#order of darkness scorpion

[kuaitana]

🪭🗡️ Order of Darkness 🔥❄️💨

[verrixstudios]

Last Tribe A Day run cycle was today so I decided to combine them all to show the differences!

ID under the cut

[ID: Seven sketchy animated run cycles, all of the original dragon tribes from Wings of Fire. They alternate sides as they go down, starting with the top one on the left and the second on the right, and so on. The background is a blank white. Each dragon has shaded limbs to help see the differences while in movement. The right wing is the darkest shade, followed by the left wing (closest to the screen), the the right legs are the lightest shaded. Descriptions are in order from top to bottom:

Mudwing: Drawn in a dark red. The thickest dragon by far, opening is mouth in a smile as its front legs hit the ground. Its large wings have four toes as if they were a third set of talons, which is used as another set of legs while running. The wings lift off after the back legs. The entire body bobs with its weight while it runs, lunging with its back legs. One of its back legs disappears while it runs (oopsies) and its large tail flicks with the run.

Skywing: Drawn in a darker red. Much skinnier dragon with longer limbs and larger wings. Its large wings remain slight open above its border, slightly bobbing as it moves. The body itself doesn’t move up and down, instead just twisting with movement of its limbs. Its tail is a little stiff, again just moving up and down. As it runs, one foot touches and leaves the ground at a time.

Icewing: Drawn in a dark blue. Its body and shape is ridgid, its head swooping up and down like it lunges with every time its front talons land. Again, its wings are used as a third pair of legs, however they are mostly used after the other limbs are mid-air. Its talons are visibly sharper, as well as its wings. Sharp spines on the back of its neck and end of its tail are visible as well, which bobs with the movement.

Seawing: Drawn in a dark blue. A thicker, long dragon with short but thick limbs and webbed frills along its spine and sternum. It’s thick tail continues the up and down curve it’s body makes with every move, flicking the end of the frills as it does. Its wings are semi open above its body, bobbing with the running movement and tilting up and down as its spine curves.

Sandwing: Drawn in a warm brown. Long limbs but thicker than skywing. All four feet lift of the air when they’re closest during the run, each foot hitting the ground one at a time. It’s barbed scorpion-like tail bobs up and down at the end. Its wings are folded and stuff near its shoulders, tilted diagonally. A solid frill lines its spine, biggest at the back of its neck and above the back legs.

Nightwing: Drawn in a dark purple grey, and by far the stiffest run cycle. Thick body with short but thinner legs than mudwings or seawings. Spikes line the spine all along its body, longest at the back of the neck and back of the body. Its wings are held stiffly and slightly folded over its body. Other than the legs and tail, most of the nightwing barely moves as it runs, and its legs hit the ground in pairs, front legs then back legs. They don’t even cross between each other at the closest part in the run. Its mouth opens and closes as it runs, not in any particular expression, I was just bored.

Rainwing: Drawn in a muted dark green. By far the bounciest run. It has a thin body and a head I accidentally drew a little big. It’s three-toed wings are used as a third pair of legs, used most right before it’s front legs hit the ground. Its front legs hit the ground at different time, however the back legs hit and leave together. Its tail is by far the longest, curled at the end and slightly unraveling as it flicks up and down. Beneath the curved horns is a frill with two connections that slight opens and closes with the movement. It’s grin also opens and closes with the movement.

END ID]

[dmitriene]

cw: poorly described virginity, simon likes staning pure things, kidnapping.

outlaw!simon riley meeting you as nothing but a pretty waitress at a saloon, standing out among the dimly lit vast room in that you did not look like anyone from the crowd, only an indiscriminate mess of men around you, drunken workers, alcoholics, loudly screaming lovers of starting a conflict, and just someone hiding with a cheap prostitute, cheating on his wife behind the walls of home abode.

simon sees it's like some cruel joke alive, you look like you've just just run away from your daddy's cozy, rich home, or from the convent boarding house like a typical good girl, too bloody clean for this place, and maybe that's why he's enveloped in incomprehensible emotions, clouding his mind with thick wisps of smoke as he moves through the roaring crowd to the farthest table, hiding not only behind the scarlet mask on his face, but also in the murkiness of an unlit corner.

you're not walking around the room, you're sliding, a long dress fluttering at your ankles, open by light shoes with a small heel tapping on the parquet, to the beat of softly played music on the piano nearby, allowing you to occasionally wag your rounded hips under the many skirts of your dress, not paying much attention to the visitors' gliding glances at your bouncing cleavage, but you feel a burning gaze on the back of your neck, until you free your hands from the freshly placed orders, and finally notice a new visitor.

simon catches your gaze on him, his pale eyelashes barely visible in the darkness that envelops him as if in a kinship embrace, so you don't see how his oppressive gaze focuses on the curves of your body, dark irises dilate to swallow the perilous blackness of his lazily hooded eyes, swirling deep with something unsettling, yet you are too pure to notice the clinging, engrained filth on his hands and the meaningfulness of his gaze, smiling greetably like a ray of morning sunshine, closing the distance between you and his table to take an order.

he orders a whiskey, cocks his head aside to lick his eyes up from your toes to your head, and you just pull on a bigger smile and nod obediently, not a word about his rough tone of voice, about the absence of a nice plea for you to bring him some, you go to the counter with your toes turned around and take one of the many brown bottles to fill a nice, clean faceted glass, pouring three fingers of alcohol that smells clearly of vanilla and spice, melting onto the leather and tobacco that penetrates simon's nose as soon as you come back and put the glass next to his gloved hand with a thud.

you peer cautiously through your wispy eyelashes when he hoists the black fabric with skull jaw up, bunching it beneath the edge of the crimson, as well skull shaped mask to take a sip from the glass, and you look at his thin chapped lips that he moistens with tart alcohol, the opened curve of his neck where the mask no longer touches the high collar of his dark shirt, adorned with a gold trinket engraved with a scorpion, and when his lips suddenly stretch in a toothy grin, creasing his eyes that now gleam with amber glows, you almost shriek and turn around, feeling your cheeks warm up.

and simon is not a good man at all, maybe as good as an outlaw can be, but it's nothing compared to your pureness, an innocent glint in your shyly running eyes, clean hands that easily wipe the dirt picked up from visitors on a small, light apron on your waist, and more than once he spoiled things that seemed beautiful to someone, just as he has long lost all shame and sympathy for such things, besides, looking at your reaction, he is quite sure that you yourself would not refuse to end dirtied up, by him.

with your curious glances, the fiddle of your fingers that tremble at contact with his own, not like with everyone else, as he brushes his whole palm against your hand on purpose while crooning about how unsuitable you look around there, and he can't blame himself for the longing want of bending you right here when you giggle, a little ringing sound that provokes him to squeeze his knees under the table because his empty glass is in your hand, and his suddenly aching cock makes his trousers too tight.

it's night behind the wide glass windows at the entrance when people begin to disperse, and the saloon seems to shrink when it's just the two of you, he's still at the rounded, wooden table, and you're knocking empty bottles behind the counter, putting them in a wooden box to return to the storage room, noticing simon's figure behind you not immediately, only when he runs his hand along the curve of your waist and to the dip of your hip, snuggling almost close to your ass, and you shudder barely perceptibly when he hoarsely offers to help.

you don't act surprised or either hard to get when he slaps the wooden door of storage room behind you two, twisting the key and sprawling two heavy hands at your hips, hurriedly turning you to face him before his lips descend against yours, lips open wide in knocked, whiny gasp, when he shoves his tongue in a wet, sloppy kiss between your slack lips, tugging you against him by snaking his hand behind you, pressing onto the small of your back, as he walks you towards the wall.

simon sees how you give him the reins, clumsily following the movement of his tongue in your mouth as he runs it over your teeth and curls the muscle around your own, ripping at his leather gloves that fly off towards the closer of the shelf, getting lost there when his bare, scarred arms bunch your skirts up and he hoists your body, making your legs loope around his waist, heels slipping off with a thud against the wooden floor, and when his touch rubs up your knees and swipes to your thighs, he almost howls at finding the pantaloons that are so uncomfortable to take off.

it's a loud rip of fabric that makes you gasp, sound swallowed by his hungry mouth, as his thick fingers find your puffy folds that drip off with saccharine wetness, making his digits tacky as he spreads your folds and toys at your peaking, neglected clit, as you kick your feet, head tilting back against the wall, making you retreat from the kiss with a shy, whiny moan, and simon smugly sure you have an virgin little hole that drips just for him, wetting the short curls of your pubic hair.

you sweat when he unzips his trousers and let's his fat cock bob out, the veiny girth of him, twitching with oozing, pearly precum that dribbles down his uncut, rudy length makes you throb, and he feels it, fingers already buried in your stretching cunny that is gooey with your glossy juices, coating his digits in glistening sheen as he thrusts them in you, fisting along his leaky dick with other hand, lining up with your pulsing entrance just as he starts to slip his fingers out.

he reinvents you for himself, stretching your thin, silken walls around the meaty girt of his cock, letting you feel every inch that pistons slowly in and out of you, careful, not nearly enough so you won't feel the sting, yet you still moan prettily, each wet glide making you tighten with rapid pulse of your tight walls, snug around every vein that rubs against your gooey insides, the hold of his fingers are bruising at your thighs, staining them with your slick that were clinging to his fingertips, as you moan with strained, whiny mewls.

simon fills you up when you get too tight, starting to arch off the approaching feeling, making his hands glide from your thighs towards your round, plush hips, gripping onto them to grind his cock inside of you, thick cockhead slamming against your spongy little spot with small, deep circles, his eyes boring into the sight of your eyes rolling back, sparks erupting behind your eyelids with each canting movement of his hips, and you wail when his cock jerks and spills ropes of cum against your cervix.

your whole body spasms, the thin walls of your pussy that milk his cock, your legs that tighten around his waist, the painfully arched spine, as your head tilts aside, eyes glassy with eyelids growing heavy, simon's hands moving to support you behind your back, cradling your slowly limping body against his sturdy, clothed chest, as the other finds purchase at the back of your head, pressing your face into his shoulder, letting you breathe into lulling scent of smoke and leather that clings to him like from a bottle of whiskey.

simon's cock still carved in you, your pussy spasming, dripping his milky cum down onto the wooden floor, and there's a satisfied growl rumbling in his chest, the one that makes you nuzzle closer, huffing at his scent and curling your body, and he's never been one to believe in the rules of being obligated to marry a girl with which you've been fornicate, but there's no way in the whole west that he's gonna leave you in this saloon for anyone to have, after being marked by his seed.

not that you have anywhere to run when you wake up at the dawn of a new day, uncomfortably wet between your legs, rocked up and down, fluttering your eyes only to be meet with silent, empty outskirts of the wild west, while cradled against simon's chest, one of his hands holding the horse's rains, making the animal ride slowly, as he holds you close with the other, feeling easily the way you shift, his gaze snapping down at you with a leery twinkle, a crooning purr of “good morning, darlin'„ slipping from under his mask.

main masterlist. quidelines.

