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bettyfrommars · 8 months

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it’s the a7x anon 😘

imagine stripper harlot reader and eddie falls for her (obviously) and he follows her to a club one night. it’s an underground club (got me thinking blood rave from blade) but shes deadly, she sucks the soul out of men in the clubs, poisons them for fun, the club is filled with different types, vampires, wolves, ghouls, but none are more desired or feared than her.

Sympathy for the Devil

eddie x demon!fem!reader

It's the mid-90's and Eddie has moved to Seattle with the rest of Corroded Coffin to get in on the music scene. He sees you one night dancing at a bachelor party and can't seem to stop thinking about you. His hunt for you takes him to a dark part of town where only monsters dare to go. wc: 2.5k

18+ONLY, grunge!eddie, descriptions of monsters, eventual smut, star-crossed lovers, Gareth, reader described as having thick hips and tattoos, exotic dancers, alcohol consumption, breathing fire. Readers dad is basically Hellboy.

Part 1: Great Balls of Fire

Part 2: Mark of the Beast

Part 3: Burn it Down

A/N: There is just so much I want to explore on this topic, I had to turn it into multiple parts. No smut in this chapter, but there will be in the next two, if there are people who want to read it. I love any reason for a good Blade blood shower. I love this anon, and I hope I did some justice to your idea.

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Eddie dropped down into the dark venue on a wing and a prayer, hoping you were working that night. He didn’t know your schedule, he only knew you from that one night two weeks ago when he was there for Jeff’s bachelor party.

Out of a sea of beautiful, scantily clad women, you stood out like a flash of lightning in a pitch black night.

He had to see you again.

“I can’t believe we’re here again, man,” Gareth complained, swiping his hair out of his face.

“What are you afraid of?” Eddie shouted over his shoulder, hoping to be heard above the throbbing, electronic music. His eyes scanned the crowd for you, or any one he remembered seeing you talk to that first night. Ahead of them, down the shadowed alcove of the venue were several dancers gyrating on poles and spreading their legs out wide for customers at the rack to hook dollar bills into their g-strings.

“I’m afraid my girl will cut my nuts off if she finds out I came here with you,” Gareth responded.

Gareth's hair was shorter than it had been when they were in high school. It was just long enough to tuck behind his ears, but still so full and curly that he had to slick it back. Eddie’s hair was much longer now, almost to his nipples, and he’d grown his bangs out, so it was more grunge rather than early 80’s metal.

“We went to see Mudhoney at the Crocodile,” Eddie confirmed. “That’s all you need to tell her. We only came here to look for someone.” They had done exactly that, and the Mudhoney show had been amazing. Corroded Coffin’s relocation to Seattle was the best decision Eddie had ever made, and he was grateful his band made the journey with him. They were all renting this old house on Capitol Hill and getting paying gigs a couple times a month—it was a dream.

But since he’d laid eyes on you—he could barely function.

You had bewitched him in the best of ways.

So, now he’d dragged Gareth back to the same strip club to look for you. He honestly didn’t expect to get your number, or even talk to you—he just needed to see you again. His eyes got so drunk on you that first night while your thick, tattooed hips worked the pole, that he craved another fix.

Once he reached the dimly lit red cocktail bar, Eddie froze. “She’s not here,” he wet his dry lips. “I mean, I don’t see her.”

“Okay, great, "Gareth tried to avert his eyes from the women on stage so that he wouldn’t feel guilty for his arousal. “Can we go now?”

But Eddie wasn’t ready to give up that easily.

“Hey,” he called over to one of the servers he remembered from the last time. She was about to carry a tray of drinks over to a table when she caught his eye and smiled.

Eddie was awkward when he didn't want to be, but on every other occasion—he possessed a decent amount of charm. Plus, this particular server was a fan of his band, he just didn’t know it.

Eddie folded some hair behind his ear and leaned closer to her. He gave her your full description, right down to the color of your eyes, and the details of a few of your tattoos, and then asked if you were working that weekend.

The server shook her head, her cheeks burning hot under Eddie's attention. “Yeah, she’s not here. I think she’s at the Devil’s Den tonight.”

Eddie squinted at Gareth and the both of them mouthed “the devil’s den” with a question mark, like they had never heard of it in all of the 2 years they’d been there.

The Devil’s Den did not advertise. You could not find it in the phone book. It was a word of mouth or friend of a friend only, and security was tight.

“Be careful,” the redhead server offered a warning as she passed Eddie her phone number on the inside of a gum wrapper. Gareth rolled his eyes as he headed for the door.

Eddie drove Gareth back to his car first.

“You sure you don’t want me to go with?” Gareth asked Eddie over the hood, tapping his fingers on the metal.

“Nah man, I’m good,” Eddie assured him, twirling his keys on his finger as he walked backwards. “You go home to your girl. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

He remembered the directions the redhead told him as he sucked down a cigarette with the window open, blowing smoke out into the crisp city night. It took him down through the east end of town, along a tunnel, and then shot him deep into the industrial district. Vacant buildings loomed like faceless gargoyles as his van rolled along the dismal expanse, void of human life.

The building was unmarked, but the address was correct; he checked it with the numbers inked on his palm several times. He parked a block away and walked over with his fists shoved deep into the pockets of his leather while scraps of paper and leaves skidded across the pavement. His long hair flew across his lips and clung there until he peeled the strand back and tucked it behind his ear again.

He could hear the music now, thudding low from inside the building as he rounded the corner.

There was a purple light coming from the open doorway, and a minotaur man with a thick tail and broad shoulders sat on a stool blowing smoke out his nostrils. Eddie heard him ask the couple ahead of him to see their IDs, so Eddie got his ready.

You just happened to be on your way out for a smoke when you saw him—-

Him.

The one you couldn’t take your eyes off of two weekends ago. The grungy boy with the long hair you couldn’t stop thinking about.

What was he doing at a monster bar? Did you want him to see you like this?

Self-consciously, you spun around, ducking your head so he wouldn’t see your horns, wondering if you should try to cover them with your hair and retract your claws.

Eddie handed the Minotaur bouncer his ID.

“What the fuck you want me to do with this?” The bouncer asked, aggressively standing up to his full height which was close to 7ft. “No humans allowed, can’t you read?” Sure enough, there was a black and white sign on the door that said: NO UNAUTHORIZED HUMANS ALLOWED.

Eddie tucked his ID back in his wallet, about to offer to try and pay the guy off when he saw you appear in the doorway.

“Oh shit,” Eddie whispered to himself. You were even more stunning than the night he first saw you. Now you have horns? He hadn't noticed them the other weekend at the club; maybe you had them tucked under your wig. He felt himself falling even harder for you in that moment. He could tell you were different, but he had no idea you were what was known in human circles as a Beastly.

“He’s with me,” you told the enormous Minotaur man, and Eddie watched him cower before you. He sat back down on his stool and bowed his head, muttering his apologies.

He had to remember not to let his jaw hang slack as you walked closer, swaying your hips as you did so, plucking a cigarette out of the pack to pop it into your mouth. He noticed that what he once thought were tattoos were actually designs that seemed like they were burned into your flesh; they glowed orange in the night as if there was lava flowing in your veins.

Eddie patted his jacket and his back pockets, forgetting where he put his lighter. Once he found it, his hand was trembling, but he took a breath and cupped his palm over the flame, leaning forward to offer it to you.

You hesitated, searching his rich brown eyes. His very human eyes: you wanted to watch them sparkle. “Do you want to see something cool?”

Eddie lowered his hands and poked his tongue out between his teeth. “Always.”

“It might freak you out,” you warned.

“I love getting freaked out.”

You held the cigarette out and blew on the end of it, producing a string of fire from your lungs. It was a soft, blue flame and Eddie watched the butt of your smoke light up and crackle with embers just as the fire disappeared behind your lips again.

“Party trick,” you took a drag, squinting one eye at him playfully.

“Can you do mine?” Eddie opened the top pocket of his jacket to pull out a smoke from his pack, while a few more bodies shuffled by on their way to the door. Two had chalk white skin with fangs, one had the snout of a pig and a green mohawk, and the other looked like she could’ve passed as human, until she stuck her tongue out at one of the other men and it was long and forked, falling almost to her chest.

They each gave Eddie a suspicious look, but when they saw you standing there, they quickly jerked their stares away.

Eddie gripped the cig between his full lips, and his eyes never left you as you leaned in. You could’ve produced a flame long enough to reach him where he was, but you decided to step in close, so that your mouth wasn’t far from his.

Your eyes met as you breathed fire. The thought occurred to you that you could take him right then; you could suck his soul out like juice from a Capri Sun and he’d never know what hit him. You could drink his essence like oxygen and fill your stomach with his charming warmth—but then you wouldn’t have him anymore, and your heart was screaming louder than your hunger.

“That’s so rad,” Eddie chuckled. He took a drag and then blew the smoke out sideways. “What other tricks do you know?”

“I think it’s your turn to do a trick,” you raised an eyebrow.

“What could a human possibly do to impress you?”

“I’m sure there are lots of ways you could impress me,” your smile was coy, and it made Eddie’s pupils widen as he admired you.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered.

But then one of the ghouls with skin that looked stapled on stepped out of the doorway and said your name.

“What is it?” You snapped. Your demeanor changed—your eyes narrowed on her.

“Sorry,” the ghoul stammered. “Um, it’s Drucilla—she says there’s a phone call for you.”

“I’ll be right there,” you grumbled, waving her off, but when you turned back to Eddie, your face softened again. “I have to go. If you’re around later we can—-”

“Yeah, I’ll wait,” Eddie said quickly. He didn’t know how long the wait would be, and he didn’t care.

You motioned for him to follow you inside, and as Eddie entered, the Minotaur bouncer grumbled: “Sorry about earlier, man.”

“It’s all good,” Eddie clapped him on his big, beefy shoulder.

There was a band at the back of the venue playing something that reminded him of Alice in Chains, and Eddie felt right at home. Everyone turned in his direction, and he followed close behind as you traveled down a few carpeted steps to the long, low-lit bar along the wall. Your tail flicked from side to side as you walked, and he smiled to himself when he noticed it.

You swatted the bar with your hand to get Danny’s attention. The wolfman bartender stopped the conversation he was having mid-sentence and rushed over.

“He’s with me,” you told Danny, motioning over your shoulder to a bewildered Eddie. “Anyone fucks with him, and I’ll rip their head off.”

You meant it literally, and Danny knew that.

“I’ll keep an eye on your pet,” Danny nodded as he cleaned a glass with a towel. He made eye contact with Eddie and ran his tongue over his sharp teeth.

Eddie sank down onto a stool at the bar and watched you go, his heart hammering in his chest. There were two exotic dancers in cages on either side of the dancefloor, and one looked like she had reptilian skin with an alligator tail. The action on the main floor was more of a mosh pit than actual dancing, and he knew the guys from his band would dig this place. He wondered what you would think of his music if you saw him perform. Maybe he could do a few tricks for you on stage. He wanted to look out and see you in the crowd and know you were his.

“What can I get you?” Danny asked, flipping a coaster in front of Eddie with a furry hand.

Flustered at his choices, Eddie ordered a beer, and then he leaned in. “Hey, what is her story? Why does everyone seem so…afraid of her?”

“You mean you don’t know who she is?” Danny raised both hairy eyebrows at him as he popped the cap on his beer.

Eddie shrugged. “I have no idea, man. This isn’t my scene.”

Danny came forward and put his hairy forearms on the bar. “Yeah well, her dad is the head Devil in charge of all of this,” he gestured around. “He runs the underground Beast Mob, and everyone is scared shitless of him.” Danny scooted Eddie’s beer forward, giving him a pointed look. “And you should be too. He hates humans.”

