#cold ethyl

[ethylynn-hazbinhelluva]

Fitzo Week: Concert

A young Blitzo and Fizzarolli attending a Mammon concert together! This piece is also available as a print + other cool stuff on my Redbubble! L1nk in blog navigation bar! Also my first time drawing the young versions of Blitz and Fizz!

♫ ♪♩ ♫ KISS - Detroit Rock City (Live in Tokyo 2001)  ♫ ♪♩ ♫

#helluva boss #helluva boss fanart #fitzo #FizzBlitz #Blitzo #Blitz #Fizzarolli #Helluva Boss Fizzarolli #Helluva Boss Blitzo #Cold Ethyl #ethylynn #FitzoWeek #shipping #vivziepop

[guerrilla-operator]

Alice Cooper // Cold Ethyl

Ethyl, Ethyl, let me squeeze you in my arms Ethyl, Ethyl, come and freeze me with your charms

#alice cooper #cold ethyl #welcome to my nightmare #hard rock #glam rock #rock #tunes #audio #favorite songs ever #Spotify

[emilywilsonartz]

Based off of the original dreamy pinup concept, color palette, & BG by @rainydaydeer-art

So here's something I haven't done in awhile! After Mo had released the color palette and BG for other people to draw their own pinups, I REALLY wanted to make me own with Fizzarolli! Something that I've really wanted to do after making the V-Day pinup back in February of this year! To go with the nighttime theme, I gave him a nightcap version of his jester hat.

♫ ♪♩ ♫ Pink Floyd - Julia Dream ♫ ♪♩ ♫

#helluva boss #helluva boss fanart #fizzarolli #fizzarolli fanart #helluva boss fizzarolli #vivziepop #nighttime #dreamy #helluva boss pinup #ethylynn #cold ethyl

[radioattic]

#alice cooper #cold ethyl

[musicsavedmylife16]

Cold Ethyl by Alice Cooper is too much of a banger to be about necrophilia.

#alice cooper #cold ethyl

[ephyjeva]

y'all i'm manifesting seeing alice cooper again (relatively) soon 🪄

#let's make it happen coop #i'll do whatever you say #i'll be your cold ethyl or whatever #just come to europe old man!!!!!

[blackwidowbrando]

Ethyl, Eijiro's safe, the Foundation has him.

“Then I don’t have to worry about that anymore... Good. May God help him on his journey...

 ...And may God forgive me as I take mine.”

#🕸cold ethyl🕸

[vampireddyke]

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#sitting next to a river and a set of train tracks on a cold day #a little stoned #is the perfect way to listen to ethyl cain for the first time #im obsessed

[toxicanonymity]

Ethyl's house

500 words, night walks AU - neighbor Ethyl

One afternoon, Joel was outside getting the mail when Ethyl got home. He saw her Oldsmobile crawling into the cul-de-sac with her hands at ten and two. She was hunched forward with her big glasses above the steering wheel as she pulled into her driveway. Joel lingered at his mailbox. For a moment, he wondered how well she could see the pool from her house, but she likely went to bed before sundown.

After she parked, she got out of the car, hung her purse on her inner elbow, and popped the trunk. Joel put the mail back in his mailbox and walked over to her driveway. In the trunk there were two paper grocery sacks, and she was taking apples out of one to make it light enough to carry. She didn't mind making multiple trips. She would do it with a smile.

“How ‘bout a hand with those,” Joel offered behind her.

She marveled at his strength as he repacked the bag and picked both of them up.

She shuffled in front of him, holding her purse under her arm in one hand and her keys out in front of herself in the other. She unlocked and held open the carport door to her house.

An older chihuahua whined from the den before standing up from its little bed, stretching with its tail up, then shaking his head, jingling the collar.

“That's Barney,” Ethyl informed Joel.

She turned on her small oven, and and took a pan of cookie dough out of her modest fridge while Joel unpacked the groceries. The oven handle was almost as high as she was tall.

