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indie selective colin from hellraiser || as told by eva

⛧ rules ⛧ about colin ⛧ interact ⛧


main blog: @sixthconfiguration

#horror rp #crossover friendly #hellraiser rp #stranger things rp #.self promo #colin is a soft gay

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indie selective hell priest from hellraiser || as told by eva

⛧ laws ⛧ about hell priest ⛧ interact ⛧


sideblog: @cenobitesurvivor

#horror rp #crossover friendly #stranger things rp #hellraiser rp #.self promo

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Reverse meme call!

Like this post and I’ll go into your meme tag and send you a few from either Steve or Billy (or both - comment if you have a preference!)

🦔

#stranger things rp #billy hargrove rp #steve harrington rp

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#steve always being the last one during an escape like the selfless angel he is.

#{ you have a lot of strength left ~•~ steve headcanon } #THIS 🥺💕 #protecc the smols

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And drinks! 🍸

Reblog if you’re 30 or older

This is an experiment to see if there really are as few of us as people think.You can also use this to freak out your followers who think you’re 25 or something. Yay!

#{ with my key i lock it ~•~ blog psa }

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Emergency Fluff and Softness Starters

“Hey, come here. It’s alright.”

“Shh. It’s okay.”

“You got me, and I’m not so bad, right?”

“I know what you need. Hold on.”

“I’m arresting you for being criminally cute.”

“Sleeping in? Hell yeah.”

“That was my blanket! Come on…”

“Don’t you dare. No, no puppy face of yours is gonna work…”

“I just found out I have $40 more than I thought. We’re getting take out!”

“Have some of this. You’ll feel better.”

“Ey, I got you. You know I do.”

“I’m glad you’re here. Truly.”

“Thank you for being gentle.”

“You did not just throw that pillow at me!”

“Door’s locked, lights are off… snacks are here, what’s next?”

“Your hands are cold, let me help.”

“You really didn’t need to, you know.”

“You needed a hug.”

“I will not be broken… I will not be… fine, you win stop with the face.”

“No, you’re cute. End of story.”

“I’m not cute. End of story.”

“Listen, we don’t have to fight, we can both be adorable.”

“…but I like it when you’re a soft dork.”

“Come on, get over here.”

“I will squeeze the unhappiness out of you!”

#stranger things rp #i need some soft interactions #{ twinkling in every lung ~•~ ask memes }

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😁😁

#who is this adorable goof

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Thinking ‘bout what I can offer Eddie blogs.

On the right I got a golden child, a wonderboy, a prince among princes, nay the KING OF BABYSITTERS NAY THE PATRON SAINT OF SINGLE DADS

On the left I got a raccoon trapped in a trashcan

...*quietly slips dash $10*

#{ by the heel of my bootie ~•~ ooc } #{ found it in a locket ~•~ queu }

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reblog this post if you're okay with roleplaying with canon divergent muses! sometimes, we as writers do not simply vibe with what happens to our muses in canon and we do our absolute best to fix and rewrite as we see fit! we as muns just want to know who is comfortable and okay with writing with our canon divergent muses.

#{ with my key i lock it ~•~ blog psa } #yes absolutely

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ohohone​:

the hallways are quiet this morning despite there being a room full of children not too far from where he is heading. henry knows this path all too well , having walked it every day for years before and now. each door along the corridor is numbered 1 through 18 , but not all of the rooms are occupied. footsteps are barely heard as he reaches the end of the hall and stands in front of a room without a number on it , the former occupant long gone ( or so the other children are told ). 

henry stands in front of the closed door for a moment before dark eyes glance up towards the corner of the hall where a camera sits , watching ( always watching ). finally , he drops his attention back to the door as he reaches out and touches the cool metal handle and turns it , the door swinging inward , before stepping inside.

‘ i see someone’s awake. ’ the smile on henry’s face when he spots the boy standing in the middle of the room is friendly in appearance only. if the boy were to look closer , he’d see the hint of strain around his lips and eyes. yes , he’s curious about this new addition but not thrilled. he thinks the boy is too old to be here , to be a test subject – maybe even a risk ; one more head for him to keep in line and one less chance at helping him. but it doesn’t matter what he thinks. ‘ unfortunately, there is no smoking in here. but i’m sure we can come up with something to help with that. ’ it's as if henry could still read minds , eyes falling to twitchy fingers ( or maybe it was from the stench of nicotine that had clung to the clothes billy had been wearing when he was brought in ). ‘ now , i’m sure you have a lot of questions. i can try to answer a few , but you might want to save them for the doctor. ’

Billy did a double-take at the assessment and for a horrible moment he was certain the sharp-eyed man had some sort of psychic superpower. Then he caught himself, embarrassed. If they had grabbed some of his stuff, maybe they’d seen cigarettes or something? Whatever. He shook off the thought, only half worried the stranger would be able to catch it.

