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I want to make a video promo for Roni like I did for Deci, but damn. I just can’t find the right song nor can I get just the right voiceovers for the feel of the song. Hopefully one day I can; although, I think it’ll be very hard to top Deci’s video. I legit think it’s one of my best videos to this day. 

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Veronica’s favorite song at the time of season four is We’re Not Gonna Take It by Twisted Sister. That’d be her song if she needed to escape Vecna. 

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   Alex listened to the girl talk and then ramble on a bit. She couldn’t help but smile. “Oh no, I got what you meant.” She nodded. “But the trailer park isn’t the first place I’d pick to live if I had the choice. I’d love to buy the Harrington’s house and have it all to myself. I mean have you seen that place?!” She leaned on the counter. “His parties where great. Sucks he doesn’t throw them anymore. I fell asleep in the upstairs tub once. Best sleep I ever had.” She laughed. Now she was rumbling.

   “But yeah. Sucks about the cheerleader.” Alex frowned. “The cops have been there all day. They keep coming and going. My grandma is freaked out.” She said chewing on her nails. “But like should we really be surprised? With everything that’s happened. This isn’t the first weird thing. Stuff like his has been going on for years.” The blonde picked up her magazine.

   “I saw your brother here this morning. He was with that girl Max. They were being all secretive. Like they were ready to do some investigating.” She smiled. “If you’re looking for him I heard them say something about going to the video store.”

— VERONICA felt a sense of relief. Okay, so maybe she hadn’t put her foot in her mouth — or, at the very least, not the entire thing. ❝Thaaaaat seems like a fair point,❞ Roni conceded when Alex said that the trailer park isn’t the first place she’d pick to live. Roni doubted it was anyone’s first choice. She let out a small laugh and scratched at the back of her head. ❝Yeah, I crashed one once. It definitely was an experience, but totally not my crowd,❞ she admitted. She hadn’t stayed long, mostly getting questioned as to why the hell she was there in the first place. Still, she had wanted to experience it at least once in her life. Of course, now Steve was... well, how did one describe Steve now? The first word that came to her mind was dork, but she wouldn’t dare say it out loud lest it bruise his ego if he heard her say it.

   RONI shook her head, frowning just as Alex was. ❝I don’t blame her,❞ she said about Alex’s grandma. She nervously chewed on the inside of her cheek. ❝It’s starting to feel very on par for Hawkins, but I... I still don’t believe what they’re saying. I mean, Eddie? Really?❞ There was no way. She’d sooner believe that there was something supernatural behind it than Eddie. 

   THE brunette groaned at the mention of her brother. That little shit, what was he up to? ❝I wasn’t looking for him, but now I feel like I have to. With the amount of trouble that boy gets into, it’s a wonder I don’t have any gray hairs.❞ She spoke as if she were his mother and not some overprotective sister. It wasn’t as if her own mother knew the truth of what was going on. At least, though, he was headed to the video store. That meant Robin and Steve were there. ❝All I wanted was a damned blue slushy,❞ she sighed. 

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Hello new followers! Just a few things: 1) In case you didn’t know, I also have another Stranger Things OC over on @xoncomingstorm if you’re interested. Deci is... an interesting sort lol and I love her.  2) Throw all of your muses at me! Do it! I don’t bite, I swear! Feel free to hit the heart if you want a starter (or feel free to also dm me if you want to plot!) :)

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ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ah, look at all the 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑙𝑦 people! ㅤ ⸻ ㅤstarter with @xhendersister·

ㅤ ㅤHawkins. Finally the summer vacation was over and routine was returning to normal, which made Lizzie feel a cold chill in her stomach. She didn’t know how people would react to her change, the new person they would meet that day, but 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 took over her being. She walked among her classmates as if she were going to dominate the world, a feeling she had never known before, without being bothered by the way they stared at her. Surprised, most of the time. 

ㅤ ㅤ ⸻ V! ⸻  She said loudly when she saw her friend going through her locker. She moved closer and smiled happily. ⸻I missed you during the summer break! ⸻  She said, leaning against the locker next to her and watching the people passing by. For the first time, she wasn’t so afraid of what they might do to her.

— SUMMER vacation was unfortunately over. That meant back to the mundane reality that was high school. God, Veronica hated high school. Not the actual school part — no, she actually enjoyed that well enough, depending on the subject. No, what she hated the most was all the drama that seemed to ensue because of it. Plus, on top of that, shit had gotten weird in Hawkins and Roni was still trying to pick up the pieces from that. 

