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Deity

Her head peeked around the corner of the grand double doors. At first glance there was nothing until she zeroed in on the silhouette of someone sitting in the middle of the empty room. Her head tilted and the door squeaked as she leaned further into the room to make sure her eyes weren’t deceiving her. A hand raised and her breath hitched as she was dragged forward, forced to kneel before him. Panic set in as her limbs didn’t respond to her plea for them to move and push her away from the person who was clearly not human. An invisible string lifted her head slowly and she trailed her eyes up. She stared up in awe at the masked figure who simply tilted their head downward to look at her through darkened and shadowed eyes. The mask was intricate, deep grooves of red and white with black swirling along the edges from what looked like body paint. She held eye contact, forced to never look away. There was nothing notable to pinpoint who the person was but she could see their beauty. They were beautiful. He was beautiful. “Claire!” The trance broke and her head whipped towards the door to see her brother reaching for her, eyes wide, fearful and begging. That was the last she saw of him before the doors slammed shut and he called her attention back to him. She stared again, complete and utterly fucked by the spell he had casted on her from the moment she has laid eyes on his statuesque figure sitting alone in the dark room. She knew who he was now and she knew that she’d serve him blindly without abandon.

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Two options

“You had two options.” She rounded the chair from behind him, steps lazy and too comfortable within the tiny room. “And you picked the worst.” Her hand danced upon his scarred skin and firmly wrapped around his neck, pulling him and the chair off the ground. “You’re fucking mine now.”

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“Do you believe in the devil?”

Tw!blood, death, and murder

The camera showed her smiling and twirling while the ocean breeze blew through her hair. Silent words left her lips as she spoke to whoever was behind the camera. All was peaceful and she continued to dance along the sand until she stopped completely, back facing the camera and her dress whipped eerily around her legs. The shot was shaky and the camera man took a step closer to not startle the unmoving woman. She turned towards the camera with a blank expression before lunging at the camera man. It was all a blur of tans and blues as the camera went flying through the air. The camera fell and gave a clear shot of her sitting on top of the man while repeatedly bashing his head in with a rock. She froze, hands bloody and the body twitching beneath her. Her eyes bore and moved to take in each detail of her gruesome masterpiece she had just created. Her back curved unnaturally before straightening, stiff as a board. Her head panned towards the camera and a sinister grin was spotted across her features before the camera cut off.

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“I don’t know what happened that day. One second I was dancing and having a great time at the beach before everything went dark. Next thing I know I’m staring down at my dead fiancé. I don’t know what I did that day. I don’t what did that to my fiancé because it wasn’t me.” she spoke to the journalist that sat across from her. She stared at the same grey slate walls that surrounded her day in and day out. “What do you think did what it did?” the journalist asked and she spared a glance behind him. “The same thing that’s standing behind you.” she answered as she watched the sinister face hover above the shoulder of the journalist. The same sinister face that followed her around like a second shadow. The director of the facility chuckled and motioned to the guards. “She has a very wild imagination.” the director excused and the journalist raised a hand to stop the guards from taking her. “Now I’m curious. What’s standing behind me?” The already cold temperature of the room seemed to drop and she shivered, soft voice dropping to a sinister rasp. “Do you believe in the devil?”

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Analysis

She sat across from him. His eyes mirrored her own, telling her that he’d rather be anywhere else than here. “Not much of a talker? That’s fine because neither am I.” She leaned back in the chair and it gave a tiny creak. His eyes flashed towards the multitude of guards behind her and she read that small sign pretty clear. Her head turned slightly behind her as she began to talk. “Give me ten minutes alone with him.” The guards hesitantly left and it wasn’t until the door locked shut that a raspy voice filled the air. “I’ve killed over twenty seven people and you want to be left alone with me?” She shrugged and leaned forward, resting her forearms on the metal table. “It got you to open that pretty mouth of yours didn’t it?” He chuckled humorously and mirrored her actions by resting his cuffed hands on top the table. “You’re a loner aren’t you?” he asked suddenly and she grinned. “I rather sit back and analyze people. It’s a part of my trust issues package. I want to know their intentions before they know their own intentions.”

