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d4rkpluto · 10 months

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𝔰𝔠𝔬𝔯𝔭𝔦𝔬 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔰𝔱 𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔢

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♇ scorpio ascendants are seen as polarising people, people who are magnetic and mesmerising, majority of the times they can catch an audience's attention, or they can be the type of person who's energy everyone is aware of but is left alone. due to this mysterious nature majority of them carry, there's this instinctive curiosity people have for them, wanting to find out any information about them and even breaking their boundaries. people see individuals with scorpio in their first house as people who are ever-changing and willing to become a better [or even worse] version of themselves.

♇ when it comes to self-identity, many of them do like to see themselves as the stereotypical mysterious and dark person, and some of them like to identify themselves as people who are students of life whose have their own fate in their hands. scorpio ascendants see themselves as people who are wise, and majority of the times they have the right to, many of them have gone through a lot of traumatic experiences that caused them to become people who are astute enough to guide themselves and other people.

♇ moving onto the impression they make on others; is that they are people who are charismatic, determined and powerful. giving the impression that they are individuals who are strong and magnetic, sometimes people with scorpio in the ascendant carry themselves to be more than who they are, so there are moments where people think of them as deceptive.

♇ the first house is part of the content that conveys about someone's personality, and to have scorpio in the first house means that their persona consists of being ever-changing, powerful, charismatic and observant, though they could also be people who are mean, grim, cold and could like to use their power to manipulate those around them.

♇ pluto being the planetary ruler of scorpio, [and yes i do know mars is as well, but im just focusing on pluto], this being the ruler of their first house means they have a lot of life lessons to get through, and sometimes this can make the individual depressed and tired with life. majority of the times having pluto in or the planetary ruler of your first house can make it seem like the kin is being punished for choices they have done in their past life. besides the negative, these people having pluto being the planetary ruler of their first house makes them someone of many faces, [not in a bad way], they can restart and give themselves a new identity to help them shift throughout life in a more stronger way than before.

♇ moving onto appearances, stereotypically scorpio ascendants do have piercing eyes, and a lot of them tend to have blue piercing eyes, like i have spoken about in my scorpio blue eyes post, scorpio ascendants vary in height but majority of the times they have this slender appearance that sometimes make them look like an owl. when it comes to the hair, there could be a lot of scorpio risings who have blond hair but still have an ominous or powerful appearance that makes them come off as striking. many of them do look good in black.

♇ when it comes to their personal ambition, scorpio ascendants are like their co-planet sharer, aries. they're adamant and have a strong desire for success. they're definitely people who strive to have influence in whatever they take action on, they don't like feeling that whatever they do or get is going to make them feel small or overlooked. due to this, this can make them someone who likes power and control, it can manifest into an obsession for it.

♇ the strengths and weaknesses that a scorpio ascendant would most likely have would include them being charismatic, reforming, high-reaching and transformative, but they can also be people who are controlling, obsessive, resentful and destructive, including, self-destructive.

♇ they project their personalities to be individuals who are the first to do a specific thing, they like to be on their own lane, they'd rather lead a crowd than follow it. thus their competitive nature, due to them normally being in situations where someone might've tried to dominate them too much; they can become people who feel ill at ease when authority is around them. because of them being people who don't like to follow rules, they can be considered as too rebellious and come off as controversial.

♇ kins with scorpio in the ascendant view the world as their own trials and tribulations, they are likely to view the world as a race they're the only competitor in but the race bringing much hurdles and obstacles, one of the obstacles having spikes and chainsaws. they perceive the world to be something to either be on top of never below, seeing the world as a ladder and having no intentions of staying on the ground.

♇ moving onto their self-image, scorpio ascendants think of themselves to be people reforming and as people who want to become a better version of themselves. they are forever changing, they view themselves as people who need to survive and adapt to every situation they run upon. [sometimes this can bring a victimising-mindset, if not, then just one that is always paranoid]. they have the self-image of thinking that they're people who are protective over themselves and the possessions they have in their lives.

♇ scorpio ascendants usually do leave an impact on people's lives, majority of the time they enter quietly and leave with a bang. sometimes the impact they leave on people can be compared to the tower card in tarot, majority of the times people with scorpio energy in their first house are here to give people a lesson, especially within the themes the ascendant would land in the other party's house, for example if a scorpio's ascendant were to land in someone's third house they would teach them a lesson about sibling-hood, friendship hood, being comfortable with their verbal skills and abilities to be secure of expressing ideas.

