KC & The Crew

How does your character relax?

- Pottery became his favorite form of relaxation and physical therapy. Working the clay was how he rebuilt the strength in his hands after he sustained nerve damage in college.

Is your character more energized in the morning, afternoon or at night?

- He’s not a morning person at all. He’s often found pacing his study at night. A habit that will continue.

Does your character work better with creative or technical endeavors?

max (is this a new max?)

(This is a new Max! His name is Maxwell “Max” Campbell and he’s part of my Bridgerton: Next Generation ‘verse/AU. Max Pembroke will always live in my heart, but as HP drifted off and I made @arrows-wizarding-ocs, I decided to primarily focus on the O’Donnell quads and as such, Max was archived.)

1.) Max Campbell is Scottish! He is either a baron or a viscount, I’m not sure which, but he is from Scotland and as such has a Scottish accent. Its strength varies depending on where he is.

2.) Max tends to be very serious. He had to grow up very quickly as his father was a reprobate who gambled away or sold off most of the title’s property that wasn’t entailed (or you know, nailed down). Thus, Max found himself being responsible for restoring the main estate’s wealth and repairing trust with his tenants.

3.) His full names is Maxwell Gordon James Campbell. His first name, Maxwell, is his paternal grandmother’s maiden name, while his middle name, Gordon, was his mother’s maiden name.

4.) Max is blonde! He has blonde hair and blue eyes and is tallish. His fc would be Jack Lowden.

5.) Max is the son-in-law of Francesca and Michael Stirling. His wife is their daughter, Janet. They’ve got an opposites attract romance in which uptight (Max) meets carefree (Janet).

Game of Survival – A Stranger Things Story: Chapter One Teaser

Ash pulled out a folded flyer she had been holding onto all day. She slid it across the counter like she was dealing cards.

Eddie stared at it for half a second before snatching it up, like he was scared it will vanish.

His eyes scanned the bold print.

THE HIDEOUT — WEDNESDAY NIGHT — LIVE MUSIC

He blinked once.

Twice.

Then he looked up at her like she just opened the gates of heaven.

"No way."

Ash's smirk broke free. "Way."

Eddie's mouth fell open, and for once, he looked genuinely speechless. An occurrence that surely didn't happen often. If ever.

"You got us a gig at the Hideout," he said, voice cracking a little on the last word like he didn't trust it.

Ash shrugged like she hadn't just handed him his biggest dream on cheap paper.

"I might've mentioned you to the guy who books the Wednesday slots. But you have to bring your own equipment. And of course, don't even think about getting any money out of it."

Eddie clutched the flyer to his chest like it was a love letter.

"You–" he began, then stopped, shaking his head like his brain couldn't keep up. "Ash. How– what did you do?"

Ash leaned on the counter, chin tilted. "I'm charming."

Eddie barked out a laugh. "You're terrifying."

"That too."

Eddie looked down at the flyer again, holding it as if it were sacred. Then his eyes flicked over her face like he was memorising it.

"Are you serious?" he asked, like he needed to hear it again.

Ash's teasing eased just a little bit. "I'm serious."

Eddie exhaled, long and shaky, and for a second, all the drama drained out of him.

Then it came rushing back twice as hard.

"That's insane!" he yelled, grinning. "The guys are gonna lose their damn minds."

She watched him like he was a dog, chasing his own tail like it was the best entertainment in the world.

"You up for some celebration after... this?" he gestured vaguely at the lobby.

Ash huffed, suddenly aware of how heavy her feet felt." I think I'm tapping out tonight."

Eddie frowned. “What? No. I'll come get you after your shift."

“I have my bike."

"It'll fit in the van," he said immediately. "We'll just–"

"Ed," she cut in, tone sharp enough to stop him cold.

He froze, then lifted his hands in surrender. "Okay, okay. I hear you. Not pushing."

But the grin was already back, unstoppable.

"We’re still celebrating," he added. "Soon. I don't care how tired you are. This is big, Ash."

She rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. Her lips parted, ready to try to calm him down again–

–and then Eddie leaned closer, over the counter, enough that she caught the scent of cigarette smoke and cheap cologne and the cold night air he dragged in with him.

His voice dropped into something quieter.

"Seriously," he said. "Thank you."

Ash cleared her throat, straightening her back. "Yeah, well… don't make me regret it.

Eddie’s grin returned. "Oh, you definitely will. Because I'm not going to shut up about this for the next year."

She forced her smirk back into place. "Get out. Gareth's waiting."

Eddie tucked the flyer into his jacket and bowed dramatically. "As you command."

He backed away slowly, still grinning at her like she hung the moon.

Then, as if he couldn't resist, he pointed at her.

"Wednesday," he said.

re-Introducing: Ash Puckett

Ash Puckett wouldn’t say she hates her life. Sure, she wishes she didn’t live in a run-down trailer on the edge of Hawkins, didn’t have to spend her weekends working at the Cinema just to help pay bills, had a normal family, and could finally get out of this town for good. Doesn’t everybody?

When her mother lands herself in the hospital yet again, Ash doesn’t think much will change. She’s worried—she always is—but it’s not like this is the first time it’s happened.

Until her father shows up and decides that this time he cares and insists she can't stay alone, causing her to move across the town with him and the picture-perfect family he crafted for himself. Ash expects the worst part will be the awkward dinners, being away from her best friend Eddie, and sharing a room with Gracie, her half-sister, but soon she's about to discover that it would be the least of her worries.

Because what's coming is bigger than her family problems. Bigger than Hawkins. Bigger than the whole world she knows.

And that is just the begging of the worst week of her life.

OC Birthdays: Jack Edward Whitten (February 28)

𝗩𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗲’𝘀 𝗗𝗮𝘆 𝗦𝗵𝗶𝗽𝘀: Jack Whitten x Sage Carridan