Eddie swallowed hard. “I’m pretty good with parents,” he mumbled.

He sat there for a while and sipped his beer, taking in the scenery and the other monsters, when he caught sight of you weaving your way back through the crowd. Everyone you walked by seemed to beg to touch you or talk to you; a couple of them even bowed. He wanted to have you on his arm, to feel the fire from your lungs burn his skin.

“Hey,” the person behind Eddie tapped his shoulder, and Eddie spun around to find an orc-looking guy with two tusks jutting up from his bottom teeth.

“Yeah, man, what’s up?”

The orc glanced over Eddie’s shoulder at you, and then regarded him with a serious gaze. “Be careful with that one, son. She will feast on your soul and drain you dry.”

Eddie turned to see you watching him from across the way, and you offered a shy wave. Your short horns looked sharp and ready for battle; the marks in your skin glowed like neon.

Eddie sighed wistfully. “Damn, I really hope so.”

#Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson fic #Eddie Munson x reader #fem reader #Eddie Munson monster #monster fic #Stranger Things #Stranger things fic #monsterfucker #monsterfucking

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risathefairyofshampoo · 4 months

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What is Antons' ideal type? ♡

(December 27th, 2023) Requested

Disclaimer: Everything is based on tarot and my intuition. I don't know these idols personally. Take everything that I say with a grain of salt. Let's get started! :)

Ace of Wands, The Devil (R), The High Priestess (R), Nine of Pentacles (R), The Hanged Man, Three of Cups

Anton would like a partner that stays. He is into serious relationships. A partner who is fun to be around and spontaneous.

A relationship with a lot of passion and exciting nights. He is into high sexual tension.

Anton wants someone who is clingy and showers him with love, but sometimes it would be better if they don't. He likes it if someone shows him that they love him, but it might be too much for him sometimes.

He would prefer someone who has the same interests, views and goals as him.

He wants a stable and secure relationship. He wants to know that his partner can take care of themselves, and Anton would like it if they also have a job and a good income. He doesn't want them to be dependent on him!

Anton likes beautiful people. Someone who is stylish, graceful and elegant.

I'd say he is into women.

And he won't let anyone into his life like that! There are some high standards!

I see him falling in love with someone he knows. Might it be through work or through his friends.

He also takes time when it comes to confessing as he thinks about how a relationship would be between him and the person he likes!

Visuals/Looks

dreamy, pretty face, skinny/fit, mid to long hair, boobs, foreign looks, soft

#riize anton #kpop tarot #lee chanyoung #kpop #kpopidol #tarot #aesthetic #music #hybe labels #tarot reading #tarot cards #sm entertainment #kpop bg #riize

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luc3 · 6 months

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Hair. (French Folks Traditions.) part 1.

In Pliny (Natural History, book 11) it is mentioned that man is the one of all animals who has the longest hair, especially the "hairy", inhabitants of the Alps and Gaul.

For a long time, women's hair has been a sexual symbol that should be hidden with a veil or a bonnet. Since the Middle Ages, only young girls have the right to go out bareheaded. According to demonologists, devils have a particular taste for women's hair.

To comb your hair :

In the 19th century, to have beautiful hair and find a husband, you had to comb your hair in the moonlight (Provence.)

However, if a woman combs her hair while walking in the countryside, evil spirits will immediately come and grab her by the hair (Alpes-Maritimes.)

In Normandy, surprising a woman combing her hair when you enter a house is a bad omen.

In Puy de Dôme, the woman who wants to receive communion in church must comb her hair the day before midnight, but never the same day.

In the 17th century, Abbot Thiers reported that combing your hair on Friday brought lice.

Cutting your hair : The phases of the moon have a direct influence on the growth and beauty of hair. Depending on the region, opinions differ as to the best time :

They must be cut at the new moon but they will fall early (Vosges, Berry.)

They must be cut at the end of the new moon, but never during the full moon if you do not want to get sick. (Côtes d’Armor.)

In Poitou, it is recommended not to cut children's hair in May, lest they go crazy.

We avoid colds if we cut them on Friday in Bas Languedoc.

In the Northern Alps, the new moon was preferred, but it had to be absolutely waxing. At that time the hair grew back quickly and vigorously.

Magic Medicine :

Recipe to avoid losing your hair (Lorraine) : apply to your scalp a wild cat skin that has been soaked with cow urine for 7 days. Then rub your head with butter made with the milk of a black cow that does not go to pasture, or wash your head with sow's milk.

To avoid being hoarse, there's nothing like a lock of hair stuffed in your mouth (Brittany.)

To avoid headaches all year round, you must comb your hair before sunrise on Good Friday, in Moselle.

[Excerpts taken from M.C Delmas in Dictionnaire de la France Mystérieuse, and from my grandmother's memories.]

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Part 2 "love magic" here.

#Hair #French Folks Traditions #Delmas #Thiers

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dreamerwithoutadirection · 11 months

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Look What You Made Me Do

Min Yoongi was not a man to play, what he desired, he got.

Warning: Yandere, Possessive, Manipulation

P.S: Took longer than expected :( Hope you all like it! Please ignore the typos, I have not proof-read.

“It has been decided that you will get married to Lord Min, at the end of month.” Lord Yoo said to his eldest daughter.

This was bad, so so bad. Hana was shocked, surprised, scared and worried all at once.

“I..I..” she stuttered too overwhelmed to speak..

Lord Yoo sighed, he loved his daughter…he knew she wanted to travel and learn. She always had a flair for languages. But he was on the verge of bankruptcy…and his recent losing of his position of Ministry of Defence has already added to his guilt and burden. But what could he do? He needed money and position for his younger daughters and Taxation Minister Lord Min’s offer of money and position in his ministry in exchange of wedding with Hana would change the future of him and his family.

With hard eyes and heart, Lord Yoo spoke in a firm and final voice, “As the head of this house, I have decided that you are getting married. And that’s final. You are lucky that Lord Min even wants to do something with us after the recent debacle with the King.”

Hana had seen Lord Min before. His cat like eyes with the deep mark across had left her scared when she had first seen him.

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Min Yoongi was a man of few words with a mind as sharp as a sword. But perhaps his greatest virtue was patience. And patient was he. It had been an year since he had first seen her in a banquet party held by the King. Mingling among her friends, somehow, she had stood out when their eyes met. She looked scared back then. As if she had just seen a devil. And unknown to her, she had sold her soul as well.

For an year after the party, he was haunted by her beautiful brown eyes. And tormented by the question of who was she? So, he looked for her. It wasn’t easy as women seldom left the house. So, when the king organised the party once again, Yoongi knew his chance was here. It didn’t take long to know that she was Defence Minister Yoo’s daughter. Power and money can do wonders to know enough about someone.

“You are really in love with her, hyung?” Yoongi heard Hoseok while sitting with his group of close friends of years. Love? The word felt too measly for what Yoongi was experiencing right now.

“Maybe..I feel curious definitely”

“So, you are saying if I went now and talked to her, you wouldn’t mind?”

Yoongi was on Namjoon in a second, “Don’t try me”, he grunted.

Seokjin sighed, these kids cannot not fight…even after gaining respectable positions! “Separate at once! You both are now adults and we are in presence of the King, keep your tantrums in check.”

Yoongi glared at Namjoon before returning to his seat. “What I feel about her is not anyone’s concern.”

“But hyung, if you are in love with the lady, that would be so cool! You know her dad is really corrupt…wouldn’t be a problem in taking that old fool down.”

“Hmmm…interesting suggesting Kookie”

Taehyung ruffled Jungkook’s hair to tease him. “Hyaa…I am 24 now, don’t call me that! I have a reputation to maintain!” Jungkook whined.

“You know, Yoongi, if it’s what I believe it is..I think you need to act fast,” muttered Seokjin.

“What do you mean, hyung?” frowned Namjoon.

“He’s looking for a match for Lady Hana I have heard..and from what I see..you are just as smitten with her as I am with my wife….if he resists too much…there’s nothing that I cannot manipulate for him to fall in your lap. After all it wouldn’t be hard to pin the recent missing of treasure on him in my investigation.”

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“Lord Yoo, how are you?”

“Oh..Lord Min..it’s the same old story of being overburdened with work. Parties like these do give us respite ain’t it?”

“Hmm..” Yoongi gruffed, eyes searching his bambi. “I heard you are looking for a groom for your eldest daughter.”

“I am indeed, but for my second daughter, Mi-joo, who is of age now…” Lord Yoo said fondly.

“Lord Yoo, what about your eldest..what’s her name..yes Hana..she’s 22 right now isn’t she? A bit late for marriage?”

“She’s not ready for marriage yet..Min Yoongi” Lord Yoo spoke harshly.

“Hmm..you know I thought this will be a civil conversation. But I suppose you don’t do civil” Yoongi laughed and then his eyes turned more feline if possible “I will make this clear to you. I like your daughter Hana, and I will be coming to your house this week with my parents with a marriage proposal and you old man are going to say fucking yes.”

Lord Yoo got up suddenly, spilling the drink on the table and said, “Why would I want a man like you for my beloved daughter? With that scar so big, I doubt, you will find anyone. Don’t test me young man. I can destroy you in second.��

Poor Lord Yoo did not know what was about to come for him. A fortnight later, he got summoned by the King over the charges of stealing from the national treasures.

Yoongi smirked standing in the King’s court seeing his hyung alledge false charges on Lord Yoo..caught you. I am coming for you, jagi..we’ll be together..soon.

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Hana had to talk to Lord Min and convince him otherwise! She cannot marry him..not when he scared the soul out of her. She had felt his eyes all night on her a fortnight ago. And it made her feel sick to the stomach. She knew in her gut he was not a good man..a pretty sight with a devil’s soul.

And so Hana did, what she does best..she escaped her house and went to find Min Yoongi. It wasn’t difficult to find him..as if he was waiting for her to come out of her den. As she walked in the sombre room at the courtesans place, she saw him sitting with a drink in hand. Looking all so powerful, magnificent and a sinister smile decorating his face.

“Hana, jagiya...welcome..I was expecting you. After all, you always had a fighting spirit..and you know I love that about you. Always standing up for yourself.”

Jagi? Why was he calling her jagi! He didn’t even know her! “Lord Min..I..have come to talk to your regarding the marriage proposal you have sent.”

“Yes, sure, my love! Don’t worry..our marriage will be an event to behold. I cannot wait to see you dressed for me..prettily..you’ll be finally by my side..like you have always meant to be. But before that come sit, near me..why are you standing so far.”

Hana pressed herself against the door more, if possible. She did not want to go anywhere near him. He was too dangerous.

“Lord Min. I have come to inform you that I cannot marry you. Please find someone else for your affections, for I don’t return them.”

Yoongi sighed. This will not go as smoothly as he hoped.

Just as Hana was opening the door to go, she felt herself being turned around. Her back hit the wall harshly, as she looked up to see Lord Min too close to her. He looked so much more terrifying…eyeing her up..with emotions she could not understand. But whatever it was, it was not love..his eyes did not hold love but something dark and vile.

“I was trying to be patient love, but you don’t like patience it seems. So, let me reiterate to you..you..”, he cupped her face..“were mine..since the day I saw you” and then Hana felt his lips on her..all at once everywhere “mine..mine…mine”

Yoongi rasped, “If you don’t want your old man to be dead..be a doll..love and start preparing for our marriage..if you dare go against me..you know your sisters also have to get married, right?”

