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[joncronshawauthor]

Jon's author diary - December 15, 2023 #amwriting

📚 Welcome to this week’s Author Diary! 📚 What’s in Store This Week: 🔪 Working on “Scoundrels”I’ve been immersed in developing my thief fantasy novel, “Scoundrels.” This novel is a prequel to “Dawn of Assassins,” featuring the same beloved characters but set before the events of the original story. 📘 Crafting the Book Description for “The Fall of Wolfsbane”Condensing a 108,000-word novel into a…

[geekynerfherder]

AP Edition prints by Malleus.

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'Mudhoney at Milan, Tour Poster'. 50cm x 70cm 4 colour screen print on 280gm black paper, in a limited AP edition of 99 for €40.

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[mellosakicc]

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[jarofalicesgrunge]

Alice in Chains Concert in London, England, 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 March 26th 1991.

📸By: Caroline Sansone

[ninetieshaze]

[musicmags]

[grungeincluded]

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[slutdge]

Mudhoney's third show ever, 1988

[📷: Charles Peterson]

[vintagecase]

View of the Metro (Cabaret Metro) from Wrigleysville Dogs parking lot, Chicago.

Where I once met half of Mudhoney pre-show (Matt Lukin and Dan Peters) and various members of The Frogs, Madder Rose, etc.

[screamingforyears]

IN_A_MINUTE:

AN INDIE EXPRESS… // “DARE ME” is the second single from @beachfossilsnyc’s forthcoming LP titled ‘Bunny’ (6/2 @bayonetrecords) & it finds Dustin Payseur’s Brooklyn-based project waxing upon “conflict, friendship, & the intoxication of new love… willing to let yourself be stupid, vulnerable, pissed off & forgiving” over a tidy 2 ½ mins of guitar-driven DreamPop. @chainofflowersband are here w/ “THE WALL,” the second single from their forthcoming sophomore LP titled ‘Never Ending Space’ (5/26 @_a_l_t_e_r_) & it finds the London by way of Cardiff based outfit sounding wholly “reunited & rejuvenated” across 4+ mins of first_waving, sultrily shimmered & The Horrors-esque PostPunk… that sax tho!! “KEYS DOWN IF YOU STAY” (@firetalkrecs) is a new standalone single from @band_cola & it finds Montreal-based trio of former Ought members Tim Darcy (vocals/guitar) & Ben Stidworthy (bass) alongside US Girls drummer Evan Cartwright bringing their drowsily deadpanned & meticulously minimal brand of post_punking BummerPop. @wearefacs are here w/ “CONSTELLATION,” the final single in the run-up to their forthcoming EP titled ‘Still Life In Decay’ (4/7 @troubleinmindrecords) & it finds the Chicago-based trio of Alianna Kalaba (bass), Noah Leger (drums) & Brian Case (guitar/vocals) bringing a terse bout of rangy & nervously taut ArtRawk. “LITTLE DOGS” is the final single in the run-up to @mudhoney_’s forthcoming LP titled ‘Plastic Eternity’ (4/7 @subpop) & it finds the Seattle-based quartet of vocalist Mark Arm, guitarist Steve Turner, bassist Guy Maddison & drummer Dan Peter paying homage to undersized hounds (& maybe The Stooges) over 3 mins of playfully goofed AltRawk.

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LISTEN TO THESE CRUNCHY TUNES DOWN BELOW...

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[bettyfrommars]

it’s the a7x anon 😘

imagine stripper harlot reader and eddie falls for her (obviously) and he follows her to a club one night. it’s an underground club (got me thinking blood rave from blade) but shes deadly, she sucks the soul out of men in the clubs, poisons them for fun, the club is filled with different types, vampires, wolves, ghouls, but none are more desired or feared than her.