   SHE was pulled from her thoughts when a familiar voice called out to her. She stopped digging through her locker to turn and see Elizabeth Wickham... but... different. Her eyes narrowed in on the blonde, taking in her appearance and the way she moved. What in the hell? 

   ❝UH, yeah, I missed you too...❞ she trailed off, still trying to figure out what the hell was going on. ❝Lizzie... what the hell are you wearing? It’s not Halloween yet...❞ It wasn’t a dig at how she looked — she looked great, but she always looked great. It was more so that Roni felt like she was looking at a completely different person. This wasn’t her fellow nerdy friend. Lizzie looked almost like she belonged in the popular crowd — a crowd that Roni had often ragged on, as it seemed fair since they ragged on them too. 

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more random dialogue prompts ,

“why do you have that look on your face?”

“finish what you’re doing, we have to talk.”

“what have you done to yourself?”

“did you do something different with your hair?”

“it doesn’t do any good to get worked up.”

“when was the last time we had a real conversation.”

“are you in the witness protection program, or what?”

“there’s something wrong with me.”

“no, i don’t hate you.”

“hey stupid.”

“we’re aren’t them.”

“looks like i’ll live long enough to make you pay.”

“you know you’re wrong.”

“i don’t understand, why are you doing this?”

“now, before i say anything, promise me you’ll stay calm.”

“what makes me so special?”

“you have no idea what i’ve been through.”

“you really don’t have to do that, not for me.”

“did you really think you’d get a second chance?”

"how about we don’t do that.”

“i have a lot going for me, but humility is not one of them.”

“you’re the worst.”

“i don’t need you right now.”

“don’t just stand there, looking at me.”

“i thought you were supposed to call me.”

“take my hand.”

“i need you.”

“you’re allowed to need help sometimes.”

“for someone who doesn’t like to feel things, you sure feel a lot of it out loud.”

“when this is all over, i want it to be you and me.”

“why won’t you tell me what happened?”

“you don’t know what this means to me.

“i know it doesn’t make sense.”

“i’m trying really hard to keep it together.”

“i know you’re new, but we do things a little differently here.”

“your voice is putting me to sleep.”

“did you find what you were looking for?”

"you knew and you didn’t even warn me?”

“well, i guess that’s broken.”

“i thought it was part of the act.”

“you think u don’t know you’re only here because they sent you?”

“you promised to call me if you didn’t know what to wear.”

“you can keep a secret, can’t you?”

“how could you do this to me?”

“put the gun down, dearest. i have news!”

“i know you don’t have any reason to trust me, but you need to know something.”

“if you’re here to tell me what happened last night, someone beat you to it.”

“people think i’m weird.”

“i think i’m losing myself again.”

“you can’t be here.”

“i wish you’d come to the funeral.”

“do you know what today is?”

“so, you broke my favourite mug… and you’re breaking up with me?”

“i need to get out.”

“it’s like i’m cursed or something.”

“you are remarkably well-behaved tonight, what have you been up to?”

“you gonna eat that?”

“sir, the pony rides are for children only.”

“i don’t want you to worry about that anymore.”

“we’ll never make it in time.”

“you’d be late for your own funeral.”

“you should have seen it coming.”

“oh, good, you’re here! hold this.”

“why can’t you just be happy for me?”

“on a scale of one to ten, how do you feel about nachos right now?”

“is this how you flirt with everyone?”

“how much longer till we’re there?”

“what have you done?”

“it’s time for you to repay that debt you owe me.”

“where did you get that? who gave it to you?”

“what kind of mother has thoughts like that?”

“i know I haven’t been what you needed, but i’m here, and i wanna help.”

“i never want to hear you say that again.”

“you’re all i have.”

“i know it’s not perfect, but i did follow the recipe this time.”

“i was doing so well until you showed up.”

“don’t eat that! i made it ‘specially for our guest.”

“it’s not that i don’t like my life, it’s that i don’t have the energy to enjoy it.”

“how can you stand this place?”

“don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t exactly blend in.”

“you need to stop.”

“i don’t like that look, what happened?”

“is that seriously your password?”

“what’s your problem?”

“you had no right to use it without asking.”

“oh, wow, you weren’t kidding.”

“i couldn’t trust my own parents to protect me.”

“i’m surprised you haven’t been arrested yet. wait, no, i’m not.”

“why do you want to help me?”

“ten bucks for that piece of crap?”

“we have to hurry, they’re coming!”

“hey, look what came in the mail!”

“do you want to get a drink or something?”

“please tell me you didn’t eat that.”

“the worst part is you didn’t even notice.”

“if i wanted help, i would have asked.”

“wanna tell me what’s going on with your grades?”

“you need to leave.”

