#poison by Alice cooper

[ebongawk]

"(don't want to) break these chains"

part one | part two

She'd done it.

A nondescript Friday in the middle of June, and Chrissy Cunningham had just upended entire her life.

The path of her trajectory had been laid out when Chrissy was still toddling around in diapers. She would be pretty, she would be quiet, demure, unexcitable and small. She would do gymnastics, she would do cheer, she would meet a nice boy in high school who came from a good family, and they would get married in college, move back home, buy a house in Loch Nora and raise two-point-five kids behind a white picket fence.

By all accounts, everything was going according to plan. She was small, and pretty, and quiet, because she was never allowed to be anything else.

But there was one thing her mother couldn't have possibly accounted for––

him.

Eddie Munson stormed into her life like a fleet of ships outside the war-torn country of her soul – unexpected and breathtakingly brilliant. Tossing ashore the aide she hadn't before realized she needed. Stepping onto the beach for only a moment of reprieve, only to be submerged in the help of his extended hand.

She thinks maybe she fell in love with him, just a little bit, that very first day.

As those days stretched into weeks, Chrissy stole away more and more moments to sneak back down to the sand. To dig through the piled heaps of garbage and find all of the gemstones he'd hidden throughout the trenches of her mind.

Mean and scary Eddie Munson became set up in her harbor and sheltered her through the hurricane of her life. He became the safe space she'd never known she needed. She craved him, craved the comfort of his arms, the heat of his hands on her body. The way he kissed her, touched her, like she was something to be savored. The way he talked to her like she was someone worth listening to.

And yet.

And yet.

As he built her up, creating a beautiful paradise in the eye of her storm, Chrissy never realized that she was slowly killing him.

"I love you," she'd said on Wednesday, lying together in the back of his van next to the lake with a joint clutched between her fingers. The first time she'd ever told him. A truth that had been bubbling beneath the surface of her skin for what felt like her entire life.

And Eddie–– she'd expected him to laugh, or to smile. To say, shit, Princess, I love you, too, because that's what all those romcoms he'd watched with her – the ones Jason had refused to watch, even to humor her – said would happen.

But Eddie laid there for a long stretch of silence before sitting up. He took the joint from her fingers, swinging his legs over the back bumper and flicking what was left into the woods.

"I think you've had too much," he replied instead, fracturing the delicate muscle pumping blood beneath her ribs. He couldn't even look at her. When was he ever not looking at her?

"Eddie?"

"I... Let's go get some food, yeah? Bring you down before I take you home."

She'd barely smoked half of the half-joint he'd just discarded. And her tolerance was low, but it wasn't on the floor.

"Eddie, I love you," she'd tried again as she sat up, wondering if maybe he'd just misheard her. His shoulders shook, and Chrissy laid a gentle hand on one, flinching when he shrugged her off.

"Yeah, Cunningham, I heard you," he'd said softly. "And that's... That's not fair, alright? You can't just.... You can't say that to me."

The fracture in her heart split wide open. And nothing – nothing her mother or Jason had ever said to her could've prepared her for that pain.

"Wh–Why not?"

"Because what does it change?" he'd asked, scrubbing his hands down his face and finally, finally awarding her with his gaze. Her heart, already in her throat, nearly purged itself from her body completely when she saw the wetness, the pain in his irises. "Huh? Tell me, Chrissy. Tell me this makes anything different. Tell me you'll leave Carver and stop treating me like a dirty little secret. Tell me."

The plea in his voice was something she'd never heard before.

Every piece of her was begging her to tell him yes, Eddie, yes, I'll change everything. I'll do anything to keep you. All those little fractured pieces in her throat readied to shatter, to spill into the palms of his hands as an offering she didn't know she was ready to make.

But she didn't.

She didn't.

She stayed quiet. Stayed small. Mouth sewn shut by her mother's incessant machine as it took in her clothes and took in her skin and took in her life. Making her as ill-fitting as the shirts and skirts she struggled into everyday.

