#nodunkiing

[v1ctimplagued]

‘ you can do this, you know. if anyone can, it’s you ’

memes. / always accepting.

The spark of pain is lightening fast as it shoots up his chest. He almost retaliates then shoving away the crutches and biting out a vicious curse 'cause why the fuck did he have to do this anyways? But he knows the answer already and she wasn't the type to pity him. Billy grounds down on his teeth as he adjusts himself and makes it forward the last few steps before he is sliding back down into the plastic hospital chair exhausted, covered in an ungodly amount of sweat, and feeling every nerve ending on his body screaming for him to stop this bullshit at once.

Physical fucking therapy. After Starcourt and how much damage he had taken it was a damn surprise he could still walk. Just the amount of damage done to his body should have killed him but it hadn't. Rather, he's stuck with a tough ass regime of workouts, pills to aid in his recovery, and every so often met with those freaks from Hawkins Lab to discuss the stuff he doesn't want to fucking talk about.

"You don't gotta be here for this," Billy grunts out - patience worn thinly as possible, blue eyes cloudy and tired. "You're not like the nurses who flinch away when I tell them to fuck off. Probably why they don't stop you from comin' in." His eyes flicker to his jacket, cigarettes' inside the pocket. He wasn't supposed to but sometimes the urge was still there.

#nodunkiing #&. answered. #&. dialogue. #( me crying thinking about her being at his physical therapy ) #( mostly bc when he is in pain he is extra mean ) #( and hes def bullying the nurses & doctors )

[hargrove]

➠ starter for @nodunkiing

·:*¨ ✘♚✘ ¨*:·.  It was a normal night for Billy. Night --- day -- morning --- he had no idea. He sat in the living room of the house on Cherry Lane. Only, it wasn't really the house on Cherry lane. The walls were covered with strange mold and vines. The windows were all boarded up, though hues of the scarlet sky outside seeped in through the cracks. The living room held an expanse of supplies that he'd been collecting over the last eight months, all organized and stacked neatly. Food, medical supplies, water, weapons, even some porn. As he cleaned out the barrel of a shotgun, he couldn't help but be amused by how normal this was now.

And that's when the shit hit the fan.

The room shook in a way that he hadn't felt since he lived in California. There were no earthquakes in Hawkins, though. After loading the shot gun, he slung it over his back and grabbed a couple of other weapons (a crowbar which slid easily into a makeshift holster at his thigh, a switchblade that he stuffed in his pocket, and an axe that he kept in his hands). Racing outside he saw the unimaginable --- which was saying something since living in the Upside Down definitely expanded his imagination.

In the distance towards the main drag of town, he could see the buildings crumbling and swaying. Needing answers, he jumped into a car that had looked abandoned in his neighbor's driveway, hot-wired it, and sped off towards the chaos. Usually driving a car would paint a target on his back, but he noticed that none of the creatures that plagued the nightmare realm seemed bothered by him. Their focus was all on the same thing his was.

The car skidded to a stop at the the edge of the disaster. The road had split down the middle, exposing a gap nearly a block wide. Grabbing his axe, he jumped out of the car and walked up to the edge of it. Rather than seeing deep into the earth, he found himself looking up at a town. Hawkins. The real Hawkins. His heart did a double skip and he looked around to see if this was really happening. Eight months of being stranded entirely alone, living day to day in full survival mode --- and here was his way out.

Crouching down, he lowered the axe down first. The reversed gravity grabbed it and pulled it to the street on the other side. With a chuckle of relief, he climbed down --- or up --- it was all very strange. Either way, he soon found himself laying on the side of the road looking up at normal clouds that obscured a very normal, starry night sky. What pulled his expression into one of shock wasn't the sky, though --- it was the brunette who leaned over him.

" --- Heather?"

#nodunkiing #v ✘ let loose from the noose : main

[godstrayed]

continued. / @nodunkiing

There was nothing here for them. Truer words couldn't be said but there was something unsettling about it to Billy. What would he have done if he found anything left behind? He had to talk himself out of a very likely arson charge 'cause he would have felt considerably better if the entire building was burned down. He had come searching for anything, any clues, any fucking hints he hadn't caught onto when he had been flayed.

