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Last Updated 10/13/22
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"It is." Okay, so it already looks like he did a good job of snacks? He'd sure hope so. After all, he used to throw plenty of parties. One would think he'd know what would be good for food during a hangout. It's not exactly the same, but close enough.
He's setting things down nearby, making his way closer to her afterward. "Yeah, it's been pretty nice out all day, actually." Now that he's thinking about it. He found himself just sitting outside and attempting to relax earlier that day when he'd been back at home. "Guess we chose a good day to hang out, huh?" It's always nice when the weather was nice when the plans were to hang out outside especially.
"Fuckin' absolutely," she answered while reaching for a sparkling water. She sniffed it, huffing when a bubble popped, and then took a big gulp. "....I. that's. Huh?"
She takes another drink, blinking a few times. "Interesting. Okay, anyways, so, what's been up? How's that job? I know yer just in training since the building ain't officially fully open, which fecking sucks. I'd love to come over and bother yeh while I've got a break."
She was also working at the not yet opened mall, finishing up her own training in record place.
"Ugh. Don't want to talk about it." And especially didn't want to talk about the ridiculous uniforms the place had him wearing too. It's dreadful. "I'd rather not think about it." He figured hanging out might help get his mind off it too. "You mind?" Dropping it. Letting them just chill and have a good time and not think of things like work. "Sorry, it's just a pain, you know? Rather not think about it for a little while."
"Nah, not at all. Work is work, shit sucks no matter what kinda job it is really," she says while looking over the actual food items. Once she finally makes a choice and pops something in her mouth, she freezes, looking out towards the woods. Her eyes narrow as she scans the treeline. But then she just shakes her head.
"Sorry, thought I heard something. So, what do yeh wanna talk about? Or just wanna enjoy the air?"
{ @jadehowlettthewolf liked for a high starter with Jonathan Byers }
It wasn't really like him to sneak off with things having been going the way they were, but God, did Jonathan need a breather. He, at the very least, left his mother a note just in case she were to wake before he returned.
He'd gone to where he typically goes when he needs space, generally wants to be left alone. Not that company would be a bother, no. It's just that being in the cramped house with only his thoughts was driving him crazy. That and well, he's not really sure who he knows that approves of his usage of pot. But this spot is spacious - you could see the stars and whilst high? Well, there's something really calming about it. The quiet and the night sky, relaxing with a joint between his fingers.
Though he does seem to suddenly have company; Jade coming into view and catching him off guard. "You scared me." He speaks whilst a hand moves over his chest as though to further convey this fact. "What are you doing here?" The question is asked in curiosity more than accusing.
She'd always been a quiet- or well, no. Not a quiet child, she was loud and stubborn and always wanted things to be right and fair and would say so whenever she could. But what she was, was naturally sneaky. Not on purpose, most of the time, just... Soft footsteps, soft breathing.
So when she spotted Jonathan on her stroll, and he spotted her, she smiles and wiggles her fingers at him. "Sorry 'bout that. Bad habit," she answered with a chuckle. "Just wanted ta wander, was all. Smells like yer out here fer something else, though."
"It's okay. I'm just glad it's not someone else." Or something else. They've all had enough scares to last a lifetime at this point. But still, Jonathan thinks he'd rather it be Jade that stumbles upon him over most other people. He's not sure why, but he does. "Yeah, hard to miss, isn't it?" Especially when there's a lit joint between his fingers. Though as far as he knows, Jade also has a sensitive sense of smell.
"You're free to join me, if you like?" He's not sure of her take on pot, but if she wanted to, she could. Though whether or not she smokes with him, he's fine with the company. "I don't really plan on heading back for a while." It's late, but not too late yet.
She shrugs, and moves next to him, plopping down on her ass. "Think I'll pass on smoking today, but I'll stick around."
The mutant lets out a soft breath, looking up at the sky. "It's fucking nice out here though. Great weather too." She had just been out to wander, enjoy the night air and sky herself. Clear her head, try and ignore the current stress in her life. "Needed ta get away from some shit, I take it?"
"Makes sense." Steve was okay at gift giving, but he's more of the act of service kind of guy; More prone to doing things for others rather than just buying them something. Which he still did, of course.