And Eddie reached over the canyon in her heart, still splitting, crumbling around her as the earth moved inside of her bones. He took her hands, pulling her palms to his mouth and kissing her like he wanted to fall to his knees and worship her.

"I can't," he breathed against her flesh. "I can't keep ripping myself open and hoping you'll see something you like. I thought I could, but it's gotten too fucking difficult." Dropping her hands, Eddie turned, climbing back through the van and into the driver's seat.

Taking her home without another word.

As soon as she'd been in the safety of her bedroom, Chrissy had fallen apart.

Tears she didn't know she'd been storing poured down her cheeks; a torrential rainstorm. But this time, there were no outside sources to blame, and no harbor within which she could find safety.

The storm tore her apart from the inside. Shredding her flesh and muscle and bone down to atoms, each one imprinted with his name like the tattoos he wore so proudly over his skin.

And it was like this – curled up in the emptiness left behind by his absence – that Chrissy realized she could fear her mother's wrath, and Jason's anger, and every other unknown that currently lived in the whirlwind of her mind.

But it couldn't hold a candle to the absolute hopelessness she felt at the prospect of losing Eddie.

So she called Jason two days later, after wallowing for an entire day and night in bed, and ended their relationship, walking away as he sputtered up excuses and disbelief.

And she took her mother's anger in stride, sneaking out of the house as soon as the sun had set and riding her bike across town.

The bar was called The Nightfall, and it was the first gig Corroded Coffin had scored that wasn't at the Hideout. A coveted weekend slot, and one that had been offered, not begged for.

"We're moving up, baby," he'd said proudly when he'd told her. "These are just the first steps."

Sitting at the back of the bar, nursing a diet soda and watching, enraptured, as Jeff sang lead vocals and Eddie's fingers flew over the strings of his guitar so quickly they blurred. The crowd was significantly larger than five drunks. It made her stomach twist, her throat filling with emotion, because how could she not want him? How could she not want to show him off, parade around on his arm, and announce to the universe that they could keep whatever they wanted of her flesh as long as she could keep him?

Swaying to the music, Chrissy lost herself in Jeff's impressive vocals, his deep tenor of a voice as he carried them through a playlist of covers and original songs.

Then, as they came nearly to an end, Eddie stepped up to the mic.

"I don't normally take the helm," he announced. "But, uh. Y'know. I wanted to tonight. So. This one's for you."

He wasn't talking to anyone in particular. He didn't know she was here. Yet Chrissy was convinced that he was speaking to her. Because that look in his eyes – that pain – was exactly what he'd held in his gaze the last time she'd seen him.

When he'd let her go, and she'd allowed him to drive away.

The crowd was already worked up. They cheered, expectant, as Eddie launched into a song that wrapped a hand around her throat and squeezed the air from her lungs. The lyrics flooded her mind, his voice a soulful growl that bounced through her body and left her in jagged pieces on the bar floor.

I wanna love you but I better not touch I wanna hold you but my senses tell me to stop

She knew this song. She knew it, because Eddie had listened to it in the van. I wanna kiss you but I want it too much I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison

She knew it because Eddie had called it a hate song.

"This is what you sing when you're consumed by someone else," he'd said, "and you know they'll end up killing you. When you're so obsessed you think it's love, but it's just... raw desire and nothing."

Nothing.

Nothing.

Why would you ever think you mattered to him? You're just nothing.

It was a nondescript Friday afternoon in June that Chrissy upended her entire life. Ruining the trajectory of her mother's carefully curated plans to reach for the one thing that had felt safe after so many years adrift in the war.

But it was the barest early hours of Saturday morning, the clock just tipping past midnight, when Chrissy Cunningham's heart broke completely.

