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the-lark-ascending69 · 2 days

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Any headcanons for the "Vickie instead of Eddie" AU?

Thank you sm for asking im so excited abt this au

In one hand I feel like I'm just genderswapping Eddie, or replacing him with an OC, because we know so little about Vickie that I'd be mostly making things up, so in order to avoid that I want to take a moment to properly analyze what we have on Vickie so far:

She's in band.

She volunteers to make food for the homeless

She feels selfish for complaining about her boyfriend with everything going on

She rambles when nervous, apparently, just like Robin.

She likes Fast Times and left her boyfriend over it, because he said it had no plot (possibly indicates a deeper understanding of movies)

It's little but I think it'll do. What I want to focus on is her kindness and selflessness, which already sets her apart from Eddie. Not that I think Eddie is particularly selfish, but "kind" isn't the first word to come to mind when you want to describe him.

However, in order for the AU to work, we need to translate some Eddie Traits, or Eddie Situations, onto Vickie, those being:

A reason for her to be accused of Chrissy's murder.

A reason for her not to go to the police.

A reason for the town to fear her.

Living in the trailing park, near Max's trailer.

Some loose connection to the Hawkins Crew to explain why they even care to dig deeper into the case.

The obvious connection to draw there would be Robin's crush - she notices when Vickie doesn't show up at school the next day, she talks to Steve about it, Steve dismisses it as her skipping school, etc. One interesting thing to work with is Robin's tendency to both project on other people and idealize them, which is very present in her book and podcast. She thinks she can just "observe" people and make a perfect image of them in her head, often based on her own biases, despite reality being different. She did this when she was 15, so idk of she'd still do it at 18, but I do think she idealizes Vickie a little, even in the show - she calls her the girl of her dreams without knowing her, for fuck's sake.

So now she's making up explanations as to why Vickie couldn't possibly have killed Chrissy when Max shows up and tells them she saw her running away from the crime scene. Everyone is confused as to why Robin keeps defending her despite not knowing a thing about her. She later asks Steve if she was too obvious ("Maybe a little obvious," he says "but they probably still think we're secretly dating or whatever, so you're good for now").

Now, a reason for Vickie to be accused of Chrissy's murder... I have a few ideas:

A) They were friends, and she was with her when she died (only explanation as to why she wouldn't tell the police is that she killed her).

B) She was a drug dealer, much like Eddie, and Chrissy went to her (most interesting scenario in my opinion. The juxtaposition of "cute petite girl" and "drug dealer" is very sweet to me, and it would really defy Robin's expectations).

C) She was a rumored queer, and the persecution has a strong homophobic edge to it. They only think she killed her because she's a lesbian (which is pretty much the same as a man in their eyes), and she didn't go to the police because she knew they'd think she did it.

I like B and C, I'm going with those.

So, Robin insists this couldn't possibly be, and Dustin is like "dude, she ran from the police. From the police, man" ("to be fair, I think Nancy did that like a fifty times", Steve says), and Max will say something like "actually, there is something", [insert peculiar observation + plausible alternate expalantion as to what that might mean and how it could make Vickie innocent]. More focused on figuring out whether or not this is Upside Down related or not, the Hawkins crew begin looking for Vickie, find her at Reefer Rick's etc. She doesn't react violently like Eddie did - she's small and meek and curled into a corner, crying softly. Robin finds her, and talks to her. Things unravel from there.

Idk how different the story would be. Vickie wouldn't die, for starters, because part of the point in doing this is creating a complex love interest for Robin. Another thing to take into account would be Vickie not being confirmed queer until the very end. Keep Robin on her toes. She has no idea whether or not they're just ugly rumors, and honestly she just feels worse throwing herself at her with the entire town calling her a murderous dyke, stalking poor teenage girls.

Her personality is entirely different from Eddie's too. While Eddie is loud, selfish, cowardly and likes to be an asshole to kids, Vickie is kind and sweet and treats kids very well. She becomes friends with Max and Lucas and always checks on them. Being in band, she's been to all of Lucas' games, so she's seen his progress, she knows he's great. And being neighbors with Max means she's knocked on her door with a cacerole in her hands whenever Max's mom wasn't there for the night - she figured Max might be hungry. They don't know how to feel about the drugs thing, but they like her.