He's pulled from his thoughts when the pen is suddenly breaking with eyes blinking slowly. "How about I uh - write that down for you myself? You seem to be having a bit of a struggle there." He's teasing playfully whilst not really understanding. "Don't have either on me, but my place is nearby?" They could always just grab pen and paper from there and yeah, he thinks he's gonna be the one to write it down for her. Seems like the better option.
She glares at him lightly, before rolling her eyes. Gods she hated dealing with this kinda shit. It's not like she wanted to break everything she held!
"Aye, laugh it up, it's hilarious. But, yeah, let's head to yers. The pen was on its last legs anyway, cheap damn thing." Not a full lie, it was just a basic one from a 12 pack. But it was new. And the 5th one she had managed to break.
"I'm definitely washing my hands first thing."
"If it means anything, I wasn't laughing at you." If anything, the fact she was able to do that? He was kind of impressed. It was just that it surprised him. "I was laughing more out of surprise you did it." Since apparently laughter is the appropriate response for that. "Yeah, I'd bet you want to. I can't imagine ink is fun to have on your hands." He makes an expression that reads blegh at the idea of it happening to him.
"Let's go get you cleaned up." He's then gesturing for her to follow with his head, not joking when he said his place was nearby. The walk to his place is pretty short.
She chuckles at his facial expression, and follows him, trying her very best to not touch anything. "Eh yeah, it's.... Not the first time. Had a uh, bit of growth spurt, I guess, in the muscles department a few years back. Still struggle ta control it sometimes."
She then scratches her nose, and very heavily sighs as she remembers it was her right hand she used. "Fucking... I hate this shit. I break shit all the time now!"
(Sentences from various sources for criminals and/or dangerous muses. Adjust phrasing where needed)
Hey, can y’all rb this if it’s okay to send you messages asking about your ocs, cause on god I wanna interact with y’all but I am terrified of being annoying lol
For the love of heaven please do this
{ @jadehowlettthewolf with Eddie Munson }
How long has he been here? Honestly, Eddie has become blind to time though he's been here less than it feels still; Body in agony making time feel even longer. Why is he in pain? Well, unbeknownst to him - until now, of course - Jason had somehow wriggled his way out of holding from the police and the first thing the guy did? Ambush Eddie.
He's been here in what looks to be some sort of basement for about a week now. He's bound to a chair in the middle of the room by his arms and legs, leaving him unable to defend himself against the jock. In his time here it's clear that Jason still blames Eddie for Chrissy's death, refusing to accept the fact that the metal head is innocent. He seems to believe he was set up by Eddie, made to take the blame rather than both of them being innocent. And no matter how much he begged for the abuse; What Jason called his revenge on him for what happened to Chrissy, his words fell upon deaf ears.
When would it end? From beatings by hand to with weapons, to Jason cutting into his skin with a knife, among various other forms of torture the guy did whatever he could to prolong his suffering without killing him. As Jason had told him when this all began; He'd make him pay. And oh, he has despite Eddie's innocence.
By now, Eddie has given up on begging. Stopped pleading for his life when it felt so pointless. Jason would never listen, never hear him - too warped by their crazed assumption that he's some sort of devil worshipper trying to bring demons or some shit into this realm. Whatever crazy bullshit Jason chose to believe. Currently, the jock seems angered by this. By Eddie's silence outside of pained groans. As though he'd been getting off in his suffering only to become angry when his toy stopped playing into his little game. More like he's broken.
Broken toys get discarded, don't they? Though he doesn't find himself minding too much if it means the pain will stop. If Jason's hands around his throat will stop it, so be it. No one would find him, save him. This was it, wasn't it? Or at least that's what he thought before Jason's grip loosens and the sound of someone busting through the door and down the stairs can be faintly heard. In actuality, it's loud, it's just that he's barely conscious, vision hazy and cast up toward the ceiling as though he doesn't even realize what's happening anymore.
Jade was immediately furious when she found out Hopper's dumbass deputies managed to lose Jason; quite frankly she was almost as mad as Hopper himself was over it. Actually, even more so when Eddie went missing. It was clear to everyone in town, whether they'd actually admit it or not, that Jason escaped to go after Eddie. Again. Like the mob wasn't enough. She was picked up and carried out of the station by the sheriff when the mutant started going off on the deputies, since Hopper didn't want to put her behind bars for attacking an officer.
