#bad omens cd

[calleyx13]

I AM SO FREAKING HAPPY 😭🩷

[warehouseontheriver]

𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥 𝔬𝔣 𝔭𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔡 + 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔢 𝔧𝔲𝔫𝔤𝔩𝔢 [𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔬𝔰𝔱] - 𝔧𝔞𝔭𝔞𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔩𝔲𝔵𝔢 𝔢𝔡𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 (?/500)

[aquareegia]

Finally! You have no idea how long it took me to find these two albums, without having to sell an arm and a leg for shipping. 😭🙏

[chococookiez]

need to get the death of peace of mind as a cd at some point. not for me, but for my dad, who i think has a thing for noah sebastian. no i will not elaborate

[obssessive101]

I have never in my life had a CD be so hard to get as 'the death of peace of mind' 😭 it's literally sold out or on backorder everywhere for the next two months wtf

[babygorewhore]

I’ll follow you until you love me.

The moment Eddie Munson saw you, he thought you were perfect and once he finds your social media, it gives him insight into your world. But he can’t get enough of you. Eddie can’t stop himself from acting on his desire to follow you. Eddie is determined to make you his. But maybe he’s not as subtle as he thinks.

This is my installment of a shared universe with a mutual. Who will be writing her installment of this universe soon.

Warnings! Smut! 18plus only! Stalker! Eddie. Obsession. Oral! Fem recieving! Unprotected PnV! Fem reader is alternative/goth in this. Eddie is a Bartender. I’m sick and I edited once so if you saw mistakes ignore them.

Eddie knew he was breaking some sort of code. But he couldn’t find it in himself to stop. He was…addicted. You weren’t even friends. Friendly at best. He knew you for only a couple of weeks. Your parents owned his favorite music store and he was sorting through the collection of Black Sabbath CDs when he saw you for the first time in the same aisle.

He immediately fell for you. Everything about you was perfect. Your body. Your face. Your clothes. Your voice. Eddie was completely mesmerized when you both had a conversation about why CDs were essential to the music listening experience. It took everything in him not to kiss you and ruin your pretty lipstick.

As soon as he was alone in his van, he yanked out his phone. Typed in your name and hunted for any sign of accounts you had. He didn’t even use his social media but you would be the exception. You were everything. After several minutes, he finally found your pretty picture. He sighed and leaned back in the seat.

It was your instagram. And in your bio you listed your tik tok, twitter and even your Facebook. Jackpot. Eddie’s eyes scanned over your uploads, his breathing getting heavier. It was almost as if he had a taste of your life. Your world.

The whole week in between his shift at work and when he came home, he devoured everything you posted. He watched every video you reposted, he needed to know your humor, your likes, your dislikes. He couldn’t tear himself away from looking at you.

One night, you posted your work schedule for the next week at the music store. And that’s when he decided he needed to see you again.

His shift ended at the Hawkins bar two hours after he originally planned because some fuckwad didn’t know how to show up on time. The music store would only be open for another hour so he raced to his van and probably broke three laws speeding to the building.

He speedily parked, exited and practiced in his head what he would say. He needs a copy of the band you liked Bad Omens. You posted about them all the time. Eddie needed the physical copy. Something you both talked about so it wouldn’t be weird if he asked for a disc. He inhaled and pushed open the door, glancing around as the bell rung. A collection of people were here, he tried to keep his cool. The CDS. His hair was tied into a bun and he wore all black just like you always did. He shook his head and confidently strides to the shelves.

It was different. More organized. All the decades were correct. Everything was straightened. You had the magic touch. Eddie smiled when his fingers grazed over the plastic, you had touched these. He saw Bad omens right away, but he came here for help. He purposely took a step back and wore a confused expression.

“Eddie?” There. There you were. His cock twitched. Goosebumps rose on his skin. He didn’t turn right away, no. You wouldn’t get it that easy. As badly as he wanted to turn around and-

Your hand gently grazed his shoulder. He wanted to rip off his leather jacket to feel your fingers on his bare skin and his breath shuddered. Finally, he shifted in your direction. Eddie almost kissed you. He had to plant his feet heavily on the floor to prevent himself. Your eyes were soft, searching his brown irises. Small crinkles around your brows showed hours of work but your mouth was curved into a polite, curious smile. You wore all black, a bad omens shirt, leggings and boots. A small name tag was right above your heart. You looked perfect. But he focused on your lipstick, the same you wore that first day. He wanted to smear your makeup. Make it run down your face while you were on your knees. He wanted to grip your hair and guide you through-

“It is Eddie, right? Don’t tell me I forgot.” He jerked his head.