I think it would be nice to make her... not as similar to Robin in personality. I wouldn't make her as talkative or rambly, rather, I'd make her introspective and introverted. Soft-spoken. Also, with a lot of trauma. Something something mom also sold drugs, got arrested, now she keeps doing this to survive because she has no other way to make money + she probably has debts, etc. Give her a more melancholic edge. I think that would be quite fitting.

She and Robin develop a friendship through the season, getting together somewhere in S5.

#rovickie #robin buckley #vickie stranger things #my posts #vickie - eddie roleswap AU #im sorry for the eddie slander i promise i dont hate him i just like him more when hes an asshole 😭😭

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vexic929 · 4 months

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ooooh okay now I need to tell you more about Eris and Nyx :D

Eris: an Amazonian warrior, several thousand years old. Because the Amazons are traditionally female, you could say they're afab, but they'd have no idea what that meant if you said it. Plus, technically they were sculpted from clay, so both the "female" and "birth" part are a little up-for-grabs there. He's somewhat ethnically ambiguous in that millennia-old way - i.e. they appear vaguely Middle Eastern or North African, since those were cradles of civilization before populations spread. He's built of about average height, and has a well-sculpted fighter's build (mostly lean muscle, a bit more in the shoulders and thighs, and androgynous like a Greek statue). I might make a picrew to capture the vision sometime? idk

She's a fierce warrior who fights with a spear or javelin (a fact that endears him to Harley later on, of course), though is well-rounded and adaptable when it comes to weapons. And they've got one more trick up their sleeve... he can turn into a lion(ess) when needed, though she rarely uses this power as it's draining and draws a lot of attention

After leaving Themyscira, they tend to follow whatever world conflict they want to fight in. This doesn't always place him on the "right" side, but she's usually not on the "wrong" side either. She meets Rick flag while he's in the military, and he saves them from a bomb threat (since Eris isn't quite adjusted to modern military techniques). They continue to look out for each other, until Rick is eventually transferred to his job working the Suicide Squad. Eris follows, finding it more interesting than simply following war now that war has become so widespread and technological, and often jumps in during the missions since he's a bit hardier than the non-metahumans in the mix. They and Rick are essentially inseparable - not quite romantically, it's all a bit nebulous, but they're partners in every other sense.

And then the events of The Suicide Squad (2021) roll around... that'll be interesting >:)

I'll send Nyx in a different ask since this got longer than expected

yessssssssss I love them, he sounds SO cool! I love that she can turn into a lion(ess) that's sick!! I already ship them with Rick lol

can't wait to read about Nyx too!!! <3333

#practically-an-x-man #practically an x man #vexic answers #vexic lives #pax ocs

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vicioussvalentine · 2 years

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about Pocket Mortys! I recently caught a Prince Morty and found out he can evolve to a Queen, and she’s been a goal ever since !!! only problem is; there’s hardly any in the wild <:(

so until then, she’s gonna be in my dreams </3

#morty smith #rick and morty #pocket mortys #morticia smith #Queen Morty #valentine draws #she’s less a Morty and more a sona?? if that makes sense lmao #idk I just love the idea of a ball-busting Morty that does w/e she wants to do #like ‘yh I’ll fight for you but if u fuck with any of my subjects (other Mortys) I’ll kill you no problem’#adore her <3 might write fic of her later ❤️

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lesceriises · 4 years

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—— ELISEU

CHARACTER AVAILABLE?: YES PINTEREST AVAILABLE?: YES FULL BIO AVAILABLE: YES but it’s pretty much all of it here but his full bio is available per request because i don’t think anyone cares about his married life in an indie blog lmao

IDENTITY

FULL NAME: eliseu augusto alvarez

AGE: verse dependent

GENDER IDENTITY: male, him/he

SEXUAL IDENTITY: bisexual

HEAVENLY VIRTUE: diligence

DEADLY SIN: gluttony

IDENTIFYING TRAITS:

optimist, relentless, obsessive, good with numbers, abrasive, argumentative, workaholic, thinker, excellent brainstormer, charismatic, manipulative, reliable, enjoys creating order but can be very disorganized when it comes to his own space, superficially sociable, has difficulty expressing his emotion, covers up his true feelings either by working hard or with jokes and laughter, needs to sleep more, resilient, generous, disciplined, likes routine, confident but the inferiority complex strikes when he's around extremely successful people from wealthy backgrounds, chronically incapable of backing down from a challenge where he gets to either prove himself or prove that he’s right,

