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forever young💫

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Logged back into this account out of curiosity and people are still looking at my stuff on here which is nice :] Thank you tumblr I like how you circulate things

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I don’t know if anyone closely follows me but I’m going to be on break from this account for the foreseeable future! I still have my stranger things fixation but I’m not going to be active here for now. My main is @paradoxarcade if you want to see my art or ocs!

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Mom, I'm tired Can I sleep in your house tonight? Mom, is it alright If I stay for a year or two? Mom, I’ll be quiet It would be just to sleep at night And I’ll leave once I figure out How to pay for my own life too.

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Teeny mungrove because... yeah :)

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Demo-creature Billy(specifically the demo-blossoms from the dice game), Demo Eddie, Human Steve. Self harm & destructive behaviors, description of blood + injury, Steve gets hurt too, toxic pollen

Demoblossom Billy is toxic when he's blooming, he's not always flowering- there's a difference between the fleshy, faux flowers that he is always stuck with decorating him and the flowers that bloom from him. When he blooms, he gains this crown of flowers around his head, and two little flowers bloom where his jaw unhinges. Sometimes they bloom on his body- on his joints, on his scars, sometimes somewhere random.

It's not.. completely random when he blooms, every 3 or so months, and he can always see the buds on his jaw when they come in. He can call Eddie, Eddie who's fucked up like him, Eddie who gets aggressive and sprouts wings and- and then he's fine, just Eddie again.

Billy sees the first bud, it popped up over his wrist bone, he plucks it with a hiss- then realizes what he had done as he watches the spot bleed, dripping down his arm. He can.. he can pluck them, it hurts like a bitch but he can pluck them. He goes to the bathroom and- the ones on his jaw haven't shown up yet, he can't find any in his hair- he sleeps in his own bed that night, one of the many rooms they redecorated when Steve got the house.

He doesn't tell Steve it's because he's budding, just tells him he feels sick and wants to be alone and locks the door.

By morning he's.. he's not covered in buds, he's fully bloomed, he's got a flower on one wrist and a scab on the other. He can feel the flowers on his jaw and it makes it uncomfortable to move his face and hard to speak. He knows he has his crown and the bed is covered in yellow pollen. He'll continue to spread it for the few days it lasts-

Billy grabs the flower on his wrist and pulls, it's harder than the bud was, more solid and stuck to him. He tears the flower out of himself anyway and holds it in his hand, blood is trickling down his wrist. He can.. he can just get rid of them, clean the house, doesn't have to be this.

He leaves his room, Steve has already gone to work and so he goes to the bathroom. He grabs one of the flowers on his jaw and yanks. He yelps at the feeling, blinks away tears and watches as the blood trickles down his neck.

It.. It hurts and Billy is almost rethinking his decision when he spots the pollen laying in the sink, mixing with the blood dripping down from his jaw.

Billy grabs the other flower on his jaw and rips it out, clenching his teeth tight. He doesn't even blink away the tears this time, grabs one of the flowers in his hair and starts on the crown that Eddie and Steve both say is so beautiful. Steve's seen it, from a distance, and from before they knew he was toxic.

He hates thinking about it, how a few hours later Steve was hacking up something gross, blood mixed with saliva mixed with yellow. He was sick for a week, bed bound and Billy was quarantined for the first time.

All Billy can think about is how much he hates his flowers, how much he loves his boyfriends, how much he loves Steve and doesn't want to risk hurting him ever again. He'll pluck every flower again and again, every time he blooms. His crown of flowers becomes a crown of blood in his hair, slowly saturating his golden curls and dripping down his face. Billy has to blink through the tears and blood to make sure every flower is gone, to make sure he is no longer dangerous.

He's dizzy, scooping the flowers from the sink and shoving them into the little trash can, tying off the bag and making his way downstairs, outside, and shoving it deep into the larger can.

Billy's shaking and he's still crying as he makes his way back inside and practically crawls up the stairs. Can a fucked up demo creature die from blood loss? He doesn't think it's that much, it's probably just a loss of adrenaline. Yeah, definitely.

