Helloooo. This is sort of an introductory post/list of works, more so for my sake than others atp! I like organization, and my blog was the farthest from that to say the least.
While I don’t have a lot of works right now, I’ve been working on a couple of projects and will be continuously updating this list accordingly!
Anyways, my intro…
I go by the name Judectionary on all platforms, including Tumblr, Ao3, and Twitter (although I don’t use it). Jude or Judey is a shortened version which I honestly prefer over that mouthful.
I’m in a couple of fandoms, including Stranger Things, The Hunger Games, and Shameless! Although, it should be noted that I mostly engage with the first 2 only.
Below here are my analyses, ongoing fics, and art…
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ANALYSES!
The Byler Problem
Will’s Character Arc
Mike’s Character Arc (outdated) | CREDS!!
Shock Jock: The Last Voice of Reason
RANTS!
The Injustice of Will's Coming Out Scene
How the Byler/Mileven Discourse Works and Why the Condemnation of Bylers is Inevitable
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And the sorrows of love’s slow passing (Goodbye, Will)
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NOTABLE TAGS:
Will Byers-centric — 2000s — angst its all angst — Hurt/Comfort — Drinking — Will Byers has issues — Will Byers kills people — Sad Ending — Drunken Confessions — Will Byers is an unreliable narrator — Like a REALLY unreliable one — Jealous Mike Wheeler — Bad Parent Lonnie Byers — Murder Mystery — Cat and Mouse Chase
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Her.
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NOTABLE TAGS:
Cheating Byler — Will Byers & Holly Wheeler — Mike Wheeler is oblivious to— Holly Wheeler is nosy af — Heartbreak — Love Confessions — First Kiss — Basementgate? — Robin Buckley is for the gays — Religious Imagery & Symbolism — what happened in those 18 months? — THIS IS A MORAL MESS
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Spilled Coffee, Spilled Feelings
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NOTABLE TAGS:
Will as a Candy Striper — Mike in an ugly patient’s gown — Feelings Realization — They go undercover — u frog he swan — no but literally — Fluff and Angst — Implied/referenced Sexual Harassment — Mike listens to Will like a dog — POV Mike Wheeler
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Ten Minutes
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NOTABLE TAGS:
Lovers Lake — they don’t know how to communicate — desperate monologues — desperate Mike Wheeler — Angst but the end is um Fluff — confessions are made
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The Dawn Before
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NOTABLE TAGS:
Enemies to Lovers (kind of??) — Byler angst — Will Byers uses throwing knives — Protective Mike Wheeler — Everyone wants to die atp — Will Byers kills people — Mike does too but it’s cooler when Will does it bc I said so — Mike and Will have to kill each other so the relationship is a bit complicated
SOME EXTRAS:
Here are some of my art pieces/concepts for this fic!!
(In the first picture, it says that Will is the winner of the 22nd Hunger Games. As you can already tell, seeing as the Games have been changed to be the 124th, this idea was scrapped, along with his 100% guarantee of survival…)
I do have some notes, character studies, and maps I’m planning to post later, but I feel like that would be considered as spoilers.
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Tangled and Lovestuck
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NOTABLE TAGS:
tangled au! — Will Byers as Rapunzel — Chance as Flynn Rider — Dart as Pascal — Henry as Mother Gothel — Guess who Mike is — Ok stop guessing — He’s the horse — Fantasy + Comedy Fusion
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Because I Like Losers
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NOTABLE TAGS:
Nancy Wheeler has a plan — And Mike wants to insert himself into it — Will Byers loves Mike Wheeler — And Mike stresses him out like an idiot — Protective Will Byers — Jealous Mike Wheeler — Miwi Mention — Will appeals to Mike's paladin fantasy
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Sims 4 Byler Comics
SweetBunny22 [ INTRO. ]
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SweetBunny22 [ “Lumax’s Confrontation”, Ch.6 ]
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Dropping random fanarts :P
(there are only 2, excluding the hunger games one…)
CLERADINNNN
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fuckass bob + fuckass bag
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Thank you for reading this! As I said, I’ll be updating this as I post more works, art, or comics.
˖᯽ ݁˖ “Sitting at the farthest seats of a dinner table is tolerable, so long as their eyes meet twice.”
“The Cross Above”
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𝐢. 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤
Mike held the palms of the father and the mother as grace was said, but his eyes remained open.
Slowly, the boy at the other end of the table blinked his open as well, and they caught Mike’s almost immediately.
The familiar words of gratitude shared day by day echoed down the dark wood of the table, expressing thanks to a being no man has had the pleasure of seeing.