Hana felt herself crashing down..with Lord Min’s head buried in her neck..kissing her..marking her neck for the world to see. There’s no escaping, is it?

#yandere bts #dark bts #bts yandere #yandere yoongi

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vintagehellfire · 9 months

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All For Show | E.M

musician!Eddie x showgirl!reader

summary: 1955 New York City, where dreams come true. You get to dance and perform for crowds every night, bringing in good money for yourself and for daddy’s jazz club. The regulars love you, the women envy you, and the musicians are strictly banned from flirting with you (and the other dancers of course). This wasn’t a problem until your father up and coming musician Eddie Munson to perform at his jazz club. Eddie was the first man to catch your eye, and you the first performer to be worth his time, and your fathers wrath.

warnings: implied female reader, mysoginy, eventual smut, swearing, no use of y/n, nudity, drugs, smoking, slow-burn, alcohol, anger issues, controlling father, mentions of assault/implied assault (against reader), 18+ only. mdni

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The utterance of the three simple words had your head reeling, an informality at best, an extension of some private and more intimate privilege at worst. Admittedly, the name suited him far better than the formal nature your father addressed the man in. Nothing about Eddie could be labeled as formal much to your fathers chagrin. His unruly hair, tied up in a crows nest of a bun, little curls falling out from in front of his ears. His button up shirt was a little wrinkled, a product of sweating under the hot lights of the stage, but he wore it so well. He gave the impression that he worked a hard day's labour and was finally given a moment of reprieve. The energy Eddie exuded was nothing if not easy going, the slender cigarette tucked between his index and middle finger, brought gently to kiss the space between his lips. An inhale, a held breath, a gentle exhale, and possibly just the prettiest twists of smoke you might have ever bore witness to. As he drew the cancerous vice away from his mouth, he dropped his arm, sleeves slipping back down to cover his inked arms. And god what you’d do to be held in his arms, tasting his lips.

You bashfully introduced yourself, cheeks heating at the realisation that you’ve been staring at this man for far too long, however it’s not like he hadn’t been taking you in either. The pout to your red lips, your beautiful and wide eyes that were accentuated by a nice little flick of a cat eye, the tail of your eyeliner coming to a point so sharp that he would have thought you took a blade to draw it on. Your perfectly coiffed hair bounced with volume, and your robe left little to the imagination, especially after such a show you had put on. You extended a manicured hand out to the man, and with a small second of hesitation, and an approving nod from your father, Eddie shook your it. As soon as his rough and calloused hand slid into your delicate one, there was a spark that went off, something that made you never want to relinquish the privilege you were just granted. In that same moment, neurons started firing on the musician’s end. His split second thoughts went to insecurity over the contrast that was the delicate nature of your skin versus the used and abused workers hands. There wasn’t a way you should have enjoyed the feeling of sandpaper skin against silk, yet it was of note that his hands were not that of sandpaper, no. They were workers' hands and yet they held a lightness to them, a certain airiness that wasn’t often found in the hands of men.

“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” You let out, voice casually sultry — your father was simple enough to think it was still the act you were putting on, after all it was good for the reputation of the club if you kept appearances — the reality was much worse, the reality was that Eddie had simple stolen any ounce of breath you held in your lungs. How could he not?

“Likewise, sweetheart.” Breathed out the man with doe eyes. You could have sworn your heart stopped at the pet name, you could have given yourself away had you not been a good enough actress, and yet you tried to remain composed as one of the only men to have been able to capture your attention was so cavalier as to utter such sweet words in front of your father. Your eyes locked onto his, not daring look away because if you did, how were you supposed to memorise the galaxies in his irises and commit them to memory for years to come if you did? How would you live with yourself if you didn’t remember the man that had your breath hitch from the second you spotted him? Your father cleared his throat, interrupting the intense staring contest you and Eddie had gotten yourselves into. Both your hands dropped to your sides at that.

“Now kids,” you father started, “there’s a rehearsal tomorrow, Munson here has got a new song he’s been toying with, haven’t ‘cha, son?” He asks, patting Eddie on the back harshly. That was just how your father was, however; ever intense and without comprehension of other’s personal space.

“Hmm? Oh yeah!” Eddie let out. “It’s this really lovely piece called Pink Pussycat, I think it would be right up your alley, sweetheart.” There it was again, that little pet name. “I’d need to steal you away for a few hours tomorrow afternoon — if that’s alright with your old man of course,” he received a curt nod from your father. “I know it’s last minute but I’d at least like to try.” He lets out, a smile creeping onto his lips. “Besides, how are we to coordinate your dance numbers if you don’t know the songs you’re dancing to?” He asked with a wink, dimples becoming more prominent the wider he smiled. Your heart melted at his words and your eyes slowly trailed down to his perfect lips, his entrancing dimples. You swore he smiled with his whole face, eyes shining with a glint of mischief. You bit your lip as you looked to the floor, providing Eddie with a nod in agreement.

“Alright, pretty boy, you bring up a valid point.” Your lips split into a mischievous grin. Eddie could have sworn his heart leapt into his throat at the casual flirtation, his figure stiffening up. Surely you were like that with everybody, it was a lot easier to tell himself that you were rather than overthink and speculate why you were choosing to lightly flirt with him in the presence of your father. He shook it off and returned a blank expression. He couldn’t let himself feel this way about you, especially with your father owning the club. Your father, who had made it clear that any sort of flirtation or affair was strictly forbidden with you. Eddie couldn’t help but get lost in your words, your eyes, and he couldn’t help maybe get a little lost in the promise that the flirtation hinted at but he was doing his best not to. “Just give me a time and a place, and I’ll be there.” You flashed him your angelic smile, bright red lips tugging at the corners, eyes crinkling with smoothed out crows feet. The musician couldn’t help but crack a smile in return, yours becoming infectious like a disease but he couldn’t help but want more of it.

The following morning you sauntered into the bar, nerves eating you alive with the anticipation that you’d get to see Eddie. Your mind ran itself into the gutter the previous night, tempting you with what you couldn’t have, with what was just under your nose and yet so far away, buried deep in what should have been a bottomless grave. Your father would never allow for such a thing, going steady with a club musician, much less a beatnick jazz musician that played at his club. Your heels clacked on the floor with every confident step you took, heart hammering into your chest as you approached the stage. Daddy wouldn’t be in until at least noon, a shipment of rye coming in rather late for his liking, and so he trusted you to not get into too much trouble. Somehow, trouble always found you.

“Fancy seeing you so early, sweetheart.” The voice mused. You quickly shot your head towards the source, cheeks heating at the pet name. As soon as you laid eyes on Eddie, the sinful cigarette perched upon his bottom lip, a deep inhale, had smoke curling out from his parted mouth. He blew out the blue-grey whisps gently, making sure not to blow the cancerous substance towards you. Not once had you believed that such a habit could be so alluring, and yet here was Eddie Munson, already altering how you saw such mundane everyday habits.

“Thought I’d sneak in some practice time before father gets here. He likes giving some of the morning crowd a show sometimes, but the pressure of him being there as well isn’t always welcome believe it or not.” You admit bashfully. You’d rather not dance for the morning crowd but sometimes it helped to get some practice in front of the regulars. Delores often came in for her coffee and to read the paper, solving the crossword in the company of your father while he made sure to take care of the grime and dishes from the previous night. Harold would come in after a long night shift, as for the on the rocks and down it while he listened to Delores rattle off crossword clues as if it was this morning's news. There was also Gus who would swing by for his coffee and idle chat with father, asking about any up and coming musicians he should keep an eye on.

“Well alright then snake,” Eddie laughed out, “let’s rattle.” A mischievous smile graced his lips as he stubbed out his cigarette. He slid behind the piano that found home up on the stage and he found a sort of solace being behind the instrument. He belonged and it was as if he commanded the piano to play the music. He was its master, not the other way around. He commanded the music, the music didn’t command him and as soon as his fingers brushed against the keys, the rhythm swept you off your feet and you began moving in what seemed like the most natural and sensuous way you knew. You were the perfect example of the music mastering you, guiding you. The music was your partner and you didn’t need anybody but it. Surprisingly, you found yourself longing for a new partner, and he so happened to be across the room, brown pools darting down towards the ivory keys in a hurry, knowing he was caught staring at you.

The theme echoed through the music hall, allowing you to sway your hips slowly to the tune. Without the eyes of those close to you trickling across your figure, you dared approach Eddie, putting on a little performance for him, bending over and dragging your body up along your legs before you flipped your hair back, tossing a look over your shoulder and supplying him with the most suggestive wink. With that you sauntered across the stage making your way down low to your knees, spreading your legs slowly, leaning into the way the music moved you. If Eddie weren’t so dedicated to his job, god he would have lost it there and then. He was sure that he had made some devil angry enough to send this angel to him and forbid him from ever having a taste of heaven. If the world were on his side he’d be up there dancing jive with you, swinging you in his strong arms, if the world were on his side he would have met you before being hired by your fathers club, but the world was rarely on his side. God, the devil, however you wanted to put it, was decidedly against Eddie Munson and so that being the reality he would have to work to tamper his feelings down, beating them to a pulp.

It wasn’t long before you got a routine down, running over it a couple of times before you had gone to change into costume in order to give your father a show of what was to come. He was usually the one to see your routine and cheer you on, and it was his stamp of approval, a little kiss to the forehead, and let you know that it was an exquisite performance. And so that was what you planned to do, you got changed and in the early evening you nudged Eddie to start playing the intro to the song while you shook off your nerves backstage. As the first notes rang through, you stepped out, extending your smooth leg out from behind the velvet curtain, dragging your gloved hand along your thigh, before completely stepping out and slowly taking the lace gloves off, trailing them along your body in a similar fashion that a lover’s hands would. It made Eddie jealous yet there wasn’t anything to be jealous of. They were just a silk fabric after all, not the hands of a patron, a lover, or any man worthy of your time. You made your way up to an empty chair in the front, swinging your legs over it and enacting shoving your gloves in someone’s mouth before harshly pushing away and walking back to the stage, dropping slowly to your knees, spreading your legs out, then tucking them under and rolling, pulling the strings off your robe, allowing it to drop. Another 180° turn and you got up, ass high in the air, exposing your behind, covered in nothing but a lace thong and garter belt, the straps digging into the fat of your ass.

Eddie did not falter in his performance despite his mouth running as dry as the Sahara Desert. His tongue felt heavy, like sand had pooled itself up into his throat and no amount of water could cure this thirst. Of course it wouldn’t for it wasn’t what he was thirsting after, no, his need could only be quenched by something unattainable, something so far out of reach that he would find himself hallucinating before he could even feel a drop of relief on his tongue.

Your exhibition continued on and it seemed your father was happy with the performance to come, and even more so with the confidence the musicians exhumed. Ever since he brought that Munson man on it seemed that everyone was on their best game — it was undeniable — it was a solid choice and he would hope to not regret it. After your little practice you headed backstage to cool off and get ready for the night show, thinking you might be able to get some food and a drink in before the patrons would come in, after all, you needed something of substance. Nerves began to overtake your body, tonight was an important night, Friday nights usually were. The beginning of bender weekends where folks of all kinds of coloured backgrounds would come witness your performances before being invited to perform some of their own gigs. It was more or less an open mic night after your introductory performance — start the night off with a bang and encourage other performers to saunter up into the spotlight. If the music moved you enough you’d often come in for another little dance or two, practically flirting with the music, that’s when the real party started. The beatnicks would always bring a little powder or grass and in combination with the rye your father managed to get his hands on after the prohibition the weekends were a sure fire sock hop.