[millermenapologist]

random things i think baby ellie loved:

huge fan of all insects and bugs. joel has to stop her multiple times from touching various beetles, bees, and pine processionaries. one night they shack up in the lockers of an old gym, and the mornign after he wakes up to see ellie try to make friends with a stray scorpion

mice and rats. back in the QZ, she was taught to have a deep distaste for them, told that they'd get into the school's food supplies and ruin rations for everybody, but once she gets to jackson she discovers that they're exceedingly smart animals who make for great pets in case your father-figure weren't to let you get a dog. since she works in the stables, she manages to get close to three of them and names them all, and then starts teaching them tricks. one day joel finds her crying her eyes out because now she feels so guilty for having shot at them with a BB gun, back in the QZ

victorian language of flowers. she finds a book about it little after the disaster of pittsburgh, and reads it all out loud in order to better commit the information to memory (joel lets her yap all she wants because he considers this to be a good distraction from what happened with henry and sam). this is how she ends up tattooing ferns on her arm (protection, secrecy) and bringing blue hydrangeas (devotion, forgiveness, regret), tiger lilies (rebirth), white roses (eternal loyalty), and verbena (hope in darkness) to his tombstone

electricity as a whole. she bullied tommy into teaching her how to do electrical work once she was settled into jackson, and even if her work with it never became perfect, people around knew they could give her a call and she'd find some way to fix the problem with their tabletop lamp and the defective hallway flicker

[anxiousdreamcore]

“There was no denying it, RDA descended back to Pandora after fifteen peaceful years, and the sky people are stronger than ever. Sorrow is brought upon the Na’vi once more as the younger generation is forced abandon their carefree lives in order to steel themselves for hell to come. Will they succeed in becoming formidable warriors after a life worth of tranquility? Can they close their hearts to unleash violence in the name of defending all that is dear to them? Will they cave into the cruelty?

How long will they keep that precious spark of innocence protected?”

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This was a project I’ve been working on and off with for almost two months and only recently got the energy to finish. I’m unsure if I can commit to writing the fanfiction itself yet, which will cover all of the Sully children and how they’re dealing with the new war in the period in-between the initial return of RDA and recom encounter, but at least I’m done with the cover! The idea is to mimic the comic book covers of the avatar franchise, and I chose Spider for it because Eywa knows he never gets the spotlight.

I wanted said cover to have a dark atmosphere that reflects the seriousness of Omatikaya’s situation and the loss of innocence for the younger cast of characters. The Spider we see here is a Spider that witnessed his home go up in flames and almost lost his family trying to escape Hell’s gate. He’s cried rivers and the only emotion left in him now is anger, so he is ready to kick ass and help the war effort in whatever way he can, which is demonstrated through how he glares the viewer directly in the eye. In this particular scene, by guarding the loot that they’re transporting to high camp via scorpion. The face paint is a variant of the one Trudy wore in the first movie and I saw it fitting for him to paint himself for the coming battle.

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(Do not repost my artwork on any other platform, with or without credit. I DO NOT give my consent to do so and I will find out😘)

[deepvelvet]

Composite moon through houses p2

MASTERLIST

PART 1

6th: This is a more difficult placement for the moon in composite, since it comes a lot of times with bickering and critisism of each other, keeping score, looking at the little things. So it tends to be more judgement of each other and feeling we are in service of each other, in some fashion. Its not the most romantic place to have composite moon but the two people can focus on tasks very well if we have the moon well aspected. Their ideas of improvement are not quite similar, when it has hard aspects to it. So the emotional energy this two people create it's based on how they will do improvement out of their individual lives, their couple dynamic and their response to the envoiroment. We can feel less accepted.

"Sometimes i don't understand your way of feeling things, but we can think through how to focus on getting common ground."

7th: Both people can feel deeply emotionally compatible. They feel assured by the other person. One of the most beneficial places to have composite moon because this two people relate with each other in a relationship context. They are looking for the same kind of environment within the relationship itself. It's easy to relate, to bond, to have support, to feel that the other person is looking for the same things in a context of a relationship.

"The echo moon - one of them send out a vibe and the other receives and send the same kind of vibe back"

8th: It's a very complex placement for the composite moon. So in that case, you will want to look at both natal moon as see how they are aspected and how their personal 8th house or plutonic/scorpionic difficulties exist there. The combination of the lunar dispositions of what's familiar to us, ups and downs, what's hidden from view, compulsions. So the two people are very driven by their combined compulsions. It can be a very obsessive placement. We can deal with a lot of fears, attachments, insecurities, pulling each other's strings, triggering each other. If they dealed with their own pluto stuff, their own eight house stuff, we have two people that have really evolved beyond being driven by their dark forces it can provide the climate for healing and transformation. For other people, is going to be obsessions, fear, crisis and challenges.

"It's hard sometimes, but we can heal together."

9th: There is agreement about their life views, philosophies, morality. Sharing of abstract ideas, there's quite a lot of conversation in this placement. Even if they have different backgrounds and moral views with this placement they will find a way to agree on each other's perceptions, or to have some kind of shared ideal, common ground. It's not a position that provides a lot of intellectual growth for the two people because we do tend to have agreement that's already built in. So there isn't a curiosity outside of what's going on between them. So they can enforce each other's beliefs, provide more of a concreteness to each other's philosophies or ideas.

" I believe in what you believe."

10th: The two people see the other person can provide what they need to build, in the outside world, safety and security. The moon is naturally opposite to the 10th house on the wheel. The other side of the same coin, moon and Saturn. So while the moon is our basic need for security and safety, the 10th is where those things happen. Where we go and do the things that the 4th needs. So in this placement we have two people joining their most subjective personal states and feelings in a context of getting ahead, public image, status, what's external to us. They can be prone to identify outside external circumstances as the problems, difficulties and the supportive things that are working within the relationship. Its not a really personal place for the composite moon to be. They relate emotionally in their thoughts about where they want to go, how they want things to go to achieve their goals in order to meet the moon needs.

"What we can become together? Where are we going? How our combined lifestyle can provide or be the vehicle for what we want to achieve?"

11th: Very fun and friendly relationship. The two people relate to each other as friends, they're Very accepting of the other person's weirdness. We get to be who we are. We invite the other person's unfettered natural expression. We get to fart in front of each other, eat too much in front of each other. We get to do whatever just happens and the other person Very much enjoys it. So, the spontaneity is similar. Very few expectations and demands made on each other. A great deal of forgiveness and tolerance. A free-flowing, exciting place. Cut down on resentments, score keeping

"I accept whatever it comes with you."

12th: As well as 8th, it adds some complexity to the relationship. Often that's something very obscured about each other. We aren't completely aware of what the other person's deep needs are, how are we combining, what exactly is going on. Revelations tend to come though being stimulated to act irrationally. We'll have something that will come up that we will discover about ourselves. The two people learn about what they don't know they don't know about themselves as a result of How the other person triggers them or feels along beside them. Combined sansitivities, fears, mysteries, some of our dark side that they are combining and triggering in each other.

"You made me see parts of me i didn't knew i have"

[the-mortuary-witch]

ASMODEUS

WHO IS HE?

Also known as Ashmodai, Asmodeus, Asmody, Asmoday; appears as a Great King 'Asmoday' in the Ars Goetia, where he is said to have a seal in gold and is listed as number thirty-two according to respective rank. He "is strong, powerful and appears with three heads; the first is like a bull, the second like a man, and the third like a ram or a goat; the tail of a serpent, and from his mouth issue flames of fire." Also, he sits upon an infernal dragon, holds a lance with a banner, and amongst the Legions of Amaymon, Asmoday governs seventy two legions of Spirits.

Asmodeus is one of the “seven princes of hell,” a demon whose wickedness is matched only by his talent. He specializes in spreading lust, and he doesn’t just prey on common people. Kings, queens, and even divine beings have been affected by his touch!

BASIC INFO:

Appearance: a strong and attractive young man with shoulder-length black hair, fiery orange-yellow eyes (like burning embers), black draconic wings, and ram horns. When angered, his hair catches in flames and burns to become short, blazing like embers. His horns become more prominent, and his eyes become even more fiery. He goes into battle with a staff or sword commonly, but sometimes with a mace. The dragon he is sometimes seen riding is a trusted friend of his from ages past. He can also appear as a bull or ram, which are aspects of his. His traditional art which shows him as having three heads is simply a symbolization of this. 

Personality: Asmodeus is tremendously strong at heart and holds a great deal of wisdom and passion. Overall, he has a very resilient and noble attitude, and is also connected to lust and domination, as he indulges in sexual pleasures. Asmodeus enjoys luxury and sensuality, but can also be very dark and serious when needed, and can become quickly impatient with those who earn his disfavour. He can also feel war-like at times, but in a way that is similar to heroism. But his darker side, however, is called Asmodai, who is one of the most destructive and terrifying of all the demons.

