#Demon King Ziggy

[alwaysamor]

𝑎𝑑𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔

This took an eternity buuut do I care? Nope <3

[greennime]

Overdrive!!!!

Him going into overdrive made me shoot up into a sitting position as I was reading this in bed

[regaliasonata]

Honestly need more monster ideas for the Hexverse, context is that it’s a PRAU with magic and supernatural creatures. Main story is SPD vs Mystic Force where they are magic teams fighting and eventually go against a common threat but there are other stories like Demon Shane/Arcanist Cam’s own thing(Shane hot here look at his hair) and Vampire King Javi and his sister Izzy who’s a hunter, but any other ideas?

So far for one shots or arcs I got Werewolf RJ, Demon Hunter Dillon/Demon Ziggy, guess any ideas from you guys. Not everyone is a monster but there is magic system etc so guess just anything that seems cool.

Suggestions, mainly cause October is coming soon so😭 @skyland2703 @mahi-wayy

[dukeoftheblackstar]

So, David Bowie. The whole thing where he thought he's gone irrelevant. Thoughts?

[ *Screams* ]

I cannot link you resource atm but yes. There was a time in his life, a time in his beautiful, beautiful, beautiful colorful life that he had the AUDACITY to ask himself whether he was still relevant — the SHEER AUDACITY of this embodiment of perfection to doubt himself and his contribution to my life, your life, the sun, the moon, the stars, all the mkfn clouds and their moody bullshit, the planets, the galaxy, your mom, your dad, your dog, your cat, the serpent that hides in your basement, that bitch you wanna strangle at work —

THE UNABASHED AUDACITY OF THIS KING TO EVEN EVEN CONSIDER HIS RELEVANCY LIKE.. EXCUSE ME SIR?

I am offended. I am beyond offended. I'm telling you friend. I will square up with the king himself.

But yes, he did. And it's a beautiful thing because:

Humility. - "I've got seven days to live my life and seven ways to die."

Reflection. - "Who said, "Time is on my side?""

Acceptance of the ever changing time. - [ Oh you know this, baby. Come boogie with me. Have some bit of Ziggy ♪ ] "Pretty soon you're gonna get a little older."

He's done something. Yeah, something seemingly small but seemingly big. Massive. Global. Galactical. "[ If you skip this please I will hunt you down and make you listen to this beautiful masterpiece that is the Thin White Duke. ] "There are you, you drive like a demon from station to station. The return of the Thin White Duke, throwing darts in lovers eyes."

But still. Uncertainties though? - "Cling to me for we're like creatures of the wind".

Yes, but we push through. We hang on. - "Keep your 'lectric eye on me, babe ~ put your ray gun to my head ~ press your space face close to mine, love ~Freak out in a moonage daydream, oh yeah ♥"

We don't let our king down because he never let you down. - [ Beautiful boys and bad girls, your break time is over ♪ ~ too good to not break this because babe, dance your little dance ♥] "

And though my days were slipping by And nights so cruel I thought I'd die She danced her little dance 'til it made me cry She was shaking like this honey doing that

So dig deep. Be that bitch. Be the new killer star.

I got a better way I discovered a star I got a better way Ready, set, go I got a better way A new killer star I got a better way Ready, set, go

Be a mfkn dolphin and swim, ya cute bitch ♥ Now watch this cute ho smile and kinkshame you in jest. Listen to him laugh. Listen to him howl. Such a babe. Such a chatty king. Shut him up ♥

And then lastly ♥

You are not alone. Never alone.

This is my signature. On all emails. On everything.

Don't stay in a sad place Where they don't care how you are Everyone says 'hi'

[missdeepend]

Shiki Granbell and Growing Up

I need to first begin by saying that this will have spoilers for the Edens Zero Manga. If you are an anime only you may want to turn away right now. The manga is sooo amazing so I recommend you read it.

Alright, first Edens Zero post I'll ever do so lets start out with the main character- Shiki Granbell.

At the point of Chapter 285, we know almost everything with it now finally tying up loose ends. I feel like this is a good time to finally delve into the series and discuss some of my favorite and least favorite aspects of the series.

Shiki Granbell may not be my favorite character of the series, but I can't help but to appreciate and love his character every time I see his big stupid grin. After re-reading the series from Chapter 1 all the way to about Oasis, I've noticed so much change in Shiki's character with it still being Shiki.

The greatest part about Shiki's character is watching him go from a kid completely naive about the world to a young man who has grown serious to each situation he is presented. It fits his role as a captain to his crew. We of course know that Shiki can't stay as naive as he was when he met Rebecca forever, but it does feel like a drastic change when you see him throw his bandage he received from Ziggy away and later embrace his role as part of the Oracion Seis Galactica.

