* 𝔫𝔬 𝔱𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔰 𝔩𝔢𝔣𝔱.

mumu penned by shiloh

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where we lay our scene

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where we lay our scene

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i’m too sleepy to write rn but i may try after i finished my reading but if you would like to plot  some things with or want a closed starter from any of my muses ( JANE HOPPER, DONNA SHERIDAN, JANIS IAN, STEFAN SALVATORE, ALICE JONES, HOPE MIKAELSON ) please like and i’ll message you !!

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plasticdontshine‌:

“now that’s sounds like the real threat to this nation,” she chuckled. “i mean, i don’t have a specific memory of doing that, but i was not the chillest college student. i’m sure i spilled on plenty of people, some that i hardly even noticed in the haze of class stress,” ariel shrugged. her college days were an interesting time, both free and full of boundless amounts of stress. she had no doubt she made some minor enemies in those days, though she hoped no one held a grudge over the annoyances she caused. “but an apology is better late than never, right?”

“i don’t get the feeling that you’re the chillest ever, actually,” presley muses with a lopsided smirk. “i don’t remember anyone ever spilling anything on me—accidentally anyway.” the last of that was mumbled just a little bit, she hadn’t meant to actually say out loud. not everyone needs to hear your trauma, presley. “i would call that a half truth. i think if too much time passes, the harder it is to accept an apology from someone.. but it still can be nice to hear.” 

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notyouraveragejuliet‌:

“Thank you Presley, for the reminder that Annabelle actually exists. Now when I have nightmares later, I’ll be blaming you. I was just saying I’d take spirits over some scary Russians any day.” A bemused chuckle teemed from Noelle as she gave a shake of her head, a playful smile rising. “Fine, cat senses it is. Although Spiderman is still a superhero, I agree that cats are much better. But I think they’d be purring, not tingling. That’s how that works, right?” Noelle laughed lamely at her wordplay.

“well i’m nothing if not helpful,” presley says through a gentle snicker. sometimes she forgets that people have fears outside of rejection, abandonment, and dying alone. weird. “okay but what if there were russian ghosts ? would that make it better or worse ? i’m thinking all of our elections would be fucked if they found their way over here.” she shrugs. “yes but his powers suck. and purring senses sound perverted—not that i’m opposed.” 

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And, I want to make you a promise of three things that you will have that I never did: a safe home, someone to tell you that they love you every single day, and someone to fight for you, no matter what. 1.22 || 4.01

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favourite character meme  ♡  [1/1] character | eleven

You’re a very brave girl. You know that, don’t you?

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sweetbcys‌:

     “no.. they never come out of the frames.” he mumbled his comment quietly, gaze low as he didn’t want to see her reaction. nothing had even changed for cameron, he was a huge nerd before and months later, was still morphing back into his thirteen year old self in terms of his love for comics and games. luckily those were just comics that he didn’t mind tossing out and could buy again. his brows furrowed at the way her demeanour changed just by looking down at her phone, not being able to help but ask again. “are you sure?” it wasn’t his place to ask her that.. especially not as cameron considering he hurt her. but as lucas? he still thought he had the right to do that. friends first. “doesn’t seem like it.. talk to me.. please?”

just by his voice, falon knows that ‘are you sure’ means something more along the lines of ‘i know that isn’t true’. she used to love that cameron knew her so well ; now it just made her heart droop. it doesn’t help that she has expressive features ; every emotion she ever feels is always plastered all over her face. “it’s—it’s nothing,” she insists, her dainty hand dismissing the very thought with a lazy wave. falon stands there, avoiding eye contact for a moment or two before she finally caves. “—or maybe it isn’t.” she utters the confession with an uneasy tone. she isn’t usually so easily swayed—her mind could out stubborn anyone. whatever’s on falon’s mind, it’s haunting her. she slides into the booth of a nearby table, lips pursed. once cameron follows her lead, she reluctantly hands over her phone, revealing a long message that’s accompanied by a picture. “my phone sent me a reminder to look in my notes. when i checked them.. this was waiting for me.” the corner of her mauve lips curl downwards just slightly. “i don’t remember any of this. especially not taking a picture with some random guy.” cameron knew more than anyone that falon has never known a thing about her birth father—that someone popping out of the blue to claim being her dad shook her to her core. this is different than the other times her loved ones have tried to wake her. she isn’t startled or creeped out, she’s scared. “even if that’s persephone in the picture—and it probably is—i.. i don’t know.”

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“If no one chooses a song for me to sing I’m going to be deeply disappointed.” Anthony announced down the microphone of the karaoke machine, a laugh escaping his lips as he spun dramatically. Getting a sudden idea, he spun around once more allowing his pointed finger to land on one person in particular. “You,” he called, the alcohol evident in his voice, “pick me a song.” A smirk. “Better yet, pick us a song.”

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“oh you better like 80s hits,” falon warns. a childlike grin paints across her sculpted features and just a hint of devil twinkles in her eyes as she pulls herself from the seat at the table. while she’s normally known for being shy—presumably way too shy to get up in front of a crowd and sing—falon currently fronts a local band. she surprisingly had no trouble with this any more. “rock or pop ?” 