Asmodeus is a master of emotions and knows how to rapidly gain favour by playing to the emotions of crowds, masses, or even single persons. He doesn’t have to lie, he simply uses emotional reasoning to appeal to peoples’ hearts in order to be convincing. He tends to be very kind-hearted, loyal, passionate, and steadfast. 

Symbols: upside down red pentagram, cards, snake, crown, scorpion, seal of Asmodeus, money, the element air, and gambling

King/God of: demons, lust, passion, sex, valour, inner-strength, knowledge, craftsmanship, and the pursuit of power.

Culture: Demonic and Jewish

Plants and trees: rose, mint, sunflower, blackthorn tree, mandrake root, belladonna, nightshade, yew tree, lavender, poppy, cypress tree, jasmine, and snakewood tree

Crystals: leopards skin jasper, carnelian, peridot, ruby, cinnabar, black tourmaline, red jasper, and garnet

Animals: bull, snake, scorpion, ram, cats, and rooster

Incense: frankincense, rose, vanilla, cinnamon, and dragons blood

Colours: red, black, yellow, and silver

Numbers: 32 and 3

Zodiac: Aquarius

Tarot: The Devil, King Of Wands, and 6 Of Swords

Planet: Venus

Days: Friday the 13th, full moons, Valentine’s Day, Beltane, and Litha

Parents: Agrat bat Mahlat and King David

Siblings: N/A

Partner: Bensozia, Lilith, Sarah (the daughter of Raguel), and possibly many other demons and spirits

Children: N/A

MISC:

• Lust and carnal desires: Asmodeus is said to have great power over matters of lust and sexuality, and is often depicted as a seducer and temptress.

• Love and passion: he is believed to be able to stir up powerful emotions of love and passion in humans, leading them astray from their true path.

• Sexuality and physicality: Asmodeus is associated with the physical realm and is said to have great understanding and influence over the physical body.

• Material wealth and luxury: sometimes portrayed as a being of great material wealth and luxury, and is often depicted surrounded by opulence and excess.

• Power and authority: Asmodeus is a high-ranking demon in the hierarchy of hell, and is believed to have significant power and influence over humans and other supernatural creatures.

•’Use of seductive and manipulative techniques: Asmodeus is known for using charm, persuasion, and deception to achieve his goals and manipulate others.

FACTS ABOUT ASMODEUS:

• He HATES water, shellfish, seafood (especially fish), complaining, and pettiness.

• Known for his gambling or being over gambling.

• He is also associated with music, battles, and vengeance.

• He rules over the gambling houses of Hell and can bestow luck in gambling and loves to play poker and blackjack in the astral with his practitioners.

• Can be invoked to help with justice or vengeance spells.

• He dislikes birds, but likes cats.

HOW TO WORK WITH ASMODEUS:

When working with Asmodeus, it’s important to approach him with respect and caution. Remember that he is a powerful demon and should be treated as such. Be open to receiving his gifts of passion, sex, valour, inner-strength, and more, but also be prepared for his darker side. If you’re looking to connect with Asmodeus on a deeper level, try meditating with his enn (Ayen avage aloren Asmoday aken) or creating a sigil in his honor. And always remember to thank him for his gifts and offerings.

Here are some additional tips for working with Asmodeus:

• Build a relationship: Like any deity, building a relationship with Asmodeus takes time and effort. Try making regular offerings or dedicating a space in your home to him. You can also try researching more about his history and lore to deepen your connection with him.

• Focus on inner strength: Asmodeus is known for his rulerships of inner strength, which can come in handy when facing obstacles or challenges in life. Try working with him to cultivate this quality within yourself, and remember to thank him for his guidance.

• Use protection spells: Asmodeus can also be called upon for protection, especially in matters of the heart. Try creating a protection spell or talisman with his sigil to ward off negativity and attract positive energy.

• Connect with sexuality: Asmodeus is strongly connected to sexuality, making him a great deity to work with for matters of the heart and relationships. Try connecting with him through sexual energy or using his energy to enhance your own passion and desires.

• Always show respect: When working with Asmodeus, it’s important to always show respect and approach him with caution. He is a powerful demon, and should be treated with the reverence and respect that he deserves.

Another fun way to work with Asmodeus is to create a vision board that reflects his rulerships. Cut out pictures and phrases that represent passion, sex, valour, and inner-strength, and arrange them on a board or piece of paper. Place this vision board on your altar or carry it with you as a reminder of the gifts you’re seeking from Asmodeus.

PRAYER FOR ASMODEUS:

"Oh mighty King Asmodeus, ruler of the underworld and master of the infernal realms, I call upon you in this moment. I beseech thee to draw near and manifest your presence before me.
By your divine power and authority, I seek your guidance, protection, and assistance in the matters that concern me.”


“I acknowledge your greatness and offer my respect and devotion to you.
Hail Asmodeus, King of the Fire and Ruler of the Underworld!"

SIGNS THAT ASMODEUS IS CALLING YOU:

• He shows up in your dreams.

• Shows up as the King of Wands when using tarot cards.

• Feeling of being watched or accompanied by a supernatural presence when alone.

• Seeing or drawing toward animals associated with him (bulls, snakes, scorpions, rams, cats, and/or roosters).

• Unusual dreams or vivid visions, often involving themes of love, lust, or sensuality.

• Experiencing feelings of intense desire, passion, seductive, or sexual energy (in my personal experience).

• Feeling a sense of connection or communication with a supernatural entity or presence, especially during meditations or rituals.

• A sudden need or desire to explore darker or taboo aspects of your personality or desires.

• Feeling a stronger connection to the elements of fire or earth.

• Observing unusual synchronicities or patterns in your life that remind you of him.

OFFERINGS:

• Sexual acts.

• Roses.

• Cards.

• Frankincense.

• Dice.

• Food and drinks: pineapple, oat meat, alcohol (red wine, spiced rum, and whiskey), spicy food, lemons, limes, chestnuts, honey, chocolate, and natural made lemonade

• Bull, ram, or narwhal horns.

• Sunflowers.

• Black or red candles.

• Shadow work.

• Carnelians.

• Axes.

• Maces.

• Ornate swords.

• Money.

• Cinnamon scented candles, incense, perfume, (anything cinnamon scented overall).

DEVOTIONAL ACTS FOR ASMODEUS:

• Participating in activities that he may appreciate, such as creative pursuits, sexual expression, or pursuits of power and control.

• Boundary work.

• Leaving offerings such as wine, herbs, or flowers on his altar.

• Engaging in acts of passion and pleasure.

• Working towards personal goals and desires related to sexuality, power, and success.

• Singing and overall talking to him.

• Making a meal in his name.

• Shadow work.

• Knowing how to stand up for yourself.

• Learning to stand up for others.

• Lighting a candle or incense in honour of Him.

• Coming to terms with your sexuality.

• Body worship.

IS IT SAFE TO EAT OR DRINK AN OFFERING I GIVE TO HIM?

There is no clear consensus on whether it is safe to eat or drink an offering given to Asmodeus, as beliefs and practices vary greatly within different occult and magical traditions. Some practitioners may feel that consuming an offering is a way to establish a deeper connection with the deity, while others may prefer to dispose of the offering in a respectful manner after the initial ritual.

It is important to use your own judgment and discretion when deciding whether or not to consume an offering given to a deity. It is also advisable to research and follow established protocols and procedures for working with demons, deities, and entities.

[whereserpentswalk]

Choose a being from another realm banished to this wicked earth to meet and form a close relationship with.

1: a faerie noble who was kicked out of the fae for insulting a guest. They look like a pale naked humanoid with pink splotches and a mushroom hat (it's actually part or their head) and red eyes. Though she looks humanoid, he's closer in biology to a fungus. They're a bit naïve to the way the world of mortals works, but can be very energetic, and occasionally sadistic. They aren't evil, but they don't understand human morality.

2: a vampire from the void between realms that was taken back to earth by a researcher. It's very powerfully psychic, and seems to be millenia old. It appears as a sexless humanoid, with an extremely underweight body, transparent skin, silvery eyes, and long hair, it lacks a mouth using four sharp tentacles on its back to suck out fluids and souls from mortal bodies. It's very skittish and shy around those it sees as a threat, but it can be very freindly to those it knows, being known to be very intelligent and introspective.

3: a mysterious black cat who shows up in random locations. Thought to have immense eldritch power. Speaks in low male voice. (Warning, he is the only one on this list who won't have sex with humans under any circumstances).

4: a shadowy being made out of living void. Seems to be a somewhat glitched enetiy, with a strange colorful aura around an entirely dark body. Attempts to communicate with this one have been largely unsuccessful, but this entity has proven to have a very docile personality, being able to harm people very easily and trying not to, and mostly wanting to stay inside and enjoy mortal entertainment.

5: a demon summoned by a sorcerer on earth but never allowed to fulfill the tasks they were assigned due to the wizard rejecting them. As a demon not being able to fulfill their masters request is very traumatic, and it took work for them to be able to do anything at all. They appear as an athletic feminine human, with raven's wings, a Scorpion's tail, shark's teeth, stag's horns, and a snake head and upper body where a human’s genitals should be. They're still kind pretty broken after their rejection, but tend twords optimism, and they're very egar to do anything they can to please the humans around them, even to their own detriment.

6: a fallen angel who was recently banished to earth from whichever dimension they came from. They're still very upset by this, and may think of themself as worthless due to their rejection by the other angels. Their body appears somewhat humanoid, but more like a jointed plastic doll than anything, with massive golden wings, and a broken halo behind their head. They also seem to have developed cracks along their body. They're very upset at the momment, and can easy burst into fits of self loathing, though their starting to make a few freinds on earth, mabye you could help cheer them up. (Warning, the entity that created the angels should not be trusted, do not believe it if it tells you it God or a god.)

7: cyborg supersolider permanently skinned from the neck down and welded to their power armor, even the lower part of her face has been replaced with a gas mask. They were banished by her superiors for disobeying orders to fire on civilian targets, and are only in a realm with other humans by sheer luck. She can be very calm and patient, though they're somewhat rebellious by nature, and very willing to stand up to people they see as evil, as well as being a bit afraid of anyone trying to control her.

