the mysterious vanishing of jane ives.

𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 to hear [ ᴍʏ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ] &̳ 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦.

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                                          𝚒  𝚌𝚊𝚗  𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖,  /   #elverted  ; private,  independent,  JANE  “011”  HOPPER  of  netflix’s  stranger  things.  focusing  on  themes  of  reclaiming  girlhood,  power  in  trauma,  fish  out  of  water,  heart  over  everything,  and  others  told  by  sera.  ( 21+,  she / her / they,  est  timezone  ).  LOW  ACTIVITY  NOTICE. 

SLIDES  .  INBOX  MEMES  .  DAN  TORRANCE  ( * hiatus  currently )  .  SELINA  KYLE​

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  [  what  if  i  am  not  good ? ]    #ELVERTED  ,  a  written  study  of  jane  hopper  from  netflix’s  stranger  things.  by  sera. 

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ok i wrote like 6 things ill be back next week skdlfjdskf

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guiltskate​   ⤦

             they  were  around  here,  somewhere.  the  skates  that  no  longer  filled  carter’s  needs,  though  there  was  nothing  truly  wrong  with  them.  old  and  small,  but  not  beaten  or  tattered.  carter  took  care  of  her  things,  especially  her  skates,  which  granted  her  freedom  to  go  wherever  she  wanted.  rolling  around,  she  finally  opens  the  closet  door  and  sees  them  sitting  on  the  top  shelf  -  pale  pink  with  orange  wheels.  fond  smile  is  given  as  carter  reaches  for  them,  taking  them  down  and  dusting  them  off,  giving  them  a  good  once  over.  they’ve  been  all  over  hawkins,  at  least  once  or  twice.  carter  hopes,  as  she  makes  her  way  back  to  the  living  room,  that  they’d  help  jane  get  to  where  she  wanted  to  go,  too.

‘ yup,  they  were  in  my  closet! ’   carter  flourishes  them  jane’s  way,  making  a  perfect  stop  just  in  front  of  the  other  girl.   ‘ tuh  duh!  hopefully  they  fit.  if  they  do,  they’re  yours, ’   it  would  be  bittersweet,  parting  ways  with  the  all  too  familiar  skates  that  got  carter  through  early  teenhood,  but  she  wanted  jane  to  have  them.  head  ushers  back  towards  the  couch.   ‘ if  you  sit,  i  can  help  you  lace  them  up,  show  you  how!  it’s  not  hard,  but  i  know  the  best  way  to  do  it, ’

    even  with  the  skates  not  coming  too  close  to  her,  jane  still  reels  slightly  back.  but  a  smile  appears  on  her  face,  amused  with  carter’s  presentation  and  eagerness.  nodding,  she  walks  a  step  or  two  back  towards  the  couch  to  sit  and  begins  unlacing  her  own  shoes.  jane  doesn’t  take  any  offense  to  the  assumption  she  didn’t  know  how  to  tie  shoes,  but  maybe  skate - tying  was  DIFFERENT.  placing  her  shoes  tidy,  side  by  side,  she  looks  up  at  carter  and  reaches  for  the  skates.

“ are  they  hard  to  wear,  or  like  shoes ? ”  though  some  shoes  she  felt  were  restrictive,  uncomfortable  there  was  a  SCALE  to  everything  it  seemed.  hands  grip  the  material  the  boot  of  the  skate  was  made  of,  finding  it  hard,  but  a  little  pliable.  the  wheel  was  interesting  too,  it  being  harder  than  she  expected.  satisfied  with  her  examination,  jane  moves  down  to  place  them  on  her  feet,  the  wheel  already  moving  when  she  slides  her  foot  into  it.  “ woah.  i  think  they  fit. ”

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magicrested​  ⤦

                     “  sometimes  the  worst  of  them  have  the  best  disguises.  ”

@elverted​  liked for a starter    ( from here )

     easy  to  trust,  jane  has  that  underlying  tendency  to  follow  authority, that  hidden  FEAR  of  being  told  she  was  bad  weighing  heavily  on  her  mind.  she  nods,  agreeing  with  the  sentiment,  the  concept  of  others  having  ULTERIOR  MOTIVES  was  something  she  was  still  trying  to  understand,  and  how  to  RECOGNIZE  them,  it  was  difficult  to  say  the  least.  “ especially  when  they  are  nice. ”

