#but i need to DO MORE THINGSSSS

[deklo]

i’m supposed to be doing a cold plunge into the ocean today. i’m cold even in my cozies and bedroom i dont think i can do it

[kinixuki]

Wanted to draw a cozy spot that's somewhere out in the city of Fisher and not in the usual concrete hell complex, so here's another attempt of Tare's downstairs pillow spot. One day I will properly concept his house, but today we're having tea and cats.

[verflares]

lying face down on the floor. there are so many things to draw always. that is so crazy

[witchwhaat]

i miss london :(

[bareee]

Part 1

So,how's therapy goin?

Yal get 'nother one of the vamp games together, next bg3 comic takin a sec cause I've been workin more for some mones so gettin a small goof out for yal while I keep workin on thingssss

After finally gettin Astarion in the room how would the session go? Well,Sam will do his best XD as always gettin Andy's help, gonna need a lot more help with this one for sure.

[azure-cherie]

PAC : How are your guides / angels / God's / ancestors / working for you

Hellooo , how have you guys been ❤️?? Please choose the picture / pictures that resonate with you , know that this is a general reading and everything might not resonate, i hope a lot of does for you ❤️

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Pile 1 :

Dear pile 1 , what I receive is your guides/ spirits gods have been preparing you for a journey , they are throwing on opportunities for you to multitask , travel by air is significant for you guys for the coming months , things are going to spice up now , you will learn how to live , i believe lot of you here are young adults or just got into adulting , they are protecting and teaching you lovingly the ways of the world , they are teaching you how to handle responsibility in the real world .

They are taking in charge to work out some debatable situations so that you can practice your communication skills more , to argue with someone is a thing and to learn to keep your self respect and keep your point is another that's exactly what your guides have been planning on , they are making sure you can always find a common ground in a discussion always keeping your point with integrity

Practicality is something they are pushing you towards if you hear a voice while you study that you can do it it's them the lovely gods !!!! If you are motivated to plant seeds in your garden it's them the lovely gods!!!!! If you hear a voice while overspending that you are infact doing it's it's them the lovely gods !!!! They are keeping this check on you so that you can take valuable decisions in the future

They are lifting you of burdens and tell you to keep going in the journey, protecting you from a person who has been trying to lurk on your energy because they feel victimized from you but you aren't even doing anything to victimiz them , they just need to heal , you should keep going they are working really really hard to keep you on your toes , they are also motivating you to do more things that you love and are offering you a period of transformation, searching and rebirth with the death , fool and Ace of wands in order , it's such a time for you to grow and while the celestial beings give you infinite nourishment belive in yourself and that you are capable of big big thingssss

Ace of wands gives you a new life now it's the time to be courageous you know it all you just have to apply what you know already all the best to you love ;)

Charms : fish , bunny , tambourine, tree of life , sun , ice skater , heart , love letter , four leaved clover , cat , leaf ; letter - T , J ; number - 333 , 666 .

Songs : Brightside by The Lumineers, DNA by Kendrick Lamar , Vanilla Baby by Billie Marten , Fade into you by Mazzy star , Cold water by Justin Bieber .

Pile 2 :

Dear pile 2 , your guides are literally creating space for you , now it's the time to evaluate that what you are doing is really something that you want are you really into it ?! Are your decisions something you will not regret in the future or are you just acting on the spite of the moment , is it worth it ??? I think you guys are choosing a new degree or a new college or a new job in life , a lot of stuff is ending and you are on a cliffhanger whether to take what you already have or aim for more , you know the thing about working for the things we want isn't an act of greed you literally are hustling for it , go on love aim soooo bigggggg

Alright so what I see from the cards is that you might be taking a very big decision in your life thinking about love or thinking about a lover of yours , they are holding you back , I'm sorry to say that but it's the truth , eventually the surroundings and the people have to change , believe in the power of changes and let go of the old stuff there's literally so much more to look forward to , they are teaching you to look for the right thing at the right time , it's hard but this is an essential lesson , be good to yourself

They are making sure that This new phase in your life will bring you new love and new friends that would feel like a family, you will get what you have been longing for . That's so beautiful I'm so happy for you , spirit still wants you to take in less responsibility, one thing about you is you get too much into the lives of people you love some people like it while others don't appreciate it so in the next phase of your life you are required to just focus on the fun and be great with 2-3 people don't get too much into fights, be the mediator take things from one ear and throw it off the other or i believe that you literally will be crying, it's better to be on your own and care about less people, that doesn't mean the love or care you find newly in your life is fake it just means they are very different people with hard exteriors so it will take time to get close to them , take this slow alright.

You have lost only to gain babyyyyyy , whatever has left you has only left you space for so much more , i see more spiritual growth for you , gifts , if you are a reader , more clients , jobs , offers coming your way , all of it is because of your mindset and how beautiful it is , you will be so blessed I can feel it , they made sure that for all the struggles you get a gift and they are creating pathways for you to be in a leadership position you will soon be taking the responsibility and you will take it so well , you know a lot about the world and life in itself and now you are going to use it in such an amazing way !!!!

Charms : pentagram, flower , tennis racket , hammer , pearl , Christian cross ; letters : D, Z , M , P , N ; numbers : 555

Songs : $$$ by Daniela Andrade , Dynamite by BTS , Talk by Khalid , In too deep by Jacob Collier , idontwannabeyouanymore by Billie , Royals by Lorde .

Pile 3

Dear pile 3 , your guides are now teaching you the worth of emotional wealth , the financial wealth is something that you really value but there's some stuff that is literally not worth your time and energy, they are telling you to step in the aura of your authentic heart and how kind it is , how loving it is don't leave it behind , it could also mean that you are spending too much out of kindness , they are making sure you have enough for yourself, you earn to buy things to feel better , don't be guilty while you serve yourself, you truly ardently deserve all of this . They are making ways in which you can make more connections with people to do well in your professional life , if you're someone who's into a psychology profession , they are making ways for you to have more hold on your conversations while working with a client , your advice giving skills are improving so much.

I see them bringing in a new lover in your life , this person is very romantic and loving and caring and giving , i really wanna tell you that your prayers have been heard , if you have ever felt that you are not chosen first this is the time to be literally chosen , you are so so valued rn , this will get you out of sadness or depression, they could be the golden retriever type . I see that you are looking for something long term and they might be the right choice

If you have been looking to travel they are helping you in go for them , by creating pathways , they wanna tell you that a phase in your life has come to an end and how you are to go to a new one and this one will need a lot of courage because there will be malicious people but you will work so hard and take what is rightfully yours , your fire burns greater than their envy and you will rise win and conquer what is yours no matter how frustrating this might seem , you are meant for the greater things.

With the reading ending with the magician, you are gonna alchemise your life all over 360 and they are gonna support you so so so much , all the good things are for youuuu , if you're a tarot reader , you will gain more wisdom, intuition and the power to read others even better now , wish you the besttt !!!!!

Charms : key , stethoscope, leaf , sun , moon , love letter , witch , camel ; letters - S, Y , H , N , V ; numbers - 222, 666 , 555

Songs : Million dollar man by lana del rey, Whispers by Halsey , It's called freefall by Rainbow kitten surprise, Good looking by Suki Waterhouse, Through me by Hozier , Northern lights by Kennie .

Thank you so much for reading i hope you resonated, please let me know if you did it really helps me .

Have a great day/ night ❤️

[harmoonix]

🍂🍁Autumn Start Astro - Observations🍂

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🦋~ Nature's Ambience ~🦋

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🍂 - People with Moon in the 6th house or Cancer in the 6th house can be affected by the seasons changing, for example feeling more excited in summer while getting more nostalgic in the autumn

🍁 - I can see already natives with Taurus Venus/Venus in the 4th house and Taurus in the 4th house already decorating their home based on the season that comes next, which is amazing because I love their will for wanting to do these things

🍂 - Autumn/Fall is the season where Gemini/Aries and Taurus Ascendants/Risings have good luck in love because their 7th house sign is an Autumn/Fall ruled sign (Sagittarius, Scorpio and Libra rule over autumn)

🍁 - I can aswell already see Libra and Leo placements going to shopping for autumn clothes or just more cozy clothes to wear in this season

🍂 - Aquarius Placements are the types of people who start to make photos of the season already, because they tend to be very photogenic they want to make photos

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🍁 - Mercury aspecting Jupiter gives the native a really good vocabulary, like these people really know when to talk and how to talk to get people's attention

🍂 - Does it happen for the natives who have Pluto - Moon aspects to often get into paranormal activities? Like random seeing entities and hearing like steps at night etc..

