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#eviilborn: barry. 27. he/they. multimuse. minors dni.

WANTED PLOTS. OPENS. MEMES.

-> x continued with @eviilborn's jackie

Well, shit... Out of all places anyone would or should dare to check out, he thought an abandoned barn would be dead last on the list. It was easier to try and bring himself to consciousness in a place where people were not around. Repeat his mantra over and over until he can stand right back up and look for his sweet, yellow holy grail. Where had he let them slip, again?

He tries to keep his snarl low when the voice of a lady echoes against the broken woods of the barn. Slumped on the very back of it, he lifts his gaze slowly.

"You'd best stay away if you don't wanna end up bein' ghoul snack." He manages to say, the growl that follows causes his body to twitch, aching to give in. He curses to himself in a whisper, almost like it could soothe him, searching with a weak hand for a vial. He couldn't have dropped it far, he hopes. Then again, he barely remembers just how he made it here.

eviilborn

Brows pulled in as she heard a gruff voice respond. She scoffed to herself, barely audible as she deduced what must be happening. Ghouls were still a mechanical mystery to her. She had no idea how their existence was possible, but she was hardly scared.

"Well, I will stay out of snacking distance," she snarked as she pushed the door open an inch further to allow herself in. "But I need shelter, and this is the best thing I've found in a week, so you can't hog it."

Even Jackie knew she was pushing her luck, but if the figure was as weak as he sounded, she felt she could afford it.

"Anything I can do to make sure you don't eat me in my sleep?" She offered as she dropped her bag on the ground, rummaging through its contents for her last ration.

#// love this ty!#necrophagical #jackie tag tba #ft. ghoul001

holmesdepot

A small smile twitched over his lips as he picked up on the awkwardness almost instantly. If he hadn't been so damn worried, he doubted he could have pulled off acting like things were normal either. Or at least, what normal used to look like, before it all went to shit.

"I'm good - almost got eaten by one of those mutated dogs Carol was telling me about, but otherwise great." His brows shot up a bit as he gestured at their current location with a vague wave of his hand, "Better than you've been, from the looks of it. You really got mixed into some messed up shit, huh?"

His tone shifted there, the false normalcy giving way to a genuine concern as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Kind of stuck my foot in it myself now, I guess - though it's good to see you man, this is not how I saw things going down at all."

Understatement didn't even cover it, there.

eviilborn

Steve scratched the back of his head, trying to reconcile Tommy being here. Looking at Tommy was like looking at another life. A life where he had never gotten involved with Nancy and become an honorary babysitter.

"Oh, yeah. The kids call them demogorgons or demodogs, I think." Unfortunately, thanks to Dustin, he had become more familiar with D&D terms. "Me? No, man. It's just another uh Tuesday? Shit, I'm not even sure what day it is." He chuckled, knowing how normal this had all become for him was not normal.

After a moment, he realized he had been staring at Tommy a second too long. Some things about him hadn't changed, but a few more lines, and a few more worries made it clear it had been awhile since they last spoke.

"No kidding, um, but since you're here, I should probably catch you up to speed while we have time. What do you know about all this?" He made a vague gesture, referring to all the crazy shit happening in town.

#holmesdepot #steve tag tba #ft. tommy001

finally done moving, still unpacking, but i will be getting to replies and dms by tomorrow if not sooner. sorry if you've been waiting !

#// ooc.

someday i will have pretty tags but i'm still adding to my muse list so that day is not today

#// ooc.

necrophagical

❛ water water everywhere, and not a drop to drink. ❜ // from @eviilborn's jackie

"Should start gettin' used to it, sweetheart." The aptly named Wasteland was no place to live, not cleanly, at least. It was in itself a miracle that people continued surviving, persistent pests that they were—that he was, too. Everywhere they walked, something or the other looked to corrupt whatever was left of humanity. Now, they were all beasts, that much was basically mandatory.

"Only thing we got certain around here is that anything'll fuck you up one way or the other." The river might as well be glowing green, the way it hogged so much toxicity in it. Purifying even part of it would take up too much time to even bother, so no one did bother—not for others, at least.

"But aren't you lucky? You get to pick your poison, not many can do that these days. So, will it be radiation or dehydration?"

eviilborn

Jackie breathed out a heavy sigh, no stranger to the harsh conditions of The Wasteland. It took a measly couple of months outside her old vault to become the survivor she was never meant to be. She was still no Wonder Woman, but she surprised herself by surviving this long under such harsh conditions.

