#so i call it the iron maiden as a joke.

[keygen]

I almost texted "getting into the therapeutic iron maiden so I can calm down" to a friend before realising this was a reference to a dream I had and not some sort of universal thing everyone would understand.

[silent-stories]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 - 𝟐

Pairing: Eddie x F!Reader

Summary: After moving to Hawkins for a fresh start, you meet a boy with kind, brown eyes who will quickly become a friend and maybe something more. The only problem is: you took something that belongs to him by accident and now you don't know what to do.

Part 1

When your alarm went off the next morning, you nearly fell out of bed.

“Shit.” You muttered to yourself, raising a hand to cover your eyes hit by the sun's rays streaming through the window of your messy bedroom.

As you got out of bed, you suddenly remembered that the night before you had fallen asleep after reading the first sentence written in the notebook that you had found in your bag and that most likely belonged to Eddie.

You found it at the foot of the bed and picked it up, making sure the picture of the unknown woman was still inside it and put it inside the backpack you were going to take to school without really knowing what to do with it.

You grabbed the first pair of ripped jeans you found in the corner and put them on with a random shirt before leaving your room. To do that you stepped over an old art project and a mannequin foot left on the floor, and you mentally promised yourself that if you ever moved again in your life you wouldn't take all that stuff with you. You hoped that you would soon find the will to sort out your things.

“Aren't you having breakfast?” Your aunt asked when she saw you ready to leave the house.

“No, I'm already late. And I promised Eddie we'd meet in the parking lot in front of school.”

“Oh, alright.” She commented with her usual smirk when you talked about Eddie.

“I told you not to look at me with that face!” You yelled at her with a laugh as you left the house.

You crossed the garden and got into your car. “Hey, Casper.” You spoke to the skeleton sitting in the passenger seat as you started driving towards school.

“If you were in my place what would you do, hm?” You asked the inanimate object, “I know that keeping the notebook is not the right choice: it doesn't belong to me. But what can I tell him “hey, I found a notebook where you wrote a lot of personal facts about yourself but don't worry, I know it sounds incredible but I haven't even opened it. I just know it's most likely yours."

You sighed. "It's ridiculous. If I give it back he'll think I read it anyway, won't he? So I can read it anyway, right?"

The only response you got was the sound of bones rattling and hitting each other when you drove over one of the bumps in the road.

You knew they said that curiosity killed the cat but you couldn't help but think that you wanted to read everything written in that notebook.

You parked your car in the first free space you found in front of the school, some students looked at your car with a mixture of surprise and concern, and to your big surprise, you saw Eddie with his arms crossed and his back against what must have been his van talking to Dustin, the boy you had met the previous morning.

Did everyone in that town know each other or was it a coincidence?

Whatever they were chatting about didn't really matter because when you reached them they stopped talking, Eddie looked up and when his eyes met yours, he had a smile on his lips. "Hey stranger." He greeted you.

You wondered if he had that reaction with everyone or if it was something he reserved only for you but you doubted the first option was the right answer, and just thinking about that made you smile the same way.

"Hey."

“Wait, you guys already know each other?” Dustin asked, moving his gaze between you and Eddie.

“Well, I called her a stranger, of course not.” Eddie joked and you rolled your eyes. He was wearing an Iron Maiden t-shirt and the same denim vest as the previous day.

"Yeah, something like that." You said to the kid, "and he promised me a tour of the school. I hope he hasn't forgotten already."

“Oh, how could I?” He brought a hand to his chest pretending that your supposition hurt him, "I have an honor to respect. I made a promise to a fair lady and i need to respect it."

You chuckled. "Then lead the way."

You said a quick "bye" to Dustin before Eddie walked off towards school and you followed him until he suddenly stopped.

"But first I really have to ask you something."

For a moment you thought it was about the notebook, your mouth went dry in a few seconds.

“Where the hell did you find that thing?” He pointed to the skeleton sitting in your car a few feet away from you.

You burst out laughing both for the relief that his question didn't involve his lost item and for the funny way he asked you the question.

"Well, it was my last day of school and I was in my old biology class..."

During the tour, you realized that the jogs must not have liked Eddie very much and the feeling was definitely mutual. The first time a boy in a green and white jacket, identical to the one worn by the guy who tried to steal Dustin's hat, had shouldered Eddie while you were walking down the halls you thought it was an accident. The second time must have been a coincidence. The third time you understood that they were doing it on purpose.

"Don't worry about them, they try to act tough but they're all assholes who like to annoy people like me." You stopped in front of English class, the first one of your day, a sign that the tour was over. From the way he spoke, it almost seemed like he was trying to reassure you even if you didn't need it.

"Like you?"

"Yeah, the freaks."

You tilted your head to the side, studying his expression and trying to figure out if he was serious or joking. "You are not a freak."

"Well, you might be surprised by the rumors going around Hawkings about me." His brown eyes were kind, as always.

"What rumors?"

The bell rang and the students began to enter their respective classrooms.

"Oh, I think you'll find out soon. See you, okay?"

“O-Okay…” You mumbled before Eddie walked away and disappeared into the sea of ​​students.

You sighed, then walked into the classroom and sat at an empty desk at the back.

If he didn't want to talk about his secrets then you would find out on your own.

You opened your backpack and grabbed the little brown notebook.

You started reading as the teacher started talking about an old poem you didn't really care about.

I realized that I almost don't remember her anymore and that's the thing that scares me the most. I don't want to forget her.

She's been gone for years now, and I thought I had a grip on the memories, but they're starting to slip away now and I'm so fucking scared one day I won't remember her at all.

I used to hear her voice in my head, clear as day. Now, it's like tuning into a distant radio station with too much static. I find myself straining to remember the way she'd say my name or the casual "How was your day?" It's fucking frustrating, and it scares me that one day, even those snippets will be probably gone.

I don't wanna forget her.

At night, I close my eyes, trying to summon the feeling of being wrapped up in her arms. It's elusive, and I can't shake the feeling that I'm losing something fundamental. I miss that safe place and it's fucking embarassing.

I'm an adult now and I still miss my mom. Embarassing.

I catch glimpses of her in old photographs, frozen moments that I clutch onto desperately. But even those are starting to feel like stories I've heard rather than moments I've lived.

And it scares me. It scares me because it feels like losing her all over again.

You looked away from the notebook. You closed your eyes for a moment and inhaled air through your nose, the teacher's voice only a backdrop to your thoughts much louder than her words.

What you had read were private things, things you shouldn't have read and yet you couldn't help but continue to do so.

They were things he had probably never talked about to anyone if he felt the need to write them there, it was a vulnerable part of himself that he had decided to hide in that notebook and you were invading it.

The single page you had read had made you want to give the biggest hug to that boy who you had only known for a little more than a day and who was probably way sweeter than he wanted to let others see.

"Shit." You muttered to yourself for the second time that day.

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Okay I'm already losing interest in this series sorry lol if you won't seen an update in years you know why

[eddiesghxst]

Meeting Eddie years after you’ve both graduated highschool and everything he’s was picked on or bullied for being nerdy about is so hot and attractive and arousing to you and he’s like this girl is actually an alien why didn’t I meet sooner 😩🙌🏽

ugh you’re in the same college psych class and on the first day you sit near the back and eddie’s rushing in a little late so he just takes the closest seat to the door which happens to be right next to you.

your professor makes the class do icebreakers and well it’s safe to say that eddie is one weird fucking guy but holy shit something just does it for you

it starts with tiny shit, like you saying “i like your ring, where’d you get it?” and it’s a pentagram ring and eddie’s like um…that’s new, never had a chick like that one, but okay.

and then it progresses as time goes on: “cool ink, ive always liked bats, they’re just adorable!” and “i like your nail color. you should do a deep red next, it would look good on you.” and “i like your hair today, eddie, it’s cute.”

cute?! nobody’s ever called eddie fucking cute. he thinks about it all day, and somewhere along the lines eddie’s mind twists it to where you basically just said he was cute, not just his hair. whatever, same thing.

and then the touches come. laughing at his shitty jokes and placing a hand on his bicep. gently tapping his thigh to get his attention to ask a question about to upcoming paper. gently squeezing his arm as you smile and wave with that fucking adorable, “see you on monday!”

what the fuck?

nobody’s ever been this way with eddie and he thinks you might be a figment of his imagination when you ask him about all his nerdy shit like, “how’d your dnd campaign go last night?” because god, you really remembered that? even after eddie practically rambled about it for decades, he’d assumed you were just being nice.

and then you ask eddie if he’d like to study together sometime, and now you two spend every tuesday at the library in the private study rooms, and you hardly ever get any work done because you and eddie just talk the entire time but you both love it.

and eddie wishes your “study sessions” weren’t just once a week but he’s like 99.9% sure you’re just doing this out of the kindness of your heart, so he’ll be damned before he asks to hang out more and make you suffer through more of his insanely intricate and confusing theories about lord of the rings, or the thousands of ideas he has for a dnd campaign, or how excited he is for the new iron maiden album.

but then one day you’re both walking to your cars after class and you turn to eddie to ask, “do you maybe wanna go out sometime? like watch a movie or eat or something— like…. like a date?” and eddie just looks at you like there’s no fucking way this gorgeous human being is asking me out on a date right now.

he takes a moment to respond, “…why?”