When Shiki first meets Rebecca on Granbell, he knows just his role as a mechanic among a sea of bots on a long abandoned planet. He recognizes he is the only human but doesn't seem bothered by this. Due to him being raised by the Demon King Ziggy, Shiki has long ago accepted androids as a lifeform, something that isn't a continued thought in other places. The robots openly accept him too most likely due to a mixture of both kind hearts and Ziggy's wishes.

Shiki continues this open approach to life when he meets Rebecca and immediately wants to be her friend, never seeing another human before. He is young and so that childish personality is obviously going to come through but later on it becomes more noticeable that he never had to go through anything like this. He has never seen an evil human being or an evil robot, not until he was leaving Granbell which he believed was a glitch in the system. His open outlook on people was just a thought process because he has never met a cruel person, especially since Rebecca was also kind to him and saved him from the androids.

Shiki's biggest change comes with the introduction to Drakken Joe. Before this, Shiki has faced foes that he could keep up with even if they did want him dead. He could either go on the same level with them, they were beneath him, or he had someone to help. Drakken Joe has faced probably hundreds of people like Shiki. those that were never going to bow to his will and so he he had to take care of them. To him Shiki was just another person he had to dispose of to complete his goal. This goal was of course No. 29 or Rebecca Bluegarden.

Unable to defeat him, Shiki dies with the determination to still become his friend and hears about it when Rebecca reverses time. This time Shiki is prepared, but not fully. He doesn't know the full capabilities of Drakken but knows he can't abandon those that his friends consider friends, in this case Labilia. We know how it ends with Shiki and Weisz taking out Drakken with the help of everyone else taking out Drakken's main system of living.

Drakken was Shiki's first real obstacle. His first real outlook on just how destroyed and evil people can be no matter their background. Although Drakken had a sympathetic backstory, Shiki had to come with terms with the fact that not everyone can be saved. Not everyone can become his friend. There are some people that oppose his ideals.

It is smooth waters after this until we officially meet Shura. Someone who does completely oppose Shiki's morals and tests him. While Drakken was an obstacle because of his sheer strength and power over people around him, Shura has that and at least a similar experience in terms of Ether Power that Shiki has. Unlike Drakken, however, Shura will not hesitate to kill someone. There is no shot that Rebecca can turn back time in a situation like that again.

Although I have my qualms with Shura, I should note that his character presented so much to the table for Shiki. It got Shiki to think. Could he be friends with someone like Shura? Could he bring himself to kill someone like Shura? Most of us would kill Shura due to hindsight being 20/20 and we have grown up knowing evil people, but Shiki is only a couple months into his journey. It most likely didn't help that Shiki knew Shura was trained by Ziggy.

Nevertheless, Shiki never has to make this decision, but has to make an even bigger one. Attempt to save everyone from the bombs or flee and not save planets around them. He knows it isn't guaranteed but you can see that hesitation. We all know what happens if he chooses to stay. Ziggy happens. But in our case he leaves and continues on his journey after losing Witch. He finds out all his actions have full accidents that effect his crewmates and their livelihoods. This is the moment that changes Shiki.

He grows a tougher exterior but still has his moments such as the water park. However, at this moment we see a new Shiki. A Shiki that is finally taking full position of a captain and leading his crew to Mother and defeating Ziggy, his new biggest enemy.

The Shiki from the start and Shiki from 3 years in the future are such a drastic change its almost sad to see. It is always sad when you see a child realize that the world isn't what he expects it to be. When they realize that the world outside of home is cruel and unforgiving at even the best times. Then again, watching a boy grow into a young man is so refreshing to see and should be explored more in discussions I feel. There are many more cases I could bring up for analysis but I felt like I rambled on long enough.

But what do you all think of Shiki Granbell as a character? What do you think about his change of character through the many chapters of Edens Zero? I would love to hear your thoughts.

Anywaysss, I'll see you all later in the Deep End

As you all can see, I finally did an Edens Zero post. I hope you all enjoyed it. I honestly had a Shura post ready to go but I feel I should start off on a lighter note then all the ranting I could do for that character.

Also I decided to add pictures just to make it more interesting. All these are just from the Edens Zero manga.

[luckyrave]

Edens Zero Chapter 267 Livestream Reaction/Review: Mother and Child

Shiki stands in the way of Void reaching his objective to destroy mother and ushering in a age of machines, but just when he gets the upper hand a familiar presence of Demon King; Ziggy saves Shiki in time. The clash that ensues between these two sparks a huge revelation that further sets the course for what's to come between Shiki, Rebecca, Ziggy, and Void.

[gizmocrate-werecrow]

Power listing

Okay, just for clarification of powers

the Beatles (and staff)

John Lennon: Ice control

Paul McCartney: Charm

George Harrison: omnipotent psychic power

Ringo starr: Memory manipulation

Brian Epstein: Shadow control

George Martian: echolocation and can turn into a bat

The Rolling Stones

Brian jones: emotion based weather manipulation

Mick Jagger: Demon powers

Keith Richards: Shapeshifting

bill whyam: power thivery

Charlie watts: sound wave manlipulation

the who

Roger daltry: no powers

Pete townshed: Pain/ wound transference

John entwhistle: sound to light conversion

Keith moon: explosive touch.