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doubtingthomasin · 2 years

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prompt 29: mindfuck word count: 1.5k WARNINGS: non-con and dub-con elements

(so istg this isn't an ad for my longfic i'm writing but it could very easily fit in that universe.

special guest but i'm not sayin' who heheh

but it DOES fit the specifications for the final day of Hellcheer Week, heroes and villains/horror/upside down! two birds one stone and all that lmao)

MINORS DNI

@viharker

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Chrissy comes to slowly, arms and legs spread out over the mattress underneath her. She immediately can’t recognize where she is, and she tries to draw her limbs into her body only to find that they’re tied to bedposts. As her eyes clear, she gleans that she’s in a cave of some sort, and her stomach sinks as she realizes what that means.

He got her.

She struggles hopelessly against her bonds, her breathing more erratic as she tries to remember what happened to lead her here, but she can’t recall anything. She looks down the bed at her feet, noticing the familiar white dress she’s wearing. It’s a dress she wears often to church, but there’s no way she put it on herself. “Help! Someone help!”

She tugs hard at the ropes around her ankles and wrists, trying to draw her arms and legs in and break the bedposts in the process. But instead of the cracking of wood, she hears one wrist pop painfully, and she cries out at the throbbing sensation as her panic reaches a fever pitch. “Eddie! Eddie, help me!”

“I’m afraid he’s not here.”

She looks down again, bile rising in her throat when she sees him, and she whimpers. “Oh, God, no.”

Kas stands at the end of the bed, armor discarded, the tattered Hellfire tee hanging in pieces as he leans forward and places his hands around her ankles. “I’m afraid He’s not here either.”

The tears form quickly, spilling down her temples as he climbs his way up her body, making her struggle again. “Please, l-let me go.”

“You know I can’t do that.” He kisses one temple, licking a little to catch the salty water before turning her head and repeating, shushing her cries. “It’s too dangerous. You’re safer here with me.” His cool hands slide over her soft arms, and she flinches when he reaches her sore wrist. He notices the swollen flesh and tuts, cradling it in his hand. “Sweetheart, you’ve hurt yourself.”

“Don’t do that,” she begs, an edge of fire to the words. “Don’t talk like him. You’re not him.”

“Aren’t I, though?” He lays across her body as she turns her face away, his lips trailing down her neck, over her pulse. “Just a little bit?” The sound calls to him, promising the certainty of sweet relief when he finally tastes her. When he finally turns her.

“N-No,” she insists, trying desperately to ignore the way her body reacts as his hands press gently into her sides, smoothing up and hiking the dress further up her legs. A sob escapes her as she tries not to think of what’s about to happen, and he softly shushes her again.

When her eyes open, she's looking at the bedside table in her own bedroom, breathing sighs of relief as she sees her ceiling and her chair in the corner.

And Eddie.

He's kneeling where Kas had been, fear and concern in every feature as he looks down at her. "Chrissy, are you okay?"

"Oh, thank God," she gasps, sitting up to wrap him in a hug, only remembering the ropes that held her after her hands curl into his shirt. "I thought he had me, Eddie."

He holds her tight, speaking gently to try and calm her. "It was just a bad dream, okay? He can't get you here."

She tries to catch her breath but she can't stop crying, burying her face in his neck. "It felt so real, I was terrified." He rubs circles on her back even as she pulls back in horror. "I think he was going to turn me!"

"I'm not gonna let that happen," he insists a little more urgently, tucking some stray hairs behind her ear before cradling her face in his hands. "You're safe, I'll keep you safe."

Chrissy presses her forehead to his, stifling her tears and taking deep breaths. It's on a shaky inhale that his lips close over hers, pulling her flush against him. He kisses her deeply, trailing his hands over her nightgown and pushing her back slowly onto the mattress.

She whines softly, knowing they're in uncharted territory, having kissed before but never going any further. The situations facing them were far too stressful to even think about doing much else…usually.

They break for air, panting into each other's open mouths. "Eddie, I need you."

"I'm right here, princess, I'm yours." He kisses her harder, delving into her mouth as his hands smooth over her thighs, her nightgown rucked up around her hips. "Tell me what you want me to do, I wanna make you feel good."

"Touch me," she begs, breathless. "Erase him, please."

