#The Starchild skull

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

The Starchild skull

[starchild--27]

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[skygodz]

The Starchild skull popularized by Lloyd Pye was all the rage in the 90s. Genetic enigma or human-alien hybrid?

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[wednesdaymunson]

Head Over Heels

Baby Daddy! Eddie x Fem!reader

Summary: Part 2 to my Baby Daddy! Eddie fic.Slight time jump. Eddie has half assed professed his love for you, but neither of you can bring it up. You're still seeing Keanu. Wayne makes an appearance and scolds Eddie. Eddie is a lil toxic at the end.

Warnings: smut,angst,unprotected sex, creampie, drunk sex(f), mention of oral sex(m receiving)..I think that's it.

A/n: I wrote and rewrote this several times. I'm kinda okay with this version. The ending is opened to the possibility of a third part, or you can make up with what happens in the end ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I Was Made For Lovin' You - part 1

Mine(Interlude)

Word Count: 4,609k

It had been about a month since Eddie left that message. The both of you would always tiptoe around it. You were never direct when trying to ask, and Eddie would avoid it anyway he could. You were afraid to be forward, possibly hearing something you didn't want to know, but it was killing you not knowing 'Why now?'.

You've been on a few low-profile dates with Keanu. He didn't want to alert the paparazzi and drag you into the crazy spotlight. Even with Eddie's fame with Corroded Coffin, you were very much in the background, unnoticed. You weren't even thinking about that, you just wanted to live in the moment. Keanu made you feel seen and heard. He calmed your mind, you knew where you stood with him. 

You made it home just in time. Eddie was dropping off Evelyn at 9am and here it is 8:45. You change into your pjs, wash whatever makeup was left off your face, to turn around and see Eddie behind you. 

"For fuck sakes, Eddie! You scared this shit outta me!... how'd you get in?"

"Well, hello to you too! Look, your door wasn't shut all the way. I got nervous, so I came in preparing to bash some skulls or preparing for the worst.."

You could tell by his tone and his eyes that he was genuine. You hugged him before you even realized it. He tightly hugged you back, and you melted into him. 

"Wait.. where's Evelyn?!"

"Oh! I told her to stay in the car and if someone tried to get her, to hit them with the crowbar I keep in the car." He boldly stated. 

"Eddie, you left a 4 year old in the car with a crowbar? Please go get our daughter." You sigh. 

"On it, sweetheart."

You pinch at his side. 

"Y/N, don't start that." Eddie laughs. 

As soon as Eddie is out of sight, you shut the door and quietly break down. You haven't told Eddie about you seeing someone else. You've been pretty good at keeping it under wraps. You think to yourself, 'Keanu and I aren't exclusive. I'm allowed to date and do whatever, I'm single! Eddie doesn't have to know. I don't know what he does when he's away or when he's not here.'

You splash some water on your face, dry off, and compose yourself. You hear Evelyn knocking on your door. 

"Mommy, open the door! There's no bad guys! It's me, Evelyn Starchild Munson!"

You greeted her as you opened the door. 

"Hi baby! I missed you." You smiled. 

Eddie's eyes met yours, and he could tell you had been crying, but he didn't want to mention it in front of Evelyn, and he also had some business to take care of. 

"Y/N, I have to get going, but I'll call you later. Evelyn, be good for mommy. I'll see you soon, baby. I love you."

Eddie rushes out the door. 

It's almost midnight, Evelyn was tucked away in her bed after a day full of arts and crafts, a melt down because you told her she couldn't get in the oven, and a chicken nugget dinner by the pool. You're drifting off, and your phone begins to ring. 

"Hello?" You answer soothingly. 

"Fuck, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you."

It was Eddie on the other end. Usually, you would be bothered by the late call, but you didn't have the energy tonight. 

"Mm 's okay, Eddie. What did you need to talk about?"

"I'm sorry for calling you this late, just got caught up with stuff at the studio. But I wanted to tell you I'm flying Wayne here in two weeks and wanted to ask if you would have dinner with us. I know he would love to see you and I know you would too."

You haven't seen Wayne since Evelyn's first birthday. He was very much like a father to you. You started calling him "Dad" after it slipped out one day when he asked you to run to the store for him, and it stuck ever since.  He taught you a lot, especially some skills, so you would never have to rely on a man to help when Eddie wasn't around. You haven't spoken to him much since the split, and you did miss him dearly. 

"No worries. Oh, that's nice. Umm yeah, just let me know what day and what you have planned."

"Great! I'm actually hoping to get the old man to consider moving here. He's retiring soon and I think he'd be better off with family around."

"Oooohh…you sure about that? You know how Wayne is." You giggled. 

"I know, I know. Maybe you can sweeten the deal."

"Eddie, I want no part in your shenanigans,buuuuut I do miss him. Evelyn should have her granddad around."

"I knew you'd see it my way."

There's a small silence, and you hear Eddie sigh. 

"Everything okay with you? You looked like you were crying earlier today."

"Yeah, I just got soap in my eyes. Burned like a bitch." You quickly replied. 

"Hmm okay… I just wanted to make sure."

You could tell he didn't really believe you, but he wasn't going to push. 

"Oh, one more thing…what are you wearing?"

"Ugh, goodnight, Eddie."

"Hey, I tried. Goodnight, Y/N."

"Y/N, I know it's only been a few days, but I really do miss you. I can't wait to see you when I get back from New York." Keanu cooed into the phone. 

"I miss you too. How's New York?"

"It's great! There's tons of places I'd love to take you. Oh! I didn't get a chance to tell you, but the rest of the band is here in New York, and we're doing a few secret shows while I'm here!" He exclaimed. 

"Oh, that sounds fun! I'm kinda jealous of the people who get to see Dogstar live." You frowned. 

"Well, maybe I can talk to the band and set up a show when I get home."

"That would be awesome! But you don't have to do that, Keanu."

"I know, but I would definitely do it for you, beautiful."

"You're too sweet."

"Y/N, you know what else I miss?"

"Hmm? What's that?"