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can i be like ... rlly honest for a second

like ok i really enjoyed eddie as a character, he was such a welcome addition to the show, story, and fandom but like am i wrong that the general fandom / public’s obsession for him is like .... beyond ???? 

petitions being signed to bring him back, every article talking about other cast members standout performance for example, caleb, sadie, gaten getting sidetracked because joe isn’t mentioned, etc is so .... idk annoying to me. like how was it surprising at all that the quirky, lovable character died when theyve been doing this since BOB :/ 

idk i guess i just want people to chill bc he’s so oversaturated ( not talking abt rp but there;s like 200 blogs for him and i feel so bad by not following them all back :(( ) 

dont get me wrong again i love him??? and joe quinn DESERVES all of this love and support and i saw that video of him crying @ that convention and just <3 he is so sweet but thats what makes eddie special?? and idk 

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sera... i love u so much, did u know? i just think you're wonderful and i'm so glad we're friends and i hope so much that you're doing okay <3

>:( u cant just send me things like this ok

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   imagining the byers not moving away. will being able to start high school with his friends, jane being able to lean on all of the party for school help and social interactions !  how she could’ve adapted a lot smoother, since she was at arms length with all of her friends and how they would’ve shut down any shit she got immediately. how if she felt support and comfortable with her friends there that it could’ve made her emboldened to reach out, create her own connections and friends <3

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𝓙𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓪𝓵 ー send 📖 for a journal entry my muse wrote about yours.

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shecheered​  ⤦  

in   the   echo   between   heartbeats,   she   can   hear   the   clock   ticking,   the   sound   of   her   mother’s   voice   grating   against   raw   nerves.   Overexposed,   layers   of   skin   flayed   back   to   the   bone.   was   it   a   nightmare   if   she   was   still   awake?   Such   terrors   played   out   in   her   mind,   before   her   eyes,   even   after   the   sun   has   risen.   ❛  I   don’t   know   what   it   is,   but   I   know   it’s   coming   for   me.  ❜   Brows   knitting   together,   avoidant   gaze.   ❛  It’s   just   a   dream   though,   right?❜

      it’s  difficult  for  even  jane  to  be  able  to  tell  the  difference.  she’s  sure  that  she’s  had  normal  dreams  --  ones  that  didn’t  dissolve  into  TERROR  & HORROR.  but  they  were  too  far  and  few  between.  the  bright  blue  eyeshadow  above  chrissy’s  lids  almost  accentuate  her  fear,  and  jane  doesn’t  know  if  she’s  telling  a  lie  to  her  or  not.  “ we  can  find  out.  if  you  want,  i  can  see. ”

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ive emptied my inbox and woah it feels so good ;3 so pls send me new memes!!

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* FRANK HERBERT'S DUNE PROMPTS ,

"something cannot emerge from nothing."

"any road followed precisely to its end leads precisely nowhere."

"the mind commands the body and it obeys."

"desperate people are the most dangerous."

"the concept of progress acts as a protective mechanism to shield us from the terrors of the future."

"hard tasks need hard ways."

"you must teach me someday how you do that, the way you thrust your worries aside and turn to practical matters."

"i cause pain out of necessity."

"you must learn to rule. it's something none of your ancestors learned."

"people need hard times to develop psychic muscles."

"what is important for a leader is that which makes him a leader."

"the people who can destroy a thing, they control it."

"be prepared to appreciate what you meet."

"take your time and be sure."

"it is impossible to live in the past, difficult to live in the present and a waste to live in the future."

"survival is the ability to swim in strange water."

"you fight when the necessity arises—no matter the mood!"

"even occasional greatness will destroy a man."

"humans are almost always lonely."

"my father once told me that respect for truth comes close to being the basis for all morality."

"greatness is a transitory experience. it is never consistent."

"from the top of the mountain, you cannot see the mountain."

"climb the mountain just a little bit to test that it's a mountain."

"knowing where the trap is—that's the first step in evading it."

"may this place give you as much pleasure as it has given me."

"paradise on my right, hell on my left and the angel of death behind."