“Yes. It’s Eddie. I’m glad you’re here. I’m in serious need of a music recommendation,” Eddie internally melted when you flashed him a grin.

“Well, I’m happy to assist you. I’m assuming you want this in the form of a CD?” You gave him a knowing look.

He clapped his hands. “ You remembered that. Yes. Always.” You giggled and you extended your hand towards the collection of CDs on the shelves.

“What sound are you looking for? I know you like metal. But do you want a classic recommendation, something underrated or unknown?” You sounded so considerate. You were doing your job, he knew that. But he clung to whatever interest you gave him.

“Honestly, what are you listening too? I want something different. You can only listen to so much Metallica and Black Sabbath,” Eddie dramatically pressed a finger to his lips. “Don’t tell anyone I said that.”

You nodded in kind. “Your secret is safe with me. But I can’t believe you’re actually asking for my opinion.”

“Why? I mean, I’d assume someone who shares my appreciation for metal has great taste.” He saw you from the corner of his eye, you dip your head down for a second. He needed to pace this conversation, withhold what he knows. He just needs to keep hearing your voice. He was almost trembling from the way you were accepting his attempts at charm.

“I mean-If I’m being honest. My favorite band is Bad Omens.” Eddie raised his eyebrows and nodded towards your shirt. His shoulders relaxed. Finally. This was how it went in his head.

“I haven’t listened to them. I’ve seen them on tik tok, but I just haven’t dived in.” He hoped you believed his lie.

“Excuse me?” You both turned and a older man stood at the entrance. Wearing a guns and roses shirt and light blue jeans. “I need help.”

Eddie’s chest burned. No, no, no. He just got you talking. You face him with a shadow of disappointment dancing across your features. He wanted to scream at the man but he had to stay calm. He couldn’t risk you seeing him differently. You didn’t hardly know him.

Yet.

“I’m sorry, Eddie. Gotta help him. But the CD is right there, and if you ring the bell someone will check you out. It was nice seeing you! I hope you like it!”

He was struggling to bury his anger even long after he paid for the album and made his way home. Eddie paced his room. You. You were so beautiful. So sweet. He wanted to keep listening to you talk. He wanted to know every single band you loved. He wanted-no, he needed more of you. He dug his phone out of his pocket.

Settling on his bed, knees spread apart, his thump quickly found your profile. You had so many followers. So many people watching, commenting and sharing with you online. He clenched his jaw when he looked at your story. Eddie blinked at the loud music attached. You had a closed lipped smile and your eyes were shut. And the caption talked about how much you hated rude customers. But then he recognized the song. It was Bad Omens.

He chewed his bottom lip. Was that because of him? Were you thinking about him? The same way he thought of you? He turned up the volume. Listened carefully. Was this song on the album he bought? He picked up the bag and yanked out the plastic, reading the song list on the back . Yes. It was. Eddie pressed the CD against his chest. You touched it. He brought it higher, over his chin until his lips pressed against it. He held it against his mouth, while he stared at your photo.

Eddie had memorized your work schedule. Maybe he could stop by again tomorrow. Fuck, he couldn’t. He had to work and It was too soon. You would be confused.

He couldn’t fit anymore CDs on his shelf but he would fucking build a new one if that meant he could buy more from you.

The next day he was in his car. Parked across the street with a few cars giving distance from the music store. He didn’t plan it. He was going into work in a hour. But He just needed to see you. Just look at you. That’s it. A death of Peace of mind album was playing in his van and his jaw was clenching so hard from waiting for you to step out. He had fell asleep with his phone on his chest from frantically scrolling on your profile last night.

He didn’t know how his resolution disappeared so quickly. But he couldn’t stop thinking about how sweet you were. How quickly his conversation with you ended. He couldn’t stand it. He needed more. Eddie’s breathing shortened when the entrance opened and you stepped out. You adjusted your bag, shuffled to close the door behind you and cast your search around the direction of the street.

He gripped the steering wheel, so hard his hands trembled as you moved aside for a stranger. You smiled brightly then you started to walk in the opposite direction. His eyes trailed down your body. Black jeans, black hoodie and converse. They lingered on the curve of your thighs in those pants. But he frowned. Were you walking home? You didn’t have a car?

Without a second thought, he turned the keys. In the back of his mind, he knew he was going overboard. He had work. He needed to leave. Soon. But god damn he just needed to make sure you got home safe. His van came alive and he maneuvered onto the street. There was a stop light coming, and he sped up to try and beat it before it turned red. He didn’t know how he would remain invisible as he followed you, but he had to try.

Eddie wasn’t sure how he managed, but you didn’t turn to see his van. Your apartment wasn’t far from the store thank fuck. He settled across the street, behind two cars. The same tactic he used earlier. You jogged up the driveway, where there wasnt a car. His suspicions confirmed. The complex wasn’t big, it looked similar to his own.