"I miss your plump lips wrapped around my hard cock while you look up at me with those big beautiful eyes. I'm sorry if that was brazen of me, but jesus christ Y/N! Any time I think about you, that's one of the things that come across my mind. And you get so wet for me while you do it." Keanu breathes heavily. 

"I enjoy it, and if I can be honest, I like being in control sometimes, and in those moments, I'm very much in control, aren't I?"

"Mm, yes, you are, sweetheart. I'm practically puddy in your hands when I'm in your mouth. Fuck! I can't wait to see you when I get home, I'm going to tear into you!"

"I can't wait either. I.."

"MOMMY!"

"I'm sorry, but I have to cut our conversation short. Evelyn just woke up."

"No worries. I'll call you when I get some free time. I hope you have a good day,  gorgeous. Bye."

"Thank you, you too. Talk to you later."

You lay in bed for a few more minutes to gather yourself. You get up to check on Evelyn, ready to start your day super early. You find her back asleep, arms spread out, one leg hanging off the bed. 

"Oh, my wild child. Just like your dad."

You gently put her leg back in the bed and cover her up. You think about calling Eddie on the walk back to your room, but it's around 5:30 am, and you're sure he's passed out by now. You open your closet and pull out a box. It was a box that was a mixture of sex toys, lubes, a Polaroid camera, and a velvet bag that held a pair of handcuffs. You opened it and pulled them out, the biggest smile flashed across your face. 

It was your first week in Hawkins and your parents moved you and your younger siblings there after your graduation. You saw a flyer on the side of the building for a band playing at the Hideout. 'Corroded Coffin? Hmm might as well. It'll give me something to do in this boring town.'  You thought. That night you met Eddie. Somehow you'd catch him staring at you and then quickly turn his head. You were in the crowd when his band played and you did enjoy the music. After the set you went to the bar and got some water before heading home. 

"Who celebrates with water?"

Eddie stands next to you at the bar. 

"Well, I'm not celebrating anything…should I be?" You laughed. 

"Is this not your first Corroded Coffin show? I've never seen you at any of our shows, and trust me, I would notice and remember a pretty face in the crowd." Eddie smiled. 

"You're correct. This is my first time here and seeing your band. I just moved here a week ago with my family."

"So come celebrate with me and my band. I can make sure you get home safely."

"Oh yeah? I'm not sure about that. You may try to keep me handcuffed in a basement." You giggled while hooking your finger on the handcuffs he was wearing attached to his belt.

"Oh! No! I would never do that! Do I come off like that type of guy?!"

"No, you don't come off like that. I was joking…maybe. " You could barely control your laughter. 

"I'm Y/N, by the way." As you extended your hand. 

"Eddie, amongst other colorful names the town has given me."

He takes your hand in both his, feeling the cold sensation of his rings against your warm skin. 

"Nice to meet you, Y/N. Soooo are you gonna stay?"

"Sorry, I really gotta go. See ya around." You smiled and made your way to leave. 

"HEY! HOW DO I GET A HOLD OF YOU?!" Eddie shouted.

"COME FIND ME!" You shouted back. 

Eddie just happened to run into you at Starcourt Mall, got your number, and eventually asked you out on a date. He was very polite, a great listener, and made you laugh any chance he got. You both shared secrets that you swore each of you would take your graves, insecurities, and dreams. You two were inseparable. 

You take the bag, put everything away and put it in another box full of things that you weren't ready to get rid of. You decide to try to get a little bit of sleep before Evelyn wakes up. Your eyes close and you feel a slight dip in the bed, a small arm wraps around your stomach.

"Mommy, can I have waffles and bacon, please?"

"Of course, baby. Coming right up." You giggled. 

"There's my girls!" Wayne exclaimed.

"GRANDPAAAA!" Evelyn yells, running. 

"Hi Wayne. It's been too long." You smiled

You spent the whole evening laughing and having fun. It felt like old times. You took some pictures and set up the camera and got a "family" shot. Evelyn was getting sleepy, so you offered to put her to bed. 

"You ready to go to bed, love bug? 

"Uh huh. Mommy, are you going to spend the night too?"

There was an awkward silence through Eddie's penthouse. 

"Oh no, baby. I'm going home to sleep in my bed. Grandpa Wayne is staying here for a few days, so he'll sleep in the guest room, you have your room, and Daddy has his." You explained. 

"Can't you share a bed with Daddy? Like other mommies and daddies?"

You nervously looked at Eddie and mouthed "help me" to him. 

"Uh,sweetheart, some mommies and daddies don't like to share beds with one another. "

"Okay. Mommy, can you read me a story please?"

"Of course." You smile and follow Evelyn to her room. 

"Boy, you should have done right by her. I don't know what got into you when you signed that deal and went on tour. That girl was head over heels for you, and I knew that the first night you brought her over. Eddie, I love you, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to kick your ass. You lost a good one."

"You think I don't know that?? When I left the house that morning after she kicked me out, I thought I would be fine. Off to the next one, then the next, and so on and so forth. I found myself comparing every woman to her! I tried to stop, but it never failed. 'Y/N would have handled that differently. Y/N makes this better.' Sometimes I can't sleep knowing I destroyed my family and hurt her. She didn't deserve that, I didn't deserve her. I want to make things right, Wayne."

"Son, I'd be surprised if there weren't about a hundred men trying to break down her door for a chance. She's not like these Hollywood girls. She's a genuine and caring person. You better act quickly before someone beats you to it." Wayne huffed.

You walk back into the living room. 

"I gotta go. I promised Luna I'd have a few drinks with her before I go home, and my taxi should be here soon."

"Well, sweetheart, it was good to see you. I hope I see you a few more times while I'm visiting." Wayne said as he hugged you. 

"It was good seeing you too, Dad. Ya know you should move here when you retire. I'd love for you to see Evelyn more. She needs her granddad around."

"Did Eddie put you up to this??"

"Oh, no!" You smiled and winked at Eddie. 

"Wayne, just think about it." Eddie stated. 

"Fine, I'll think about it."

