#misfit crew

[razzberry-pi]

all i want in life is for binx and andhera to get together and rebuild the court of craft and invite hob and rue to join them

[muffin-gods]

Happy Friday the 13th or whatever :)

I wanted to post this earlier in the day but I couldn't cuz I was depressed this morning /hj. Anyway, behold my Oc Sue. She's cursed. Friday the 13th is related to her story but you wouldn't know that cuz I barely post shit about my 150 Oc lol. Also she's an OC that once I start posting about her more she'll need a trigger warning cuz her nickname is Sue Suicide :|

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Your new OCs. I am reaching out and making grabby hands rn I need NAMES

hello love :) their names are Valrynn and Lumarin but I have yet to find a last name 😔

they're a system of two drow that got reincarnated into the same body and they are a barbarian because the party needed a tank

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If Immor had a theme song, what would it be?

!! thank you for the ask!! yk there are a lot of strong contenders in his playlist so I'm gonna list them all out and the pros and cons of each before I decide, for Funzies

1. Rocket Man (I Think It's Going To Be A Long, Long Time), by Elton John:

First of all, it's Elton John, and he is a middle-aged father. In my experience, middle-aged fathers love Elton John. It's a requirement for the job. Immor would love Elton John so this is points in favor for this song. But this one I think is so well fitting because of the metaphor of being on Mars, away from your family, just kind of fits very well for him particularly in the context of our dnd campaign, and the whole song just feels a little tired, a little ready to just go home, and it reminds me of how this man has been through so much and wants to live a quiet life at this point but God Won't Let Him Rest. and the whole "I'm not the man they think I am at home" where he's largely regarded as a hero for actions he took that not only directly led to the most traumatic experience of his life but that he took largely for reasons he regrets, where I think he'd accept the title of hero if he'd taken those actions for the right reasons but at the time he wasn't thinking about saving lives as much as. other things. which I won't type out (and honestly I'm being vague in general here) both bc that would need a trigger warning and because it's a backstory spoiler and I know you specifically would rather learn that naturally over the course of the campaign. but yeah.

2. The Run and Go, by Twenty One Pilots

Now while Twenty One Pilots is generally not really the style of music I think Immor would enjoy, unfortunately for him, it's the music I enjoy, so I was going to find at least one song fitting for him out of their entire discography that I listen to too much. This one's really fitting because I think it outlines super well Immor's need to absolutely not burden anyone with his problems, yet the acknowledgment that he can't carry it all alone with the chorus. and then the fact that this one is written in a 2/2 march time signature also really helps. I think marches and waltzes fit Immor really well from a music theory perspective, with the first being stately and organized in nature and the second lending itself well to slow, classy pieces.

3. Ship in a Bottle, by fin

This one I think is really fitting because once again it kind of addresses the walls Immor puts up and the way his own independence backfires on him pretty strongly at times. Something else about the theme of the threat of drowning alone at sea really fits this too, since that's absolutely one of Immor's greater fears, where both the metaphorical and literal interpretations of the song address his fears and, honestly, a response to trauma. But then also this one really is good bc the opening to the song is sort of about rebuilding yourself and putting on a neatly-presented facade for the people around you, and Immor has worked very hard to not only change fundamentally the person he used to be before the traumatic experiences of war, but also had worked to hide what he cannot or has not been able to change, such as his physical scars or his ptsd. And then denial absolutely factors into that as well, where he not only refuses to seek help but refuses to even admit he needs it or admit how his trauma has affected him which is also reflected in the song. unfortunately this one also suffers from Immor wouldn't like the music syndrome though, so that's a point against it

4. This Is Gospel, Panic! At The Disco

now while Twenty One Pilots was an ill-fitting musical style, P!ATD is even worse, but! but. the lyrics make up for it. first of all the lyrics have a slightly anti-theist vibe to them which I think is fitting for Immor, given that he's an atheist at this point less because he has little proof that the gods exist but moreso because he doesn't believe they deserve worship. then, once again we have the theme of being "afraid of falling apart," which I don't think I have to explain again, you get it at this point. unlike ship in a bottle, this song has a little bit more of a determined fighting spirit to it I think, because while ship in a bottle feels determined it's more like breaking-point, barely keeping it together determined. Immor's good at keeping it together. he's well-practiced at it. I think this is gospel does a good job of keeping the same themes while being a bit more in-character for Immor's day to day temperament. plus one of the lyrics is "[this is gospel for] insufferable bastards and the man do be a bastard that is sometimes even insufferable