He glanced at the clock. He needed to get going. He hated being late. But your address was seared into his mind. He would never forget it. Eddie pulled out his phone, frantically clicking on your instagram. You had a new story. You were smiling, an adorable grin and your fingers were held in a peace sign. The caption said you were finally home. He wanted to help you relax. Spread your legs and make you see stars and never think about a stressful day again.

His dick was growing hard as he imagined your sweet face. Covered in his cum. Your eyeliner running down your cheeks. His hand ghosted the center of his pants before he stopped.

No. No he wouldn’t touch himself. He needed you. He needed to cum inside you. You deserved better than him jerking off in his car before he had the privilege of being with you. Eddie exhaled, forcing himself to drive.

The night shift was always packed. Plus as the manager, he was responsible for training and handling reckless drinkers. His hair was tied up, his usual style for his shift and his sleeves were rolled up, muscles flexing as he slid a glass to a guest. But his mind was a whirlwind. He hadn’t been able to check his phone. What were you doing? Were you relaxing? He was buzzing with energy. He hadn’t even told Steve about you yet, who apparently was busy with his own infatuation. Eddie kept looking at the clock. He had to stay over again but closing was coming soon. Halloween was in just a few days. What were you going to do? Dress up? Go to a party? Fuck, he needed to know.

He had fucking fell asleep before he had a chance to look at your instagram when he got home well after 3am. He crashed on his couch, still wearing his work clothes with his phone in his pocket where it died. Eddie practically shoved the end of the charger into his phone, his leg bouncing from waiting for it to turn back on. He knew he should have charged it. Now, it would take longer to see you.

He wanted to touch himself as he imagined your lips wrapped around him, choking on his dick as his hand is gripping your hair. His hand even drifted to his crotch until he stopped himself. No, he promised himself he wouldn’t cum until it was inside you. You were his. He checked his phone again as it finally came back to life. His fingers were frantic as they clicked on your name.

You uploaded a new story. Eddie sighed in relief. As it came up, your face looked tired. You weren’t smiling, instead you were holding up a glass, clinking it with another glass belonging to your best friend. His chest tightened. He wanted to be there. He wanted to drink with you, hold you and take care of you. You had to walk home. And he had to fucking work. He swiped to the next story.

It was this morning, he knew only because of the time included. Just an hour ago. You were smiling this time. It was your day off and you were thrilled to to go the Halloween store today. Eddie couldn’t stop looking at your bright eyes, the excitement and he needed to see it again. In person.

He had to try. He would go the store. Pretend he was looking for a Halloween costume. But when? You didn’t give a time. It didn’t matter. He would stay all day and wait. It was his day off too.

Eddie threw himself in the shower, got dressed and drove to the store. It didn’t matter if it was an hour away. It didn’t matter that he hadn’t planned dressing up, or that he would have to swap schedules. You were on his mind. Whatever you were doing, he wanted to be a part of it.

Bad omens played loudly in his van as he came into the parking lot. Eddie’s heart started to hammer as he unbuckled and stepped out. His neck was warm at the thought of hearing your voice again so he tied his hair up.

Opening the door, he was greeted with gruesome decor, rows of costumes and several people shopping. Fuck, how was he supposed to find you? If you were even here yet? His shoe tapped impatiently as he was torn on where to go. Costumes. That’s where he’d start. But what kind? Sexy? Scary? in between?

As he walked down the section, he pretended to search. His rings occasionally getting caught in the fabrics and plastic. He wasn’t interested in this. He didn’t want to participate without you. Oh god, who drove you here? Were you going to be alone? He didn’t think about that. He just moved. Eddie dug out his phone from his pocket.

“Hey, Eddie! Is that you?”

He froze.

Eddie turned around and there you were.

This time, you were wearing a dress. A black one. With a matching sweater and combat boots. But his eyes fell to the tattoo on your chest. He hadn’t seen it because you always wore higher neck tops. Eddie almost salivated. Your makeup was dark again with your apparent favorite lipstick. He wanted to touch your skin, run his tongue along the art. He knew you would taste sweet. So sweet.

“Yeah, it’s me.” Eddie dropped into a serious expression. “Are you following me?”

Your eyes widened and you shook your head. “No, I just saw you-“ Then he grinned. He knew he was such a tease.

“I’m joking, sweets. I’m just here for my Halloween costume.” Such a fucking lie. But he needed to establish a common ground.

You sighed in relief.

“Me too. We had the same idea.” You didn’t protest at the nickname. Eddie tried not to smirk. You were happy to see him. He had to ball his fists to keep from touching you.