That was four days ago. Everyone she was close with was searching for him, most in groups of two with at least one walkie a pair. Took turns on who went out when, tried to make sure everyone got sleep while never stopping the search. But Jade, Jade always went on her own. Wearing one of Eddie's shirts, making sure she could remember how he smelled, so she could try to fucking track him.
It was late now. Steve had tried to convince her to sleep, to not stay out, that they would handle it tonight, but she just couldn't. God, she'd almost lost him once, she couldn't do it. She wouldn't. So when the mutant caught a whiff of Eddie's blood, she immediately contacted whoever would answer on the walkie, telling them to bring Hopper and an ambulance to where she was at, and fucking bolted into the building.
Thankfully Jade managed to keep quiet, right up until she heard two hearts behind a door, and smelt Carver himself.
The door gets slammed open, off its hinges, sliding down the steps as Jade follows, pure fucking rage in her eyes at the sight of Jason's hands around Eddie's throat. As she steps, she growls out "You have one fucking warning Carver. Let him go, or I. Will. Break. You."
Jade hardly had to threaten him with Jason shooting up from his spot, grip loosening from around Eddie's throat in his being startled by her sudden crashing through the room. He's frozen, standing still in shock at the fact someone of someone her stature could even do that. What's more - how did she find them? Fuck.
"The fuck are you doing here?" His question is demanding, the male stepping back and closer to Eddie who is hardly even registering what's happening. He is, however, coughing now that he can get air into his lungs again. Eyes are bloodshot from Jason's attempt to strangle him. Though Eddie's neck is free of Jason's hands now, it doesn't stop the jock from whipping out a hunter's knife from his pocket he'd picked up during his hunt for Eddie and pointing it toward the metal head.
"What? Are you here to defend him? You believe I killed them, don't you?" She's just like everyone else. The town had been so quick to believe him at first only to turn around and accuse him once other witnesses of what happened at the lake spoke up amongst other things that proved Eddie's innocence. Jason wasn't buying it. His imprisonment had to be part of Eddie's horrible, awful plan. Whatever it was. "You're all looking at the wrong guy!" Which is true. They are, indeed, but Jason is incredibly wrong of his own assumptions. "He's the one that needs to be punished!"
"I fucking know yeh didn't, Carver, but Eddie didn't do it either. And honestly? Now that yeh've done this, not a single fucking person is gonna care that yeh didn't." She's at the bottom of the steps now, kicking aside the door, making it slide to the other wall. She doesn't care if Jason knows she's not human, it'll be good for him she figures. Knowing there is more than just humanity out there, knowing that the supernatural exists. And maybe he'll believe she did it. As long as he doesn't hurt Eddie anymore, she doesn't care.
"Yer already going ta jail. Do yeh want to wind up chained to a hospital bed before it? Or do yeh want ta just drop that bloody knife and give in?" Oh how she wanted to just rush him, she could, she'd probably be able to get to him before he made another mark on her friend. But Jade wouldn't risk it.
{ @jadehowlettthewolf with Eddie Munson }
How long has he been here? Honestly, Eddie has become blind to time though he's been here less than it feels still; Body in agony making time feel even longer. Why is he in pain? Well, unbeknownst to him - until now, of course - Jason had somehow wriggled his way out of holding from the police and the first thing the guy did? Ambush Eddie.
He's been here in what looks to be some sort of basement for about a week now. He's bound to a chair in the middle of the room by his arms and legs, leaving him unable to defend himself against the jock. In his time here it's clear that Jason still blames Eddie for Chrissy's death, refusing to accept the fact that the metal head is innocent. He seems to believe he was set up by Eddie, made to take the blame rather than both of them being innocent. And no matter how much he begged for the abuse; What Jason called his revenge on him for what happened to Chrissy, his words fell upon deaf ears.
When would it end? From beatings by hand to with weapons, to Jason cutting into his skin with a knife, among various other forms of torture the guy did whatever he could to prolong his suffering without killing him. As Jason had told him when this all began; He'd make him pay. And oh, he has despite Eddie's innocence.
