#sorcererslead

[hawkinsown]

↯ @sorcererslead asked : ' has hitting something ever fixed it ? '

↯ .ᐟ eyes flash, beads of sweat chasing down the side of his face. steve straightens, squinting through the smoke piling out from underneath his car hood. he twists the rag in between his hands. ❛ yeah, well. i don't see you helping, now do i? ❜ he bites back, waving his head back and forth as he pulls up the hood, another cloud of dark smoke escaping like it had been held captive.

[proudfrcak]

mandible / jawbone. what are they incapable of saying out loud ?

jon is incapable of saying out loud how much someone or something really means to him. even if he does, it's either very vague/cryptic or it's with actions. he's scared of saying how scared he is that the person he cares about will leave

[paladinstales]

Continued from x | @sorcererslead

Things are so damn different from before. Mike tends to isolate himself for the others. It's not that he doesn't want to see them. It's more than he has come to find a weird comfort in his own loneliness. He's always happy when his friends are happy. They all deserve the best. They deserve all they want. As for Mike, he's not sure he'll ever get all he wants, but he knows he can keep working hard on his manuscript. His dream to become an author has kept growing since he started studying literature in college. He doesn't know when it'll be ready, but he knows he will keep working hard. He even has ideas for a series. Maybe it's all that keeps him going these days, but it's enough.

"You wanted to what ?" he asks, letting a brief smile cross his lips. It's Will's birthday, his best friend's birthday. And Mike wants Will to have a great day today. He wants to remind him that he appreciates how he has always been there for him, and especially in the past two years. Because Mike knows he's unbearable these days. He's doing his best to not let his mood impact his friends. He knows he's a shadow of himself. Since El left, a part of him left to. And now he has to learn to live like this. Hopefully he's right and someday, when she's ready, she'll give a sign. But for now that's who he is. In the meantime, Mike is still Mike. Maybe he doesn't care much about himself and about taking care of himself, but when he sees his friends, he really wants to take care of them. There's nothing more important to him.

He shrugs. "My book, it takes place in a medieval fantasy setting. I know your art style would work," he explains. Yes, a professional would do well for sure too, but they wouldn't know Mike. With Will, Mike is pretty sure that no matter how he describes what he wants, his friend would find a way to make it a reality. "I mean, I could hire a professional. Maybe... Maybe it'd be best. But I'm... I don't know. Maybe it's stupid. But I don't know if I can really trust them with what I'm writing." Because maybe it's not his life, but it's still a part of him, his first book, that one thing who has kept him going for the past months. There's inspiration taken from his life too there, of course. A part of all of them. A part of her.

[paladinstales]

What are some similarities between you and your muse/muses?

Would you be friends with your muse if they were real?

Are there certain characters that you gravitate towards?

Munday Meme | Accepting | @sorcererslead

What are some similarities between you and your muse/muses?

We have so many 😂 First, our loyalty. We both care deeply for people we love, in a real ride or die way, so we'll do anything for them. We're both bad at speaking about our feelings, but we're good at showing them at least 😂 We both tend to pretend we're doing well even when we're not. We both love to write and to create stories. I studied literature, I'm teaching it actually, and I feel like it's totally something Mike would do while writing his books.

Would you be friends with your muse if they were real?

I think we would totally be friends! We're similar and we have some interests in common, so I think it'd be quite easy for us to be friends and get along.

Are there certain characters that you gravitate towards?

MMMMMMH I think I have a type, but it's not that specific either if it makes sense ? I tend to write characters I love of course, but when I decide to write them, it's always because I would have loved to see their points of view about more things in canon. I won't write characters I love if there's no room for interpretation or creativity. I usually love writing characters who face a lot of hardships and still choose to be good in the end. And I love when they have a funny side too because it means I can write silly things from time to time and/or make fun of them. So I write characters who can give me fluff, angst, hurt/comfort and crack from time to time!

[paladinstales]

"I'm never gonna love again."

@sorcererslead ❤️'d for a lyric-based one-liner | cowboy like me - Taylor Swift

[proudfrcak]

“Tell me I’m not crazy.”

- 📷 - worry. that's the first reaction in jonathan's mind at those words coming out of his little brother's mouth. the poor guy has gone through so much ... and jonathan hates the most about this that will had to go through this mostly on his own, while all jonathan strives to do is protect will. it feels like he failed. again.

the next reaction is: reassurance. making sure his brother knows jonathan doesn't think he's crazy. never has. never will.

"you're not crazy."

make him believe it.

" trust me. no one thinks you're crazy."

and if they did ... jonathan would give them a piece of his mind

[d2hjustaddmetal]

🌐 for our muses to be stranded in a parallel universe together

@sorcererslead The ground in the upside down starts to shake, like there's a massive shockwave vibrating through it. A cold wind is chasing behind them as they run towards the gate...were they going to make it to the other side? It almost felt impossible. The potent mass of exotic matter had gone off behind them, the explosion starting to take everything with it, like nothing of what they'd grown familiar with in the Upside Down for years had ever existed at all. And...they were next. Him, and Will were running at the back of everyone else, watching as their friends made it through, and at that moment, Dustin knew. He knew him and Will might not make it back home with the rest.

That cold, forsaken breeze that was wiping away everything in the Upside Down was finally catching up to them, with a kind of chill that seeps down into your bones and then--- The explosion is launching them forward. For a moment, Dustin's eyes remain closed, brows furrowed together tight, before blue eyes slowly begin to open. Is he dead...? Did they...make it back home...?

He finally starts to take a look around, sight blurry at first before he starts to observe his surroundings. But, nothing that he sees looks familiar. It's not the Upside Down that they're in anymore...but, it's definitely not Hawkins either. He's standing right outside what looks to be an old, medieval town, and looking down, he realizes his clothes have changed. He's dressed....pretty much like his DND bard, lute hanging from his back. What in the world-- was he...dead...? Because he's fairly certain that for him? Oh. This is definitely what heaven would look like.

Taking a look off to one side however, he realizes that wherever he in fact is....he wasn't here alone, no. There's an unconscious Will laying on the ground close by. "Holy shit....Will...!!" And he's rushing over to his friend. "Y' okay, man?"

[robinfm]

@sorcererslead asked: 🩹 Apply pressure to the deep slash on the receiver’s abdomen. ( angst <3 )

there's been a lot of things she's seen and been through since getting involved with this group of people, but directly seeing someone this hurt was not something she felt all that prepared for. in fact, she felt like the worst kind of person to be in this sort of situation since her baseline anxiety level was already fairly high.

but with each thing she's been through, she's gotten stronger. this was just another one of those things that will make her stronger.

robin lifts will's shirt to reveal the slash to his stomach and get a good look at how bad it really was. and boy was it bad...

"oh god, will..."

she didn't want to scare him but her face was scrunched up and she was baring her teeth in a pained, upturned way like she could feel it herself. "shit, shit..."

hands fumbled with her outerwear, trying to pull her jacket off as quickly as possible while saying an internal 'i'm sorry' to her mom for ruining this nice jacket. worth it to save her friend though. a new friend who only recently become someone special to her. not that she didn't always care about him! it was just different now... knowing vickie and her weren't alone in this hellhole of a town.

the jacket was pressed against will's stomach with one hand while the other reached for his hand for him to squeeze if needed, but also for a bit of comfort for herself. "it's going to be okay... your mom left to call for help."