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Adrenaline

“What the hell were you thinking jumping off a cliff like that? What if you had broken your leg or something when hitting the water?”

She sighed and leaned back as he went to dab another clean alcohol soaked towel against her bloodied forehead.

“At a time like that, you don’t care. Adrenaline kicks in and you wouldn’t know if your leg was broken until you’ve gotten far enough to stop running. You’d do anything to just get away.”

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Sleep Token

Deity

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5-in-1

She learned two things that day. There were two sides to every coin and then there was Axl. He was five people stuffed hazardously into one Tupperware container. There was William, a sweet boy who desperately wanted to be held and shown affection he hadn’t seen in years. He wanted to be praised and wanted to be the child he never got to be when he was younger. Next there was William A. Rose, a firecracker filled to the brim with teenage angst gunpowder. He was rebellious and hardheaded, only going down kicking and screaming until he was released, then he’d turn around and fight anyone willing to look at him the wrong way. Rose was the sweet side, only showing affection to those he chose worthy of it. He slipped out in small doses but the subtle concern and worry that seldomly appeared was heartwarming. Last but not least, there was Axl. Where should she begin? He was the rockstar persona that became a part of his everyday life. He was cruel and unforgiving, destroying anything in his way that tried to stop him from getting to what he really wanted. Fame and freedom. Lastly there was a ghost, a shell of a man that came out with the help of drugs. He was spacey and misty eyed. Staring through everything and seemingly not there. Always ignored and never down on earth.

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Axl Rose

5-in-1

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Musicians

Axl Rose

Sleep Token

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“You’re Pretty”

He was pissed. The tour had been cancelled because of some inconsiderate asshole and he was on the verge of breaking something. To top it all off, some chick across the bar had been eyeing him not so subtly for the past thirty minutes. “What?” he finally barked out and she nearly choked on the beer she had against her lips. “You’re pretty.” All fire he once had froze over and he blinked as she took another sip of her beer. “What?” he asked again, the venom in his words seemingly gone. “You’re pretty.” she repeated and he huffed. “Well that’s a new one.”

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Falcon

“I’d be careful around here. Lots of snakes that like to prey on poor little mice.”

He looked up at her and a quizzical look claimed his features.

“Which one are you?”

She grinned as she helped him off the ground, keeping their hands locked so she could pull him close enough to whisper in his ear.

“I’m a falcon. I’ll prey on both if they’re not careful enough.”

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Dream

You Promise?

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Kas!Eddie HC

+Just a few things me and my friend had come up with about Kas!Eddie+

-After he gets out of the upside down he has terrible nightmares

-He feels the phantom bites of the bats when the weather changes kind of like how bones ache 

-He can’t listen to Master of Puppets or any Metallic song without having a full breakdown or a panic attack

-He’s deathly terrified of thunderstorms because it reminds him too much of the upside down

-At first he forgot everyone he cared about kind of how Will began to forget people when he was under control of the Mindflayer

-He’s more on the human spectrum than the bat spectrum. Only thing that drastically changed is diet and body temperature 

-He’s less lively and has lost all passion towards DnD and most rock music

-His love for energetic rock songs dwindled down to much darker songs that he plays constantly

-He has vision-like dreams that often give him severe headaches in the morning 

-He no longer speaks to Corroded Coffin and rarely leaves the house

-He still hasn’t graduated and no longer wants to due to the fear of accidentally hurting someone once he gets hungry enough

-He hears voices that aren’t there or at least not there in his world 

-When he first woke up he saw a single Demobat circling him like a vulture

-He’s gotten over a dozen more tattoos because pain is like euphoria for him

-The ‘vampires can’t see their reflection’ thing is a myth and he can most definitely still see himself in mirrors but most of them are shattered so he doesn’t have to see what he has become

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“I love you too.”

