Okay, so I’m gonna start being active on this blog again
But I swear I’m drowning in so many notifications
If you’ve sent me something specific, or tagged me in something, please can you message me so I can look it up
byersxbrother replied to your post “Okay, so this isn’t related to ST, but who do you think would make a...”
Maybe Emma Roberts or Shailene Woodley (idk, just off the top of my head)
I’d never thought of Shailene Woodley as Sophia, but I really like the idea. I’ll definitely keep that in mind, thank you ^^
Okay, so this isn’t related to ST, but who do you think would make a good older FC for Sophia Peletier from TWD?
I’ll finally have time to set up my Sophia blog this week, but I can’t think of an older FC
"Go away!"
Super angsty starters
The boy was so small, around half her age, with an air of innocence that Eleven had long since forgotten. Papa had only told her that she was to be working with another experiment on their next test, and he wanted her to meet them prior to it. Something about knowing each other’s powers and abilities before the big day.
The girl had worked with other children before, flashes of faces so much like her own, filled with fear and obedience. They did their job, then moved on. Some of the children were older, teenagers. Others, her own age or a couple of years younger.
Him.. he was the youngest she had encountered. He probably hadn’t had many experiments done on him yet.
Papa had let her into the room, giving her a gentle push for encouragement, before leaving briskly. No doubt he would be watching, from a camera or double-sided mirror somewhere. But physically, the two of them were alone. One step towards, then another, gingerly waiting for him to speak..
Go away!
The words caught her off guard, such fierceness erupting from such a small frame. Had she ever had such willpower? Perhaps once, when she was very tiny. That was knocked out of her soon enough.
Silently, she stopped in her tracks, exhaling. There were no words to say to that, and yet she couldn’t do as he’d asked. Go away? She wished that was an option.
“No.”
"You...did this?"
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Shaking, the girl pulled her knees even closer to her chin, thin arms wrapped tightly around her. She had never been here without Mike and the others, the scrapyard where old unwanted cars were turned into pieces of scrap metal. There always seemed to be an eerie silence around the place, no humans ever residing here. Which was partly why Eleven had chosen the place as her escape.
She was angry, upset with herself, and she knew that if she stayed around anybody much longer, they would get hurt. She always ended up hurting people.
Cars were much less fragile. As her thoughts consumed her, the anger getting stronger in her chest, she felt the blood seep out of her nose and onto her lips. That was when car windows started to shatter, scrap metal flying across the junkyard in an array of chaos. Eleven sank down against one of the cars, tears streaming down flushed cheeks as the chaos started to settle, her surroundings ransacked and left in a state of turmoil.
That was when a voice startled her out of her thoughts. Seeing a girl approaching, Eleven could only stare with blatant terror, trying desperately to wipe the blood away from her nose. Wordlessly, she shook her head, begging with her to leave.
-–✗ { ♠ ✞ ♠ } She wasn’t getting through to the girl, not that she could really blame her. Nikki would most likely be the same way had she been forced to go through the same things that eleven had. Nikki lets out a sigh, unsure of what to do. Brown eyes meet the other’s once more.
❝ Look, ❞ she begins, her voice gentle but firm. ❝ I know what you can do. I know that if I messed this up, I could put myself and you in serious danger. And…I know how scary this is for you, yeah? I wouldn’t trust many people either if I were in your shoes.❞ A short pause as she tried to come up with a convincing argument. ❝ Scout’s honor, I’m not one of them. Look, I’ll show you.❞ She finally said, fully aware of how many codes she was breaking as she reached into her backpack, if only to pull out the old book she always carried with her on these sorts of cases. ❝ This books been in my family for generations, when I came here, I was trying to catalog the monster running around these parts, I’ve never seen anything like it.❞
The words were starting to pound at the shield she’d set up around herself, the invisible guard that shut everybody out. What if she wasn’t one of them? Eleven was sure that she’d never seen her face back at the lab, but there had been so many hundreds of faces over the years. How was she to know for sure?
The book in the girl’s bag had peaked her interest enough, eyes curious yet guarded as she glanced over the cover. The monster that had escaped wouldn’t be in any books, El was sure of it. It was new, different, something that nobody had ever recorded in history. That’s what Papa had always said.
She shook her head then, trying to portray this thought without words. The glare had fallen away, leaving an expression of worry and curiosity. She wanted to help, but there didn’t seem to be much that she could do.