“why… do i want to go on a date with you?”

“i—…. yeah, like… why?”

“oh. well, because i like you, obviously.”

and well, eddie thinks you’re the weirdest person he’s ever fucking met, but you’re cute and you make him laugh so he’d be a fool to ever say no to a date with you.

[aspartame-parent]

Random X-Men Headcanons!

Me and my friend have compiled a lot of headcanons for the X-Men (mainly formulated from jokes) so I wanted to put some here! A few of these are headcanons, most are jokes lol

Kurt listens to really peppy music when he's upset, the main one being the Beach Boys. Just imagine him, poor little German boy, singing Surfin' USA tiredly, trying to turn his mood around.

Erik listens to girly pop music, mainly Katy Perry and Ke$ha. Why? Because it's funny. Let him be girly pop.

Scott tells a lot of jokes but he's deadpan so people can never really tell. Like sometimes he'll just say some insane shit, plain faced, and see how the others react.

Dancing headcanons! Remy is a very good dancer, being particularly prolific in swing dancing. Logan somewhat refuses to dance, but he can line dance. Morph doesn't know how to dance, but they act like they can, dancing like a drunk white girl. Scott and Jean like to dance in private, but Scott gets nervous to dance in front of others. Ororo can bust that shit down.

Scott tries not to laugh when he, or someone else, is doing a bit. Like he tries not to break as he jokes along, to the point where he has to stop talking to not smile, biting inside of his mouth.

Furthermore! He also has a loud laugh, and people get a little caught off guard when they hear it. Me and my friend have described his laugh as a goose honk sound.

Kurt gaslights for fun, and he can get everybody pretty good, except Scott and Jean. You may think "oh because Jean's a telepath, right?" No, because--

Scott and Jean gaslight each other for fun, and they formulate these fake, big arguments, just as a bit. So, they're very familiar with gaslighting tactics, being they lie to each other as a joke, so when Kurt tries to, they immediately meet him-- A little too well, because Kurt is used to just messing with people.

Scott will occasionally freak people out by lowering his glasses (keeping his eyes closed of course). Like someone says "Hey, take a look at that." and he'll lower his glasses and go "Where?!" as a joke.

Everyone loves Kurt. Like, everyone. If Kurt doesn't like someone, everyone has a distaste for them as well.

Jean refers to her own psychic abilities as her "Jedi Mind Tricks"

This one isn't really a headcanon, just a running gag me and my friend do, but something bad will happen, or something inconvenient, and Remy will go "Don't worry.", insistently. Like a loud explosion can go off, and Remy will just say "Don't Worry." Occasionally this will be lengthened to "Don't what? Worry!"

We don't call Leech by his name. We call him Gneep Gnorp. That's it.

Kurt and Remy are super close (as pseudo brother in laws) and they hang out a lot, also doing that guy thing where they flirt with each other as a joke.

No one likes Emma. That's it.

Scott is autistic.

Warren is well manicured. He always has his hair just as he likes it, his wings always preened, his clothes always ironed. He'll a snazzy lookin' fella.

Rogue is a great singer. This barely a headcanon, her voice actress literally put out a song "Mojo Man (Ode to Remy LeBeau)", go listen to it.

Kurt's very coy and playful. Like, "Staaahhppp, hehe!" He also laughs at his own jokes all the time, like he cracks himself up.

Music headcanons! Here's just a few of the ones we made-- Scott likes dad rock obviously, mainly soft rock and folk rock (The Beatles, Hall & Oates, The Beach Boys, CSNY), Logan likes harder rock (Metallica, Alice Cooper, Motley Crue, Iron Maiden), Morph likes new wave and glam rock (Oingo Boingo, David Bowie, Talking Heads, Tears For Fears), Remy likes a fun mix of jazz, country, and soul, with a little rock sprinkled in (Johnny Cash, Ray Charles, Billie Holiday, Queen), Jubilee likes a lot of pop, pop-rock, that sorta thing (Cyndi Lauper, Madonna, ABBA, Wham!)

Kurt has a lil hyperfixation on pirates and ships-- this is kinda canon in the comics. But he loves talking about pirate history and ships and misconceptions.

I'm sure there's a bunch of ones I can't remember but there ya go lol

thanks to @the-death-defying-night-crawler for being funny and making these with me lol

[blueberrypancakesworld]

hellooooo!! may i request a poly! mayhem/black circle (dead is alive) x fem reader who is a mix of black metal/gothic but sweet and bit of a bimbo?? like all of them are hungover from a black circle party and she makes them breakfast and takes care of them and everything??? 🤍🩷

A shiny and sweet morning

warning : fluff, kissing, comfort

Info : Helllloooo dear anon of course you can request such a thing I hope you like this fluffy sweety thing and everyone have fun reading ;)

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Disclaimer : I don't want to glorify anything, it's about the actrs who play a role, not the real events

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In Norway the mornings in winter were cold and foggy, in spring the sun hung behind the clouds and only in summer the morning was surprisingly bright and pleasantly warm.

A warmth from the sun's rays that came into the young woman's room, the chirping of birds and nature through her roommate's open, demolished window.

Slowly opening her eyes, she wiped the sleep from her eyes as she looked at the clock. ,,Well, let's make the boys something to eat," she mumbled and got out of bed.

She knew it was morning, knew that the boys had all been partying late into the night in the music store and had then found their way back here more badly than right. The smell of beer and grass, of smoke and fire hung in the house, but that would soon change.

The longer black fingernails with the slight silver glitter reached into her closet and picked out a dress, the puffy white underdress with frills was rounded off by the black, thinner outer dress and a belt with small bows.

Sitting back on the bed, she gently and carefully pulled up the white knee-high socks so as not to damage the thin material and tied her hair up in a bow, which was a little wild from sleep.

The sweet young woman, preoccupied in the darkness, walked out of her room and peeked into the hallway, seeing that most of the doors were closed or slightly open from not closing due to the drug and alcohol influence. ,,Like a bat" she mused with a grin as she saw Dead and Euronymous lying on the mattress and coffin with their heads propped up on the floor.

The two of them looked like two oversized bats because of the runny makeup but the picture was cute and she wanted to grin and make a mental note that she had to take a picture of it next time.

That as she walked on and the bunch of Faust, Occoltus and Varg had thrown themselves together on the beanbag, the youngest of the three had the odd disturbing thought and a hand to horrofilem them both with one hand in his arms she held tightly even in her sleep.

,,The iron maiden and her captives," she murmured jokingly and continued down the corridor, almost running over the two of them.

Hellhammer and Necrobutcher leaning against each other, ,,Two mad bears with a hangover," she joked, shaking her head lightly as she tried to escape the crack of the wood from the stairs and quickly made her way to the kitchen.

She was thankful to all her lovers that they were all fiddling in the music store and not here in the house she took care of besides her job as a reporter because she brought the good news to the "hip youngsters" as her boss always called it by giving news and updates on the band once a week and writing an article.

Which was sometimes a bit of a challenge, considering her fingernails and the way her breasts pressed against the keldi. But as it was now, she was coping with everything.

The little light in the kitchen was slightly amplified by the lamp, so she turned on the stove and took the things from the fridge.