"try looking into that place where you dare not look! you'll find me there, staring out at you!"

"it's shocking to find how many people do not believe they can learn, and how many more believe learning to be difficult."

"i often wonder in these later days if anything about him was as it seemed."

"the storm passed through us and around us, it's gone, but we remain."

"the mystery of life isn't a problem to solve, but a reality to experience."

"mood's a thing for cattle or making love, it's not for fighting."

"fear is the mind-killer, fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration."

"when you imagine mistakes, there can be no self-defense."

"hope clouds observation."

"one should never presume one is the sole object of a hunt."

"if you rely only on your eyes, your other senses weaken."

"science is made up of so many things that appear obvious after they are explained."

"what senses do we lack that we cannot see or hear another world all around us?"

"the power to destroy a thing is the absolute control over it."

"highly organized research is guaranteed to produce nothing new."

"i should like friendship with you ... and trust."

"a killer with the manners of a rabbit—this is the most dangerous kind."

"once you've given orders on a subject, you must always give orders on that subject."

"prophets have a way of dying by violence."

"do as she says, you wormfaced, crawling, sand-brained piece of lizard turd!"

"this world has emptied me of all but the oldest purpose: tomorrow's life."

"a ruler must learn to persuade and not to compel."

"the mind can go either direction under stress—toward positive or toward negative: on or off.

"the human question is not how many can possibly survive within the system, but what kind of existence is possible for those who so survive."

"a stone is heavy and the sand is weighty; but a fool's wrath is heavier than them both."

"greatness is a transitory experience, it is never consistent."

"do not count a human dead until you’ve seen his body, and even then you can make a mistake."

"but it’s a human trait that when we encounter personal problems."

"but it's well known that repression makes a religion flourish."

"the person who experiences greatness must have a feeling for the myth he is in."

"i am not the kind of person i want to be."

"there was no mercy where there could be no stopping."

"your life is stolen."

"the hunter does not seek dead game."

"are you already training my replacement?"

"we tend to flounder around, blaming everything but the actual, deep-seated thing that’s really chewing on us."

"where the fear has gone there will be nothing. only i will remain."

"what do you despise? by this are you truly known."

"i should've suspected trouble when the coffee failed to arrive."

"sad? nonsense! parting with friends is a sadness. a place is only a place."

"who asks for justice? we make our own justice."

"behold, as a wild ass in the desert, go i forth to my work."

"in such perfection, all things move towards death."

"there is probably no more terrible instant of enlightenment than the one in which you discover your father is a man—with human flesh."

"i never could bring myself to trust a traitor."

"i must not fear."

"a plan depends as much upon execution as it does upon concept."

"what is the son but an extension of the father?"

"you have eyes, yet cannot see without light."

"proper teaching is recognized with ease, you can know it without fail because it awakens within you that sensation which tells you this is something you have always known."

"it's easier to be terrified by an enemy you admire."

"fear is the mind-killer."

"the way the mind will lean under stress is strongly influenced by training."

"to accept a little death is worse than death itself."

"life produces a different taste each time you take it."

"it's what we were meant to do."

"i see us giving love to each other in a time of quiet between storms."

"a popular man arouses the jealousy of the powerful."

"don't sit with your back to any doors."

"there's steel in this man that no one has taken the temper out of..."

"any man who retreats into a cave which has only one opening deserves to die."

"we went soft, we lost our edge."

"you can’t buy security."

"we faced it and did not resist."

"thou shalt not make a machine in the likeness of a human mind."

"there is no escape—we pay for the violence of our ancestors."

"it is so shocking to find out how many people do not believe that they can learn, and how many more believe learning to be difficult."

"what has mood to do with it?"

"the day hums sweetly when you have enough bees working for you."

