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I FELT IT [ ... ] EVERYWHERE.

A STUDY IN: coming of age. loss of innocence. blood vs chosen family. the game of survival. self - discovery. loneliness as a destructive force. persevering despite the odds. the human condition. companionship as salvation. overcoming fear. unconditional love.

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#WIZARDSLAYS. an independent, private, highly selective &. mutuals only writing blog for william byers [ THE BOY WHO CAME BACK TO LIFE ] as interpreted from the hit netflix show stranger things. written primarily as an ORIGINAL CHARACTER. ANTI - SCH.NAPP / GEL.MAN / DUF.FERS. established since may 2022.

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independent & private writing blog for LEON S. KENNEDY from RESIDENT EVIL. as written by zodi.

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So... anyone interested in resident evil?

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Hi. I hope you all are doing well while i've been gone ♡ truthfully, I am not sure if i will be active here or on tumblr for a while. If that does change at any point, I will for sure give that update when it happens. In the meantime please take care of yourselves, & I can be reached on discord: zodimak.killer

[fgreene]

“Tell me a truth—just one. The kind you’d never say sober.”

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Well, the whole queer thing is already out there. So his easy answer is gone. Which means Forrest has to actually think about something. His thoughts do drift for just a moment, thinking of the irony of the statement. The two of them are both sober. So he will be saying it sober.

He’s being pedantic. He knows what Will means.

“Okay. Uh…. I believe in ghosts.” He even whispers it. Not for any kind of added drama, but because this is even a little too close to his real secret for his own liking.

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“     so  . . .   that’s  your  best  kept  secret?     ”       there  is  no  hint  of  malice  in  your  tone,   only  pure  curiosity.   gaze  flits  across  the  other  man’s  features  in  search  of  a  deeper  meaning,   or  even  a  thinly  veiled  lie  lurking  behind  his  eyes,   but  you  quickly  turn  up  short.   it  feels  a  bit  silly  now,   to  have  expected  anything  deeper   —   the  afflictions  of  your  childhood  were  your  own  unique  brand  of  suffering,   and  having  seen  the  literal  horrors  that  comprised  the  depths  of  the  upside  down  makes  anything  else  pale  in  comparison.   cheeks  heat  up  with  mild  embarrassment  at  this  realization,   suddenly  feeling  shy  after  the  rare,   short  burst  of  bravado.   maybe  bringing  this  up  was  a  mistake.   voice  is  quieter  now,   mirroring  the  other’s  hushed  tone.       “     if  it  means  anything,   i  believe  in  ghosts  too.     ”

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bg3 verse is rotting my brain, so have some spitfire thoughts on the backstory: will is born from his high-elf mother joyce ( with whom she was with his human father, lonnie, for a short period of time ). he was a quiet kid, sensitive, and he lived with his mom and brother in the quiet, impoverished town of rivington that sat just outside the borders of baldur's gate. there wasn't anything special that made the byers family stand out; however, during one of their many trips into the city, will had been targeted by a group of hooded people, and seemingly vanished without a trace.

these hooded clergymen had injected him with sleep potions to bring him into the temple of bhaal, where the god of murder orchestrated what almost seemed like a magical bloodletting, where he drained will of his blood and touched upon him with his own blood to create his chosen bhaalspawn outside of the normal methods of reproduction. it was purer this way, as the god had been in search of a usurpor to become the next slayer. unfortunately for will, just a child at the time, was the unlikely subject to this torturous procedure. he was kept in this temple for a week before being dumped back on the streets of baldur's gate, the last bits of the sleeping potion wearing off and suffering from amnesia of the events that had transpired.

he doesn't remember how he made it back home, but somehow, he does. because of his memory loss, he chalks it up to getting lost within the city, but they knew there was more to the story. there was just no way for them, or will, to find out.

will lives with this magical blood churning in his veins as he grows through puberty, and he experiences his first urge at eighteen years old. it nearly knocks him off his feet with how deeply he craved for bloodbath, which completely horrified him and he sought salvation through prayer to his chosen deity, ilmater (will had become a cleric shortly after the events of his kidnapping, in hopes that this would clean him of his past and make him born anew).

these urges continued to get worse as time progressed, and praying seemed to be helping little. will knew that something was not right. he knew, deep down, that there was something off. that he came back wrong when he woke up confused in the dirty cobblestone of the undercity. searching for answers, he sneaks out of rivington and back towards the place where all of his nightmares began. this time, however, he was met with a strange man lurking in the sewers, piercing eyes sending a shiver down his spine.

