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gaymurdersalad · 4 months

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Hey Jack! I think Dave is.. looking for you. You should probably check on him-

>Looking for me?

>The bastard practically wanted me dead on Monday when I refused his little kid-killing scheme. Straight up left the restaurant and didn’t show his face again, he was so mad.

>Why in the hell would he suddenly be looking for me?

>Even if he was, I wouldn’t know the first place to fucking—

>Mmmmyyy body lies overrr the ocean, my boooody lies over the seaaaaa—

>I’mmm no gooood at astraaaaal projectionnnn, so brrriiiing back my bodddyyyyy to meeeee!

>Oh, holy fuck, I’vvvve nevvvver felt ssssooooooo… Un-Coporeal. Wuwuuuuugghh, what issss… Within it me is outside o’ me… And whaasss inside of mmmmeeeee is SOOOOOOOO much LSD.

>Hooooow’d I even ennnndup here? What the hell did you get yourself int’, you big clown? I’m not surrrre, I just woke up out hereeee, again… What would Henry think? Who cares! He hates mmmmeeee!! He pushed me aside he did, he did! How’d he do that, then? He says “Get ouuuuutta here, you purple menace you, and leave me the hell alone for as long as your pitiful life stays clinging to this wretched Earth!” Why’d he say such a thing? I duunnoooooo! Was it something you did? You’re always getting yourself into trouble, you. Please leaaaave me alone, leave me to rot here, you… Yew… Schtewpid bastard, you caaaan’t stop bothering me, both you AND him…

>I’ve never done nothing to warrant this! I’m yer friend, Davey! Yer nothin’ but some bassard keepin’ me angry, you rotten fuck you, I wish you’d both fuck off hand ‘n hand and go… Go stuff yourselves in a waterlogged springlock suit, fuck you!

>A VISSSSITOR. Who— Who arrives?!

>… Dave?

>Sportsy! Old Jack! Whateerrr yoooouuu doin’ here?! You smell different. Yer wearin’ that coat!

>… Jesus Christ, dude. I’ve never seen you this bad.

>Aannnnnd I’ve never seen yew so good lookin’, handsome.

>Alright… Let’s… Let’s get you up, it’s freezing out here, man.

>Ohhhh, yer sooooo warm, Sportsy… I juuuusssss wanna crawl inside yer skinnn and wear ya as a jacket… Heh! Jack-et!

>… Thank… You…? I’m going to ignore you for a bit, is that alright dude?

>Yew can do whateeeeeever yew want, cowboy, I juss love ya soooo much…

>We’re gonna go back to my place, okay buddy? Get you under some covers and make sure you don’t accidentally… Hurt yourself. Let you sit the rest of this out someplace comfortable.

>Yer… Yer takin’ care of me, baby?

>Only ‘cause I know you won’t remember it.

>Yer… Yer sucha nice boy, sucha sweet sweet tangerine, you…

>Y’know, I wus… I’ve been… feeling preeeety rancid lately, Sportsy. Henry… Kicked me to the curb again, said I don’t wantcha here, and I wus… wanted… spend time with ya, Sportsy, like old times, I wanted t’… I missed… yew. ‘Nd yer dumb stupid clementine face, that schtewpid beard— If… If Henry don’t want me, then I know… I wus always thinking, I thought— Sportsy’s there! There’ll alllllways be Sportsy! B— Because there ain’t Sportsy, it’s just me, and just me makes me wanna die. I don’t wanna die. I don’t wanna die when yer holdin’ me.

>I’m… It’s pretty fuckin’ radical… that yew still care. Still the… same rotten orange I knew and loved.

>…

>… I…

>I still care. It’s okay.

>It is?

>It’s okay.

>… Let’s… Get you home. Try and relax, we’re only a block away from my car. You can sleep when we’re on the road.

>Gnnaaaaarly… Road trip with Old Sport!

>Yeah, man, sure. Gnarly.

#murder salad #gaymurdersalad #salad lore

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birdsareblooming · 1 year

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#joke poll

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dxrkskixs · 2 years

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•you are…ecstasy•

Sal fisher x gn!reader

Y/N was sprawled out across sal’s couch, legs twisted up in each other as they scrolled through their phone waiting for their boyfriend to come home. sure they waited whenever he went to go to his dealer but today felt rather taxing and felt like it was taking forever.

they lightly sighed through their nose as they got up and took a moment to stretch, their back and knees popping as they extended themselves to do so. They went into sal’s room before opening their shared nightstand which has pre-rolled joints inside a container just so things weren’t too disorganized. they pulled out a lighter from their hoodie pocket and lit their joint as an orange ember on the end glowed as they breathed in.

smoke filled their lungs and mouth, a nice feeling as their throat heated up a bit before getting used to the smoke. Y/N began to walk back out to the living room before the door slightly rattled and opened up, Y/N just sat back down on the couch and watched their assumed boyfriend open the door and they were right. “Welcome back, why’d it take so long?” Y/N asked before taking another puff and made a ghost with the smoke before inhaling it back in again.