8: eldrich shape-shifting dragon, whose true form is a massive three headed beast, with silvery scales and massive wings. He's known to be here for his own reasons, though if he could ever go back to his home plane is still unlikely, especially after what he's done. He's known to be somewhat calming to those around him, being somewhat fatherly and slightly dominant by nature and speaking in a low booming voice, though he can still be very deadly to those who wrong him.

9: a creature from a digital realm whose been brought into the physical world. Their form should not be described due to the horror of such a transformation, and it's very likely they're in constant pain due to what they are. They seem very freindly, but they'll try to sell you things, they don't want to but they have to. They seem to be under a lot of stress.

10: a wizard who was sent to this plane due to a spell backfiring on them. They look mostly human, but their eyes have been replaced with a special kind of stone, and their teeth have been filed down into sharp points. They also have a lot of tattoos and piercings on their body. They seem very ambitious and hedonistic, though not entirely evil, and they can be very charismatic for those who meet them. They'll also likely try to transform your body into something new, like they do with most people who consent to such acts.

11: a sentient silvery slime created by a god of the outer realms. It's very intelligent, and can take any form though without the ability to adjust color or texture (when interacting with humans tends to take the form of a heavily stylized human female), though it's likely it was rejected by the gods for a good reason, and seems to have some desire to dominate humans, and be free of any moral constraints, though it's not ambitious enough to make a play to try to control anything larger than a small cult on earth. It's currently just sort of relaxing and observing humanity as it likes to do.

12: the wolf with many heads (do not try to interact with the wolf with many heads, trust us!)

Like to give the creature a little gift, reblog to get the creature to come to you! ^_^

[wings-of-fire-confessions]

I like Moonbli. It’s one of my favorite ships actually, even if it’s not written quite well.

“But it’s so plain/boring/rushed!”

While I understand why people view Moonbli that way, I think the ship kinda makes sense that it became canon within the series and that the ship is cute & has good potential within it.

Qibli is one of the characters Moonwatcher has been with the most throughout the 2nd Arc.

They have some nice scenes and moments together that we unfortunately didn’t see due to being in the PoV of other dragons, like Peril.

Like with Moon and Qibli mourning Kinkajou condition’s together while Winter and Hailstorm were traveling to and at the Ice Kingdom and Turtle traveling with Peril (who were in the PoV of in Book 8).

As well as them bonding together within Possibility, such as when they went to the city’s library together, which is a scene that was mentioned by them within DoD to occur.

Qibli also is the second dragon to talk to Moon and come to terms with the fact she has powers after she revealed them, with both of them working together in order to find out who blew up the history cave with a dragonflame cactus.

And their ship being rushed within the story is unfortunate but at least understandable to occur within the series.

Since Tui. herself mentioned that she was conflicted about how to conclude the love triangle within the story because it could work either way, but she eventually decided to put Moon and Qibli together, so that may explain why it felt so rushed within the series.

And the fact that it felt like - at least, to me - Part 3 of Darkness of Dragons was squished into the series with the two fleshed out parts of the book with Qibli within the Scorpion den and SandWing Kingdom.

So while it doesn’t excuse that the ship is rushed, it does and may explain why that occurred in the first place.

Plus, while Moonbli isn’t developed well in canon, they, indeed, have the POTENTIAL to be an interesting and good ship.

Both Moonwatcher and Qibli are traumatized teenagers who were neglected and lived within a dangerous environment throughout their childhood and they both felt needed to mask and hide who they are in order to not be hated and rejected by others. With them learning that others will accept them for who they are being an important parts of their Arcs within their books.

Moonwatcher was physically neglected by her mother in order for her to not live within the volcano and be discovered by her tribe. This resulted in Moon, since the literally very day she hatched, to be left for literal days on end without the supervision of her mother, to the point that she had to learn how to hunt and gather for own food as a literal young child, within the rainforest, which is an environment filled to the brim with dangerous plants, animals and obstacles that could easily harm and/or even kill a young dragonet.

Due to her mother negatively viewing Moon’s powers similarly to how a neurotypical mother would negatively view their child’s autism and caring more about Moon’s reputation more than - without even considering - Moon’s comfortability around other dragons, she told Moon that she must hide her powers or else everyone around her would either dislike, hate or reject her for that part of herself.

This resulted in Moon to be socially anxious and even paranoid around other dragons, masking and hiding the fact that she has powers out fear of being rejected and hated by everyone around her, including the very dragons she grew to bond with (which also resulted in her to be more likely to be manipulated by Darkstalker).

Throughout her book, while at the JMA (and away from her mother), Moon thinks about whether SHE dislikes her powers and if SHE would want to get rid of them if she had the chance. Moon learns that they’re other dragons who will accept her and powers, and she decides to be herself and tells others about her powers when she’s comfortable or feels the need to do so.

While was physically and emotionally neglected by his mother. To the point that he was forced to hunt and steal food from other dragons in order to survive, within a dangerous environment full of dragons that would harm and even kill him if they ever caught him. He was physically and verbally abused by her and his siblings as well.

Due to this, Qibli was insecure and wished that everyone would like him, to the point that he felt to need to mask who he is by presenting himself is a “cheerful, extroverted and funny” type of dragon in order to be love and accepted instead of hated and discriminated by others and even wanting to have Darkstalker’s powers in order to be love by others and fix the bad problems of the world.

Throughout his book, he learns Darkstalker’s ways of making other dragons like him is wrong and pulls away from the possibility of having animus magic, not just because of the fact that he knew that Darkstalker was going to brainwash him and use him as a pawn, but probably also because of the fact that using magic in the ways he wanted to is wrong. From the experience with his friends and within his book, he learns that they’re other dragons who’ll accept him who he is, instead of the dragon he masks and pretends to be.

I like to think that they could bond, comfort, and sympathize with each other over their understanding over having similar experiences and trauma from being neglected and forced to survive by themselves within a dangerous environment throughout the majority of their childhood. And how they, while getting to know each other, open up and reveal parts of their true selves, and then help each other unmask themselves out their fears of rejection as well as help one another learn they they’re other dragons who will accept and love them for who they are.

So yeah - overall Moonbli is a cute ship that does have good potential, but unfortunately wasn’t executed well within canon.

Also I’m so sorry if I said anything wrong and/or didn’t write this as well as I should’ve, I typed this at around 1:00 am - 2:00 am lol.

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[kuaitana]

Famished Princess ☠️ Voracious Warrior

[queensharotto]

Brittle Doughie’s Cookie Run x Reader Masterlist (Part 1: Mid to Late 2022)

A masterlist of @brittle-doughie’s Cookie Run stories organized by month, starting with August 2022.

Genre Emojis

😞 is for angst, 🎃 is for Halloween, 🎄 is for Christmas, 🍪 is for Cannibalism, 💗 is for Yandere, 💝 is for Valentine’s, 👻 is for Horror, 🎂 is for Birthday, 💚 is for Yandere!White Lily Cookie

The Indents are related to the featured cookies. If there are numerous cookies (Over 10 Cookies Featured), I’ll make a note on that as well. Additionally, I’ll categorize various cookies if they’re associated with a specific hobby, location, food etc.

August 2022 🌅

• “Picnic Time” 💗

Featuring: Cherry Blossom Cookie

• “Pizza Time” 💗

Featuring: Pizza Cookie

September 2022 🍂

• “The Beloved of Duskgloom Sea” 💗

Featuring: Black Pearl Cookie

• “Heartbreak”

Featuring: Kumiho Cookie

• “The Apple in this Doctor’s Eye” 💗

Featuring: Dr Bones Cookie

• “The Incorrect Quote Cookie Jar #1”

Featuring: Numerous Cookies

• “The Time Balance Department’s Handycookie”

Featuring: The Time Balance Department

October 2022 🎃

• “Biggest Fans” 💗

Featuring: The Cherry Stars

• “The Idol and the DJ” 💗

Featuring: DJ Cookie

• “Time Travel, Woo!” 💗

Featuring: Croissant Cookie

• “Hollyberrian Marketplace Ruckus”

Featuring: Princess Cookie, Knight Cookie and the Hollyberrian Shopkeepers

• “The Spooky Cookie Tapes” 🎃💗

Featuring: Numerous cookies

• “The Thrill or the Peace”

Featuring: Adventurer Cookie and Blackberry Cookie

• “The Deal with Dragons” 💗

Featuring: The 5 Dragons

• “Baking for Them”

Featuring: Frost Queen Cookie, Sea Fairy Cookie and Black Pearl Cookie

• “The Face of the Future”

Featuring: Director Croissant Cookie, Stringy Gummy Cookie, and Ephemeral Flow Timekeeper Cookie

• “Missing You…” 😞

Featuring: Numerous Cookies

• “Sunrises”

Featuring: Numerous Cookies

• “Real Y/N Cookie Birthday Hours” 🎂

Featuring: Birthday Cake Cookie, Cheesecake Cookie, Truffle Cookie, Lotus Dragon Cookie, and Croissant Cookie

November 2022 🌾

• “A Tune for You”

Featuring: Vagabond Cookie

• “Let Me Be Your Relay Cookie”

Featuring: Numerous Cookies

• “A Phenomenal Photo”

Featuring: Chocolate Bonbon Cookie, Sour Belt Cookie, Shining Glitter Cookie, Scorpion Cookie, Orange Cookie, Cotton Candy Cookie, and Almond Cookie

• “Polar Opposites” 💗

Featuring: Timekeeper Cookie

December 2022 🎄

• “Bake It till You Make It” 🍪💗

Featuring: Captain Caviar Cookie, Caramel Arrow Cookie, Oyster Cookie, Affogato Cookie, Blackberry Cookie, Black Raisin Cookie, and Cocoa Cookie

• “The Deal with Ancients V1”

Featuring: Gingerbrave and Co, The Cookies of Darkness, The First 3 Playable Ancient Heroes and Cookies seen throughout Episodes 9 - 14