🍁 - Uranus aspecting Neptune can give dream of things that already happen or gonna happen, because these aspects can have dreams that happen at an exact date

🍂 All 8th house placements is y'allsss season to get into witchy thingssss, I imagine them with an big cauldron making potions and spells

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🍁 - Neptune in the 9th house in your Solar Return Chart can mean that you are not sure about your belfies/religion in that year and you can be confused around these topics

🍂 - Mars in your 11th house in your Solar Return chart can mean that you will need a lot of freedom, like you want people to let you a bit alone this year to think about your thoughts

🍁 - Sun aspecting Saturn or Mars are so great if they go to gym because they can gain muscle fast and good looking, Sun - Mars aspects can gain muscles faster tho

🍂 - Tho boys/men with Mars in the 1st house can gain muscles/6 packs earlier in life, I mean they really have a good body and muscles can just show up

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🍁 - Jupiter aspecting Sun can either feel like they are the luckiest people. Either like they don't have luck at all because it happens sometimes to have luck with something, and sometimes it happens to don't

🍂 - I'm not 100% sure of this but Neptune - Pluto aspects can show a love for horror things but also a fear related to horror things aswell. Is like you want to watch horror movies but you also might fear watching them

🍁 - Mars/Pluto in the 12th house might give weird dreams tho, like dreaming or weird things happening around you or with you or just dreams can be a little more prominent in your life

🍂 - Asteroid Hekate (100) one of my fav asteroids in the entire sky has the power to show psychic abilities, in contact with Ascendant or Moon can be really prominent while in contact with Pluto can be really powerful and intuitive (May Hecate bless you by the way 🥰)

🍁 - Hekate in contact with Mercury tho they can just hear a lot of talking and whispering, or just random hearing things, but girl their hearing is super evolved they can hear everything

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🍂 - Neptune in the 12th house can be the type of people who have intense dreams and still be able to forget everything til morning comes, because their mind can also be foggy

🍁 - There are different types of witches but I think Pisces Placements will sure be cosmic witches while Capricorn Placements be Divination witches and Cancer Placements be green witches

🍂 - Ascendant aspecting Neptune or Pluto really have beautiful eyes, 👀 something about their eyes is just wow.. magical

🍁 - Sun/Moon/Uranus in the 12th house are the types of mystic people, they love everything about magic, mystic things etc, spells, also very magnetic to those things

🍂 - Moon square/opposite/conjunct Sun can go in multiple moods during the day, and their mood can change very fast, they also tend to do this in order to protect themselves

🍁 - Aquarius Sun/Rising/Venus = Otherworldly beauty, often in the beauty industry called as Alien Beauty. Their faces. Their gestures, their bodies are different and considered unique

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🍂 - Asteroid Circe (34) square Ascendant are the type of natives who look really intimidating and interesting at the same time, they can really show off their dark side first. People often can think these people don't like them

🍁 - Asteroid Circe (34) in water signs might heal listening to healing music and with water, this might sound like a joke but taking a purifying bath can heal your soul

🍂 - Asteroid Circe (34) square/opposite/conjunct Juno, the couple might heavily intense with eachother and often having an high libido, but they also may posses physic abilities together

🍁 - Asteroid Circe (34) sextile/trine Sun can embody the witch traits really good, AND OMG their eyes are full of magic LIKE literally their eyes are seductive and in the same time dark

🍂 - Ceres (1) aspecting Circe (34) = BOTH MOTHERS periodttt we stand them both. Shows the native can heal using witchcraft and shadow work

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🍁 - 18+ content Circe or Ceres in Scorpio can be prone to use sex as a healing key, because sex can really heal those natives and making them feel better (Y'all just be careful who you're doing it with)

🍂 - Circe in the 10th/11th houses are very influential, like they are born to be like this and to have this power to change. They attract a lot of people into them without them knowing

🍁 - Circe in the 12th house is the ultimate empathic native, they feel, they see, they have a really powerful mind and are extremely creative

🍂 - CIRCE In the 4th or 8th house in CIRCE persona chart can show power of occult gained from ancestors, basically your ancestors were into occult and witchcraft aswell and passed this down to you (lovely)

🍁 - Can someone tell me why Lilith (h12) aspecting Moon give so much ALEJANDRO from Lady Gaga vibes so much? Just listen "She's not broken she's just a baby" - "She won't look at you she hides true love" - This is everything

🍂 - Circe at 11° or 23° degrees can get the information they need about witchcraft from internet or verified sites that know about such topics

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🍁 - Call your friends with Leo & Sagittarius placements because they know how to party the best, they have best jokes aswell to make you mood better -

🍂 - Virgo, Capricorn and Cancer Sun/Mars can be really tricky placements. They can appear shy at first but if when you start to know them more you'll see they are the freakiest people alive

🍁 - 6th house placements people have an really pure love for animals, they are the most purest people when it comes to animals and their love for them.

🍂 - "Is gonna be lit tonight" - Describes people with heavy Sagittarius Placements in their chart, they are extremely outgoing and always do what they want and going like into the unknown is their thing

🍁- Virgo Placements can be really irritated if their room is messy while Libra can be extremely irritated if their room doesn't look pretty or aesthetic enough. Is always an chaos or peace with them

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🦋 Fall/Autumn finally comes cuz girls and boys I waited so long for this, Summer is not my season at all but Fall and Winter are 😍🍂 esp if you live in a city surrounded by forests/nature, Autumn is extremely beautiful 🦋

🦋 The most ICONIC serial/movie to watch during this season is Twilight 100/100 🦋

🦋 GOSHI forgot that Halloween is also coming and if you know or not the history of Halloween is extremely beautiful and full of mystery 🦋

🍁 Hope everyone reading my notes has a good start of fall/autumn and good vibes together with the people you love and don't forget to make wonderful memories 🍁 + 101010101020 PHOTOS AUTUMN IS MAJESTIC

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- With love, Harmoonix 🦋

[studentbyday]

it just occurred to me that i can "casually" learn french and japanese over the winter sem since i'll have the "time." juuusst one of the many many many things i've been putting off but want to do... i wonder if that's spreading myself too thin... my novelty-seeking brain wants to hear different sounds. in different contexts. it's probably a sign i need to get out more but that's besides the point 😂 what do i dooooo there's too many thingssss

[voidedsoul5]

OKAY HERE WE GO, ANALYSIS AND THEORY TIME.

Spoilers for the new TMP episode (Ep 8)

NOT ONLY did we get my babygirl back (Who definitely has something going on with him but we'll go back to that later) we also got another hint about one of my other working theories about Celia and this universe... I am losing my mind rn and I need someone to talk to about this even if it's just screaming to the internet void. More below cut. Split it because it's a semi-long post.

I think Gertrude is for SURE coming back at some point, literally no reason for her not to especially considering I don't think TMP team is going to pull the 'But this time she's actually just an innocent old lady' thing. It's cheap, and she likely knows stuff that will come up later when (I believe) she still has worked at the institute before it burned down due to her age. Plus, someone had to have cleared out those files.