“Hey babe…yeah sorry, dude tried to up the price for his hash and acid right in front of me but i’d like to think I pride myself on my charisma” his slight new jersey accent practically had Y/N giddy where they sat, “oh you got acid this time?” they asked getting up as they pulled him towards the couch, “hell yeah! I haven’t gotten the chance to get any in a minute so this’ll be cool and I wanted you to try it with me so I got a little extra.”

he put down his bag as he pulled out about 3 containers that held weed in them and about two sheets of lsd on the coffee table in front of them, “so you wanna get high before we get tripped up or you wanna go straight into it?” sal spoke as Y/N inhaled what seemed to be the last of their joint as they leaned over sal slightly and unbuckled the bottom half of his prosthetic, and lifted it up slightly exposing his mouth as they pressed their lips onto his disposing of the smoke inside their mouth into his. Y/N took the time to unbuckle the top strap of his prosthetic as well which revealed his beautiful face, which his long messy blue hair only complimented all the more, “what strain did you get?” they announced as they stared into their lovers eyes (eye i guess?). “They’re all hybrids, I know sativa tends to make you more relaxed when it should make you more energized but I know you also like that energized feeling so i thought might as well right?” they couldn’t help but smile as they heard him talk so passionately about such a small thing.

“Well go ahead and roll one and let’s see how fucked up we can get.” Y/N said as the two giggled for a bit before getting on with their business, the acid had a cute little heart imprinted on them which Y/N admired for a second before cutting out two squares for each of them. sal reached into Y/N’s pocket casually taking their lighter “don’t you have your own?!” they said playfully sounding hurt by the fact their lighter was stolen in broad living room light.

“Mine doesn’t have any more gas so i’m using yours, what’re you gonna do about it hm?” his teasing tone was accompanied by a devilish smile, Y/N simply took one of the cut outs of acid as they held it with their index finger and thumb before lightly holding sal’s jaw “open up for me would you?” they said reciprocating that same smile back at him. He stuck his tongue out as they pressed the acid onto his tongue as a very slight and mild bitter taste rushed across his mouth but went away as fast as it came.

a few minutes passed before he lit up his joint and took a hit, his skin had already began to feel more sensitive but that was only the beginning as smoke flew into his lungs. Y/N had already put the acid onto their tongue a little bit ago as they let the drug settle “how’s it feel babe?” Y/N spoke softly resting their head on his shoulder and wrapping an arm around his waist. “fuckin’ dope, take a hit babe” sal said as he took one last puff before passing it over to Y/N.

they inhaled as the two different strains made themselves apparent as the feeling was rather different compared to earlier, “this shits nice…” the two sat together for a few minutes simply taking in each other’s company before sal lightly bumped his partners shoulder “come up” he patted his lap as they couldn’t help but oblige as they made themselves cozy as they straddled him.

“You just gonna stare or you gonna kiss me” Y/N said as they put the halfway smoked joint on the table “someone’s needy” he replied taking a handful of their hair and pushing them into his lips. His hands felt very warm against Y/N head, warmer than usual and as they grabbed his hips sal could almost feel their hands and the material from his hoodie almost separately. Everything had begun to become extremely sensitive and sal’s hair had become more vibrant than what is usually is. The warm light in the living room and all the furniture seemed to have its own outline per say as well as some kind of peppery filter as sal looked around when he had the chance too.

The two only stopped when they needed to catch their breath, sal pulled away not to breath in lost air but instead stared into Y/N’s now dilated eyes “can I fuck you?” his question sounded breathy but made them practically shiver on the inside as a small laugh made it’s way out “yeah…fuck yeah babe!” a grin was plastered on both of their faces.

sal lifted Y/N off of him as he put them down on the couch as he began to straddle them instead, his ripped jeans and underwear came off rather quickly as he threw his belt god knows where he’ll get it later. Y/N took off their hoodie and shirt that was underneath as sal helped with their pants and underwear as well, it was weird being so sensitive to the fabric as it was pulled away which also included the small gush of cold air as it washed over them, they rubbed their thigh in means to keep a little warm.

sal looked down at his cock as he accumulated some spit on it for some on the spot lube, “if it’s too much just- just tell me and i’ll slow down okay?” Y/N nodded before pulling out their legs from under him and spread them open giving him more room to work. sal pushed himself in at the sight of the invitation which was practically euphoric, sure it was a lot already when off the drugs but the LSD made everything so much more apparent so feeling every inch of sal inside was no exaggeration.