( his name was henry creel. will didn't know it at the time, but this man was one of his bhaal siblings - the one whom was bhaal's chosen, at least, until will became of age )

henry managed to trick will into trusting him, and in doing so, fell victim to his wrath. henry did not want to see will usurp him from his place as bhaal's chosen. he would do anything to prevent him from following his destiny - and it is in the damp, dungy walls of the sewers that henry not only lobotomizes him, he also forces an ilithid parasite into the crevice of his eye so that it can eat away at his brain, soon to become a mind flayer and no longer pose a threat to the throne that henry so badly wanted. from here, will was purposefully put onto the nautiloid ship, barely alive inside the pod, to be shipped off and never to be heard from again.

at least, that's what they had thought.

will survives, in spite of the circumstances, and begins his journey through the events of bg3 as a resist dark urge character. essentially this means that, while he still suffers from amnesia of what had happened to him, he still feels these urges to kill, for bloodshed, and his storyline ends in him finding out the truth of what happened to him, and rejecting the ideals of bhaal and to resist the urges that were forced onto him against his will. he will not let this deity control him. he will take his autonomy back, as much as he possibly can, and use these powers for good, rather than evil (because will is a death domain sorcerer, while innate all his life they had been activated after his kidnapping, so he siphons these powers from the darkness and uses them for good).

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FOR BEST FRIENDS FOREVER *  adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal action prompts

DIALOGUE PROMPTS

i never want to know a life without you.

you're a great friend to me.

you mean a lot to me. i hope you know that.

what would i do without you?

don't make me sit on you.

we have too many inside jokes.

i really missed you.

i'm here for you, no matter what.

you can count on me.

wanna hear a dad joke?

you left this at my house.

whatever you need, i'll do it.

that's what best friends are for.

we're friends, right? friends look out for each other.

they thought we were siblings! honestly, i don't blame them.

i really need a friend right now.

could you please come over?

stop making me laugh!

i wouldn't be able to survive this without you.

you can lean on me. i'll be there for you.

i won't just abandon you.

we've been friends for years.

why don't you come over tonight?

let's get a bite to eat. i'm starving.

last one there's a rotten egg!

i call shotgun!

move over! i'm coming in!

you know... you're my best friend.

i trust you more than anyone else.

do you pinky promise?

if you don't stop, i'll tickle you.

i'll bring the snacks!

let's sit at our favorite table.

i've known you since i was five!

they literally can't separate us.

i don't think they've ever seen us apart.

will you be at my wedding?

let's do this together.

of course i remember our handshake.

i don't know how to function if you're not there.

you're the best friend anyone could ever ask for.

do you remember how we met?

stop messing up my hair!

honey, i'm home!

this is basically your house, too.

i really need your help.

i'll be a shoulder to cry on.

if anyone hurts you, they have to answer to me.

you have to carry on without me.

we can do this.

you're the only person who ever really believed in me.

ACTION PROMPTS

[ handshake ] sender and receiver perform their signature best friend handshake

[ pinky ] sender makes receiver pinky promise

[ steal ] sender steals a piece of clothing (like a hat) from receiver and puts it on

[ cheers ] sender and receiver lift their drink glasses in a celebratory toast

[ game ] sender challenges receiver to a board game

[ laughing fit ] sender and receiver end up in a hysterical laughing fit at a joke the sender made

[ keep away ] sender steals an item from receiver and plays keep away with them, holding it too far from their reach

[ splash ] while swimming together, sender splashes receiver

[ club ] sender and receiver go bar-hopping

[ movie night ] sender and receiver have a movie night complete with snacks, blankets, and lots of pillows

[ console ] sender is deeply distraught, so receiver comforts them

[ cuddle ] sender and receiver cuddle

[ sleep ] sender and receiver fall asleep together

[ toss ] sender keeps tossing items at receiver to get their attention

[ reach ] sender is about to fall to their death, and receiver reaches just in time to catch their hand and save them

[ tent ] sender and receiver attempt to pitch a tent together

[ rescue ] in a dramatic turn of events, receiver shows up in the nick of time to save sender's life

[ costume ] sender and receiver wear matching costumes to an event

[ pillow ] sender and receiver have a pillow fight

[ hobby ] sender and receiver enjoy their favorite hobby together

[ piggyback ] sender gives receiver a piggyback ride

[ treehouse ] sender and receiver hang out in a treehouse

[ notes ] sender and receiver pass secret notes to each other

[ fast food ] sender and receiver visit a fast food restaurant to grab a bite to eat

[ risk ] sender puts their life on the line to protect receiver

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Q: WHAT ENTERS THE ROOM BEFORE YOU DO?