He was empty-handed, reduced to a shrinking coward, and set on fire with his anxieties. He had remembered more clearly the smallest details. Mostly he remembered the feeling of the Mind Flayer and assorted screaming. Her screaming. Billy shutters, unable to shake the feeling this place gave him.

Billy dusts himself off, heading toward the exit, pushing open the creaky wooden door and pulling out the pack of crumpled cigarettes from his pocket immediately. He brings one to his mouth and lights it from a lighter produced from the same pocket, turning waiting for her. His heart was unsteady and his nerves felt like they were ablaze. It was a stupid fucking idea. He wasn't even sure what he thought he might find, what he would do if he found anything, or what made him think trekking back in that hellhole would bring any closure. "None of that explains why you would follow me in there. What if I— What if I wasn't right?" His eyes flicker to the crowbar already getting his answer spelled out for him. He scoffs, puffing the cigarette deeply.

#nodunkiing #&. billy hargrove | dialogue.

[deathb1ooms]

" I'M NOT BLAMING YOU. I just want to know what happened @nodunkiing "

#nodunkiing #r e s p o n s e ↳ none but the unhappy ever hear such praise. #v e r s e ↳ time to pick your genre.

[fierceathlete]

"Debates are stupid because why would I want to sit down and argue with someone blatantly dumber than me."

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"Maybe because it's funny to watch an idiot sputter and try to make their nonsensical takes seem logical?"

Meg found it hilarious. Sometimes she would start random arguments and start tossing out information that she knew was false. Perhaps the issue was that the ginger found arguments entertaining. Sometimes she would watch other people argue just to see who'd win.

"Sometimes you just need to put an idiot in their place," she added, "There are some people that are too dumb to realize just how much they're lacking."

Call her a bitch, she was very aware of it. There just weren't a lot of people in Hawkins that she could say she respected. Especially when it related to her fellow classmates.

#stranger things : bad decisions make good stories #queue : lusted by many but loved by none #nodunkiing

[buuckley]

“ I don't recognize myself. ”

　"Is it so bad to not know yourself?" The question is more rhetoric than anything because it's already opened up a really big can of worms with Robin. Perhaps it was the not knowing that brought up the fear, the uncertainty, the anxieties that were so easy to get hung up on. She, of all people, could relate. It was like wading through deep waters uncertain of what lay beneath or what might happen when you broke the surface.

But there were little mercies too. Growth, adversities, a rock's sharp edge smoothing over time from the pressure of the currents. People changed too if they gave themselves room for it. They couldn't always be the same person they once were. That seemed almost like they would be suspending themselves, hopelessly stuck on a serrated corner in their own mind, and unable to expand how they might need to. "You could always re-recognize this new you. I think that's okay too."

#nodunkiing #&. dialogue. #&. answered.

[havvkinsqueen]

---☁︎｡⋆｡ "Of course, I remember! I remember everything you told me." @nodunkiing

#everybody live for the music go round */ STARTER #i sit here alone and i wonder why */ CONVO #nodunkiing */ #heather holloway */ MYSTERY #verse tbd

[delugenal]

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘

i'm interpreting that "calm down" as a nice way of saying "ambitious bitch who needs to learn how to check himself 'cause he keeps wrecking himself"

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃: @seidanguard ( thank you for the tag! this was uncanny ) 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆: @commandsir + @huttslew + @graysistance + @greenscrunchy / @coeursainte + @yunharlaquin / @thebabysittertm + @nodunkiing + @sparkflight / @acharnemcnt / @debelltio / @cheerlaedere / @parainvestigate / @paramounticebound / @vuulpecula / @jaigalorad / @pietys / @punishmentsdue / @cyberneticbloodgoddess ( for siris and skarlet ) / @kitsuan / @kojiscorner ( for elias, kyla, & rain's favorite existential crisis, aaron )

#why the hell is this so accurate??? #down to the element-- #i'm dragging a bunch of you into this #'cause i need to know if this thing is perpetually trippy #beach slap / 𝐨𝐨𝐜. — dash game

[starsinshadows]

Hey all, hope everyone's weekend has been fantastic! I've been a very busy little menace and I figured it was time for an update on what exactly it is I've been doing!