Billy flops onto his bed, coating it in blood, mixing with the pollen on him. He hopes he didn't track what was left on him around the house because he's tired and can't risk Steve kicking it up, because shit he needs to nap.

Steve comes home to pollen and blood tracking through the house, finding Billy asleep- totally passed out in his bed, covered in pollen and blood. He doesn't care about his own safety, doesn't care he can end up bed ridden and hacking up blood, he's running up to Billy, kneeling on the bed and patting his cheek.

Billy is blinking up at him, dazed, and groans out this weak little sound that makes Steve wanna hold him so fucking close and never let go. He carries Billy to the bathroom to get him cleaned up and is surprised again at the carnage- there are a few petals Billy missed in the sink, blood and pollen spread along the sink and the floor and on the fucking trash can.

He gets billy in the bathtub, turns on the water and starts to clean his poor boy off. It takes a bit but Billy is clean- Steve leaves for just a second to call Eddie, ask for assistance to clean, to watch over Billy and of course Eddie agrees because he doesn't really have much else to do but come over and help take care of his boyfriend and definitely soon Steve.

Steve's lungs are aching, he's kicked up enough pollen, touched pollen that was stuck to Billy's blood and clothes. He's still watching over Billy in the bathtub when Eddie shows up and starts cleaning- Steve cleans too, doesn't care about it because he's already inhaled so much. He thinks it's gotten more potent, there's definitely more than when Billy first started blooming.

They get Billy into Steve's bed, what is meant to be their bed, and Steve curls up around him. Billy is weak and soon they all know Steve is gonna start reacting to what he's breathed in. Luckily Eddie knows how to deal with it, knows how to take care of them both. He kisses them both on the head, tells them he loves them, and that he'll be there.

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Billy Hargrove in the back of Eddie’s van, August 1987

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Thinking about Mungrove again. I always come back to them. Today it's Judas Priest's Touch of Evil

I'm thinking about it with a perspective from Billy and him thinking that his queerness/love for Eddie is something inherently evil. It's something he's not supposed to have but can't just deny. ("I'm so afraid. But I still feed the flame.") Billy wants Eddie more than anything. They can be together, but it's always painfully secretive. ("In the night, please, set me free. I can't resist a touch of evil.") Billy hates how he feels guilty after being with Eddie. He's stuck between feeling good with Eddie and guilty after, or feeling fine because he didn't do something "evil" but neglected Eddie in the process.

A dark angel of sin Preying deep from within Come take me in You're possessing me

In the night, come to me You know I want your touch of evil In the night, please, set me free I can't resist a touch of evil

Billy can't resist a touch of evil. (And the song can just be read explicitly as sex which also fits them just fine.)

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I know it's a decently well-known fact nowadays that pretty much every foundational aspect of metal aesthetics was introduced by Rob Halford, whose outfits were explicitly inspired by the leather scene of the gay bars he used to frequent, but still. Sometimes I have to stop and think about how funny it is. Like. This one gay guy got entire generations of straight metalheads to start dressing up like gay sex perverts.

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what do you mean they are (half) dead?? they are literally safe, happy, bonding and healing their relationship (far away from neil) 🙄 idk what show you saw

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Hi chat, I forget to post on here a lot but I have a cheerscoops/swap au where like,

Example, jock Eddie, punk Steve, metalhead Chrissy, ect

That sorta stuff!

I made punk Steve a punk band named Pornographic Jewel (his bassist named it) and here's their first album cover!!!!!!

That's it (there's lots of lore too)

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"Oh my god he's fucking crazy" i say, while smiling and giggling like a teen girl who just got her first crush

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Day 2 of the Harringrove Lovefest: What If?✨

Some fem!Harringrove bc yes. And already friends (good friends, girlfriends, more?) in a possible season 3 setting (aka what we could have got but didn't get 😩)

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do you reckon marko just puts a patch on top of every blood stain his jacket gets because he did not take it off during the beach scene

oh no my jacket *BAM* patch all better ☺️👍

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Billy: I can’t concentrate on my homework in this room

Heather: Why? Because Steve is here?

Billy: No, because there’s a mirror

Billy: My hair looks fucking perfect today

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Eddie sitting on Billy's lap doing his eyeliner.

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Best thrift find ever