The travelling Wilburys

Roy Orbison: no powers in life, is a ghost

Jeff Lynne: Electric discharge

Bob Dylan: uncontrolled phasing

Tom Petty: no powers

Nirvana

Kurt Cobain: water control

Dave Grohl: no powers

Krist Novaltic: truth detector and mothman

Queen

Freddie Mercury: siren song

Brian may: clone manifestation (his clones are: beta, gamma, delta, Zeta, Eta, Espilion and Theta) however his is also able to clone objects.

John deacon: no powers

Roger taylor: metal manipulation as long as it’s a car part. (Somehow made the bus Dimensionally Transcendental (doctor who reference btw))

The monkees

Mike Nesmith: wolf biology manifestation

Micky Dolenz: Vocal mimic

Davy Jones: shadowboxing

Peter Tork: plant control and plant growth encouragement.

Bowie

David Bowie is an interesting case since his power is being able to become his personas, that includes their personalities, age and beliefs, however some personas are extremely dangerous

Bowie: persona manifestation

Ziggy Stardust: cat reflexes

Halloween Jack: Ghost fire control

Thomas Newton: unknown.

The thin white duke: walking Hate plague

Jareth the goblin King: his magic

Dj (from the Dj Music video): Peid piper music

Screaming lord Byron/Earthling: light to sound conversion

The Blind Prophet: All seeing.

will add more later.

update: I forgot Tom Petty

second update: so just to make it clear, those who haven���t appeared in the story of any of the one shots yet will be in italics

third update: to clarify, Bowie hasn’t appeared in the story at all yet and his personas.

[redtippedfox]

Corrupted ziggy and Caprikid went through some big changes when you were designing them huh?

YES

Caprikid was SO HARD to design for, his main colors were already black and white so whatever shade of Red I used it made him still look like a hero or the design was clashing with the vision I wanted. I spent hours trying to figure out what he would look like and then said fuck it and decided to name him Capricorn so he would be easier to design for because he was gonna be called the Demon King but red and black clashed instead of working together for his design.

But his design is still in progress

[dontaskchaosandco]

Music Album Bracket Qualifiers Form

Please put checkmarks next to whichever albums you personally like. You can give checks to none of them, all of them, or anything in between.

The current plan is to put 32 of these albums on a bracket (4 from each group). If an album seems like an exceptionally-unfair fight, it may be disqualified.

THE FOLLOWING IS A FULL LIST OF EVERY ALBUM ON THE FORM

A Night at the Opera After Hours (The Weeknd) Charlie Brown Christmas OST Dark Side of the Moon Discovery (Daft Punk) Elvis Presley (self-titled) Folklore (Taylor Swift) Giant Steps Hotel California Led Zeppelin IV Map of the Soul: 7 (BTS) Pet Sounds Sgt. Pepper's Thriller To Pimp a Butterfly WHEN WE ALL FALL ASLEEP… 1000 gecs American Idiot Black Parade Bridge over Troubled Water Darkness on the Edge of Town Highway 61 Revisited IGOR In the Court of the Crimson King Let it Bleed Night Visions OK Computer Out of the Blue Remain in Light Renaissance (Beyoncé) So (Peter Gabriel) Toto IV Brat (Charli XCX) Catch a Fire Channel Orange Déjà vu (CSNY) Fragile (Yes) Getz/Gilberto loveless Madvillainy Rumours (Fleetwood Mac) Selected Ambient Works 85–92 Sign o' the Times Songs in the Key of Life The Velvet Underground & Nico Undertale OST Vespertine Ziggy Stardust Back in the High Life Bitches Brew Black Album (Metallica) Boston (self-titled) Breakfast in America Cross (Justice) Currents (Tame Impala) Demon Days Goodbye & Good Riddance Samurai (Lupe Fiasco) Sung Tongs Travelling Without Moving True Blue (Madonna) Turnstiles Weird Al Yankovic in 3-D Whenever You Need Somebody 3 Feet High and Rising Aqualung Business as Usual Cuphead OST Lateralus Mollusk (Ween) Omnipotent Youth Society (self-titled) Over-Nite Sensation PetroDragonic Apocalypse Solid State Survivor SOS (SZA) Spirit Phone The Chirping Crickets This Year's Model (Attractions) Tommy (The Who) Trout Mask Replica Etazhi Flood (Boris) Flood (They Might Be Giants) Floral Shoppe Good Faith (Madeon) Indestructible Beat of Soweto LUX (Asleep Country) Mother 1 OST Philosophy of the World Pink Tape (Lil Uzi Vert) Pinkerton Recovery (Eminem) Soundtracks for the Blind Unhappy Refrain Worlds (Porter Robinson) Zombie (Fela Kuti) Adventures (T-Square) An empty bliss beyond this World Cyriak's Animation Remix Excursions (C418) Fourth World (Kara's Flowers) Global Drum Project Grim Fandango OST Hawaii: Part II Hell's Pit (Insane Clown Posse) I Didn't Mean to Haunt You Let Her Burn Octavarium Odyssey (HOME) Spirituality and Distortion Squaredance (Kitsune^2) Under the Western Freeway 005: A Lovely Pear Another Light (Red Vox) bird world Cave World death cycle (begotten) Geogaddi He Has Left Us Alone… Hit Vibes (SAINT PEPSI) Motorway (Fearofdark) SAVED! (Kristin Hayter) SGFR Presents: RIP^2 TRUST CEREMONY Untitled Paint Project Volcanic Bird Enemy… WLFGRL zero_one