,,Goodness gracious, we're almost out of everything," she muttered and took out the remaining eggs, a few slices of ham and sausage as well as fruit and salad.

She put what she wanted to cut up on a board and started cutting away the already moldy part while listening to the latest song from her band playing on the cassette.

Humming along, she swung through the kitchen as best she could, taking care of the scrambled eggs, the salad, the meat and the few cereals with milk.

She set out the plates and cutlery and decided to stop the coffee and not give the men any beer for the time being.

She didn't want another mess. Minutes passed and it had taken her about half an hour to do everything here.

A glance at the clock told her it was time to wake the boys. Pulling the small pocket mirror out of her clothes pocket, she pulled the shimmering, strawberry-scented lip gloss over her lips before she was ready to wake her pack.

Humming happily, she opened the windows in one room after the other, letting in fresh air and the house slowly began to smell of nature and coffee, of something tart that wasn't beer and dorgen.

,,Wake up, gentlemen of hell!" She shouted through the corridors as she knocked on Euronymous and Dead's door, brushing a few tangled strands of hair out of their faces, and the black-haired man's ,,Mhhh too soon" was met with a gentle kiss, causing him to rise slowly.

,,Thank you sweetie," the band founder murmured, letting his gaze wander over her and smiling slightly as he made his way downstairs.

She heard him on his way down, but the three of them fell over Hellhammer and Necrobutcher as they went crashing down the stairs and the sound of cursing filled the house. ,,Day?" she heard the soft voice of the blond who was suddenly standing behind her, his make-up still smudged.

,,Yes, Day... my little zombie," she said and briefly took his hand before she started to pull him behind her to get him to eat, which he didn't do very well anyway.

While the five of them were eating and she had given Hellhammer and Necrobutcher a cold pack, she went back upstairs to hell the last three.

,,Fresh coffee," she murmured and held out a cup to the three sitting on the beanbag, which slowly worked wonders.

Varg took the cup with just coffee, Faust the one with two sugars and Occultus the cup with more milk than coffee.

,,Thank you, darling," the three of them trilled and gave her a quick hug before they all gathered downstairs and the large group squeezed around the table.

She had a cheerful smile on her lips when she saw that the boys were enjoying their meal despite the headache they had all taken a pill for.

,,That's great," she heard from Occoltus, who scooped another heap of egg onto his plate, and a ,,You're the best mommy," from Hellhammer, who winked at her, knowing full well what he was alluding to.

But they all knew what the brown-haired one was getting at, but it didn't bother anyone, she was there for each of her sweeties and always would be. ,,Always happy for my little devils," she replied and sat down at the table before taking her first well-earned sip of coffee.

She was happy when she saw the many relieved faces and received her rewarding kisses.

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[ilovefoodandslasherswithmasks]

So I decided on a first fan fiction idea, what's it gonna be? Angst, of course. Pure angst. Why? I found the perfect inspiration Song,

I know it's over, by the smiths. My first thought was like omg. So prepare to suffer in this first Fan Fiction. The time line of the song and stuff doesn't match but imagine it does. It's a Eddie Munson x reader angst (maahahahah) I'm so mean. But this is also how I cope with a comfort character loss.

You were the dream I woke up from way to soon.

It's been the summer of 1983 when you meet Eddie, he was, well, special?

He had weird habits like chewing his hair on occasion when he's nervous, you found it endearing.

Eddie didn't care about fitting the mold, he didn't care about the Monster of Hawkins High on his heel.

You two meet in the most stupid way possible, you used to stay under the radar for your own good, but one class he decided to crack the most dark and kind of disrespectful joke you've heard in a while. And your humor, made you snort and got you both expelled for 3 days.

You both were sent to the principals office, you hanging your head feeling slightly ashamed, especially cause this was a first time thing, you never got expelled before. While he, took it rather casually and kept rambling all the way to the office. When the both of you sat infront of the principal, he sassed around making you snort and giggle, which caused the expelling in the first place. You would've just gotten detention but well what can I say.

When the principal send you away to go home ASAP, Eddie just followed you to your locker, much to your confusion.

"Why are you following me?"

"Oh just thought I haven't seen you here before so I'm trying to jog my memory, are you new?" He asked. Gosh it kinda hurt.

"No actually I've been here for almost two years now. Uh just you know stayed under the radar." You said awkwardly, at least you actually stayed under the radar?

"Oh..well damn, if I knew a pretty girl with dark humor went to this school sooner, I would've made you laugh a long time ago"

'God, is he flirting right now??' That's all that went through your mind.

Days went by, Eddie always around you, those 3 days of being expelled and him suggesting to hang out since you both got in trouble together so 'it's only right to be expelled together too' really did wonders.

You went to his trailer the second day of being expelled, you both got a bit high and had some real deep talks, no idea why but a lot was laid open (lmao), the both of you grew close over such a short time.

Those days became weeks, then months, and eventually it was the year 1984.

His year, like he said. He got to know this girl called Paige (yall she's from the book flight of icarus, check it out it's actually so good) you started to lose one another slowly, you wouldn't say you're jealous, but you were disappointed when suddenly the deep feelings you shared started feeling one sided.

So the both of you grew apart, days turned to months again. Till she left, which, not to sound rude, you were so happy about. But Eddie was still not around like he used to be, yeah he glanced at you whenever you were around. He did that while Paige was around as well, but he never approached you, and it hurt.

So since he was a coward, seeing him at one of the frat parties wasn't the usual sight.

He was dressed the same but so different, he wore a iron maiden tank top (which he sloppily cut the sleeves off) and dark blue jeans and his usual sneakers and bracelets etc.

He had pulled his hair together and fuck, he never looked better.

You got a bit tipsy which made you a bit to confident so you went to him.

"Well Munson, we need to fuckung talk!"

"Oh hi uh sure what about?" He asked fumbling with his rings.

"Not here,come on" you grumbled pulling him out of the house to the small backyard where a few teens laid passed out on the grass and the slide (don't drink yall).

Huffing you sat on the stairs as he hesitated before sitting down too.

Just silent he waited for you to speak. Minutes went by and you felt the rage and sadness of him dropping you starting to resurface.

"Fuck what were you thinking!? Heck we got along so well, then that Paige girl shows up, she's all you talk about for days then suddenly you don't talk to me at all anymore. Following her like some dog while I was drowing in the feelings I have for you and feeling the feelings you had for me vanish so fast!" You practically scold him as you gathered up the courage and blurt it out, tears slipping a little as you stand up with an annoyed groan.

"I thought you liked me, like some idiot!"

Just silent, he just stared at you.

You waited and waited and snapped.

"Fuck,will you say something!? It wasn't difficult for you to yap to her!"

You were slowly losing it, you felt betrayed all over again,he couldn't even spare you a simple response or rejection.

He slowly started.

"What do you mean with feelings you have? And feelings I had?"

"Oh please, don't play dumb, the fact we always flirted, or the amount of times I caught you tempted to kiss me! God Eddie, please tell me it wasn't all in my head!?"

He just stared at his hands playing with his rings, thinking of what to say.

"Oh damn it...you know what forget it!" You mumble hurt and annoyed, you just confessed to get nothing in return. Stupid. So you walk back up the stairs, past him, back into the house, past all the party goers and walked the miles back home. Your feet aching already but you didn't care, you felt so much you just wanted to get it out of your mind, and let your poor heart rest.

It's taken days of you ignoring Eddie in school, as he practically ran after you like a puppy whenever he got the chance. You grew tired of it, it felt like being mocked for some reason. You saw yourself, trying so hard for his attention when Paige showed up, you didn't blame her, she was gorgeous, you probably would've done the same if you were in Eddie's shoes. But knowing that you ran after him in school during those days and he always hit you with the "Sorry I got plans" or "ah damn um I can't come after all Paige told me she was free today" etc.

But he still managed to grab you to the side after school, you walked past the football field where he sold behind the small tree line. He took the opportunity to pull you away.

"Please, will you please hear me out!?"

"Hear you out? What do you want me to listen to? You swooning some more over Paige? No big pass"

"No! God will you stop!? I'm sorry okay! I was so naive she told me she could help make me and the band famous. I really thought I could do it. I completely neglected you and I see that now, and I wish I didn't. You're so damn important to me. Please believe me." He rambled, holding your wrists, like he was scared you'd walk away if he didn't. Like you've done for days.