You slipped your black robe on and pocketed your metal cigarette case before stepping out, door closing softly behind you, the dim light bathing you in a warm glow. You inhale deeply before opting to pull out and light the thin tube of tobacco. You wished deeply that you were taught to roll your own, but that wasn’t very lady-like as your father put it, a phrase you grew to resent over time. You didn’t get very far in your search for sustenance before you bumped into someone’s chest.

“Oh, pardon me!” You exclaimed in surprise, smoke wafting around you. As soon as your eyes made contact with the body, eyes trailing up to meet the stranger’s figure, your mouth ran dry and not from the cigarettes you were smoking. “Oh, Eddie, please excuse me, I didn’t mean to barrel into you.” An unknown heat crept up to your cheeks, it wasn’t embarrassment, no, it was something foreign to you.

“No need to apologise, darling,” He exhaled, a glazed look overtaking his big brown eyes, “I actually wanted to come give you this.” He held out his hands, long fingers curling around a plate of toast, a bowl of roasted tomato soup sitting on top, balancing delicately, steaming and ready to be downed. “Your father he uh, he thought he should bring it over but I wanted to tell you to break a leg. You’re one of the best performers I’ve had the pleasure to work with and it’s not likely I’ll be able to get many words in after tonight.” A nod was sent his way before you reached out for the plate, dainty and warm hands wrapping around the porcelain. It wasn’t lost on either of you that you made contact with the calloused and slightly worn skin of the musician. If you were being honest, you took this opportunity as an excuse to confirm the wave that rushed through you at his touch, to confirm it wasn’t a fluke or just a figment of either of your imaginations. Your heart rate spiked dramatically as a smile reached his face, dimples inset in his cheeks, the corners of his eyes crinkling with little crow’s feet. The moment gave away just how much he smiled, a happiness that made a permanent reminder in his features, one that you were jealous of — it’s not that you weren’t happy per se, it’s just that your life wasn’t all that it was chalked up to be.

“Thank you, Eddie.” You whispered his name as if it was sacred, a mantra that you could pray over - an idol to worship in pure sin. He was a temptation sent by the devil himself and yet he was angelic in his being. He exuded a light that rarely captured a being, a light so bright that it caught your attention and commanded it. He was the false idol you dropped to your knees for, dancing to the rhythm he set, and he was none the wiser.

“It’s not a problem, sweetheart.” He offered you a gentle nod before his smile dropped. He shouldn’t have even offered to bring you your meal.What if your father were to catch on to his infatuation? He didn’t even really know you and that was the way it should stay no matter how much you commanded his attention even from across the room. Eddie was sure that he’d be able to pick you out of a crowd with one glance but he shouldn’t be able to — this is something he had to put a stop to if he was being truthful with himself, with you both. He didn’t want to cause problems for you, job honestly be damned. If losing his job meant that he might get a shot with you, who was he to stay at this club? Sure it was a club on 52nd and conveniently close to his apartment, but he’d perform down in Greenwich Village- no, no. He had to snap himself out of his.

“Hey, uh, Eddie, do you care to join me?” You boldly asked, moving your body aside and starting to open your dressing room door. “I don’t really favour eating alone.” It was a bold move on your part, and you saw him stiffen up. This could be dangerous for you both if your father were to find out about it and he didn’t want to put you in any sort of position. An expression of hesitation painted itself across his features, sucking his bottom lip in, eyes darting from side to side anxiously as if he were being watched.

“Look, uh… I don’t think that’s such a good idea. Best keep this professional and all. You wouldn’t want to upset your daddy, and I have a contract to fulfill. You understand, don’t you?” He shifted uncertainly. He didn’t want to do this but it was needed, part of you understanding but a deeper part of you feeling your heart plummet. It felt drenched in ice water, weighted down and dragged to the coldest depths of the ocean.

“Of course,” you let you, tone shifting to something hollow and detached, “thank you, Mr. Munson.” You grabbed the plate from him, opening the door to your dressing room and slipping inside without sparing him so much as another look. As you closed the door you thought you heard a quiet hiss of ‘way to go Munson’ before footsteps backed away from your door. You allowed the plate and bowl to clatter against your dressing room vanity, not willing to look at the food your father must have provided you with. Bile rises in your throat at the rejection - it wasn’t something you were used to from strangers and certainly not the club regulars, it something you were more used to from those closest to you, but Eddie wasn’t close to you — he wasn’t a club regular either — and yet somehow this stung worse than the rejection your mother offered you time after time or the rejection of any suitor that your father would impose. Suddenly this sadness shifted to something entirely different, an anger that you didn’t know you harboured. You stood quickly, making a last minute costume change before ripping your dressing room door open and heading down to the bar for a pre show drink.

Kip, the new part time busboy and bartender, was the one serving drinks, he was young with a shock of freckles across his high cheekbones, moussey red hair sat perfectly coiffed on top of his head. He wasn’t what you’d call particularly handsome but he was someone most women thought was easy on the eyes but he wasn’t Eddie. You called him over and ordered a Giblet, asking him to make it extra strong for you and he did so with pleasure, showing off his skills. He served it to you in a gold rimmed coupe and delicately placed it on a black napkin. You barely paid him any mind as you took the stem of the glass with your manicured hands and brought the coupe to your lips. You sipped it, too distracted by the way that the club patrons came and went like clockwork. A few would sit at their usual tables, moving when they found their friends, some would stay for a drink and leave, but within 30 minutes the show goers and beatniks were there to stay and relish in the show that was about to be put on. Cigarette smoke filled the air with a cloudy grey hue, creating a heavy set mood, a mood filled with want — there was an undeniable underlying energy, an antsy one at that.

Slowly you finished your drink, wiping the last few drops off your bottom lip with the rough pad of your thumb, a streak of red being left on it after your lipstick. I’ll have to reapply it, you think to yourself about the waxy substance. So with a few long strides you leave your bar stool and head over to grab your lipstick from your dressing room, hurrying so as to not be late to start your show. You were never late, you were always on queue, allowing the musicians to count you in with a four bar intro before the song flowed into a more suggestive beat. Tonight was no exception, however; plans had changed for your little number. If it was seductive before it was downright filthy now. A not so coy plan to get Eddie to notice you, to pay him back for the embarrassment of not having dinner with you. You just wanted to be kind, you weren’t expecting much more from him — you knew your dad might not see it that way, and of course you didn’t want to risk the man’s job, but a selfish part of you wanted to get to know him. The flirting between you was obvious despite the few interactions you’ve both had, and the coldness that Eddie exuded after your extended invitation was a little bit strange, as if he was trying to hold back on something.

As soon as the lights went down in the bar, hushed whispers fell across the crowd, a few abrasive and high whistles traveled through the air but found themselves landing on deaf ears. You cared for nobody’s opinions or cat calls, you only cared to perform. It gave you a certain thrill to be up on stage under the spotlights, and so when the anacrusis and fours following bars queued you in. Your outfit change took not only your father but the musicians by surprise as well. It was a lot more revealing than you had originally planned. A black lace bra adorned your chest, with a black suspender belt hugging your waist just right. You abandoned your corset completely and wore a sheer robe over your costume. You left nothing to the imagination with your sheet thong, the suspender belt holding your stockings up, digging into the meat of your thighs. Your stilettos accentuated the length of your legs, creating the illusion that you were taller than you realistically were and this fed particularly well into when you’d bend over.

As you emerged onto the scene, you feigned modesty, one leg out the curtain while running your hand delicately along the soft skin. As you stepped out holding a feathered fan in a satin gloved hand you peaked your wide eyes over the top, raising your shoulder gently and throwing an innocent glance towards the patrons of the front row. You fanned yourself as you made your way up to the Victorian style chair in the middle of the scene and you straddled it, closing your fan and tossing it towards the crowd while they cheered. In that moment you dropped your robe, revealing the lack of clothing that adorned your body. With a backbend your hair dropped, breasts nearly spilling from your bra, you sank lower and lower before pulling yourself back up slowly. Someone threw their tie to you on stage and you made good use of it, picking it up and running it down your back and across the tender flesh of your ass. You leaned into it suggestively, swinging your hips from side to side much like the pendulum of an old grandfather clock. Eyes were locked onto your movements, men left drooling over your sultry new routine, but you had yet to capture the attention of a certain musician. You upped your game a little more at this realisation, swinging the chair closer to the piano bench and hoisting your leg up on it, you twirled the tie before standing up on the chair and tipping it back with a foot on the backrest. You gently landed on the piano, rolling your back across it, legs high in the air before resting on its surface, stomach down, the tie being gently placed around Eddie's neck.

It was just then that he dared look up at you and a heat overtook his body, crawling its way, unbearably, to his neck. He had nearly slipped up on the piece that he had been preparing for weeks, initially planning just to play it at some other jazz club off of 6th, but the opportunity here lended itself nicely. He slurred the notes together seamlessly, not tipping your father off, nor the poor men in the front row who he thought were more deserving of your attention — especially if you were working for tips. That didn’t seem to matter anymore, not after you rolled off the shiny black piano top and strode across the stage, making time to roll, tumble, and lift your hips to meet nothing but the empty air, making a show of getting up, ass high in the air.

Your little performance continued on with a few lap dances in between, eyes locked onto Eddie as you did so, sending him a small wink when he would look up from the black and white keys that his fingers expertly worked. He knew what he was doing just as well as a mechanic knows his well oiled machines. His eyes left the keys and yet he continued playing, fingers having deftly memorised each position. As the last note rang out, Eddie’s last shallow breath left his lips before he hurriedly excused himself. You, however, waited until the lights went out before slipping behind the velvet curtain, ready to change into a more comfortable dress for the rest of the evening. You wouldn’t be joining in any more dances unless it was some jive or swing, you needed a quicker pace to get rid of the adrenaline that coursed its way through your veins.

There was an anxiety that clouded you all of a sudden, what if you’d gone too far? After all, you didn’t know Eddie, just that he seemed to have captured your attention the second he stepped foot into the room. You knew his smile was infectious and that whatever he was making you feel was not something that usually overtook you, and never this strongly.

As soon as you shoved the second set of curtains aside you opted to make your way down the winding hall and to your dressing room. The lights were too hot, too many eyes were on you tonight and frankly you needed a minute to catch your breath. Nothing could have prepared you for the gruff pair of unwelcome hands shoving you up against the cool béton of the adjacent wall. After the initial shock wore off your watering eyes landed on the source of such aggression — the shock of red hair gave it away, a darkness painted across his features, a want filled with lust and rage. He might as well have been seeing an acrid crimson across his vision with the expression he wore.

“How about you be a doll and help a man out, peach.” He spat out the nickname, venom dripping black from his tongue. “You got us all riled up for nuttin’, and no relief either.” His breath felt hot, stale and bitter notes hung onto it like one might hold onto bitter memories, hoping that one day they might resolve or taste sweeter than they do. Like wanting to turn mead back into honey, it wouldn’t happen.

You shoved him away as best you could, pushing against his shoulders but his hand came around your neck, an unwelcome sensation as best, suffocating at worst. It stole the little breath you had left in your lungs as you choked out a muffled cry for help. Meek, trying, yet your words weren’t strong enough and eventually began to get caught in your throat. You brought your knee up to hit him in the family jewels, hoping that you’d render them invaluable but before you could feel the impact of your knee against the soft and unprotected parts of the man before you, a violent pull pried the redheaded busboy off of you.