"My taxi is here. Thanks for dinner, Eddie. Goodnight."

"Maybe you're meant to be together? You really need to talk to him, or you can ignore it, move on with Keanu, and keep second guessing yourself. "

Not only was Luna your babysitter, but she was your best and pretty much only friend out here. She helped pick up the pieces after you kicked Eddie out. She was pretty protective of you. She kept you from making rash decisions in the wake of your breakup that would have landed you on the front cover of the tabloids. But what you didn't know is that she was also a listening ear for Eddie, and she knew how he felt about you. Fortunately, she was a good friend to you both and was unbiased in this situation. She gave you advice when asked, nothing more and nothing less. 

"Luna, I just don't want to go through it again. I can't let a man tell me twice that he doesn't want me."

"Did he ever say he didn't want you? He cheated, I get it. Some people like to have their cake and eat it too. There was nothing wrong with you then. There's nothing wrong with you now."

"I know." You frowned. 

"Y/N, I gotta get going. I have a nanny gig in the morning. I'll call you tomorrow, yeah?" Luna grabbed your hand and squeezed  it as she smiled. 

You stayed and had a few more drinks, and the liquid courage was flowing through your blood. You asked the bartender for the phone. It took you a few drunken tries to dial Eddie's number correctly, but you finally got it. 

"Hello?"

"EDDIE! IT'S ME!"

"Y/N?"

"YESSSSSS! YOU ARE CORRECT, SIR!" You drunkenly yell through the phone. 

"Why are you yelling? Are you drunk??" Eddie questioned. 

"I'm sorry, Eddie." You whispered. 

"Y/N, just try to speak in a normal volume. Are you okay? Where are you?"

"Yes, maybe…I don't know. I'm at Sunset Bar."

"Okay, I'll be there in a few minutes. I'll tell Wayne to keep an eye on Evelyn."

Eddie finds you at the bar nursing a glass of water.  He thanks the bartender for keeping an eye on you. 

"You lush." Eddie chuckled as he grabbed you by the waist. 

"Let's get you home, Princess."

"Thank you, Eddie. Will you make a fluffernutter when we get home?" You murmured. 

"Anything for you." Eddie smiled. 

You sat in the seat and stared at Eddie. You admired his profile. He had his hair pulled back into a ponytail with a few strands of his wavy hair in his face, and he had a fresh undercut. The way the corners of his eyes crinkled when he smiled. When he belted out the words to his favorite songs, the veins in his neck would bulge. You could feel the wetness pooling in your panties. You reached over and lightly scratched the back of his head, feeling the prickly hairs on the tip of your fingers. 

"Mm, that feels really good."

"I bet it does. You know what else would feel really good?"

"Hmm?" Eddie hummed as he gave you a side glance with a raised eyebrow. 

"Your fat cock deep inside me."

Eddie's ring clad hands gripped the wheel tightly, his knuckles whiting. 

"Fuck, Princess are you sure? You've been drinking. I don't think we should."

"I'm a little drunk, yes, but I know exactly what I want, Sir." You grinned. 

"Y/N, you don't even know what that does to me. Thank god we're almost home."

Eddie ups the speed a little, making it to the gate, pushing the access button repeatedly, trying to get it open as quickly as possible. You start to unbutton the top of your dress as Eddie pulls up to your house and places the car in park. You take off your seat belt and press the release button on Eddie's. You're straddling him before he knows it, his bulge pressed against your warm, wet core. 

"Sweetheart, you couldn't wait until we got inside?"

"No, Eddie. I need you inside me now! I need to feel you. I need to feel something other than these god damn conflicting feelings I have for you! Please, I'm begging you." You pouted.

You left Eddie speechless. All he could do at this moment was to grab your face and kiss you. Your lips pressed against his hard, tongues rolling over each other.  He breaks away, grabbing you by the back of your neck, he licks the side of your neck and reaches your ear. 

"You're so fucking needy, I love it when you beg." He growled. 

Eddie pulls on the handle to lean his seat back. He reaches up your dress to find your panties. 

"Oh, baby, I hope these aren't your favorite panties." Eddie grinned.

He pulls out his switchblade and cuts your panties off you and tosses them in the passenger seat—You haven't seen Eddie like this in a very long time. Sure you'd let him paddle you every so often and do a little dom/sub play, but he was always so soft spoken and well mannered ever since you decided to start hooking up,b afraid of fucking things up more. He unbuckled his belt and undid his pants, releasing his hard member,  pre cum already forming at the tip. You firmly grab it to line up to your soaking wet entrance. 

"Wait, I don't have any condoms. Did you bring any?"

"No, I didn't. I'm out, and right now, I really don't care. Just don't cum in me."

You gasp as you sink down on Eddie's thick cock. You feel a pleasurable burn as he stretches you out. He grabs on to your hips as you start riding him. 

"Fuck, your so wet for me, Princess. All that for me?" Eddie breathes haggardly.

"Mm, yes, it's all for you, Eds. Your dick.. f-f-feels so fucking good!"

"I've missed being inside you, your tight pussy gripping around my cock. Fuck, if you keep riding me like this, I don't know how long I'll last, Princess."

You love it when he calls you "Princess", it sparks the fire growing in your stomach.  Eddie's thumb finds your swollen clit and rubs it with a little bit of pressure. Your breath starts to hitch. 

"There it is. I know you're close, sweetheart. I want you to cum for me, cream all over my dick."

With your hands on Eddie's chest, you lean slightly forward, your hips roll desperately to reach your orgasm. Eddie frantically runs circles on your throbbing clit.  

"FFFUUUUCCCKK!" You yell as you dissolve into pleasure. 

You keep riding Eddie while you ride out your orgasm.

"Princess, I-I'm.. you gotta get off, or I'm gonna bust in you!"

You're already chasing your second orgasm.

"Mmm Eds, I-I-I can't stop! I'm cumming again!" You panted. 

Eddie holds you down by your hips as you both reach climax. He spills himself into you, covering your pulsing walls, clenching around him, milking every last bit of him. 