Gerry is happy and it makes sense. Gerry in TMA was trying to be a kind person, but he'd witnessed too much and seen too much to be able to do that. In this world, if the fears didn't exist Mary would've likely not been AS deranged. OR mary might not have existed at all given Gertrude claimed Gerry as his grandson. Removing Mary, Gerry really doesn't have a reason to be so reserved and abrasive. HOWEVER. I think there's a possibility that isn't his actual personality. The happiness (as mentioned in the unofficial transcript) is maybe a bit too played up. I wouldn't mind if this is just how he was, a slightly erratic messy artist. But pairing him specifically WITH gertrude in this universe stood out to me. So here's my mini theory.-I'm not saying it's drugs, or Gertrude is casting black magic or something, but I do think she's doing something to keep Gerry out of this 'mess'. Even if that's just living with him and helping him have a normal life as a painter. Gertrude has always had a soft spot for gerry in TMA, in this universe where she's probably not as battle-hardened, trying to keep him safe and out of it all isn't out of character. Mostly, this idea just came from the fact that she tried to brush it off, then seemed disappointed when Gerry spoke about the gifted kids program, despite him being well enough able to speak for himself. She probably doesn't want him involved. This however all relies on the context that Gertrude knows stuff. Honestly, she might just be his grandma that he now lives with either for rent reasons or because his parents might be dead. It could honestly be that simple, I just like rattling off ideas.

CELIA KEEPS DROPPING HINTS OF KNOWING SHIT. SHE KNOWS SOMETHING. SHE KNOWS THINGSSSS. I have another post about my TMA theory of these reoccurring characters from TMA beginning to remember things from the TMA world. Its so incredibly on the nose for her to immediately start asking questions about the 14 fears WE KNOW, ask about alternate universes, AND BE THE ONE WHO PUSHED SAM TO LOOK INTO MORE STUFF ABOUT THE PROGRAM (Sam said it was her idea at the end of Ep 8) I don't know exactly how thisll work, but I get more and more convinced each episode that this theory has some merit.

And this is a small one, but blah blah Norris reading a paper about loneliness, isolation, and hostile architecture blah blah blah metaphors symbolism blah blah you get the jist

I rlly just wanna talk about this show to anyone, I don't have friends who've seen TMA or TMP so my only option is talking about it here. PLS feel free to talk about your own opinions and ideas in reblogs and shit. I don't care if they counter mine I just wanna talk about this show I love it sm </3

[ohno-the-sun]

"I glared down at the now fully fish Moon head sticking out from the waves. His face looked like a floating dual toned dinner plate– one with a really annoying grin"

😂😂😂oh man...

"I could see the outline of Moon clearly, his tail whipping behind him as he glared at me. His pupils were dilated into large dark disks, nearly filling his sclera."

Thats... thats would be a terrifying but cute look ngl

"Was this… his home?"

Oh yes Sun🥺 ☆bonding time~☆ you showed him the letter, he shows you also something personal

I stared at the engraving– pretending I understood what it said.

‘Mmmmm I see…’

I tapped my thumb to my chin like those detectives did in TV shows.

Moon gave me a look.

‘...you don’t understand it do you?’

I chewed on the inside of my cheek.

‘...maybe.’

😂😂😂👏👏👏 this is just pure comedy. They are so cute, I can't...

I needed to remind myself– he wasn’t really like me. He was a monster– a siren.

Nuuuuu the progresss is all gooone😭😭😭🥺

A single glowing eye opened, a large yellow sclera filling my vision, surrounding me with its golden light.

‘Hi dad.’

O.m.g. that is terrifying😰😰😰

...oh no😭😭😭 don't say that Moon will forget about Sun... but I mean... if Eclipse let him up again, Sun can just convince him and show him the things, like before... except... if Moon gets hostile against him... if he thinks that Sun is a threath...that...would complicate things more. I think at one point Moon would go out of water to "hunt" him down (if Sun does not get in, because he does not trust in Moon) or something, and that is where Sun could overpower him and try to figure out what to do and why is he like this.... oh man...

The fact that Moon does not remember at Eclipse as a threath, but have an uneasy feeling around him, because he probably done that with him before😭😭😭

is Eclipse even his "dad"? Or that is just the idea he planted in Moon's head to trust in him and come back to him....

What is he means by "a Sun"... AAAAAAAA I AM SO HOOKED INTO THE STORY, YOU CAN'T IMAGINE!!!

How does a human or siren fall in love with him?? I mean Eclipse... was he like this always?? If yes, it is understandable why their mom run away... or made a deal to at least save one of her babies...

There is so much possibilities where this can go wrong... if Sun cluelessly swim into the water...

What is Eclipse motivs with this new information? I mean... he can't get to the surface...right? ...right??...

why is he so hostile or upset about the "suns" Omg. I am iching to know what happened in the past!!! And if somehow your Oc is also involved in the incident. Or saw one of the mers in the act... was it Moon, who traumatised them? 🥺

I AM RIDDLED WITH THEORIEEESSS

Waaawawaawawaaaa

I always love your thoughts enyter they always motivate me so well!!

And waaa ur like noticing thingssss hehehe

[shannara810]

Lukercy and their babies:

Percy: ok you guys have hold hands now ok?

Lulu: ok papa*😇👼*

Luke holding Nemos hand who keeps jumping in puddles

Luke: "Never been happier you're waterproof, Perce. And that the kids take after you 😁."

Percy: "Don't I know this 😏."

Nemo: "Ohhhh, Tata look! What's that?"

The kid let go of his father’s hand and bent down to observe something in a puddle of water nearby. A strange long black string moved slowly in wide circles. Suddenly it stopped: it rose on his willowy body to observe the young boy with its smart yellow eyes.

Nemo: "Hi! My name's Nemo Jackson-Milligan. What's yours?"

...

Nemo: "Really? I didn't know they existed! And they left you here? Baaaaadddddd!"

...

Nemo: "Do you want to come home with me? I'm sure Tata can smite them for you! He can make monsters too, you know?"

...

Nemo: "Okay 😁".

The long black string - close up, it looked more like a water snake - began to crawl towards Nemo, rolling up on the offered arm until it settled placid on the child’s shoulders.

Nemo: "Tata, Papàs!!! I made a friend!!! Can he live with us?"

Percy: "The fu... dge!!! 😳"

Luke: "Sure!"

Percy: "LUKE!!!"

Nemo: "His mama left him here, because he didn't want to kill some dude named Thoro? And he has been alone ever since! His name is Jur... Jor... I'm going to name him Juju 😁."

Percy: "Why do I feel like this is gonna bite us in the ass?" *facepalm* "You can't take home every animal you find, baby. They can be dangerous."

Luke: "It's a water snake, Percy. They're harmless 🤷. And every kid needs a pet sooner or later."

Percy: "Mmm. Never heard of Lord Voldemort, right Luke? 😑"

Lee: "Juju looks a lot like the giant snake from Uncle Raphi's book 🤔."

Percy: "Which giant snake, Lulu?"

Lee: "The one who hugs the world! 😁"

Percy: "WHAT?!"

Luke: "Jormungandr?"

Lee: "Yes!"

Luke: "Uhhh 😶".

Nemo: "You're sooooo smart, Tata! You can say Juju's whole name!"

Percy: "Did our son just find a fucking monster snake?!"

Luke: "Uhhh 😶."

Juju: "Greetingsssssss Lord Darknesssss and lady wife 🐍".

Percy: "I. AM. A. MAN!"

Luke: "That's not what you said last night, babe 😁. Greetings, mighty Jormungandr. I hope you understand how our hospitality is not for free. Should something happen to one of my boys, I won't hesitate to destroy you 😠."

Juju: "I will keep thisssss in mind, Lord Darknesssss. I've heard frightening and amazzzzzing thingssss about you and your nesssssst of young beassssstssss 🐍".

Luke: "Oh! You hear that, Perce? We have a street creed now 😁."

Nemo&Lee: "Can we keep him, Papàs pleaseeeeeee? 🥺"

Juju: "Yesssss, pleassssseeee 🐍."

Percy: "Luke, we don’t even know what a giant snake eats!"

Luke: "He can eat all those pests your uncle Zeus sends us every week 😉."

Percy: "Three against one is unfair 😑. Okay he can stay, but I won't clean his mess! Do you understand me, boys? 😑".

Nemo&Lee: "Yeah!!! 🎉"

Juju: "I will earn your ressssspect, Lady Percy 🐍".

Percy: "I AM A MAN!!!"