“What are you going as? I haven’t decided.” Eddie forced himself to sound light hearted but he truly needed an idea. You set the stage on his actions.

You gestured, “Follow me and I’ll show you.”

And then you stuck out your hand. Eddie thought he would bust in his pants. He accepted as you gently guided him to the other side of the store, where a large amount of costumes were hanging on the wall. Your grip was firm, warm and steady. You were confident in taking his hand. Eddie’s eyes were glued to your lower half, covered by the fitted dress. Your calves peeked out from the slits on the side. He saw more ink. How many tattoos did you have? He wanted to explore them. Compare them to his. You came to a stop and released him. Eddie wanted to stop you, grab your hand again.

“I’m going with this,” You pointed to the hanging plastic bag and Eddie followed direction.

The picture was a Sweeney Todd costume. Fake blood included and wig. It would be hot. You could pull off anything. But the wig he wanted to protest against. Covering your perfect hair? The hair he wanted to dig his fingers in and pull? Caress? Both? “That’s a great one. I think you’ll stand out. Not everyone knows that reference.”

You smiled again. Eddie felt like he won the lottery. “I like to stand out from the crowd, I guess. My best friend is throwing a Halloween party this year. And I finally had the day off to come here.” Eddie nodded, swallowing the urge to reveal he already knew that.

“I hope you’re not working too hard but I can’t stop listening to the CD. You knew exactly what I needed.” Your hands reached up, pressing against your chest. “You really like it? I’m not used to someone actually agreeing with me.” Eddie couldn’t believe that. Who could resist you? Who wouldn’t give your favorite band a try? He would fix that problem.

“Why wouldn’t I like it, sweets? I’ll have to get more recommendations soon, it makes my driving more exciting.” You opened your mouth to respond but something caught your eye and you excitedly beamed.

Eddie turned, desperate to find what caught your attention other than him.

“That’s my favorite slasher movie! If I hadn’t already decided on this, I would wear that.” Eddie’s eyes widened. It was a Ghostface costume. Why didn’t he know that? He ground his teeth. He should have looked closer at your posts. Maybe he would have seen it. You had amazing taste in movies.

“An amazing movie. That would have also been a perfect choice. But I’m not sure anyone could be scared of you, pretty girl. You’re way too sweet.” The names slipped out his mouth before he could catch himself. But you dipped your head and bashfully peeked at him through your lashes.

He couldn’t believe this was happening. He itched to say more, compliment you more but he didn’t want to freak you out. Especially considering he watched your instagram everyday to know exactly what you were doing but he needed you. He would do whatever he needed to make you feel the same way.

Your phone started to ring. Eddie wanted to beg you not to answer. No, stay here in the moment. You sighed, holding the device up. “It’s my dad. I need to take this. But I hope I’ll see you at the store again! And maybe we can talk more. You really get me.” And then you turned away, quietly speaking to your father.

Each time he managed to speak to you, get somewhere, it was interrupted. But this wouldn’t be wasted. No. Eddie moved away from you, as painful as it was and quickly picked up the Ghostface costume. He didn’t know how he would make this work but god damn it he would.

Eddies emotions went beyond his limit when he was hunched over, phone glued to his hand as he poured over your story on his bed when he got home. Your stories consisted of showing off the costume you bought and then several memes about Halloween being everyday for you. And then you posted your old looks. Most of them were edgy, skulls, prosthetics and some were even masks. Except one. You were wearing a short, thigh high black dress. Fishnets and heels. Your face painted with the Crow makeup. Your chest ink and your leg tattoos were on display.

The intricate thorns that wrapped around both thighs but on the left center was a large showing of multiple flowers. On the right was a skull, jaw slightly open to allow a dark snake to wrap around.

His cock felt like it was going to burst but he would not give in. He just didn’t know what to do. How would he get into the party? Sneak in? He was going insane.

And that’s when Steve hit him up. When Eddie answered the phone, Steve proceeded to explain that there was a Halloween party at a penthouse. And the owner just so happened to be your best friend.

Eddie thanked whatever universe, energy or even a God if he even bothered to look at him considering what he was doing. It was Halloween night. He wore the long, black gown. A black shirt and jeans underneath. Heavy boots. Most importantly, the Mask. Steve charmed the security, getting them both inside. The lights were off only to be be replaced with LED strips covering the edges of the wall and even the ceiling.

The living room was spacious, modern furniture and sleek tables covered in red cups, beer bottles and liquor bottles. He squinted his eyes, his vision obscured by the mask. No one paid much attention to him, most people had some sort of horror film costume, he wasn’t the only Ghostface. Fuck. How would you tell it was him? He did all of this for you. Music blared, he could feel it in his chest as he walked around the penthouse. Stepping on decorations fallen to the wood floor.