Sympathy for the Devil

eddie x demon!fem!reader

It's the mid-90's and Eddie has moved to Seattle with the rest of Corroded Coffin to get in on the music scene. He sees you one night dancing at a bachelor party and can't seem to stop thinking about you. His hunt for you takes him to a dark part of town where only monsters dare to go. wc: 2.5k

18+ONLY, grunge!eddie, descriptions of monsters, eventual smut, star-crossed lovers, Gareth, reader described as having thick hips and tattoos, exotic dancers, alcohol consumption, breathing fire. Readers dad is basically Hellboy.

Part 1: Great Balls of Fire

Part 2: Mark of the Beast

Part 3: Burn it Down

A/N: There is just so much I want to explore on this topic, I had to turn it into multiple parts. No smut in this chapter, but there will be in the next two, if there are people who want to read it. I love any reason for a good Blade blood shower. I love this anon, and I hope I did some justice to your idea.

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Eddie dropped down into the dark venue on a wing and a prayer, hoping you were working that night.  He didn’t know your schedule, he only knew you from that one night two weeks ago when he was there for Jeff’s bachelor party.  

Out of a sea of beautiful, scantily clad women, you stood out like a flash of  lightning in a pitch black night.

“I can’t believe we’re here again, man,” Gareth complained, swiping his hair out of his face.

“What are you afraid of?” Eddie shouted over his shoulder, hoping to be heard above the throbbing, electronic music. His eyes scanned the crowd for you, or any one he remembered seeing you talk to that first night.  Ahead of them, down the shadowed alcove of the venue were several dancers gyrating on poles and spreading their legs out wide for customers at the rack to hook dollar bills into their g-strings.  

“I’m afraid my girl will cut my nuts off if she finds out I came here with you,” Gareth responded.  

Gareth's hair was shorter than it had been when they were in high school. It was just long enough to tuck behind his ears, but still so full and curly that he had to slick it back.  Eddie’s hair was much longer now, almost to his nipples, and he’d grown his bangs out, so it was more grunge rather than early 80’s metal.  

“We went to see Mudhoney at the Crocodile,” Eddie confirmed. “That’s all you need to tell her.  We only came here to look for someone.”  They had done exactly that, and the Mudhoney show had been amazing. Corroded Coffin’s relocation to Seattle was the best decision Eddie had ever made, and he was grateful his band made the journey with him.  They were all renting this old house on Capitol Hill and getting paying gigs a couple times a month—it was a dream.

But since he’d laid eyes on you—he could barely function.

You had bewitched him in the best of ways.  

So, there he was---dragging Gareth back to the same strip club to look for you.  He honestly didn’t expect to get your number, or even talk to you—he just needed to see you again.   

Once he reached the dimly lit red cocktail bar, Eddie froze.  “She’s not here,” he wet his dry lips, getting on the balls of his feet to scan the crowd. “I mean, I don’t see her.”

“Okay, great, "Gareth tried to avert his eyes from the women on stage so that he wouldn’t feel guilty.  “Can we go now?”

But Eddie wasn’t ready to give up that easily.  

“Hey,” he called over to one of the servers he remembered from the last time. She was about to carry a tray of drinks over to a table when she caught his eye and her face lit up.  

Eddie was awkward when he didn't want to be, but on every other occasion—he possessed a decent amount of charm.  Plus, this particular server was a fan of his band, he just didn’t know it.

Eddie stroked some hair behind his ear and leaned closer, giving her your full description, right down to the color of your eyes, and the details of a few of your tattoos, and then asked if you were working that weekend.

The server shook her head, her cheeks burning hot under Eddie's attention.  “Sorry, she’s not here. I think she’s at the Devils Den tonight.”

Eddie squinted at Gareth and the both of them mouthed “the devils den” with a question mark, like they had never heard of it in all of the 2 years they’d been there.  

The Devil’s Den did not advertise.  You could not find it in the phone book.  It was a word of mouth or friend of a friend only, and security was tight.

“Be careful,” the redhead server offered a warning, passing Eddie her phone number on the inside of a gum wrapper with a wink. Gareth rolled his eyes and headed for the door.

Eddie drove Gareth back to his car first.

“You sure you don’t want me to go with?” Gareth asked Eddie over the hood, strumming his fingers on the metal.