You fall on to his chest, trying to catch your breath. 

"Eddie…I-I love you." You breathed. 

"I love you too, Princess." He huffed. 

"Y/N, as much as I love being in this, uh situation with you, I think we should go into the house and get cleaned up."

"Yeah, you're right." You giggled. 

You're both laying in bed after your shower together, your head resting on his chest.

"I love you, Y/N. I'm sorry that I hurt you. I wish I could take everything back." Eddie whispered into your hair. 

"Then why did you do it? I know I'm not pretty like the groupies on tour or the women out here. Why wasn't I enough for you?" Your voice trembled.

"You're gorgeous, Y/N. You were when we first met, and you'll always be. You were enough. I was just a scared little boy. Everything happened so fast, getting signed, Evelyn, moving to California…I just didn't know how to handle it all, and I didn't know how to tell you."

You sat up to look Eddie in the eyes. 

"Eddie, look at me. You could have told me anything. We've shared so many secrets that we knew each other inside and out. Whatever the world threw at us, we were in it together." You cried. 

Eddie held you in his arms. 

"Shh, I know. I fucked up. I'm sorry Y/N. I'll do better…if you let me try."

"I..I don't know, Eddie." You sniffled.

You eventually fell asleep in his arms. Only to wake up in an empty bed. You roll out of bed and make your way to the kitchen. Eddie is sitting at the table having a cup of coffee. There was a lull in the air. 

"Good morning, Eds." You smiled. 

"So when were you going to tell me that you've been seeing someone else? Keanu fucking Reeves of all people!"

"We're not that serious. We're not exclusive. And why does it matter who I'm seeing or if I'm seeing anyone? You're the last person who should be concerned about my dating life." You snapped. 

"Well he sounded pretty fucking serious in the message he left this morning!" Eddie bellowed.

"Does he know about us?"

"He knows what you put me through."

"So he doesn't know that you call me over here to fuck you senseless when you want to get off?.... Are you fucking him?"

"What? That's none of your god damn business, Eddie. I'm single, I can do as I please. YOU! YOU CHOSE THIS FOR ME WHEN YOU DECIDED TO FUCK EVERY BITCH FROM HERE TO THE EAST COAST AND LIE TO ME UNTIL ONE OF THEM HAD THE GUTS TO TELL ME THE TRUTH!" You sobbed. 

"Fuck, Eds. I love you, but how do I know you won't cheat on me again? I would look so fucking stupid for trusting you with my heart again."

"... Why him?"

" I dunno, he's nice. He makes me feel seen and heard. I know where I stand with him. He knows I have responsibilities, and he supports me pursuing my passion in art. If it wasn't him, Eds, I'm sure it would have been one of the plethora of guys that came around after we broke up. I didn't realize people knew who I was, but obviously, others were paying attention to me."

You could see that Eddie was disappointed in himself. His eyes were darting back and forth. He seemed like he was analyzing an invisible piece of code on the table.

"Let's get married!" Eddie blurted. 

"Eddie, you can't do that to me! This isn't going to magically solve any of this."

"You love me, right? And I love you. Let's do this!"

"Eds, it's going to take a lot for us to even get to the idea of marriage. Maybe…we should stop having sex…take a break…just strictly co parent."

By this time, Eddie has already standing next to you at the counter, arms folded. 

"Is that what you really want?" 

"I think it would be best for now. We can figure out what we really want out of this, if we even want it." You sighed. 

"I know what I want, and I'll fight for it. Even if I have to burn this world to the ground. But if this is what you want, I'll respect it. " Eddie muttered. 

"Thank you, Eddie. I think you should get back to Wayne and Evelyn. I'm gonna hop in the shower and gather myself. Lock the door when you leave, please?"

"Sure thing. I'll see you later."

You head to your room and start your shower. Before Eddie leaves, he picks up the phone and dials *69. The phone rings a few times before Keanu picks up. 

"Hello?"

"Look fucko, whatever you think you have with Y/N, you don't anymore. Leave her the fuck alone." Eddie gritted through his teeth with a clenched jaw. 

"Oh, this must be Eddie, her ex that cheated on her while she was pregnant and up until the point she kicked you out. Look dude, she's a big girl, she can make her own decisions. We're having fun and living in the moment. But I do see myself pursuing this for the long run. May the best man win, bud." Keanu chuckled. 

"Yeah? Well… Dogstar is dog shit!" Eddie yells before he hangs up. 

'What an asshole.' Thought Eddie.

When you came back out, Eddie was already gone. You weren't sure if you did the right thing or not. Maybe you should have broken things off with Keanu. You decided to grab some breakfast at your favorite diner. As soon as you were leaving the phone range. 

"Hello?"

"Hey there, beautiful, how are you?"

"Hey, Keanu! I'm okay, a bit hungry, so I'm on my way to get some breakfast. How are you?"

"I'm great, just missing you. Would you be able to have dinner with me tonight?"

"Oh, you're coming home early? Yeah, Evelyn is with Eddie and her granddad for the week. So I'm hanging solo."

"Unfortunately, I'm not coming home early, but I'd like to fly you out for a few days, if that's okay?"

"Of course! I'll let Eddie know that I'm going out of town for a few days."

"Perfect. I'll have a driver pick you up in two hours. Don't worry about packing, we'll go shopping. See you later, Y/N."

"Bye, Keanu."

You're all smiles and butterflies. You grab your sunglasses and head out the door to the diner. In a few hours, you'll be in the arms of another man. Did it make you feel bad? A bit, but you deserved to be happy. 

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A/n- I feel like I formatted weird due to the amount of dialogue or maybe it's just me ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ let me know what you think. Leave comments, reblog, and like. It's greatly appreciated.

Tag list: @marvelnbangtanslut @bimbobaggins69 @heyyimmisunderstood @hiscrimsonangel @sweet-villain

[etherealys]

BIOGRAPHY. DOSSIER. VISUALS. CONNECTIONS.

it's kim dongjae (dj), who is the lead rapper of phoenix. i’ve heard whispers that the 23 year old is pretty flambouyant but lowkey aloof. also, don’t they remind you of lee donghyuck (haechan) ?