To start with, I have to come clean on something that people have probably already figured out - my muse has been low in a lot of areas and the ones I'm interested in have been more niche than I'd like. It's been a bit frustrating that I love the characters I have on this multi, but I can count on one hand how many I actually feel up to writing right now, so I've opted to pull a few characters off of the multi onto solo blogs to put more of a spotlight on them!

What this means: This blog may regrettably be quieter, but I will be sliding in here still to write characters as the muse strikes. Right now, the highest inspiration is in my horror muses, so if you'd like Mark Kincaid, Jim Hopper or Jonathan Byers, please let me know! This can change at any time and I have both drafts and asks to start sliding out as the mood strikes! Don't hesitate to bug me if you're interested in something - hype is contagious!

What this doesn't mean: I'm abandoning this blog, so long, bye! I'm not, I swear! I love this thing way too much to give it up, it's my brand!

I'll still be checking in here alongside all of my solo blogs regularly, just like I have been, but if you'd like some action from some of them, here's where you can find me:

@thebabysittertm : Steve Harrington (Stranger Things)

@nodunkiing : Heather Holloway (Stranger Things)

@drumatic : Gareth Emerson (Stranger Things)

@sparkflight : Poe Dameron (Star Wars)

@kaneinvestigations : Jamie Kane (original character)

#⭐//transmission// ooc

[thebabysittertm]

Hey y'all! It's been a bit since I dropped in with a super casual ooc update and oh man, things have been busy - in case you didn't notice based on how quiet I've been here. November's been a lot of irl social requirements, plus holiday prep for this month (I've been knitting so much and I'm only almost half done, RIP me), but I'm here and alive. I have Flight of Icarus burning a hole in my tote as it's sitting there, barely touched, but I'll be back on @drumatic once I can get through the book and figure out what I'm doing with the new delicious info. Heather at @nodunkiing and Steve here are still my top priorities right now, so come chat at me if you wanna plot with either of them or just get something started!

I'm gonna be queuing up some holiday ask meme lists to go out today so feel free to send stuff in and we'll see if we can get this thing jumpstared! If I owe current things, I'm super sorry and I'll be getting to them as soon as I can get the brainpower together, but don't let that stop you or make you think I'm not interested! Wire and discord are available for plotting and quick ic stuff to mutuals!

#transmission ✇ out of character

[v1ctimplagued]

“When was the last time you drank blood?”

CHILDREN   OF   THE   NIGHT MEMES ( Prompts For Vampire Billy )

　WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME?  Billy couldn't remember. Although he tried to suffice on animals and huntin' it wasn't the same as humans and didn't sustain him in the same way. However, control was a problem if he didn't have absolute concentration. He could get swept up in it if he allowed himself and knew if he slipped he wouldn't be able to fuckin' forgive himself for harming someone or worse, damning them to the same existence as himself as he had with her.

His blue eyes were still bright but cloudy, eerily not-human in the way they sparked electric. "What's it to you?" He immediately regrets the words 'cause it sounds so assholey even to himself when he knows she is his friend and won't put up with his shit, won't let him burn that bridge 'cause he's thinkin' too hard about everything, always. "I'm fine, Heather. Don't need you to mother hen me." He was digging his own damn grave as he plucks absent-mindedly at his frayed jeans. "Ain't gonna attack anyone if that's what you're concerned about."

#nodunkiing #&. dialogue. #&. answered. #&. connection — billy & heather ╱ if i run into the fire will it burn me?if i throw it to desire can it hurt me? #( beat his ass heather !! ) #&. verses — billy ╱ there is nothing to be sad about. i've never been alive.

[knowseverythingaboutyou]

How Color-Coded Are You?