“Don’t you fucking lay your hands on them ever again.” The deep voice rumbled out with such ferocity that you almost didn’t recognise it. “Why don’t you shag* before I lose my cool, you sunofabitch?” You looked up to see a man possessed, his voice wildly different from the warm tones he spoke to you in, the one that had been a little more than hot and cold with you, one that soothed you like thyme and honey soothed a sore throat. The one that you decided in that moment you would want protecting you so long as you had the privilege of it.

*Shag: To get lost, to leave

a/n: hey sorry if the formatting is weird or off, I’m on mobile as my computer ate shit before I got around to writing/posting this. Anyway, here it is, longer than the first part,and hopefully they just keep getting longer from here on out. Thanks for reading!!

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Part I

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #all for show #1950s #1960s #stranger things #New York #musician!eddie #showgirl!reader #eddie x reader #music #musician!eddiexreader #heartbreak #this story is based on a haunting I heard about in a podcast lmao

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ok long ramble up ahead — tw kinda gorey descriptions, eye stuff

so i have what i call ‘solo’ ocs - which are ocs that i created without a story (at first at least) and they don’t really have a fleshed out cast of supporting characters and ive been sooooo obsessed with them lately so here’s what tarot cards i think fit them best and what the designs of them on those cards would be

Devil’s Advocate (D.A.) / Daisy as The Devil - okay this fits too easily but you must also know that she’s a LAWYER. and i decided that The Devil fit better than Justice. why - other than the fact that she just is a devil, one of the meanings attributed to the card (from a quick search) is shadow selves and Daisy’s thing is all about how she’s escaping all the expectations and the image of this ‘sweet, innocent’ little girl who can’t be taken seriously, to instead be this free devil, when everyone thinks the old Daisy is dead. some of the other meaning (especially the reverse ones) also kinda fit too !!

but ANYWAY onto the design of the card : she’s (of course) the devil and i imagine her leaning on the judge’s stand very lazily. she’s in this classy angular suit and has grey skin and fire hair billowing up. her sharp teeth are bared in a grin and she’s a got a hand with pointed claws gestured up beside her. on one side of her is the shadowy figure of the prosecutor (yeahhh she’s an attorney), who is much smaller than her on the card, and on the other side are the reporters (also shadowy figures, also small. chains are connected to each, held in her hand. the courtroom behind her is barely lit, as though at dusk, her fire being the brightest thing in there. shadow-people line the walls like in pews - they’re the jury. the way the little bit of light is scattered around the room and through the window makes it seem like there’s a stained glass window behind her and it’s a cathedral. you may see a glimpse of the bright, human daisy. behind her in the light

Shrike as Justice - and HERES a character that fits Justice SOOOO extremely well. and shrike is all about 1) hunger, and of much more relevance, 2) vengeance. she is LITERALLY eye for an eye..

I imagine Shrike emerging from her basement prison, dirtied and bloodied and cast in a heavy shadow. she’s dressed in a very dirty, very bloody, brown butcher’s apron, trousers and linen shirt. on one side she is missing an eye, a dark gorey cavity left instead, her face also heavily scarred on that side, but a shrike’s wing is extended in its full beautiful glory. on her other side, there is an eye, looking dead on and murderous, but her wing on that side is torn in half, sinew flesh and bone pressing out from sparse ruffled feathers. she is holding a knobbly cane that’s pretty much just a stick on the side of her bad eye, and she holding a massive, menacing axe on the side of her bad wing. blah blah all of these im making metaphors for vengeance and justice blah blah

AND FINALLLYYYY Sunada as Strength - my newest oc !! and her whole thing is being strong in all senses of the word and having influence. she is also incredibly intimidating but that may be less relevant lmao

the beast most associated with her is the phoenix, so in this i imagine she’s wrestling a phoenix. and i MEAN wrestling. they are brawling - she is pinning it to the ground and wrenching its beak open. Sunada is at a side profile and her black hair falls in curtains in the far side of her face. she is determined as she stares down the phoenix. she’s dressed in dress trousers, a blazer hanging half-off, and a shirt that’s loosely tucked and half unbuttoned. she has a bulky, top heavy build and is SOO butch it’s unbelievable. the embers and feathers of the phoenix fly everywhere and the card is so so red.

anyways yeah im so normal about them. D.A. I made a while back and i haven’t really revisited but i still love her so much while the other two are a LOT more recent and im still actively thinking about them… sighhh badass women save me

this is SO cool i LOVE tarot card imagery. youve put so much thought into this its super cool!!!

#cinocappu #oc show and tell #moss answers #gore #tw gore

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Scars are Stories to tell in the dark

LA!BuggyxFem!OC

Part 3 of Darling, why are you crying Darling?

MDNI

Warnings: Scars

Buggy is starting to fall in love with his new friend

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Buggy was glad that Ava had started to open up much more around him. He was beginning to think they were going backwards in their progress, but she had proved him wrong once again. After the night they spent on deck, he began putting pieces together. She was injured. Physically, and emotionally. A little bit of mentally but he won’t conclude that yet unless she gives him the go to analyze her.

He didn’t mean to stare at her, he didn’t mean to watch as she began to change her clothes with her door cracked open. Did she want him to catch her? Was this a game of trust for her? To see if he would act upon his wants and needs as a man? Try to seduce her, with his witty charm and clever smile. That’s all she ever saw men as. Sex fiends that want women to be nothing but a toy to them. Not buggy. No Buggy didn’t know what he wanted. Not yet at least.

The faint red marks on her body, the way her back curved ever so slightly. The scars from one side to the other. What had she gone through? When he mentioned scars to her earlier when they had met on the beach, he was speaking metaphorically. But this woman; she had physical scars to show her story. He just didn’t know if she would tell him. He wasn’t going to beg her to tell him. No, he was going to wait.

And waiting is what he does. 6 months at sea with the Captain. 6 months and Ava had grown closer to Buggy, allowing him in her life little by little.She would sneak into the captain’s room and sit on his bed, as he brushed his long hair. She didn’t realize how long his hair was. It was always tucked up under his bandana, she would sometimes see strands of blue coming from underneath. But tonight, he let it down and brushed it.It was also around the time she found out he had a devil fruit curse.

The Chop Chop Fruit.

The man could split his body into pieces and she was amazed by that. He didn’t struggle with high or low places. She liked that about him, he would tease her and hold her things up high, making her jump for it. He liked to see her smile. She laughed once and it was so beautiful to him. It was like snow falling for the first time, where snow never fell. He gave in then and just enjoyed her voice. He did everything he could just to see her smile. To hear her laugh. It was healing.

Ava walked over to him, standing behind him and looked through the mirror to meet his gaze.

“Can I brush your hair?” She asked him.

He stopped, he never had been asked before. Of course, he never insisted on ever needing help. He didn’t.

“Why?” He questioned. He wasn’t suspicious, just curious as to why she wanted to.

“My mother used to brush my hair when I was younger. She brushed my hair right before-” She paused and licked her lips, “-right before she passed.”

Buggy nodded and handed her the brush. He didn’t know why he just handed over the brush to her, he just did. She took it with ease and began to brush his ends and ran it through root to ends. His hair was so soft, and thick. She smiled as she watched him close her eyes. This moment was intimate, it changed the course for their relationship. He trusted her, she trusted him. She ran her fingers through his hair and started to hum a song. She braided his hair, the way her mother used to.

“What’s that song called?” He whispered, he didn’t want to ruin the moment between them.

She tied the end of the braid and looked at him. “Ava’s lullaby.”

His heart pounded, he could feel the world spinning just a little. “Who’s Ava?”

“That’s my name.” He turned to look at her. Ava, the taste of her name on his tongue and lips, were delicious. Her name was so beautiful.

“Ava” He tested it again, but this time outloud. He liked the way it sounded out of his mouth,

She liked the way he said it, as if it was so precious he didn’t want anyone else to know. Like it was his secret. Her eyes caught his, he reached his hand up slowly, to not startle her. She didn’t flinch this time. She looked soft, delicate. Like a dandelion that will blow away in the wind, if he breathed too hard on her. Touching her face with the tips of his fingers, she felt just as soft.

It was like she was seeing the sunshine for the first time in a long time. The dark haze that was covering her gaze these past 6 months has finally gone away. She could see clearly now, she could see Buggy. His hand laid flat against her cheek, she pressed it into his hand, taking in his scent. He was in fact alluring to her. He smelled of wood, and face paint, and whatever he used to wash his hair, he was so addicting.

Opening her eyes to catch the man before her; taking her in. His eyes never left hers. She never left his gaze. They didn’t know how long they were staring at each other.

“I know.” She broke the silence.

He raised a brow. “Know what?”

She smiled sadly. “That you saw my scars, my body.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to look. I was just looking for you and your door was opened, Your back was turned and I just happened to gaze a little longer than I wanted to.” He was quick with his words, trying to defend himself.

“It’s okay, really. I wanted you to see them. One of your crew members had told me you were looking for me. I kept my door open on purpose. I knew you were curious, you speak aloud and you’ve been curious for a while.” Her smile never dropped,

She had wanted him to see her? She trusted him that much that she was willing to let her in. Just like that. He couldn’t stop the frown on his face. “You don’t have to tell me now, or you don’t have to tell me at all. Just know that I will never hurt you, lay a hand on you. I’m not that kind of guy.”

She let out a soft laugh, dammit that laugh again. Buggy was ruined for anyone else. “I know, your crew told me what kind of guy you are.”

“And what kind of guy am I?” He was interested in what his crew had to say about him.

“You actually care, for some reason even though you are a feared pirate, you care a lot. You don’t like what you do. But you do it, to keep up a reputation.” She looked into his eyes. “You are so sweet to me. You’re scared to be near me, you act all brave and fearsome in front of your crew, but around me. You’re scared of me.”

Buggy swallowed and released his hand from her face, Ava frowning at the loss of warmth on her cheek. “I didn’t like the look in your eyes when you thought I was going to hit you. You flinched and fell, coward away from me and cried. I hate what that man has done to you. He broke you, and I want to help put you back together. I know I won’t be able to fix you 100 percent, some broken things are meant to have cracks and missing chips, nothing is ever fixed fully from being broken. But I can help pull those pieces together, and hold them together. It’ll take time. I don’t expect to be the remedy, or a cure. I want to be the reason that you smile, that you laugh. God, I love your laugh.”

Ava had tears in her eyes, why is that a feared pirate knew much more about love than a regular old human? How is it that this man has shown her more love and kindness in 6 months then she did in the 5 years she was with her ex? She couldn’t exactly place the right words together, she didn’t know how to feel or what to do in this exact moment. She just cried, and laughed.

She knew this was the life she wanted, he was going to bring her happiness, but not just yet. She had more healing to do. She wanted to go along on this journey with Buggy. She had no doubt about that, this man was going to be her end game. She could feel it.

Night fell, and Ava had retired to her room for the night. Both her and Buggy had come to the understanding that from this point on they were just friends. Just for now. She knew how he felt about her, and he knew how she felt about him, they just had to wait a little while longer.

On the other side of the ocean, a man had gotten a call that they had spotted the woman, on the Big Top. The name of Buggy’s ship. He smiled and ticked his head to side, letting out a breathy laugh.

“Finally, I’m going to make sure she comes home for good this time. And that Pirate. Is to die. At my hand.” His voice was hoarse as if he spent hours smoking and yelling. He wasn’t going to stop until every town is turned up and every pirate knew who they were dealing with. “No one is to touch Ava, I will be the one to bring her home.”

Jeremy stared out the window as his cohort nodded understanding the plan this man had made. He didn’t quite understand his obsession, but nonetheless he wasn’t going to be useless.

Back at sea, two souls slept peacefully with the thought of a new future.