[taintedcigs]

ive said this probably one too many times that it's getting boring now but i swear, ziggy, your writing is ALWAYS. always so interesting to me! i love the way you have such creative stories and au's, this trope is SO perfectly delicious, crazy freak!reader x crazy freak!eddie? and they're both so obsessed with each other? IM SO SEATED.

To anyone else in the bar he looked deranged, like a demon straight from hell here in a human form, but to you? He looked like a God, a fucking King. 

The look in his eyes caused a pool to form between your legs, the black veil of iniquity clouded your vision, a certain wickedness emitted from him and you were drawn to it like a magnet. THIS IS IS SO PERFECT BC THIS IS EXACTLY HOW I FEEL ABT OBSESSED/JEALOUS FICTIONAL!!! MEN. also reminds me of THIS scene from himym LMAO

“it should be,” he grins down at you, moving your neck to plant a kiss behind your ear, “it’s a variation of the Mother goddess of all demons… and after what we just did, fuck.” he grunts, squeezing your bare thigh and hoisting you higher up to him, “satan himself couldn’t tear you away from me.” JUST. PERFECT.

idk how you think of SUCH perfect things and pair them with the most delicious smut. obsessed, as always <3

𝔩𝔦𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔥: 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔤

𓆙 crazy! lilith! reader x eddie

𓆙 same au as this that will now be referred to as the lilith au

𓆙 summary: the beginning of how eddie met lilith. based on this ask from @serasvictoria “Loved Lilith crazy reader (so good!) and I’d like to read about the moment where Eddie first went “fuck, I’m into this.”” hope i did you proud 🥹💋 i like to think eddie met her and couldn’t stop thinking about her.

𓆙 tw: 18 + only, smut p in v unprotected, violence, blood, demon themes, soul mates connecting. nicknames, weed, drinking mentioned. both eddie and reader are over 18. Billy makes an appearance 🙄

𓆙 3.9k words

The bar stunk like it always did. BO seeping out from the uniforms of the guys fresh from their shift at the plant mixed with spilled keg beer. The stench wafted through the dank air creating a reeking stench that was custom for the Hideout, keeping the well lined pockets of Hawkins rich away from the hole-in-the-wall bar. 

Eddie was in a mood tonight, and his friends could feel it. By nature, he was accustomed to breaking up fights with the drunks, offering whatever asshole with a clenched fist a joint if they would just leave it be. The Hideout was like a home to him, and he hated any sort of disturbance to the small peace the shitty bar had to offer. 

But tonight? He didn’t know he would be the one to start a fight, especially not after seeing you walk through the front doors. 

He had seen you there before. Always dressed like you deserved to be somewhere better, somewhere that didn’t smell like armpits and unwashed balls. Lips painted in a deep color but from the shitty lighting he never could tell if it was purple or black. 

He watched from a distance as you shrugged off one piss drunk guy after another, each leaving with their tails tucked between their legs, muttering shit like crazy bitch, she’s fucking insane did’ya hear what she said to me? Eddie stood by and laughed, admiring the mysterious girl who wouldn’t give anyone a chance. 

Setting up equipment last week Eddie’s eyes were trained on the time, having it down to a science on when you’d show up, and there you were. Rolling your eyes to the catcalls from the old timers and going straight to the bar, a glinted smile on your lips as you purred your order, one he had already memorized from watching you show up week after week. Eddie leaned back and hollered to Jeff, asking if he knew who you were. 

Jeff said what he thought your name was, claiming you worked with his sister at the Hideaway, the diner that served beer and home style food, you were a senior maybe? But neither of them had seen you around before. 

You were a mystery to him, and he was hooked. He looked for you in classes, down the orange and green brick painted hallways. Fuck, he even went to the Hideaway but could never find you there. It was almost as if you only existed in his dreams or at the Hideout. 

Corroded Coffin wasn’t performing tonight, instead the four guys leaned over the sticky table in the back corner, their table, tossing quarters into a shot glass and shooting the shit. Well three of the four were having a good time, the other was quiet, brooding behind dark eyes. 