BLUE CODED

blue, a study in wisdom, belief, and knowing when enough is enough. you know yourself best, but you know the way the world works even more. you've been wandering in this world a little too long, and maybe that's the problem. you're a wanderer, a vagabond, an oracle, and a prophet all the same. who are you when the curtain call drops the last encore on you? do you dance behind the scenes for a job well done or are you already planning your next show? take a breather, for a moment. enjoy what you've done, enjoy what you have, enjoy the world that you've been wandering for so long. this world is so much better when you realize that some of it is worth living for. tagged by: @nodunkiing tagging: you!

#[headcanon] #[not bad not bad] #queue a message

[godstrayed]

' i won't let you all stay buried here like this. ' [heather to billy]

↪    memes / always accepting.

It's embarrassing to be caught like this. He knew that coming back to the steel mill would bring back bad memories. Billy just hadn't foreseen how bad he would feel when the memories resurfaced. Being trapped in the stupid fucking payphone, dialing god knows what number for help, and eventually dragged into the abandoned building. He didn't like dark spaces anymore—hated the thought of the cold, wet, and dark emptiness that had come with being possessed. The stupid fucking ash that floated in the air that hadn't made sense because it wasn't snow.

He should have known it was going to pause him to panic, reliving those moments he had been convinced he was doing to die, only to find out there were things worse than death. His stomach emptied in the corner of the decrepit building with his burning chest heaving hard and heavy. He wipes his mouth on the back of his hand, mind soured and bitter, acidic like the bile in his fucking throat. "Did you follow me here?" He demands 'cause she had to be out of her fucking mind. Why would she come here of all places? "Just go, alright? It's fine." It wasn't fine and he wasn't sure it would never be fine again. Fingers trembling as they clutch tighter to the flashlight and wave it in the opposite direction, "Nothings here. I don't need a sidekick. Especially not you." / @nodunkiing

#starsinshadows #&. billy hargrove | dialogue. #&. answered. #&. queued up. #nodunkiing

[atrickything]

How Color-Coded Are You?

YELLOW CODED

yellow, a study in wildfires, honeycombs, and summer rain. everyone sees you smiling and laughing, happy in all the ways but the way that you know is true to you. everyone believes that nothing bad could happen to you, that you live life so freely that you'd never miss a beat, even if something bad DID happen to happen around or to you. but you're as miserable as the rest of them. you might be warm and gentle, when you need to be, but at the end of the day, you have long since accepted that fire is like you: best to be admired but never touched. tagged by: @nodunkiing tagging: you!

#robin buckley // headcanon #q

[fierceathlete]

"I'm a nice person but I'm about to start throwing rocks at people."

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If someone asked Meg how she'd ended up being friends with Heather, she wouldn't have an answer. She couldn't even remember when they'd started talking regularly. It'd just sort of happened. Which was fine, most friendships started like that. The ginger just found it funny that she couldn't pinpoint exactly when she'd started to like brunette.

They'd probably been shit-talking someone together. That was how most of her friendships started. Mutual hatred of someone else was always a strong way to bond.

"I think we have very different ideas of what the word nice means. I certainly wouldn't say that either of us are very nice." As she said that, the ginger scooped a few rocks up from the gravel parking lot and held them out to Heather. "Wanna see who can hit a further target?"

It was a jest. Mostly. If Heather actually decided to start throwing rocks at people, Meg would gladly join in. There were a few people that she wouldn't mind beaning with a rock. Besides, who would accuse two girls of throwing around rocks without any proof? They could always just hop in the car and speed off if they had to.

#stranger things : bad decisions make good stories #nodunkiing

[nodunkiing]

Welcome to nodunkiing, an independent, canon divergent and heavily headcanon-based rp blog for Heather Holloway of Stranger Things. I'm Stark, 30+, not picky at all about pronoun usage, but generally she/her. I work full-time and have other hobbies stealing my time, so I can sometimes be here constantly and other times get really quiet, but I'm always available on discord, which can be requested by mutuals.

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