"No kidding, Sherlock." She snapped out at his advice.

Taking another glance at him, the giant bug creatures were still worse than his barely human appearance, her shoulders shagged in defeat. She was going to be done in by not being able to find even a bottle cap of water.

"Sorry, I'm just so pissed that after all I've been through, fucking dehydration is going to be what kills me. God, this sucks."

#necrophagical #jackie tag tba #ft. ghoul001 #// love this sm ty! she's technically a clone to lucy in this verse (vault experiment) but no relation beyond being a look alike

holmesdepot

Small town crazy. He said it as though the things that had happened in this “small town” of his weren’t certifiable. She understood what he meant though, in a distant kind of way. Her life in Chicago hadn’t been spent entirely on revenge and rescue missions. There had been moments of calm between the storms, when she and her friends had been able to simply exist and experience the city together like they were normal people rather than freaks escaped or discarded. When the craziest things that happened were just average encounters in a big city.

Though her smile was distant, it was honest as she agreed, “Probably not, though I think I would like to get used to it.” That was the promise, after all. To try and find the good and the calm after everything that happened. To live better than before. If nothing else, there was likely much less trouble to get into here.

She nodded, having seen the scars of Henry’s earthquake for herself, albeit briefly. There wasn’t exactly a lot of time for sight seeing, and now she wasn’t entirely certain what to do with herself, let alone where might be a good place to rest. If nothing else, his tour promised to help her find that much, whether he knew it or not.

Her brows raised, some amusement touching her features at his description, but she shrugged, “It doesn’t bother me.” Her powers had been a part of her before Brenner had kidnapped her, and she was hardly uncomfortable with using them. It would be good if she didn’t have to, though.

“I’ll follow your lead,” She shifted, keeping her hand in the pocket of his borrowed coat as she gestured for him to commence this tour, “I haven’t really spent much time with anyone since - “ There was no polite way to word being captured by the military, so she let the silence carry before continuing, “Can’t promise I’ll be the greatest conversationalist. I am a good listener, though, if there’s anything bothering you.”

While he no doubt had his own people to talk to, Kali knew sometimes an uninvolved person could serve rather well as a sounding board, and it wasn't as though they didn't have time.

eviilborn

It was beyond bizarre to Steve how quickly Hawkins seemed to return to normal. The town's wounded structure was still in the process of being rebuilt, but most people, they were already returning to the mundane nature of their lives. If it weren't for his friends, Steve might have almost convinced himself that everything had been some elaborate dream.

"That's good." His words had several meanings, but none he knew how to elaborate on since this was his first real conversation with Kali. She was as much a mystery as El had been the first time he met the girl, and all he knew about her was that she could move things with her mind.

"Great, and trust me-" he began as he started walking, leading her to the more scenic area of Hawkins. "If I've learned anything from Robin, it's how to keep talking. She's awesome, but she cannot stop even if her life depends on it."

He had picked up on Robin's habit of rambling, and he never minded being the center of attention.

"Have you had the chance to meet anyone besides El - er Jane?" He asked, remembering that Kali only referred to the other psychic by that name. "I mean, I know we've technically all met, but outside of all the danger and running."

#steve tag tba #ft. kali001 #holmesdepot

𝐬𝐢𝐱 : overgrown farm where the crops have withered and the barn is falling apart. (for Jackie!)

Jackie frowned as she brushed her fingertips over weeds so overgrown they could be mistaken for wilted cornstalks. The outline of the equally desolate barn, from a distance, had seemed like a potential oasis in the midst of the wasteland, but it was just another disappointment. Sighing, she clutched the straps of her rucksack and moved forward to investigate the dilapidated barn.

" Hello ? " She called out, pushing open the barn door only an inch in case any unwelcome creatures had made a nest out of the old wood.

from here: horror-esque locations.

#necrophagical #jackie tag tba #// giving her a fallout verse bc she can't catch a break in any universe

hollowprompts

🌙 * 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 : 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳-𝘦𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴.