By now, Eddie has given up on begging. Stopped pleading for his life when it felt so pointless. Jason would never listen, never hear him - too warped by their crazed assumption that he's some sort of devil worshipper trying to bring demons or some shit into this realm. Whatever crazy bullshit Jason chose to believe. Currently, the jock seems angered by this. By Eddie's silence outside of pained groans. As though he'd been getting off in his suffering only to become angry when his toy stopped playing into his little game. More like he's broken.
Broken toys get discarded, don't they? Though he doesn't find himself minding too much if it means the pain will stop. If Jason's hands around his throat will stop it, so be it. No one would find him, save him. This was it, wasn't it? Or at least that's what he thought before Jason's grip loosens and the sound of someone busting through the door and down the stairs can be faintly heard. In actuality, it's loud, it's just that he's barely conscious, vision hazy and cast up toward the ceiling as though he doesn't even realize what's happening anymore.
Jade was immediately furious when she found out Hopper's dumbass deputies managed to lose Jason; quite frankly she was almost as mad as Hopper himself was over it. Actually, even more so when Eddie went missing. It was clear to everyone in town, whether they'd actually admit it or not, that Jason escaped to go after Eddie. Again. Like the mob wasn't enough. She was picked up and carried out of the station by the sheriff when the mutant started going off on the deputies, since Hopper didn't want to put her behind bars for attacking an officer.
That was four days ago. Everyone she was close with was searching for him, most in groups of two with at least one walkie a pair. Took turns on who went out when, tried to make sure everyone got sleep while never stopping the search. But Jade, Jade always went on her own. Wearing one of Eddie's shirts, making sure she could remember how he smelled, so she could try to fucking track him.
It was late now. Steve had tried to convince her to sleep, to not stay out, that they would handle it tonight, but she just couldn't. God, she'd almost lost him once, she couldn't do it. She wouldn't. So when the mutant caught a whiff of Eddie's blood, she immediately contacted whoever would answer on the walkie, telling them to bring Hopper and an ambulance to where she was at, and fucking bolted into the building.
Thankfully Jade managed to keep quiet, right up until she heard two hearts behind a door, and smelt Carver himself.
The door gets slammed open, off its hinges, sliding down the steps as Jade follows, pure fucking rage in her eyes at the sight of Jason's hands around Eddie's throat. As she steps, she growls out "You have one fucking warning Carver. Let him go, or I. Will. Break. You."
Hey y'all! Life update
I am quitting my current job. I do not have another lined up right now, but I will be fine for a few months money wise. Though it shouldn't take me THAT long to find something, even if it winds up not being permanent. That being said, while I'll probably be on more often, I might not respond to things as much.
I am also trying to get back to a normal human sleep time, so I'll be having weird hours for a little bit.
I'm hoping to find something thats not physical labor or retail, lol, outside of that I'm not picky so I should find something soon.
Mun Mal
MY LAST DAY IS TOMORROW
Today I am sending positive messages to all of my friends/mutuals.
You are valid, amazing, kind, worthy, and overall great. Both muse or muses (depending on how many muses you have) and especially the mun. Overall, you are a friend to me and I’m happy I’m back on Tumblr interacting with you.
I have greatly enjoyed our chats and our muses interactions so fare and I look forward to the future and our muses sisterly dynamic maybe 🥰💖💕
I. Have just been able to answer this but fucking thank you. If my fucking stupid brain could not be an ass for a hot minute, I absolutely look forward to our muses interacting more too!
That being said feel free to send me messages or memes at anytime.
It's been a while since Steve has really hung out with much of anyone. Sure, he had Robin, but he did need interactions outside of working with someone he knows. He needed more of a personal life though often times he ends up finding himself pretty isolated and alone these days. Unless he's interacting with Jade, of course.
This isn't his typical sort of hang out. Getting snacks and just hanging outside by the fire. No, previously he'd been more of a party guy though he's learning more and more it's because he felt like it's what he had to do in order to keep attention. An attempt to try and show he's more than his parent's money. Not that he's receiving much help from them anyways. His dad had 'cut him off' in order to teach him some sort of lesson. As though he is the one at fault for his parent's inability to be proper parents.