- ̗̀tw: death, self-harm, blood & depression ̖́-

for as long as they could remember, dj was praised for their charming smile and ever so siren-like voice. their parents were ecstatic about their innate musical and theatrical abilities and was thrusted into the limelight from an early age. from commercials, to modeling, even trying to excel at every instrument their parents could possibly sign them up for, their life was jam packed full of money-making opportunities that just seemed endless. they couldn’t take a break from it even if they wanted to. it wasn’t until they became 11 years old that a genetic disease took over their immune system so viscerally that it costed them their tonsils to be removed and caused dj to develop vocal nodules. doctors informed their parents that the healing process would take months or even years— a fact that would crush their parents’ dreams of nurturing a starchild. and while dj was sad about the news, there were no more jobs waiting for them day after day. in their prepubescent state, they were free. free to do as they chose, to become what they wanted to be, anything was possible. or so that’s what it seemed.

( denial. every doctor they were taken to for future checkups said the same thing over and over— dongjae would need to heal first, and it could be anywhere between 3 months to a few years. their parents couldn’t believe their ears, hearing the same mangled words reverberating in their greedy skulls. they were now expected to go back to being an senior vice president of a law firm and surgeon— two high enough paying jobs that they had no reason for their child to have to bear the weight of overworking and exhaustion. this fact would anger dj years later, and perhaps became the main reason why they don’t keep in contact with their parents anymore. )

ii. being the prodigy child to parents that kept wanting more, dongjae found that there was too much to bare, too much at stake, if they didn’t do as they were told. at age three, they could recite the alphabet in 4 different languages. at five, they excelled at playing the piano and knew symphonies just by watching others. at nine, they made it into second place at an international spelling bee. thirteen, already a freshman in high school. fourteen, fifteen, the years had went. student body president, captain of the varsity chess club, leader of every charity imaginable, lead vocalist in the school choir, 3 years fully healed from their previous surgeries. but it was never enough. the attention they craved from their parents never came. not in the way that they were used to. they felt detached from their family because of something they had absolutely no control over, and by time they graduated at sixteen, well above their peers as valedictorian, no one had even batted an eye. when the heads were down and the reasonable amount of clapping they had done at dj’s speech without a single warm, recognizable face in the crowd save for their butler second father, dj was ready to give up. the seemingly perfect child, but never good enough.  

( anger. after years of harnessing dj’s skills for greater things, to make them the biggest star the world had ever seen, only for it to go to waste was yoona and oliver’s biggest disappointment. more so after dj showed no interest in the musical arts even with their past experience and history of great achievements, their parents became hyperfocused on their jobs, much too busy to tend to any of their children— with dj being the youngest and the rest of their siblings already cutting contact with their parents long before they entered high school, they were left to be tended to by butlers and maids that would send them pitiful looks when they thought dj wasn’t looking. they always noticed. )

iii. they had gotten used to being tossed aside and forgotten despite any and all attempts to gain their parent’s approval again. the trophy case that sat in the foyer of their mansion becoming yet another disappointment to the family name. the blame was simply put — their parents would rather have the fame than their own child. and they made it clear every time dj made an effort to make a name for themselves. they began to gravitate away from the only people they ever wanted love from slowly, but surely. their siblings were none the wiser how their youngest was treated after they left. oh, how they ENVIED their brothers and sister, and the way they didn’t have to endure what they had to (dj would learn later on that they, indeed, had to endure it— every single kim sibling a sort of … experiment).

( depression. how could they make it up to them ? to want to sing again, to be the person that their parents desperately longed for them to be. having to do their best no matter the cost to earn some semblance of attention when all their parents ever did was ignore them. was always on the edge of snapping, each troubling night becoming worse and worse for their mind. they did everything to redeem themselves, but nothing was ever really worth more than a head turn the other way. dj’s daily routine went from taking who-knows-how-many hour naps and waking up only to look themselves in the mirror and see their own reflection, imperfect and unlovable. words ran through their head at every cut, all the blood seeping through the cuts on their legs and onto the cold, marble flooring in the bathroom, tears welling up in their eyes at the thought of never earning their approval again. )

iv. by seventeen, their head was a mess of emotions and unexplainable certainties about themselves and their barely functioning family ━━━ running on 3-4 cups of coffee before lectures, and often times never slept at night. dj was ready to give up, take a share of their family’s fortune and make it out on their own ( because if they were meant to learn from anything their parents put them through, efforts being wasted, to how they were never going to be appreciated by the only people they thought would cut them some SLACK, it would be not to trust those close to them ). why wait until it was too late to start anew and forget the past ? though, it wasn’t long after his eighteenth birthday that their parents would eventually kick their own child out, leaving them with a duffel bag full of his clothes and personal belongings ( at least they had some kind of dignity left within them, dj would recall thinking ), and barely enough money to live off of for a week. 

( bargaining. dongjae only had one choice and shot at this— they auditioned for infinite entertainment. the recruiters recognized them from their past work (the only thing that dj would be thankful for at that moment) and became a trainee basically overnight. they worked a thankless job at a café too mainstream for their taste, but lived with it if they wanted to keep paying for the training. after living dorm life for a few months, on top of brushing up on their abilities and swearing off singing in favour of rapping and dancing, dj ended up debuting not long after— a fact that would still surprise them to this day. )

v. their father’s last words on a hospital bed were something dj could never let go of, for they were the one of the few he has ever spoken to them in the last nineteen years. why should they even CARE ? oh, but you do, don’t you? ( you are a FUCKING disgrace to this family. ) it was the last thing they wanted from him, and afterwards, dj simply got up and left. how COULD he ? the only child that even bothered to visit him in his last moments ? dongjae has never had more of a drive to strive in order to become something of themselves than in that moment. unbelievable ! the nerve of him, they had thought. but it hadn’t mattered one bit, for dj had never felt so alive. filled with rage and relief and grief … they’ve never been happier. that was the last time they ever spoken to their parents, the family that they were never really apart of since they were 11, and the last time they would ever come to even think of them. good fucking RIDDANCE.