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES:

a couple scars from his youth, wears glasses to read

HABITS:

reads every day before going to bed, drinks copious amounts of black tea and coffee, always carries at least two pens with him

HOBBIES:

avid reader, likes to draw in his spare time, plays the piano (not perfectly though), playing any kind of sport with his mates or kids, enjoys cooking when he has the patience/time

PET PEEVES:

people touching his work papers, people touching his desk in general, when people can't keep up with his train if thought, elitists

SELF-ESTEEM: 5 externally 4 internally

OCCUPATION: verse dependent

OTHER DEVELOPED VERSES: asoiaf, harry potter, historical

APPEARANCE

HEIGHT: ‎5 feet 9 inches (1.75 m)

HAIR & EYE COLOR: brown & brown

SENSE OF STYLE: decent albeit he's not a naturally fashionable person. his style - particularly as an adult - comes from copying those around him.

FACE CLAIM: tommy martinez, raul esparza, probably others idk

RELATIONSHIPS

PARENTS:

lucrecia alvarez anselmo alvarez

SIBLINGS:

timoteo (brother) marisa (sister, deceased) lizzie (half-sister)

OTHER NOTABLE FAMILY:

alice pattison (foster mother, deceased) alex pattison (foster brother, deceased)

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: verse dependent: single, engaged, married, divorced, widower.

CHILDREN: extremely verse dependent. for the sake of practicality usually none. there’s a verse where he had a daughter when he was 19-22. in the verse where he’s married he has 12 which sounds absolutely insane but here’s the explanation: two are adopted (he took them in after his foster brother died), three are fostered, two died very young, and one died at 20.

BASIC BIO

in february 1962 lucrecia and anselmo alvarez find out they are expecting their first child.

in may they decide to leave the only home they’ve ever known for what they know might be for good.

the imprisonment and death of relatives and friends and three years later, the couple and their two small children finally make their way across the ocean to settle in whitby. his father becomes a fisherman and his mother (later on) a cleaner.

eliseu is three years old when he sets foot in england. he doesn’t remember much of home and the things he does remember aren’t very happy ones - disorder, the sound of gunfire, crying. timoteo is five and it takes eliseu longer than he likes to admit that his older brother might remember a whole lot more than he does, and worse, that it might actually have a negative effect on him. eliseu's vague memories tell him two things and two things alone: his parents got lucky and he’ll never rely on luck, and that he’s exactly where he’s supposed to be.

- - -

his father leaves twice. once shortly after they arrive, and the second when eliseu is seven with a woman. both times, he ended up returning within a year.

his mother leaves when he’s twelve, she never returns. she drops him and his siblings off at the pattison’s and eliseu and timoteo quickly run outside into the street with the neighbour’s children. they play by the harbor, and return at dusk ready to get their ears chewed off (almost proudly so), but instead they’re greeted by an unsettling quietness.

his father finds someone else quick enough - someone to ”watch the boys”, but when his father dies in a fishing accident two years later his step-mother leaves as well. the neighbour’s couple, who have watched them grow since they were children, decides to take them in. it was an easy choice to make really, the boys are always around and close with their own son anyway.

timoteo handles their mother’s abandonment and father’s death with understandable acts of anger and rebellion.

but he was never good at handling pain anyway.

eliseu, always more positive and worse at expressing his deep personal feelings, sees it as just another kind of callus - a psychological one - something that helps built resistance and muffle blows.

he tells himself the only way is forward.

(he doesn’t mourn his father, he doesn’t weep when his mother leaves, but he does grieve when alice pattison succumbs to pneumonia - she always felt more of a mother to him than his own.)