"Jeez, hold your horses." His tone is light and playful though he was definitely caught off guard by her choice of words. Luckily she couldn't see his face. At least not until he's finally heading out and toward her, various drinks and snacks in his grasp. "Wasn't sure what you'd want, so I figured a variety of things wouldn't hurt?"
She sits up when he comes out, her eyes wide at the variety he has. "....is that fucking sparkling water in ta crook o' yer elbow? Shite, nice, okay. Don't think I've ever tried that before."
While Jade had thankfully managed to find herself a nice little group of close acquaintances and an actual friend among one of those, Steve was certainly solidly in the friend category outside of her current group. Most of them talked shit about Steve and 'his sort of people', but knew better than to be too mean, at least in front of her, about him specifically. "It's nice out here. Calm and quiet."
"It is." Okay, so it already looks like he did a good job of snacks? He'd sure hope so. After all, he used to throw plenty of parties. One would think he'd know what would be good for food during a hangout. It's not exactly the same, but close enough.
He's setting things down nearby, making his way closer to her afterward. "Yeah, it's been pretty nice out all day, actually." Now that he's thinking about it. He found himself just sitting outside and attempting to relax earlier that day when he'd been back at home. "Guess we chose a good day to hang out, huh?" It's always nice when the weather was nice when the plans were to hang out outside especially.
"Fuckin' absolutely," she answered while reaching for a sparkling water. She sniffed it, huffing when a bubble popped, and then took a big gulp. "....I. that's. Huh?"
She takes another drink, blinking a few times. "Interesting. Okay, anyways, so, what's been up? How's that job? I know yer just in training since the building ain't officially fully open, which fecking sucks. I'd love to come over and bother yeh while I've got a break."
She was also working at the not yet opened mall, finishing up her own training in record place.
Jonathan makes a point of staying close despite her insistence that she's fine. He didn't believe it for a second. He's the king of bottling up his emotions until they explode; Why anyone thinks they can hide feeling bad from him at this point is beyond him.
"Shit - I'm sorry." And now he's gone and hurt her more. Fuck. All he was trying to do is help. "Jade, please just let me help you." Because it's clear she needs it. "No one else has to know, okay?" If she wanted to keep the pain to herself, fine, but she at least needed to let him help her right now. "It's okay to accept help." Maybe he should take his own advice.
Jade's eyes are closed as she nods, leaning a little more on him. Her mother always said she was as stubborn and bullheaded as her father. And currently, her mother didn't know about what had just happened. Didn't know about her new power, about Eddie being safe, about everything with this new round of monster shit. She'd been busy with the earthquakes and the hospital. Keeping an eye on Max, at least.
"I... Don't wanna leave though. Just... We'll sit in the car, okay?" A compromise, hopefully one that Jonathan would agree to.
"So long as you're not walking around." He accepts her compromise and helps her to the vehicle, helping her inside as well. Before going, he does flash a look back at his brother Will as though to say not to worry; That things were fine. "Did you want to talk about what happened?" Jonathan asks, fine with if she didn't want to. It's a heavy subject, he knows. "You don't have to if you don't want to though."
She relaxes as much as she can in the car, shoulder slumped, short legs stretched out. The mutant has to take a few moments to just... Breath. Everytime she moves it hurts still, but god she's happy it's her and not Eddie.
"I just... The fucking bastard cut the damn rope. Like an idiot, he stayed behind. I... I should have made Eddie go before me. I thought.... I thought he was going to follow." Jade sighs, tears forming. Both from a variety of emotions, and pain. "'M half tempted ta punch him fer it, but... He's already upset I got hurt. And everyone is trying ta keep me from Max cause they think I'm gonna try and help her, and apparently once I fucking start healing someone I can't fucking stop, it hurts to pull away and I just-"
As she spoke, her words came out faster and faster, until she just starts... Crying covering her eyes, shaking, trying not to sob. "I haven't even seen my mother this past fecking week, so I don't know what she's thinking o' how worried she is, an I don't know how ta explain ta her that everyone knows I'm not... I'm not human an- I don't know what ta do."
A soft huff escapes him at her suddenly ruffling his hair, but he makes no attempts to swat her hand away. Simply accepting that that had happened. Not that it's a big deal anyway. He's too drunk to care. Now he's thinking of food and he's feeling impatient. The process of waiting for food to cook was always so boring and took so long. Or at least it felt like it. Especially in his current state.