"I confessed to you Eddie, you didn't even say anything when I did. You just stayed silent and I deserve better. So fuck, I don't care what you have to say now, the ship sailed a long time ago and you missed the chance!"

"God Sweetness please don't say that"

You could feel your heart clench at the nickname he had given you a few weeks after you two officially meet. It has been so long since the last time you heard him say it.

"Don't call me that! We're not close like that anymore. You obviously don't want me the way I want you so just drop it."

You already freed you hands about to walk away when he rambled it out.

"I WANT YOU, fuck I wanted you since the day you sat down next to me in that class, and I finally got the guts to talk to you when you laughed at my joke. When we got expelled. Damn, I- I don't know what I thought I was doing when I pushed you away, I didn't mean to...but I want you, fuck, the amount of times I wanted to go to you and tell you about what I manged to get done and knew I couldn't because it would be so out of no where you'd probably feel worse about it..if I came to you to talk about Paige..so I didn't...I'm so sorry Sweetness, believe me"

You just shook as the cold autumn air hit you.

You turn around to look at him.

"That's so not fair!" Taking a shaky breath you continue,

"It's so not fair for you to say all this after I waited for you to return to your old self! I waited like a fool all day all night hoping you'd show up on my doorstep, like you always did, randomly at the worst time possible! You don't get to say all this after you hurt me!"

He just pulled you into a hug as you cried, so exhausted and confused about what you were supposed to do next. Damn you forgot how good of a hugger he was.

(Anyways time skip, I'm feeling lazy and this is taking long)

After the heart felt exchange he finally asked you out, took him a few days to gather the courage but he did anyways. You said yes, obviously, you didn't wait like a abonded pet for nothing!

It was great, he took you on dates, you stayed at his trailer when Wayne wasn't home, cuddled up watching a movie, or jumping around to some of his music blasting in his room, or just made out like those other lovelost couples.

It was great, till the whole thing with Chrissy happened,you were so scared for him, you went around town day in day out, looking for him. No idea where he was. Frightened about the mob of angry people looking for him.

You didn't find him at all, you saw Nancy by his trailer talking to Wayne, but you shrugged it off. You talked to Wayne and he soothed you when you panicked about him just having vanished,he didn't even come find you. Which you understood people would look for him at your place first. You had to throw some out after they burst in as you opened the door even just an inch.

It was madness.

You went days in fear and worry, till the earthquake..

No Eddie, everyone but not him, no body, not a trace of him.

Just gone, like a dream you had. Like it was never real.

You couldn't stand the funeral, only few people attended. I mean King Steve? You weren't surprised about Dustin and The other hellfire members, but Robin, Steve, Nancy and who else. They didn't know Eddie?

They didn't know him.

Why were they there? Just out of pity?

You didn't have a clue, but you hung on to the hope Eddie was fine, no Body no case. Right?

It had been weeks since the memorial like funeral, you went to his spot everyday,cleaned the grave stone from the hateful messages. Placed new flowers after the old ones where stomped on.

It took weeks till the others decided to tell you what happened, the guilt of you being so painfully unaware getting the best of them.

Steve told you while the others stood silent, you only rembered breaking down, the last hope you had shattered like the cup Eddie always made you tea in.

You knew it was over, the empty Cold bed, wasn't just temporary.

Another night on your own, more coming.

All gone no way it would return to you.

"But we had so many plans!!! We never got to go to a concert!" You cried out the lost moments of the future like it would suddenly change this all.

But no, you were so harshly woken up from this dream.

The hopeless trying to fall back asleep didn't work, like it never did.

He was gone, and so was the dream.

(Yall istg the ending was rushed af, I promise this isn't it, I probably will write another chapter, if yall want me to. Anyhowww! It's almost October!! Ahh I love spooky season.) Also the song is so good, I legit can't stop seeing him in it 😔 I wish he didn't get taken out of stranger things. He could've been a major character for longer. I cry everytime I rematch.

[slavghoul]

Big news for Ghost this week, with the release of their brand new EP of covers, Phantomime, this Friday May 19th, and two days later, the launch of an eight-date French tour. Frontman Tobias Forge tells us more about the creation of this record, as well as his future projects and the few unforeseen events that have come his way...

I guess you must be very busy with the promotion of Ghost these last few days here in Paris, but have you planned any time for yourself, like a vinyl shopping session for example?

Yes, I have, but it's really just a hobby for me: whenever I go somewhere I go to record shops, it's kind of my own relaxation. As far as promotion goes, these few days are indeed quite productive with a busy schedule, but it's actually quite nice to sit here, watching what's going on around me, at least it's more pleasant than doing a day of interviews locked up in four walls. I'm more of a stimulus kind of person, so when I have a phone call with someone I play Playstation at the same time, so I can concentrate on something while I'm talking. My whole life has always been a bit like that, listening to a record at home with the TV on.

You're releasing an EP of five covers on which you cover Television, The Stranglers, Genesis, Iron Maiden and even Tina Turner. How do you choose the songs for the covers on your EPs? Are they songs that meant a lot to you, that you listened to a lot when you were young, or are you looking for lyrics or a theme corresponding to the Ghost universe with references to religion for example?

It's a little bit of all of that at the same time! But the main criterion, what counts the most for me, is really the lyrics. From the rhymes used to the existential, philosophical or biblical themes. Of course, we could have fun covering "Disco Inferno" and try to put our own spin on it, but I think we need to be able to add a little something to it. I actually like to take songs that are written in a different way to my own, so I'm always trying to find songs that I couldn't have written myself. If I opened a restaurant tomorrow, I would have to find different dishes to enrich and diversify my menu. It's also a way for me to learn, to experiment. Besides, the exercise of reworking is always interesting, and sometimes it works, other times it doesn't.

Does this mean that you have considered other covers than these five titles?

Yes, I did. And the covers that didn't work just don't appear on this record! My original idea was to do a whole album of covers. And I had to take half of the songs off, because five of them didn't really fit with what we wanted to do with them, or they didn't sound like they were finished.

For example, I recorded a Rush track, but I felt I wasn't adding anything to the song. Not to say that other bands are flawed, but I just think that Rush's music is too perfect. There is nothing to improve, nothing to emphasize or accentuate, no nuance to add this or that contrast to. I felt like I was playing Rush just like a lot of teenage boys do, and nothing more. I'm not implying that girls don't like Rush, of course, but you know, there's that old joke that Rush is a teenage boys band. In any case, I felt that my version was going to be a bit too redundant to the original song.

Then there were other songs that made it to the quarter finals, if I may say so [laughs], that we dropped because there was too much to improve on, or the overall quality was not good. I can have a really good idea on paper, and then listen to the piece and think it doesn't work very well, or it's not entertaining enough.

How did the recording of the EP go?

The demos of all these covers were made at the same time as the recording of Impera. The producer of the album told us that he didn't want to deal with covers. That's fine, and it's true that it doesn't pay to do covers. We had just come out of the Impera recording session and we were exhausted. It was very hard, after all it's often said that the fifth album is particularly difficult. We had quite a lot of ambitions for this record, it took a lot of time and energy, and when it was finished, my engineer Martin and I went back to the studio, with the idea of recording another album.

But once we'd recorded those demos, I realised that there were some things that weren't quite right and that we had to take out. We kept those five songs. Five rock songs, full stop. Keeping things simple, easy, and even for the recording: it was good to remember that not everything is as difficult as the album we just finished. This EP is ultimately something spontaneous, simple, and having the demos already made it easier for us. Anyway, I had a lot of fun making it, from the recording to the mix, the atmosphere was quite happy.

You can feel this on the EP, this lightness and a feeling of fluidity. Without it being too basic, because there is a serious work on the arrangements and the atmospheres, which sound very Ghost by the way.

I'm glad to hear that, because that's exactly what I was looking for: to convey that lightness without the final product sounding half-baked, if I can say that! What I mean is that when you go into the studio for an album, you're 110%, whereas for an EP, with only covers, it's normal to be 100%. But I didn't want the difference to be felt between the two, like between the first Star Wars and the 1978 Star Wars Christmas Special! [Laughs]

It's been a year to the day since the Impera album was released. How do you look back on this fifth album, which marked a turning point in Ghost's rise?

