#PALADINSHEARTT : an independent , literate , semi - selective & 18+ roleplay blog for MIKE WHEELER of the Netflix series STRANGER THINGS .... a dedicated exploration of childhood trauma , fighting to survive and discovering one's identity .
this blog is lovingly run by Tay ( 23 / any / gmt ) who can also be found on @lostcleric , @theirmage , @whats1tt & @number47s .... this blog is extremely welcoming to OCs and crossovers . reply icon template is SERPENTINE by @/lightlysources
SEASON 5 SPOILERS WILL BE PRESENT but will be tagged under st5 spoilers and stranger things spoilers
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temp specific rules below :
My general rules for now is a link to my will blog's rules ! but in terms of my specific portrayal of mike :
- my mike is ( unless canon explicitly states otherwise ) bisexual with a male lean . he takes a long time to label his sexuality due to his struggle with his identity . please note that themes of period typical homophobic views and specifically internalised homophobia will be present .
- in terms of shipping , my main ship is BYLER . I adore mileven platonically but personally aren't a fan of the way their relationship is handled in canon . however i am mileven friendly and I'm happy to write them romantically , we may just need to plot / hc for fix-its for certain moments in canon – mostly because i refuse to allow the d*ffers to ruin mike's character post s1 and the way he treats her isn't right . TLDR : i am mileven friendly i just want them written with a healthy relationship .
i am willing to ship mike with all members of the party .
- i am willing to ship mike with OCs , if we plot & hc first to see if it naturally flows . all gendered / identities are welcome for shipping as long as they are in the same age range as mike during that point in canon .
- this blog is multi-ship . i hate limiting myself to one ship / version of a ship only . so please don't hesitate to approach me about shipping . i do not practice exclusives .
🎤🎶 —— "They have, they do, and they will." There was no point in sugar coating it, she thought. Not now in the aftermath of....everything. "It's how stories go, everyone's, one way or another. Some, faster than others... But you know what? The in between of all of that?" She gave a nod, "Those are the really good parts. That's where the stories are. You're good with stories, aren't you? You should write them down. I think it'll help."
A bar is not somewhere Mike thought he'd frequent after high school. Not when he'd seen how much people could drink, how it could affect them. Besides, he wasn't even old enough to drink yet.
But he ends up sitting on a bar stool more times than he could count. Not for drinking, not for meeting people or living his youth. No, it's simply to talk to Jane. She made a pretty good listening ear, especially with the party being scattered outside of Hawkins, and often she could either call him out for being a dumbass or give him much needed advice.
Like today. His arms are folded upon the slightly alcohol-sticky counter, chin resting upon them. The picture of moping, admittedly. "Write them down?" His thoughts drift the shiny new typewriter on his desk, to random ideas scribbled in his notebooks. "Maybe. I don't know. I just... it's hard. Feels like I'm stuck here and everyone else is... moving on."
🎤🎶 —— "...and why are you even having one drink? Gimme that." Panic swelling up in her. "Mike, I swear to god, if my boss saw you right now...." Taking the drinks back behind the counter and dumped, looking at him curiously. "Should I ask if you're okay or are you just being a little shit?" She paused. "Saying that in the most friendly manner, of course."
Mike protests as the drinks are promptly removed from his grasp. Granted, he hadn't paid for any of them, but they were still his. The few sips he'd managed to have of his original drink weren't enough to give him any form of a buzz, and Mike sighed as he leant against the counter.
"Don't worry, I wasn't going to drink all of them. People just like to buy me drinks, apparently." And hey, it wasn't his fault if they couldn't tell he wasn't twenty-one yet. "And I guess I thought it might be a good distraction, or whatever."
HIIII SORRY I HAVEN'T BEEN HERE work got crazy busy since ive basically finished my apprenticeship ( just got my final exam aaaa ) and life just got in the way - I'm off this week so hopefully will get on here properly
in other news though -- if anyone still fucks with teen wolf or would be interested in the crossover , i now have a stiles blog over on @fox1sms -- stiles is one of my longest running muses and i missed him lots
#NUMBER47S : an independent private , mutuals - only & semi - selective portrayal of RAY GARRATY of THE LONG WALK . a mix of book canon , movie canon & personal headcannon . alternative verses available , including stranger things , hunger games , and various modern media .
this portrayal is lovingly written by tay ( 23 / gmt / any pronouns ) and is only open to 18+ writers - 21+ is preferred considering the media content . discord is available upon request for mutuals only . this blog currently does not practice exclusives and is multi - ship . please find temp rules under the read more .