And again this drabble got out of hand, @darkcrowprincess 😅

[torialefay]

And I also love how you mentioned his Libra Moon and him feeling needed which he's admitted countless of times.

His caregiver complex runs deep and he developed it at a very young age most likely.

Which on a toxic level, could make him suffocating in relationships because WHO is HE without You?

You're right he has a dreadful fear of being alone so I can imagine wanting to be everywhere you go.

i agree 100%. and this may be a hot take, but i think there comes a point where his caregiver complex becomes exhausted. bc with allllll that libra energy, he really does crave peace and balance, but he can feel like he's the one doing everything to take care of everyone. i think he would feel super overwhelmed with love if you wanted to really take care of him too. like obviously he would still need to do things for you too in order to feel needed, but for someone to step in and fully take care of HIM i think would calm his soul so so much. and at that point, it's like REALLLLY who is he without you? bc you give him that sense of belonging, value, and love.

i get vibes that when you're home together, channie will absolutely be touchy and clingy and want to spend time with you, but he def still needs his space to go out and explore, which he does when he's out of the house or away from you. with all his sag in mars energy, he needs to get out and do thingssss. like i def think he'd be the type to have his own little world at home and never reject seeing his friends just bc he's in a relationship. but when he's home, he's with YOU. he probably also doesn't get very much time to spend at home, so it makes it more special when he does get to see you. it becomes his feeling of relief at the end of the day when he can finally let his guard down and have someone else care for him and him care for you. he's such a cutie.

[us-the-voices-and-more-voices-2]

honestly I should just fucking admit to myself I have the cowardnation and mobility of bad.

IN THE LAST DAY I’VE ALMOST CONCUSSED MYSELF TWICE

Ow, this isn’t even as bad as falling down 2 flights of timber stairs multiple times as a kid.

MULTIPLE TIMES

MULTIPLE TIMESSSSS

I should literally get a walker or something and admit that my mobility is shit, let my freaking legs wobble and fuckingggg wibble

My knees give out literally all the time, like at what point do I just go-

“hey I feel genuinely better and more confident in myself when I have something to hold and walk with. I feel deeply insecure about it but I do fucking need it my fucking knees”

I keep almost bashing my head in, WHY DO I DO THESE THINGSSSS

I’ve literally bashed my head so many times, ow.

[aftoonfamily]

Damn, i feel real bad for bonnie now. Guess the saying 'there are no bad pokemon, only bad trainers' hold true.

Considering it seems you're replacing the animatronics with actual pokemon (springbonnie->bonnie the lopunny, Circus baby->baby the mime jr.) do any of the other animatronics have pokemon counterparts (is nickie kinda foxy's counterpart?)

I think it would be interesting if the dead kids had or were close to pokemon that are counterparts to the animatronics they possess in fnaf canon. The pokemon figure out what happened to their trainers/friends, now they're royally pissed, and gunning after will's slimy ass. Like, susie had a torchic or combusken, Gabriel had a teddiursa, Jeremy had an azumarill, fritz had a zorua, etc. your au of course, I don't want to overstep

Love your art style btw

-Fnafmon anon

Bonnie does make me sad because of that yeah :( it’s not his fault William’s a wang, but he is also super violent anyways so to each their own.

I am making the Pokémon the animatronics just cause it’s a lot simpler than trying to include both of them together. Not really all of them though because that would get too complicated for me to keep track of. Just kinda simplified. You were right about how they relate to each character. I’ll need a minute to come through a bunch of Pokemon to figure out who’s who and all, but we have already previously discussed that Bewear is Fredbear.

AND I LIKE THAT IDEA A LOT it kinda fits with other ideas we’ve thought of. Like, Cubone hating Mike and something else my friend thought up for Charlie!! I really like the idea it’s so good. Again I’ll have to go through more but yeah that’s kinda the consensus!!

We’ve thought of quite a few things so far honestly and I’ll definitely draw a few more little things for this au it’s fun. We got thingssss to talk aboutttt

[idiotthatdrawsakaartist]

I'm going to gush about Pocket mirror and u cant stop me lmao also SPOILERS, you have been warned.

I just took a look in the gallery section of the game and Lissette's moment with Goldia made me so fucking happy. without going into detail cuz if I did we would be here all day, Pocket mirror is about a girl with DID formerly known as multiple personality disorder, And her trying to find herself in her own mind after waking up in a rose bed with no memories, just herself and a golden pocket mirror.

its throughout the game that you meet Goldia's Alters: Fleta ( the little), Harpae ( the protector ) Lissette (the trauma holder/ persecutor) and Enjel ( I cant tell what she is really since I'm only now starting to learn more about DID, so her temporary title will be trauma holder since i have no other title for her and that one is close enough for now. If you know more about DID or if there is a system that knows how to tittle her purpose please let me know! also let me know if im saying anything problematic! obviously Systems will be prioritized bc duh.

Goldia is the current host, I have an inkling she might fuse with ether Enjel or Harpae in the future but that's not the point.

Basically Lissette is the scape goat for all the other Alters ( Goldia included), Lissette is blamed for every wrong doing, mainly because she is the most aggressive and self destructive of the bunch. being a Trauma holder and all. So everyone else uses her as a get out of jail free card whenever they do something bad ( mainly Fleta). and during the events of the game Lissette is trying to kill Goldia because she just cant take this abuse anymore. if you get her good ending, Goldia will apologize to Lissette and tell her

"I will atone for my sins, all of them"

and in the gallery segment where you get to have a final conversation with all the Alters, Lissette tells Goldia : "I still resent you, But... you're keeping your word... on wanting to.... know me.." . To which Goldia apologizes again and thanks her, and while its not explicitly said you can infure she means : " thank you for the second chance". I wont go into detail bc personal thingssss, but i can understand how Lissette feels here. throughout this conversation the resentment she feels is weighing down on her and she 's allowed to feel this, not once does the game tell her that she should just let go. It's not as easy as that. And Goldia fully understands and just elects to be as good of a friend as she can be. I LOVE THE FACT THAT SHE IS ALLOWED TO BE ANGRY GOOD LORD

I'm so sick of people talking about Anger and negativity like it's some sort of disease. Anger is just as valid of an emotion as fear or joy, and the fact that she's allowed to feel this without being vilified is great and kind of sad since not allot of other characters get the same level of maturity in their writing.

you can just feel how empty she feels after being denied catharsis for so long, and now that she has it, she can finally just take a breath and be in peace. Lissette isn't the best character known to mankind but she doesn't need to be, She means allot to me personally and I can only assume she means allot to persecutors who feel unheard. I don't know that for sure and please correct me if I'm wrong, I don't have DID thus I cant speak with absolute certainty

Any who thank ya fa listening to my ramblings :3

[whataboutbibi]

ok I have A LOT to say...

THE END??? HELLO??? A RED-HEAD? 😳 Is it Chrissy? Is it a random groupie? Is it a media scheme to try to end our soon to be couple? they need to cut the bullshit fr!!! however, we don't know but I'm more than thrilled to find out!!!! Now, the way you described the show scene was nothing but FUCKING MAGICAL i swear, I could picture the whole thing along with the undeniable and amazing chemestry they have. Also, the interview part was cheff kiss, I'm always about to melt when they get into those deep conversations. The subtle flirting plus the way they sound so vulnerable talking to each other makes me feel thingssss.

Also, New York = reader. that's how Eddie's dictionary do be working, I see...

"Eddie catches glimpses of you and James talking and takes it upon himself to direct your attention back to the stage— back to him." HAHAHA kind off topic but that was so Harry Styles coded when he noticed some fan looking at other member of his band and then he said something like "look at me, not him. It's about me! 🙄" we love a sassy man. Two, in this case.

