Hi everyone!
I just wanted to post these music posters I made after seeing Ruel performing his debut album 4th Wall live!
Honestly, every song slaps, and it's a vibe for me to listen and belt along to the lyrics in the car while driving at night (Sitting in traffic anyone?)
Anyway, one of my favorite songs is End Scene, and I had to do it justice by making some music posters for me and anyone else who may want more subtle Ruel wall art (that and the merch line was ridiculously long and everything was sold out online lol).
So feel free to download the art for yourself, paste it on your wall or make it your wallpaper on you phone or whatever, it's free for anyone.
P.S. this was a lot of fun, so might do more, but no promises on time (this full time student needs to study too haha.)
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Dancing with the Devil (PREVIEW)
I think this is going to be the last darling imagine, Iβm sad to leave but itβs time for a new chapter to start in my life. I love you all so much. Who knows, maybe one day Iβll come back with another fic.
Concept: Based off the song βMet him
Last nightβ by Demi lovato, one of my biggest idols. Itβs not based off dancing the Devil, also a great song, but just when she says it in this song. This fic is in no way meant to be disrespectful to the true meaning of this song, just a twisted version of it to fit this plot. **WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT AND MAJOR ANGST AND ALCOHOL CONSUMPTION** Listen to the song and youβll understand what this is about. Get ready for a wild last ride. I love you. Hope you enjoy :)
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I lean against the wall, the back of my head resting against it as my eyes watched the different colored lights light up the room. The bass shakes the floorboards of the house Iβm in, the air hot and sweaty from all the bodies dancing and grinding throughout it. I take take another drink from my solo cup, my fingers tauntingly playing with the edge of my dress, my eyes lingering around for who I could potentially take home tonight.
The crowd slightly parts ways, letting me clearly see the couch thatβs resting against the wall across the room from me, a devilish fair haired boy sitting upon it, leaning back as his eyes drift over my body. His eyes finally drift to mine, a smirk appearing on his face, and a small wink gets thrown my way. I roll my eyes and flash him my middle finger, hating the effect he still has on me.
I push myself off the wall and make my way to the kitchen, craving another drink in hopes of making tonight a little more fun. As Iβm pouring my drink and a few shots, I feel a hand lightly brush against my waist as someone makes their way past me to the fridge. I look up and make eye contact with him, my heart stopping the way it always does, the tension in the room rising as he practically stands against me. I scoff at him and turn back around, taking my shots before taking a sip of my other drink to wash out the bitter taste of vodka. I turn to walk out of the kitchen when his voice stops me, my heart beating faster upon hearing it after so long.
βCmon baby, thatβs not the way to treat your favorite exβ He tauntingly drawls out, his eyes lazily sweeping across my body, lust clouding his eyes as he gazes at my scantily clad body. I smirk as I realize the control I have over him, choosing to turn around and lean against the counter, my chest lightly pushing out, his eyes darting to it as he lightly licks his lips. βWhy donβt we go upstairs and catch up?β He lustfully mumbles out, walking up to me with a cloudy gaze, his hands falling upon my hips.
βWhy donβt you go fuck yourself βbabyββ I whisper in his ear, lightly dragging my hand down his chest, my lips slowly dragging down his ear as I pull away.
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βOne conversation, now youβre spending the nightβ I groan out, hands grasping on to his hair as his mouth moves across my neck, a light laugh escaping his lips as he finally comprehends my words. He sets me down so that he can grab my hand and lead me to my bedroom, turning around to instead lift me in to his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist. βI promise tonightβs the last call.β I stutter out, my heart stammering as his finger trail under my top as he lays me on my bed.
βNo itβs not, youβll never get enough of me. Iβm your vice babyβ He whispers against my ear, his lips then making their way down to my neck, marking my skin as they travel across it.
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βWhat happened last night? You just totally disappeared from the partyβ Andrea questions, laying across my bed, Ursula making a noise of agreement from across the room where sheβs sprawled out across a beanbag.
βI danced with the Devil last night, one conversation and now heβs spending the night.β I tell them, my eyes staring at the ceiling, memories from last night drifting across my mind. His hands grasping at my skin, sweat dripping down his skin, and shaky breathing filling the air. βI think I love him, though I know it ainβt right.β
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