You had walked in like you always did, 10 o’clock on the dot, only this time you weren’t alone. 

Billy Hargrove? Really? 

Eddie couldn’t help but roll his eyes, how fucking cliche could you be? Finding the first swinging dick in Hawkins with a loud car and immediately going on a date with him. Eddie was disgusted, but more so, jealous. 

Hours ticked by, and beer after beer, one gut rot shot after another, Eddie’s jealousy brewed into pure hatred. His dark eyes bored into you, but you didn’t even notice. 

He hated you. Hated your stupid smile, the way you kept giggling at Billy’s jokes. just wait til you see him naked, sweetheart, the laughing won’t stop there, he thought to himself. 

Loathing the way your black painted nails curled into Billy’s denim jacket, no doubt he probably fed you a line about how he works out. Eddie’s eyes roll back again and he breathes heavily through his nose, sucking the last shot of whiskey through his teeth, letting the bitter taste melt on his tongue and burn with each fiery drop down his throat. 

Trying to keep himself busy, he finds himself flicking open his switchblade, pressing the top of the blade into the black leather cushion, wishing it was Billy’s neck instead. He can’t hear what anyone is saying behind him, didn’t even notice that Gareth was talking about learning a new song. His full attention was on you. 

Billy gets up from his bar stool, the noise from the drag of the legs on the floor scratches against Eddie’s skin, adding insult to injury. He shoots you a wink and makes his way to the back towards the bathroom. 

Watching him disappear into the dark lit corner, Eddie stands on wobblier legs than he would have liked. Boots heavy and clunky as he stalks his way over to you. Not at all knowing what he was going to do or say, going on pure adrenaline. 

Your perfume hits him first, a warm note of vanilla mixed with a tobacco hint of camels. The red top you’re wearing is cut low, showcasing your pretty neck and plunging deep into the cleavage of your tits. A black leather jacket sits on your shoulders, the zippers shining with the warm light. 

Your eyelashes bat at him as he approaches your table, but you still don’t look his way, and he stands next to you like he’s known you for years, drawn to you like a moth to a flame. 

“I’ll take another one of these,” you say, pushing your empty glass towards him with your middle finger, “make it a strong one.” 

“I don’t work here,” Eddie scoffs, moving your drink out of his way and placing an arm on the back of your chair, glaring down at you “but you already knew that.” 

The air shifts when you look up at him, it’s heavier, thicker than peanut butter, and you almost choke at the way his Adam's apple bobs in his throat. 

“What makes you think I would know that?” 

Eddie shifts, the liquor on his breath is spicy and warm. 

“Because I've seen you here before, and not once have you ordered a drink from me.” 

A wicked grin coaxes its way to your lips and you cross your legs, the toe of your high heel touching Eddie’s knee, and you lean your elbow on the table closer into him. 

“Stalking me big boy?” 

“And if I was?” his voice is low, the ends of his hair sway as he dips into your space, eyes never leaving yours, making sure he was all you could see as he whispers, “something tells me you wouldn’t mind that.”

The toe of your shoe grazes his inner thigh and the tip of something hard, making the corner of your lip tease up as you pluck the stem of the cherry from your empty drink. Bringing it to your mouth, you never stop looking into his eyes, and his haven’t left yours either. 

The flesh of the cherry breached your lips and you lick the bottom of it, humming at the taste of the grenadine and sour whiskey on your tongue, finally biting the cherry, you toss the stem behind you. Chewing softly on the sugary fruit and leaning back, Eddie’s eyes taking you in. 

His ringed hand crawls up your stocking clad thigh, circling your soft skin, rubbing at the hem of your skirt. 

“am I right, sweetheart?” 

He doesn’t need you to say he’s correct because he already knows, your eyes speak for you, a dark glint to them, dripping with want, and he wouldn’t doubt if you were to open your legs that your panties would wet with a sweet heat he desperately needed to taste. 

“You’re pretty cocky for a guy who’s been staring at me for months but has never said a word until tonight.” 

It's Eddie's turn for silence when your pretty nails reach out to trace the handcuffs on his belt, shifting your legs so the left is now crossed over the right, each taking more and more from one another waiting for the first to break. 

“Why tonight? hmm?” your nails rubbing against the metal and leather, thumb grazing his zippered crotch, getting a devil hint of what he has hiding beneath. “Didn’t like seeing me with someone else? Already putting your claim on me, huh?” 

He didn’t need to answer because you already knew. 

The first time you laid eyes on him he was playing the solo to Master of Puppets, the cold air seeped into your bones from your walk from the Hideaway, and you needed a drink after your shitty shift.

Your eyes met and it was instant, a primal heat that drew you in and kept you coming back, waiting impatiently. Watching from afar calculating his moves, the way he held himself so confidently, his lithe muscles rippling when carrying band equipment from the stage. The way his throat vibrated when he sang, the quick jerk of his fingers as they strummed each key. How sweaty his hair would get after his set, shit you were infatuated. 