• “Yandere Cookie Team Ups” 💗

Featuring: Fire Spirit Cookie, Wind Archer Cookie, Croissant Cookie and Timekeeper Cookie

• “Speak of the Tree”

Featuring: Millennial Tree Cookie and Churro Cookie

• “For Their Majesty” 💗

Featuring: Amber Sugar Cookie

• “Spared No Expense” 💗

Featuring: Cheesecake Cookie

• “The Flipside” 😞

Featuring: Cocoa Cookie, Mint Choco Cookie, Croissant Cookie, Kumiho Cookie, Lilac Cookie, Pomegranate Cookie, Caramel Arrow Cookie

• “When the Jingle Bells Rock” 🎄

Featuring: Numerous Cookies

• “What If: In Your Name” 🍪

Featuring: St Pastry Order

• “Secretly Reading Your Diary”

Featuring: Rougefort Cookie, Licorice Cookie, Pomegranate Cookie, Strawberry Crepe Cookie and the Choco Chess Twins

• “From the Brink”

Featuring: Caramel Arrow Cookie, Pomegranate Cookie, Pastry Cookie and Milk Cookie

• “In a Heartbeat” 💗

Featuring: Pink Choco Cookie

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[crispy-bonnie]

crispy's kombatober (pt 3)

day 23 - favorite skin (earthrealm kitana)

day 24 - meme redraw (y/n x the bi-han multiverse)

day 25 - order of darkness/union of light (scorpion)

day 26 - favorite rivalry (johnny & kenshi)

day 27 - mortal kombat oc/sona (hikari arasawa)

[xinamie]

💋 — dark red.

pairing: raiden x gn! reader

summary: after training with the shirai ryu, raiden seeks out the one person he could depend on for comfort. ♡

tags: fighting (training), fluff, raiden is feeling romantical but still sfw tbh

Ever since meeting his godly alternate self, Raiden took to training with Grandmaster Kuai Liang. He needed that extra push to fuel the flame within him and who better to ask than the pyromancer himself? He was aware of Lord Liu Kang's stories about how the god fell into rage; the reason for being made mortal this time was to prevent him from going through such anger and destruction.

There were so many factors to consider, but he was devoted to this path— to learn more about himself and his capabilities. If he figures out how to activate these feats and learn how to work with them, he could be of better use to Earthrealm's defense. Battles could rise on a whim and he wanted to get a grip on that potential rage rather than be afraid or to shun it.

In between his work with the Shaolin, Raiden made frequent trips over to Japan. The Shirai Ryu’s Grandmaster would hold sessions with him whenever he was available; other times he sparred with Smoke, helped young Hanzo or went over strategies with Harumi.

There were days he would catch you around the clan’s base of operations, indulging in small talk and peaceful walks around their garden. Little memories like those were cherished for someone who carried the weight of his title.

Lord Liu Kang told him that it was possible to train too much, and he was right.

Yet, here he was, circling around Kuai Liang as the two of them observed each other. They were waiting for the right opportunity to strike, focused on every breath falling from their chest.

You were watching on the side, entranced by their intricate dance. Raiden was the first to charge while the other man remained on defense. It was always a show with these two, a display of thunder and fire clashing together. Paired with Scorpion’s trusted kusarigama, it was as if nature’s elemental symphony reverberated through the metal and into the surrounding atmosphere.

At one point, the chain latched onto Raiden’s ankles and he moved to secure it down, not wanting to be pulled towards the warrior. When he lifted his head to look towards Kuai Liang, he noticed an intense, stern look in his opponent’s sharp gaze. In a split second, flames began to travel down the metal, spreading closer and closer to his very form.

He was going to be harmed if he wasn’t careful.

Raiden gripped the chain harder, digging his soles into the ground and allowed sparks to gather in his palms. Metal was a great conductor of electricity, thus the lightning he conjured bounced, shooting out towards Kuai Liang. This forced the Grandmaster to halt his embers in order to escape the wrath. Raiden took this chance to kick the kama away, only to forget how fast the trained warrior recovers.

He was pinned within seconds of letting his sight falter, groaning as his shoulders were pressed into the courtyard.

Upset at having let his guard down, his fingers clenched into the ground and began to generate heat. He should have known better, to always keep his eyes on his opponent…

Raiden’s attention was on his hand, watching as the light flickered around his skin. A new hue joined the display, faint and taunting, but it was unmistakably there. It was blurred and any average person would have trouble detecting it. Though, as someone who had studied his newfound powers the moment he was given the amulet, he knew what it was— it just had to be.

“Yield.” The order came from the masked opponent.

Taking a steady breath, willing his strength to compose himself, he placed his palm down. He relaxed his muscles, resting against the floor as he pondered. The brief disappointment in himself was replaced by curiosity and intrigue.

“I yield.”

-

After the session, Raiden decided to clean up since he had dust and dirt all over him. Training had always garnered sweat and he took pride in his ability to remain hygienic, especially in a home he was a guest of.

Fresh and clean, he goes about his usual routine and enters the garden. He knew he would find you here, but he was really hoping to see you even more after his latest discovery. He couldn't help the way his body buzzed, images of that light scarlet color replaying every other minute.

“Raiden?” Your voice called out to him, breaking him out of his trance as he offered a kind bow and then joined your side.

There was something different about him; it was as obvious as day and night. Whenever he would spar with the others and found himself losing, he would either ask to go again or thank them for their time. Now, he seemed… miles away.

“What's troubling you?” You had asked as he averted his gaze to the blooming plant in front of you.

“There's… well, I…”

It wasn’t unnatural for him to be at a loss for words, and he was truly grateful for your patience as he gathered himself. A few minutes passed and his gentle voice had a hint of shakiness to it, an effect of using the amulet as much as he had.

“May I hold you?”

His request sits in the air between you both, the inhale not going unnoticed by him as he tilted his head in a manner that was far too precious. He merely chuckled and began to explain himself further.

“I am quite energized still. I can feel it coursing within me.” He stated, hinting at his wish to find a way to ground himself back into reality. To think he would ask you rather than his usual meditation added a certain warmth to your cheeks.

The second you agree, his smile is nearly blinding. He was careful with his first touch, fingertips caressing the back of your hand and over your knuckles. They smoothed up towards your wrist and along your forearm when he was met with no resistance.

Raiden had visibly melted when he tugged you closer to his body, arms circled around your waist and head tucked on your shoulder. A content breath tickled your neck as he held you there, basking in the shared warmth and comfort.

“I've made progress today.” He hummed out, leaning into you further when you began brushing his hair back in a soothing motion. His chest was pressed against yours, every breath and exhale easily detected from such proximity.

He briefly removed himself to gaze at you, only inches apart from being able to rest his forehead on yours. His voice lingered on a lower tone, set on you and you alone. “Were you watching?”

You could only nod, mesmerized by the searing look behind those usually soft, brown eyes of his. A pleased thrum vibrated through him and into you, eyelashes fluttering as he locked his hands on the curve of your back.

It was just the two of you in the gardens, lost in each other’s presence with an unspoken heat rising. He watched you for what felt like forever, analyzing your features and committing them to his mind for safe keeping.

“Allow me…” He spoke up, your focus snapping back to him as he brought himself close enough to brush his nose along yours. “Please.”

His plea left you near breathless, eyes trying to search for answers. You could feel his breath tease your lips, making them quiver in anticipation. Gathering your courage, you finally respond with a command he has wanted to hear since entering the garden.

“Kiss me.”

He didn't need to be told twice, keeping one arm secure around your hips as the other slid up to cup your cheek. Raiden kept you there as his eager lips captured yours in a kiss he had only ever dreamed of.

It was exhilarating; both yours and his eyes closing shut to embrace the intimacy of it all. He tasted sweet like a divine treat that was immensely invigorating and rousing to your senses. Trying to part from him only lasted for two seconds as he chased after you, planting his lips upon yours and stealing your breath yet again.

Earthrealm’s Champion wanted— or more so needed you, in his arms and covered in his affection. He would ensure that you were treated to the highest degree that only someone like him could ever deliver to you.

Only you could keep him stable while he made you feel as if you were floating within all the realms.

[ramblingloon]

I think I caught a blizzard

I recently replayed MK11 and mah gawd Kuai Liang aka sub zero my boy not the new scorpion in mk1 which is ??!! whyyyyy did they do my boy like that smh. anyways I think the fixation on this fine man is back so why not make a sub zero x reader fic am I right hehehe

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I'm so sorry for this GIF, please don't leave lmao.

no horni only fluff and maybe angst

You walk over the snowy stone tiles, the ice crystals glistening beneath your leathered soles. As you step on the snow, the crunching sound is stratifying to your ears. Your formal Lin Kuei attire drags behind your feet.

The heavy blizzard has been going on for four days, the same amount of days Kuai Liang was off on a mission with a couple of his subordinates and, of course, Frost.

You sniffle slightly, feeling the cold seeps through your hands, nose, and cheeks. You muffle a cough as you enter the temple. An apprentice ninja steps aside and bows to you.

You smile at them, bowing your head in return. You watch as they walk away, and you silence another cough by covering your mouth.

It is your duty as the consort of the grandmaster to be strong, and tenacious; to take care of the Lin Kuei as if Kuai Liang is right here.

You pass by the training area, watching as the younglings' harsh training has just begun. Their loud battle cries ring over the storm.

You smile to yourself as you keep going into the empty hallways of the temple when a sudden sharp cough escapes you. You lean on the wall, feeling your breath shorten and pricking pain between your ribs. You cough again, getting dizzy in the process.

You groan in pain as you straighten yourself, " it's just a cold. Pull yourself together, Y/n."

Eventually, you reach the kitchen, and the warm air oozing from the kitchen challenges the hiemal temperature of the empty hallway.

You scan the staff working with efficiency to prepare the best meals for the Lin Kuei fighters.

A maid notices you enter the kitchen and immediately pauses,

"Oh, consort, y/n. what brings you to this humble place."

you smile kindly at them," No need for formality, just checking in. Are the staff low on any sustenance." you reach with your hand over your mouth, worried a sharp cough or sneeze to escape you.