A: the energy

you arrive like warmth does, without asking permission. Before you speak, before you settle into a chair, something in the room softens. Conversations loosen their shoulders. Silences stop feeling accusatory. People don’t always know why they feel safer around you; they just do. Your presence is porous. You feel atmospheres the way skin feels temperature. Joy clings to you easily. So does unease. You often carry emotions that were never formally handed to you - just left in the air, assumed you’d hold them. Still, there is something grounding about you. You remind people that gentleness isn’t weakness, that openness can be steady. Colors: Honey, warm amber, sunlit linen Scene: Sitting cross - legged on the floor while others talk around you, quietly anchoring the room just by being there.

TAGGED BY: @paladinslays ♡ TAGGING: @shadowedvales, @edensrib, @h4rrington, @acceptedrisk, @joyciebyers, @clericwoken, @firstlich & you!

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let's talk fantasy verse! my fantasy verse combines elements of dungeons & dragons, baldur's gate 3, and general fantasy all into one. will is a shadow sorcerer - he was not born with these powers, he was given them (more info on how is still in the works). but basically, he is capable of siphoning powers from the darkness. he is also multiclass as a life domain cleric of ilmater. so when he channels these powers, he uses them for good, rather than their inherent darkness. it's a clash of good versus evil, the battle of am i the monster, or can i choose my fate? it also ties in elements of coming back wrong, losing his autonomy after gaining these abilities, and learning to find strength in them rather than shame. will is a potent healer as well. he uses his abilities to heal the sick, the injured, and protects the weak.

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“    shit  ,    shit   ,    shit   !    “      the   handle   of    the    smoking    pan   is    gripped    tight    with   a    kitchen    towel     &     you    turn    to    rush    over   to   the    sink  ,     blackened   pieces   of    bacon    &     grease    spilling    into    the    empty   side    in   an   attempt   to   avoid    a    crisis  .        there’s   a    mess    of    broken   egg   shells   &    small   bits   of    yolk    across    the   counter    from    your    failed    attempt    at    multitasking     &    cooking  ,    apparently   !       when    you    turn    around  ,     your    shoulders    jolt   from    catching    sight   of    will    standing    at    the    entrance    to    the    kitchen  & a laugh is huffed out .       so    much   for   breakfast   in   bed  ,     or    like , at   all  .        “    could   you   like  ,   go   back    to   bed   and    we’ll   pretend    you   didn’t   see    this   ….    total     and    absolute    disaster   ?    “ 

YOU  WAKE  TO  THE  PUNGENT  SMELL  OF  SMOKE  WAFTING  THROUGH  THE  CRACK  OF  YOUR  BEDROOM  DOOR.   its  acrid  scent  tickles  at  your  nose,   and  almost  instinctively  you’re  stumbling  out  from  under  the  covers,   panicked  breaths  straining  your  lungs  as  you  immediately  vacate  the  comfort  of  your  bed  to  go  investigate  the  source.   there’s  a  dreaded  familiarity  to  it  that  triggers  a  cascade  of  memories  to  come  flooding  back  to  the  surface;   the  white - hot  flames  that  had  scorched  you  from  within,   writhing  in  pain  from  an  invisible  enemy  that  couldn’t  be  stopped  no  matter  how  hard  you  tried.   burnt  flesh  memorializes  itself  within  your  senses,   the  fumes  of  the  horrific  aftermath  still  finding  a  way  to  haunt  you  all  these  years  later.   every  single  atom  of  your  being  is  begging  for  you  to  react,   to  do  something,   anything  to  acknowledge  its  pleas  for  peace.