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RULES & INFO
- my portrayal of ray is bisexual and is open to shipping with any character from TLW . whilst this blog combines some book canon , i will be following the age used within the movie , so ray will be 18 rather than 16 .
- i am oc and crossover friendly . TLW isn't a super common fandom , so i am happy to throw ray into pretty much any fandom / universe . i am open to shipping with ocs and crossovers – this will be based upon chemistry & require plotting / hcs but please feel free to approach me !
- general rp rules apply : be tolerant , friendly and respectful & I'll show you the same courtesy ! im not here for drama or callout culture , it's tiresome and not healthy . if you have a problem with someone i write with , please contact me privately about it .
- i care more about quality of writing rather than aesthetics - i will not choose rp partners based on graphics . if i follow you i genuinely want to write with you .
- this blog is 18+ MINIMUM . i would prefer my partners to be 21+ due to the content with the canon material . this blog will contain mentions of blood , gore , death , violence , trauma and more . please do not interact if this is not something you're comfortable with . darker themes WILL be present . nsfw may be present but will be tagged .
- this blog is medium to low activity as mun works full time and mostly has writing time at weekends . please do not rush me or spam me for replies , i work on things based on muse & inspo so please be patient .
- my discord is open to all mutuals for plotting , chatting , writing etc . just ask ! my askbox is always open & memes do not have a limit or expiry date .
- my official pages will be worked on in my free time . if needs be i have a proper rules doc on my other blogs for more in depth rules - please find on @lostcleric or @fracturals . also for now , i will link ray's wiki page for those unfamiliar with his character & TLW as a media - this is temporary until i can write up my own bio for him .
i dont care if we have 10 threads together. i dont care if we have 20. send the meme. write the starter. scream in my inbox. lets start another one. we have six ships? make it seven. canon characters? lets give them an au. i want all. the. things.
"You did it," Nancy says the words with a smile that seems to be growing. She's been home the last day and a half, staying at the Wheeler house in her old room. She's only visiting, but for very good reasons. Mike graduating. The day before had been joyous and emotional for all the Wheelers, celebrating and honoring Mike's achievement. She had spent the evening, however, with Steve, Jon, and Robin before coming home for dinner. The Wheelers had shared a meal with Holly and her friends and Mike's party. It was a filled house as it normally was... and Nancy missed it. She wasn't sure she would admit that out loud, but it was pretty obvious on her face how much she enjoyed it. And after they all left, after the quiet settled in, she found her way to @paladinsheartt's room where she could lean against the doorframe.
A little laugh leaves her lips and she speaks again, "You actually did it." Not that she had a doubt in her mind. Mike was smart, maybe even smarter than her-- not that she'd say it out loud. But her brother was smart... is smart. She may have been gone the last year at Emerson and in Boston now at The Herald, but she was aware. She talked to their mom often on the phone, got updates about how he was and how Holly was. Nancy, though far from home, never spent a day not thinking about her family. "I was worried about a week ago that I wasn't going to be able to make it... new job and all," she waves her hand as if to play it off casually, "But... I don't think I could've missed this for anything."
There was a buzz within the house that rivalled that of the festive period. It felt almost nostalgic, everyone being home like this again. Seeing their faces in the crowd, beaming and teary and proud, made showing up to graduation worth it. Especially after seeing his mom's reaction, the anxious hope that she hadn't quite been able to hide. As much as it hurt, that gnawing emptiness, he was grateful that Hopper got through to him. Honestly, Mike didn't think he'd be able to face anyone if he'd actually missed the ceremony.
But Nancy was right. He'd done it. Made all those years of fighting and running and desperate survival all worth it. They had come out on the other side with a future. It hadn't all been easy, the past year especially, but now Mike Wheeler could officially say he'd graduated.
"Of course I did it, I'm a genius," Mike rolls his eyes in faux annoyance, but there's a grin he can't hold back spreading across his face. "I'm glad you could come – it's nice to have you home." Mike knew his family certainly agreed, Holly had loved hearing about Nancy's new job, about life in Boston, and their mother looked like she was blinking away happy tears every time Mike looked at her. It was so familiar it hurt.
It was crazy how a day and a half could make it feel like nothing ever changed. In a good way - that fuzzy, almost dreamy feeling when the present and past somehow line up for a moment. Mike glances to the side, gaze drifting to a folder discarded nearby, his name carefully decorated along the spine. Their final campaign, at least for a while, all planned and ready. Mike sighs, grin slipping for a moment. "Can I ask you something?"