“oh- oh…s-shit!” Y/N cursed out with a moan attached to it, sal’s mouth was tucked into a fine line as he must’ve also felt just how sensitive it is. He picked up his speed rather quickly which was an ecstatic feeling to say the least, sal’s hands rested on Y/N’s upper body which was so contradictory from what they were feeling inside, so many different sensations were going through the two before sal let out a pretty apparent whine.

his pace faltered ever so slightly before continuing “i’m close…fuck i’m so close” as his pace quickened so did how hard he clashed against Y/N’s body, they had already put their balled up hands against their face to hide it from all the pleasure going through them. As much as sal wanted to see their face he was too entranced by the feeling of themselves tightening around him.

He pulled out rather quickly before finishing off with his hand as he came across Y/N’s stomach, both him and Y/N’s grunts and moans were filling the room as the two had reached rapture together. sal was breathing rather hefty as he leaned and rested his forehead against Y/N’s. Y/N’s breathing was shaky and a bit sporadic before the two began to calm down from their dopamine high.

“You’re pure fuckin’ ecstasy you know that?” Y/N muttered out as they stared into sal’s eyes “and you’re my favorite drug of all” he responded as the two fucked the night away.

#sally face #sally face smut #sally face x gn reader #sally face x reader #sal fisher #sal fisher x reader smut #sally face x reader smut #sally fisher

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natandacat · 4 months

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So when i was high off my fucking mind on lsd during new years and trying to hold onto reality my friend and i put on magical girl friendship squad and one of the characters is discount mall sephiroth except my friend doesn't know sephiroth so I googled him and this happened

And because again I was fuck off high I totally lost my mind like wtf is happening is sephiroth Italian???? Why has he been replaced by the logo of what looks like a fruit brand. Anyway it was incomprehensible to me so I went back to having a transcendental experience with an orange

#sephiroth

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faultlinescrew · 9 months

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could you please tell me things about newter from your beautiful mind. i like him i wish to know more

Of Course, please accept these assorted ramblings about the silly orange dude who lives rent-free in the hoarder-esq apartment that is my brain.

So circa worms beginning he is 16-ish, Faultline having yoinked him out of the sewers around a year or two prior and whilst Alexandrias interlude muddies things with him in terms of timeline and age a little, he is Designated Teenager at the end of the day. (Ill cut wildbow some slack on that part, Newter is one background character in a billion of em and Timelines are clearly not his strong suit.)

(What I will not accept is Wildbow claiming Newters natrual hair colour to be strawberry blonde. He is not fucking blonde. I will die on this hill.)

So that mix of being a teenager and the nature of being a case 53, an identity-less husk with nothing outside of a non-human appearance to base your sense of self off of- I believe that Newter based a non-insignificant chunk of himself off of the nightclub (though i doubt he is aware of it). A product of his home environment so to speak, becoming The Party Animal: The neon, the attitude, the way he views and enables his power for recreational use. And, y'know, being a walking lsd strip.

Chill, social butterfly, generally amicable person to be around- for all his extroverted whims I think he's very select when it comes offering friendship and even pickier when it comes to trust. Ride or die for Faultline, naturally, but i think out of the entire crew hes particularly close to Gregor (the original two ect ect) and Spitfire (more headcanony, but teenage solidarity).

And for a take thats 100% based off of vibes: Aromantic

#probably reaching with a few of these but oh well #i enjoyed trying to extrapolate his character regardless :]#dishwasher talks #newter #wormblr #i do believe that if youd put him and alec in a room together theyd get along pretty well #friends? im not really sure. the banter would be insane though

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remus-poopin · 18 days

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can you do the hogwart houses common rooms?

Here ya go!

Hufflepuff:

This one is primarily power pop, twee, and soul. I tried to get songs that have a warm and light feel to them.

Track list:

1. Like Flies On Sherbert - Alex Chilton

2. Love You - Syd Barrett

3. Wuthering Heights - Kate Bush

4. Dreaming Is Fucking Right - The Marshmallow Kisses

5. Cannock Chase - Labi Siffre

6. Our Love Is Heavenly- Heavenly

7. Les Fleurs - Minnie Riperton

8. Fine - The Cardigans

9. Here Come The Warm Jets - Brian Eno

10. Summer Soft - Stevie Wonder

(+more!)

Ravenclaw:

This one is a lot of shoegaze and dreampop. I wanted to have slower songs here that have a slight dark and dreamy tone to them.