𝐨𝐧𝐞 : overgrown cemetery at the end of a dirt road - half sunken gravestones. 𝐭𝐰𝐨 : fog covered marsh - air thick with the scent of stagnant water and mildew. 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 : a deserted gas station - pumps dry and covered in vines, a single flickering light and an empty parking lot. 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 : abandoned house where the paint is peeling from the walls, every room is covered in dust, but you swear you can hear footprints in the attic. 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 : forgotten cabin in the woods, half-sunken into the earth. 𝐬𝐢𝐱 : overgrown farm where the crops have withered and the barn is falling apart. 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 : hotel by the sea side - the wallpaper is peeling, the pool needs to be cleaned and the lights flicker. 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 : a small-town diner where the neon sign is flickering at the edge of the parking light. it's near empty and the air is heavy of grease and old coffee. 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞 : the pier. the boards are warped from exposure and there's a lone boat tethered to a post. 𝐭𝐞𝐧 : underground storm shelter that is still stocked with decades old supplies and stale air. 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 : a rusted playground behind an abandoned elementary school. 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞 : a roadside chapel, while the bell is broken, it tolls once at midnight. 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 : the dry riverbed. the cracked earth gives way to animal bones. 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 : a dusty attic full of old items, theres portraits with their eyes scratched out. 𝐟𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 : a cul-de-sac where every house is identical. the lawns are perfectly maintained but there is nobody in sight. the streetlights flicker.

#am.#anyone can send :)

holmesdepot

Even though it had been hours ago, the adrenaline still seemed to be pounding through him. He was on edge in a way he hadn't been in a long time, and only partly because of the fact he didn't really know anyone here.

That didn't stop him from striding over to the one person he did know the moment he laid eyes on him though. The fact Byers and Wheeler were with him certainly stung in ways he had no intention of examining, just like he refused to consider what he'd do with himself if he was brushed off this time.

"Hey Stevie," Like years of silence hadn't separated them, and a literal hellscape was just your average backdrop for a reunion. "You good?" His hands twitched with the urge to check for himself that his old friend wasn't harmed ( how many times had he seen him walking around town with bruises, and how many of those were related to this shit the whole time? ) but he kept them to himself as he waited on edge to see where things fell.

@eviilborn

eviilborn

Distracted by talks of what their next move was, Steve was hardly aware of who exactly had joined them. Hearing an old nickname that was all too familiar, he immediately turned to find Tommy Hagan addressing him.

Confusion was written clear across Steve's face, having felt like Tommy had come from another life, hell, another dimension at this point.

"Um, yeah, man." He forced the words out of his mouth.

While any negative feelings he had towards Tommy had faded quickly after their last big fight, he was incapable of going back to the easy conversation they used to have.

"Are you... okay?" He returned the question, but he had a handful more that he wanted to ask the other. Where's Carol? Strangely enough, was the first one that came to mind now that he felt like he had been dropped back into freshman year of high school.

#holmesdepot #steve tag tba #ft. tommy001

st4nheight

closed starter for @eviilborn, any muse, from this post. evanie - may jennings, thirty, bartender — ♫ boots of spanish leather, bob dylan.

“but if i had the stars of the darkest night and the diamonds from the deepest ocean, i'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss.”

eviilborn

" call me easy, but flattery gets you everywhere. if you really want a kiss, all you have to do is ask, sweetheart. "

#st4nheight #ft. evanie001 #eddie tag tba

holmesdepot

For a moment, she had to wonder about him. He wasn't related to anyone who had been actively involved, from what she understood from Jane. Yet despite having no family dragged in on it, he had faced monsters repeatedly and not wavered. What drove him to do it, and how did he stay seeming so normal after? Was it because he'd been normal for so long beforehand?

"It seems quiet, to me. But then, I have known crazy much longer than I have known anything else. This is - not as bad, as some kinds of crazy."

She offered a small smile, indicating she knew he understood that too, in his own way. He wasn't like her, and the other survivors she'd found before reuniting with Jane, though. He didn't seem angry.

As evidenced by his next offer. Shockingly kind as it was, she could only stare a moment before shaking her head. "Is there enough of Hawkins for a tour?" She asked, genuinely curious. "I wouldn't mind though - and if anything decides to chase us, I can make us disappear."

She was admittedly still recovering - the idea of running, even if just from some annoying locals, did not sound like fun.

eviilborn

Steve tilted his head in thought, considering that she had been part of the same experiments, her entire life had definitely been anything but normal. By comparison, he had no room to complain since the crazy had only started a few years ago for him.

"I'm sure small town crazy can't compare," he said teasingly.

A small chuckle escaped his lips at her question, knowing how much of Hawkins was still being rebuilt.

"A lot of businesses are still being repaired, but there are some spots around that only locals would know about." He was mostly referring to local nature spots since the landscape had permanently changed so they even felt new to him.

"Oh yeah, your mind stuff. Hopefully, you won't need to use it much anymore, but I'm sure it comes in handy."