In a way I feel relief, because this album has fulfilled its mission, the one it was supposed to fulfill. I don't want to fool the fans into thinking that it's all about magic and believing in it and so on. You have to be pragmatic and think about the results you got with the album. Of course, with every new album you are convinced that it is the best, but after the release you have to see what it does on stage. It's only by seeing how well that performance worked that you can tell if that album is good or not, in the end. Today, one year after the release, I can say that Impera holds up well. What has distorted our perception a little bit is what happened on the side.

You mean what happened with "Mary On A Cross", a track released on a 2-track EP in 2019 but which went viral last year on TikTok?

Yeah, when it came out, it kind of messed up our album cycle. It wasn't a problem per se, but it's just that we didn't plan for it at all, it kind of got in the way. And the label panicked and said "What are we going to do?!" I told them we weren't going to do anything. It was already out of our control, already naturally present on TikTok, what could we do? As we didn't want to damage the Impera promo, but we didn't want to lose the song "Mary On A Cross" either, we did the bare minimum, but our priority was really to get back to what we wanted to do as soon as possible at that point, which was to focus on our Impera. And then, from a pragmatic and slightly cynical point of view, we didn't want our historical fans to think that we were going to stop everything to please these newcomers who discovered the band via TikTok.

As far as Impera is concerned, I only realised today that it was an anniversary. Looking back, I can see that the cycle that started with this album, from its release to the tours, has been one of the most important in the history of Ghost, and that's really great. Now we're preparing for the next tour, which will start at your place [the Re-Imperatour kicks off this Sunday, May 21st in Rouen], and there are future projects that we're trying to work on. It's been a year since the record came out, but really it's been two years since the recording, and now it's time to move on to the next thing... things will start moving in the autumn, I hope.

Are you talking about the sixth Ghost album?

Yes, that famous sixth album, as difficult to make as the fifth! I've already started working on it, and after the tours this year it will be time to go into the studio for that.

So for me, the goal is to manage all these things at the same time without losing sight of these goals and next steps. So of course I'm happy that there are lots of new fans coming through TikTok. And I also welcome those who don't like the TikTok track but discover the rest of our discography and join us. But the most important thing is really to stay on our trajectory, and not to stray from the path we've set for ourselves. We have to make sure that we don't forget our mission, just because someone says they like fucking gnocchi better when we serve sushi. [Laughs]

What you're saying here is a bit like what you were telling us earlier, when you were talking about your care in planning things and having a vision for the band.

Exactly, it's very important for me. Being an artist is not just about aesthetics, it's about many other things. I've always been interested in the holistic approach, in this more global vision of things. To use the image of the restaurant business that I used earlier: I like to cook, but I also like books, people, interior design. In fact it's a collection of many things, and they're all important, almost in equal measure. Some rock or pop artists, or even actors, have been able to break through almost by accident, but that's not usually how it works. You have to work a lot, but above all you have to make a lot of decisions yourself, otherwise others will make them for you, and it will be done in an unthinking way, without a long term vision. It's impossible for me, as a control freak, to consider that! [Laughs]

[jellogram]

The film industry is overdue for what I'm calling the Nirvana Effect.

By the late 1980s, rock music had basically ran to its natural conclusion. Hair metal had gone from rebellious and showstopping and new to boring and repetitive. Studios kept introducing more ridiculous bands that tried to prove they were badder and cooler but ended up creating nothing of substance, because they didn't give a shit about the music. Forgettable, brainless songs pushed out solely to capitalize on the profits generated by prior successful bands like Van Halen and Iron Maiden, who were the actual trailblazers.

Rock had become a joke. A dead horse that was barely spitting out any more money, but still being kicked.

And then Nirvana. No big hair. No colorful leather outfits. No promo photos with vaseline on the camera lens. No overproduced synthesizer pop rock. Everything was pared down and raw. You know, like people were doing before the studios started mass producing this rock n roll shit.

And they were HUGE. Because people were so fucking sick of having the same soulless slop poured down their throats by people who were only producing it for the money. Rock fans missed art and Nirvana was a breath of fresh air.

Obviously this is a huge oversimplification but it gives me hope. I don't think cinema is dead, I don't even think major studio blockbusters are dead, I think it's just 1988 and we're waiting for a Nirvana to come show these execs that the people want actual human-driven art again.

[river-taxbird]

Moomins is such a pre-ironic piece of media. It does things with characterization that I don't see much in modern stuff, because if you did them you'd usually be self aware or subversive about it now that irony is popular. Moomintroll is a total mama's boy and has a stable and very affectionate relationship with Snork Maiden, it's never a joke and his masculinity is never called into question over it. How many modern things would just play those traits off as a joke?

He's also kinda misogynistic. It's a consistent trait that Moomintroll has in both the books and the 90s series, and he's consistently proven wrong. Of course I'm sure that's how nearly all boys were in the 40s in European cultures, and it's likewise not played off as a joke. I feel this would be an extremely unusual mix of character traits to have (and not be the butt of the joke) in modern, post-ironic cartoon that is rooted in modern culture and has to point and laugh at itself. I think the main reason I'm enjoying the moomins so much is it comes from a genuinely weird and very sincere place.

[elektrischemaidchen]

Lisztober #9: Blind Grief

“Hey, good news, Drosselmeyer has made an 11 minute long weird ballad about Liszt.”

“Oh, COME ON!”

@franzliszt-official : We have TWO songs for you today.

One, from a noble spirit with a sense of beauty, the other is a roast, written by a Maiden without a heart, frivolous and wicked. There's a nice German expression, decribing the latter: What does it matter to the proud oak tree if the bristling cattle rub against it? ;)  I laughed my ass off anyway. For real. Chapeau.

Here we go: A Liszt-(Aleksey Konstantinovich, not Leo) Tolstoy-Ballad! (No translation, this time. Really, that’s too difficult for me and would destroy the beautiful spirit of it. I didn’t find an English translation either, but here’s a link to the whole poem, maybe you will be able to translate the site via Google)

See, even tumblr itself hates it:

If there's one unwritten rule in the Maidchen Fight Club, it's: no song without a twist or a joke. I've already broken this credo 4 times this week alone, mea culpa, I accept my punishment ;)

Enjoy this lovely pasquil, a nasty tribute to our single „Zeitmaschine“:

(So baby, take a time machine now and fly away for a month / You cheeky little bee Stay in the past / until Franz finally crowns you with a laurel wreath She bangs Franz Liszt, Oh yes Oh yes But he doesn’t  hear her plea She bangs Franz Liszt, oh yes We know You have studied/ now give it a rest otherwise our listeners will be all gone in a flash We have to save our honor now And jet to the next destination... Which is not Franz Liszt, oh no oh no Not even as a young gentleman Nor from eighteen-thirty or how old he would have gotten

Franz looks at her and says Praise to my listeners! Leave me here with thanks and we'll leave very quickly She bangs Franz Liszt! And I also greet those who have not heard my song. May only salvation befall them! Long may the prince reign happy and honored! May the people be granted a carefree life And peace to the noble boyars!” [I don't even know what boyars are, Bro])

And now for my defense of the “most boring piece of Maidchen history ever written”, with the “ROFL speech filter” that you “hoped someone would get to the point at minute 5 and would just take pity on the guy and slap him, but then the bullshit went on for another 6 minutes” and whose “last verse is so ironically abt that you could have put it at the very beginning”:

1 The text is not mine, it's Count Tolstoy's. Liszt himself set it to music autobiographically in 1875. And hardly anyone knows it. A pity. This time the song is not based on his notes. More on that below. You can skip it ;)

2 There is no poem that could appeal more to musicians. Because the blind singer is also you, my friend. At least sometimes. Not even our friends and fellow musicians hear this, so why should boyars?

3 I find the poem heartbreaking-beautiful and so sad that I actually shed a tear. I'm a sentimental bitch. Go ahead and laugh!

4 Any shortening would have ruined the story. Especially if it had been cut down to “two verses”. Philistines.

5 The filter is really cringeworthy. Sorry. The time pressure, the time pressure.

6 As for the boyars: Google is your friend, „Bro“

Now to Liszt himself:

I originally wanted to write something about Daniel and Blandine. But that didn't really seem appropriate.