And yet, while this sight would be an indescribable miracle, it was never an objective of Mike’s. Whether it was his lack of religious background, or comfort with the temporary life, a voice in his head told him that it did not compare to the sight of Will Byers cheekily smiling at him at the other end of the table.
It was the biggest act of defiance he had committed, because unlike Mike, he was a human of esteemed devotion to God.
While his disrespect during grace is his biggest sin, it was a minimal crime in Mike’s book of deeds.
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“You’re a peculiar one,” Will whispered against Mike’s lips.
His hands tightened around the front of his leather jacket, feeling the unfamiliar texture in his fingers.
“I am?” Mike chuckled softly. “I think out of the two of us, you’re the weirder one.”
“And that’s a bad thing?”
“No, but it makes you peculiar-er.”
Will’s eyes turned to crescent-like shapes as his shy smile grew. Up close, his skin was blushy and smooth, empty of the piercings that had caught on as a trend lately. The thin metal bar dashing through Mike’s brow corroborated that.
“And yet, you’re able to tolerate me.” Will placed a hand on the side of Mike’s face.
Mike raised a brow, “Obviously! Well, tolerating isn’t even the right word. I don’t tolerate you, I want you. Does that make sense?”
Will rocked forwards on the heels of his old brown boots, “I don’t think anything does, but I am content with that. I like the…”
“Rebelliousness?”
“Rebe—No!” He smacked Mike’s chest. “I’m not rebelling.”
“So your parents wouldn’t raise a brow if you invited me over for dinner?” Mike tilted his head, a toothy grin on his face.
Some brief seconds passed as Will bit his lip in thought. Although, it felt like hours.
However, instead of responding, he simply pulled Mike down to his height and smacked their lips together, moving with the passion of a dancer.
𝐢𝐢. 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤
Mike reached up and grabbed his leather jacket off of the stand by the door. It looked a bit out of place amongst the crowd of brown coats.
Then, he turned around and laid his eyes on Will, who was watching him from a considerable distance.
“Are you sure you don’t wanna come?” Mike asked.
Will fiddled with the hem of his white, ironed shirt. “I haven’t completed my chores.”
“What? You have to milk the cows for the third time today?” Mike crossed his arms.
“We don’t have cows!” Will rolled his eyes.
“Right, right.” Mike sighed.
He took a few steps forward, enough to close the distance between them, and gently held Will’s hand.
“Fuck the chores, you have a date to go on.” He whispered.
Even though he couldn’t possibly care less about the house rules against swearing, he wanted to respect them—to respect Will. Also, the cross sign hanging above every single doorway (including the bathroom) was beginning to intimidate him.
Will tapped his foot on the ground in a stressed manner. He parted his lips to say something, but quickly closed them.
A sigh slipped through them instead. Mike couldn’t tell if it was out of exhaustion or annoyance, but both were terrible answers.
“Listen, you don’t need to—”
“Hold on.” Will shushed him.
He snapped his head to the right corridor, then the left. Then he repeated the action.
Mike felt a reassuring squeeze to his hand before Will spoke, this time in a voice so low, it was barely audible.
“I’ll come, but bring me home before twelve.”
The cross above the front door shook when Mike slammed it shut, excitement rendering him blind to his surroundings.
Loosely, it swayed left and right, hanging on by the single old nail holding it up—until it wasn’t.
It clattered to the hard floor loudly, as if it was an urgent alert.
To some, it is.
Like Will, who is currently sitting in Mike’s car, humming along to the new song Mike had put together last Sunday.
I’m participating in @.sttwtpride2026’s Pride Month challenge for the next 30 days!! I’ll post short-ish drabbles here, but make sure to check their twitter to see all of the information about the event & other people’s contributions. 💗
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⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ Day 1: Meet Cute!
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AU: [ Project Hail Mary ]
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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ “The only thing worse than encountering an alien in space is encountering a missing person.”
“Meeting Human”
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The sky glowed a dark deeper than human midnight here.
Seconds slowed, voices softened, palms itched, and Mike’s mind seemed to have lost its grasp on reality.
The object spun around his ship, dancing and twirling just far enough to only graze the shell holding him.
It performed what one could consider a mating dance of sorts, at least that’s what Mike thinks. It’s the conclusion he’d reach if he saw two creatures moving with the same rhythm beneath trees and under rocks, but is it different here, where all that was around was space?
A hollow that both pulled and ignored him. Perhaps they had assumed he was too insignificant, the suns and the stars and gravity’s force—but the same could not be said for the long, golden object that had attached itself to his ship.
An arm extended from its side and suctioned to the small door he exited from, although lately, he had no reason to exit.
Except for now.
“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath as he zipped up the red suit. “Am I an idiot?”