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sweetbcys‌:

    he certainly hadn’t been having the best week. a complete mixture of missing his little sister, along with the usual stress from work and trying to check in with his family daily simply catching up to him. of course the only way to combat that all and actually relax to get a good start to his day was breakfast. and not his usual fruit and cereal. all he wanted was a whole load of bacon and pancakes. though that clearly wasn’t working in his favour either considering the mess that suddenly consumed all of his belongings, his hands instantly moving to rub at his face in annoyance. he had noticed falon the instant he set foot in the diner though considering he was in his own little world, he hadn’t even acknowledged her. “i dunno. have you walked under any ladders lately? broken a mirror?” cam asked, forcing a small smile on his face. it wasn’t like he wasn’t happy to see her, it’s just that life had been so incredibly hectic for him as of late. “i haven’t been having the best week, so it’s probably mine. i’ll take the blame.” his hands moved to the wet comic books, giving them a once over before moving to toss them in the bin, deciding there and then that they were just ruined. “you good?”

“oh, you know me.. always walking under ladders to break some mirrors,” falon says, a light veil of sarcasm masking the nerves she felt. “and stepping on sidewalk cracks.” she’d be lying if she said that being around cameron was easy for her. through her cursed eyes, all she saw was her ex. the only person she’s ever loved and the only person who’s ever broken her heart. even so, she knows she can’t just ignore him when he’s standing two feet away from her. falon frowns as he mentions his week, “i’m sorry. those weren’t the ones you usually keep in the frames, were they ?” she knows him well enough to know that ruined comic books didn’t help with the whole ‘bad week’ thing. “oh, yeah, i’m fine. i pulled my phone out before it—” as falon glances down at the device in her hand, the picture she’s been staring at briefly distracts her. looking at it sends a shiver down her spine. she fights it, but her mood shifts. the unnerved feeling the spill distracted her from  returns. “—b-before it got, uh, damaged. which is good because i’d rather not have to buy a new one.” 

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while falon has been perched at the bar top in the diner all morning long, her mind continues to be a million miles away. the night before, the strangest thing ( pun unknowingly intended ) happened. a notification popped up on her phone from someone claiming to be her father. there was even a picture of the two of them—one she doesn’t remember taking. it threw her through a major loop and she hasn’t been able to concentrate on anything else since. even with her breakfast sitting in front of her, falon can’t seem to look away from her phone. at least not until a waitress knocks over a freshly brewed tub of iced tea on the counter. it spills everywhere, soaking everything in its splash zone: her breakfast, a comic book or two, and everything else in between them. falon quickly gets up from her chair, luckily pulling her phone out of reach before it can be destroyed. frantically, the waitress apologizes, promising to get the both of them new plates as she cleans up the mess. it isn’t until then that she realizes that cameron had been sitting a few stools down from her and it was his stuff got ruined, too. falon hadn’t even noticed him walk in. “—so was it your bad luck that did this or was it mine ?” 

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A random ding is followed by this reminder and a picture of Falon and Emmanuel together, smiling. 

Jane,

It’s me, dad. I don’t know if you’re even going to need this but I’d rather be prepared in case you don’t remember anything about who your are or where you come from. I would go on telling you about your life, but I don’t want to make you sad or upset but I also don’t want you to forget because they have made you who you are— a strong, intelligent young woman. You might not remember me, you might not know you I am but I will never stop until you are back home and safe. I will never let anyone hurt you ever again. I messed up, I’m not perfect but you are the one that helped me in ways you couldn’t even imagine. Without you, my life would be dull and purposeless, but ever since you entered my life, while crazy, I wouldn’t have it any other way. When I last saw you, I couldn’t believe life had given me another chance at being a father. I was proud of you, proud of the progress you had made and the girl you had become. Meeting you now, I still see that little girl, but you’re all grown up. But one thing still remains— I’ll always be proud of you, I’ll always be your father no matter what happens. And just remember, no matter what happens I’ll always be there for you.

I love you,

Jim Hopper

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diiscotheque‌:

“who the hell has to make up friends ?” rafael scoffs, brows raising slightly. truthfully, that’s something he did when he first moved to hawkins - before he befriended the party. he wanted to appear cooler than he was so he told tales of the great friends he had in his hometown. just about all of it was fiction. “i don’t know how you manage to describe everything with such.. strange, morbid flair. i think it’s a talent only you possess.” 

her nose crinkles involuntarily. ‘shut up, rafael. what do you know ?’ presley thinks to herself. but she can’t say that out loud without sounding like a loser. instead a smug smirk is painted across her face as he explains her flair as strange & morbid. “i know you’re trying to sound annoyed but all you’re really telling me is that i’m one of a kind. that’s all i’m taking away from that little tidbit right there.” 

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sure weird things have been happening, but she soon heard the female beside her as she leaned in close, then soon heard her words, as she glances around then back at her, “no? you think this place could be haunted?” blake questions and hopes that it isn’t true, “oooo you’re pulling my leg aren’t you?”

“why not ? this is one of the oldest places in town,” presley explains, glancing around. it was true—but she’s going to embellish for the sake of a good story. “and you know about the string of strange, unexplainable deaths that have happened in this building, don’t you ?”

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diiscotheque‌:

thanks to ruby, sabrina already knew that the man she was sitting next to didn’t have his memories. the sensible thing to do would be to wipe the dumbfounded look off of her face and act normal. but sabrina was never known for being level headed and she sure isn’t going to start now. “—what ? oh, yeah. totally. i’m just.. wow. i haven’t seen you in such a long time.” 

“in such a long time ?” theodore questions. a single brow arches as hazel eyes trace over the young girl before him. he doesn’t sense the slightest pinch of familiarity—the memory of his step daughter is buried beneath the cursed subconscious of his mind. “i.. i think you might have the wrong guy. i don’t think we know each other.”