My girl y/n deserves better! I hope she gets to have a genuine friendship during this journey and Naomi has such sweetheart potential 🥹 and James, uhh? I hope his reaction to reader's pieces was genuine, that was so nice of him, you know, to acknowledge her work, she deserves to be appreciated (take notes Eddie). Wayne saying to reader that Eddie isn't used to "nice" was also very important to understand Eddie's arc in this fic, it's all about the back and forth until they finally get together 🙏🏻

reading this piece was like oh he's such a little shit, he could put some effort into being more polite to us, since he wants to fuck us so bad 🙄 but also I'm all like OMG DID HE CALLED US SWEETHEART? TWICE? AWW 🥰 anyways, if Eddie is still slutting around I hope reader gives him the cold shoulder, especially after the newsletter thing. I loved the part where she stood up for herself and didn't let Eddie get away with his shit chat so easily hehe.

Looking forward to part 6. I'm here for the drama!!! Amazing, amazing job as always hon 🫶🏻

PRICE OF FAME (PART 5/?)

HEHEHE THIS ONES PACKED W LOTS OF... STUFF, ENJOYYYY!!!

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18+ — MINORS DNI

pairing: rockstar!eddie x journalist!reader

summary: eddie doesn't think he hates you anymore and you can't figure out eddie's game

contains: enemies to lovers trope, smoking, drug and alcohol use, sexual themes, masturbation (f), maybe a little kith (hehe), flirting, and eddie being a jealous boy <3

word count: 6.5k

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The four-day break seems to go by in the blink of an eye, and before you know it, it’s show day again.

As always, everybody is busy and filled with pre-show jitters. Although Eddie and Gareth have yet to speak with one another and resolve their dispute, breakfast is not as tense as last time, and you assume the time away from each other has aided in that realm. But then again, you have an inkling that Eddie is only putting up a nice front for Wayne since it’s his last day in New York.

Eddie is stiff and rigid throughout the morning, taught as a guitar string and vividly battling something he has yet to announce. He’s quiet at breakfast and only speaks when directly addressed, and he doesn’t taunt any back and forth that could transpire between him and Gareth. Jeff’s girlfriend joins the table for the first time, and you sit beside her. 

Naomi is kind and bubbly with tight, curly brown strands that smell of honey and lime whenever she brushes past you. She’s from a small town in Georgia, where she spent most of her life before going off to college and getting a bachelor's in fine arts. She tells you about her most recent projects and showcases and even invites you to attend if you’re ever in town, and you take her number to keep in contact.

Jeff has radiant energy throughout the meal, and you think he and Naomi make a fine couple with how they seem to complete each other.

After breakfast, you make a few calls for work and fill in Anna on your progress. She informs you that they’re working on setting a date for Corroded Coffin’s photoshoot for the magazine and should be in contact with Richie sometime soon. When Anna asks how the trip has been so far, you lie and tell her it’s been seamless and fun. 

You never told Anna about Eddie hating your guts, and you don’t even debate telling her that you’ve somehow stirred the pot between two of the band members or that you kissed the lead singer.

You’re still having a hard time convincing yourself that it was even real.

For a moment, when you woke up this morning, you thought you’d dreamt of kissing Eddie, but no dream ever feels as vivid as that.

You could feel the warmth radiating from Eddie’s body, the coolness of his rings stinging your cheeks when he placed his hands over your jaw to pull you in. The taste and smell of weed mixed in with the worn-down scent of his cologne from the day. And the kiss was so quick, and you were so sleepy you barely had enough time to memorize what his lips felt like or how the feeling of his warm breath against your upper lip sent shivers down your spine.

It left you in a daze for most of the day. Every time you remembered what had happened, your heart raced and the back of your neck heated— and you wanted to ask Eddie what the fuck that was about, but Eddie was nowhere to be found.

After breakfast, Eddie practically falls off the face of the earth. Nobody hears from or sees Eddie, and he doesn’t even show up for rehearsals, which is when Richie becomes suspicious.

“Has anybody fuckin’ seen Eddie, for the love of god?” Richie exclaims. Off to the side, the bass player plucks a deep tune in boredom. Standing center stage, Jeff looks at Richie and shakes his head before glancing at the other two members. Gareth sits behind his drum set, twirling the thick drumsticks between the knuckles of his fingers, lower jaw promptly working a piece of gum as he shrugs. His eye looks better, you note.

And that’s another thing. Gareth has been avoiding you like the plague. You didn’t talk to him much before, but now it’s as if you don’t even exist, and fuck is it making your job more complicated than it already is. How are you supposed to write about Corroded Coffin when half of the said band hates your guts?

Wayne had been spending the day at the hotel, preparing to fly back tomorrow morning, so you doubt he knows where his nephew went. Richie asked an assistant to check if Eddie was being a hermit in his room, but to nobody’s surprise, Eddie wasn’t there either.

By the time 8 o’clock rolls around, the doors to the venue have opened for fans to flood in, and Eddie is still yet to show up. You stand in front of the barricade, a perfect and obstructed view of the stage where you can see everything, including the hustle backstage. 

Wayne has opted for a seat next to the sound booth in the crowd, claiming he’d rather not spend the next few hours standing on his feet, “When you’re older, you’ll understand.” He claimed.

You enjoy the opening act, bopping along and singing to the lyrics you know, and before you know it, the band is leaving, and the clock for Corroded Coffin’s appearance is ticking— still, no word from Eddie.

You’re busy watching the stage crew set up Corroded Coffin’s display when a familiar face approaches you. “How’s the article coming along?”

James, one of the three tour photographers for Corroded Coffin. You sat next to James on day five of breakfast. James is kind, and with your little snippets of conversation, you’ve come to peg him as not exactly what you’d expect. 

James’ skin is littered with tattoos, sleeves up both arms with intricate ink slithering up his neck. You’d ask him how many tattoos he has in total, and he’d confessed that he lost count a long time ago and has now resulted in just throwing out a random number when people ask, to which you laughed.

He has jet-black curly hair that you’ve only seen at breakfast because he likes to slick it back most days, and he has piercings in each ear and one on his right eyebrow. 

He’s a character, James. Intimidating from the outside, but nothing but soft, fluffy teddy bear warmth on the inside. 

“It’s… well, it’s going. I’ve still got a bit of work to do, but so far, so good.” You nod. James smiles and nods, “I’m excited to see the final product. I won’t lie, after we spoke at breakfast, I did a little digging,” he responds. You raise your eyebrows in interest, “Digging?”

“Yeah, you know, looked at some of your past work and whatnot— which, by the way, the piece on the Cocteau Twins was insane,” He exclaims. Your eyes widen, “Really? Not many people talk about that one; I didn’t think it got around.” You laugh.

James tells you about his favorite pieces of yours he read, and he asks questions about each one of them. What your favorite interview was, who were you most excited to write about, and which of your works is your favorite piece so far.

You eventually end up talking about James and his current projects aside from the tour. He tells you about the new exhibit he’s partnering with in downtown LA. It’s an immersive piece, something new in the art world where the audience, for the first time, will get to experience art in a more tangible way. It’s more interactive and fulfilling for those who struggle to grasp the full context behind the art, and James seems more than excited about it when he tells you to stop by if you have the time.

However, before you can respond, the lights in the venue dim, and the crowd roars. 

This has always been your favorite part of a show, that moment when the lights cut off and the arena comes to life with a shared excitement. It’s exhilarating and pulls you to the edge of your seat, no matter how often you’ve seen it.

Through the smoke-filled venue and the dark atmosphere, you can see each of the boys file out onto the stage, Gareth spinning his drumsticks between his knuckles as he steps onto the drum riser while the other two grab their instruments. Three members are on stage, and you remember that Eddie has been missing in action for the entire day.

The crowd grows louder when they see the shadows of the boys on stage, screaming their names and chanting in anticipation. And as he shreds the first chords to the opening song, you worry that Eddie really might’ve skipped out on tonight’s show.

You’re happily mistaken, however, because soon you see another figure step out, and the crowd goes deafeningly loud.

Beside you, James smiles and shakes his head, “Shit never gets old,” he yells over the screams.

And your heart is racing for some reason as you watch the tall figure walk in the darkness, curly mane of hair akin to a halo as he steps up to the mic, electric guitar strapped across his body.

He leans into the mic and says a few words, words you don’t even hear due to how loud the crowd is, but you feel the gruffness and bass of his voice booming through the speakers, and you nearly mistake it for your heartbeat.