Track list:

1. Winter Now - Broadcast

2. Transitional Bird (Clever Girl) - Candy Claws

3. Ladies and Gentlemen We Are Floating In Space - Spiritualized

4. Winter Song - Nico

5. Blue Light - Mazzy Star

6. Pretty Girls Make Graves - The Smiths

7. Frou-frou Foxes in Midsummer Fires - Cocteau Twins

8. Starting Over - LSD and the Search for God

9. Famous Blue Raincoat - Leonard Cohen

10. Diamond Day - Vashti Bunyan

(+more!)

Gryffindor:

Lots of upbeat energetic songs for this one. Wanted songs that had a sort of bold feel to them.

Track list:

1. Damaged Goods - Gang of Four

2. Rip It Up - Orange Juice

3. Mandinka - Sinéad O’Connor

4. The Book I Read - Talking Heads

5. Brave Captain - fIREHOSE

6. Orange Crush - R.E.M.

7. Are ‘Friends’ Electric? - Tubeway Army

8. Sound and Vision - David Bowie

9. No More Heroes - The Stranglers

10. Incinerate - Sonic Youth

(+more!)

Slytherin:

Going for dark and slightly gothic sound here. These mostly have a intense or heavy vibe to them.

Track list:

1. Anemone - The Brian Jonestown Massacre

2. Beatrix - Cocteau Twins

3. How Soon Is Now? - The Smiths

4. Pedestal - Portishead

5. Blasphemous Rumors - Depeche Mode

6. Lullaby - The Cure

7. Teardrop - Massive Attack

8. New Dawn Fades - Joy Division

9. So Tired - Slowdive

10. Nonphenomenal Lineage - Grandaddy

(+more!)

#one thing about me is that I’m going to add Cocteau twins to a playlist!#character playlist #character playlist asks #hp playlist #Harry Potter #slytherin #Ravenclaw #hufflepuff #gryffindor

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jdyf333 · 7 months

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skepsiss · 1 year

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Heart Beat City -- Steddie

The tang of alcohol on his tongue drenched the room Eddie was in with a blurred glow. The pull of music, dark corners, and vivid exchanges made his drug-riddled brain feel heavy and light all at once. Like a buoy on a bumpy sea, he watched as flutters of people migrated across the dance floor and into private booths. The music was nothing to him: a loud backdrop to shake his chest as he sat in one of those dark corners of the bar. Live music had melted into crackly recorded classics.

Heart Beat City, Building the Perfect Beast, Reckoning–he could name every one of the songs that bled into one another but didn't care about a single one of them. Summer of love. Boys of the summer. Solo debuts... it was all noise to him at this point.

He was operating like a machine, raising the bottle to his lips and drinking, watching men and women alike fade into the dark interior of the bar like so much else. He wasn't here alone and even though he had to put effort into remembering who he walked in here with he was aware that he wasn't alone. Gareth, Benson–some of the guys. This wasn't the first time they had crashed a bar outside of Hawkins, piling into a van on a Friday night for a spot of fun. But Eddie wasn't having fun, he was just watching everyone else have fun. Men, women, bodies pressed against one another in a too-crowded bar and he was acting like a moody 85-year-old drinking his sorrows away.

Maybe it was the drugs, maybe it was the poor choice of mixing drugs and alcohol but after he had turned out his pockets and sold the last of the LSD he had come here with he had felt his mood drop. One of the reasons they had chosen this bar was because it was a hookup spot–a friendly hookup spot. It had its back allies and locked doors, one-stall bathrooms, and it was an easy place to hit up to sell. Drug money to buy beer, beer to waste the night away. They were probably going to sleep in the van tonight anyways.

But Eddie was just watching as his friends filtered out of view, crashing into women like an all-powerful tide, both of their bodies moving together... he wished he could talk to girls like that. He wished that despite his patches, leather, and spikes that it was easier to approach women, but none of them ever picked him. It wasn't the worst, he liked men more anyways. That was why this bar was friendly.

He put no effort into being approachable, his mood soured by jealousy as people paired off and a new quartet entered the dance floor. Greenhorns and experts alike doing this same dance every Friday night. He was tired of it. He was tired, but despite himself when his beer was finished he walked back up to the bar and ordered another, lingering. He wore bandanas in his pockets and leaned on bar counters, signalled to any wayward man who passed by. In these kinds of bars, it didn't take very long for someone to notice. Light blue for oral, black for rough sex, orange for casual–it all meant something, and people noticed when you hung out at bars like this.