“The monster..”
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Mike squeezes his companion’s hand softly as soon as her hand enters his; he smiles warmly before realizing she hasn’t been clued in yet. He shakes his head, already beginning to lead her through the blackened woods; the dim light of the flashlight being his only savior from tripping over tree roots quite a few times.
“Um, well,” he starts—the same way he starts most sentences—and clears his dry throat. “My mom; she figured it out. She knows about you now….” He shakes his head, remembering the day his mother kept him home from school and pampered him after a month or two of near complete silence only to force everything out of him. Well, not force. He broke down on his own, eventually.Cried into her bosom in the parking lot of the movie store.
Poor Karen, Mike had been so in his head he hadn’t realized what kind of effect his shutting down had on his mother.
“My dad…he doesn’t seem to care about anything—he was happy to find out you weren’t Russian…whatever, but my mom? She said if we ever found you that she’d help.” He turns to her, sure that his red and draining nose could be spotted even in the dark(much to his dismay). “I think tonight’s dinner was spaghetti. I think you’ll like it.”
They knew everything. A million thoughts buzzed through her mind at once, every emotion she thought possible rushing through her veins. Relief at the thought that she wouldn’t have to witness Mike explaining her to his mother, yet anxiety had made an appearance too. What would their reactions to her be? She could only remember how Lucas and Dustin had been at first.
She didn’t know if she could handle Mr and Mrs Wheeler looking at her like some kind of freak.
Still, El let herself smile, a warm curve of her lips at her companion. If he thought it would turn out fine, then she would believe in him. That’s what a real friend would do.
“Okay.”
Dinner was still very much on her mind, lips murmuring ‘spaghetti’ as soon as he’d uttered the word. It would be her first time trying it, although she was no stranger to trying new foods. It was mainly the thought of sitting with his family that struck her thoughts, sitting around the table with them, instead of waiting on the leftovers that Mike had managed to sneak away.
Eleven squeezed his hand back, carefully stepping over tree trunks and shrubs in the hope that she wouldn’t fall in the darkness. Her next words were barely a whisper, a smile heard in every syllable as she averted her eyes to the ground before them.
“Thank you.”
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❝ E-Eleven, right? ❞ he inquired gently, trying to be as careful as possible with that little girl who seemed too small, too fragile, too SCARED all the time. the older one offered her a reassuring look, slightly bent down in order to find her eyes ❝ I’m Jonathan. I’m Will’s brother. you remember him, right? ❞ he had to stop himself from rolling his eyes for how condescending and STUPID that question was. it was easy, sometimes, to underestimate kids her age ❝ i mean…of course you do, of course you remember…I just… ❞ Jonathan looked down for a moment because her big, expressive eyes seemed to permanently show some kind of repressed fear.
❝ I never thanked you, for helping us to find him. we, um…we couldn’t have done it without you.” he admitted softly, a warm smile illuminating the usually pale, tired features of his face ❝ so…THANK YOU, Eleven. really… ❞ hesitating slightly, one of his hands moved to rest on her small shoulder.
Eleven didn’t like the hospital. The bare walls and long corridors reminded her too much of the lab, the rooms with metal beds and nothing else seemed so much like her old bedroom. She was out of her comfort zone, to say the least, and she was sure that nobody would make her feel any better about that.
Mike had brought El with him to visit Will once he was fully awake again, but she didn’t go into the room with him. There was a certain fear in her at the thought of actually meeting Will Byers, although it seemed stupid, even to her. That was why she was sat in the empty waiting room, staring down at the ground, void of expression.
The voice had startled her, dark hues flicking upwards to meet Jonathan Byers, only slight relief falling over her at his face. His words all seemed to mould into one, his gesture of a hand on her shoulder so surprising, that she didn’t know what to say.
Thank you? She had never been thanked before.
“Is.. Is Will okay?”
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“Are the boys getting rowdy or something? I can drive you home if you want.” Christy offered to the girl standing in her doorway. Dustin had told her not to ask her any questions, which only made her want to ask every question she could think of. “Or are you just slipping away from them for a few minutes?”
Dungeons and Dragons night had been moved over to Dustin’s house last minute, the Wheelers having gone to a social gathering on the Saturday evening. Mike had managed to wriggle both himself and El out of going, instead turning up on the Hendersons’ doorstep with Lucas and Will in tow.