When Franz set “The Blind Singer” by Count Tolstoy to music, he probably didn't know that his eye condition would get worse and worse six years later. Oh, the irony. :( But the text must have spoken to him differently: It also reflects his entire musical life with such bitter sweetness that I was truly awestruck. He, the blind singer, originally called to entertain the nobles at dinner; he, who makes the most beautiful unearthly sounds, doesn't realize that no one is listening to him. And just carries on. Even when he finally realizes that nobody is around anymore, This.

It's a bit like in this place, you see ;)

[catboygirljoker]

i would like the luxucore songs

Allow me to offer Cop Car by mitski, startling from iron maiden, starlight by avantasia, sex on the ceiling, Arrow in the Wall, and I'm Your Treasure Box by marine/toby fox for other xigbar/luxu songs

the last one's a joke but also not really

A FEW SONGS FROM MY LUXUCORE PLAYLIST (non-comprehensive):

America, George Martin - "A Horse with No Name" only when i'm alone and separate from the world can i remember my identity and the world that's been swept away

Depeche Mode - "Personal Jesus" i am a religious figure and i will make myself very useful to you, just gimme a call whenever you need me /horny /not entirely good intentions [yes im aware depeche mode thinks this song is straightforwardly wholesome but. have you listened to it. theyre wrong]

100 gecs - "The Most Wanted Person in the United States" lmao i just killed that guy. everyone hates me and they kinda have good reason to. does it even matter. wooooooo!

Orville Peck - "No Glory in the West" fuck man you go through life and it sucks and its hard and you try to figure it all out and what do you get but dirt and sand

The Bravery - "The Spectator" "leave only footprints, take only memories" is a philosophy that can apply to existence, too

as for your songs:

COP CAR LUXU COMIC MY BELOVED. that ones already on the playlist <3 <3 <3 not sayin more about this bc the comic is sufficient to explain why this works for him lol

whatever the second track is on your list i dont think i was able to find it, sorry ;-; id be happy to give it a listen if you can clarify :]

"Starlight" REALLY works for me as a luxu song. i like thinking about why luxu would use space magic—since he clearly uses it before he's a Nobody, and i think you can just, study and use a kind of magic if you wanna—and i especially like thinking about him having an affinity for space that comes from being so isolated by his Whole Deal. many nights spent alone looking up at the stars, all those worlds, wishing for some guidance on this path hes been made to walk....

...im gonna go ahead and say "Sex on the Ceiling" is self-explanatory. yeah he can just do that. literally and metaphorically. really enjoying the vocals on this one, very sexy song. this one is also going on the luxucore playlist tee hee

"An Arrow in the Wall" i definitely understand on vibes. the song feels like theres Something Coming, a reckoning, apocalypse perhaps. with luxu, like, hes been around for a Really Long Time, anticipating the return of his master, and is finally about to see that come to fruition. but thats not a good thing. whatever's in that box, the direct parallels to pandora's box, luxu's shocked and horrified reaction to learning what's inside...none of that can mean good things! much too think about. i like this one, i like this kind of moody electronic indie stuff

id totally forgotten about "I'm Your Treasure Box" thank you for reminding me of it again lmao. toby fox is such a good producer. is this a joke about the eyepatch

[batcastlesociety]

may solace!!!!!!!!!!!!! new oc :3 well she isnt a NEW oc ive had her for quite some time but her old design SUCKED (haha vampire joke) but honestly it was shitty so i made her better

explanations under the cut!!

her full body design!! i came across this really cool song called "the iron maiden and the dreamy princess" (link here, be warned as the song is rather dark and its mv is pretty gory) and i took a bit of inspiration from the characters' clothing in the mv! this is a pretty rough draft; i just wanted to throw in themes of innocence and even daintiness with a bit of a hardened warrior vibe too??? idk.. i'm semi happy with how it turned out.

↑ (text reads: "why?" and then with a little shrug emoticon; ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.)

2. i forgot to draw may's bandage in the first doodle, so i included it here. her pose is something somewhat special to me, if you will, ahaha. i sometimes subconsciously make my characters pose that way for unknown reasons. i guess so i can just practice their outfits more??? i have no clue but it has become a habit. also ignore that unfinished doodle on the left. it was supposed to be richter but now it is merely an unfinished scribble of what could have been. i guess

↑ (text reads: "ok?")

3. this one. oh mein gott. akihiro does Not get along with may at all. in fact he doesn't get along with anybody. because everyone hates him. this really puts the l in black hahaha anyway.

↑ (text reads: "they argue a lot :(. lesbian vs homosexual conflict...")

4. is just a little bat i drew! i love bats!!!!!!!! 🦇❤️

[themculibrary]

Melina & Alexei Masterlist

american pie (ao3) - ashlearose13 G, 4k

Summary: Here's the thing about Natasha Romanoff: before she was theirs, she was her own.

Because It Came From You (ao3) - dallirious alexei/melina G, 4k

Summary: Fatherhood came easiest to Alexei when he was telling stories.

beneath the artist's loving hand (ao3) - wouldratherbe alexei/melina G, 970

Summary: It was everything she’d been taught to be. Everything she’d teach her girls to be.

or: Melina is learning.

Between Two Lungs (ao3) - thetbone alexei/melina T, 4k

Summary: "Melina learns to be air: silent, invisible, everywhere." (Or: Melina's life in three acts.)

Bye-bye, Miss American Pie (ao3) - xForeverYoursx alexei/melina T, 5k

Summary: When everyone is returned after The Snap, Yelena receives a call from Clint Barton and learns that her sister will not be coming home. Or, Yelena, Alexei, and Melina, in the aftermath of Natasha's sacrifice.

Champagne (ao3) - melonmania yelena/kate, alexei/melina G, 3k

Summary: Yelena drags Kate along to meet her Mama and Papa. The champagne is uncorked.

Five Times Melina Hates Alexei a Little Less and Loves Him a Little More (ao3) - Sibir alexei/melina T, 9k

Summary: Melina can’t stand his big glasses, bad dad jokes, terrible English, shuffling bear walk, and tiny capacity to comprehend anything remotely related to science. But it’s exactly these things that make her fall hard for him.

Good Game (ao3) - ballroompink alexei/melina M, 1k

Summary: A free moment for Melina and Alexei.

if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones (ao3) - Charlie_Balle M, 11k

Summary: >>BLACK WIDOW SPOILERS&lt;<

What if Yelena was just a bit younger? Still a teenager. What if the Red Room cracked down when Natasha escaped? Yelena was plunged into hell. She comes out colder and bitter. She won’t be so forgiving this time.

Basically, what I feel should have happened if Black Widow wasn’t restricted to a PG-13 rating

It Would Be So Easy (lets stay forever) (ao3) - weirdlywordy (graciewrites9) T, 21k

Summary: Mount Vernon, Ohio

1992-1995

I Was Taught Not to Trust (But For You I Think I’d Like to Try) (ao3) - Lulu_Williams alexei/melina T, 3k

Summary: “Do you not want to go to the park?” He asks and it’s almost like he cares, like he’d be willing to herd the girls to the park by himself. He wants her to fall for it, his charm, she knows. He’ll use it to disarm her if she gives him the chance.

Except she won’t.

Alexei can order her around and she will follow. Not because she wants to, not because she trusts him, but because she has to.

. . .

Also known as Melina has trust issues and Alexei is too good to be true.

Learning (ao3) - thenigotthisfamily (guitarplayer3) T, 9k

Summary: Years later and Melina and Alexei are still trying to learn how to be good parents, much to Natasha and Yelena’s frustration. But when tensions rise, the two sisters finally start to learn that their parents do care for them, no matter how awful they are at expressing it.

Melt With You (ao3) - thetbone G, 3k

Summary: Skating, snowball fights, and swear jars — all crucial elements of a family reunion.

Training Wheels (ao3) - thetbone alexei/melina G, 13k

Summary: Natasha doesn’t know how to ride a bike, doesn’t know how to be part of a family, doesn’t know how to be free.