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this story is coming to me like clockwork! aaahhh

#buggy the clown #jeff ward #one piece #jeff ward buggy #opla #opla buggy #buggy one piece #buggy thoughts #captain buggy #buggy x oc

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bestiarium · 2 years

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The Rusalka [Slavic mythology]

Slavic folklore tells of the Rusalka, evil female monsters that are usually associated with water in some way. They appear as beautiful women, usually in white dresses. Their hair is always very long but its colour can vary: sometimes they have natural hair colours like light brown, and sometimes it’s green. Their faces are pale, but always exceptionally attractive.

If you happened to see Rusalki in the forest, you’d usually find them dancing and singing and generally enjoying themselves. They would laugh and clap their hands, and you wouldn’t suspect they were evil or malicious. But those who come too close are pulled in the water and drowned, or sometimes tickled to death. Sometimes these spirits would imitate the cry of a baby to lure curious travellers.

They weren’t always considered to be evil, actually. It is thought that these creatures originated as benevolent or semi-benevolent agricultural spirits who brought fertility and healthy crops. It’s a great example of how folklore can change over time. But the origins of the Rusalka are unclear and complicated, because it is a combination of several spirits and beings from different beliefs, combined into one general aquatic bogeyman figure. In fact, the term ‘Rusalka’ dates to the 18th century. The creature incorporates characteristics from several spirits, including the Poludnitsa (ghostly women who haunted fields of grain), the Vodyanoy (aquatic humanoid monsters) and possibly the Beregini, ancient river bank spirits.

In Kaluga, these creatures were said to be connected to the devil (showing clear signs of Christian influence on the local folktales): the devil boiled them in a giant cauldron and remade them into creatures with eternal young beauty.

As is to be expected from such a ‘composite spirit’, their imagery varies a lot between locations. In northern Russia, for example, these beings were old hags with unattractive faces but particularly large breasts. In other places, Rusalki were depicted as human women with a fish-tail instead of legs (the classical mermaid), small doll-like humans, or young boys.

In their most common form, the Rusalki were either said to be the souls of unbaptized children who took on that form to haunt the world of the living (as they were unable to pass on to the afterlife) or the spirits of girls who drowned and whose souls were trapped in the water. However, Rusalki sometimes left the water to frolic in fields of grain.

During Rusal’Naia week, an old paganistic Slavic holiday in spring, these creatures were at their most dangerous. At this time, these spirits would leave the water, and people would hang offerings on trees in an attempt to appease the Rusalki.

There is a myth from Smolensk, Russia, about a man who used a crucifix to capture a Rusalka, rendering her powerless. The creature came home with him and he made her do household chores. After about a year, Rusal’Naia week arrived and the spirit regained her powers. She immediately broke free of the man’s control and escaped. There are other stories, however, where a Rusalka willingly leaves with a man, after falling in love with him. In some, the creature takes him with her to a luxurious underwater palace where they live a happy life. In other tales, the Rusalka goes to live with the man, and those stories often end with the spirit being baptized and transforming into a human girl.

Source: Ivanits, L. J.,1989, Russian Folk Belief. (image source 1: Deviantart user Suviridian) (image source 2: Quorlinn on Deviantart)

#Slavic mythology #Aquatic creatures #mythical creatures #mythology #myths #folklore

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starneko123 · 8 months

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When Moonlight Reveals

Tethys belongs to @ren-meteor

Selene belongs to @starneko123 (me)

Selene made circular motions in front of her, opening a portal with no destination that Tethys could see but with the sun currently being blocked out by something mythical, she deemed it better to be on the other side. After Selene calmly made her way through the portal Tethys rushed out behind her, nearly falling to her knees.

Tethys moved her head to look every which way so she could take in her surroundings before her eyes landed on Selene's stoic face and emotions started to pour. " Where are we? Where did you take me?!" Tethys charged toward Selene who dodged her but Tethys quickly recovered, striking Selene twice in her stomach before she flipped her on her back holding her in place with her hands.

"Last time you were much nicer. The first time we met you were meant to be my protege in a way, in another timeline we are goddesses fighting against each other in another we fight with each other. There's one where you marry a wind god named Fujin and you have a child with him." As Selene drones on Tethys finds herself listening and questioning her sanity at the same time.

"There is a timeline where we are lovers but I won't delve into that." Selene cautiously released Tethys and stood from her kneeling position. She held her hand out for Tethys to take and after the water-wielding woman examined it enough she grabbed it and rose to her feet. "I will welcome hostility but I would like it if you would care to hear my words first. " Selene spoke as she began her walk towards the white temple in the distance but in her peripheral, she caught Tethys' nod and took a deep breath.

"Lovely. Now this new era has been made to...," Selene paused as she looked towards the sky then glanced back at Tethys who raised a brow. "We might be greeting another guest." Tethys didn't like the sound of that and yet she still followed the woman to the temple. When they arrived at the temple Selene waved her hand at the door and once they entered, with a snap of Selene's fingers light blue fire lit the area and Tethys was aesthetically pleased.

"Besides that fruit have you eaten anything else today?" Tethys narrowed her eyes and let a slight sneer spread on her lips. Selen returned it, "Whatever you may be thinking of me you get the thought out of your head if you think I am a bad hostess." Tethys thought nothing of the white-haired woman yet. That was a lie Tethys was currently thinking that she may be insane or very well at making one think she is insane.

As Tethys laid her bag down and sat down in a chair she watched Selene as she lit white candles in front of two paintings both containing three women. In the first painting; she saw Selene who was in the middle and noticeably shorter than the other two women, Speaking of the other two the one to her left had beautiful brown asking with golden eyes resembling the sun and her skin was shining as if she had crystals embedded in her skin. The woman to her right looked like someone she had heard of in scary stories when she was a little girl. Pale skin, red lips, red eyes, and long black hair with a single white streak going down the side of her head.

She was staring at the painting now and she felt like the woman with the red eyes was staring back. Tethys shifted her gaze to the next painting and saw another trio of women. A brown-skinned woman in the middle with platinum hair like Selene but much shorter she shared the same blue of Selene as well. The woman to her left who had her arms crossed in front of her wore an obsidian color on her lips and her hairstyle resembled the devil, Tethys felt a chill crawl up her spine but before she could focus on the other woman she took silent note of those pink eyes. The woman on the right looked genuinely happy with her hands on her hips and wearing gold jewelry on her arms and around her waist even in her locs her brown skin was shining as well similar to the woman in the other painting.

'Are these women she has known throughout all the timelines she speaks of?ʼ Tethysʼ toes started to curl just thinking about it but she relented as Selene sat down a plate of food and a cup of tea in front of her.

"This timeline was made for everyone to have a sense of starting over. There have been so many trials and errors in former timelines that I commend him for not giving up." Selene shook her head as a frown slipped onto her face. Tethys swallowed her food and held the teacup to her lips warily, "Him?" Selene looked at Tethys and then back to the woman in the paintings. "Lord Liu Kang, God of Fire and Protector of Earthrealm." As Selene finished her sentence Tethys heard shuffling in the corner which made her slam her tea down on the table and get into a fighting position but when she saw Seleneʼs relaxed form leaning on the wall, she scowled.

"Another trick?" Tethys growled. "Not by me," Selene announced and a man appeared from the shadows. "No one in these walls mean to trick you, Tethys." A warm deep voice greeted the room and Tethys slowly dropped her offensive stance. The man dropped his hood to reveal long black that half into a bun and the rest flowing over his shoulders, his eyes showed small swirls of fire that never stopped moving. The man nodded at Tethys then to Selene and Selene returned it with a kindness but it felt forced.

"Tea?" Selene offered. "That would be nice thank you, Selene." All he got was a hum in response and her retreating figure. The man then focused his attention on Tethys as he began to walk towards the table. "Formalities are not forgotten but time as is has been cut short. I am forming a team of Earthrealm heroes that seek peace among the realms to vanish the bane of all that threatens my peace. Do you?" Tethys tilted her head confusion.

"Do I what?" Tethys got nervous everything felt so serious and he was so serious. You never truly know what's going on around you until you're told or you a stuck in a certain situation. Tethys was a mix of both.

"Do you seek peace or do you wish to become an enemy that revels in chaos?"

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat oc #mk1 #mortal kombat 1 #tethys #selene #mk liu kang #liu kang #oc interaction #mk oc #rushed? maybe. but for it to be rushed i think i did pretty good :)#also another wonderful CLIFFHANGER by yours truly #bow bow bow #my thoughts #ren meteor

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kneamet · 2 years

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Can you maybe write some more for patrick mckenna and roman sionis ? Like anything you want:)

I really can't find much fics that stay true to cannon patrick and there is not much for roman either

crown of thorns

Trigger Warning: angst, obsession, drabble, fanaticism, quoting the bible

Word Count: 644

Character: patrick mckenna/reader

crown of thorns

It had been raining continuously on the tiles and plank roofs for several hours — the Vatican was rarely shrouded in smoke, fog, and even more so a slushy downpour. The always clear sun hid behind the menacing clouds that descended over the houses. Patrick, every time flinching at a lightning strike or the sound of a thunderstorm, as if driving nails, looked out the window, hesitantly averted his gaze. His white-knuckled fingers were clutching his mother's cross, his head was bent down; he was talking to God, revealing his whole essence and intentions.

His secrets are sealed in an envelope that will open only at ascension. To touch the miracle, people will run to him, they will mock him, and he will watch the crying women and fall. Very soon the chosen one will appear to amuse the audience; many tears will be shed on Via Dolorosa and Patrick will step on them without shedding his own. His naked body, charred hands will carry the miraculous cross.

An impatient doorbell rang, repeated several quick times and interrupted the calm silence of a modest one-room apartment. Patrick was alarmed, alerted, his hands tensed. He was leaving the table, touching the towel, and now a couple of minutes later she was sitting in front of him — a cute, drenched angel, lost in her own desires, not knowing who to believe in and who to believe in.

He did not drive out the one who came to him. She was sitting in front of him on the bed, in wet clothes and bare legs, looking around — noticed three apples on the kitchen table, pomegranate, bread. Patrick was leaning towards her, kneeling, whispering something softly. Your sneakers were left near the front door, your socks were wet. With a towel wet from the water that Patrick used to wipe your feet, carefully washed each finger. He was silent, but his stomach was still burdened with an unpleasant feeling - would it really end so quickly? His death, which ended with ulcers on his body, holes in his palms, will come on Friday. His soul will ascend to his Father, Patrick is worried about this, and he will take his darling from the very hell; she will wait for him in the cold and eternity.

At her blows, he turned his left cheek, listening again and again to the scientific ideas spread by Langdon. The sinful heart of Patrick knew about the evil intentions spread by the professor, the defiler of the church. His angel listened to him, and he, like the devil, brought doubts into her soul, corrupted her. She was reserved, beautiful — dove’s eyes her, hair is like a flock of goats, going down from Mount Gilead, lips are like a strand of scarlet, and her mouth is lovely.

He traded an olive branch for a crown of thorns. The light of the last bulb went out in the languor of self-immolation, Patrick learned to live in fear all his childhood; he ate ashes like bread and dissolved drinking with tears. He had a zealous love for his angel with the appearance of a malicious succubus, and love covers a multitude of sin. Memories of the oak grove, clothes created by his mother, flashed through his thoughts; a twelve-year-old boy appeared in Patrick's dreams, training adults.

He looked into her eyes — doubts swarmed in her like bacteria. In the legs there is no truth and very soon she would betray him; the devil would strike her like David Goliath. Patrick, like the Lamb of God, will endure all trials.

