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Indie Max Mayfield.

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𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓.

This is an indie Max Mayfield of Stranger Things. 100% Canon compliant, baby.

I’m Mango, I’m in my 30s and I live in Canada. Pronouns she/her. Timezone PST. 

Personals & minors dni.

Some important links below:

carrd | opens | memes tag

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SADIE SINK as ZIGGY BERMAN

Fear Street Part Two: 1978 (2021)

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SADIE SINK

being interviewed for capital fm (march 13, 2026)

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there's so much sexualizing AI crap in Sadie's tag, it's disgusting.

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[ GETAWAY ]  sender acts as a getaway driver for receiver . (no bc imagine dustin driving recklessly ahdkhaksh)

↪     𝑫𝑰𝑹𝑬 𝑺𝑰𝑻𝑼𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺  . 

Max's heart felt it was going the same speed as the vehicle. She could barely withhold a scream as Dustin veered around the next corner, taking it all too sharply. "Jesus Christ, are you trying to kill us?" The whole point was to escape alive, but with Dustin's awful driving, they may not survive.

"Here, let me drive, fuck's sake." Her words came out as a breathy hiss as she unbuckled her seat belt, moving her way to the driver's seat.

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( 🧥 ) : for our muses to share a coat in the cold.

 RANDOM SCENARIOS PROMPTS.

The cold bitter autumn air was settled in. Summer had come to an end and she hated seeing the long warm days turn into short cold ones with long nights. They had been making their way back home as the sun began to set. It seemed the sun provided much of the warmth as she started to feel a bit of a chill.

Mike draped his coat around her or at least half it as they walked down the seemingly empty streets. "Careful, Mike, I might actually warm up to you."

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Max is always on her own. She seemed fine at first, but the more time has passed, the more distant she got. Maybe they had a harsh start, mostly because of Mike who didn't want another girl than El near the party, but things have changed now. He considers Max as a friend, and he hates to see her distance herself this much from everyone who cares about her. So instead of joining his friends at the cafeteria, he decides to take a seat in front of Max.

"Hey." And of course she doesn't have a choice, he's here now. "You were right, you know ? When you said you could be our... zoomer ? We just need to figure out the stats, but we'll manage." He doubts Max has D&D in mind at all, but it's a way to tell her she belongs with the party.

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Mixed emotions churned inside of her. First was the initial surprise of Michael Wheeler intentionally seating himself across from her. Second was now he decided she was part of the group.

Now she was worthy, now she was a 'friend.' She wasn't sure if she should feel flattered, accepted, bitter or all three. The others had accepted her long ago but it seemed Mike took the longest. Trouble was, she felt insulted it took the passing of Billy for him to come this far.

"I'm right." she said with a hint of sarcasm and bitterness in her tone. "It would've been nice to have been right last year or the year before that." At this point she wasn't even sure if she wanted to take on his offer. "Find someone else to be your zoomer, Mike."

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The air felt so heavy. Max swallowed thickly and it hurt, her features winced at the slightest movement of muscles. It seemed pain was now a 'friend' (very loosely speaking) to her now; both the emotional and the physical. "She seemed normal, if that's what you mean." The uncomfortable feeling that was forming in Max's stomach mirrored Nancy's concern. It was uncertain to say if she came out of it, she hoped she did.

But the reality was uncertain. Not until they found her.

"I don't know if she made it out."

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NORMAL.   holly's  a  wheeler  after  all.   each  sibling  a  different  variety  of  knack  for  dealing  with  the  unexpected.   “i  wish  i'd  seen  it  sooner  –  what  was  going  on.”   let  the  blame  fall  onto  herself.   now's  not  the  time.   a  weakened  smile  forms.   she  reads  the  concern  in  max's  eye.   “she  had  you  in  there.   i'd  say  that  gives  her  the  biggest  shot  of  sticking  it  to  that  asshole  and  making  it  out.”   —   “i  just  wish  i  understood.   why  holly?   and  if  she  made  it  out,  where  .  .  .”

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Nancy's reassurance made her feel a little better, but still the worry ate at her. "I don't know." Did she want to know? Would it have mad a difference to know? "We'll find her." Her voice carried more confidence than she felt. Maybe she was trying to reassure herself.

"I don't think she could've gone too far."

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🔥

🔥 a time my muse got caught doing something bad.

"Goddamn it."

The curse came easy from her lips, frustration evident in her tone. There was always a Wheeler, but thankfully it wasn't Mike. Or Ted. Ted probably would've been worse in this scenario and she was a little relieved it was Nancy.

But it didn't completely ease the guilt and shame she felt. Lockpicking wasn't exactly her specialty but it was something Billy taught her long ago and she had to admit (albeit begrudgingly) it came in handy sometimes. "Nancy, this isn't what it looks like..sort of." A piss poor defense.

"I'll explain later."

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watched a couple clips of tales from '85 and like..why does max refer to billy as her step-brother instead of saying his name??

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I know I have been inactive here but every now and again I peek at the dash and it warms my heart to see active ST rpers even a good month after the finale.

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*ROLLBLOG

WHERE IS MANGO??

@deadkenndy , @labgrown , @hellisheir

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me when I go without muse for a long time:

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My 9 Games

tagged by: @paladinstales

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I am barely here and I apologize. I am tired and just been lacking in muse in general buut blogs I have been somewhat active on are @hellisheir mainly and sometimes @labgrown and @halloweenstrangers .