At least he was easy enough to read. Distant, professional smile. He’s seen different versions of it plenty of times before, and this reminded him of one in particular. You smile like Susan. Friendly, but not reaching his eyes. Fine, it was a million times better than he’d expected after how he’d been brought here.

“Alright.” His thumb twitched, restlessly rubbing against his finger as if flicking at a lighter. “Yeah, I got some questions.” He watched him warily, trying to decide what to ask. Why am I here? When can I leave? If Neil gave you permission to keep me here, does that mean that this is legal? Can I have my clothes back? Where are we?

Too many questions. He couldn’t afford to aggravate this person. 

“Who are you?” And then, half-hearted and awkward: “I’m Billy.”  

It was dumb, but knowing the name of somebody in that place felt like... well, it was something, wasn’t it? 

#ohohone #{ i know you have a little life in you yet ~•~ billy }

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+ bonus

#{ you have a lot of strength left ~•~ steve headcanon } #ahhh STEVE

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Tragedy: A Curious Art Form by Anne Carson (insp)

#{ reaching out for the star that explodes ~•~ billy aesthetics }

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Billy headcanons added!

Finally got a page up about Billy. I know he's a bit of a fandom hot potato so I thought it might be a good thing to share my thoughts on him, my HCs and how I choose to play him. :)

❤

#{ this house is full of fight ~•~ billy headcanon } #{ found it in a locket ~•~ queu }

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Send “☎” for my muse to call yours in the middle of the night!

Or send “Late night call” if the symbol is broken or unable to be seen! And if you want things switched around add “+reverse!” for your muse to call my muse in the middle of the night!

Be sure to specify muse if sending to a multi!

#ooohhh send to get a late night call from billy or steve #specify if you have preference or if you're multimuse #{ twinkling in every lung ~•~ ask memes }

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Billy headcanons added!

Finally got a page up about Billy. I know he's a bit of a fandom hot potato so I thought it might be a good thing to share my thoughts on him, my HCs and how I choose to play him. :)

❤

#{ this house is full of fight ~•~ billy headcanon }

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closed starter || @bybymuse

It took three tries for him to successfully get up. His head was killing him. He looked around, swaying slightly. Of course they were gone. Bitch.

At least nothing had happened to her. At least she could take care of herself. He smiled faintly at that, wishing her pathetic little gang of nerds good luck keeping up with her. Harrington would be with them, if nothing else... pain flared in his hands, a harsh reminder of the earlier fight. Looking down at his bruised and bloodied knuckles, he remembered Steve's head lolling back and forth with every hit as his eyes grew vacant.

Nausea rose and he pushed the memory away. He's fine. There was a sickening, cold doubt in his chest, but he quelled it, distracting himself by looking around.

What the hell is this? What were they doing?

Every surface was covered with creepy drawings, forming some sort of... maze? Tunnel system? Giant squid? It sure as fuck didn't look like the work of a sane person. Uncertainty and fear settled in, as if he was standing alone in a haunted house - and as usual, the fear-tinged confusion shifted seamlessly into anger.

As soon as he had glimpsed them in the window he'd known what was going on and what to do. It had all spiraled, and yeah, maybe Max did the right thing for once by stopping him-

-but this? What the fuck was he supposed to think?

Out of nowhere he heard the front door open. Head canted to the side, he stepped into view of-

"Byers?"

#bybymuse #sorry for the length #but i hope it's okay :) #{ i know you have a little life in you yet ~•~ billy }

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Thinking ‘bout what I can offer Eddie blogs.

On the right I got a golden child, a wonderboy, a prince among princes, nay the KING OF BABYSITTERS NAY THE PATRON SAINT OF SINGLE DADS

On the left I got a raccoon trapped in a trashcan

...*quietly slips dash $10*

#{ by the heel of my bootie ~•~ ooc } #steve harrington #billy hargrove #stranger things rp #eddie munson