“Nah man, I’m good,” Eddie assured him, twirling his keys on his finger as he walked backwards. “You go home to your girl.  I’ll call you tomorrow.”

He remembered the directions the redhead told him as he sucked down a cigarette with the window open, blowing smoke out into the crisp city night.  It took him down through the east end of town, along a tunnel, and then shot him deep into the industrial district.  Vacant buildings loomed like faceless gargoyles as his van rolled along the dismal expanse, void of human life.

The building was unmarked, but the address was correct; he checked it with the numbers inked on his palm several times.  He parked a block away and walked over with his fists shoved deep into the pockets of his leather while scraps of paper and leaves skidded across the pavement.  His long hair flew across his lips and clung there until he peeled the strand back and tucked it behind his ear again.

He could hear the music now, thudding low from inside the building as he rounded the corner.  

There was a purple light coming from the open doorway, and a minotaur man with a thick tail and broad shoulders sat on a stool blowing smoke out his nostrils.  Eddie heard him ask the couple ahead of him to see their IDs, so Eddie got his ready.

You just happened to be on your way out for a smoke when you saw him—-

Him.

The one you couldn’t take your eyes off of two weekends ago. The grungy boy with the long hair you couldn’t stop thinking about.

What was he doing at a monster bar? Did you want him to see you like this? 

Self-consciously, you spun around, ducking your head so he wouldn’t see your horns, wondering if you should try to cover them with your hood and retract your claws. 

Eddie handed the Minotaur bouncer his ID.

“What the fuck you want me to do with this?” The bouncer asked, aggressively standing up to his full height which was close to 7ft.  His voice bellowed, “no humans allowed, can’t you read?” Sure enough, there was a black and white sign on the door that said: NO UNAUTHORIZED HUMANS ALLOWED.

Eddie tucked his ID back in his wallet, about to offer to try and pay the guy off when he saw you appear in the doorway.

“Oh shit,” Eddie whispered to himself.  You were even more stunning than the night he first saw you. Now you have horns? He hadn't noticed them the other weekend at the club; maybe you had them tucked under your wig. He could tell you were different, but he had no idea you were what was known in human circles as a Beastly.  

“He’s with me,” you told the enormous Minotaur man, and Eddie watched him cower before you.  He sat back down on his stool and bowed his head, muttering his apologies.  

He had to remember not to let his jaw hang slack as you walked closer, swaying your hips as you did so, plucking a cigarette out of the pack to pop it into your mouth.  He noticed that what he once thought were tattoos were actually designs that seemed like they were burned into your flesh; they glowed orange in the night as if there was lava flowing in your veins.  

Eddie patted his jacket and his back pockets, forgetting where he put his lighter. Once he found it, his hand was trembling, but he took a breath and cupped his palm over the flame, leaning forward to offer it to you.

You hesitated, searching his rich brown eyes.  His very human eyes: you wanted to watch them sparkle.  “Do you want to see something cool?”

Eddie lowered his hands and poked his tongue out between his teeth. “Always.”

“It might freak you out,” you warned.

“I love getting freaked out.”

You held the cigarette out and blew on the end of it, producing a string of fire from your lungs.  It was a soft, blue flame and Eddie watched the tip of your smoke light up and crackle with embers just as the fire disappeared behind your lips again.

“Party trick,” you took a drag, squinting one eye at him playfully.  

“Can you do mine?” Eddie opened the top pocket of his jacket to pull out a smoke from his pack, while a few more bodies shuffled by on their way to the door.  Two had chalk white skin with fangs, one had the snout of a pig and a green mohawk, and the other looked like she could’ve passed as human, until she stuck her tongue out at one of the other men and it was long and forked, falling almost to her chest.  

They each gave Eddie a suspicious look, but when they saw you standing there, they quickly jerked their stares away.

Eddie gripped the cig between his full lips, and his eyes never left you as you leaned in.  You could’ve produced a flame long enough to reach him where he was, but you decided to step in close, so that your mouth wasn’t far from his.