5. Work Song, Hozier

Hozier, like Elton John, I think would fit Immor's tastes very well, especially this one with the particularly slow pace and steady, heavy beat. I like that this one's still got a determined vibe to it with the whole "no grave can hold my body down" but also has themes of love in it because God his family is so important to him. "I'll crawl home to her" I am going feral. I am weeping. he wants to just be home and live a domestic life with his wife and children so badly. This song even alludes to Regaya's backstory with "nothing in her room but an empty crib" and I love that in the song Hozier sings about his baby finding him during a dark time in his life because that's absolutely what happened to Immor.

and now that I've written all that out in a manner probably incomprehensible to most I am even more torn about which song would be his "theme" song. it's really hard to capture a character's entire personality in a single song I didn't write myself, yk? I think if normal poems were included here it would be easier to answer, just because of the poem "Invictus" by William Ernest Henley that fits Immor so well I literally put it at the top of his backstory. because I am extra, here it is:

Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be

For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance

I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeonings of chance

My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears

Looms but the Horror of the shade,

And yet the menace of the years

Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,

How charged with punishments the scroll,

I am the master of my fate,

I am the captain of my soul.

God that poem goes so hard and is so good for Immor. but I don't think I can pick a single song for him. none of the music he would like encapsulates his character quite as fully as I'd like and the songs that capture that pretty well lyrically or thematically are songs he wouldn't like. still I hope this was a satisfactory answer and I had a hell of a lot of fun answering this question. reminds me of AP Lit, practicing my poetry analysis skills and comparing literary themes. the good old days

[sylvansleuth]

🎲✌️Two Crew✌️🎲

[whoopseydaisy]

a name you swallow vs. a name that feels like you have a mouth full of peanut butter FIGHT!

[swaggerscat]

throwback to when Australia was having small earthquakes and chad posted this loool.

[shadowtoons]

Fawk made a new dnd character by accident

[synark25]

hi

in order; Comedy, Doc, Henry, Dr. Cotard, Ricky, Guide, Marksman, whatever this guy's name is, Confetti, & Tragedy

gonna draw icons for my non-employee OCs now

[enderlaithdraws]

Crumb, Ranboo, Wilbur, and Charlie in the zombie apocalypses pt.1 w.i.p.

And a look into the creative process :D I'm giving this concept the title of "Zombie Apocalypse with The Crew"

Ranboo has a pistol (you can kinda see it on his right side) but his weapon of choice is a metal bat and a bowie knife. He calls it "The WACK N STAB"

I'm very proud of my nails into the crumbverses. Also I'm thinking about maybe the crew has a 5th member who is a doll or something of the sort. Just so they can joke around and keep high moral.

You can see that he is wearing no armor but some cloth and duct tape arm guards and goggles. In my mind the apocalypse happened before there was ample time to react. Meaning that the gear they have is mostly fast makeshift items from common objects. Any extra things like the guns each person has or extra apparel is from looting.

Also... Jorts <3

I'd say that at some point Charlie got lost and when he started following any human voice he could hear, he ended up right behind Ranboo. Who, instinctively stabbed what they thought was a zombie. mans took an L and a flesh wound.

The batchette is an idea from Instructables on Pinterest. I saw it while getting inspo and I could hear Charlie half screaming "Oh. my. gorshes... guys this power drill has given me a gift from God! BEHOLD... THE BATCHETTE!!!" Original image linked to this picture if you wanna get a better idea of what it looks like.

Wilbur! I feel the need to change face shape a bit to better represent him. Basically everything on him has a story. What he was wearing at the initial invasion and start of the apocalypse was a white button up shirt and black pants. He was on his way to meet with a tour manager in a café but chaos is unleashed before he can. Later on traded out some looted boots for his dress shoes. And looted the harness which he uses to hold items against his body and keep them from noisily bouncing around in a bag or pocket. At some point he gets stuck in a house in the country side that has been nearly untouched. But he knows it's only a matter of time before he is found by his predators. He has no way of communicating to the group and needs to fend for himself as long as it takes to reconnect. Which could be months. For that reason he finds an undershirt so he can unbutton his dress shirt and have more mobility. He takes down a large curtain and uses it to wrap around his legs as armor. (Think about it, its hard to bite or stab through a thick curtain.) And just cuts his pants so that it doesn't encumber him. (He doesn't take them off because the curtains are only covering his legs. Plus pockets are good for survival)

Once he's done with the curtain he finds some metal roller skate knee pads to help hold them in place and realizes that the curtain rod would make a decent weapon. Continuously looting the house he finds four kitchen knifes and some ninja stars in a bedroom (likely belonging to the family edgy teen) then attaches them using a hand held blow torch from the garage.