Steve left his side but Eddie knew he was looking for the hostess of this party. Where were you?

There.

His breath hitched and he froze in the doorway of the kitchen. You were pouring a drink in a solo cup. Your costume was perfect. The white puffed sleeves, black vest and striped pants. Fake blood coated your hands, darkening your fingernails. You weren’t wearing a wig, instead you had the signature white streak in your hair. Good. You didn’t need the wig. He opened his mouth to talk but you turned and started walking into the next room.

No. No. Why did he take so fucking long? He was here right now. He used so much effort to be close to you. Eddie took a steadying breath. And he walked directly behind you, he kept trying to tap your shoulder but you were quick. Nearly jogging. His boots hit against the floor, growing louder from speed. You maneuvered through the crowd. Where you going? He almost lost you but you started climbing the stairs where more cobwebs and pumpkins sat.

Were you running from him? From someone else? Was your best friend up here? His mind raced with endless options as he continued prowling behind you. No one was here. He almost slammed into you as you abruptly halted.

You spun around.

“Eddie, why are you following me?” Oh, fuck.

Up close, your makeup was messy. Eyeliner smudged heavily, your lips were dark and glossy. You looked up at him through lashes. But you didn’t sound angry. Or fearful.

You sounded…playful.

He tilted his head. “I was-“

“It’s okay, Eddie. I know you’ve been following me. I know every time you look at my pictures. I knew that you followed me home. And it wasn’t an accident at the store the other day. I was hoping you would buy this.” You reached over, grasping the material of the cloak between your fingers.

Eddie grew hot. He thought he could be subtle but apparently not. You knew the whole time. But why weren’t you upset? He didn’t want you to be. But that would have been naive.

He clutched your hand. “I couldn’t help it. You’re perfect. The moment I saw you, I knew I needed you. I needed to see you, make sure you were safe. I can’t get you out of my mind. Fuck. And I just wanted to be here tonight to finally talk to you without being interrupted. All I’ve done is listen to the album you love. I know you said you weren’t mad but please, god I need you. I need to feel you. I need to-“

“Fuck me?” You finished. “Did you touch yourself while looking at me, Eddie?”

He was buzzing, ignited from the way your lips were in a smirk. You stepped closer and with your free hand, you removed his mask. His hair was even messier and his nostrils flared as he took in your perfume.

He was almost against the wall but he couldn’t take it. Eddie’s hands gripped your hips and he smashed his lips to yours. You tasted better than he imagined. And you met his intensity. Eddie flipped so you were the one pinned against the wall, diving his tongue inside your mouth. His cock was so hard it hurt and he pressed his pelvis against yours, grinding into you. A moan escaped your mouth and he reached down, grasping your knee and pulling it around his hip. He could feel how wet you were through your pants.

Eddie ripped away from your mouth, moving to concentrate to the soft skin of your neck when you grabbed him by his arm and burst through a door he didn’t notice was there. He only had time to register a bed in the center of the room before you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pulled his bottom lip with your teeth. “I wanted you the first day you came in,” You murmured. Eddie pushed your back against the bed, landing him on top of you and he straddled your lap.

“I-can I-can I fuck you?” He had to ask, as frenzied as he felt, he needed you to want it as much as he did.

“Fuck, Eddie. Yes, I want it so bad.” You whined, arching your back into him as he buried his face in your neck, peppering kisses against your jaw before sucking the spot above your collar bone.

You tore off the cloak, before taking off his black shirt with it and running your hands down his chest, stomach before tugging his belt. Eddie lifted his head, helping you as he kicked off his jeans. But he wanted to taste you. He slid down, peeling off your tight pants and your underwear. Eddie got impossibly harder as you mewled as he separated your legs.

Your cunt dripped with arousal and he spread it apart, coating his thick fingers. He dove in, flattening his tongue against your clit. Eddie moaned at your sweet taste as he licked down your slit before slipping his tongue inside you. You were jerking your hips to hump his face, his nose continually hitting the sensitive nerves in the center.

“I’m gonna cum.” Eddie didn’t speed up, he stayed hungrily lapping your pussy and your movement locked, your thighs squeezing his head. The entire lower half of his face was glistening as he pulled away.

Eddie crawled over you and captured your lips in a bruising kiss. Smearing cum all over your mouth, messing your lipstick even further. Just like he imagined.

“Please, fuck me.” You whimpered and he clumsily took off his boxers, releasing his heavy cock leaking with precum.