He dips low to you again, a hand landing on your hip, sending shivers to your spine. 

“You’re lost, sweetheart.” 

Confused, you look up at him, quirking an eyebrow, challenging him, “lost?” 

His fingers squeeze gently at your hip, his other hand moving your chin so you can look at him directly, his thumb moving over your bottom lip, pulling it down and almost groaning as it pops back into place against your teeth, “yeah, you’re supposed to be with me.” 

“Well well, if it isn’t the freak caught with his hands in the cookie jar.” 

Neither of you look at Billy, the heat between you still strong, sweltering. 

“Hargrove,” Eddie greets, eyes never leaving yours, “thanks man.” 

Billy shoots you a look, fists clenched, “for what?” 

Eddie stands up straight, hands leaving you to retreat into his jacket pocket, angling his shoulders back, “bringing my girl to me, seriously, I owe you.” 

Billy smirks and chuckles, “your girl huh?” 

“I didn’t stutter.” 

Eddie dogged the first swing, ducking and jabbing a brass knuckled fist into Billy’s stomach, sending him backwards into a table behind him, peanuts and beer spray up across the bar.  

Stalking towards Billy, the shine of Eddie’s brass knuckles gleam against his fist, matching the shine of the wink he shoots you, and he’s caught off guard when you re-cross your legs and lick your top lip, hooded eyelids flashing him a sinful look of lust. 

He chuckles at the sight of you, how you’re not afraid of him, how you didn’t run, the way you look like you’re almost enjoying this. Fuck.

Billy’s boot kicks Eddie square in the jaw, blooding up his bottom lip, sending him tumbling back a few steps, giving Billy the upper hand. 

Neither of them expect what comes next. Eddie didn’t notice you get up, planting your heels on the ground and grabbing the bar stool by the legs. He only heard the thud of Billy falling to the ground and the crack of splintered wood teetering across the ground, the remaining pieces of the stool tossed to your feet. 

Heels echoing across the floor, you tiptoe around the wood kneeling down to grab Billy’s blond hair between your fingers, twisting as his head raises from the floor. 

“Date’s over,” your voice is sweet with each word, almost pleasant in the delivery, “understand?” 

“Fucking crazy bitch,” Billy spits. 

The whip of a knife whizzes past your ear, catching on the meat of Billy’s hand, nailing him to the floor. 

Billy gasps and grunts mumbling shit under his breath. 

Turning your head you look up at the dark haired metalhead. His eyes are darker than they were all night, a twitch formed in one of his eyelids. The blood dripping from his chin was sticky against his pale skin. To anyone else in the bar he looked deranged, like a demon straight from hell here in a human form, but to you? He looked like a God, a fucking King. 

The look in his eyes caused a pool to form between your legs, the black veil of iniquity clouded your vision, a certain wickedness emitted from him and you were drawn to it like a magnet.

He stomps to both you and Billy, bending down he reaches a hand over your back, grabbing ahold of your hip, making you stand up with him. 

“Wrong answer.” Eddie grunts, his boot shoving the blade in further. 

He’s taller than you expected him to be, his broad shoulders are rolled back and he peers down at you, a dimpled smirk on his lips. 

Standing on tiptoes, you reach up to his face. His strong jaw ripples between clenched teeth under your fingers. Rubbing the cut on his bottom lip with your thumb, he doesn’t flinch, only breathes heavy when you smear the blood around, and pop it into your mouth. The devil’s smile on your lips as you hum around your thumb, the acidic burnt taste of his blood on your tongue.

He groans, squeezing your hips in his big hands, bringing you into him, his stiff cock pressed heavy against your middle. 

“Wanna get outta here?” your fingers walk up against his chest, fingernails scratching down until they land on his belt, lightly yanking the leather towards you.

“Your place or mine?” His voice is low, hungry. 

“I’m not picky.” 

“didn’t think you were, c’mon sweetheart.” 

Eddie grabs your hand and drags you through the front door, your laugh fills the night air, taking away any chill from it, your bodies serving as heaters.  He opens the drivers door of his van and you get in climbing over the center console. 

He climbs in behind you, almost choking when you throw a leg back over and sit firmly in his lap. 

“Fuck.” 

Your fingers work to the collar of his shirt, ripping it down the center, showing off his pretty porcelain skin etched with scrawls of a demon-like face and a black widow on his chest, heaving as he tries not to blow his load right there and then. 

Eyes rake over him, followed by the scratch of your nails, he hisses and groans as your lips attach to his neck, licking sweet and warm under his ear, “about time you talked to me..” 

Your hips move against him, his hands burning into the fabric of your skirt and lifting slightly, thumbs searing into your thighs, “looks like you just needed to get jealous, hmm?” 