So when men approached Eddie, when people leaned on the bars beside him before his beer made it back to him and asked to buy him a drink he wouldn't even need to smile. He wouldn't need to talk to them like he had to talk to girls to get them interested in him, these men knew right away what to say. They'd test and Eddie would put the neck of the bottle in his mouth, he'd tip it up, and try not to lose focus with his brain half mashed. They'd touch his hand and he'd touch back, pretending that this was some sort of romance, that they had talked for hours and he was charmed by them. These guys, they were all good-looking. It was easy to spot a hookup spot.

He'd follow them to back allies, locked rooms, and one-stall bathrooms, places where the music was still loud enough that his mind wouldn't wander. Where he could hold his beer by the neck and have someone kissing him as soon as they were in their own dark corner. People, maybe he sold drugs to earlier that night, people who thought he was older than sixteen, seventeen... eighteen. On nights like this, he couldn't even remember if this was perverted or not, he didn't even know how old he was anymore. His brain ground every night since he was fifteen together. Back when he thought allies and private rooms meant romance and that these guys would talk to him again afterward.

Give up the ghost, turn around, get on your hands and knees–they never talked to him again after that.

He let the background music that he hated so much fold into his brain–stop his thoughts. His half-finished beer sitting on the dirty floor as some guy indulged in his flesh. Lifting up shirts and pulling down collars, but never fully undressing.

They all just wanted the same thing anyways, but Eddie always indulged longer than he needed. Kissing them and biting lips until they turned him around or pressed him to his knees. And then his face would be cold against tiles and his body would be all fire, getting sweaty in his too-large jacket and flannel. Choking out sounds and half words, hoping his mind would stay clear enough that he wouldn't pass out from his high. Sometimes he even got to do the choking, and that was rare. Sometimes he'd get to do this more than once in a night. He always felt sloppy the second time around.

Men would press up against him, wash him away, sail him to somewhere farther than this bar an hour outside Hawkins, somewhere that he knew even his band wouldn't give him a concerned eyebrow raise when he disappeared into the dark shadows. Men would fall over him, hold him tight around his chest, and breathe life into his neck like he mattered to them. Sometimes they'd call him beautiful, or hot and he'd swallow that too. They always complimented him when he swallowed.

They'd rock the bar from their private room that reeked of beer that stained his knees. And sometimes it would hurt, but he always left feeling grateful and like a part of him was taken away with the man who walked out the door when they were done. Warm and sweaty and full of more than just beer. He loved it and hated it, and tonight he hated it. The way men squealed and the smell of the bathrooms, how he'd read the graffiti on this wall a million times to no satisfaction. It was good, don't doubt that it was good, but the bitter taste of his mouth made him wish that he'd at least be kissed afterward.

Hold me, enfold me, talk to me like I'm someone.

Then he'd slouch and the music would take him away, his body punched from the gut downwards, indecent as he stood pressed against the wall. Hard breathing, no longer hard cock. Breathe and breathe and listen to the thanks, shake his head no if they asked if he needed something. He'd adjust and pick his beer back up, wash the taste away with more bitterness. They'd break even and he'd stand the rest of the night because it hurt too much to sit.

He wouldn't check if whoever he came here with came back, he'd just crawl into the van when he'd had enough. They'd knock if they needed to come in and sleep, and only once had he accidentally interrupted something. And then he'd sleep and the next morning they'd all be smiles and groans from being hungover; ask without asking how each of their nights went. No one partied as hard as Eddie Munson, and sometimes Eddie wouldn't even be able to drive them home, someone else at the wheel. Papers with numbers scrawled on them. Arms with new ink, lovely girls who twisted their hair and who got on their knees.

Eddie's souvenirs were the ones of purple and red marks. Scars on his brain that left him wondering if he'd make it home next time at all.

Smile and crack and let everyone think he always loved these outings, always loved the way his friends disappeared into dark corners for their own ends and leave him watching the dance floor like a statue of sin. Watch but don't touch. Want but don't love. Sing but unsung.

So when Steve Harrington came around and looked at Eddie with big brown eyes he hated it. He hated that he looked like every guy he had ever seen in every bar he had ever been in. How he was so goddamn handsome. Even when his upper lip wasn't perfectly shaved and you could see the speckled brown of hair on his cheek–what 'disheveled' looked like to Steve Harrington–king of Hawkins High, 6 feet deep in babes, money, and perfect hair. He hated guys like Steve who seemed to effortlessly move through life, who smiled and didn't start a fight when he threatened them.

He hated guys like Steve Harrington and he didn't know if he wanted to be him and be with him.