Patrick's dreams were to become the Messiah, but the spirit of the morning star was reflected in him. He broke the grail, throne of thorns and a cradle of bones have been waiting for Patrick for a long time.

Tomorrow the beloved traitor will reward him with a kiss.

the drabble is completely based on the moment in which jesus washed the feet of his disciples (here patrick appears as сhrist, and the reader is judas), and it was very interesting for me to write it. @moonchild-cupcake i hope you liked it and patrick's character was like in the canon! but if not, then i can write something else for you.

i think that the rest of the works on patrick will be about the same; to be honest, bible stories fit very well on him and i don't understand when people don't use it. like, damn, you watched a movie about a fanatic, why don't you take religious stories?

:_) in general, yes, something like that. the next job, most likely, will be a work on mark renton and no longer in the form of a drabble.

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ginevrafangirl · 11 months

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Love Between Fairy And Devil Commentary Part 3

The final one! Excerpts from my reactions while watching episodes 25-36! Apologies for the delay

Part 1 | Part 2

SPOILERS ahead!

when did shangque fall in love with her anyway i feel like it snuck up on me. like it was obvious it was going to happen, but the how happened subtly

the grooms need to get DRESSED

it would be hilarious if girlie and sauron get together now and kiss and people see and incest rumors cause the weddings to fall apart

wow sauron looks SO weird with his hair up

a red wedding is about to happen // its snowing as well for maximum effect

he cannot control hellfire well anymore he really should not be doing this

i love that him being 'injured' means he got eyeliner and dark lipstick

she didnt fail the tribulation besties she is fine

FINALLY we get a badass moment from girlie

wdym 'why cant i control hellfire' its obviously cause you have emotions again

have i mentioned how much i hate jin guangshan

did she just feed him her blood to heal? what in the svsss?

girlie's 'i want to jump into the river' after getting caught locking lips was so cute

also why is everyone acting like they dont know why sauron cant use hellfire // i mean he was against her restoring his emotions for this very reason??

god i knew they were gonna be disgustingly cute

i think jieli was prettier in the mortal clothes but girlie is definitely more gorgeous in her immortal robes

i really appreciate the little comedic moments scattered through this show

omg this is beautiful // the women singing together for the return of their men // very avatar like

DAMN that was an eventful two episodes // the wedding happened, batman appeared, everything went to plan, batmans identity was revealed, girlie and sauron finally kinda got together, danyin and ice man came back and girlie's true identity was also revealed

its so crazy that they are saying they need to settle the score as if sauron hasnt regularly whooped jack frost's ass completely

girlie you were happy as a mortal cause you were rich

omg she is literally 'i see you as a nice friend'-ing him rn. i didn't expect this level of self awareness

sauron feeling proud of dragon boy for scoring a date

sorry dragon boy jieli is a businessminded woman

i feel like a matchmaking auntie watching these cuties together

oh good batman backstory // he literally has no parents. but he is also blind like a bat. and uses sound - the flute. // i am a genius

HAN PU!????????? baby batman is HAN PU (who rules the world reference)

also batman is literally luo binghe (svsss reference)

good for jin guangshan and jack frost's mom for running away and escaping this madness

frostie is suicidal. cue the beat boxing song

YES GO FULL HIPPIE ICEY BOY

that man did NOT swallow

DANYIN? danyin is the baby??? then why does the pregnant lady look like jieli???

i am 99% convinced fake old god is gonna die

this is a very random last minute storyline/backstory that i did seriously not see coming

has jieli been a plant by catwoman and batman this whole time?? thats why she cant reciprocate dragon's feelings?

shangque stop saying you'll forgive her manipulating you

damn the whole city gathered to stop him from getting laid

he wants to mawwy herrr

this is why dating villains is fun, they truly dont give a fuck about right or wrong, just you. great romance

he didnt go to hang locks! does he need to get the spike in him right NOW?

that punishment is so awful sauron become 3D in a 2D show

there is lightning! are they gonna kiss kiss body swap again?

why dont they just tell emo boy girlie isnt a fairy, she is the goddess of xishun

this conflict is seriously so unneccessary, she is a GODDESS

the people on twitter were right, this does get only better as you keep watching

thats not a cave, thats a torture chamber

and he decided to share her pain // ofcourse he did

thats a long ass wig

i thought he was gonna carry her but them walking hand in hand is so much better

ice man and jin guangshan's fathers name is lord DONG that is amazing

wowwwwww danyin just confessed her love in front of EVERYONE // balls // she has got balls

girlie's true identity was the fix-it of everything huh

dragon boy is brave to the point of stupid giving jieli all his money // omg is she finally accepting him // i wonder what they will get up to in his dragon form

now wtf is happening here

plot is now aiming at killing girlie i see

i dont see how he didnt see the loss of hellfire coming from miles away after he got his emotions back, i mean wasnt he so opposed to it for this very reason??

i cant believe they hurt my babygirl dragon boy

the phrase "menacing fairies" is quite funny

sauron just wants to live in domestic bliss but the plot wants WAR

i love the meek obedient expression sauron gets on his face around girlie

he is too smart to work with an obviously evil swirling dark cloud // right?

mr sauron i thought you werent gonna lie to her

she has gotten good at setting boundaries

is he possesed rn or just what is happening

i hope the war lives up to the hype, unlike who rules the world // i mean we have been talking about it for literally 30 episodes

the crazy thing is that if he had been straight up with her and told her why she has to die she would have killed herself easily

jieli is fucking smart

I GET IT NOW // he cant take off the bone orchid cause she is devoted to him, so he has break her heart so he can take it off

oooo is it time for ✨war✨

for two opposing armies the fairy realm and demon realm sure have the exact same armour

i think even if she tries to kill herself she wont die cause of special goddess powers

ooooo i think he will use the evil qi and then girlie will purify it

wow her screams of pain are quite intense

honestly i am sick of lady war just having no agency in this story // like lets have her come back to life and tell off batman please

ohhh its the long awaited batman vs iceman fight

they sure picked a place with terrible visibility for this war huh

who tf is qingchuan???

after all this time iceman just now found out batman is ronghao?

love how lady si ming still hasnt shown up again // though i do still believe she will

i knew it!! her magic dust brought everyone back to life

that god(dess) for better visibility amirite

wait are they still pretending she isnt gonna live

sauron doesnt have enough sand on his face, he face planted multiple times. i need him to be coughing up sand

oh wow she is actually disintigrating thanos snap style

why is jieli not just telling dragon boy the truth that she was poisoned? is it cause she knows catwoman is gonna come after her and she doesnt want him to get hurt?

and now batmans all happy and shit?? rude

omg stop manipulating lady war i am sick and tired of her agency being taken away

awwww this is a very cute sequence if not for the fact that he is definitely dreaming

wow watching sauron smile with all his teeth is weirddd

so i guess the remaining 5 eps will be him trying to get girlie back

if dragon boi dies i am gonna riot

oh its a dream sharing incense burner!

woooooow hot take from ice man there 'she will come back from death cause she hasnt married me yet'

i love the juxtaposition of the chaos irl and the serenity in his dream

i am really confused about the girlie marrying iceman prophecy because there is no way thats gonna happen right? unless she has some serious memory loss or something

i am so confused about ronghao's feeling towards lady war

jin guangshan is a fucking bitch

hah i knew lady si ming was gonna turn up

what a power couple though lady si ming and her dragon living together forever

popping back in to say i was right about the memory loss (i stopped in the last few eps cause i was tired lol)

i hate memory loss tropes btw // her memories better come back

did lady war just off danyin?? // misdirect

after i was done i had some last words to say

the ending wasnt bad exactly, plot wise, but i missed the light hearted tone of the show in the last six episodes and also why do we get more fluff in the middle than at the end??

all i wanted was to see them getting married and sitting on the moon throne as king and queen

and not a single jielie/shangque kiss?? we were ROBBED

And that's it folks!! Overall a very fun and enjoyable experience, would recommend!

#loooooooooooong post #gf originals #love between fairy and devil #lbfad #lbfad commentary #langhua #changheng #danyin #dongfang qingcang #i posted this for that one person that liked and reblogged the first two parts recently and reminded me i still had to post the last one #thanks bestie

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warmaidensrevenge · 2 years

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Request by @salenorona23

Eddie Munson x plus size reader

If you want to read my other work you can find it HERE

This made my heart happy. Established relationship but no one knows just yet.

Warnings: fluff and slight body insecurities, language.

It's short but I love it

Summary: a boy, a girl and costumes.

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"Common sweets. Just wear it. Please. Pretty please with sugar on top."

" Ed's it's really short. Everyone is gonna see my big thighs."

" Who cares? I want to see them. I need the guys to know I'm with the prettiest girl in the universe. "

" Ed's."

" Sweets..I'll let you braid my hair after school."

You gasped. " Really? Can I put some beads in?"

" Anything you want sweetie."

" Okay I'll see you at school. Love you."

Eddie chuckled " Love you. Bye."

Eddie hung up the phone and grabbed his cape and his plastic vampire teeth. He drew red lines down either side of his chin with the lipstick you gave him. Today was Halloween and he was excited because it was his favorite holiday. It was even better now that the new girl in Hawkins was his girlfriend. He had asked her out on her first day of school. He wanted to get to you before anyone could tell you the rumors about him. And since then he hung out with you all the time. But it wasn't until 2 weeks ago did he ask you to be his girl. In which you were more than happy to say yes. You were this beautiful curvy girl that reminded him of his favorite teddy growing up. All soft and warm. He loved it. He loved you. And today he was gonna make sure everyone knew it.

...

He was walking to his normal spot in the cafeteria with the biggest grin he could conjure.

" What's got you so smug?" Dustin asked.

" I... have an announcement." Eddie said while climbing up the table. " I...Edward Joseph Munson am in love." He grabbed his heart and grinned shaking his head.

" I have fallen for a sweet maiden and have fought many beasts for her affection. Battling orcs and white knights I have come out victorious." He looked over to the jock table.

" Want something freak?" Jason sneered

Eddie mocked him by throwing up devil horns and sticking out his tongue.

"An angel of cheer had my heart."

" What?!" everyone at the table said at the same time.

Eddie hopped off the table and sat down at the head.

"A cheerleader? Dude you are not dating Chrissy. Jason would kill you." Mike said

" Please let him try. Besides Chrissy? Really?" Eddie narrowed his eyes at him.

" Then who is it?" Jeff asked.

" You'll see." Eddie said with excitement.

" No way you're dating a cheerleader. Those girls aren't your type." Dustin huffed

" What? I don't have a type. All women are beautiful. But my girl is the prettiest of them all." He proclaimed holding out his hand gesturing around the cafeteria.

That's when he heard you laugh. He turned to look at you. " There she is. Pretty as the day is long."

The guys were stammering and calling him out for being a liar.

" SHUT UP! You're distracting me from my favorite show." He said turning his body to the side and crossed his legs, resting his chin on his knuckles.

You were walking backwards talking to Robin and Nancy. Your hair was in a high ponytail with a gentle curl in it. The white, green and orange uniform fit you just right. The skirt bouncing against your round full bottom made Eddie bite his index finger. His eyes went down your body to your full thighs rubbing each other.

Fuuuck!

His eyes moved to your all white cheer shoes. Your shoelace was untied and he stood up wanting to stop you from walking so you wouldn't fall. But you had noticed it right away. You stopped and bent down to tie them. Your skirt lifted up as you went and Eddie caught a glimpse of your skin tight short shorts you had on under the skirt. He fell to his knees at the sight. He hung his head and groaned. After he threw back his head looking up to the ceiling. He mouthed a 'thank you' to the Lord.