The Hendersons were lovely, (El had soon found that out after the secret of her presence had been leaked) and she didn’t mind talking with them. They weren’t as intimidating as the Wheelers had been.
So, when the boys started arguing over demogorgons and fireballs, Eleven quietly slipped out, murmuring something about getting water. The corridors were very similar to Mike’s house, and she gazed at the pictures on the wall as she wandered. It was the sound of music that drew her attention to the doorway down the hall, curiosity peaking as she glanced inside.
A girl, only a little older than herself, sat inside. For a moment, she blinked, all words leaving her despite knowing who the stranger was. Instead, she shook her head at the offer, not quite meeting her eyes.
“Thirsty.”
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Finn Wolfhard & Millie Bobby Brown for Dazed Magazine - Winter 2016.
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ahh, lookit that lil terrible edit up there <3 RIGHT GUYS. i’ve has this blog for a grand total of one month && six days, && i have felt so unbelievably welcome, especially over the last couple of weeks. it means a lot to have so many people be openly appreciative of you, when you spent so long && worked so hard perfecting the finer details of a character ! i’m so happy to have you all, && i love you a bunch. y’all should come have a sleepover. ( i have terrible memory ; if i leave you out && u think you should be on here pls tell ! )
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millie talking about her friendship with noah is honestly so cute!!
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IGN: You and Finn [Wolfhard] play out this big bond Eleven and Mike develop. Was that interesting for you guys to figure out, especially because your character isn’t very verbal?
Brown: Yeah, definitely. Me and Finn are very close in a strange way. We’re very close. We talk movies, we talk school quite a bit. But we have this kind of strange friendship. It’s not a friendship, it’s more like a bond that we have together. If I feel uncomfortable he’ll just immediately know, so it’s always that sort of way and I think with the boys especially, as well. So it’s been amazing to have fun with him off set but especially have fun on set and have that amazing chemistry that everybody’s talking about. It was kind of hard to kiss him, but it was easy in a way.
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Super Angsty Starters
"You...did this?"
"I can't believe you."
"You can hate me, you can dislike me but how can you cheat on me?"
"I'm dying..."
"She/He still loves you."
"I just want to go home..."
"You left me..."
"I can't forgive you for this anymore."
"I'm saying goodbye."
"I'm not good enough for you."
"This is goodbye."
"Was this just a game to you?"
"You merely played me like a fool."
"Goodbye."
"You're pathetic."
"Get out of my sight."
"You're nothing but a toy in a game of life."
"You used me?"
"You're so easy to manipulate."
"I never loved you."
"Don't give me that look."
"I can't stand you."
"Goodbye...my almost lover."
"I would have loved you."
"Everything fell apart and I can't pick up the pieces anymore."
"I think this is where I should say goodbye."
"We never had it all."
"...Everything hurts."
"Go away!"
"I don't want to see you anymore!"
"Let me go."
"To think I almost loved you."
"You cheated..?"
"You love someone else other than me anyway."
"Why do you even bother with me anymore?"
"I'm not worth your time."
"Get out of here."
"Get away from me!"
"Don't touch me every again!"
"I hate you."
"Don't leave me."
"Please, I'll do anything!"
"Don't go..."
"We can talk about this!"
"I can't loose you again."
"Don't you have more important things to attend to?"
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SAME MUSE X SAME MUSE THINGS I STILL WANT ;;
• younger canon x older canon. • one is the imaginary friend of the other. • clones. • one is the multiple personality of the other. • twins. • one is the conscious of the other. • one from the future sent back in time to help the other. • one from the past sent to kill their future self. • one is a specific emotion of the other. such as their ‘happiness’ or their 'rage’. • one is the guardian angel of the other. • one is light, one is dark. • hero side, villain side.
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Anonymous asked:
❃ how much do you remember of your childhood?
Send a symbol to speak to that age of my muse!
Her childhood spent in the confinements of one room, only being taken from it to undergo painful torments and torturous ordeals, was but a memory that felt more like the worst of nightmares than anything else. Poison injected into pale flesh, wires attached to her temple, endless hours of mental labour.
It all came back to her when she closed her eyes at night.
How much does she remember? Letting a sigh escape her lips, El swallowed back her answer, eyes guarded of emotion as she answered.
“Most of it.”