Her home was neat and simple with lots of cross stitch and knitted blankets. She gave him the full tour, with Barney silently sniffing behind them, wagging his tail. The smell of chocolate chip cookies began to fill the air as she sat Joel down on the sofa and showed off family photos. There were photos of her and her late husband traveling the world. They didn't have kids. There were photos of her sisters, her niece, and her great nephews.

When the oven timer went off, she shuffled back into the kitchen. She gave Joel a plate full of cookies and a 1970s juice glass of whole milk, but she didn't partake. She smiled while Joel enjoyed them.

“Oh,” she raised a knobby finger. “Let me send some with you.” She brought back a tupperware and told him he better save some for you.

Joel raised his eyebrows with a silent smile. She smiled and covered her mouth, oops. Then croaked, “I'm not trying to be a busy body, Joel.”

She reached for his hand, and he patiently waited for a but. Her hand was cold on top of his.

“But if you've got something special, treat it special.”

He swallowed and looked down.

“And hang onto it as long as you can.”

She squeezed his hand, and he nodded silently.

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thank you for reading!

tag list because this is night walks canon

@silkiers @eiviea @evyiione @queerly-anxious @chernayawidow @ambassadortotrilliusprime @fandomsfallnomore @djarinxore @blackvelveteen1339 @manazo @taeslarityy @str84pedro @lokanda  @kyloispunk @filthfairy @fieryglutenfreechickennoodles @harriedandharassed @moonlightdivine @worhols @fan-fiction-floozy @cutesyscreenname   @weddingfairy @pedropascal-whore @spideysimpossiblegirl @feministfanboi @prettypartyfavor @am-3-thyst @babeincolor @switchbladedreamz @within-the-depths @may-machin @sloanexx @paleidiot @yourmistysecret @bean-is-reading @rainstorms-library @am-3-thyst

#joel miller fluff #joel miller x reader #night walks!joel #toxicanonymity ☠️ #night walks!ethyl #night walks!pr tour

[countessaustelle]

of petrichor and decay

pairing: aether x reader (neutral)

tags: mild angst, character death, horseman of the apocalypse, death! aether

— in which death followed you. and somehow, the scent of home was wherever he was.

***

You saw them every day. The people of this village were all familiar faces.

The village had been quaint, barely populated, and settled on a pine forest at the far outskirts of a gilded empire. It reeked of petrichor on most days—it rained as often as the overgrown greenery caused housing problems (no, we will not talk about that one day you awoke to a bunch of insects on your bed). The other days were suffused with the stench of decaying wood and pine resin.

The forest land was barren, unable to procure vegetation, for all its deceptively rich-colored plains. And even in the presence of the sun, the cold never wavered. You had the trees and grass to thank, or maybe curse, for it all.

"We’re like a gathering of exiled citizens," you once joked over a fireplace assembly. Flames crackling tinder to the hearth. Its warmth had been salvation to your iced hands kissed by the neverending cold.

It elicited a laugh from some, mainly the younger adults and older teens, but the elders glared at you in mild bemusement.

“Oh shut up, [Name].”

“Leave them all alone, they’re telling the truth. Just admit that the empire only cares for us when the other kingdoms covet the land we walk on.”

"Shh, enough of that! Let's all eat in peace and quiet please."

“Klee doesn’t understand what that means, but…” a little girl — Klee, she had been named — enthusiastically placed her hands on your leg in curiosity and… regrettably, trust. “[Name], is it true that His Majesty doesn’t care about us anymore?”

The answer you gave her that day faded in recesses of memories. All you remember were the illuminated stars in her adorably round eyes as she listened, and when she said–

“It doesn’t matter. We have each other! We’ll be the rulers of this land and fight off the bad guys on our own!”

You clapped, whooed and laughed it off, letting the child inside you run amuck. She whooed back and stretched her hands in the air. The village people, your family, couldn't help but join in on your contagious joy.