The metal teeth hummed as he pulled his protective skin on. Bit by bit, fabric by fabric, he became invincible—to space, that is. He wasn’t sure he could say the same about the tunnel he idiotically decided to travel through.
Something about it was so… attractive. Not in the human way—for his humanity was long gone—but in the way a heart beats to prevent death, for life was too hauntingly addictive to let go of. Too attractive.
He tried to calm his nerves by counting the ridges lining the door, but nevertheless, they continued to jump between the crevices of his ribs and spine—cruelly.
The door let out a long, painful whine as it opened, like it was reluctant to allow him to walk through that strange tunnel.
Hesitantly, he experimented by pressing a boot into the ground, half-expecting for it to dissolve; his hallucinations had become increasingly deviant as of late.
To his surprise, it held up.
“Okay, good job.” He said to the ship—or rather, who was driving it. “It’s human-friendly.”
He shook the big flashlight in his hand. It flickered open, shaking off the specs of dust that had settled on its surfaces and ridges over the years.
In the light, the tunnel seemed darker.
It seemed even deeper, even realer, and even more attractive than it originally was.
Having been isolated for a particularly thick number of minutes, Mike’s pulse spiked at the sight. Adrenaline coursed through his veins recklessly, and he couldn’t ignore it—not just yet. He embraced the feeling, letting it take control of the legs that had grown weak during his prolonged sleep.
Despite his experiment, he held his breath as he fully lowered himself onto the tunnel ground.
“Still alive?” He asked the void.
It didn’t answer back, but it didn’t say no either.
“Oh, thank god…” he keeled over and placed a trembling on his knee.
Although, as he was slowly soaking in the fact that his life hadn’t ended with one stupid step, a sudden sound straightened his back into attention.
Bang!
His head snapped up so fast, it was a miracle he hadn’t pulled a muscle.
The sound came from the end of the tunnel, loud and echoing. Mike pointed the flashlight towards it, only to be met with a reflective surface.
“What?” He frowned in confusion.
He shook the flashlight back and forth, keeping it in the same direction, and what he had received in return was the same sight.
A reflective surface.
But how could a surface make noise?
A surface was no different to an object, despite how humans tend to describe it. Smooth, rough, blank, or reflective—it is inanimate, therefore it is silent.
Unless there is something burdened with a soul behind it.
“Hello?” Mike’s voice cracked. He cringed at the way it echoed all the way to the end of the tunnel—or at least to that reflective surface.
Nothing responded.
“Alright then,” Mike sighed. “Don’t reply to me. Just let me… watch me walk down this tunnel, probably to a death trap. You ever tried human meat before?”
As he rambled, he walked closer and closer to the reflective surface. It distracted him just enough to prevent himself from realizing the absolutely insane journey he was taking.
“I think it’s chewy. Well, with the suit it’ll be chewier.” He was close enough to touch it now—if he outstretched his arm, that is. “There’s a zipper you can pull to make it easier…” His words trailed off.
He blinked at the surface, trying to take in the sight before him.
It wasn’t reflective, just… glass. Maybe not exactly glass, but something similar enough. Something that could catch light from far away and make images to trick the human eye.
“Hello?” He tried again, clearing his throat beforehand. One voice crack was embarrassing enough.
A beat passed in silence. Whatever made that noise was stubborn, or shy, or frightened of Mike. Does he look scary? He doesn’t think so, but—
Bam! Something smacked the glass.
In training, Mike was taught a lot of things. Encountering unfamiliar species was the most interesting subject of them all. From long-headed creatures to cubes who could talk, he had accounted for every fantastical thing that could cross his path.
Although, he missed one thing.
What if, in the empty stretches of mass and stars, millions of light years away from home, he encountered another human?
The naked man blinked at him with wide, hazel eyes, brighter than any star he’d seen so far.
His mouth opened, but no noise came out. The man’s open palm remained pressed against the glass, a reminder of his humanity.
He stared at Mike with curiosity, analyzing every feature with an intensity that burnt Mike’s flesh.
His eyes flickered from feature to feature before he lifted his head and scrunched his nose.
“Human?”
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I watched PHM once like a month ago so I apologize if anything is inaccurate but wtv. This is a concept I’ve been toying around with for a while and I’m excited to share more about once I write the fic! <3
Moonlight fucked me upppp. I don’t think I’ll ever live bro. Like actually live. I think the rest of my life will just be waiting to die, and what I’m constantly doing is sitting in empty space
If you are unable to see the images I uploaded into this fic, please refer to this post while reading. I’m still struggling with the issue of them just not appearing for some reason, so I’m relying on the temporary fix for now. Sorry :(
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