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zvmbieboy​  ⤦

‘ hold still. this might sting a little. ’     // @elverted​ /  sc.

      inhaling  deeply,  she  holds  as  STILL  as  she  can.  the  blood - stained  and  torn  flannel  lies  on  the  floor,  cast  haphazardly  as  the  pair  make  to  address  the  injury.  truth  be  told,  she  hadn’t  even  noticed  the  bleeding  until  they  got  home,  the  DIORAMA  more  important,  the  broken  figuring  of  hopper  taking  up  her  mind  interspliced  with  the  laughing  of  the  school  crowd.  “ i  am  ready. ”

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7rolled​  ( hopper )  ⤦

*   (      PROMPT  :      why do you have that look on your face  ?      /      @elverted​

“   WHAT LOOK  ?      NO LOOK ON MY FACE  .   ”      you’re quick to furrow your brows  ,      mold your face into something comical to hide the way the lines on your face reflect a deep ache  .      you see what she’s been through  ,      maybe not through her eyes  ,      maybe not through her own description  ,      but you know how to look at her      &*      see something  ,      you can feel in the way she moves through your shared space that there is something she carries on her shoulders  .      it makes you wonder  :      can she see the change in you  ,      can she see your knees weaker      &*      body scarred even through thick clothing  ?      it’s a fear that snakes its way across your ribcage  :      you do not wish for her to see you fumble  ,      you want her to have faith in you  .      is that too much to ask  ?      “   just      [      …      ]      trying to get things back to normal here  ,      y’know  ?      just missed you  .   ”

    she  catches  on  fast,  seeing  that  wiping  of  said  expression  on  his  face.  how  it  turns  to  an  easy  smile,  crinkles  that  hadn’t  been  near  his  eyes  pop  out,  and  there’s  more  lines  by  his  cheeks  when  he  carries  that  smile.  speaking,  he  sounds  more  tired,  hoarse  would  be  the  word  she’d  learn  to  know  it  as.  and  as  much  as  she  wants  to  agree  with  what  he  says,  wanting  to  just  FORGET  the  past  year  if  not  more  ...  she  knows  it’s  impossible.  “ missed  you  too. ”  she  returns  the  sentiment  easily,  wondering  how  much  they’ve  both  changed.  but  then  she  remembers  what  joyce  had  said  once,  how  there  isn’t  a  way  to  go  back  to  how  things  were  but  ...  “ things  can  be  new  normal.  better. ”

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so tired as i see yet another article saying hopper is “hot” now when he was practically a pow and was starved for eight months as well as enduring arduous physical labor but ig its fine bc he got Muscles

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jane collecting flowers and drying them to put in her scrapbook, jonathan gets her one of those baby polaroids or an older camera of his so she can take pictures and everything. the first few she takes are shaky, she’s always putting her thumb over the lens, and sometimes they’re out of focus but once she gets it she loves taking photos of everything. animals, plants, the sky, random things that make her smile :’)))

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fyrbol​  ⤦

IT IS THESE MOMENTS OF NEAR - OBLIVION, an ignorant bliss favouring sheltered lives and ships not torn asunder. until the next storm wreaks the waves with its havoc, they can escape unto that valiant steed of immersion. he hoists the reins with a deft hand and leads her right along with him.  ❛  never fear, my fair maiden ! the dragon is slain, your dutiful paladin awaits . . .  ❜

an outstretched hand offers to tow her forth, a winding, galloping adventure where only they know the destination and only they make the rules. a place where the only bad men are the ones of their own making, vanquished with a wave of the hand or a bat of the eye. a place called home.

❛  you are safe now.  ❜

  placing  her  hand  in  his,  she  can’t  help  but  stifle  a  giggle.  though  she  knows  what  a  real  dragon  looks  like  when  it’s  slain,  how  it  REALLY  FEELS  to  be  saved  --  it’s  nice  to  let  that  fall  away  for  the  gallant  tones  and  expressive  imagination.  “ thank  you,  kind  sir !  you  are  very  brave  for  having  slain  that  BEAST. ”  she  casts  a  look  towards  the  ground,  where  she  imagined  the  foot  of  said  beast  laid,  scales  and  all.  it’s  funny,  for  a  moment,  remembering  that  in  so  many  ways  this  story  was  true,  that  he  had  saved  her,  along  with  the  rest  of  the  party  --  between  aiming  a  rock  at  a  demogorgon,  and  throwing  fireworks  at  the  mindflayer.  lucas  was  a  REAL  monster  slayer  at  the  end  of  the  day.  pointing  the  opposite  direction,  she  continues  the  game, “ i  am  sure  if  you  return  me  to  my  cast-elle  you  will  be  rewarded ! ”