“I’ll have to do my best to protect this lovely princess then.”

You were carefree like this, running your hand through the tresses of a young girl you considered to be your own daughter, for what she saw in you was a family she could depend on and you accepted it without requisite.

This was all you ever wanted. She did not want it to end either.

But you were no longer young. Not like her.

Your mind held the kind of wisdom unbefitting for such wishful thinking.

In the depths of your soul, you knew, it was imminent.

You wished upon the stars it would happen when she was old enough to know it had been something ordained by fate, and neither you nor her should hold anyone accountable for the anguish of what’s to come.

Perhaps–

You should have also wished it happened when you were strong enough to endure the pain it left in its wake.

Because this was it. This was divine punishment if you had ever felt it.

“Klee?”

Her hand went limp in your hold. The plague stole her away.

Your mind barely registered the screaming, the crying, and the panic, and onslaught of medics.

A knife twisted itself deep and you could not bring yourself to remove it, for all the pain it came with remembering her, the thought of her fading from your memories had been akin to blood leaving your body.

It hurt even more.

And it hurt even more to know your soul would never heal from such a meteor strike. She had been that, color to a bleak world, and she would never set the world alight again.

Death watched as your soul perished that day.

You must have been delirious. You were, truthfully. It was a wonder how you hadn’t been put in an ethylic coma for all the bottles you’ve downed.

It had been a hazy recollection of a tavern visit, of the stench of alcohol and hard gin burning your throat until the owner sweatdropped upon seeing your wretched state. You brought it upon yourself to be thrown out.

Then, you ambled wobbly through the throng, and the people cared not for the drunkard wallowing in their midst.

There were all kinds of people that night, all unfamiliar faces of people who lived inside the kingdom. Some boasted lavish jewelry, some were draped in ragged cloth, but in honesty, it was difficult to tell which of them were real and which weren’t.

One person looked familiar, in a red dress and pearl accessories. You swore it was Grandmother Tang from home who used to scold you for making unfunny, borderline worrying jokes. You almost approached her, had you not been overcome with memories of her passing out next to a river, and the next thing, she had been dead not long after showing symptoms of the plague, and the stranger in front appraised you with a scathing look.

You walked away, hand clutching your heart and with ragged breaths.

Ha… just stop beating already.

When you finally gathered the strength to look up once more, you concluded that the person across you must also be a part of your ongoing delusion. Everyone passed him by as though he was a ghost. But he was not, because you could see him.

It was startling. He seemed familiar in a way you’d know him without sight—from the overwhelming scent that came from him, of petrichor and decaying wood.

Curiously, he smelled like the pine trees from home. You longed, ached to inch closer.

You’d caught him watching over you many times, all encounters after she passed away. You'd joke he was death biding his time to take you away, but his presence had been too comforting, too much like an immovable object in a world that moved on too fast.

He, who wore a long white robe, tattered at the bottom and discolored as though he’d walked the ends of the earth. His head was enshrouded by a large hood. A white veil covered the bottom half of his face, and a fog shrouded the upper half with two glowing circles that gave the impression of eyes, perfectly complementing his flowing blonde braid.

In his right hand was always a rope tied to an intimidating, almost looming pale stallion horse.

And you stared at him for the longest time.

People walked past in a blur. Their idle chatter barely registered in your mind.

Then he looked back at you.

With his hand slowly reaching out.

Until you blinked once, the world resumed its flow and everything was as it was. And he was gone.

You met him again sooner than you expected. Or perhaps, you had already lost track of the flow of time. Either way, it had been outside of your realm of possibilities—having already accepted he was a mere figment of your imagination, born from gnawing loneliness.

The last you saw him had been at a night market swarming with people coming out for leisure and shopping. The next, it had been this, with your back against the bark of a tree, hand calloused from wielding a blade, and blood dripping from your side.

An unparalleled entity who went by the alias Horseman of Conquest raided the lands. You had become a warrior outside of your will. They had all said it was necessary for the protection of this empire’s people.