( acceptance. that was it. that was the final straw that drove dj away from the lack of love, and lack of parents. their saddening childhood made them into the person they are today, and there was no way in hell that they would give it up. no one had picked up the pieces but themselves all these years, and they won’t have to ask in the future. perhaps their mother would have a chance to look at the tabloids once in a while to finally realize that dj was doing just fine without them. )

they attended the funeral with a stone cold expression, and had been present when the will was read, even when nothing was given to them. they remained that way as the family’s butler dropped them off at the dorms they stayed at, having debuted only two years prior, and merely said ‘ goodbye ’ before hurrying upstairs to their room on the third floor of the thirteen story building, a boulder of weight lifted from their shoulders.

[ammonitetheseaserpent]

Next chapter! This one’s a little different - you’ll see how. :3

Both this chapter and the one after it are gonna be a bit shorter, and you might notice the connection w/ both their titles, as they’re parallels in one way or another.

Tide of Tied Minds

Chapter 3: We’re not so scary

Summary: King and his cosmic cohort discover more about their mental link.

Word Count: 841

Trigger Warnings: out-of-body experience (you know the drill)

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During the many thousands of years they’ve existed (probably more; they honestly lost count a while ago) the Collector has seen and known way more than any mortal could ever hope to - and he’d be lying through his teeth if he said he weren’t proud of that.

Out of all the things they’ve ever heard of, though, sleep is something they still don’t get; probably because he’s never actually done it before.

That said, after relishing freedom for the first time in… ten forevers, maybe more, and getting to play games with his Titan buddy King like he’s wanted to for so long, something feels… different, in a good way, sort of like how they felt talking to King in their pocket-realm prison.

He feels almost totally relaxed - and, before they know it, time slips away from him like a tricky playmate.

And the next time he opens his eyes, they’re at the biggest loss they’ve ever been.

The space surrounding the Collector is nowhere near familiar, but the feelings it comes with are - in the worst way. The air feels like fear, and… and despair - the deep, helpless kind that comes with having nowhere to run. The place is pitch-dark and doesn’t really have any sort of shape to it; it’s wild and confining.

This is a dream, they know without knowing.

The first person he sees is King, who’s being chased by a bunch of jagged, shadowy figures wearing Titan skulls and carrying all sorts of weapons.

Ooohhhh.

This is his dream, not theirs.

Leading the pack is a short, old-looking shadow guy that, to the Collector, seems familiar. Sorta. Very vaguely. Vaguely in an almost friend-ish kinda way.

What’s his name?

Oh yeah, Bill.

Many times the Collector tries to get King’s eyes on them, but in vain. The starchild frowns to himself. How is he supposed to play with King if his friend can’t even see him?

Time to be somewhere else, Titan buddy, the Collector decides.

And with that, he reaches down and casually plucks King out of the chase.

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One moment, he’s being chased down by some of the worst enemies he’s made. The next moment, he feels something like fingers pulling him up by the scruff, accompanied by the sensation of being sucked out of something, and the scene around him distorts, blurs, phases into nothing.

When King is able to get his bearings (as well as his footing) again, he turns around to see-

“Hi!”

“Weh!”

He nearly falls over, startled, at the sight of the Collector’s face about a foot away from his, fixing him with an intent stare and a straight-laced smile.

“Wh- how did you-“

“-get in here?” the Collector finishes with a shrug. “I ‘unno. I just kinda… ended up in your dream-thing, and you couldn’t see me, so I picked you up and put you somewhere else.”

King glances away from the starchild and scans his surroundings - which consist of a desert-like landscape, speckled with plants and moss of strange colors. The occasional pale, almost bone-like tree contains a hollow space that shows a picture of some kind. At a certain point begins a darker, more closed-in space with almost cathedral-looking hallways that are covered in overgrowth and strange symbols. Marking the divide between the two areas is a massive piece of bone, almost like a chipped-off horn.

As a curious Collector looks around as well, their eyes widen and realization dawns on his face. “Oooohhhhh… hey, King,” - they turn to face him with a bright grin - “I think we’re in your mindscape! Pretty neat, huh?”

Mindscape? King squints at the terrain, muddling over this. He’d been around for a couple situations where a mind spell had been cast, but he’d never come close to actually seeing one - and he’d certainly never expected to see his own, for as far he’d known, that could never happen with a normal mind spell.

But if the Collector hadn’t used one of those spells…

Wait…

A memory. Approaching a round stone tablet to set it aflame with a torch, hearing a brief bout of childlike laughter, and the Titan Trapper he’d presumed to be his father declaring, “The connection has been made.”

This connection was what had allowed him to visit his cosmic cohort in their former prison; that much he’d figured out. But he hadn’t thought about this link any further until now.

Huh…

“Wait-“ King chirps, as the Collector’s first statement finally registers. “Eh- hang on- Did you say you… pulled me out of my dream?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah.” The Collector looks up from running sand through their fingers. “Like I said, you couldn’t see me.”

“Well… uh. Thanks.”

The PJ-clad cosmic entity giggles at that, facing their smaller friend with a playful, impish grin. “Plus, hey, those guys looked like they were really having fun chasing you around, and that’s my job.”

Not for the first time, King can’t completely say whether or not the Collector is joking.

[lazybakerart]

Please hit us with your thoughts on tattoos Billy gets over his life time! I always imagine that as he goes through it he might get a special handful that are meaningful to him. He might get one to celebrate moving back to Cali and escaping Neil. Maybe he gets one for his first metallica concert he saw with Steve. ((As he starts fooling around/building a life with Steve he may get a tattoo or two to commemorate it.))

I’m really sold on the idea of older Billy with tattoos so I’m super curious to hear your thoughts!!