"Ten minutes feels more like ten years." He's already pouting at the amount of time it's going to take, but he doesn't complain more than that statement. Instead, he chooses to simply lean against the arm of the couch in an attempt to make himself comfortable. Though of course, invasive thoughts are keeping him from any sort of comfort.
Jade chuckles, stirring the slowly cooking noodles. "Yeah, yeah, always with the dramatics, álainn," she says, her voice a lighthearted teasing, full of maybe a little more fondness than expected.
It takes a little less than the estimated 10 minutes, but Jade brings out two bowls of Mac n cheese, topped with extra melted cheese, bread crumbs, and in her bowl alone, enough hot sauce to turn it orange. She also has a plate with a few slices of buttered soda bread that she sets down. "Alright, here we are."
She helps him sit up straight again, and sits right next to him. Her knee touching his, shoulder lightly bumping. "Yeh okay?"
"Hell yeah." The first thing he says when he notes her coming back with food in hand. The closer she gets, the more his mouth is watering. It smells good and it doesn't help that he's hungry as all hell. Eddie takes the bowl from her once it's handed to him "Who knew cheese and noodles could be so Godly?" And he's saying that without having even taken a bite yet. Good on his part considering it's scalding.
"Huh? Yeah, of course. I'm fiiiiine."
She frowns, not believing him at all. "Eddie. Yeh... Yeh don't drink, especially not this much. I know something's bothering yeh. I just..." Jade sighs softly, pushing some of his unruly hair behind his ears.
"We don't have ta talk about it. I just want to make sure yeh'll be okay. I really care about yeh."
She doesn't touch her food quite yet either, waiting for his answer, her focus on his heart. It's steady beat brings comfort to her at this moment.
It can be your OT3, or maybe your OT3+
for those who feel like a monster … sentence starters
no bc i'm still hung up on this post and how oc's are expected to deliver more background information than anyone else and i'm here to once again emphasize how crucial interaction and engagement is to their own development both for the character and the writer behind them.
canon characters have the luxury of appearing "more fleshed out" / "self-explanatory" simply because we've witnessed them interact with other characters on screen. oc's don't get to have that when they are first created.
oc's start from scratch. and they can only build themselves based on the way they relate to others. it's literally how humans work.
so, you want to know more about oc's? engage. how? lemme give you some tips based on practices i've applied myself (feel free to reblog and add more):
note: this list isn't exhaustive. it's simply a couple examples from first-hand experience. it also applies to all muses (canon or oc), but needless to say, this post is specifically about oc's, hence the focus on them.
1. “Do you want to astral project into the next dimension with me?”
2. “I’m in this cocoon until I’m hotter than ever before!”
3. “The results are in. You are 100% on my last nerve.”
4. “My name is ______, and I’m here to destwoy you!”
5. “You are very tiny and cute, but you’re too. Dang. Rowdy!”
6. “I got the zoomies! I shall never cease!”
7. “Ha! Look at you. Not so sweet all the time, are ya? You’re so angry.”
8. “I just want you to know that you are very good and wonderful. And even if stuff seems really hard right now, it’s gonna be okay. I love you.”
9. “Awww! Are you edgy? Is you a little edgy edgelord? Are you? Are you?”
10. “I’M GOING TO FIGHT THE MOON!”
11. “I’m tired! I don’t wanna do nuthin’! Let me sleep for a thousand years!”
12. “Know what? I’m sick of ‘keeping it together’. I shall now be unapologetically nuts.”
13. “It’s summertime beach time! After a year of being inside… I still don’t like this.”
14. “I like dresses ‘cause I don’t have to wear pants.”
15. “I love how short you are. You’re so tiny and cute.”
16. “Somebody was rude to you?! I’ll kill them. Who did it? I want names! I’ll eat them. You deserve better!”
17. “Please let me know if I ever make you upset or uncomfortable with my dumb pranks. Or when I break the laws of physics.”
18. “Watermelon?! Worst flaver! Disgusting. Get these out of my sight and burn them!”
19. “Don’t make fun of me! I’m trying my best.”
20. “I’m just a little freak. A lone wolf. Cringe.”
send a word + ✏️ for my muse to give the first word that comes to their mind in association.