Because when the song finally starts and the stage lights go up, you’re at a loss for words.

Eddie is gorgeous, undeniably so; he always has been, and you never thought he wasn’t. The only thing that got in the way of Eddie’s beauty was his shitty attitude towards you. But this… the way Eddie looks tonight— you’re a speechless and wavering mess of mixed feelings.

Tonight, Eddie is beautiful.

His hair is down as usual, curly and healthy strands sitting pretty atop his shoulders, and he’s opted to play the show in nothing but leather pants and his usual boots.

His upper body is on full display, broad shoulders, and muscles flexing with each strum of his guitar, back muscles working overtime as he trashes along to the music. He’s covered in a thin sheen of sweat, tattoo-covered skin glistening beneath the lights, and you want nothing more than to run your hands down his chest and watch the way it smudges beneath your fingertips.

When the second song finishes, Eddie’s chest is heaving as he pauses and looks out into the crowd, scanning the rows with a lopsided, smug grin.

You can hear faint pants leaving his lips as he leans into the mic, jewelry-wrapped fingers hugging the fret of his guitar. He gazes in silence for a moment, listening to the cheers of the crowd that pull the corners of his mouth into a wider grin. And you don’t even notice the rest of the band on stage because all you see and hear is Eddie.

You hold your breath when his eyes find yours, and your knees nearly buckle at the sight of his dark eyes shining beneath smudged, black eyeliner. 

“Fuck,” he breathes with a smile, softly laughing when the crowd screams at his voice, “Do you look good tonight, New York.”

And he’s saying this and looking at you.

He is staring at you like he can see through to your soul, and it makes your head dizzy with a whirlwind of emotions and greedy wishes.

You don’t even realize you’re holding your breath until Eddie finally looks away from you and into the crowd, “Are you ready to have a good time, New York?”

Eddie has never, in all his years of living, played as well as he did tonight.

He’s not sure what exactly caused this; maybe the fact that Wayne is in the crowd tonight, or perhaps because he’s still pissed with Gareth, or maybe because he can’t stop thinking about kissing you, or probably because he hates the way you and James won’t stop fucking talking to each other.

Eddie doesn’t know why it pisses him off to see you laughing and enjoying the company of James, but it does. It ticks him off to no end, and he can’t help the feeling that brews in his chest when you lean forward to hear James over the music or when James innocently squeezes your bicep to get your attention before he says something.

By the middle of the show, Eddie has had enough. He’s four shots of tequila in, and he’s feeling bold with the crowd's energy, so when his infamous guitar solo in one of the songs comes, he doesn’t stand center stage as usual.

No, Eddie makes sure to walk over and stand right in front of where you and James stand and play his solo like it’s the last time he'll ever play.

It’s a sinful view, and the crowd goes wild, the big screens zooming in on his skilled fingers dancing across the frets, the flexing of his wet torso, the flutter of his lashes when he closes his eyes and tosses his head back. His lips are slick and parted in ecstasy from the adrenaline high. 

And Eddie can feel your eyes on him. Can feel the heat of your gaze burning through every inch of his body, rolling over every movement he makes and taking him in like he’s a prized possession in a museum. He thrives off of it, and he plays harder.

When his solo ends, Eddie doesn’t bother looking at the crowd or James or his band; no, Eddie only looks at you, making sure you understand what he’s trying to say through his eyes. And for a moment, Eddie wishes James would turn the camera away from him and capture your beauty instead— because you look like an angel under red lights.

Eddie has only allowed himself small moments to appreciate the sight of you, but now, he is greedy with the upper hand he has. He takes in every piece of you; your hair, your eyes, your lips, the delicate necklace kissing the skin of your collarbones— and Eddie wants to run his tongue up the side of your neck and hear you whimper for him. Wants to dig his teeth into your skin until you keen and whine and beg him for more more more. 

The skirt you’re wearing, god, it’s fucking short, and Eddie imagines the way your skin would feel beneath his fingers, pressing into the fat of your thighs and marveling when the skin gives way to the pressure. Hot and messy fingerprints all around your hips and ribs. Teeth bearing marks across your stomach and chest. Eddie is dizzy with lust and need, and he feels like a fucking animal writhing and waiting to pounce.

Greedy, greedy, greedy.

He wants it all.

The rest of the show goes back and forth like that. Eddie catches glimpses of you and James talking and takes it upon himself to direct your attention back to the stage— back to him. Near the end, James finally focuses on his fucking job and busies himself with taking pictures instead of flirting with you, and Eddie walks off the stage feeling satisfied.

The band does their meet and greet backstage and signs a few autographs before they can do their usual post-show rituals: drinking, playing games, and making plans to go out.

Despite his love for post-show rituals, Eddie wants nothing to do with it tonight because he can only focus on you. 

You’re standing with James and a stage crew member, talking about something Eddie could care less about, given how he cuts into the conversation, “Can we talk?”

Your eyes are wide and bright when you turn to him, shocked by Eddie’s ability to even acknowledge you, and Eddie thinks about last night and how your lips felt against his. “Um… talk?”

Eddie’s still high on post-show energy, and he doesn’t like that James is standing so close to you, so he takes a leap of faith and wraps a hand around your wrist, gently tugging with a short nod, not even waiting for an answer before he turns and drags you out of the green room. 

He doesn’t know at what point his fingers traveled down your wrist to slip between your warm and gentle fingers, but he becomes hyper-aware of it as soon as you both step out into the hallway, the slam of the door echoing behind you, “Eddie, where are you taking me?”

Eddie glances back at you, fingers subconsciously squeezing yours, “Dressing room. I wanna do the interview.” He answers.

You halt at his response, heels digging into the cement floor and tugging Eddie back, “What?”

The heat of your palm is burning through Eddie’s skin, and he’s not sure if he’ll be able to stop himself from what he wants to do if he continues touching you, so he lets go. “The interview.”

You shake your head and squeeze your eyes, “No, I heard you, but… I mean,” you pause, “why? And why now? This can’t wait until—“

“Look, if you don’t want to do it now, that’s fine, but I’m not doing it any other time.” He doesn’t wait for an answer before turning around and continuing to walk towards his dressing room.

You silently watch for a moment, clearly confused by the sudden change of heart, but you nod either way and follow after him.

Eddie hardly pays any mind to you when you walk in behind him, busying himself with walking over to the bar cart and pouring himself a glass of the first bottle he sees. Glancing over his shoulder, Eddie notices you awkwardly standing near the door and snickers. “You can take a seat, sweetheart; I didn’t bring you here to, like… chew you out or something.” He jokes.

He makes you a glass despite not asking, and when he turns around, you’re now seated on the light brown couch in the middle of the room, hands fiddling in your lap as you silently wait for Eddie.

He sits on the opposite side of the couch and places the second glass on the coffee table, wordlessly nudging it toward you before leaning back in the seat and taking a long sip.

“Where’s your cute little journal?”

You’re confused.

You don’t understand the game Eddie is playing, and it’s driving you insane the longer you look at him, leaned back against the plush couch, smug smirk kissing the rim of his glass as he takes a slow sip, brown, hazy eyes glazing over your nervous figure. The sheer button-down top he now wears is fully unbuttoned to reveal his sweat-glistening torso, leather pants hug his thighs, snug and tauntingly, the button popped open and zipper pulled down to show the sinful sight of a trail of hair that leads to places you’ve been trying so desperately not to imagine. You don’t mean to stare, and you catch yourself when he shifts his hips upward to get more comfortable, the sight of his lower stomach flexing and tattoos coming alive on his skin sending shivers up your spine.

You clear your throat and turn to grab your journal out of your bag. You haven’t had the time to buy a new journal after you ruined the binds by tearing out those pages for Eddie, so you must handle the remaining structure carefully.

You take a deep breath and flip to a clean page, clicking your pen once before glancing at Eddie, “Okay, I guess we’ll… start.”

Eddie smirks, and you want nothing more than to wipe it away.