BUT  THIS  ISN’T  HAWKINS,   AND  THIS  ISN’T  THE  MAC-Z.   this  is  the  quaint  and  cozy  apartment  you  share  with  mike  wheeler,   nesting  at  the  corner  lot  of  a  bustling  los  angeles  street,   far  away  from  the  horrors  that  had  plagued  your  childhood.   here,   there’s  no  demogorgons  or  upside  down  or  the  looming  threat  of  the  mind  flayer.   it’s  just  the  two  of  you  trying  to  move  on  from  the  past  and  start  anew,   together.   and  as  you  turn  the  corner  of  the  hallway,   you’re  greeted  with  the  sight  of  mike  fumbling  with  the  saucepan,   a  slurry  of  curses  tumbling  from  his  mouth  and  very  visibly  flustered  from  his  failed  attempt  at  cooking.   in  the  end,   it  isn’t  the  supernatural,   or  interdimensional  monsters  threatening  their  return   —   it’s  just  your  boyfriend  nearly  burning  down  the  place  because  of  the  big,   bad   …   bacon  grease.

although  the  sigh  of  relief  that  escapes  you  is  fleeting,   it  eases  some  of  the  tension  in  your  shoulders  all  the  same.

“   oh  my  god.   ”     a  giggle  stutters  on  the  last  syllable,   hand  flying  up  to  conceal  the  grin  blooming  to  life  upon  tired  features,   hazel  eyes  alight  with  amusement.   the  kitchen  looks  just  as  bad  as  it  smells   —   ingredients  thrown  all  over  the  counter,   a  multitude  of  dishes  littering  the  space  and  mike  had  even  left  the  milk  carton  forgotten  on  the  island.   whatever  his  plan  was  this  morning,   it’s  clearly  backfiring  in  the  most  disastrous  of  ways,   and  you  can’t  stop  the  laughter  erupting  from  your  chest.     “   mike,   what  are  you  doing ?   what  are  you  even  trying  to  make ?   ”

“    could   you   like  ,   go   back    to   bed   and    we’ll   pretend    you   didn’t   see    this   ….    total     and    absolute    disaster   ?  ”

TONGUE  CLICKS  AS  YOU  LET  OUT  A  RESOUNDING  TISK,   relenting  to  your  desire  for  closeness  despite  his  pleas  otherwise  as  your  feet  begin  to  carry  you  across  the  hard - wood  floors.   there’s  no  way  that  you  could  just  leave  him  like  this  now,   not  after  witnessing  his  self - inflicted  catastrophe.   maybe  you’re  taking  just  a  sliver  of  pity  on  him  as  he  adorns  those  big,   puppy - dog  eyes  and  trains  them  right  on  you,   as  if  it  was  all  part  of  his  grander  plan  to  draw  you  close.   either  way,   it’s  working.   

arms  snake  around  his  ribs  and  you  rest  your  palms  flat  against  his  chest,   rising  to  the  tip  of  your  toes  just  to  tuck  your  chin  onto  his  shoulder.   head  tilts  enough  for  your  lips  to  graze  the  pale  skin  of  his  neck,   a  gentle  peck  placed  just  below  his  ear.   the  warmth  of  adoration  blooms  within  your  chest,   sweet  and  syrupy  as  it  tingles  under  your  fingertips.

“   no  can  do.   ”     a  hushed  whisper,   breath  caressing  the  shell  of  his  ear  as  you  revel  in  the  heat  of  his  body  against  your  own.   you  fit  together  easily   —   like  the  last  two  pieces  of  a  puzzle   —   and  amidst  the  chaos  and  uncertainty  that  life  can  bring,   it’s  mike  who  makes  you  feel  whole.     “   i’m  awake  now,   and  you  clearly  need  the  help,   so   …   ”     easing  back  down  onto  your  heels,   you  sneak  your  way  under  his  arm  and  gently  usher  the  saucepan  to  the  oven’s  backburner,   far  away  from  the  flame  that  had  started  this  catastrophe  in  the  first  place.   you  appreciate  his  effort,   that  much  you  can  admit.   resting  your  head  against  mike’s  chest,   you  muffle  a  sleepy  yawn  before  providing  him  with  gentle  assurance.     “   why don't we  do  this   …   together.   ”

[shinarisugai]

[wizardslays]

forced conformity is killing the kids & it sure did kill mike's character </3

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So.... absolutely none of that shit happens in my rewrite. Stay safe tho <3

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so you're telling me that will's love and pain was used as a device to raise up a het ship that honest to god have the chemistry of a wet rag (That Scene was so cringe to watch i'm sorry like holy shit. not to mention there was never any resolution to their s4 issues. omg. just fucking sloppppppp writing).

purposefully wrote will being in love with mike for all five seasons only to completely dismiss it at the very end with a half-assed epilogue guy with zero lines, and it being only a CONCEPT, not even something that has actually HAPPENED to him, mind you.

