’re making it too hard."
"I can’t stop thinking about you."
"I want you too much."
"You know exactly what you’re doing."
"I’m not playing games here."
"You’ve crossed the line now."
"Keep pushing, and you’ll regret it."
"This is dangerous, isn’t it?"
"I’m trying not to care."
"Don’t make me regret this."
"You’re playing with fire."
"You don’t know what’s coming."
"I shouldn’t be this close."
"We’re getting dangerously close now."
"I can feel the heat."
"Don’t test me right now."
"I want you too badly."
"Don’t make me chase you."
"You’re distracting me, you know."
"I won’t fall for this."
"I want you, but…"
"What do you want from me?"
"I’ll never give in."
"I’m trying not to care."
"You’re playing with my patience."
"Don’t make this harder, please."
"I can’t stop this feeling."
"I’m already in too deep."
"You won’t walk away unscathed."
"You’re walking a fine line."
"I’m trying to stay calm."
"What are you doing to me?"
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“Digging the new look, Dusty Bun. Definitely suits you — and no, I’m actually not being sarcastic.”
@stringswoven He's got a cheeky little grin on his lips. "You can go right out and admit, Madmax." Pauses, and gives a mischievous wiggle to his eyebrows. "That ya think I'm cute." And he's snickering. He should definitely get smacked for that. He's ready for it too.
❝ we’re here. that’s what matters. ❞
@xnotxbullshitx He's looking up at the sky from the college's roof. "Yeah...." He murmurs. "Everyone seems to keep reminding me of that." He says, his eyes still focused on the few stars that are up in the sky. "Doesn't mean we can't miss them." He mutters, one hand brushing those dark curls out of his eyes. With every month that goes by, those curls only continue to grow wilder.
"I'd feel the same if it had been you..." He admits, though he doesn't look over to Harrington. "And I'm...." He pauses, letting out a slow exhale. "I'm sorry I've been such a dick to you for a while now..." He finally says, blue eyes starting to look over to Steve. "I think....part of me was just trying to keep you at a distance, because of everything that was going on....I..." He sighs softly. "If I'd lost you too, man...I'd be a complete mess right now."
❝ we’re here. that’s what matters. ❞
@paladinstales Dustin's taking in a long breath, slowly starting to let it out from his lungs as he hears Mike's words. "I know you're right..." He murmurs, looking forward into the dark distance of the night as he continues to walk. It's never easy when he comes back from College to visit Hawkins. Sure, it was good to see the people he knew. His mom. His friends. But, there's also the places that carry rough memories. Simply walking down the streets of the town reminds him of those early days when they'd met El. There's buildings in town that carry the memories of misadventures he'd had with Eddie as well. It's hard to not look around and feel like he's looking at the ghosts of people they've lost. He stops for a moment to look up at the sky, fingers reaching for a pre-roll that's tucked behind one of his ears, to place between his lips, lighter coming up to spark the tip of the paper. He welcomes the warm smoke into his lungs, holding it in for a few seconds, before it's slowly coming out through his nose as his brain continues to recall old memories. "I know we should be living the best lives we can in honor of them...." He continued. "But I can't help it and sometimes just....y'know..." He shrugs. "Wish that he-- no...that they were still here." He mutters. "Y'really think she's still out there, Wheeler....?" He asks, eyes looking over to meet Mike's. "El, I mean."
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@sorcererslead The ground in the upside down starts to shake, like there's a massive shockwave vibrating through it. A cold wind is chasing behind them as they run towards the gate...were they going to make it to the other side? It almost felt impossible. The potent mass of exotic matter had gone off behind them, the explosion starting to take everything with it, like nothing of what they'd grown familiar with in the Upside Down for years had ever existed at all. And...they were next. Him, and Will were running at the back of everyone else, watching as their friends made it through, and at that moment, Dustin knew. He knew him and Will might not make it back home with the rest.
That cold, forsaken breeze that was wiping away everything in the Upside Down was finally catching up to them, with a kind of chill that seeps down into your bones and then--- The explosion is launching them forward. For a moment, Dustin's eyes remain closed, brows furrowed together tight, before blue eyes slowly begin to open. Is he dead...? Did they...make it back home...?
He finally starts to take a look around, sight blurry at first before he starts to observe his surroundings. But, nothing that he sees looks familiar. It's not the Upside Down that they're in anymore...but, it's definitely not Hawkins either. He's standing right outside what looks to be an old, medieval town, and looking down, he realizes his clothes have changed. He's dressed....pretty much like his DND bard, lute hanging from his back. What in the world-- was he...dead...? Because he's fairly certain that for him? Oh. This is definitely what heaven would look like.