He nods as his hand presses between her legs, pushing past her underwear to stroke her tenderly, making her moan loudly. Her hand claps over her mouth but he shakes his head, pulling it away. "The others might hear."

"They won't," he groans, rubbing into her clit to make her louder. "You feel so good, baby."

"More, Eddie, please," she mewls, and he responds by sliding two fingers inside her. Her head rolls back on the pillow, her hands holding his arms loosely as he circles her clit with his thumb. "'S so good, oh, God."

"Come for me," he orders softly, his lips kissing all over her neck, down her chest. Her legs spread across the sheets as he works her faster, drawing her climax out and reveling in her harsh cries. She shakes as he settles between her legs, sloppily kissing the sensitive skin of her thighs.

She groans an expletive, making him chuckle as his lips reach her opening, and she curses again but louder. Her hands grab at his hair as he licks her clean, hands sliding up her stomach to squeeze and roll her tits. She's unbelievably loud and she knows they're going to get caught, but she can't find the capacity to care as he eats her out and plays with her nipples.

"Eddie, Eddie." She repeats his name mindlessly like a beautiful chorus to a song she's just learning, her hands over his on her breast. He sucks her clit, making her legs twitch as he builds her up again.

She whimpers as she coasts into the next orgasm, screaming his name as he continues through it, spreading her arousal on his tongue and her thighs as he groans deliciously. He can feel her pulse through her clit and it's almost enough to turn him feral.

He shifts up her body, lowering the straps of her nightgown to expose her, rolling her nipple briefly in his mouth as she hums. She catches her breath only for him to kiss her again, pulling away with a sad smile. When she notices it, her heart drops. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, precious," he lies, the pad of his thumb caressing her cheekbone. "I just wish you loved me as much as I love you."

Chrissy's brow furrows with sorrow as she stutters. "I-I do love you, Eddie." Her hand closes over his on her face, rubbing. "I guess I thought it was obvious."

The melancholy smile remains and he faintly shakes his head to her confusion. "You'll understand someday."

"Eddie, I do understand." She feels almost frantic again, her voice rising a bit. "You have to believe me."

"Shhh, it's okay." He calms her with a soft kiss. "I didn't mean to upset you." He says it against her plush, warm lips before he moves slowly down to her neck. "Just wanted to make you feel good."

"You did, you do." she assures him with a sigh, his lips sucking gently at her skin. "I think he's gone now." He chuckles at that.

"Everything will work out, you'll see." He nuzzles at her neck, breathes her in, grateful that she's finally calm. "It'll all be over soon."

"I can't wait until it is," she says, wistful, "until we're free of this place." He nods and she feels it, her hands resting over his shoulder blades as he speaks one last time.

“Just try to lay very still.”

She only gets one blissful moment of confusion before his fangs sink deep into her neck.

She screams for all she's worth, realizing the deception far too late as the artifice of her room fades to show the cave once again. He drags her torso up off the bed as he continues draining her, and she pulls at his shirt, claws at his skin.

Until she can't.

Until she wakes with a yell in the trailer, in Eddie's bedroom.

She instantly pulls the covers up to her chin, her whole body trembling as the dream starts to fade. But for the moment, she remembers the pain and the fear. She remembers the moment of her death.

"Chrissy, are you okay?"

She jumps when Eddie touches her, roused by her cry and sitting up to check on her. "Hey, hey, it's me, you're okay."

"S-Sorry," she whimpers, and he pulls her into his arms and against his chest.

"Christ, you scared the shit out of me," he sighs, his own voice broken. "I thought someone had broken it."

"No, bad dream." She clings to him, resting her head on his shoulder. "Really, really bad dream."

"Wanna talk about it?" he asks soothingly.

She shakes her head, her breathing evening out. "I just want to forget." He strokes her hair, kissing her on the top of her head as she makes a firm decree. "No more scary movies before bed."

He scoffs a laugh, squeezing her a little tighter. "You got it, sweetheart."

#again i pushed myself and my limits but fuck it we're almost at the end so #let's get ✨problematic✨#also with this prompt all i could think of was frankenfurter in rhps pulling the old switcharoo on brad and janet #except this is...hmm...a bit darker than that #eddissy #hellcheer #hellcheer kinktober #eddie x chrissy #chrissy x eddie #evan's writing #hellcheer week

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