Your eyes met as you breathed a steady stream of fire.  The thought occurred to you that you could take him right then; you could suck his soul out like juice from a Capri Sun and he’d never know what hit him.  You could drink his essence like oxygen and fill your stomach with his charming warmth—but then you wouldn’t have him anymore, and your heart was screaming louder than your hunger.  

“That’s so rad,” Eddie chuckled.  He took a drag and then blew the smoke out sideways.  “What other tricks do you know?”

“I think it’s your turn to do a trick,” you raised an eyebrow. 

“What could a human possibly do to impress you?”

“I’m sure there are lots of ways you could impress me,” your smile was coy, and it made Eddie’s pupils widen with admiration.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered.

But then one of the ghouls with skin that looked stapled on stepped out of the doorway and said your name.  

“What is it?” You snapped.  Your demeanor changed—your eyes narrowing on her.  

“Sorry,” the ghoul stammered.  “Um, it’s Drucilla—she says there’s a phone call for you.”

“I’ll be right there,” you grumbled, waving her off, but when you turned back to Eddie, your face softened.  “I have to go.  If you’re around later we can—-”

“Yeah, I’ll wait,” Eddie said quickly.  He didn’t know how long the wait would be, and he didn’t care.

You motioned for him to follow you inside, and as he entered, the Minotaur bouncer grumbled: “Sorry about earlier, man.”

“It’s all good,” Eddie clapped him on his big, beefy shoulder.

There was a band at the back of the venue playing something that reminded him of Alice in Chains, and Eddie felt right at home.  Everyone turned in his direction, and he followed close behind as you traveled down a few carpeted steps to the long, low-lit bar along the wall.  Your tail flicked from side to side as you walked, and he smiled to himself when he noticed it.  

You swatted the bar with your hand to get Danny’s attention.  The wolfman bartender stopped the conversation he was having mid-sentence and rushed over, a furry hand swiping hair away from his beard.  

“He’s with me,” you told Danny, motioning over your shoulder to a bewildered Eddie.  “Anyone fucks with him, and I’ll rip their head off.”

You meant it literally, and Danny knew that.  

“I’ll keep an eye on your pet,” Danny nodded as he cleaned a glass with a towel.  He made eye contact with Eddie and ran his tongue over his sharp canines.

Eddie sank down onto a stool at the bar and watched you go, his heart hammering in his chest.  There were two exotic dancers in cages on either side of the dancefloor, and one looked like she had reptilian skin with an alligator tail.  The action on the main floor was more of a mosh pit than actual dancing, and he knew the guys from his band would dig this place.  He wondered what you would think of his music if you saw him perform; maybe he could do a few tricks for you on stage. He wanted to look out and see you in the crowd and know you were his.

“What can I get you?” Danny asked, flipping a coaster in front of Eddie with a flourish.  

Flustered at his choices, Eddie ordered a beer, and then he leaned in.  “Hey, what is her story? Why does everyone seem so…afraid of her?”

“You mean you don’t know who she is?” Danny raised both bushy eyebrows at him as he popped the cap on his beer. 

Eddie shrugged, eyes dancing over the wall of bottles.  “I have no idea, man.  This isn’t my scene.”

Danny came forward and put his hairy forearms on the bar.  “Yeah well, her dad is the head Devil in charge of all of this,” he gestured around.  “He runs the underground Beast Mob, and everyone is scared shitless of him.”  Danny scooted Eddie’s beer forward, giving him a pointed look.  “And you should be too.  He hates humans.”

Eddie swallowed hard.  “I’m pretty good with parents,” he mumbled. 

He sat there for a while and sipped his beer, taking in the scenery and the other monsters, when he caught sight of you weaving your way back through the crowd.  Everyone you walked by seemed to beg to touch you or talk to you; a couple of them even bowed.  He wanted to have you on his arm, to feel the fire from your lungs burn his skin.

“Hey,” the person behind Eddie tapped his shoulder, and Eddie spun around to find an orc-looking guy with two tusks jutting up from his bottom teeth.  