Taking a look off to one side however, he realizes that wherever he in fact is....he wasn't here alone, no. There's an unconscious Will laying on the ground close by. "Holy shit....Will...!!" And he's rushing over to his friend. "Y' okay, man?"
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“This is… music? They are screaming and sound… angry.”
@stringswoven He gives an amused little grin at El's words. "I mean...but, does the screaming really make it that much less of music, El...?" He asks with a raise of his brows, and a shrug. "Yeah, it's for sure....different, buuut...." He hums quietly as he thinks on how to explain it. "Don't you just...I don't know...need to.....let it out sometimes?" He blinks. "With everything we've...that you've had to deal with...." He continues, "Don't you just...want to let it out? To be angry? To....let yourself be a little wild?" He gives her a cheeky grin. "So, let it out with the music, superhero girl. Rock the hell out."
this affects me, too, you know.
@paladinstales Alright, so….maybe he’d talked them into going a little too chaotically wild in their post-graduation ceremony ‘celebrations’.
Yeah. After Stacey’s kick ass party, he might’ve ‘borrowed’ a carton of eggs from her fridge, and a couple of toilet paper rolls, for one final masterpiece of a ‘fuck you and good riddance’ to Principal Higgins, featuring the heart of the party’s own Mike Wheeler.
—
He rolls his eyes a little when he hears Mike. They might….be sitting in one of the cells at Hawkins Police Station now. “Heyyy….” He squints over to Wheeler. “I never said you had to join in…!” Huff, but then….maybe because of the alcohol still in his system, he’s already snickering. “But….” Snort. “You’ve got to admit…..The look on Higgin’s face when he was chasing us made it pretty damn worth it, huh?” He says with a cheeky little smirk over to Mike, before he’s stretching and letting out a yawn, slowly leaning back against the concrete wall behind them. “Y’think Chief Hopper's gonna help us out of this one?”
When the boys are apocalyptic
“you can't keep putting yourself through shit like this and expect me to just sit back and watch.”
@xnotxbullshitx His head is tilted forward, messy chestnut curls falling towards his face covering his eyes, fingers idly strum the guitar he’s holding. He hadn’t realized it….no, because at first, the way of dealing with all the crazy shit they’d had to in Hawkins had actually helped him become even more productive in his studies. He’d spend hours researching. Studying. Barely getting any sleep because of the nightmares he’d been avoiding. Nightmares of Eddie’s death. Reliving it like it was happening right in front of him. Nightmares of watching El walk back into the Upside Down as that exotic matter bomb went off. Nightmares of Steve himself nearly dying in front of him in a moment that had been far too close for comfort. Of Jon and Nance nearly meeting their end because of HIS miscalculation.
You can only run away from the shit that you’re refusing to fully process for so long, before it ends up catching up to you at full force.
He’s been missing college classes because he can’t keep it up anymore. Falling asleep in them when he manages to make it to them. His grades are starting to suffer, and he’s worried as hell that he’s gonna end up losing his scholarship because of it. There’s beer cans laying around his dorm. Not from a party, but from him trying to use the alcohol to sleep, and even then, the nightmares continue to wake him. Slowly, those tired eyes with dark circles beneath look up to meet Steve’s. “D’ ya seriously need to keep acting like my mother ....even now, Harrington?” Fuck’s sake. He’s in literal college now. And yet….there’s a part of him that’s glad to see the familiar face. What’s made it even harder to deal with everything is being so far away from everyone that understood what he’d had to live through. His closest friends were all a distance away now, chasing their own dreams and education. Man….he hates this though. That Steve has to find him like this. He’s starting to feel like a total disappointment to everyone. “M’ gonna be fine….” He murmurs. “Y’ should get back home, man. There’s plenty of people that still need ya.”
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🌟 ― i love how you portray your muse(s) 🎀 ― i love your aesthetic / graphics 💯 ― your headcanon posts are always on point ✨ ― i love the way you write 💫 ― i enjoy writing with you 😊 ― i enjoy talking to you 💖 ― you seem like a genuinely nice person ☀️ ― your posts always bring me joy ❤️ ― you're one of my favorite blogs 🌺 ― simply admiring you from afar
“Never change, Dustin Henderson.” 💚
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