When the night comes he is barricaded in a top bedroom and there are zombies pounding on the door. It is a moonless, pitch black night and the little bit of light points out the glimmer of a golden cross necklace atop a bedside table. While he is no man of God. He can use all the help he can get. And continues to wear it even when he is safe. Not in a religious way, but in an idea that there is a greater good out there. And the world will be reborn again... someday.

rando in the back: *sniffs and wipes a singular tear from his eye* tHat is sO beUtIfUL..

So yeah that's it for now. I hope you enjoyed this sneak peak and if you have any ideas or wanna join in lemme know! While I am doing this for fun I would love it others could enjoy it too. So if you like it or think your friends/viewers would, then please Reblog. :D but what ever you do, have a good day!

BACK TO DRAWING AAAAAAAAAAAAA

[found-family-tournament]

Found Family Tournament Round 1 Part 24 Group 119

Propaganda and further pictures under the cut

Mantis Crew: Cal Kestis, Nightsister Merrin, Cere Junda, Greez Dritus, BD-1

Goat House: Evan Kelmp, K Tanaka, Whitney Jammer, Sam Black

Submissions are still open!

Mantis Crew:

They are all survivors, they're all running from something or have lost something. They have their differences and their rough patches but they would follow each other to the ends of the universe if it came to it. They love each other so deeply! Even in ways they don't realise, they know each other better than anyone else. No matter how far apart they are, they're never far from each other in their hearts. I'm going to cry I have to stop typing now.

Goat House:

They’re just my little guys I love them so so much :((( sweetest guys ever

[haledamage]

revisiting Kade for the first time in a long time and realized just how young her crew is. Kade and Mako are both 19 when they meet. Torian is 18. Blizz is... Blizz. Skadge is irrelevant because fuck that guy

I wonder if Gault, 54 years old on a ship full of teenagers/young adults/a jawa, ever looked up over his morning caf and thought "Oh fuck, am I a dad?"

[muffin-gods]

Me realizing I had this in my drafts for about a week and completely forgot to post it. Woops. Anyways my oc Sue Suicide. I way better drawing than the last one I posted. I feel like I hated that drawing so much I was thinking about deleting it but I don't remember if I ever did.

[laundrybiscuits]

(purify our misfit ways tag | AO3)

It’s so, so strange to realize that this is probably the best summer Robin’s had since she was a kid, and it’s barely July.

Oh sure, there’s plenty she still has to worry about—she’s still dead set on escaping Hawkins’ gravitational pull and becoming someone worth being, someone who has adventures and eats fancy cheese in Paris and maybe maybe even kisses a girl under the stars someday, and that means she has to work her ass off. 

If she wants even half a chance at any of that stuff, she’s got to pick up as many shifts as she can and work on her French for at least an hour every day and never ever lose sight of the goal. She can get out of here, and who knows, maybe she can even take Eddie with her. He’s bad at languages but she thinks he’d like Paris anyway, with her around to translate. She thinks it’d be fun, roaming the streets of Europe with someone who makes her laugh like Eddie does: someone she trusts more than she thought she’d ever trust anyone.

So she’s been working hard, definitely, but it wasn’t all that long ago that she’d been thinking of this chapter of her life as just something to get through with gritted teeth and grim determination. Now, she wakes up most days in the early summer sunshine and remembers that she’s scheduled with Steve, and that Eddie’ll swing by in the afternoon when he wakes up if he’s not too busy with his nerd shit, and she feels confusingly genuine happiness percolating through her. It feels like good things can exist in the present, not just the potential future. It feels soap-bubble iridescent and fragile.

A year ago, the thought of toiling in the Hawkins customer service trenches in the company of Steve “the Hair” Harrington and Eddie “the Freak” Munson would’ve sounded like a waking nightmare. Now, just the thought of Steve’s dumb jokes and Eddie’s wild dramatics is enough to tuck a smile into the corners of her mouth as she hurries to get ready, moving just a little faster to get her day started sooner.