“talk to me, okay? i need to know what’s going on.”

“i do blame you.”

“sometimes life deals you a bad hand, but you can still play your cards right and win.”

“you’re no longer useful to me.”

“i’m not good with sarcasm: if you don’t like me, just say it.”

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Veronica Henderson & Decima Byers (010)

Two Indie Stranger Thing OCs penned by alix.  Veronica Henderson, older sister to Dustin and certified nerd.  Decima Byers, the adoptive daughter of Joyce and previous lab experiment 010. 

Both are multiverse, multiship, and semiselective.  Both follow back from @xsilver-wings

@xhendersister — Veronica Henderson @xoncomingstorm — Decima Byers

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| OPEN ; ALEX |

   Alex leaned against the counter behind the register at the gas station she worked. She looked through a magazine just waiting for her shift to come to an end. The bell above the door jingled and she looked up. “Hey.” She said with a nod.

   “Scary huh?” She asked as a few more squad cars passed by. Probably out looking for the cheerleaders killer. “I live in the trailer park where it happened.” Alex said looking back to the customer. “It’s crazy. This town is wild.”

— VERONICA was absolutely craving a blue slushy. It was wasn’t that it was particularly warm or anything — it was March, after all — but damn it had been all she thought about all morning. So, she got herself dressed and made her way over to the gas station. Sure, it was a decent walk from her house, but she didn’t care. She could have ridden her bike if she had really wanted to, but it was a nice enough morning that she didn’t mind the walk. 

   ❝HEY,❞ Roni greeted in return when she entered the gas station. She had seen the police cars drive by on the way in and now a couple of more passed. Veronica had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. When it came to Hawkins, nothing was ever what it seemed. There had to be more to this story than anyone was letting on. Especially since they all blamed Eddie. Roni knew Eddie, and knew that he couldn't have done this. There was no way. Not the guy that took her brother under his wing. She just didn't believe it. 

   ❝SHIT, sorry,❞ she told her before realizing that that could be misconstrued — at least, in her overworking mind she thought that. She backtracked a little, rambling as was her habit to do so, ❝I mean, not sorry that you live there or anything. That would be rude. Sorry that you have to live in close proximity to it. That has to be kind of scary.❞ She had clarified, but didn’t feel any better about it. She felt she had really put her foot in her mouth; whether she had or not was up to Alex. 

   VERONICA nodded then. ❝Yeah,❞ she agreed, ❝wild.❞ That was definitely one word for Hawkins. Weird. Crazy. Insane. Cursed. Hellish. All of these words also came to mind. She suddenly felt empty without her trusty tire iron, which currently rested underneath her bed, where she could easily grab it if she needed to. Maybe it was time to start carrying it around again. 

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 Hailee Steinfeld as Charlie Watson in BUMBLEBEE (2018)

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Any Dustin’s out there wanna rp with a sister oc? .3. 

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arcadeblues·:

he appreciates the help, however disgruntled he may be. most people would utter a quick apology and keep on moseying their way down the street without a second glance or a kind, parting word, but no… this stranger, at the very least, gives some kind of a shit. julian can keep his typically sharp tongue to himself for the time being.

there’s little to no thought over what the books and xeroxed articles all correlate to until the girl speaks again, and julian freezes for a half second before snatching up more sheets of paper and shoving them haphazardly into one of the envelopes. great. now someone’s going to start rumors of him being the new town conspiracy theorist, as if this place needs any more of that energy.

“…no.”

julian offers nothing else, expression closed off and eyes squinting slightly, cynical. untrusting. and who can blame him, when all he’s been fed is bullshit by anyone he asks about what really happened to his parents. a mall fire is convenient enough to most of the population in hawkins, but julian isn’t buying it. his parents would have never been at the goddamn mall, would’ve ( ironically ) never been caught dead there — especially not with how adamant they’d both been over the phone when they’d called its emergence in the community tacky and overhyped.

“why aren’t you, by the way? taking the bus outta here?” he quietly takes the remaining articles from her and sandwiches them between two books, heaving the old tomes up under an arm when he finally stands up. “this place is fucking cursed.”

— VERONICA waited for more of an explanation, but received none. All he offered her was a no. Well, okay then. Guess he wasn't writing a paper then. She could only imagine what he was doing with all of these records. It could be dangerous to look into them. She had half of a mind to tell him not to, for his own safety, but that would then throw suspicion onto her. She didn't want to come off as she knew anything more than what the papers said.