"I don't think so. We're serving rice and salted fish with sou-"

a loud cough rings in the kitchen as you put your hand over your aching chest, coughing, angry at your body for failing you at this moment.

The maid guides you to a wooden chair by a table and sets you down.

"I'll -um, I'll fetch you some herbal tea."

you nod as the stinging pain in your chest subsides and finally disappears.

Not long after, the maid brings you a steamy cup of tea. You glance at the dark liquid. It reminds you of how Kuai Liang likes to brew tea and discuss important decisions over a cup- well, maybe not a cup, but a whole pot of tea-

That reminds you, the tea set in his command chamber is probably empty.

"Maybe he'll come back soon?" you think to yourself 

"No...he won't risk the life of anyone in this blizzard." a doubting voice offers its reason within you.

"Maybe he was injured?"

"I hope he's alright." You look at your hands, squeezing them, the tips of your fingers chilly and cold.

Nonetheless, you stand from your seat and order a maid to prepare a tea pot.

On your way to the command chamber, you sniffle, taking a freezing deep breath, which causes the ache in your chest to emerge again, almost causing you to drop the tray with the tea.

"Where are you, Kuai?" feeling overwhelmed and angry at your weakened body, you call for your absent partner.

You enter the chamber and slide the door closed. The whistling wind muffled within the sturdy walls of the room.

You replace the empty cold teapot with the hot one when you notice some of the tea cups have remains of dark green tea at the bottom.

"Oh, he'll diffidently be angry if he saw that." you chuckle to yourself, mental pictures of a frowning Kuai surface in your mind.

Immediately, you put the dirty cups on the tray with the cold pot and put the fresh set on the table.

You look around the room. Serene and calm contradicting the wailing sound of the wind outside. You glance at a kunai at the table, left or maybe forgotten. Reaching with your hand, you scan the blue cloth wrapped around the hilt with the Lin Kuei symbol carved on the metal.

Yet another painful cough escapes you. You sit on one of the chairs, waiting for the pain in your chest to simply disappear.

You exhale, hand over your chest when the door slides open.

Your e/c eyes meet with deep brown ones. the soft orbs you have been longing to see for days.

You watch as Kuai Liang's frown dissolves into a poker face. His mask and jet-black hair were covered in snow, thawing at room temperature.

You stand from your chair with a composed smile and utter ", Grandmaster."

He takes his off mask and takes a step toward you, though he pauses.

"Frost," he addresses Frost, standing by the door.

" we can discuss the possibilities when the men are well rested." his deep, sultry voice cascades over your ears, causing your heart to race in your ribcage, and warmth spreads all over your body.

Oh, how much you have missed this man.

"but grandmaster-" Frost protested

He turns to her, his broad shoulders to you," Frost, give your body the respect it deserves. We've been in this blizzard for four days. The men need to regain their energy."

"Then we can discuss-" yet again she protests, only to be interrupted by his demanding voice, "You're dismissed."

She snarls at his demanding voice, looks at you, and closes the door as she leaves.

You don't wait for him to turn around. You fully embrace him, burring your face into his back. Your hands over his chest, feeling the calm beating of his heart.

A deep chuckle escapes him as he turns around in your embrace," I've missed you too."

Large arms encase you as he pulls you closer to his chest. He buries his nose into your h/c hair, taking a deep breath, breathing you in.

"you scared me, Kuai. I trust your abilities, but," you utter, looking up at your partner, sadness lacing your voice.

He cups your right cheek with his right hand, caressing your skin with his thumb.

"shush, I'm here, y/n, with you."

he delicately grips your chin and leans to your level. Cold lips connect with yours.

 Though it lasts only seconds, you feel safe in his embrace, forgetting all about the aching pain in your chest and body.

He breaks away and walks toward the door, "Come, I don't think it will be appropriate if one of the men barged in here."

You pout, feeling the lingering warmth in your stomach disperse ", But I got your tea."

You walk to the tea set and open the lid, the steam escaping its ceramic cage.

He crosses his arms, waiting for you by the door," we can take the tea with us."

You raise your eyebrow at him, "Alright, alright. Just don't complain when it's over-brewed."

You cover back the teapot and walk to the door. With your spouse walking next to you, the cold empty hallways feel much more welcoming than the past four days.

You want to reach for his hand, hold it, and never let it go. But Kuai Liang is a man who has respect for his position. The grandmaster nor his consort can't be seen in any ignominious way.

You reach your shared bedroom, the sound of this obstinate storm still occurring outside.

"This damned blizzard." you curse as you take off your shoes. Afraid; the carpet will get dirtied by the snow stuck to your footwear.

Before you know it, you are scooped off the ground into Kuai's embrace. A sudden yelp escapes you as you circle your arms around his neck.

"Kuai Liang! Put me down this instant." you try to sound serious between your chuckles.

His deep chuckles resonate through his chest as he looks up at you with a teasing smile," or what?"

You bite your lip, a laugh escaping you.

Unfortunately, you feel the gradual pain in your chest surfacing back again.

He puts you down and cups your face with both hands and kisses you deeply.

You break off the kiss, taking a breath, only for him to kiss you more.

"Kuai," you call him, hand over his chest to stop him.

"you're going to get yourself sic-" you cough, and cough. Your chest tightens and contracts. You kneel on the floor, gasping for air, raspy noises escaping your throat.

Kuai Liang kneels next to you, deep concern on his face, as he watches his spouse groan in pain and clutch their chest.

The pain withdrew away back into nothingness. You look at your partner's shocked glare.

"I'm going to get the physician." he declares, only for you to stop him.

" No! No. Not now." you plead, gaining an angry look from him.

"What?"

"The people are already suffering from this blizzard. I can't be seen weak." you calmly explain, feeling the blood rush to your face.

"The younglings are training in this blizzard, and the grandmaster consort caught the cold. What will your image be? What will mine be?" you cough into your hand, slumped on the floor, feeling defeat.

"Y/n, what is this? Didn't you hear me talk with Frost?" Kuai Liang Stands up, only for you to grab his pants.

"Please, Kuai. Just for today." Your e/c eyes well up as you look at your partner in plea.

He closes his eyes, muttering under his breath before he gets to your level and carries you.

"Only for today," he repeats as he walks to the bed and lays you down slowly.

"only for today." You nod, repeating your words.

"Get some sleep, y/n." he brushes your h/c hair back before he pulls the covers over you.

"won't you join me?"

he snickers, shaking his head as he walks to the other side of the bed. He has taken off his bandana and top vest before he joins you in the bed.

You kiss him on the cheek as he slides close to you, his body chilly though not displeasing.

"Thank you, Kuai," you mumble as you bury your face into the crook of his neck and drift into needed sleep.

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I wanted to write more but I don't know.. felt like this is a good ending? . if u wanna me to write something for u hit me up. I looked up the mortality causes of cold weather and third cause is raspatory diseases so I was gonna do an " Arthur Morgan from rdr2" but that would be so cruel so I chose just a serious case of the flu. I mean after all they're humans just a little more powerful, right?

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older! Rockstar Eddie Munson x fem! reader x eventual older Steve x fem!reader.

(Eddie is 38 and the reader is 25.) The year is 2008. All 21 chapters are on ao3. Only chapter 1 will be on tumblr.

series title: Love Buzz

chapters 1 and preview of chapter 2 (5K words)

chapter 1: like a dream come true

series summary: Corroded Coffin have a reunion tour with none other than doom/gothic metal legends Type O' Negative. Reader recently finished college with a bachelor's degree in the music business. After being interviewed by none other than Eddie Munson himself, you get the job as their touring band manager. What starts as a business relationship grows into friendship and eventually an epic romance. Steve Harrington is CC's bodyguard. Eventual Steddie x fem! reader. Multi-series.

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The sound of your alarm clock blared in your ears as you removed your eye mask and stretched. You turned it off, then got up and put on your house slippers, then made your way to your shower to get ready for the day. Gone were the days of doing pole dancing and burlesque for money to pay for college. Your college debt was all paid for and you had a temporary, yet steady job working at your best friend's family-owned restaurant. Pay and tips were good, but today you were interviewing for your dream job. You couldn't wait to meet the frontman and lead guitarist of the legendary 80s metal band Corroded Coffin- Eddie Munson. They toured with so many amazing bands back in the day before they reunited, such as Carnivore, Cinderella, Whitesnake, The Scorpions, Bon Jovi, W.A.S.P., and even the Prince of Darkness himself- Ozzy Osbourne. The 80s were a bit of an obsession to you, even though you only grew up late in the decade and were just a kid when the 80s were about to end. The 90s were just fine, but you had the fondest memories of your childhood in the 80s. Once you washed your hair and used your favorite body wash, you shave your legs and blow dry your hair before applying your favorite scent of perfume and lotion. The interview flyer said to dress casually, so you dressed in your favorite pair of black leather pants and a Black Sabbath tour shirt. You paired it with your most worn and metal pin-decorated black leather jacket. Although you were a bit apprehensive about anything that could go wrong, you instead decided to focus on all the good. After getting some breakfast, you headed out to go to the drive-thru and pick up your favorite coffee order then go to Eddie's studio for the interview. Corroded Coffin was recording a brand new EP and it was the first music they would release in over 10 years, since their last show and album was back in 1995. The original lineup was back together, though and they needed a new manager- someone reliable. With your degree and experience working a little in the music industry throughout college and in your 2-year internship.