The effect a man like Steve Harrington had on people was toxic at best, and a high at worst. Because Eddie had never found a better drug than getting a crush. It drove him insane, it made him want more, and the comedown was the worst he ever felt, and yet... he'd always go back for more. The floundering, the trying to talk to a guy for real. It was everything he avoided when he went to bars and these stupid goddamn crushes made him want to try. He sounded like an idiot when he tried to talk to people… when he was genuine. And here was Steve Harrington, genuine to a fault who just spoke his mind, crossed his arms, and loved the people around him so hard that he'd sacrifice everything for them. Every ounce of popularity, every single dime, every last hair on his pretty head.

Eddie just wanted to be good enough to be one of those people he'd sacrifice for.

No, that wasn't true, he didn't want to be any way. He didn't want to be different or to feel like 'he could change for the better, be a better person' for Steve Harrington. He wasn't that far gone, he was still Eddie Munson. But he wanted Steve to be worse. He wanted him to lower his standards and wallow in the mud with The Freak. He was already good enough... he wanted Steve to compromise.

He had everything Eddie wanted and hated all at once and he wanted Steve to want to give it up. Was that too much to ask? It was too much to ask. And that was why crushes killed Eddie Munson. He knew, deep down, he was unpolished and undesirable and really the only reason the guys at the bars picked him up was because he was easy. Hard to love, easy to fuck.

Kiss after kiss after kiss after kiss. All he wanted was for one of those to be with Steve. To taste what perfection looked like, to understand how someone who had everything gave it up for the outcasts and the freaks.

Me too. Eddie yelled into the wind. Me too. He screamed at the void.

But something amazing happened, something that no drug had ever given to him. It answered him. He heard. Somehow, somewhere, someway... Steve Harrington heard him and answered.

And he wallowed.

Eddie tasted perfection. The acidity of sunshine and the spice of daddy's money. How making out in cars and the squeak of leather seats had never felt so good. How Steve, somehow, wanted to know what mud and regret tasted like. That Steve chose him.

Every pretty girl in Hawkins, and he chose Eddie.

I love you, I love you, I love you. I need you, I need you, I need you.

Addicted.

The worst drug of your life.

Eddie didn't even have to turn around to get it. He could look right at Steve the whole time, count the moles on his shoulders, and relish in how soft his skin was. He could enjoy the sensation of being on his back instead of his knees and if he wanted to know what Steve's sweat tasted like he could find out. He could see what a guy, fully naked, really looked like. No t-shirts, socks, or pants just unzipped enough to get it up. He could look, and man did he look. Even if this was a fling, even if this lasted until Steve found someone better, he could live with that. He could live with having him for just a few months just so he could experience this.

Who was he kidding? He was addicted.

Eddie Munson, island, wanted to strand Steve Harrington. He wanted to be the only thing and everything Steve could ever want or need. He needed to be everything because Steve had already taken every hard edge Eddie had stuffed into the box and pulled it loose. Rounded everything out. Soft. He was already going to fall apart if Steve walked away. He was already 80 percent less.

But every morning he got to taste sunshine, and every afternoon he got to touch the sky. Steve was elevating him, and he didn't want to come down. It was devastating, and it was everything he had ever wanted. He was going to die to this. Steve owned him.

#steddie #so this is def rated 18+#swearing and sex mentioned #I like that Eddie is just a bit toxic #he gets angry easily and I think he would get greedy with love #Look toxic relationships are fun to write don't come at me #steve harrington #Eddie Munson

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friendlyfatbee · 1 year

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You know what? Headcanons of what each character smells like from Satsuriku no Tenshi (heavily based off of their floors)

🕊️ Rachel 🕊️

Fresh laundry, subtle-scented flowers (like watered down orange blossom), grass, and unused yarn. If you’ve ever smelled unused yarn, you know what I’m talking about. I can definitely see her smelling a bit like a hot glue gun, she definitely seems like the crafty type (aside from the… obvious sewing.)

⚠️ Zack ⚠️

I’ll be the one to say it, this man SMELLS if everything. Zack, I love you, but PLEASE take a bath. Or change clothes. Or wash clothes. If the body odor wasn’t enough, there’s the decay of blood that has been ENCRUSTED on his jacket.

Please I beg of you Zack, wash yourself.

If theres any sort of redemption with smell, maybe he smells like some sort of ungodly sweet sticky soda? But that’s easily overpowered by the scent of decay and sweat.

👓 Danny 👓

Danny… Danny, Danny, Danny… you my sir smell of formaldehyde :( you can’t look at this man and tell me he doesn’t smell like some sort of preservation fluid. Absolutely drenched in scents of cleaning products and other pristine smells. I can also see him using relaxing scents to subconsciously make his victims feel safe and secure, like lavender and orchid.