That's when you saw him. You giggled at his dramatics. You went to the table with Nancy and Robin who were also laughing.

" Hey Ed's. Whatcha doing on the floor?"

" I uhh was worshiping my goddess. Nothing major." He said getting to his feet.

He could feel all the guys staring at you and he turned to them.

" That's right. My Aphrodite in the flesh. But remember fellas you can look but you most definitely cannot touch. Or I'll have your heads."

" You uhh look umm really nice y/n." Gareth mumbled

" Thank you" you gave him a sweet smile.

" Alright that's enough bucko. Don't need to compete for my girls attention."

" I wasn't -"

Eddie gave him a glare.

" Ed's stop it. He was just being nice. Besides like you said. I'm your girl."

You gave him a kiss on the cheek. " I'm gonna go study with the girls. Want to get pizza later?"

" Only if you will be wearing that sweets." He pouted looking down at your cheer uniform.

You went to whisper in his ear. " I can be in it anytime you want."

Eddie's eyes widen and a huge smile was plastered on his face.

" Oh you little minx." He teased.

" Love you." You giggled while giving him a kiss

" Love you sweets."

He watched you walk away. Dustin tried to say something but Eddie held out a finger so he could watch you leave.

" Hate to see her go, but I love watching her walk away" He tugged his bottom lip.

When you were finally out of sight he sat back down.

" Dude she's totally not a cheerleader."

Eddie looked at Mike chewing on a pretzel. " Well tonight boys...She is."

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mxtxnerd · 5 months

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Just want to know what Tumblr thinks of my little story :)

If this is my final note, it will be one telling the story of my life. This will be written from my heart and my heart only, and will be the purest form of my emotions.

I will start with my childhood; I was born in Illinois, raised in Wisconsin, and moved around the states as I grew. I was named after my father, who died of some illness before I was born. The town I lived in for most of my childhood was very religious, and I'd go to church on Wednesday and Sunday. I was the helper of the pastor as I got older, and by the time I moved back to that town he was dead. A new person took over for him. At 5 I first rode a bike, at 7 I learned to write cursive. I'd watch Batman, and begged my mom for foods I saw on the cooking channels. Nothing important happened in my childhood, I continued church, learned to cook, made some friends. In 1976 I got a job at a bar, and continued that for the rest of my life. I learned how to make many drinks, met lots of interesting people, drank to my heart's content, and saved us all from many demons. Incubi, I think they were called, male demons coming to our world to seduce humans into betraying god. I made sure none would succeed.

After a few years, in ‘79, I met an incubus I couldn't kill. Not there, it wasn't the right place. His ability was too strong, I needed to go to a holy place, or just somewhere I could focus on him.

I invited him out, he agreed to meet me for a date, of course it was hushed. Two men, on a date? Either way, he went with me. I led him to the church, he tripped walking in, fell up the steps to the pastors house, then didn't want to walk in without being invited. Maybe that last ones a vampiric trait, at this point he's infected me, I can't think right.

My connection with God has been broken long ago, and only now I'm realizing when it happened. That night, when we first met, he kissed me. The kiss, although enjoyable, was wrong. I went against god, and ever since I've been different. Not thinking clearly, eating differently, I've gotten sick more, it's been harder to focus on anything but him, he's all I can find myself thinking of on days when work is slow. He's infected my mind, my connection with God has faded and nothing can restore it at this point!

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The kiss was nice. He's gentle, kind, and has never treated me badly. Never hit me, threatened me, told me I need to change, and he always explains when he's in a bad mood, and why. He's so pretty as well, his hair is perfect, suits his face nicely, he has a sense of fashion unlike any other. It fits his personality, his clothes are always right for his work. His name rolls off the tongue, and his eyes are unique, his hair’s the right color for his skin. He's perfect in every way. It's a sign of the devil. No ones that perfect, no one can be that handsome and his face is too feminine and his body is too feminine, but he's masculine. His muscles, his voice, his eyebrows even. He's such a man, such a woman. Not a woman. He's a girl. Childish, sensitive, he's a little girl in a man's body. A teenager, that's him! A teenage girl, trying to make the mature men fall for him. He may be older than me, but the way he acts is too stupid for a man his age! I love him. He's blinded my senses, my thoughts, everything. The demon he is has severed my connection with God.

His disguise is too good, everything looks so real, his hair, his eyes, his skin.

He is likely possessing a man, a demon in such a beautiful body is out of place. I assume it's just the demon's powers of attraction that's making me say this, I have no interest in men. None at all, in fact I'm such a good devotee that I'm also not interested in women. My attention goes fully to God.

He is not my god, he is god. For he is the father of all, not just me. He loves you, more than you could imagine, as much as I love my darling demon. God has saved me many times, when I crashed a car, when I crashed a bike, when I was hit by a car, all the times drunk men and women have yelled at me while I was getting their drinks. God is the reason I have survived. He rewards me for all the demons I've killed. Ever since that day where I couldn't kill just one, I've not been protected. I haven't been hit by cars or crashed my bike, and there's been less yelling in the bar. God hasn't saved me yet, I'm losing his favor.

I've been with my darling demon for years now, I think it's been 8 since I met him. He's been a good husband, a good man. We have a house, a cat, and live a comfortable life together. We're just roommates, really. We haven't done anything sexual. No, we haven't. We kiss, yes, sometimes, but nothing more. Maybe it's gotten a bit close, but we've never done anything!

A month ago, I told him about all the demons I've killed. I forgot he was one as I told him, and he called the police. He said I killed people. I killed demons trying to seduce me — gods closest helper on this earth — not human beings. The police showed up, and I was taken into custody. My first trial I told them the story, pleaded not guilty, I told them of the demons, and how it's what God wants. I was sent to a hospital until another trial took place. It was as uneventful as the first. I waited for the third, it wasn't anymore fun, but I've been told I'm going to die today, that's okay.

God has a plan for us all, if his plan for me is to kill me now then so be it! I'm a dead man already, banished to hell for eternity. I might as well be there already, having to go through these trials and this stupid life. I hate this place! This Earth isn't the paradise god wanted, I need to get out of here and fix it. They want to kill me in ten minutes. I can't banish all demons in ten minutes, all demons must die by my hands. Punishment for what they've done to me. My demon boy, my man, my husband, left me to rot here.

He's got a point. If he told me he killed five humans I'd get the police too. It's all my fault.

Love is a curse bestowed upon man, so forever hold us accountable for what we do when it blinds us.

I must go, my time has come. And if you ever find this, my love, just know nothing's your fault. Demon or not, I'm the one to blame. I can't think of what to say, I'm sorry. It's too late for me to express how much I love you, my husband, my family. I'll miss you, I'll miss you, when I look at you as they kill me, I want you to know it's not because I hate you, I want my last breath to be wasted because of your stunning face, your body, everything about you. You are the reason I died, you're why I came to live. I love you, goodbye.

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ridingtorohan · 6 months

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AU: Another Story route (vaguely referenced). Cross-links: ao3 A/n: Written in 2017. Never edited.

It's hard not to fall in love with Rika. During a late-night garden stroll, it's even harder not to be captivated by everything that she is. Sometimes the darkness haunts you - and other times you willingly step in.

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The garden feels eternally dark with a low and threatening feel to it. It had nothing to do with your company, or the potential of tripping. The lights, bright and blinding, hanging across the vine fencing is enough to see by. The glow is gentle and soothing and graces upon the smooth petals with an air of sincerity, of love and tenderness. Rika’s hair is lit up with a gentle glow, a slow sort of haze that makes you think of her as an angel.

The shadows are long on her face, cruel and unkind and don’t do her justice. It toughens her features, makes her look more monster than man.

Then she might tip her face into the light and any unease you feel melts away. There is something tranquil to the way she upcurves her lips, something soft and inviting. The way she speaks is soft and considering, her gaze never once flitting from you when you speak, her hand soft atop yours. You feel like you are her world, her attention solely focusing on you. It feels both overwhelming and affectionate - it is enough for you to slip up, to give in and surrender your secrets and sins.

The light dances across her skin in the garden, fresh blades of green brush against her wrists as she pulls up something that looks like a rose. Dimly, you are aware that Ray thinks that that is your favourite. Perhaps it is now, with the way she curls her fingers around it. Her eyes remain on you. You never understand why poets give life to blue eyes - hers are the fruits of the earth, the bend of the trees and the lap of the wind. There’s a tenderness, a softness to the angles of her face, something that makes her look homely.

It is not the soft petal of her lips, the swell of her cheeks, the budding of innocence in her face. It is the way she looks at you, admiring and in awe. Thirsty, as if she wants nothing more than to drink you up. You understand then why people seemingly fall prey to vampires in stories - there is an ethereal charm to her, something timeless and beautiful. There is so much devotion to her gaze that you want to fall to your needs and kiss her knuckles and pray to never leave her side. Women like her are the reason men go to war.

It is not just her appearance that pulls you in - the way her hands shifted and brushed against your skin as she helped you adjust your outfit. The precise way she handled your drinks, coffee or hot chocolate or walk milk or tea - anything and everything she held in such high regard. She does not scold herself when she gets it wrong but her jaw tightens and she will try again until she gets it right. The relief and clumsy happiness that spreads across her face is enough for your chest to warm with affection. The casual way words roll off her tongue, hot and sickly against your skin, a fever that you press into again and again and if she is the devil you will fall to temptation. She is smart and blinding in her presence - so much time and devotion and love. She never turns you away, always asks about your day even though she is with you, curious and envious of your life until assurances fall from your lips like a prayer. You will never leave her, you swear. Perhaps it might be smothering by anyone else. Perhaps this is what it is like to drown alive.

“These things must be done in precise order for the desired outcome,” she sighs your name and it is heaven sent. Rika’s lips press against the rose, tender and fleeting. A soft jealousy blushes at the edges of your gut. Her eyes catch yours and you see the darkness within. The light you barely glimpse behind her is so easily sniffed out.

You have always been afraid of the dark but with her you want to smother yourself with it. There are edges to the shadows, uncertainties to the jaggedness, something hard and foul every time you peer in. There’s an intelligence to it - something curious and strong and never fleeting, just receding. It always comes back.

Secrets are buried where nobody can see them and truths become shaded. It makes heroes out of fools and fools out of cowards. You are not afraid of the dark - just what lurks within.

With every darkness, there is light - not her, you realize moments too late, but perhaps you. She trails after you, lingering but never touching - not.. completely. The ache you feel for Rika is what the new moon feels for the light of the sun - incomplete and hollow. You were once warned of her persuasion skills, the curl of her tongue - she is the whisper in the night, the one that keeps you awake all the time.

There are secrets she keeps, ones that will burn you alive if you dry them out, and there are sins she will commit that will make the day shy away. But she will never once betray you - because the truth is this: the night eternal is keeper of secrets. Your mind will play tricks on you, deceive you into believing something is there, that something will harm you. The only thing that the shadows keep is Rika and Rika keeps you. You have nothing to fear from her.

Rika is the reason why people are afraid of the dark - because secrets can tear people asunder, can ruin and devastate them, for every secret is a truth and the truth burns with the weight of the sun.

She is honest, because honesty and truths are shared in the cover of ebony, sinful and sweet and something you never want to let go - it is the allure of the day that takes people away.

You can keep her if you pull the blinds closed and shush the world. It is enough for you not to be afraid of her, or her darkness or the coming of the dawn after - you know that you can trust her.. as much as you can trust the darkness to always be there. After all, you may stare into the dark abyss, but the abyss stares back.

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