Eddie lined his dick against you before pressing inside, stretching your pussy as you clenched around him. He groaned from deep in his chest and shuddered. Your nails dug into his skin as he started thrusting, deep and hard. The bed was slamming against the wall.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking perfect, baby.”

He couldn’t even speak anymore, you felt so good he saw stars and he loved the pain from you scratching him. “I’m-I’m close.”

He wanted to hold off for you but the way you cried out, burying your face on his shoulder, Eddie spilled into you. Fuck condoms, he thought. His breath came in choked pants as he pulled out and scooped you into his arms. He was completely naked and you only had a shirt on, that he planned on removing once he caught his breath.

“I can’t believe you knew the whole time. And I can’t believe you liked me back.”

Your head turned as he held you close to him, his arms tight around you. He never wanted to let you go. Now that he’s tasted you, he could never stop.

“Eddie, why do you think I let you follow my account? Why do you think I told you to listen to bad omens? I wanted you to think about me. Besides, your friend Steve pulling the same move on my best friend.”

Holy shit. My first Eddie fic. I’m back with fics! Huge thanks to my tumblr wife @xxhellfirebunnyxx for helping me with this, encouraging me and beta reading. And my little sister @scene-and-dandylover for always supporting me.

Taglist for this!

@reidsbtch @battymunson @take-everything-you-can @ifeeltoofuckingmuch @taintandviolent @hyperharlz @elaine-in-the-membrane @onegirlmanytales @randominstake

If I forgot about have mercy I am tired

[cherryblossombombs]

There was a bkdk poll asking us how we thought bkdk's relationship would end. I typed a paragraph response, but tumblr won't let me reblog my response or that post in general, so I will make a separate post lol.

But to answer @ammy246's question, I would've answered the other option.

While I still feel like the ending is still anyone's game, I do believe that it's unlikely that hori will end it like naruto. It seems like an izch ending is unlikely due to how the ship has been treated for the few years. Yeah, hori may pull something like that, but I honestly believe he's not going to do it. It's been too long since izch has even gotten a moment and hori knows that. This is the same author that recommends romance manga and apparently is a fan of unrequited love. This is also the same author that drew that 2021 art of the two falling in the sky and said it's what could've happened IF he had decided to developed the two more (he apparently said to pay attention to what was happening in the drawing; falling = bad omen; also reference to spirited away where the two characters separated).

We are at the point where a bkdk implied ending is not far-fetched. It's not something that can only exist in fanon anymore. Bkdk's relationship has seriously developed to the point where dudebros and non-MHA fans who are caught up (whether anime or manga) can't deny that the relationship is close. Not to mention how the ship has been promoted for the last couple of weeks (Bakugou's JP VA promoting a BL that has BKDK undertones, the little promo panel of midoriya and bakugou talking about opening an agency together, how CD dramas and those games have been recently, the 2024 Spring GIGA cover, Shonen jump's tiktok promoting the GIGA cover, Hori telling Bones the ending and now suddenly Bones now cares about BKDK and is adding more scenes about them compared to how they were with izch). It really does feel like these people are doing a soft launch of the ship.

However, because I feel like (IMO), that I haven't seen enough in the manga, I still feel like we're going to get an open ending. No ships. But I do believe that we will get a hand hold soon in the manga, as well as a deep conversation that will bring katsuki and izuku even closer than before. The question is, will hori go even further and make it romantic. Atm, I don't think we will get a kiss or a love confession, but I do believe that we are at the point where we may be lucky and get a crepe date at the end. I also do believe that we may get the ending where the two open an agency together.

[excelsior9173]

tagged by @vamprlestat thank youuuu!!!

6 albums i’ve been into lately

take me back to eden- sleep token

of course i have to have my boys in here, i am jamming all their albums but especially this one as i get ready for their show in may!

all the right reasons- nickelback

gotta rep my prairies trash canadian side lol. been listening to this album since it released! we got it stuck in the cd player in our minivan when i was a kid so it was the only album we could listen to for a year lmao. follow you home will forever be one of the hardest album openers

si vis pacem, para bellum - seether

been really loving this album lately, i love this band! beg is one of the best songs i’ve heard, the attitude and anger in it is incredible. also i love that the album title is in latin, i got to put my schooling to use! (it means ‘if you want peace, prepare for war’)

envy- whale and the wolf

debut album for these boys! they’re partially from my (current) hometown and i try to see them every time they swing through the city. one of the greatest live bands i’ve had the pleasure of seeing and i truly hope they blow up because their music deserves to be heard everywhere!

the death of peace of mind- bad omens

ah the album that was responsible for my descent into metalcore/metal/whatever you want to call it. i love the overall feel of this album, it’s so dark and sexy and the vocals are incredible

the crow (original motion picture soundtrack)

i love love love this movie and this soundtrack is incredible. no movie soundtrack will ever live up to this one, the mood is incredible. i am tentatively excited for the remake as i love bill skarsgård, but i fear the soundtrack will not be as good. how do you beat the cure and stone temple pilots and nine inch nails?!

thanks again for the tag :)

i’ll tag @foxgloveinspace and @a-little-lynx (no pressure!) and anyone who sees this and wants to do it!