“I need you to trust me.” she said sternly, green eyes pleading for him to understand. He shook his head and quietly mumbled out a strung of 'no's. “Eddie.” she started and he cut her off by pushing her away from him. “I'm not letting you risk your life for something I did!” Her emerald eyes mirrored his own broken and blurry coffee ones. “I love you.” she said before throwing herself through the gate and cutting the rope. He tried to get to her but he couldn't see a thing through the dimly lit realm, only her silhouette. He called out to her and was only met with deafening silence. A broken scream tore from the back of his throat and he punched the wooden floor, wood splintering under the pressure of his fist.

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It had been days since anyone had seen him. They thought he had died alone in his room. Heartbreak was a hell of a punishment and he bore all the weight in the world for what he did. Whispers swam around him once he entered the cafeteria. His hair was tasseled and greasy. Eyes sunken in and dull, the dark bags framing his eyes making them look almost completely black. His cheekbones were even more prominent and trails from where tears had fallen were worn into his flesh. He looked worse than death ever could. He sat down alone at a table and pushed the food away as bile threatened to rise from the back of his throat. He stared blankly at the dark wooden table and blocked out their hushed whispers, not caring what they thought of him. It wasn't until the ringing started in his ear that he realized the dining hall had fallen completely silent. 

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Her eyes frantically searched for him over the sea of jocks, preppy girls, normals, and outcasts. Her eyes stopped upon finding him and her breathing quickened, a sure sign she'd start crying, as she took in his skeleton figure. “Eddie.” she whispered and his head snapped up to meet her glossy emerald eyes. The chair he was sitting in clattered to the ground behind him as he stood up. He was running down the aisle of students before he could register she was actually here and alive. His body clashed with hers as she met him halfway and he couldn’t stop the pained sobs that surged throughout his body. She was here and she was real. Healthy and alive. She held him close and whispered reassurances into his ear as his uneven breath dampened her neck and shoulder. “I love you too.” He had finally gotten to say the words he never got to say before she had selflessly sacrificed her life to save his.

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Eddie Munson

Teach Me

“I love you too.”

Kas!Eddie HC

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Teach Me

She watched his fingers glide over the guitar strings and she hummed along to the song. The song switched and the beginning riff of “Do I Wanna Know” filled the quiet room. Her eyes lit up and she paid a little more attention to his finger position along the strings. He noticed her staring and stopped, pulling a noise of confusion from her. “Want to play?” he asked and she looked up into his brown doe eyes. “I don’t know how to.” she mumbled shyly and he smiled while moving the guitar and patting his lap. “Then I’ll show you.” She climbed into his lap and he moved the guitar into her lap, locking her against his chest. He grabbed her hands and placed them along the guitar strings, head resting on her shoulder and hands positioning themselves over her own. He slowly played the first few notes with her hands and she watched intensely. The heat from his hands left and rested on the outside of her thighs. “Now play it back to me.” he whispered and she nervously played it back to him. “Again.” She played it a little more confidently and he placed a kiss on her cheek. “Now the next notes are a little faster.” he warned and he placed his hands back over hers. He played a few times to make sure she was familiar with the pace before allowing her to play it on her own. The guitar shrieked as she played the wrong note and she jumped, causing him to laugh. “Try it again. Take your time.” She played it slowly and smiled when she hit all the right notes. They continued the process of learning the parts and his chest swelled with pride and love as he watched her play the song perfectly on her own. “You’re a natural, sweetheart.” he praised and she beamed at the guitar before pushing it off of her lap and laying it on the bed. “Well I do have an amazing teacher.” She placed a quick peck to his lips and he smiled against it. “And an even more amazing boyfriend.” she whispered against his lips. His smile grew and he pulled her closer into him. “Now teach me “Master of Puppets”, Munson.”

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Stranger Things

Eddie Munson