((Sorry to fill with so much text but DJDJD imagine— Their five year anniversary and Billy gets Stevie written across the tit both because he was drunk and near a tattoo parkour but also because he loves his guy ❤️ And Steve can pretend to be upset about it, offer to pay to get it removed, but Billy waves it off because he’s so sure about them and he’s so sure about Steve there is just no room for doubt in his big blue eyes and Steve hasn’t had that with anyone ever so he just gets all soft and fluttery about it))

billy covers himself in band tattoos. gets gene simmon's face on his thigh. starchild on the back of his knee. gets skulls and devil horns and angel wings. barbed wire around his bicep. he doesn't think much about his tattoos. he sees a shop and goes in and gets one.

then he gets steve's name on his lower back that he manages to keep secret for an entire hour before steve is rubbing lotion on him and kissing each letter of his name and brainstorming where he should get billy's name (billy says, "you don't have to do that." and steve laughs because, "i want you to be with me too.")

then he gets a rose and soon he's growing a garden on his own flesh with his own blood, and this armor that he's spent his life hammering into something tough and intimidating becomes a flowerbed. a place for billy to show the softness inside of him on the outside, that vulnerability, the heart of him that he's been able to grow since getting away from neil, since being on his own, since loving steve and having steve love him back. he wants to scream all that love he has inside of him, that he knows he's capable of now, he wants to prove it and show it to the world.

[oathofkaslana]

collei playlist. cop car mitski. starchild ghost quartet. daffodil f+tm. thick skull paramore.

[darkmatter-nebula]

Little "Lost But Now Found" AU drabble incoming, my dear fellas. Basically, Colli healing King's skull after the Day of Unity was over. Let's go.

Drabble: Colli's Healing Hands

"King, what happend to your head?" Colli asked, clearly concerned. "Well, our airship crashed. That's where I got the cracks." King explained. The celestial child wrapped his arms around his brother. "Hey, don't worry." King tried to reassure the starboy.

"I can heal you, King!" The starchild said, determined to help his brother. As soon as Collector had said that, he used his magic to fix King's skull. "Done! As good as new!" Colli said with a sweet smile. "Thank you, Colli!" King smiled back and hugged the celestial boy. "Anything for you, King." Collector whispered and returned his brother's embrace.

The End

[raichoose-gone]

Send “lethal protection” to have my muse kill someone in order to protect your muse. / Send “the dead can’t hurt you” for your muse to kill someone in order to protect my muse.  - Not Accepting

@wrxthfulguard​ asked:  lethal protection (Stella for main verse or Rei for my Modern AU?) 

She may be on an outing with her brother, and she may be traveling with him to check out a highly talented hellhound’s art gallery, but Stella still doesn’t hesitate:

When she sees Don is in danger, she strikes, a hidden blade concealed under her sleeve now used as a projectile, and one that is buried in the assailant’s skull, at that. 

She approaches, ignoring the gasps and murmurs of passersby. Stella kicks the corpse, the sharp talon on her foot cutting into his skin, only solidifying the death that has taken place at royal hands.

“I don’t doubt you can take care of yourself,” she says, “but no one fucks with the people who matter to my daughter. Consider it a thank you for all you’ve done for my Starchild, yes?” 

// Thank you! Please ask before continuing. 

[the-root-of-all-revolution]

Beyond Borders: The Unseen Connection Between White Artists and Afrofuturist Music

Can white artists make Afrofuturist music? I believe so, but not in the way we might think. It took me months of listening to Jamiroquai to realize the artist I was listening to was not an African American band from the 1970s. Maybe it’s just me, but from the heavy soulful basslines to the powerful vocal performances, Jamiroquai’s music is nearly indistinguishable from the funk music I grew up on. When listening to the song Starchild, I am immediately reminded of the Parliament album, Mothership Connection. The song title is likely a reference to the album’s subtitle, Star Child. When listening to Black Devil Car, I hear influences of Lenny Kravitz’s early rock music, like Mr. Cab Driver.

British bands recreating popular American music styles is nothing new. The rock scene of the 1960s and 1970s is particularly noteworthy for its popular British bands. In fact, the reason for both of these have a similar origin: African American music. American music genres are defined by similar origins: Folk, which arises from negro spirituals; Jazz and Blues, which gained popularity after Emancipation, and of course, African rhythms which enslaved people carried with them through colonization. Because African American musicians and their art were so marginalized, African American music genres were able to develop separately from the mainstream. Music created by Black people did not often resonate with white audiences, who enforced a strict distinction between the racial classes in the county. In the United Kingdom, on the other hand, Black American music was more widely accepted. As such, these styles were integrated into their rock music much earlier than in the United States. When American audiences heard this music which unknowingly originated in their own backyards, they fell in love with the sound. Thus, the British invasion was born. 

A similar effect occurred with funk music. Groups such as Jamiroquai would have likely grown up on music such as Parliament, Funkadelic, James Brown, and other traditionally Black music white audiences in the United States simply weren’t exposed to. The difference here is the closeness with the different styles, and the temporal distinctions of each’s popularity. The influence of Afrofuturism in music is present in plenty of traditionally Black genres. For British artists, when the music crossed the Atlantic, so did Afrofuturism. Starchild by Jamiroquai is about a cult leader who convinces his followers a lost skull is descended from an alien. The message here is not exactly Afrofuturism, but the inspiration undoubtedly is.