#steve tag tba #ft. kali001 #holmesdepot

holmesdepot

There was a moment of hesitation as she considered him, but he wasn't wrong and it was stupid to freeze when he was clearly trying to help. Reaching out, she accepted his coat and pulled it on as she replied, "Thanks. I haven't gotten around to buying one yet."

And that was the trouble, wasn't it? Most everything she owned before had been stolen, easily lifted when she could manipulate people into looking the other way. Staying in Hawkins meant she couldn't play those games - not if she didn't want Jane's policeman breathing down her neck.

Rubbing her arms a bit to warm them, she opted to address the other thing. "It's not a lack of trust, exactly. I know you're one of Jane's - you were there enough. I just wasn't expecting the help, that's all."

eviilborn

" No one can blame you. Things still feel pretty crazy around here," he admitted.

He brushed his fingers through his hair, nodding at the mention of Eleven. He missed her like he would any of the other kids, despite Dustin's unconfirmed claims of being his favorite, but he could only imagine what Kali must be feeling.

"I can understand that." He let the silence linger before coming to a decision and clearing his throat. "But you're her family, so - you know, you can always come to me. I know we've never really talked before, but I could give you a pretty awesome tour of Hawkins. It's not so bad when crazy shit isn't chasing you around every corner."

#holmesdepot #steve tag tba #ft. kali001

( @qveenofnoise ) - location: family video store steve works at

" are you having trouble picking out a movie ? "

#steve tag tba #// lmk if you'd like something else and feel free to expand #qveenofnoise

( @holmesdepot )

" I totally get the lack of trust thing, but you're obviously shivering and my jacket is not going to eat you alive. " He offered his coat to her once again. His sweater was keeping him warm enough without the added layer of protection.

started from HERE.

#steve tag tba #holmesdepot #ft. kali001 #// thinking this is post s5 & we can work out how she's either back in hawkins or they met again outside of hawkins #// and this is short but feel free to expand as much as you like !

steve harrington starter call !

very much on a stranger things kick rn and i would love to develop my muse for steve by throwing him out there. like this if you would like a random starter from king steve. oc & crossover friendly, and he is open to any platonic/romantic/nemesis ships ! pls specify for who if you're also a multimuse.

#sc.#steve harrington rp #indie rp #stranger things rp #indie horror rp #also consider this a chem test so open to anyone !

cosmileu-blog

give me fucking royal!aus

🍊 muse a is betrothed to muse b’s sibling bUT GUESS WHAT MUSE A IS A GAY AND FALLS FOR MUSE B 🍊 servant and royal falling in love???? muse a is next in line for the throne but muse b their best friend and personal servant has been with them since childhood and they share everything together anD MAYBE MUSE A IS HARBORING A CRUSH FOR THEIR SERVANT AND SO IS MUSE B 🍊 bickering ass royals who are forced to get married because their countries are about to go to war and so their parents are like FUCK OK WE DONT WANT WAR MARRY and muses are constantly bickering bUT OK MAYBE THIS OTHER ROYAL IS FUCKIN HOT cue angsty hot makeout sessions 🍊 lANGUAGE BARRIER MUSES muse a is betrothed to muse b but muse a is pissed about this and refuses to learn muse b’s language and so awkward interactions and broken languages but the effort muse b puts into learning muse a’s language makes muse a maybe sort of like muse b 🍊 ROYAL MUSE A HAS NEVER BEEN OUT OF THE CASTLE BUT MANAGES TO SNEAK OUT AND MEETS MUSE B WHOSE A SHOP VENDOR AND FALLS IN FUCKING LOVE AND THEY HAVE A GRAND OL DAY BUT THEN MUSE A DISAPPEARS BC RESPONSIBILITIES AND MUSE B IS LIKE FUCK THEY WERE CUTE AND THEN THE NEXT DAY THEY SEE THEM WAVING TO THE PEOPLE AND MUSE B IS LIKE WHAT THE HELL I JUST KISSED THE ROYAL OF MY COUNTRY I 🍊 muse a is known as the playboy royal and bangs everyone thats willing and then muse b comes along and is muse a’s tutor in like fencing or something and muse a is like IM GONNA GET IN UR PANTS and muse b is like what the fuck no focus on your fucking sword

also just nice ass fucking dresses and shit i’m such a hoe for royal aus like pLEASE GIVE ME ALL THE ROYAL AUS

#wp.#i will offer a royal version of any of my muses for these aus

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