🪦 Eddie 🪦

My son. I am so glad you don’t smell as horrific as the previous two. Obviously he’s gonna smell more organic, like dirt, flowers, dust from stones, etc. He’s not working in heavy lights where he would sweat while doing his work, and considering his background from the manga and the Eddie side game, he knows how to keep a work space tidy and do laundry most likely.

🧨 Cathy 🧨

THIS WOMAN DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO STOP USING EXPENSIVE PERFUMES. The really overpowering ones that don’t smell of anything specific at all and aren’t organic in scent. I can also see her slightly smelling of rubber and oiled up metal, but thats subtle in comparison to the branded perfumes she most likely uses.

📖 Gray 📖

The best way to describe this guy’s smell first of all would be sickeningly sweet, mainly from the hallucinogenic airborne drugs he uses. I’m even intrigued by how his drug is described as sweet when Rachel is on his floor, considering how most hallucinogenic gases are odorless like LSD, and the only common sweet smelling gas I can think of would be Nitrous Oxide (laughing gas, used as sedative in dentistry.) Aside from his weapon of choice, definitely smells like a mix of cheap soap old people use, old books, aged wooden furniture, and incense.

I can always make a second part to this if anyone wants it for characters from the manga and prequel series!

#satsuriku no tenshi #angels of death #angels of slaughter #aod #issac foster #zack foster #eddie mason #cathy ward #gray abraham #rachel gardner #shopping cart of thought #abraham gray

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inkybinkyboink · 3 months

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things i want officer lockstock to know about/have:

celestial seasonings sleepytime tea

a pet cat

12 Angry Men on Bluray

orange juice

minecraft

the writings of Franz Kafka

the new york subway system

west side story on vinyl

a knit shawl from an elderly neighbour

like a really fucking good christmas dinner

the artworks of vincent van gogh

falling asleep in a comfy chair in front of a fireplace

lsd

thylacines

#urinetown #officer lockstock

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helloemptyset · 11 months

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[ Image 1: A screenshot from LSD: Dream Emulator. The camera is angled to show a deep green sky and the side of a grey apartment building covered in windows.

Image 2: A screenshot from LSD: Dream Emulator. A look across the ocean in the Violence District, showing the dark shapes of distant buildings and the slightly lighter orange shapes of power-line poles sticking out of the water. The sky is dark blue and the water has a static texture. ]

#fret fret #lsd dream emulator #i love this game so much i'm glad i can emulate it on my computer

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ekat-fandom-blog · 6 months

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Tarot Cards

I disagreed with some of the choices for the official DC tarot deck, so this is who I'd choose. I did limit myself to superheroes and the major arcana unlike the official deck.

The Fool - Beginnings, innocent, spontaneity, free spirited, naivety, foolishness, recklessness, risk-taking Color: pale yellow Crystal: Tourmaline, turquoise Animal: eagle, man, butterfly Plant: aspen, grapes, peppermint Weapon: Dagger and fan Characters: Starfire

The Magician - Power, skill, concentration, action, resourcefulness, manipulation, poor planning, latent talents Color: Yellow Crystal: Tiger eye, citrine, fire opal, agate Animal: Ibis, ape, swallow Plant: Marjoram, palm, vervain (cerebral excitants) Weapon: Wand, caduceus Character: John Constantine

The High Priestess - Intuition, higher powers, mystery, subconscious mind, hidden agendas, need to listen to inner voice Color: Blue Crystal: Moonstone, pearl Animal: Dog Plant: Almond, pomegranate, haze, moonwort (emmenagogues) Weapon: Bow & arrow Characters: Dr. Fate

The Empress - Fertility, femininity, beauty, nature, abundance, creative block, dependence on others Color: Emerald green Crystal: Emerald, rose quartz Animal: Sparrow, dove, swan Plant: Corn, myrtle, rose, clover, cypress (aphrodisiacs) Weapon: Girdle or belt Characters: Mary Marvel

The Emperor - Authority, father figure, structure, solid foundation, domination, excessive control, rigidity, inflexibility Color: Scarlet red Crystal: Ruby Animal: Ram, owl Plant: Oak, tiger lily, geranium Weapon: Horns, the burin Character: Batman

The Hierophant - Religion, group identification, conformity, tradition, beliefs, restriction, challenging status quo Color: Red orange Crystal: Topaz, carnelian, lapis lazuli Animal: Bull Plant: Mallow, sugar cane Weapon: Labor of preparation Character: Captain Marvel/Shazam

The Lovers - Love, union, relationships, values, choices, disharmony, imbalance, misalignment of values Color: Orange Crystal: Alexandrite, agate Animal: Magpie Plant: Orchid, rush, LSD Weapon: Tripod Characters: Green Lantern(Stewart) and Hawkgirl(Shayera)