- - -

bruised knuckles and busted lips aren’t foreign to eliseu.

the first time he gets into a fist fight he’s 9 years old, in the middle of the street, running up to the boy pushing his brother, body launched forward like a bullet.

he did it partly to defend his kin, partly to assert himself.

that’s the thing about being dirt poor in a shit neighborhood; if you don’t stick together and stand up for yourself, you’re as good as dead, and eliseu... well, eliseu has always been the kind of boy that would rather be taken unconscious to the closest hospital than to let his fists down.

- - -

he's thankful for his foster family. he feels weird calling them that even if that's what they are, they feel more like family, just family, and he's thankful for them, but even if they hadn't taken him (and his siblings, of course, although his foster brother sometimes feels more like his biological one than his own) in, eliseu would have found a way to make it. any way. his grades are spectacular, above average, and he knows very well how to play his story in his favour. he can never bring himself to make it sound like he's a victim, no, there's no room for pity. he's a smart kid, who's fighting tooth and nail to be more than his background, to be more than the chances he's given.

it's half god's honest true, half good marketing.

the kick of it is doesn't even recognize that what he's doing is marketing, it's all coming straight from the heart.

and it gets him into one of the best school's in the world.

- - -

oxford is a new world. he finds it all both pathetic and oddly inviting. the truth is, he likes to be part of the elite, but he likes it on his own terms, having come from where he did. it gives him a sense of superiority, like he deserves to be there more than most of his peers. even with a shit background and no trust fund he’s accomplished more than they have - he knows it, they know it, and if they don’t they’ll eventually find out. eliseu has no intention of hiding.

he’s not worried about keeping up with the course work. perhaps he should be, but his self-confidence doesn’t let him. he’s come this far, he knows his worth.

- - -

they shake hands at the end and he can feel the other squeeze his hand in a way that nearly makes a laugh fall from his lips as pride swells in his chest. eliseu could say he didn’t mean to humiliate the boy in their mock debate, but that’d only be partially true. a very small partially. like, 10% partially.

somehow he knows, not that deep down, that this moment will at some point come back to bite him in the ass.

and rich boys don’t like to wait around.

two days later, they’re forced out of the pub for causing a row, but the argument doesn’t cease. there’s four of them and one of him (well, technically two, but he would never ask his foster brother, who is just visiting, to step in).

it’s not the three pints he had earlier that make him feel relaxed about his current situation, it’s that he’s looking at skinny boys that probably came here straight from eton or jumped straight out of a burberry back-to-school ad, and he’s gone face to face with tobacco chewing scoundrels who worked in the docks on the weekends to make extra cash.

one of them comes a little too close but eliseu doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t even budge or look bothered. before he can suggest them doing this another evening because he has class early in the morning, his face is violently pushed to the left. the punch wasn’t too painful - it hit him close to the eye and those never are - but it was jarring just the same, and eliseu needs to learn against the closest brick wall for a moment.

then a smirk spreads across his lips, it’s not cocky but involuntary, as a memory comes to him. the taste of blood lingers in his mouth like an old friend saying hello, welcome home.

he lurches forward.

rich people think they can get away with anything, but this is a battle that I-drink-dom-pérignon-at-breakfast twat didn’t win. correction, his daddy couldn’t win it for him.

eliseu is almost expelled but professors vouch for him. the other boy did throw some punches too, after all.

he gets lucky.

(and he hates it - he hates that he has relied on luck, he hates to be hated but there's something about being hated by posh people, even the ones he wants to impress, that makes him thrive off of it.)

- - -

he doesn't see it as betrayal.

it should have been xavier's son to become his protegé, that's the way things ought to go, but he's taken a liking to eliseu, the head-strong friend (a little more than a friend at times, perhaps) of his son that often spends time at their grand house.

rick has never been like the rest of them. eliseu doesn't know exactly what happened in his past (something about his mother, he told him once without going into detail) but he knows it has made him despise the world he grew up in. he doesn't think rick took a liking to him because it would piss off his family, he's not that kind of person, but if it had it had the opposite effect.

he doesn't see it as betrayal, but rick still goes on a bender, crashing his porshe against a bakery at 3am not a minute after he started the car. eliseu stands back across the street but he can still hear him say "you're worse than the lot of them." while lighting a cigarette as he forced the door of the car open with his feet, a bloody cut on his forehead.

it only makes xavier like his son less and eliseu more.

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