  ❝WHAT?❞ It took her a moment to process what he had asked and she took in a breath. ❝Oh. Well. Family, mostly. I have a little brother and my parents don't want to leave. I'm applying to colleges soon though... but...❞ She didn't want to leave her brother behind. Sometimes she just wished all of Hawkins would be condemned and everyone would have to move. It would solve all of her problems.

  WHEN he mentioned that the whole place was cursed, she actually laughed. Not at him, though. He was more right than she was sure he knew. There were things about Hawkins that were so unexplainable that if she tried, she was sure to land in a looney bin. ❝Then why are you still here?❞ She threw back at him with a smile and raised eyebrows. If this place was so cursed, why was he looking more into while stlil being in the place? Why didn't he get on the first bus out of here?

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manila envelopes and books hit the ground, loose sheets of copy paper scattering all over the pavement along with them, and julian thinks this must be the worst day of his life. not only has the air conditioning suddenly stopped working in his childhood home, but he’s spent the majority of today in the dark basement of the local library instead of at home drinking by the pool where he belongs. if he wasn’t on a mission, he’d abandon all hope now and leave the compiled information on the street to be someone else’s problem.

the girl doesn’t look familiar – as in, there’s no way they ever went to school together, but julian is certain she belongs to some family or other whose surname he’s heard before. small towns are like that and he’s only been gone five years, hardly enough time for older families to skedaddle and new ones to replace them entirely. no, the majority of families in hawkins are here for the long haul, bringing up generation after generation.

gag me with a spoon, julian thinks to himself. one taste of freedom was all he’d needed to realize this place is a dump in comparison to what’s really out there.

“you training for a fucking marathon?” he asks as he begins to gather up what he can, gaze not as cold as his words. no, he’s far too tired and his eyes hurt from xeroxing an entire stack of articles centered around strange happenings after fishing for any leads from the microfiche machine in the library. she’s caught him on a day where he’s too sleep deprived to give a shit and truth be told, he hasn’t done this much research in his entire life; not even when he’d been a hawkins tiger.

“…or are you getting the fuck outta here via bus? can’t blame you for that one if that’s the case.”

— WHEN Veronica finally had a chance to take in her surroundings, she noticed the papers scattered all over the pavement. Fuck, she really messed up. Immediately, she was down the the person she ran into to started to gather up what he could.

   ❝HA, no, no marathon. I don't think I could win even if I tried,❞ Roni laughed nervously as she leaned down to help him pick up the loose papers before they blew away in the wind. She did not want to start chasing after papers. ❝Sorry, I'm just... late for work, that's all...❞ Her voice trailed out when she accidentally caught the text on the papers.

   ❝I wish I was getting the bus outta here, but no...❞ Her voice was far off as she looked at another piece of paper. Everything seemed to be about different strange things that had happened in Hawkins. She supposed it was interesting enough to look into for the normal person, but still. ❝You, uh, writing a paper? These are some interesting reads.❞ She finally said as she held out the papers she had picked up for him to take. Anyone who was anyone knew that Hawkins had something weird going on in it, but not everyone was privy to the information that Veronica Henderson had. If they knew, Hawkins would be a ghost town, she was sure of it. She was curious as to how much this stranger knew, though.  

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I’ve been trying to think of what sort of weapon Veronica fights with. She doesn’t feel comfortable with a gun, nor does she have access to one. I’m thinking she fights with like a tire iron that she just found. At least, that’s what she uses in season two. 

I feel like she keeps it in her room after season two just in case. Although the world is supposed to be safe again, she’s just not sure she believes it. She has nightmares. She’s afraid. The tire iron makes her feel like she has some semblance of control; it makes her feel safe. When she’s not prepared, she takes whatever she can use as a melee weapon, but she definitely prefers her tire iron if she has the chance to prepare and actually grab it. 

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nailedbat·:

his expression is deadpan, for the most part. there’s a small flash of something akin to embarrassment as he makes eye contact with the older henderson sibling, but he masks it in an instant.

shame? there’s plenty of it. in fact, it’s fading but still very much present in the yellowing bruises across his face and the way his nose still sports a less than perfect appearance, especially on the bridge. this means no ray-bans to cover the remnants of his blackened eyes or the way he looks sleepier than usual, bat still admittedly under his bed at home… just in case.

“they’re dickheads.” steve doesn’t think he’ll ever speak to them again, not if his wounded pride has anything to say about it. there are many things he can forgive – and he has – but being abandoned? that sort of thing stings in a way that makes steve shut down faster than anything else.

he clutches the paper bag from melvald’s closer to his chest without explaining what’s in it; a spare can of farrah fawcett hairspray and something of his own — a new zippo. again… just in case. isn’t this how makeshift flamethrowers work?