#hellcheer drabble #hellcheer #eddissy #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #eddie x chrissy #angst #poison by Alice cooper #this song didn't actually come out until 1989 but we're gonna suspend our disbelief for the purpose of pain

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

𝕬𝖑𝖎𝖈𝖊 𝕮𝖔𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖗 - 𝕻𝖔𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖓

#Alice Cooper #Poison #trash #trash era #1989 #80's #80s #hard n heavy #hard rock #my gif #my edit #gif #gifs

[liltaireissocute]

you're poison running through my veins

#liltaire's art #digital art #stranger things 4 #stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #steve has bisexual panic #(again) #eddie munson #eddie plays guitar and sings about his feelings #steve is literally stupid #ronance is implied somwhere on bg #eddie x steve #song alice cooper poison

[madelinetess]

I feel like I desperately need an edit of hazbin hotel (preferably Huskerdust) over Alice Cooper's "Poison" because the imagery is killing me...

#huskerdust #angel dust #husker #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel #alice cooper #poison #song edit

[siliconesoul]

The Decline of Western Civilization Part II: The Metal Years (1988)

#god i love this movie #the decline of western civilization #penelope spheeris #faster pussycat #poison #poison band #kiss #kiss band #alice cooper #ozzy osbourne #london #london band #lizzy borden #lizzy borden band #glam metal #1980s #80s #80s rock #80s movies

[rocksandmirrors]

Matt being into rock love songs will never not be funny to me. like he's singing some Alice Cooper and Scorpions songs at the top of his lungs while Gus is sitting like "cool. we're not dating tho"

#rant #mattholomule #gus porter #gustholomule #headcaon #matt being a scorpions and alice cooper fan is so personal to me #i know thid is specific shutup #anyway poison is part of his proposal #THE SONG. THE SOING CALLED POISON #NOT ACTUAL POISON #im gonna kill myelf brbr

[heavymetalarchive]

METAL EDGE Asks: Do you believe in love at first sight? From the May 1995 issue.

#heavy metal #1995 #metal edge #type o negative #aerosmith #kix #twisted sister #candlebox #vince neil #poison #bret michaels #van halen #ozzy osbourne #alice cooper #kiss #anthrax #slaughter #rikki rockett #dave mustaine #megadeth #whitesnake #skid row #sebastian bach #hair metal #glam metal #judas priest

[fitzrove]

Fame (Irene Cara) is a lucheni/todcheni song in the same rather distasteful ironic way that Teenage Dream (Katy Perry) is a Rudolf x Mary song (💀💀💀💀)

#music #shitpost #go listen to it! #on the other hand: alice cooper poison is a todolf song in a completely unproblematic and straightforward way #as is lenka trouble is a friend

[sysig]

Dance, fucker, dance (Patreon)

#Doodles #Osmosis Jones #Thrax #Ozzy #There's a specific OJ AMV I stumbled across recently and it's so gooooood ahhhhh #If you're up for some really lovely edits on Thrax/Ozzy might I suggest Throzzy Up The Night - or Toxic by the same editor :) #I think the former is better edited - those quick cuts on the beat? Killer - but Toxic is such a classic haha ♪ #Personally I still attribute Poison by Alice Cooper to them because fic reasons but this new one is absolutely a contender #Got the strong image of them in pretty clothes together - always gotta formal wear! - but realized it'd been a bit since I drew Thrax haha #As evidenced by the first - can you tell it's from memory lol ♪ #So much closer with references hehe gosh he's handsome <3 #Also the fact that he's voiced by Akeelah's coach and Morpheus from the Matrix??? Hello???? Absolutely gorgeous voice #The dark spots around his eyes are so good ♥ They're both really cute - almost like eyelashes! - and add to his tired look :D #And his turtleneck ah #Handsome <3 #I don't think I have any of my old doodles of Thrax saved but I'm certain I forgot those details at the time haha #Oz gets the dress treatment - I considered a suit as well but meh with the colour I was imagining a dress just worked better! #I have to assume he's wearing shorts or a skirt or both since the ''dress'' really acts more like a halter top jacket with a sash lol #Was not having the best time trying to think of a dress style that would suit him! I'm sure he'd look great in a split leg but symmetry :0 #I guess a Chinese style dress would work too haha #He'd look cute with a bustle too hmm - too many options! Thrax gets just a straight-up-and-down suit! #Being forced to interact ''politely'' at a party would be fun hehe ♪ Thrax not so subtly holding Oz's back with his claw #Maybe better for the night not to heat up! Just this once ♫