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She snorted, barely fighting off the grin etching its way onto her face. Leave it to Steve to make her smile, at least a little. "According to who? You looked like you should be in someone's baby photos." Except the baby in question was a grown ass man and not an actual baby.

Max was no stranger to cursing and she merely brushed it off. Hell, she said worse things and at a much younger age. Shit seemed utterly benign compared to something like fuck.

The sudden blast of music startled her in her seat. "Jesus." she said in a breathy voice, heart pounding in her chest. "Do you always listen to music at a near deafening volume?" Thankfully he had the sense to turn down the volume.

"Steve, everyone knows who Paul McCartney is." Well, maybe some people didn't but it didn't seem like a whole lot. The drive to the diner was not exactly quiet but it wasn't rambunctious either. Just music at a decent volume and the odd banter back and fort. Once they reached their destination and were seated, she glanced over the menu, trying to decide what she wanted. Pancakes or omelette? She lowered the menu momentarily, Steve appeared to be lost in thought. She waved her hand in front of his face. "Earth to Steeve."

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he refuses to lace up a response to the digs, a brief shake of the head in snarky acknowledgement. wheels turn into the parking spot at the diner, the shake of the car snubbed into silence as the ignition turns off. keys swing around his middle finger as they enter the diner, settling into a booth in comfortable silence.

steve slaps open menu, more out of habit than interest, and eyes scan over the familiar options while the diner sings its normal song of clanking dishes and mumbled chatter. 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧, 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡. the diner's lights wash out into brightness. for half a second, his breathing locks up. it feels bright, yet heavy. the smell of smoke that never really left, no matter how many times he washed his jacket. the way the air had burned going in and out of his lungs, like he’d earned every breath the hard way. a memory he doesn't even recognize, yet is familiar with, flashes over him. the reflection of the diner lights shine against the metal on the tabletop and he stares blankly at the letters on the menu, almost unrecognizable.

and he would have stayed here for a while, as he has been lately, had movement not cut into his vision and brought him back to the moment. steve blinks at the waving hand in front of his face. ❝ ... yeah, ❞ voice falls flat, and he clears his throat before meeting max's eyes across the booth. it takes him a moment, but the dullness in his eyes refreshes into something somewhat comforting towards the redhead, not to concern her. although he feels as if he'd just been pulled up from underwater.

the booth creaks as he leans back, exhaling slowly. "just zoning out, sorry. occupational hazard. too many, uh–- bright lights." he taps his fist to his head, mimicking a knocking movement. ( what he can't tell her is that these things happen more often than not these days, the whirring of his brains seeming to stutter in idle moments, showing reflections of things he doesn't remember, doesn't recognize. ) the menu lowers slightly, the expression on his face difficult to read but showing his presence anchored between the two.

he closes the menu, tapping it on the table. "waffles, " he decides. "before my brain decides to go somewhere else again."

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She wasn't sure if she found his silence off-putting or some other emotion she couldn't place. Either way it sort of put her at unease. Maybe he was lost in thought, and she often found herself zoning out lost in her own emotions.

His apology broke the silence but she felt concern bubbling within her. "You okay?" Her brow creased slightly as he lowered the menu.

Waffles. El's favourite. Well, eggos more specifically were her favourite but eggos were technically waffles in a sense. "Right, I guess I'll have an omelette." She folded her menu and placed it over his. As much as she wanted to say something other than small talk, her brain was not in the headspace for deeper conversation. It was like she was drawing a blank.

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@hawkinsown || original

"Emotional warfare?" The smile on her face could barely be contained. If it wasn't his silly comment, it was hearing him giggle and watching him twist around to get away from her wandering fingers.

"You are so ticklish!" She dug into his ribs as she wrestled against him on the couch. Sure he was taller and stronger but she was quick. "Who knew Steve Harrington was so sensitive."

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his attempt to break free has proved valiant, yet unsuccessful–- all the while steve is trying to seem unimpressed at her efforts. his efforts break as he jerks again, biting down a laugh that comes out by accident, loud and sharp against his cooled composure. he catches her wrist with one hand, out of self-preservation and despair. amusement drops from his face and falls flat, like he's already tired of this.

❛ first of all, red, this is targeted harassment. ❜ he shifts to gain space, not pinning her, but holding her arms away as if he's handling some kind of ceasefire negotiation. ❛ second, yeah. sensitive. that's what happens when you get put through hell, supernatural or not. ❜ he knows this hold won't last long. he pokes her armpit, huffing out a sigh and brushing his hair out of his face with his free hand –- ❛ your nervous system never really clocks out. ❜

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His laughter, however small, was still encouraging and it made her grin. It was funny to see Steve crumble at something so seemingly small, but clearly he was getting annoyed. Unfortunately for him, she did enjoy annoying him, hence why the playful conflict started.

Already he had gained the upper hand, but for how long? Only time would tell. She was formulating a sarcastic response but the poke caught her off guard and she let out the tiniest of squeaks.

"For someone who's 'clocked out', you seem fine." she said, her frame wriggling to free herself of his grasp. When she was finally free, she zipped down the hall, laughing. He'd have to catch her if he wanted a proper revenge.