“…can i come in? i gotta pee.”

— VERONICA could see something under his deadpan expression, but she wasn't entirely sure what it was before it disappeared. She took in his beat up appearance and knew that she looked just as much of a mess. She had bruises and cuts littering her body from head to toe. So much so that her parents had thought she had gotten into a fight with someone and had grounded her because that's not how anyone ❝handles a disagreement in this household.❞ If only they knew the truth. Maybe then they'd get the whole family the hell out of Hawkins. Maybe then she'd stop having nightmares.

  ❝WELL, yeah, anyone could've told you that,❞ Roni said with a small scoff. Tommy and Carol were the worst. She remembered once when they tripped her as she walked by, causing her to drop her project and break it. Dickheads was one way of describing them. Steve had just always been around them. She had assumed that he was also very much a dickhead even though he had never done anything to her. Of course, she had seen a different side to Steve when fighting alongside him and the party. Still, could he have changed that much? Did people have it in them to do that?

  WHEN he asked to use the bathroom — in not so many words — Roni shifted from foot to foot. She was grounded and not supposed to have friends over. Although Steve was not necessarily a friend, if her parents came home and saw him in the house, she'd be in a lot more trouble. But she was nice and finally opened the door wide enough for him to come on in. ❝Yeah, sure, it's down the hall and to the right,❞ she told him with a gesture.

  AS Steve was in the bathroom, Roni leaned against the wall next to the bathroom door. She pursed her lips, feeling bad about having put her foot in her mouth earlier with implying that Steve didn't have any other friends. ❝Hey, I'm... uh... sorry,❞ she called through the bathroom door, ❝I didn't mean to, like, imply you didn't have friends or some shit... it's just... I don't know.❞ But she did know. It was weird that Mr. Popular Steve Harrington was in her house. It was weird that he was looking for her brother, who was one of the dorkiest kids she knew. She would have been worried about his intentions had Steve not shown exceptional skill at keeping Dustin and the other kids safe.

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— RONI was running behind. This was, unfortunately, very on brand for the young woman. She thought things would definitely be better if her parents just let her get a car, but noooooooo, that was too much. She couldn’t be trusted to drive. Or some shit like that. She felt it was all bullshit it wasn’t. 

   SO, instead of being able to get into a car and drive off to work, Roni was sprinting as fast as she could. It didn’t help that her bike currently had a flat tire too. Luck was just not on her side today. 

   VERONICA wasn’t looking where she was going, not really. She was thinking five moves ahead — thinking of a good excuse for her boss as to why she was late. Because of this, she didn’t notice the person practically right in front of her until she plowed straight into him. Losing her balance, she fell back onto ass, swearing under her breath. It was only after she realized what happened that she was back on her feet and profusely apologizing. 

    ❝SHIT, I am so sorry. You good?❞ She asked, rubbing at her tailbone as she spoke. Damn, that had hurt. 

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— ❝LOOK I’m just trying to, like, make sense of all of this,❞ Veronica said as her eyebrows furrowed. She was trying to make sense at seeing Steve “The Hair” Harrington at her door. The world was saved again. What the hell was he doing coming around looking for Dustin for? ❝Don’t, uh, take this the wrong way, Harrington, but don’t you have friends, like, your own age? What happened to Tommy and Carol?❞

   RONI would be the first to admit that she didn’t really know the inner workings of the popular crowd. She knew who they were, and knew that they looked down on her. She didn’t really care. ❝In any case, Dustin is over at Mike’s. Can I help you with something?❞

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out of context dnd starters

“you can distract people with your body, i’ve seen you do it before.”

“i’m not young, i’m twelve!”

“so what do rats taste like?”

“why are you throwing books everywhere?”

“why is there a small white boy on the roof?”

“would i really put a spider in two chests?”

“i’ll have more candy for you… in hell.”

“he’s trying his best.”

“first of all, i would NEVER kill frogger.”

“i really, genuinely think that he’s going to just fucking snap one day.”

“do you want an egg? i’m trying something new.”

“oh. i am thoroughly embarrassed right now.”

“i lived and died some time between jesus and chess”

“i’m fine in the woods. in the woods, i am fine.”

“you are the only one here who has hands that are not my hands. i know i did not hit myself.”

“i was waiting for you to hang up on this professional business call.”

“i hope you get lost in these play tubes and rot away.”

“they thought i had a demon in me, and i do”

“well, there’s only one way in. dig down.”

“i see the light… just kidding. i’m going to hell.”

“are you taunting her while she’s in a coma?”

“i am your superior, get me on the line with santa claus.”

“i just wanted to go to space.”