[ladyveronikawrites]

WIP: Kinktober Edition

COUNTDOWN TO KINKTOBER!

@sitkowski and I need a push to write for kinktober and we want to encourage those participating in Kinktober to do the same!

I will be sharing sneak peeks from both my Motionless in White Fics as well as Bad Omens- any and all kinktober related fics are welcome to participate!

MIW Kinktober 2024 Bad Omens Kinktober 2024

HOW IT WORKS (rules modified):

In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; with pairings and kinks included. (You can post more if you are doing both BO and MIW kinktober - keep it to at most 5 files for each band you are participating in, no more than TEN(10) total.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!

After you’ve posted, people (any and all readers and writers!) can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write at least three NEW sentences as a reply to the ask.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post.

Friday 9 AM EST to Sunday 11:59EST

Have a question? my DMs are open, feel free to ask!

Please use appropriate warnings, tags, and 'read more' cuts in replies to asks

WHAT I'M WORKING ON

BAD OMENS

BRIDGE PART THREE (Omens! gang bang - leather fetish, boots)

You take his cock so well, doll You want another? (Ruffilo x Jolly x Noah x Reader - Sensory Deprivation, voice kink)

IMPOLITE PART FIVE (Noah x Jolly x oc - Service Submission, tasks, and assignments)

Puppy Play Date! (Pup!Noah x Pup!Folio x Owner!Ruffilo - collaring)

IF PAIN IS BEAUTY, I'M A PRETTY BITCH (Noah x FemDom OC Vivian - Chastity, Humiliation, Sissification//feminization)

MOTIONLESS IN WHITE

oh no, my boyfriend's a vampire (Chris x Nicky - vampire boyfriends/breath play)

Come on Chloe, It's just a haunted house (Stepbrother!Justin x Bio Brother’s Best Friend!Vinny x OC -boots/haunted house)

more cocks more fun right? (Chris x Justin x Rick x Ryan x vinny x oc - multiple penetration /voyeurism) 

You got that dawg in you? (Owner!Ryan x Pup!Vinny x oc - tasks and assignments - body worship)

She's going to drive them wild (Chris x Rick x reader - leather/latex -femdom)

A little gift for you👑-You take his cock so well, doll You want another? Ruffilo x Jolly x Noah x Ruby

“Haven’t seen you in a while,” his familiar twang wraps around her like a warm blanket. She should probably be sobbing into her wine glass in a rose-scented bubble bath in the comfort of her home instead she replies with “Whiskey neat, double.”

“That kinda night?” he asks, sliding her the glass of liquor. Ruby just downs the drink and makes her way to the old jukebox in the corner of the bar. She scrolls through the CDs not really impressed with the selection. 

ASK!

Writers and Readers are welcome to make requests for snippets of what you would like to see! You can ask for a moodboard too!

[bittenmoths]

CLOYNE FILES — JUNIPER RIDLEY LIAO.

˗ˏˋ 𓂃 ( chase sui wonders. genderqueer. she/they ). meet juniper ridley liao, a 26 year old, who has been in cloyne for their entire life. they are a mechanic at the garage, known for being dauntless and irascible. they are often heard humming along to when i am queen by jack off jill. residents would describe them as the miscreant. ( james, 25, they/them, est )

content warnings for... familial death, grief, alcoholism, child neglect.

profile.

full name — juniper ridley liao.

nickname(s) — june, at the very most ( junie is very poorly received ); ridley.

place of birth — cloyne, ontario, canada.

date of birth & age — april 9th, 1998. twenty6.

gender / pronouns — genderqueer, she/they.

sexuality — demi - bisexual ( but deeply repressed about it ).

occupation — mechanic at the garage.

astrology — aries sun, virgo moon, capricorn rising.

residence — a two bedroom apartment, all rotted floorboards and cracked windows; uncomfortably fitting a rotating list of eight to ten tenants, with the additional bonus roommates who refuse to pay a single lick. a bear's den in the winter.