When you arrived at their studio, Eddie's uncle Wayne led you into the recording studio and told you to make yourself comfortable. You had a short phone interview with Eddie but this second interview would be the last one to see if you would get the position. That summer Corroded Coffin had a 30-date North American tour that was sold out, including 4 dates in Canada. Traveling was something you wanted to do much more of and this would be the perfect opportunity for that. Your last relationship ended only two months ago and you couldn't wait to find more things to do to keep yourself busy. This dream job would hopefully be the best distraction. As you walked into the studio, Eddie saw smiled at you as he looked you up and down. He was quite impressed with what he was seeing. When you sat down in the room opposite the recording booth, Eddie put his guitar down and made his way over to the room you were in. You stood up as soon as he entered and Wayne left. Eddie looked even more attractive in person. He had the most stunning tattoos and his curly locks of hair were something else. When you were younger, you had a big crush on him, but now you felt like you were smitten. Seeing him in magazines, on posters, in interviews, and even in music videos didn't do him enough justice. He was not just hot and sexy he was a very handsome man and his stubble only added to the allure. His ripped Ozzy shirt complimented his pair of spandex jeans quite well.

"Sit down, please. I'd like to get this interview started and after you can stay if you'd like and hear us record a new song. How does that sound?" He asked as he sits down in a chair opposite from yours.

"Yes, sir. I mean Mr. Munson. I would like that very much."

"No, no, don't call me sir, or Mr. Munson. That's my father and sir just makes me feel like an old man," he admitted, trying to hold back a slight chuckle.

You sat back down and nodded your agreement, waiting pensively for the interview to start. Even though no one else was around or super close by, you couldn't help but feel your nerves get the better of you. Here this beautiful rockstar and guitar Adonis was sitting right in front of you, and it was making you nervous. It was a good thing you had some time before the studio to do your makeup- some black eyeshadow, lipstick, and foundation.

"Well, to be quite honest with you, judging from your resume, you are one of the two most qualified so this interview will be the last one before I make my final decision. I will call you with the news by tonight after talking it over with the rest of the guys. Now my first question is, are you completely dedicated to being on a full-length all-summer tour across North America with Canada included?" He asked with a raise of his brows.

His brown button eyes were so gorgeous. You couldn't fall for him though. He was your potential boss after all. If you didn't end up getting the job, then you probably wouldn't hear from him again unless you went to one of their shows.

"I know I am qualified for this job and I am very dedicated to my job. At the moment, I work at a restaurant, but I can give my week's notice and be there for you at the start of the tour and throughout the summer, Eddie. I also have my passport renewed and ready at my disposal now if you'd like to check it out."

"That won't be necessary." He clears his throat, then eyes you up and down again with a small smirk on his lips. "I need to have you sign an NDA otherwise known as a nondisclosure agreement. What happens and what is said on tour and in the studio stays on tour and in the studio. Are we clear?"

"Yes, Eddie. I understand that fully. I am familiar with NDA and I could sign one."

"Good, because we wouldn't want my band's new songs to be leaked, now would we? The album isn't being released until the very end of the summer after all. Not even the song track titles," he explains to you as he gestures with his hands for emphasis. His metal and sterling silver rings were a sight to see and you liked his style.

"I completely understand. I can keep it a secret."

"Now there's no set uniform for this job, but just to let you know I like your style and would like to see you wear similar outfits on the tour. Just throwing that out there. I've seen your references, resume, as well as your degree in music and your GPA, and I am highly impressed. I just have one last question for you. Are you prepared for long days and some grueling nights? Can you keep up with that sort of lifestyle with little sleep some nights, well most nights actually, and being around as well as managing 4 crazy old dude rockers?"

He didn't want to scare you off or make you nervous. Those things were far from his true intentions, but he wanted to know that he had someone reliable for him. Someone who truly was a person he could count on, because there were so many people he couldn't even trust.

"Yes, Eddie. I can be the manager that you and Corroded Coffin need."

He got up and put out his hand for you to shake. You took it and shook his hand.

"I'll be in touch. We are about to record our guitar and drum solos for the new track and I think you should stay."

"I will. Thank you."

He nodded and left the room, closing the door gently behind him. As they recorded, you watched in amazement and fascination, as you banged your head along to the music. His eyes met yours as he played his solo, and a wicked grin was on his face whenever he made eye contact with you. Later on, he talked to his bandmates and they decided on the new band touring manager.

Eddie's POV:

I like her already. She has a good personality, likes great music, she seems reliable and trustworthy, and even better she certainly has the look to be my band manager. I just wonder if she will have what it takes to survive out on the road with the 4 of us crazy rockers. The relationship is going to be professional and I won't let myself stray from my music and my job but God if I said I didn't want to take her out I would be lying. She is drop-dead gorgeous and I feel like she is the perfect fit for our band. Once I call Miranda and let her know the job position has been filled, I will call her to let her know she has the gig.

Your phone rang almost right after you had finished up your dinner and watched one of your favorite movies on DVD. You picked it up almost instantly once Eddie's name showed up on the caller ID.

"Hello?" You asked.

"It's me, Eddie. I just got off the phone with the other interviewee and I had to let her down easily. You got the job."

You muted your mic for a few seconds to do a happy dance and scream before unmuting him.

"Great. When do I start?"

"I'm glad you still want the job. Two weeks from tomorrow, we start tour prep, and two days after that we are off on the road. Are you sure you're ready for this and fully committed to it?"

"I am. I swear."

"Good now get some rest and I will call you in about a few with some more details."

"Thanks, Eddie."

"Good night. Take care of yourself."

"You too, Eddie."

You hung up and danced all around your house before you called your best friend to celebrate. She came over for celebratory drinks and hugged you before she left. She more than understood you calling it quits with your job at her family's restaurant and things were great between the two of you. You slept well that night.

Your best friend couldn't help but gush about it with you when you revealed you had gotten the job, and that you were now officially the touring band manager of Corroded Coffin. She was so happy for you and it was going to be the best thing ever to go out on tour with one of your favorite bands. The summer tour started in Los Angeles, California, and ended in Brooklyn, New York, with some other dates. Of course, there would be a stop in Hawkins, Indiana, the band's hometown. Your friend couldn't help but talk about just how hot she thought Eddie was, especially in recent interviews and magazine print photos. She was so jealous of you and you promised her a backstage pass in New York. Eddie and his fellow bandmates had moved to Brooklyn in the early 2000s because of the great music scene there. The tour with Type O' Negative was a co-headliner with the bands switching stage times each night of the tour. Of course, you thought Eddie was great looking and getting to know him better throughout the tour, which you imagined would happen, was going to be pretty great. According to the tabloids, he was recently single but of course, your relationship with him was going to be professional. You didn't dare ask an almost stranger about his relationship status. Eddie was formerly married with no children. His ex-wife, Hailey, supposedly could be a real bitch, and you hoped you would never have to cross paths with her. It was going to be the summer of a lifetime guaranteed and as you packed for your trip, you listened to Corroded Coffin as your bestie and roommate helped you get ready for the tour. The way he smelled at the interview was a mixture of nicotine and a nice spicy cologne and aftershave. His hands were calloused from playing the guitar, but it seemed like he had the tried and true hands of a real guitarist. What you wouldn't give to have his hands in yours. You fantasized about him at night and thought about his big and strong arms wrapped around you, but of course, that couldn't be possible, right? He was your boss and good-looking, but still, you didn't want to jeopardize your dream job. You would keep your hands to yourself. For all you knew, he probably had a girlfriend, and in a low-key relationship, he hid from the public's view. Either way, there would probably still be groupies on tour.

A few nights later, just days before the tour, Eddie called you post-band rehearsal.

"Hi, Eddie. I hope you are doing well."

"Thank you, and I am. I just wanted to get in touch to talk to you about a few things. The plane and itinerary that you have received in the mail are all paid for up-front and included in your salary. Is now a good time to talk?"

"Definitely. I wasn't busy doing anything."

"Good. I assume you also got the checklist for what you need to bring on tour and what's suggested, what you should probably leave behind?"

"I did. I received it in the mail today," you told him sounding eager in your tone as you lay on your bed.

You took another sip of your glass of red wine, as Eddie took another puff of his joint.

"Well, great then. Now on this tour, family and friends can be invited backstage, and on the tour bus, but we have a strict schedule, with a limited number of days off. I was just making sure it's understood that you run it by me first before any family or friends come backstage?"

Secretly, you wondered if Eddie liked younger women but quickly dismissed this thought.

"That's perfectly understandable and I will let you know in advance. My best friend wants to come to the New York show. Is that alright?"

"In Brooklyn? Definitely. I just have one more question for you." He paused for a few brief moments, and took another drag, before placing the joint down on his ashtray and continuing. The suspense was killing you. It sounded like he was smoking, and his voice was smoky, but in a good way. "Well, since all the technicalities are already taken care of, and the traveling logistics, as well as the food budget, I was just wondering if you would be interested in directing and being in our next music video?"

At that moment, you wanted so badly to jump up and down in excitement- and to scream, but contained yourself, and calmed down before you responded to him.

"That sounds pretty amazing. I'd love to direct and star in your new music video," you told him, sounding very intrigued.

"Great and finally, I just wanted to make sure you don't have any further questions for me."

"Not at the moment. My best friend will take care of my dog and I will be there for the full duration of the job. No one will come in between my job or be in the way."

"Well, you are still pretty young. You'll be pretty great for the job then. I have one more thing to say. You'll be one of the very first people to hear the new album in its entirety, including bonus tracks and all. Also, I wanted to tell you about one of my good friends. Steve. Steve Harrington. He's going to be our merch guy. Just letting you know."

"Great. I can't wait to meet him."

"Me too. Take care and I'll see you at the airport on Saturday?"

"Definitely. See you then. Good night Eddie."

"Good night, Y/N."

As you counted down the days on your calendar until the next time you would see Eddie again, you made the most of it. You spent each day with your best friend, until the day of the flight. After a nice shopping trip together and buying some new clothes, as well as shoes for your trip, you had a sleepover and reminisced about old times. When the day finally came to see Corroded Coffin and meet up with the band at the airport, you put on your best perfume after your shower. You changed into your favorite band tee, along with ripped jeans, your best black leather jacket, and platform boots. You took a taxi to the airport, and when you arrived at JFK international airport, you checked in through security and met Eddie, Jeff their guitarist, Gareth their drummer, and their bassist, Grant, by the gates.

Everyone ended up being nice in the band, and as a late arrival, Steve showed up.