[chelouvellou]

Cloakroom - "Starchild Skull" (Official Music Video)

[muznew]

Beatport Closing Essentials 2023: Dubstep

- Artists: Beatport DATE CREATED: 2023-11-07 GENRES: Dubstep Tracklist : 1. deadmau5, Rob Swire, Jauz - Ghosts 'n' Stuff (Jauz Remix) (Original Mix) 2. MVRDA - RIOOT(Original Mix) 3. Kai Wachi, Sullivan King - Riot(Kompany Remix) 4. Typhon, Hayve - Money Moves(Original Mix) 5. Jessica Audiffred - Stay With Me(Original Mix) 6. Tape B, Wooli - Dopamine(Original Mix) 7. MUERTE - BODY OF BONES (feat. JiLLi)(Original Mix) 8. Hekler - WORK IT(Original Mix) 9. Buku, SubDocta - Sweet & Sour(Original Mix) 10. Shlump, Sarah Hudson, LSDREAM - STARCHILD(Sippy Remix) 11. Black Tiger Sex Machine, Kai Wachi, Wasiu - Skull Machine(Original Mix) 12. Roniit, Deadcrow, Ace Aura - WAIT4U feat. Roniit(Original Mix) 13. Habstrakt, SampliFire - Tonight(Samplifire Remix) 14. Madcore, Whitenoiz - Axion(Original Mix) 15. Persona Non Grata, Dr. Ushūu, BADVOID - KEEP IT HARDCORE (DR. USHUU REMIX)(Original Mix) 16. Neotek, Jacknife, Bella Renee - Breathless(Original Mix) 17. Read the full article

[djmusicbest]

Beatport Closing Essentials 2023: Dubstep

- Artists: Beatport DATE CREATED: 2023-11-07 GENRES: Dubstep Tracklist : 1. deadmau5, Rob Swire, Jauz - Ghosts 'n' Stuff (Jauz Remix) (Original Mix) 2. MVRDA - RIOOT(Original Mix) 3. Kai Wachi, Sullivan King - Riot(Kompany Remix) 4. Typhon, Hayve - Money Moves(Original Mix) 5. Jessica Audiffred - Stay With Me(Original Mix) 6. Tape B, Wooli - Dopamine(Original Mix) 7. MUERTE - BODY OF BONES (feat. JiLLi)(Original Mix) 8. Hekler - WORK IT(Original Mix) 9. Buku, SubDocta - Sweet & Sour(Original Mix) 10. Shlump, Sarah Hudson, LSDREAM - STARCHILD(Sippy Remix) 11. Black Tiger Sex Machine, Kai Wachi, Wasiu - Skull Machine(Original Mix) 12. Roniit, Deadcrow, Ace Aura - WAIT4U feat. Roniit(Original Mix) 13. Habstrakt, SampliFire - Tonight(Samplifire Remix) 14. Madcore, Whitenoiz - Axion(Original Mix) 15. Persona Non Grata, Dr. Ushūu, BADVOID - KEEP IT HARDCORE (DR. USHUU REMIX)(Original Mix) 16. Neotek, Jacknife, Bella Renee - Breathless(Original Mix) 17. Read the full article

[eritvita]

[ blend in ] receiver tries to blend in at the ball and remain unseen, but sender notices and approaches them.

@winterfollows

Roland starts, felt the cool, familiar palm at his lower back and wreathed in his garment of impossible colors, reflecting the refracting Light of a cosmic chameleon: borne his impossible Standing as that starchilde ready to mimic Humanity; a glint of numerable eyes and follicles of hair sifting through sharp keratin, refracting horns of gold, silver, jutting, sharp edges of raw quartz what seemingly split from the cracks of Roland's not-skull past that swatch of a velvet-and-green-silk mask.

The fizzling berth of his champagne almost spills at his startling, and whips he to turn, yea, and then to look down for that shaved line of a matching Height. 'Tis the eyetint of white, that shade of iced blue, what reminds Roland of Love, of foaming beer and naked, long limbs what dance in the gleam of a hefty bonfire, naked and smelling of sweat and of solid, black earth betwixt toes and staining pristine skin.

"Haleir!" calls Roland, his voice echoing, brought up from the center of the Universe like the ringing sounds of a clarion Shell. "Opaline Beloved! Whence didst thou arrive?" And beneath that swirling undulation of white-and-gold bone dost the amalgamation of Roland's gestures continue and hint 'twards a bright amiability of a cheerful grin.

PROMPTS FOR LAVISH BALLS, PARTIES, AND SECRETS .

[kungseyesfr]

In the 1930’s, in a small rural village 100 miles southwest of Chihuahua, Mexico, at the back of a mine tunnel, two mysterious remains were found: a complete human skeleton and a smaller, malformed skeleton.

In late February of 1999, Lloyd Pye was first shown the Starchild skull by its owners. Nameless then, it was a highly anomalous skull. He initially felt it would prove to be a rare genetic deformity of some kind. This skull’s symmetry was astonishing, even more so than the average human. In fact, all of its bones—most of which had human counterparts—were beautifully shaped. But shaped like what? Solving many questions that this unusual skull presented became his challenge.

[ad name=”Adsense160x600blue”] Things have moved ahead at quite a pace since we last communicated about the Starchild. In that interim, we’ve recovered 9.5% of its entire mitochondrial DNA genome, more than enough to be statistically significant. Also, we lucked into 8.5% of one of the most important genes in a human body, the FOXP2 gene. Again, more than enough to be statistically significant. What both partial recoveries tell us is that without a shadow of doubt, when the entire genome is recovered, whenever we have the funding to do that, it will read out as not even in the ballpark of human. So this really IS history unfolding for us, and it’s as big as history gets.

To catch up on the latest information, please watch the video at the link below. It starts with a 90-second intro that is designed to intrigue “newbies” enough to make them at least start into the 17 minutes of video that follow. In those 17 minutes, you’ll see an analysis of the DNA situation and the physical anomalies, plus responses to internet skeptics and critics desperate to keep a lid on every form of paradigm-busting information. I think you’ll find it well worth your time, and please consider sharing it with anyone you think might be interested.

With such strongly convincing evidence in hand, it’s time to use it to provide a major push out to those who are not yet aware of the Starchild, and who don’t realize it is poised to demolish the mainstream assurance that we humans exist alone in the universe. Nothing could be further from the truth.

90 second intro to the Starchild, a 900 year old human-like skull

containing non-human DNA

These are ancestors the ones with no human DNA 🧬 are the ancient race that came before us. Atlantean / Lemurians / Mu the civilisations that were so advanced they were the builders of the pyramids world wide. They lost their race and tried hard to educate us. Before they eventually died out. A race so old they hunted dinosaurs before the ice age. And had power flight and much more. These are the peoples that predate the written history. And modern religion DONT want us to know about them. History is a lie !!!