You open your mouth to ask your first question, but Eddie cuts you off, “I have a proposition,” he begins.

You look at Eddie, blinking once and thinking over if you want to indulge in whatever trick this is. You relent, “Okay?”

Eddie smiles triumphantly and leans forward to put his glass on the table, yours still untouched. He grabs the pack of cigarettes lying to the side, picking a single stick and grabbing the lighter before leaning back onto the couch, lighting the cigarette before shifting to face you. He drapes an arm across the back of the sofa, blowing out a cloud of smoke before speaking, “I get to ask you questions as well. Like a trade-off, for each question you ask, I also get to ask one.”

And it’s not as bad as you’d thought, really. Knowing Eddie, you had expected him to propose a game involving stripping or drinking of some sort, and you had prepared to immediately shut him down— but this, you can settle for this.

So, you shrug, “Okay. We can do that.”

Eddie hums in delight, taking another drag of the burning stick and nodding for you to begin.

“Okay,” you sigh, shifting to get more comfortable. In the distance, you can hear the chaos of backstage rituals happening, and you fight through the noise to focus. “We’ll start light. What made you choose music?”

Eddie twiddles the cigarette between his fingers, silently thinking, “I don’t know. I grew up with music, never went a day without it, so, in a way, I guess you could say music chose me.” He responds.

You nod, “What are some of your first memories with music?”

Eddie smiles and gazes up at the ceiling, and you watch as he seems to wander down a road of memories. “When I was younger,” he begins, “before my mom died, I remember waking up and going to the kitchen to watch her cook breakfast,” he pauses as if trying to see through the fog of time to explain it clearly.

“And she had this small green radio that sat on the window sill, and she would play all of her tapes; The Mamas and Papas, Jefferson Airplane, Sam and Dave— you know… hippie shit.” He says. “I knew Surrealistic Pillow like the back of my hand by the time I could talk, I swear.” He jokes, smiling when you softly laugh. He looks at you, a glint flashing in his eyes, and you can tell the memory brings him a joy he misses. 

And you find yourself thinking back to a few days ago, when you were walking beside Wayne with Richie and Eddie a few paces back. You remember what Wayne had told you then; you remember the tone in his voice and the careful thought he’d used behind each sentence.

“Give him time,” Wayne softly says. You glance over your shoulder and catch a glimpse of Eddie and Richie sharing a cigarette. You turn back to Wayne when he adds, “You’re a nice girl, and Eddie… Eddie doesn’t know what to do with nice.”

You dig your teeth into the inside of your cheek, chest tightening at the pained gaze in his eyes when he speaks, “He hasn’t had much of that in his life.”

“I know you don’t owe it to him, but just give him some time… he’ll come around.”

Eddie glances at your empty page before gazing back into your eyes, “You gonna write something down? I’m not repeating any of this, just so you know.”

You nod, snapping out of your daze to begin writing. Eddie patiently waits as you jot down your thoughts and conversation, burning through his cigarette and watching your every move.

You look back at him when you finish, and fight the urge to shy away when you realize he hasn’t looked away from you this entire time. “Um, okay, tell me about—” “I believe I get to ask two questions now.” Eddie cuts in with a smirk.

“Oh,” you pause, “Yeah, okay. Go ahead.”

Eddie ashes his cigarette and grabs his drink again, “When did you start writing?”

And Eddie keeps surprising you. For some reason, you thought Eddie would ask something dumb, inappropriate, or condescending— nothing of this matter. You didn’t think Eddie was interested in actually learning something about you.

You sigh as you think, “Well, the first time I ever wrote for myself was around middle school; I had a diary.” You respond, and Eddie’s eyebrows raise in interest, “It was lilac with a gold lock on the pages, and I carried the key around on my necklace because I was so afraid someone would get ahold of it.” You shake your head as Eddie laughs.

“Now, what in god’s name was little middle school Birdie writing about in her secret diary?” Eddie pries.

You scoff, “Like I’d ever tell you that.” You roll your eyes, and Eddie makes a sound of protest, “Come on, it can’t be that bad.” He pokes. You raise an eyebrow and glance at Eddie, “You’d be surprised by what goes through the mind of a twelve-year-old girl on the precipice of puberty. I’m taking those pages to the grave.”

Eddie laughs loudly at that, head tossing back with the action. You find it beautiful, the way his neck stretches and his skin molds against his bones— kissable and enticing.

“Okay, well, aside from your secretive diary. What made you choose this,” Eddie nods towards the journal in your lap.

You hum and purse your lips in thought, “I’ve always loved writing. I loved reading too, still do, and I tried writing fiction, but there’s something about writing people’s stories that just… feels good.” You respond.

“I know how easy it is to become misunderstood in this industry, so I want to hear the truth and help the audience see things from a clearer perspective. I want to help create an understanding if that makes sense.”

Eddie nods, eyes soft and smiling within his gaze. “That’s neat.” He comments, and you smile.

He sips his drink before speaking, “So, how did you end up writing for Rolling Stone Magazine?”

You laugh, “A shit ton of groveling, I’ll tell you that.”

You reach forward and pick up your drink for the first time, taking a sip before speaking, “I’d been trying to get an interview for the longest time, and then I finally just gave up for a while, but then my friend saw an opening a few months later and sent in one of my writings and… I guess they liked it enough to hire me,” You shrug.

“But,” you hold up a finger, “I spent a good year just running errands and shit for the managers; it was awful,” you admit. “So, how’d you end up with the big guys?” Eddie asks.

“Well, I wrote a hell of a paper and blew their fuckin’ minds.” You jokingly say, smirking over the rim of your glass as you take a sip. Eddie softly laughs and takes a sip of his drink as you place yours back down on the table in exchange for picking up your pen.

“My turn,” You remind him.

He nods, and you glance at your journal, thinking about what you want to ask next. “I know in the past you’ve mentioned that you don’t particularly release songs about your life, but you rather opt to tell stories within your music,” you mention, and Eddie nods in confirmation. 

“What’s the reasoning behind that?”

It’s a slightly more in-depth question, and Eddie has to take a few moments of silent pondering before he answers. “Well, for starters, I’ve always considered myself more of a storyteller. I like to create different scenarios and characters and find ways to bring them to life,” He begins.

You quietly jot down notes as you listen to him speak, “When I was in high school, I got really into Dungeons and Dragons, and I still love the game, but I guess you could say it stems from that— the storytelling aspect, I mean.” 

“But as for why I don’t release more personal songs… I don’t know; I guess I just like to keep a part of my life private to some degree. However, that doesn’t mean these made-up characters and scenarios I sing about aren’t in some way correlated to me,” He hints, and you nod in understanding.

“That’s neat.” You copy his words from earlier, and you both smile.

You and Eddie go back and forth with questions for a bit, touching base with topics like childhood, friendships, current projects, and such. It’s nice to have a decent conversation with Eddie, and for a moment you forget that you’re even doing your job because interviewing Eddie feels like any normal conversation you’d have— lighthearted, smooth, and innocent. Until—

“Alright, my turn. This one’s good,” Eddie starts.

You’re both two glasses in, and your cheeks feel warm from the drinks as you gesture for Eddie to go on. Eddie gazes at you and studies you briefly before speaking, “What’s going on with you and James?”

You blink in confusion, “James?” You question. Eddie nods, “Yeah, James. The photographer.” Eddie explains.

Your face twists in slight confusion as Eddie sips his drink, “What about him?” You ask.

Eddie laughs, “What’s up with you two? Are you guys together or something?”

And there it is. The game that Eddie’s been playing all along, revealed in all its true nature. 

Your eyebrows furrow in defense, annoyed with the sudden shift in demeanor, “Is that any of your business?” You question, and Eddie laughs, tapping his ring against the glass of his drink with a soft clink, “Sweetheart, it’s my business if I’m cutting the check.” He snickers.

You narrow your gaze at him, clearly irritated with his words. You don’t know why you ever gave him the chance. Eddie has only ever shown you his true colors, and he’s, more than once, told you that he doesn’t take you or your profession seriously. This has reminded you so.