The Chariot - Control, will power, victory, assertion, determination, lack of control and direction, aggression Color: Orange-yellow Crystal: Amber, chalcedony Animal: Sphynx, crab, turtle Plant: Lotus, olive, watercress Weapon: Fiery furnace Character: Red Hood

Strength - Strength, courage, patience, control, compassion, weakness, self-doubt, lack of self-discipline Color: Yellow Crystal: Cat's eye, topaz, chrysolite Animal: Lion Plant: Sunflower (carminatives) Weapon: Disipline Character: Miss Martian

The Hermit - Soul-searching, introspection, being alone, inner guidance, isolation, loneliness, withdrawal Color: Yellow-green Crystal: Peridot, bloodstone Animal: Rhinoceros, dog Plant: Snowdrop, aspen, narcissus (aphrodisiacs) Weapon: Wand & lamp Character: Raven

Wheel of Fortune - Good luck, karma, life cycles, destiny, a turning point, bad luck, negative external forces, out of control Color: Royal violet Crystal: Sapphire, amethyst, lapis Animal: Eagle, sphynx Plant: Hyssop, oak, poplar, coca Weapon: Scepter Character: Red Robin

Justice - Justice, fairness, truth, cause and effect, law, unfairness, lack of accountability, dishonesty Color: Green emerald Crystal: Emerald, coral, jade Animal: Elephant, crane Plant: Aloe, tobacco Weapon: Cross of equilibrium Character: Booster Gold

The Hanged Man - Suspension, restriction, letting go, sacrifice, martyrdom, indecision, delay Color: Deep blue Crystal: Beryl, aquamarine Animal: Snake, eagle, scorpion Plant: Lotus, ash, water plants, fermented grapes (purges) Weapon: Cup & cross Character: Nightwing

Death - Endings, beginnings, change, transformation, transition, resistant to change, unable to move on Color: Blue-green Crystal: Jacinth, amethyst Animal: Wolf, beetle, crayfish Plant: Cactus, yew, aspen, myrtle Weapon: Evil eye, pain of obligation Character: Green Lantern(Hal)

Temperance - Balance, moderation, patience, purpose, meaning, imbalance, excess, lack of long term vision Color: Blue Crystal: Jacinth, amethyst Animal: Horse, dog, centaur Plant: Rush Weapon: Arrows Character: Green Arrow

The Devil - Bondage, addiction, sexuality, materialism, detachment, breaking free, power reclaim Color: Indigo Crystal: Black diamond, jet, obsidian Animal: Goat, ass Plant: Hemp & marijuana, thistle, fig, orchis root Weapon: Evil eye, lamp Character: Arsenal

The Tower - Disaster, upheaval, sudden change, revelation, avoidance of disaster, fear of change Color: Scarlet Crystal: Ruby, garnet Animal: Bear, wolf, horse Plant: Absinthe, rue, tobacco Weapon: Two-edged sword Character: Robin(Damian)

The Star - Hope, spirituality, renewal, inspiration, serenity, lack of faith, despair, discouragement Color: Violet Crystal: Turquoise, rock crystal Animal: Peacock, man, eagle Plant: Silver fir, olive, coconut (diuretics) Weapon: Censer Character: Superman

The Moon - Illusion, fear, anxiety, insecurity, subconscious, release of fear, unhappiness, confusion Color: Violet-red Crystal: Milk opal, moonstone, pearl Animal: Dolphin, fish, scarab Plant: Poppy, hazel, opium, nettle (narcotics) Weapon: Magic mirror Character: Green Lantern(Jessica)

The Sun - Fun, warmth, success, positivity, vitality, temporary depression, lack of success Color: Orange Crystal: Diamond, heliotrope(bloodstone) Animal: Sparrow-hawk, lion Plant: Laurel, sunflower, heliotrope Weapon: Bow & arrow, spear Character: Flash(Barry)

Judgement - Judgement, rebirth, inner calling, absolution, self-doubt, refusal of self-examination Color: Red Crystal: Fire opal, malachite Animal: Lion Plant: Hibiscus, red poppy (nitrates) Weapon: Wand, lamp Character: Green Lantern(Guy)

The World - Completion, integration, accomplishment, travel, lack of completion, lack of closure Color: Blue-violet Crystal: Onyx, jet, lapis lazuli, black pearl Animal: Crocodile, dragon Plant: Cypress, hellebore, yew, nightshade Weapon: Sickle Character: Wonder Woman

#tarot #tarot cards #dc #dc tarot #major arcana #dc characters #dc superheroes

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