Eddie’s managed to get over whatever weird homosexual paroxysm he was having, and acts mostly normal around Steve. Normal for Eddie, that is, which means that on one slow afternoon he sits cross-legged on a table and retells the story of Odysseus with the little red plastic sample spoons, doing progressively squeakier voices for each character; another time, he talks them into what he calls a Scoops Soup Showdown, where he mixes up three spoonfuls of ice cream until they’re basically one undifferentiated liquid and forces Steve and Robin to guess the original flavors.

Steve had been weirdly good at that one, and Robin’s still half-convinced he’d been cheating somehow despite his indignant denials. It had all ended when he’d guessed strawberry-butterscotch-vanilla before she’d even pulled the spoon out of her mouth, and she’d been forced to dip her finger in the gross goop and chase him around the back room, trying to give him a wet willy. Eddie had been cackling so hard he’d slid all the way under the table.

Robin’s not dumb, she knows high school friendships fall apart all the time, but god she hopes she gets to keep this.

That’s another thing: at this point, it’s getting kind of silly to pretend that Steve’s not actually sort of her friend too, bizarre as that would’ve seemed a few months ago. It’s a new and tentative thing, but she is provisionally willing to admit that it is in fact what scientists might classify as friendship, subcategory probational. Even when Eddie’s not around, she usually ends up having a pretty okay time just complaining about the mind-numbing drudgery with Steve.

It helps that Steve seems to have given up on the matchmaking, mostly. He hasn’t mentioned anything about Robin’s boyfriend-attracting qualities in at least a week now, though he still asks stuff about Eddie every so often in a way that makes Robin squint suspiciously.

“I think he might be, y’know, at a loose end,” is all Eddie says when she brings it up. “Harrington needs a hobby more than anyone I’ve ever met. It’s what happens when you eject the Hawkins jock from his natural habitat. He’ll find something new and shiny to distract him soon.”

Eddie’s usually right about this kind of thing, so Robin’s just been waiting it out, fielding all Eddie-related questions with the patience of a saint.

Today, when she rolls into Scoops, she feels about ready for canonization when Steve looks up and says, “Hey, Robin. Is Eddie coming by today?”

“Eddie is mysterious and unknowable,” Robin informs him. “His movements are like the flight of birds, or like the autumn wind through the trees.”

“Jesus christ, why are you guys so weird,” Steve sighs. “Is he gonna be here or not.”

Robin shrugs, pulling on her vest and donning the stupid sailor hat. “He said he’s gonna try to get his band together for a rehearsal or something. He’ll be here if that doesn’t work out.”

“Oh!” Steve points at her. “The, uh. Coffin guys, right? Do they even play in the summer?”

“Not normally, but the drummer guy knows someone who runs a bar in Indy or something like that, so Eddie wants to record a demo and try his luck. He’s been complaining non-stop about it, so maybe if he throws a big enough hissy fit, the boys will give in.”

Robin gets a secret little thrill at how cool and grown-up it sounds to say record a demo, like that’s just something she casually mentions all the time. Eddie is the biggest dork she knows and a total disaster of a human being, but whenever she talks about his life, it somehow ends up sounding amazing. There’s just something about him that’s too big and bright for Hawkins, and she loves how he’s just as hungry as she is to get out and start his life for real. She loves how when she says things like record a demo and bar in Indy, his future sounds close enough to touch, like maybe her own future’s not too far away either.

“Oh, that's kinda cool. What are the band guys like?” Steve asks. He hops up to perch on the counter in a way he definitely shouldn’t be, but it’s not like Robin’s going to rat him out to the Scoops Ahoy overlords.

She shrugs. “Quiet, I guess? Quieter than Eddie, anyway.” To be fair, she hasn’t spent a whole lot of time with them. She’s not a hundred percent sure she even remembers all their names. The impression she’s gotten is that they mostly just let Eddie boss them around because they don’t have anything better to do. They seem like basically okay people, but weirdly boring for being the crowd that Eddie spends the most time with aside from Robin. Even Steve is practically a gibbering eccentric in comparison.

Speaking of which—Steve’s eyes go wide at something behind Robin and he throws his arms in the air. “Henderson!” he yells, sounding happier than Robin’s maybe ever heard him. “He’s back!”

She’s not sure what she’s expecting to see when she turns around, but it’s not a curly-haired moppet grinning toothlessly at Steve and crowing, “I’m back!” She certainly isn’t expecting Steve to hop over the freaking counter and engage in some kind of elaborate handshake ritual complete with sound effects. The handshake goes on for a really, really long time.

It’s kind of hilarious seeing Steve act like a literal child, but that doesn’t mean Robin’s going to let him get away with this shit. Eddie would absolutely flip the fuck out if he were here to witness whatever this is.