Do it for honor, do it to protect.

But you had no one to protect. Not anymore.

“Why do you live on?” he asked, coldly. The first time he spoke to you. It reminded you of the frigid weather of a pine forest. Once again, you shivered at the way he brought you the feeling of home so easily.

“I don’t know,” you answered, truthfully. “I am still searching for an answer to that question myself.”

“Is seeking the meaning of life worth the anguish brought by the lack of it?”

“Maybe it does. Maybe it will, for me, or it won't…”

You paused, breathing heavily as you remembered Klee’s words.

“Even if it does not, I must live, even just for the sake of fulfilling the promise I made to a little girl decades ago.”

"At the cost of your decay?"

"At the cost of my decay and future incarnations."

Silence followed in a deafening echo.

He chuckled. "A noble will, of course, how befitting," was what he said. It was hard to find a smile in a face so shrouded, but your instincts told you he wore one, for his voice softened as if he recalled a fond memory.

"You never told me your name. You have… been watching me all this time. It almost feels paramount that I at least know your name, wouldn't you agree?"

"No, that is not necessary, however…"

He stared at you for a time, as though contemplating on an act. Then he knelt until your foreheads leveled. Your hands curled up in a fist.

It was utterly confounding. You had a sudden urge to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him close until you wore his smell, engraved it into your mind. He was so close and the prospect was so, so tempting. He smelled like an oasis for a dehydrated man. He seemed so warm, so divine in white that you wondered if he bled, would ichor spill?

What was this feeling?

"You will know in due time."

Hoping was setting yourself up for the worse, you uttered to yourself once upon a time. You couldn't force yourself to believe that, not this time, however. Your feelings were reciprocated the moment he lifted his hand, hesitating, until he solidified the courage to lift your arm by the wrist.

Archons, his gloved hands were rough from the teared leather. It felt so right to be held like this. Temptation's whispers exacerbated each second that passed by.

"This One will wait for you. To the ends of earth, until the end of time."

A kiss through veiled lips reached your bloodied palm.

And just like that, the warmth vanished once more. He was gone.

You couldn't wait to see him again.

In the next encounter, you swore you would not hold back. You had no reason to.

You just weren't expecting yourself to find him, rather than he found you.

You had condemned your life and future incarnations the moment you prayed to the heavens you'd lay your life to give the people you loved a second chance at life out of grief, never again will you live on as a human.

Death watched from the sidelines, waiting and waiting and waiting, if you would change your mind. You never did. Death eventually found you in a cave suffering from blood loss, cursing the divine.

He ended your despair with a single thrust of his blade.

And now…

"Let us get moving. There is no more time left to waste."

You turned your head to look at his face. He looked as divine as you envisioned, with eyes that could rival the sun.

It was just the two of you traveling across a grassy plain, long had he foregone the shrouds of his face in your presence.

You sighed. "This One is following."

"This One knows you are, although you should maintain a pace closer to This One's periphery," he said. "The world might turn upside down if you disappeared from This One's sight."

You heaved a bigger sigh, letting a laugh break through. This guy… he can never gather the courage to tell you what you already know, can't he?

You pulled the reins until your black horse caught up with his own.

The sun set for the silhouettes of two horse riders that day.

No one will ever live to tell their tale, nor will they know the tale of how Death waited for Famine.

Perhaps he did not, perhaps he found them by chance. The only time he had been pitied by the divine.

Perhaps, Famine faded as time went on. They would be reborn again and he would wait once more for their return. Maybe they disappeared forever, leaving Death in his own eventual oblivion.

Maybe they never died, and for all eternity, they remained by Death's side.

