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Robert's been trying not to violently attack anyone when working as a Dispatcher for SCN - considering it's not exactly the most heroic move in anyone's books, especially not literal superheroes.
But when his team doesn't shut the hell up, Robert's headache (combined with his lack of sleep from his lack of a mattress) might make him a little looser in the whole 'repressing his reflexes that he used in life or death situations when he was Mecha Man' department.
And, if he accidentally bodyslams Flambae into the breakroom microwave as a result of that, Robert will threaten you with unpaid time off to stop that information from spreading.
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His fingers raked over his arms; his nails clawing over his scalp until he stilled: hands hugging the back of his neck, elbows almost touching his knees as he curled up smaller than Tenna had ever seen him.
Spamton wasn't supposed to small.
Tenna knew the irony in that belief - with Spamton being barely taller than a pippins - but Tenna just couldn't think of Spamton as anything but big.
He had a big personality that instantly hooked a room, big grins that dissipated any tension and big body language to overcompensate for his stature. Spamton made big business deals and had important associates with big influences; Spamton drew in a big audience for Tenna; Spamton made the big bucks and wasn't afraid to flaunt it; Spamton was a Big Shot with a big car and a big room in the Queen's mansion.
Spamton was huddled into a tiny shaking, heaving ball and was bleeding into the dressing room carpet.
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OR: Tenna finds Spamton after he's informed about a specific part of the prophecy that just so happens to contain the TV star himself.
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- Part 2 of Phonecord between your teeth
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He had wanted to have a shared drink of whiskey after a successful ad shoot, but, just after picking up the bottle the phone had rang. He'd placed the bottle on the table beside his glass with a clink and picked up the phone with a desperate relaxedness, spinning the wire in his finger.
He'd been smiling. It was probably audible to whatever was on the other end of the line.
He wasn't smiling when the phone call was over.He'd been yelling, calling the phone a coward and a liar and trying to swear, but all that escaped his mouth was bit-crushed shrieks because this demon had somehow changed him to his very being and, holy fuck he was under this thing's complete control.
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The phone had rang, like it always did, but Spamton was not prepared for what the entity sneered into his ear this time.
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- Part 1 of Phonecord between your teeth
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Kydron know that he's lost something, that's there's something missing. He doesn't understand what that is, yet somehow his brain is trying to tell him.
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Basically a tiny drabble I wrote a while ago and am posting here cus stinky AO3 needs more works lol
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If anyone asked Rex what he wanted to do on a Saturday morning - which no-one ever did, considering his history of not-to-plan Saturday mornings - he would tell them sleeping in until 4pm, and then kicking back on the couch in his boxers with a bag of something not good for him to get stuck all over his fingers, and bad TV blaring at the volume that everyone else found too loud, but he could hear perfectly fine.
And if any singular person had asked Rex what he wanted to do on his Saturday fucking morning, his answer would absolutely one hundred fucking percent not be fighting some mad scientist with a kink for activism and nature.
But no-one ever asks him.
So here he was, at the buttfuck, birds not chirping, moon still visible, crack of dawn running around trying to not get crushed by huge mounds of stone all while Doc Seismic made some speech about how The Washington Monument was promoting climate change or some shit.
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OR: Rex's hearing aids break half way through a fight, and he might be a teeny tiny bit concussed. Mark freaks out.
UNFINISHED ONLY POSTING NOW SO IT DOESN'T GET DELETED!!!!
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Doom comes to Hawkins, Indiana. Population est. 30,000.
It’s cold, that’s all, and the breeze is kicking up. That’s why Steve feels the chill go up his spine like someone dropped an ice-cube down his back.
“Why wouldn’t I be real, El?”
“The Aboleth got you.”
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“How’s school going?” Joyce asks.
“Good. It’s…going good,” Mike replies. She nods and sips her hot chocolate.
“Mrs. Byers.” She looks up at him and Mike feels his heart beat faster. “Why did you make three hot chocolates?”
She takes her time to answer. “I don’t know,” she replies after a while. “It felt like the right thing to do today.”
Today. Today’s weird, Mike thinks.
“It’s March 22nd today.”
“I know.”or
what happens when Birthdaygate and Lettergate meet.
Day 3 for Byler Week: Birthdaygate/Byler gates
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24 Nov 2025
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“He isn’t dead, is he?” Veth asked quickly. “Is he?”
Jester rolled Caleb onto his back and put her ear to his chest. She listened for a moment, then shook her head. “No, no, he’s breathing. I think…I think he might be sleeping.”
Beau, who had been growing tenser and tenser as the conversation went on, relaxed slightly. “Is that all, then?” he asked. “Just…just sleeping?”
Fjord snapped his fingers. “That must’ve been a Sleep spell,” he said. “Sand is a component, if I remember right. Just slap him, he’ll wake up.”
Jester gave Caleb a flick on the forehead. He did not stir.
(or: a Dream spell gone awry sends the Mighty Nein to a place they never thought they'd go, to face memories long since buried...)
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15 Nov 2025
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They care, Steve repeats to himself. They care. People care about him. It’s not ideal, but it’s something. He can work with it. Nobody’s ever been voted Prom King after they had a breakdown in the parking lot during study hall.
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Robin hates boys. This guy’s voice sounds just as annoying as her crying does, though, so at least it isn’t just her being victimized by the bathroom tiles.
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Steve and Robin have always had something in common. It just took them a while to figure it out.
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"Look, there's...kind of a lot to explain. Can we come in?"
Steve should say no. The sane, normal, safe thing to do would be to say no.
"Yeah, okay," he says, instead. "Sure. Wipe your feet."
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or, the one where Nancy and Jonathan are vampires, and Steve still tries to fight a Demogorgon for them without quite knowing what's going on, with unintended consequences.Bookmarked by Depressed_Atlas
15 Nov 2025