Eddie’s hands work your jacket from your shoulders, groaning as the neon light from the bar hits you, illuminating the delicate skin of your shoulders, and the tight strap from your bra, he moans and yanks you forward, hands full on your breasts as his fingers roll against your nipples. His lips perched to the column of your throat. Your moans filling the van when his tongue salves across your throat, working a hickey into your neck, “that’s what I thought big boy, mmm, you’re easy to read.”

His dick kicks up when the pad of his thumb hits a steel ball on either side of your nipples, and he bites hard into your neck, causing you to yelp and moan, enjoying the pleasured pain. 

“course I was jealous,” Eddie groans against your skin, working his tongue along his teeth marks, “fuckin’ look at you, goddamn devil woman.” 

Your hand works to his jaw, wrapping closed around his throat and shoving him back hard into the seat. Nose to nose with him, your tongue darting out to catch the flesh of his lip, whispering hot against his mouth as you press your wet cunt down into him, “you like that? The evil inside of me?” 

His hand wraps around your throat, large rings cutting into your skin, pressing hard against the bite he put into your neck. Eyes rolling to white you hum a moan so pretty against his hand his dick kicks up again, straining beneath the denim. 

He brings you close to him, lips ghosting over your own, “Like isn’t the right word.” 

His lips crash into yours, a mix of blood, spit and clashing teeth. It’s primal, the way your mouths work together, licking, sucking, lapping at one another, hungry for more. 

Your hands move feverishly against his belt, and his fingers waist no time shoving your skirt up higher, showing off the sheen from your pussy lips, slick and bare, no panties. 

He groans when his fingers push past your puffy lips and circle your clit, trying to suck him in where you need him most. 

“Fuck,” he chuckles, “you’re fucking soaked, Eddie get you all worked up?” 

“Is that your name?” you quip, working his velvet thick cock from his jeans, spitting on the tip and rubbing it around with your thumb, you wrap your fingers around his shaft pumping him once, “looked more like a Diablo,” your hand works him again, “Lucifer…” you push his head through your slick folds, sinking down enough that the head of his cock disappears, “.. or daddy to me.” 

Eddie rolls his eyes back into his head, biting his fist, and moaning loud, “fuck, you’re gonna kill me.” 

You tut between your teeth, “not tonight, tonight you’re mine.” 

Your full weight drops down onto his cock and you sigh a moan the same time Eddie groans and squeezes his eyes shut, and you take a second to catch your breath before you adjust yourself so you can circle your hips. your nails press into his chest again, leaving scarlet marks in your wake, his skin pulled from itself and under your fingers, and he can’t get enough, 

The buckles on your bra straps are plucked like dandelion heads against the cup, threads frayed under Eddie's hands as your tits bounce from their confinements, pretty piercings glinting in the neon lights. 

“Tell me,” you groan, your own hands pushing your tits together and biting your lip from the pure ecstasy that’s laced into Eddie’s cock, “tell me how good this is.” 

“Fuck look at you, taking me so fuckin’ deep.” his thumb circles your clit as his hips buck up into you, eliciting more pretty moans that rattle the windows in the van, matching his grunts and sweat-stuck bangs. “should have, mm yeah shit just like that, fuck! don’t stop, scooped you up the first night I saw you.” 

He wasn’t like the other lame dicks in Hawkins, this one seemed different, better. You knew from the moment you saw him that he could keep up with you, wouldn’t be turned away from your demon lust or the darkness that permeated through your skin. Just as Billy had said, this guy was a freak. Like you. 

Eddie lifts you up and turns, slamming you into the seat so your face is pressed against the warm leather, ass angled up, pussy split open and weeping from his cock. 

He works his dick between your folds, relishing in the way you try to suck him in greedily, chuckling as you pout and scowl when he teases you some more. 

“what’s the matter pretty girl? You don’t like being teased?” 

“no,” you whine as he does it again, laughing at your eager pussy and desperate cries. A hand lands hard on the fat of your ass and you jump under his hand, moaning and pushing yourself back into him, “more, fuck, please.”

That’s all Eddie needed to hear before he’s deep inside you again, your gummy walls clenching around him as he bottoms out, His large hand printed on your skin. “fuck you’re nasty, such a dirty slut aren’t ya?” 

“yes, fuck.” your tongue licks the leather seat, eyes looking back to see the blackness cloud Eddie’s eyes and for a split second you swore there were horns on his head. 

He pumps into you faster, met by your hand circling your clit, he leans forward to suck into your shoulder blade, licking up the back of your neck, whispering into your ear as his hips jack knife into you, “come for me, fuckin’ come for daddy.” 

Wet floods your fingers and heat coils in your belly as your orgasm spreads, the back of Eddie’s seat has moon shaped indents on the left side as you claw into it, moaning against it. 