“You don’t pay me,” you snap, “And I doubt you’ve even touched a check in the last three years.”

Eddie smirks, amused by your sudden frustration, “Maybe you have a point,” he relents, “But you still haven’t answered my question.” He points out.

You roll your eyes, “Why do you care, Eddie?”

Eddie shrugs, “I’m curious.” He smugly answers. 

“I don’t ask you who you’re fucking, do I?” A lousy attempt at dodging the question.

Eddie shrugs again, “You could if you want to, I don’t mind. I bet you’ve been curious to know anyway, haven’t you?” He replies.

You don’t like the way that makes your insides squirm with heat.

And you could tell him the truth. You could tell him the simple and honest answer that, no, nothing is going on between you and James. But as you look at Eddie sitting across the couch, you can’t find a single reason why Eddie should even care or why he should have the satisfaction of an answer. “Ask something else.” You say.

Eddie doesn’t waste a second to spit out his next question, “Did you like the kiss?”

“A different question.” “Those are my questions, princess.”

God, you don’t even know why you’re putting up with this. You could easily just get up and leave, but you hate to give Eddie any room for thinking he’s won whatever stupid battle this is. 

You shut your journal, refusing to stay another minute, going back and forth with Eddie. You stand and grab your bag, shoving your journal in before looking at Eddie and finally answering his original question, “No, nothing is going on between me and James.” You admit. And you think Eddie will leave it at that, but you're sadly mistaken.

“And the kiss?” He asks.

“What about it?” Your composure is beginning to falter and your frustration is seeping into your tone. Eddie’s eyes glint with mischief, gaze never leaving your fidgety frame as he speaks, “Did you like it?”

“No.”

A lie. A terrible one that Eddie can see right through.

You begin making your way to the door, but Eddie catches you before you can even lay a finger on the handle, turning you around to face him when he speaks, “You’re a shit liar.” He points out.

And he’s so close you can barely think straight with his overwhelming presence. You find your footing through the haze, gazing into Eddie’s eyes when you speak, “Did you ask me to come in here so you can answer my questions, or did you just want to waste my time?”

Eddie is silent for a long moment, eyes dancing between your wide and sharp gaze, darting down to your lips, the tip of his pink tongue darting out to lightly lick across his bottom lip. You can smell the smoke on his breath, reaching out to mix with your liquor-coated exhales.

“Did you like the kiss?”

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Eddie has you cornered now, pressed against a wall so tight you have no choice but to admit defeat, moving forward to press your lips against his liquor-slicked lips.

It’s hasty. Messy, greedy, drunk, and needy, and it rids your mind of all rational thought as Eddie presses himself against you. 

Eddie kisses you like it’s the last chance he’ll ever get, pressing into you so close you’d think he’s trying to jump into your skin. And the taste of Eddie is addicting.

You crave for more, and you’re hesitant to push, but Eddie understands the second he feels your tongue lick against your lips. He takes it upon himself to push his tongue into the warm, wet cavern of your mouth, and you happily let him. All clear thinking has gone out the window at this point, and you let your bag slink off your shoulder to plot onto the floor, busying yourself with sinking your fingers into the curly strands of his hair and gently tugging at the root. Eddie moans against your lips, and you pant, your brain going dizzy at the heavenly sound.

Eddie’s hands are eager and hungry as they rest against your hips, sneaking up your torso to squeeze and grab at your skin. And he hates the fact that there are so many layers of clothes between you, and he wants them gone.

His hand travels down the side of your body and digs into the thick of your thigh, dipping lower to catch the back of your knee and hitch your leg around his waist. You keen, pitching your hips forward into Eddie’s, and he moans, greedily squeezing your skin and gliding up your leg. Cool rings send shivers up your spine when he slips under the hem of your denim skirt and kneads the fat of your ass.

If breathing weren’t a necessity, you would kiss Eddie forever, but your lungs burn with the lack of air, so you find yourself pulling away with a wet gasp, “I—“ Eddie presses a kiss to your lips, cutting you off before you can speak and you whine, fingers moving to dig into the soft material of his open shirt, “Eddie, I can’t… I can’t breathe, I gotta breathe,” You pant.

Eddie laughs, and you smile as he trails his kisses down to your neck, licking against the base of your throat before sinking his teeth into the skin. You moan, whiney and loud in Eddie’s ear and he hums in appreciation, grumbling into the skin of your neck as he speaks, “I wanna fuck you.”

His teeth scrape against your pulse, and you gasp, head dropping back against the wall with a soft thud as your nails dig into the skin of Eddie’s shoulder. “What?” You hazily blink.

Eddie moves back to see you, lust-ridden eyes darting all over your face. And he looks so pretty, hair messy, shirt skewed against his lean frame, lips swollen and pink from kissing, and you want him. You want him to a dangerous degree.

He kisses you, muttering his words against your lips as he squeezes your hips and pulls you closer, “I wanna fuck you.” Eddie repeats.

You pant, opening your mouth against his and preparing to speak, but you’re interrupted by the door opening, the two of you jumping at the sudden intrusion, your hand swiftly shoving at Eddie’s body to push him away. 

And you think you might die because who better to walk in on you and Eddie practically devouring one another than fucking Jeff.

“Oh, shit, uh,” Jeff looks the other way as soon as he sees you and Eddie. You hastily pick up your bag and tug your skirt back down to a modest length from where it had ridden up to your hips.

You and Eddie are still breathing heavily from your extremities, and Eddie— fucking Eddie; he snickers when Jeff glances back at him and makes a lazy attempt at holding back a laugh. Your face and neck heat up in embarrassment as you shift in your spot, wanting nothing more than the floor to open up and swallow you whole.

“The car is here, man, let’s go,” Jeff snickers before leaving.

And truthfully, you don’t currently have the confidence to look Eddie in the eye and register what’s just happened between you two. So, you grip the strap of your bag and flee before Eddie can say or do anything.

You’re not sure how that happened, and you’re not sure why it makes your stomach twist in a way that makes you blush, but you like it. 

And you can’t believe yourself.

You can’t believe that you spent the entire drive to the hotel thinking about how Eddie’s hands felt on your body, his lips against the skin of your neck, or how you could feel him pressed against your thigh, begging to be touched.

When you shower, you try to ignore the throbbing ache between your legs when you think of those words Eddie whispered to you. You try to ignore it as you get ready for bed and ignore the toe-curling sensation of the cool hotel sheets brushing against your hardened nipples when you slip into bed. You try so hard; you really do.

But you can’t help it when you begin imagining how Eddie’s hands would feel across your chest, the light and rough feeling of his calloused fingers ghosting over your nipples to watch as you writhe beneath him. 

Fuck, you really try to ignore it.

But you can’t. It’s annoying, the way Eddie clouds your mind. And you feel like a bitch in heat when the only thing running through your mind and body is the burning desire to cum. And if you stuff your hands between your thighs and bring yourself to cum to the idea of Eddie and the feeling of him pressed against you with your name on his tongue, who’s to judge you but yourself?

Because despite everything your mind is telling you, you can’t help but find yourself wanting Eddie.

But all of that flies out the window the following day.

You’d decided to order breakfast to your room, and the hotel sends the daily newspaper with each meal, and you like to read it while sipping on a hot cup of coffee on your terrace. However, when you see the newsletter cover, you’re not sure you have much of an appetite for coffee.

A picture of Eddie from last night with a familiar red-headed girl wrapped around his arm and a caption that makes your stomach twist in knots. The caption, ‘Corroded Coffin lead singer, Eddie Munson, new girlfriend debut!” in bold and italicized letters.

And you don’t know why, but your stomach sinks. You should’ve known better.

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part six

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a/n: HIII YOU MADE IT TO THE END!! i know i said there would be drama drama in this part BUT it started getting too long for my liking, SOOO THE REAL DRAMA WILL COMMENCE IN PART 6 HEHE. THANK YOU FOR READING, AND AS ALWAYS, I LOVE TO HEAR YOUR THOUGHTS SO PLS LMK IN THE COMMENTS OR REBLOGS HOW YOU FEELLL <3

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