[unspokenmantra]

#Alice Cooper #Poison #mood #🖤

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

𝕬𝖑𝖎𝖈𝖊 𝕮𝖔𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖗 - 𝕻𝖔𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖓

#Alice Cooper #Poison #trash #trash era #classic rock #hard rock #hard n heavy #80's #80s #1989 #my gif #gifs #my edit #gif

[cornettotrilogies]

ellis being a rock fan is so beautiful to me because i know at least 200 dad rock songs and i can imagine him going apeshit on a horde of zombies to so many of them ahhhh my beautiful mindspace

#[🪶]: #tx #left 4 dead #i love him so much. i'm sitting here imagining him going fucking mental on a bunch of zombies with a fireaxe #while poison - alice cooper blasts from a nearby jukebox #he's the perfect man i swear

[doubletalkingmaeve]

Question (be honest): If I started designing/drawing 80s rock-related logos/things and making stickers out of them, would you be interested in buying them?

#Please I genuinely have no clue #metallica #guns n roses #def leppard #skid row #bon jovi #motley crue #megadeth #ratt band #van halen #aerosmith #kiss #warrant #cinderella band #poison #alice cooper #winger #ac/dc #judas priest #twisted sister #pink floyd #rush

[gothabilly-kitty]

#alice cooper #poison #Spotify

[corpsecomplex]

Assigning D&D Classes to Hair Metal Bands

Jeez that’s the most 80′s sentence I’ve ever written. This is probably a niche humor type that only I’ll get, but-

-Motley Crue: Barbarians. They’re the ones with the most infamous reputation for being stupid and violent. 

-Alice Cooper: Cleric. He’s a very kindly and gentle man, but has the potential to be fucking terrifying. 

-The Scorpions: Fighters. Typically regarded as generic and maybe even boring, but they have much more potential to be entertaining than anyone ever gives them credit for. 

-Stryper: Paladins. Is it because they’re a Christian band? Yes. Is that a lazy answer? Also yes. But am I wrong? No. 

-Skid Row: Rogues. They’re edgy, they’re violent, and just like Sebastian Bach, have both the potential to be really hot or annoying as hell. 

-W.A.S.P.: Warlocks. Another edgy band, but they get their angst from sacrilege and moral philosophy more than physical violence. 

-Warrant: Rangers. Both got a cowboy thing going on. 

-Winger: Wizards. Just like how wizards are regarded as the nerds of D&D, Winger are the nerds of hair metal. 

-Poison: Bards. Now you’re probably thinking, “Darren, Bards are literally musicians. How can you choose one band to be bards?” And to that I say: It’s because they’re the pretty boys. 

-Guns ‘n’ Roses: Druids. More feral and grungy than your typical hair band, and their frontman is named after a flower. 

-Van Halen: Sorcerers. The big classic hair band gets the big classic D&D archetype. 

-Def Leppard: Monks. Don’t ask me to explain this one. I can’t. They both just have a ‘psychic energy’ thing going on that I can’t put my finger on. 

#dnd #Dungeons and Dragons #motley crue #Alice Cooper #the scorpions #stryper #skid row #w.a.s.p. #warrant #winger #poison band #guns n roses #gnr #van halen #def leppard

[vampiregeese]

everyone say hi douglas

#fisherman's art #non-canon art #doulgas pratchett-delaney (oc) #if ur one of my friends and u got a dm from me about surnames- this is the guy. so sorry i didn't name him Jerma or Graggle or Faglord. #anyways he's so Poison Alice Cooper coded