But she’s learning.

we sang dirges in the dark (ao3) - Sanctuaria alexei/melina M, 5k

Summary: She was a daughter, sister, student, mother. She was his architect, his plaything, his Widow—the great Iron Maiden.

Now, she is free.

Now, she is Melina Vostokoff, never to be controlled again.

You taught me how to care (and I haven't forgotten since) (ao3) - AutumnalVesperum alexei/melina G, 11k

Summary: Sister. What a strange, incomprehensible emotion of a word.

[aogram]

Temperamental Alloy - (Prisoner 003) Qibra First Trial Voice Drama

Heavy footsteps, and a door swings open. Someone sits down in a chair. The person across from them grunts in acknowledgement, but doesn’t say anything.

Qibra:

…

Verus:

…

Qibra:

…

Verus:

…

Qibra:

…What is it?

Verus:

What is what?

Qibra:

We havin’ a staring contest or something? Aren’t you supposed to be asking me questions?

Verus:

I was waiting for you to speak first.

Qibra:

Whatever. Just get on with it.

Verus sighs.

Verus:

I should have known they wouldn’t all be as cooperative as the first two…

Qibra:

I’m not exactly interested in having a conversation with the bastard who put me in this musty place.

Verus:

Good thing I’m not the person responsible for this, then.

Qibra:

Great. So whoever put us in here just sent a lackey. Wonderful. You got a complaints department? A little box where we can write down our grievances? Can a lawyer get me out of here? 

Verus:

The answer to all of those questions is no. 

Qibra:

Of course I can’t expect the lackey to have any useful information.

Verus:

I wouldn’t call myself a lackey. I’m the Warden. Verus.

Qibra:

Um. Not calling you that. Anyway, no lackey willingly says they’re a lackey. But you fit the description.

Verus:

How, exactly?

Qibra:

You’re following the orders of what someone tells you while not knowing a thing about the purpose behind them.

Verus:

What makes you think you don’t know the purpose of all this?

Qibra:

I looked at you for about two seconds, and could tell you’re about as confused as the rest of us.

Verus:

…I suppose I am following orders, but I know what I’m doing.

Qibra:

…Okay. Prove that by actually getting information out of me, then.

Verus:

I will.

Qibra:

Good. What are you gonna use? The spiked chair? Stretching rack? Iron maiden? Or maybe you’re just gonna waterboard me. Ha.

Verus:

What makes you think I’m going to torture you?

Qibra:

..It was a joke, idiot. That was why I laughed at the end. Ha. Ha.

Verus:

You said that with a completely straight face.

Qibra:

Yeah, that’s why it was funny. Deadpan. It’s good for card games, too.

Verus:

Your delivery is terrible.

Qibra:

Shut it, lackey. Gods, I try to lighten the mood a little bit and you just shut it all down. Go ahead and ask your stupid questions. I know that’s all you do.

Verus:

Stupid questions? Did Ralis tell you that? Or Renata?

Qibra:

Oh please, that knight barely talks to me. It was the Gith.

Verus:

Oh. …What did he say?

Qibra:

He just, y’know, described the type of questions you gave him. 

Verus:

So you assigned the ‘stupid’ part to the questions yourself.

Qibra:

Yeah, well, he described them, and they sounded stupid.

Verus:

…This is getting nowhere. Just answer what I ask of you.

Qibra:

Never said I wouldn’t.

Verus:

So you were just making a scene for no real reason, then.

Qibra:

I’m just statin’ the truth. That’s all. Get on with it.

Verus:

Name and age?

Qibra:

Qibra of Elderport. I’m 17. 

Verus:

17?

Qibra:

Goblin lifespans, dumbass. 

Verus:

Right. Sorry. I did a lot of research in the library before starting these interrogations, but there are surprisingly few books on goblin culture. 

Qibra:

Yeah, there wouldn’t be. People don’t seem to care about the “lesser races.” Not that I give a shit about goblin culture. Don’t know anything about it.

Verus:

So you weren’t raised among your kind, then.

Qibra:

Nope. Grew up in the city. With all the quote-unquote “civilized” people.

Verus:

So what’s your occupation?

Qibra:

I’m a blacksmith. I make weapons and armor. Pretty good weapons and armor.

Verus:

Hm. And what do you think of life here?

Qibra:

Like I said, I don’t like it. This place is stupid. 

Verus:

Stupid?

Qibra:

Yes. Stupid. And probably illegal.

Verus:

Illegal?

Qibra:

Detaining a bunch of people in a creepy castle for an indeterminate amount of time. That’s like, 3 different crimes, I think.

Verus:

It’s also illegal to kill someone.

Qibra:

There it fucking is. The ‘ohhh, you killed someone’. News flash. I didn’t.

Verus:

So you’re saying you shouldn’t be here?

Qibra:

No shit. I don’t think any of us should be here, actually.

Verus:

Why do you think that?

Qibra:

Well, besides the fact that this is massively illegal and unethical, it’s also just stupid. I don’t know if this is a thing in whatever place you’re from, ass-imar, but where I come from there’s this thing called, uh, nuance. You know, the gray area. The line between good and evil. Black and white. All that shit.

Verus:

…I know what that is.

Qibra:

Well, does the asshole who put us here know? Because all this innocent or guilty, absolved or condemned shit seems awfully black and white.

Verus:

Look, it’s my job to judge you based on your sins. Not ponder the reason this place exists in the first place.

Qibra:

My situation is a whole lot more than just whether or not I murdered someone. You can’t just judge me one way or another.

Verus:

I can. I will. That’s why I’m here. To see if you deserve to be absolved or condemned.

Qibra:

Ugh. Bastard. How about this: neither. Yeah, I did something bad, yeah, someone died, but does that mean I murdered someone? That I’m a horrible person? No.

Verus:

Everyone here killed someone.

Qibra:

So then what’s the point in judging us in the first place? If we’re all murderers?

Verus:

Some of your reasons may be forgivable. 

Qibra:

Oh, cut the crap. There’s nothing to forgive if it wasn’t murder in the first place.

Verus:

So are you saying you should be absolved?

Qibra:

Well, no, of course I’m not innocent! I don’t deserve total absolution! I was responsible for someone dying! I wouldn’t even forgive myself! But I’ve got too much going on for it to be a matter of innocent versus guilty.

Verus:

Is it now?

Qibra:

It is. That’s what I’ve been saying for this whole fucking talk. Listen up: I’m at fault. I can’t go free. I need to make some form of penance. If this were Elderport, I’d be given some minor sentence that I’d happily see through with. But I’m not a killer. So I can’t stay here forever and endure whatever fate that awaits me after you judge me like I’m some villain.

Gears grinding as the platform lowers.

Verus:

Time’s up. It’s time to get down there. I would have liked to be able to ask you more questions, but since you insisted on wasting so much time, I suppose that will have to wait.

Qibra:

You wanted my thoughts, and you got them.

Verus:

I barely got any useful information out of you.

Qibra:

Too bad.

Verus:

You know, all of this attitude isn’t going to make me want to absolve you.

Qibra:

Absolve, condemn. Absolve, condemn.. Gods, do you only know two words?

Verus:

They’re the only two words that matter in this situation. Now I suggest you cooperate and let me view the vision.

Qibra:

You fucking bastard…! Take this!

A chair falls to the floor and light footsteps are heard running towards something, only to abruptly stop.

Verus:

You can’t attack me.

Qibra:

Gods damn it… You can’t make me go down there… you just don’t get it…

Verus:

Well, we’ll see.

Qibra:

I’ll make you get it… I swear on my life…!

Verus:

Calm yourself, Prisoner 003. Get down there and get ready to sing your sins.

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[sugoi-writes]

♥️♣️♦️♠️♥️ thank you!

113. What was your childhood nickname?

123. Can you keep white shoes clean?

127. What makes you happy?

132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

133. Favourite lyrics right now?

135. Dumbest lie you ever told?

137. How tall are you?

140. Summer or Winter?

145. Tea or Coffee?

146. Was today a good day?

148. What’s your favourite quote?

149. Do you believe in ghosts?

Awww, Anonie!!! Thank you! 💋 I've got you!