His fingers are grabbing you hard enough it will leave bruises on your hips, he grunts into you, working you through your leg shaking high. “Did so good for me, yeah you like this cock? gripping me like a fuckin’ vice honey, ’m gonna come, where you want me?” 

You twist beneath him, facing him to see his sweaty chest, hair sticking to his neck in places, dark eyes gleaming in a lust infused state of bliss, fat cock red and swollen. The demon of your dreams. 

The makeup on your eyes were smudged from sweat and your face grinding into the seat, you lick your lips and eye the pre cum on his cock, your slick soaking his length, coating the course hair at the base. “I wanna know how we taste.” 

Eddie groans, grabbing your waist roughly and adjusting you both carelessly to the back, shoulders knocking into the seats and whatever other bullshit was tossed into the void. 

He kisses you harsh, fingers tweezed around your nipple piercing, groaning at your little moans as you bite his split lip and shove him onto his back. Peering down at him with soulless eyes you work your way down his body, tangling yourself in between his legs, you wrap your lips around his fat length. 

The heady taste of your arousal and the brine of his precum mix on your tongue, marrying into a profound taste that could only be described as heaven and hell. 

His hips wiggle beneath you, desperate for more of your mouth, you giggle before swallowing him into your throat in one single move, working your hands up and down his shaft, in tandem with your swirling tongue. 

Groans replace your desperate moans from earlier, lewd sounds streak up the fogged fucked windows of the van, and it’s not long before Eddie is spilling into your mouth, muttering nonsense. 

You suck him clean, and he hisses at your wicked tongue lapping around him. 

“Fuck Lilith,” Eddie groans, sleepy little smile on his lips as he pulls you into his sweaty chest, skin to skin, “you’re out of this world.” 

You quirk a brow and push his bangs back from his forehead, “that’s not my name, Eddie.” 

“it should be,” he grins down at you, moving your neck to plant a kiss behind your ear, “it’s a variation of the Mother goddess of all demons… and after what we just did, fuck.” he grunts, squeezing your bare thigh and hoisting you higher up to him, “satan himself couldn’t tear you away from me.” 

A wicked grin paints your lips, and you surprise yourself when you push them into Eddie’s, fingers wrapped tight around his neck. 

Eddie was wrong, you weren’t lost, just missing a piece to your puzzle, needing someone to delve into the darkest part of your mind, to be enthused by your antics, applauding your wickedness. and that someone, was found at a smelly dive bar. Him. 

Ave Satani

♡tag list: @dashingdeb16 @emxxblog @mopeymopeymouse @pretendthisnameisclever @mommybaby-witch @eddies-acousticguitar @tlclick73 @figmentofquinn @eddies-stinky-battle-jacket @whenshelanded @micheledawn1975 @3rd-conchord * @leelei1980 @mopeymopeymouse @browneyes8288 @emilyslutface @mmunson86 @josephquinnsfreckles @eddiesxangel @elegantkoalapaper * @str4ngergirlw0rld * @corrodedcoffincumslut @nailbatanddungeon @katethetank @munsons-mayhem28 * @mandyjo8719 @joannamuns9n @littlebookworm86 @hunnybuns-world @feyremunson

+ a few lovely moots: @taintedcigs @eiightysixbaby @prettyboyeddiemunson @succubusmunson @eddieschains @eddiemunsons-missingnipple @littledemondani

[charlierejouis]

Quick Notes: Chapter 276

Let's go!

It's always great to get a cute Pino cover.

It's crazy that Ziggy released the Shining Stars out of guilt. He wasn't willing to keep up the lie, for better or worse. This won't be a good reveal for them...

This feels like a Shiki move: hope the best in someone only to get the worst. We've seen this in past arcs, but this is the first we're seeing it from AI.

"I should have stopped you myself..." Think of it this way: you're right.

I'm going to refer to this AI as Void (like the Smash/Multiversus player). Love how Mashima's drawing Void in those two panels.

Well, here it comes. The super cliche choice to save everyone.

Or... not... Looks like I'll be breaking out Mashima's School of Despair next week.

We've gone full circle. Shiki's the Demon King again.

See you!

[watcher-ofthe-sky-art]

"So we are settling this one-on-one, grandpa?"

[greennime]

"I'm fine with the killing of all humans, but does it have to be your own son?"

I think she's just along for the ride. Not so much the ideology,,

[animeniacfan]

So Everyone one Lendard Might be Sus?

So Everyone one Lendard Might be Sus?

Edens Zero Chapter 210 Review/Recap So, first, you’re telling me that Ziggy, the one that Shiki’s been fighting half of the story now, might not even be the real big bad? Not only that, but I was right about Ziggy not truly being evil. However, it would seem that I was wrong about him having a split personality. According to Ziggy, someone on-planet is sus. And that sus person is the real enemy…

[biglotto]

Edens Zero Chapter 161

Demon King Ziggy vs Emperor Nero

[crykats]

Había olvidado subir éste coloreo por aquí...