knowing that will was the only one in the fucking show who had no reciprocated love, never been kissed, was tortured to hell and back again and constantly torn down to bring others up. he literally had never gotten any happy ending. ever. he never ever ever gotten what he wanted!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! what a great message to send to queer audiences!!!!!! /sarcasm

forcing will to sympathize and forgive his abuser. gross and disgusting. get that shit out of my face NOW.

completely assassinating his friendship with mike. what the hell was the point in the home film in sorcerer??? mind you, what the fuck was the point in their dynamic in the entire fucking show with that bleak ass ending?

never addressing how he was completely fucking fine after they killed the mind flayer, didn't experience any pain despite in literally volume fucking 1 he was doubled over in pain from a demo getting ran over by a fucking car??? where was this hive mind connection?

why the fuck was the mind flayer so easy to kill lmao????

not taking advantage of will's siphoning abilities and tapping into that was a damn fucking waste. there was so much potential. so much to explore.

the message the suffers are sending are that queer people aren't allowed to get what they want. they have to suffer, go through the ringer and fight an uphill battle just to get the bare minimum. that their arc is always and only ever reduced to an acceptance. never romantic. and god forbid there is romance, because it's left as a fleeting scene with no depth and left up to an ambiguous ending. lmfao. fuck right off.

[wizardslays]

So.... absolutely none of that shit happens in my rewrite. Stay safe tho <3

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i need everyone to know that for my canon, after will taps into the hive mind and siphons vecna's powers, not only does he subject himself to the power of the mind flayer again - but it actually strengthens their connection again. the more and more that he taps into it, the stronger it becomes, and slowly as the season progresses, he begins to lose himself to the mind flayer once again until he's fully possessed by the climax of the season. at this point he is the spy. he's losing control, and he's being weakened by the mental torture from vecna, making will an easy target for the mind flayer to infiltrate his body once again. it's a direct parallel to season 2, and no one knows he's possessed until he attacks someone he loves - likely in a high stakes moment where there's hope of defeating vecna, and then boom. will becomes the traitor. it's at that moment in time that will loses all sense of himself and is fully puppeteered by the mind flayer, just like henry was. except how henry wasn't able to be saved, will still has that chance, and the way to do that? through love.

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adding onto this: my s5 divergence is going to heavily include @paladinslays here because mike is the one who is targeted as a means for the mindflayer & vecna to try to get to will. and it's going to play right into their trap; will is going to utilize these new siphoning abilities to try and save mike from vecna's grasp / mindscape, and in turn, he becomes more vulnerable to being possessed by the mind flayer.

i'm not sure where this will place holly, as i know her character was really prominent this season, but i feel that mike getting targeted makes more sense as he's 1. struggling immensely internally therefore being a prime vecna target to exploit and 2. is the key to both jane and will. mike has connections to both of vecna's opps, and the mind flayer WANTS will, so it really makes sense to have mike be this target.

either way, the driving factor into will using these powers is to defeat vecna and save mike. he doesn't even realize he can save max, but i know for sure that after he discovers her in vecna's mindscape, he absolutely tries to save her too. and in turn, he inadvertently becomes the spy once more, and the mind flayer can use this possession to bring him back to finish what was started all those years ago. after all, vecna can't exactly complete the mind flayer's bidding without his final vessel.

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YOU SWALLOW DOWN THE DREAD THAT TIGHTENS AT YOUR THROAT, sinking further and further down until it sits rotten in your stomach &. leaves you feeling nauseous in its wake. these four walls that surround you hold a nasty secret &. you can feel its intention in the goosebumps prickling at the back of your neck. something is off that you can't quite explain, and here eddie reinforces your trepidation by bringing your hidden worries to light: ( @neibclt: ❛ this room… there's something wrong with it. i think we should leave. ❜ ). head cants to the side to steal a glance at the other, wide - eyed &. nearly shaking from the paralyzing terror anchoring your feet to the floorboards below.

“ yeah, good idea. ” IT'S A BARELY CONTAINED WHISPER that trembles from your lips, nodding your head gently in quiet agreement. there's an effort on both sides to move from your current positions, but in your attempts in doing so, a sudden crashing sound reverberates against the walls and startles you right out of your own skin. fingers clasp desperately to the fabric of eddie's shirt instinctively as a means to calm the rapid beating of your heart. “ what was that ?! ”

silent hill sentence starters. accepting.

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will looking at mike and lucas like: i have two hands, yknow.