Childhood Nicknames-

Most notably, my mom would always call me 'Sweetpea' (very Southern thing, I know), meanwhile my Step Dad would always call me 'Kiddo' (which rubbed off on me now... FML)

Legitimate nicknames were hard to come by, as it were! My weeb friends would call me 'Keshi', which is a so-so pronunciation. (More accurately, Kei-shi, which my friend @hazelfoureyes pointed out, if I remember correctly)

Other noteworthy things that came from Bastardizing my Maiden Last name (which is Dice... Usually it's via Mispelling--)

-Diez

-Dice-y

-D*ke(A SLUR? IN EARLY 2010s? More likely than you think)

-Dick

Most people aren't very creative when it came to my name;;; these days, my wives call me Danny-Boy, which fills my heart with joy ❤️

Can I keep white shoes clean?

HARDLY... I can barely keep my multicolored Crocs clean. Feet are gross. I do what I can, but most days I'm too lazy with my shoes. A little dust adds ✨Character✨

What Makes Me Happy?

Oh, a good number of things!

-My legal Wife, Robin, for one... But mostly when she's not making her horrendous Dad-Jokes. 💀 Quality time with her is rare and loved.

-My HDC Coven, featuring Hazel, Minky, Syn, and someone secret (SHE'S MINE, YOU CANT HAVE HER). Quality time with them also brings me joy and peace.

-Stability (weird answer, I know). But being on the ✨Spectrum✨, I resist change heavily. So Stability in all aspects of life brings me the MOST happiness/relief. Especially Financial Stability (that can get dicey)

-Dabbling in my hobbies! Writing, Crochet, Doodling, and as of recently: Fashion/Makeup. I love exploring my gender through those mediums❤️

-Haunted Attractions/Haunt Acting- Being a Haunt Actor for the past 7 or so years gives me the most joy I can get while not being paid for it. I love dressing up, I love teaching people how to scare. And dare I say, I'm pretty good at it 🔥💀 I've been an actor manager at a Volunteer Haunt for 3 years, fun fact! 💀❤️

There's... A LOT of things that can bring me joy. I just have to remind myself sometimes!!!

Who is the last person you've had a deep convo with?

DEFINITELY my HDC Coven. We accidentally stumble into deep, insightful topics... Or, Trauma Stories (which I affectionately call ✨Lore✨). I'm sure you good folks will hear more about my lore one way or another!

Favorite Lyrics rn?

*Looks at Sleep Token's Discography* I-- ...THIS SONG SPECIFICALLY. ALL OF IT. IT DOES THINGS TO ME--

But, here is some of my favorites (it's like half of the song, don't judge. You get my favorite song now, to boot:)

"Won't you come and dance in the dark with me

Show me what you are, I am desperate to know

Nobody better than the perfect enemy

Digital demons make the night feel heavenly

Make it real

'Cause anything's better than the way I feel right now (THIS ONE FR FR)

Dumbest lie I ever told?

I am... WAS NOT... A smart child. I got my first hickey early on in middle school (SCANDALOUS, I KNOW)... And I told everyone a myriad of excuses. Fell and bruised my neck on a door knob, burned myself with a curling iron (I have naturally wavy hair), my sister threw hot food at me and burned me... Just... YEAH. But I hate to say I am a MUCH better liar now! 😂💀

How tall am I?

Begrudgingly, I am a mere 5"3, but in my mind's eye, I'm 6'2. Like my dear sweet wifey. ❤️ (#shortking)

Summer or Winter?

NEITHER, F A L L. But if I had to choose, Summer, because the town is so much more lively/has things to do during that time. ❤️

Tea or Coffee?

If you were to ask me a month ago, I would have said neither. But Coffee has grown a great deal on me... (Iced Coffee or Cold Brew preferred, hehe)

Was today a good day?

Could have been better, could have been worse! I DoorDashed most of my day and made some money! I got to wake up next to my Queen! And, hopefully, I get to talk to my Coven and write a little today. It wasn't perfect, but it was nice ❤️ Thank you for asking!

What's your favorite quote?

HONESTLYYYYY, the one I've been feeling most (as a Enby stuck in Florida with my Transitioning partner), I think of what Gerard Way screamed at a recent concert...

"In the face of extermination, say FUCK YOU!!!" (Or something similar)

I've been trying to live as my authentic self, while my wife gets the help and treatment she needs first. Together, we will be safe and we will love our best lives, unashamed. I also turned this quote into a sticker and sold it at art markets for a while (but sadly, living in Florida, it's hard to push Trans-Positive things...) SIGH...

But otherwise, a good back up is "History is doomed to repeat itself unless we learn from it". (Or something similar).And I Live. By. That.

Do you believe in ghosts?

As funny as this sounds (from a haunt actor), no! Not at all! I believe there's always an explanation or reason for the weird happenings people run into... But not ghosts themselves, no.

I am Superstitious in nature, but not supernaturally inclined... If that makes any sense? ANYWAY--

Hope this isn't too long of a ramble! I will try to post a sneak peak of something I'm working on (and tbh, the feedback is probably needed)

If you made it this far, thanks for reading and learning more about your boy, Sugoi! ✨❤️

[morganwrites12672]

Could I request a fem!reader x Eddie fic based around the song you and me by alice cooper? im not sure if you know it but it makes me think of eddie and his love as grown up struggling. im unsure what to add because the song explains itself, it’s a lovely love song 💗 thank you in advance 🥰

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Eddie Munson x Reader

'You and Me'

Eddie comes home from a long day of work. You hear his shoes tossed aside next to the door way, he shrugs off his jacket before running off to find you.

"Eds?" You ask and feel his strong arms wrap around you, he doesn't say anything, he only buries his head into your neck.

You smile and let out a small chuckle, he was like a toddler. You loved it, how he always had to be touching you. It was a nice reminder he wouldn't be leaving anytime soon.

"We could watch a movie?" You ask and feel him murmur a "sure baby". You will have to move. Eddie doesn't want you to move, not at all.

"Go change and meet me in the bedroom, I'll get popcorn. And you can pick the movie," you order and he smiles and moves from his spot in your neck, he kisses your lips softly before going to change and pick a movie.

You grab a pot from the stove and a lid, turning on the pan you add some butter and oil. Where the hell did you put the stupid kernels?

You find them in the upper cabinet. You grab them and pour in some to the pan. You add the lid and wait for the tell-tale noise of kernels popping. You grab the salt from next to pepper and place it on the counter.

You would also need a bowl, but that could be grabbed later. You heard the first kernel Pop and that means it won't be much longer until you could return to your lovers arms.

Eddie had been at work all day, but you had Sundays off from the record store. That was where Eddie had met you, he was looking for the new Iron Maiden record, and you had helped him find the last one. He almost proposed right then when you made a comment about 'Master of Puppets' being your favorite song.

you are brought out of that wonderful memory by the sound of the popcorn, it was almost done. You curse and grab a bowl before you notice it is done. Once you've turned off the burner and salted it, you pour it in the bowl and make your way back to the bedroom.

You walk back to the bedroom and find Eddie sprawled out across his bed, or as you like to call it, his coccoon. That's what it was. He had a shit ton of blankets and pillows and a nest like circle in the middle.

You smile and hand him the popcorn before cuddling up next to him. He presses a kiss on your forehead and you tuck your head into his shoulder.

"Forgive me but we are watching Bambi," he says with a smile. You groan, you watched that movie every week. You couldn't help the smile that tugged at your lips though, you always watched bambi because it was the movie you had watched on your first date. It was a joke, two metal heads watching bambi.

This was perfect, you were with the man you loved most. Watching the movie you both had watched on the first date. Perfection.

After a long day of work this was everything Eddie wanted. He had you cuddled into his side, popcorn being stuffed into his mouth, and he was watching Bambi.

He let out a small chuckle as he remembers the Bambi joke. You had both come back to your place and he had seen the movie in your VHS collection. He wanted to watch it since it was the only movie that wasn't rated at least PG-13.

He noticed you felt heavier on his shoulder and he saw that you fell asleep. He smiles and sets the popcorn down. He was over the moon that you trusted him enough to fall asleep on top of him.

God, he was in love. How could he not be? He thought you were the most perfect thing on earth. He felt like he wasn't always enough, you assured him that he was more then you deserved.

You told him he was perfect, and he became putty in your hands. You weren't lying either.

Eddie was perfect.

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