That would make a happy ending, wouldn't it?

this is my apology post for the people who are still waiting for the abyss aether fic sequel TT i've been falling out from the genshin fandom for months and only recently did i have an influx of ideas for it. i'm at 3k word count and still nowhere near the end. but something's happening!! and i am getting bolder!! (hehe)

#aether genshin impact #genshin impact aether #genshin impact #genshin aether #genshin impact fanfic #genshin impact x reader #aether #aether x reader angst #aether x reader #genshin impact angst #genshin #why is tagging so hard im gonna cry #astronetwrk

[ethylynn-hazbinhelluva]

ANOTHER VA BIRTHDAY IN MAY!?!? Yes please!!! Happy birthday to Loona’s VA, Erica Lindbeck!

♫ ♪♩ ♫ Skye Sweetnam - Baby Doll Gone Wrong ♫ ♪♩ ♫

#helluva boss #helluva boss fanart #loona #helluva boss loona #happy birthday #birthday cake #vivziepop #hellhound #cold ethyl #ethylynn #loona fanart

[faunandfloraas]

6, 7, 10, 23 for the ask game? and 20 if there's even any one in the first place bcs id never turn down a song rec. have a good day!! (juni)

three songs you wish you could erase from history (because they’re terrible): CATCH MY DISEASE BY FUCKIN UHHHH BEN LEE. EVIL FUCKIN SONG. ANYTIME I HAVE EVER HEARD IT, IT'S STUCK THERE ALL DAY I HATE IT. i dont even have 2 more answers, I'd just kill that song 3 times over.

three favourite Halloween/spooky songs: "heads will roll" by the Yeah yeah yeahs, "halloween" by phoebe bridges, "Cold ethyl" by alice cooper 🎃

three songs that never fail to get you pumped up: KISS ME ONCE, KISS ME TWICE, KISS ME DEADLYY- Lita ford, IM NOT SORRY, IM DIRTY- Thuderous, skz, ch ch ch ch CHERRY BOMBBBB by the runaways

three songs that remind you of the person who sends this one: Streetlight by mr Seo Changbin !! and The tortoise and the hare !! and hmmmmm crimson and clover by joan jett bc I feel like it has you vibes somehow. to me, anyway 😇

thanks Juni 💗

#chord-assassination #ask game #sorry for all the yelling lmao

[ilovedamsels1962]

Continuing my October reviews.

Alice Cooper: The Nightmare (1975)

This was a TV special shown on ABC, I believe, as a promotional companion piece to the album Welcome to my Nightmare. Vincent Price adds much to this wild show with great music, low production values, and just enough "horror" elements to qualify for my October list. Trivia: I saw this one on TV when it released in 1975. Yes, I'm just that old. TV censors were on special alert as no fake blood could be used and lyrics to "Devil's Food" were changed to make Alice the victim instead of the tormentor. I guess the whole thing about sex with a dead girl ("Cold Ethyl") was lost on them, as that made it through unscathed. This is not a great show, but it is certainly worth watching at least once. I have the DVD, but I think most or all of the show is available on YouTube.

#alice cooper #1970's

[onesonghastogo]

welcome to my nightmare by alice cooper.........

#one song has to go #alice cooper #welcome to my nightmare #thanks for the submission!

[blackwidowbrando]

Congratulations on the removal of the parasite and rhe removal of stress.

"Casting judgement on others is a sin, mayhaps you should hold your tongue. May God help you see that. I have a date to go on, if you'll pardon me."

#🕸cold ethyl🕸

[musicandotherdelights]

Daily Listening, Day #1,061 - November 26th, 2022

Album: Welcome To My Nightmare (Atlantic, 1975)

Artist: Alice Cooper

Genre: Glam Rock, Hard Rock

Track Listing: 

"Welcome To My Nightmare"

"Devil's Food"

"The Black Widow"

"Some Folks"

"Only Women Bleed"

"Department Of Youth"

"Cold Ethyl"

"Years Ago"

"Steven"

"The Awakening"

"Escape"

Favorite Song: "The Black Widow"

#Welcome To My Nightmare #Alice Cooper #Atlantic #Glam Rock #Hard Rock #1975 #Mid 1970s #1970s