“Exactly how many children are you friends with?” she drawls.

Steve just gives the moppet an exasperated look, gesturing to Robin like you see what I have to put up with?

“We’re gonna catch up, Robin. Can you handle the counter for a minute?”

Robin glances around at the total lack of mall denizens craving ice cream first thing in the morning. “I’ll try to survive the overwhelming pressure,” she says. “Don’t get into too much trouble, you wild and crazy kids.”

———

Gareth’s cousin’s roommate in Indianapolis is Eddie’s favorite person in the entire world, and the three numbskulls dithering over having one single solitary extended evening practice so they can actually record something worth hearing…well, they might be his least favorite people in the entire world right now.

“Hey!” he snaps. “Listen up, you goddamn malingering assholes. This, right here, is way more important than whatever you’re rushing home to jerk off to. This is our shot. This is our best chance at actually getting heard by someone who matters, someone who can get our stuff in front of other people.”

He prowls around, making eye contact with each one in turn. “I know you all wanna be rockstars. Well, gentlemen, this is where the rubber meets the road. This is where we get to see if we’re pathetic losers…or if we’ve got it in us to be heavy metal gods.”

Gareth’s the easiest to sway, Eddie can tell at a glance that he’s already hooked, but the other two still look hesitant.

Eddie isn’t completely delusional. Not about how this opportunity’s a long shot at best, and not about how none of the boys want it the way he does. None of them need it like he does. They’re smarter than he is, all of them, and they’re going places. Hell, Jeff’s already starting to look at colleges. His dad wants him to go somewhere in North Carolina, of all the damn states, and…yeah, he’s going places. Music isn’t the the beating heart of his world, the way it is for Eddie.

But there’s a reason they all came to Eddie in the first place: what they need is something to care about and somewhere to belong. If Eddie can just talk them into feeling like a part of this, getting swept up in all the hope and excitement, he just knows they’ll love it. They’ll look back on this as the best summer of their young lives, and he can make it all happen for them, for all of them, if they just fucking practice.

“Okay,” says Jeff. Fucking finally. “Sure. I guess we can stay late for the sake of being, you know…heavy metal gods.”

“That’s all I ask,” says Eddie. As he nods at Gareth to count them in, he sends a silent apology out to Robin and Steve, who must be almost closing up shop by now; they’ll understand that this was a way higher priority than Eddie swinging by to kill some time. It’s not like anything important ever really happens at Scoops Ahoy.

[birdietrait]

there are a few new ocs bouncing around in my head

[ramelcandy]

Hi Ramel :) You said in your tags that you think that Barnaby and Wally’s relationship is interesting. Please take this time to share your thoughts with the class!

I think what really interests me in their relantionship is the contrast there is in it, and how it's striking compared to the mirroring that is there aswell.

Barnaby and Wally are best friends, they are repeatedly said to be. Sharing many traits with each other, like their color palettes, similarly designed outifs and the hearts on the sole of their feet. And, in that sharing, it seems that they try to intentionally mirror each other.

Like so:

But despite that, there is a contrast to the dynamic of their relationship.

Such as the more obvious: Wally being smaller and Barnaby  bigger; how the colors of their houses seem almost opposite (because they're switched in places);

how in their comedy routine Wally is often the straight man to Barnaby's jokes (when he isn't indulging his best friend's goofiness) ; Wally having the lines on his pants while Barnaby has them on his vest.

And while that is a lot, there is one specific contrast I didn't mention. One which, in my opinion, is the biggest one of them all.

Barnaby being depicited as very knowledgeable and who Wally often goes to for questions, but being unaware that they're in show. And Wally being depicted as naive but being self-aware. Funnily enough I think this is sort of depicted here

While this could be interpreted as Barnaby being more joking and Wally more literal in this exchange, maybe he isn't being just literal for comedy. After all the book has a repeated image of them in it, in the same position doing this very interaction. I think that's suppose to show how some of his naivete comes from the script, or him just reading the script, rather them being fully like that all the time.

Either way, in both scenarios, that was a smart answer on his part.

Also, while this aspect of his relationship with Barnaby is also present in his interactions with Frank, which is interesting on it's own too. Him and Barnaby being best friends, in my opinion, makes this contrast here more fascinating to me.

And, even though it isn't too canon anymore, if Wally in some way made Barnaby that would add another layer to it. Because, did he truly just make a dog? Or did he make everything else about him intentionally too?