“Yeah, man, what’s up?” 

The bartender glanced over Eddie’s shoulder at you, and then regarded him with a nod.  “Be careful with that one, son.  She will feast on your soul and drain you dry.”

Eddie turned to see you watching him from across the way, and you offered a shy wave.  Your short horns looked sharp and ready for battle; the marks in your skin glowed like neon.

Eddie sighed wistfully.  “Damn, I really hope so.”

[psychedeliclush]

( INFORMATION AND EXAMPLES OF EACH GENRE UNDER CUT )

GRUNGE !

Artists: Nirvana, Hole, Green River, Mudhoney, Pearl jam

Most popular Era: 90s

Basic definition: Grunge music is a raw and gritty genre that emerged in the late 1980s and early 1990s, characterized by its distorted guitars and angst-filled lyrics. Grunge music draws influences from punk rock, heavy metal, and indie rock, creating a sound that is loud, rebellious, and unpolished. The lyrics often explore themes of alienation, disillusionment, and social issues.

Song examples:

COUNTRY ROCK !

Artists: Eagles, Buffalo Springfield, The Byrds, Bob Dylan, Steve Miller Band

Most popular Era: 70s

Basic definition: Country rock music is a genre that blends traditional country music with elements of rock and roll. Characterized by its upbeat tempos, catchy melodies, and often heartfelt lyrics, country rock has a unique sound that appeals to fans of both genres. Country rock songs typically feature a mix of acoustic and electric instruments, creating a dynamic and energetic sound that is perfect for both dancing and listening.

Song examples:

[bikinikillarchives]

SHOWS BIKINI KILL PLAYED WITH NIRVANA

yeah we all know bikini kill played a crucial role in aspects of nirvana. despite the fact that they're often very simply watered down to Kurt Cobain having a crush on Tobi Vail and (good fucking lord) Kathleen naming Smells Like Teen Spirit, it's not often talked about how Kathleen, in her feminist art space Reko Muse, hosted some of earliest shows, and is even the venue featured on their first 1989 album cover, Bleach. in media, often overlooked as well is how Kurt himself had been a very outspoken feminist and supporter of the emerging Riot Grrrl scene and its bands. you can find more on that under this blogs 'kurt cobain' tag🥰

moving on cuz it has nothing to do with this really. i wanted to document the very few shows bikini kill had with nirvana. fliers and dates, etc. under cut.

EARLY

REKO MUSE, OLYMPIA, WA: JUNE 16, 1989.

pictured on the left is a flier Kathleen Hanna had made for a benefit show at Reko Muse, dated for Friday, June 16, 1989. Nirvana opened for the band Lush, and the show was hosted by Tammy Rae Carland. Tobi Vail joined the stage with Nirvana. x.

REKO MUSE, OLYMPIA, WA: APRIL 1, 1989.

hosted by Kathleen Hanna at Reko Muse, Nirvana played with Tree House and Helltrout on April 1, 1989. the cover album for their 1989 album Bleach was shot here, by Tracy Marander.

THE MUSHROOM, OLYMPIA, WA: FEBRUARY 9, 1991.

scheduled to play with Giant Henry and Bikini Kill ("plus maybe a cool band too."), Nirvana ended up not playing at this show due to Krist not being able to make it. instead Kurt Cobain, Dave Grohl, and BK guitarist Billy Karen, played on stage with Kill Rock Stars' co-founder Slim Moon's band, Witchypoo.

BIKNI KILL:

OK HOTEL, SEATTLE, WA: APRIL 17, 1991.

Bikini Kill opened for Fitz of Depression and Nirvana. Nirvana played an early version of Smells Like Teen Spirit for (what i believe!) the first time.

THE PARAMOUNT THEATRE, SEATTLE, WA: OCTOBER 31, 1991 (HALLOWEEN SHOW)

Bikini Kill opened for Mudhoney and Nirvana.

information sourced from livenirvana & Tiger Bomb.