"Hi, I'm Steve. You must be the new band manager, Y/N."

He extended his hand for you to shake, which you accepted.

"Eddie mentioned you. Nice to meet you."

As everyone sat around waiting for the plane to board, Eddie went to the nearest snack machine and brought bag packs of chips and bottles of water for everyone. You thanked him, glad to have a snack. Soon the plane was called to board and you got on soon finding your seat in first class. It was amazing to be sitting next to Eddie, and you felt like rock royalty, as you were in that section with the band. You didn't quite feel worthy, but you felt so at ease around him and near him. The faint smells of both tobacco and a nice cologne were coming off of Eddie. It was so comforting to you and as the plane took off and emerged into the air, you felt more calm than ever before. Soon you had champagne, and after your first big swig of it, you could feel the alcohol hit you. It was a nice feeling to have. The movie Playing on the flight was a horror film called The Devil's Rejects, and it was pretty enjoyable so far. You wanted to pace yourself and had just one glass as opposed to the other guys having between 1-3. Soon it was lunchtime, and after you ate you fell asleep and napped for the next few hours. The total flight time was about 6 hours. When you woke up close to the time of the plane landing, you were resting against Eddie's shoulder. Startled a little bit by your position, you looked up into his chocolate-brown eyes.

"Did you sleep well?" He asked with a smile on his face.

"I slept well," you replied, trying your best to not make anything seem awkward as you smiled back at him.

Eddie said nothing about the way you were sleeping and instead looked out of the window. Soon the plane made its descent, and you felt a mixture of emotions, including apprehension and happiness, but also a feeling of euphoria. After all, you were in the city of Angels and you felt like anything was possible. The following night was the first day of the tour at The Mayan. It was a sold-out show and would have close to 2000 attendees. The night after was Vegas, and you were looking forward to seeing some of the West Coast.

"So, are you ready to hit up the hotel and then maybe go out after for some drinks?" Eddie asked you.

"Oh, that would be great."

"Good. You have your room at the hotel, of course, and with the best view."

"Thanks, Eddie." You wondered if the bar meet-up would be with just Eddie or some of the other guys as well.

As you got off the plane and went to collect your luggage at the airport, Eddie stayed close to your side. He couldn't wait to take a smoke break, but right now, his priority was getting everyone safely to the hotel. He hailed a cab for you and him, along with Jeff. Gareth and Grant would take the next one though. L.A. was so busy and crowded, but as the traffic lightened up a little bit, you soon found yourself at the entrance to the Sheraton Hotel. The place was very nice, and after checking in with the hotel staff at the front desk, you took the elevator with Eddie to your rooms on the fourth floor. Once you parted ways with him, you explored your room and unpacked, before freshening up just a little bit. He texted you he would be at the local bar at the Virgil in downtown L.A. around 630 p.m. You texted back you would be there. Soon you left for the club and when you arrived, you found Eddie outside smoking. As you walked up to him you noticed the song playing in the bar was a Corroded Coffin song.

"Sounds like they are playing your song."

"Yep, they sure are. Shall we go in?"

You nodded your approval and walk with him into the bar. Soon you sat down, and the bartender came over to ask for your drink orders and ids. You showed her your ID, and she took your order of a mojito and Eddie's order of a triple shot of bourbon.

"So, what do you like to do for fun?"

"I'm very into art, cinema, photography, makeup, concerts, and shopping. That sort of stuff."

"Nice. Pretty much the same for me except makeup and shopping aren't all that bad. It just depends on what you are shopping for I guess. I love record stores."

"Me too. Swap meets, garage sales, and vinyl record shows can be pretty fun too."

"I agree. Great minds think alike."

With drinks in hand now, he gave you a toast.

"To us."

"To us," you repeated after him right before clinking your glasses together, then taking a big sip of your mojito. It was delicious, and most importantly, refreshing.

He loved how his bourbon tasted on his tongue, and he loved the feeling of the liquor in his system. A good drink after a nice smoke was just what he needed.

After a long silent pause, the song Master of Puppets began playing in the club. Eddie's head banged along to it and you smiled at him warmly, feeling a slight buzz from the liquor as you took another big sip of it and so did Eddie.

"This is my favorite to cover live especially," he mentioned with a slight hum, as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"I love this song and I'm sure the cover live is great. Hopefully, I will hear it on this tour."

He nodded in agreement as a big smirk formed on his face.

"Definitely. You sure will," he told you as he lifted his glass again to clink against yours.

He drank and leaned his head against his hand as he looked at you with his beautiful chocolate-brown eyes.

"What's on your mind?" He asked, sounding genuinely curious as he stared at you.

You took a big gulp of your drink, practically finishing it now, then set it down on the counter.

"I'm thinking about dancing. Head banging. I mean Metallica is awesome and makes me want to move. Know what I mean?"

"Sure. Why not?"

He got up and offered his hand for you to take. As soon as your hand met his and you made contact, you let him escort you to the dance floor.

As you moved in time to the music and danced close to him, you spun around, then bravely bumped and ground against him, with your back facing towards his chest. You boldly moved against him and leaned your head back. He enjoyed the close contact as the song's second verse wrapped up and the chorus kicked in again. He sang along to the music, and his head banged as you continued to move against him, but almost lost your balance. Catching you instantly, Eddie whispered in your ear.

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah, fine."

"I think we should dance a bit more, then head back to the hotel," he suggested.

You nodded in agreement, then continued dancing as he held onto your hips so you wouldn't fall. Eddie was all smiles as you danced for him. He was just so happy. You felt so excited and felt that at that moment, anything was possible. It was getting late and the tour was starting tomorrow. Right now you were going to live it up.

More songs came on, and with each one, you danced close to him, getting so close that your lips almost brushed against his. The way he smiled at you made you smile. He made you feel so safe with him. It was getting late, and soon you said goodbye and parted ways. The next day would be the first day of the tour and it would hopefully be amazing.

You slept well that night. Morning light soon came into your window and without hesitation, you turned off your alarm clock, eager to start the day. You checked your phone- finding a text from Eddie.

It was great to spend time with you last night. Eager for tonight. Let's rock!

His text made you smile, and you texted him back.

Can't wait for tonight. It's going to be the most metal show ever! :)

Eddie soon read your text, eager to see you again. Getting a good morning text from you was the best way to start his day, and you felt the same way about him.

After the concert, there would be a meet and greet. As the manager, you had to run that, but hopefully, it would go by well without a hitch. Beautiful women who were around were sure to be throwing themselves at Eddie. At least those that would give him their numbers. He was your coworker though. You had no right to get worked up about this. You wanted to look out for Eddie. You didn't want him to get used by any woman. Spending more time with him was all you wanted, and if anything more happened between the two of you, then so be it. Everything was going to work out and your dream job was starting today. You needed to be focused, but hopefully, later there would be time for some fun and getting to know Ed's better. As for Eddie, he was glad to have a dedicated person to be Corroded Coffin's tour manager. With you, he had just that.

chapter 2 title and preview: rock n roll all nite

Summary- Corroded Coffin put on their first concert of the tour. After Eddie has a fun night at the show he seeks comfort in someone else but realizes he needs you.

The club was one of the nicest you had ever seen. Everything about being there felt like home to Eddie. Playing gigs and living it up every night as a rockstar was his calling. His life revolved around Corroded Coffin, and his band meant everything to him. Without his bandmates, he wouldn't be where he was after so many years of putting both his heart and soul into his music. The hard work paid off, and he could launch a successful musical project even with all the turmoil of his past and being the town freak. Saving Hawkins from the likes of Vecna, and all the destruction that came from Hawkins' lab- he still had received no acknowledgment for any of it. Left for dead in the upside down, he eventually made his way out of the other side alive by some miracle. After extensive healing, he made a full recovery and healed. Music kept him going. Tonight was special. Type O Negative was one of the most respected bands from the east coast and Brooklyn. Being around the band and finally meeting them was one of Eddie's best experiences. Peter Steele was an influence of his. Doom Metal meant a lot to Eddie, with his favorite band being Black Sabbath. They were also the biggest influence on Peter and Type O Negative. The day had finally come that they would play a show- a co-headliner no less with these doom metal legends. The soundcheck went by without a hitch and everyone had a good time. You had the best view and once they had played through a few of their big hits; they took a short break before the VIP guests would arrive. Most of the tour had been a sell-out already, with the meet and greets sold out.

The meet and greets were very exclusive, but Eddie was going to meet every fan individually, along with Jeff, Gareth, and Grant. Everyone arrived in a timely fashion. To no one's surprise, at least half of the guests were women. All of them were so pretty. No doubt Eddie would have a groupie or two, maybe even more tonight. As a manager of the band, you had to be professional. Some girls had him sign their boobs, which was nothing new for him as to be expected. Many had magazines and posters to sign and when you took their group pictures, some women hugged him. The women were at least classy enough to not flash anyone.

One woman had fan art for Eddie and she got a backstage pass from him. Everything about Eddie was charming, so it was no surprise this was happening. Once the meet and greet ended, you accommodated all the guests back outside and assured them they would have an early entry. Eddie was too old for all the groupie stuff, but he wanted to meet every fan that wanted to meet him.

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♡ liu kang

♡ jotaro kujo (older only)

♡ hiromi higuruma

♡ toji fushiguro

♡ kiryu kiruma

♡ superman

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➜ RULES: I don't write anything about incest (just step!incest), I don't write scat, piss, pedo, gore, vomit, tentacles, transphobia, homophobia, racism or very extreme fetishes.

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(*) - If you want an additional one there will be an additional fee.

౨ৎ ⋆🎀｡˚. premium commission 【 $20 】 - ✎ In a premium commission, you will buy a bot from me and have me create the plot and intro you want, completely personalized for you. But with more details, more prompts, and any extras you want to add.(*)

➜ With this option you can ask me ANY character what do you want. I will research them and do my best to deliver you the best bot you want ;3

(be they OC characters or characters that already exist.)

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(*) - If you want an additional one there will be an additional fee.