[thestupidhelmet]

What new music would Hyde like in the 80s? The only things I've got are...

1. Bruce Springsteen. He would think Reagan using "Born in the USA" in his '84 presidential campaign is hilarious.

2. The last dying breath of the 70s, in the very early 80s (AC/DC, Another Brick in the Wall, etc).

3. The random mainstream anti-establishment that came out every once in awhile in the 80s (ik, hypocritical). Like Dirty Laundry, Money for Nothing, etc.

4. The very beginnings of grunge in the late 80s. I'm totally music illiterate in this regard, so any suggestions?

5. And Hyde would hate hair metal. Kelso would love it. Eric would mostly like softer 80s rock, like Genesis, Tears for Fears, Foreigner, Chicago, Journey, Huey Lewis and the News, etc.

You've started a good list there. 😃 I agree with what you wrote. The music he'd like in the early '80s would be by people and bands he already enjoyed in the '70s.

While Hyde would appreciate Eddie Van Halen's guitar work, he wouldn't like Van Halen as a band. Kelso, on the other hand, would think this band was created for him.

(I could go on about what Hyde wouldn't like, but that's not your ask. 😅)

He'd like:

Run-D.M.C.

Sonic Youth

Black Flag

Social Distortion

Green River

Mudhoney

Soundgarden

Nirvana (Bleach came out in 1989; it's my favorite Nirvana album, lol)

L7

Fugazi

Other good '80s bands exist (e.g., U2, Devo, They Might Be Giants, X, Living Colour, etc., but their musical style might not be to Hyde's liking).

He would despise MTV, in large part because of the musicians and bands it features, the commercialism and homogeneity of the bands, the inauthenticity plaguing mainstream rock. He'd stick to going to rock clubs to see his '80s bands play.

[musicmags]

[steviewashere]

Wiggle Wednesday

Doing my first Wiggle Wednesday before it's too late. Thank you @scoops-aboy86 for the tag!

Okay, I've had three worms in my head just knotted together trying to tug to different interests, so stay with me here. First, I've been thinking about that Steve Harrington coming out in his thirties post that I made yesterday—him seeing George Michael come out and finding the footing he needed to come out himself. Been thinking about maybe writing that, if people are interested. Idea in this post, if you wanted to check it out.

The second worm has been Punk Steve and Platonic Stobin (in the '90s) courtesy of an amazing ask in my inbox. Just trying to fulfill the prompt, but I, alas, am not a punk. Not really my go-to genre. So I've been trying to figure out how somebody—Steve specifically—would organically discover punk culture. Going from where my knowledge is and going with whatever info my stepdad gives me, as he's way into the punk genre and knows more than me. And so I've been mapping out like a tree of bands with similar genres or similar members or...whatever. I've gotten from what I currently see as Robin's favorite bands/artists that Steve leeches from—Blondie to Le Tigre to Bikini Overkill to The Slits. And Steve inherently liking those and discovering that he does enjoy the sound of punk, but mainly hardcore and ska? And also grunge; especially Nirvana, which had punk influence. So right now it's just a music hodgepodge of bands like: Nirvana, Mudhoney, Fugazi, T.S.O.L., Operation Ivy, Rancid, NOFX, but also bands like: The Slits, The Clash, Ramones (just these three that really kick off his interest, you feel me?). I dunno where I'm going with this, but I've just been trying to figure out Punk Steve in a realistic way from where he's at in the show and, y'know, where he'd be in the '90s.

The last worm has been where I want to go with Love at First Trim, my single parent Eddie/hairstylist Steve fic. I've got an old WIP ask to fulfill that has to do with this fic, but I'm sort of stuck right now with this piece. So I've been focusing mostly on newer projects as well as my Steddie Big Bang.

Yeah. I've got a whole handful of worms going on up in my big brain.

No pressure tags: @ataliagold @sidekick-hero @hotluncheddie @pearynice and uhh....anybody else who'd like to. I'm not sure who's done this already, mine is super late to the party (oops).