interests — the quick - release of adrenaline after a bloodied fight; the stretch of healing skin and peeling scabs. black coffee and bar - floor cigarettes. nicking joints from her roommates, shrouded behind an ear. the crackling of a scratched cd in an old car radio. starting arguments for the sake of arguing. bribery, if the price is right ( always the form of free food and smokes ). lying for the fun of it. fake tarot readings and wads of cash stuffed inside bras. stealing, especially from house parties. evading their problems. minor arson; vandalism; baseball bats against mailboxes. being right ( never is ). cars & her job, the only one she's managed to keep. stealing shots at the bar; shitty beers and cheap liquor. living just to spite those who wish her dead.

aversions — intimacy; always nerve - wracking, always confusing - always a trick. ankle monitors; they always itch. the police. her family; her sisters in particular. apologies. begging, pleading. the concept of fear - of being scared. promises; they're always broken. sleeping in a jail cell. the consequences of her actions. stupid nicknames. the faux security that being cared for provides; as if it could save her, as if it could save anyone. notably flinching away; a habit that can't break. their weaknesses on display; vulnerability. the sour taste of guilt. hypocrites, despite being one herself. nuanced truths and straightforward falsehoods. the definitive. nostalgia; nothing good ever comes from it.

quirks — putting cigarettes out against her tongue like a cheap party trick. picking off her nail polish. aggressively stomping out dead leaves on the sidewalk. crosses the street right when a car barrels down it. entering and exiting homes via the window, scaling the lattice. a maddening, hyena's laugh. prefers to watch someone struggle than offer her help ( unless, of course, it's for a price ). keeps a windowsill of dead plants.

most played — when i am queen by jack off jill.

notable features — skin littered with shitty, blurred out stick - n - pokes from years prior, alongside fresh bruises and old scabs. hands that can't keep to themselves, either fidgeting or balled into fists. a spattering of beauty marks across her features, and dark, dead eyes.

general disposition — arrogance and self - loathing tied like twine against a bundle of dynamite; a sneer always twitching at lip. a walking BEWARE OF DOG sign, all growls and snarling teeth.

character study — kim kelly ( freaks and geeks ) & kat stratford ( 10 things i hate about you ).

public records.

everyone knows the liaos, even if they wished not to; they're hard to ignore, cloyne's own bad omen. a family of criminals, of scammers and thieves - the liao children born in quick succession of one another, barely a year apart. in love with themselves and each other, they were respected in their small circle of crime, and managed to evade arrest on numerous occasions.

familial death, grief; no matter how happy they are - it doesn't last. juniper is the last born; their mother dying during childbirth - and juniper becoming a blotted stain in her family's lives. if their grandparents were alive; they would've deemed her cursed, marking the end of their family's lucky streak.

alcoholism, child neglect; the death of his wife strikes their father hard; the oldest liao sister takes the role of parent as their father, in all his grief, turns to the bottle. nights are spent passed out in his recliner chair, in front of the tv - beer bottle just about slipping from his grasp to meet the others littered across the ground. he's an absent man, both in heart and mind - not angry, but lost.

child neglect; the liao sisters grow up raising themselves in their small and cramped, grimy trailer. juniper is always left to fend for herself; they blame her for their mother's death - and they tell her that much. even if they didn't; she knew - just by the way they looked at her, the hard glares that matched her own. juniper blamed herself, too. she grew up as the neighborhood bully; pushing kids off the jungle gym and stealing money, biting when accosted. always claimed she didn't care about the consequences, about the way her sisters treated her. juniper didn't need them; she doesn't need anyone. she'll make her own goddamn sandwiches, walk herself home from school. survive on her own. when they're nine, they run away - and when they eventually return ( not so long after ), it's like they didn't even notice her absence. like she didn't exist.

like any liao before her, by the time juniper's in high school her rap sheet is a mile long and filled to the brim with petty crimes. vandalism and minor theft, underaged drinking, smoking - minor assault, no charge pressed. the police know her by name, as they know each and every one of them. it's a vicious cycle; commit the crime, fail to get away with it, spend the night in a jail cell - even if it has to be the next town over's. they never learn, doesn't care enough to - because nobody else does, so why would they?

they drop out of high school in their last year and refuses to look back; they hop from job to job, anything to make themselves money, anything to keep them out of their family's trailer. tarot scams are her game - a side hustle to keep it flowing as she hops between jobs. none of them stick, mostly by her own design; until the mechanic's shop. she's surprisingly adept, knows what she's doing from years of fixing and re - fixing her family's car. it's the place that sticks.

they move out of the trailer, and into the world's shittiest apartment that's not much better; but it's home enough, and away from her sisters. it's small, and cramped - with at least eight different roommates and their accompanying partners. it's good for the winter time; their beds comically filled with people. shit's always broke, the noise never stops - someone keeps trying to grow shrooms in the bath tub. she can't imagine leaving it.

disposition & details.

locally known problem child long - deemed a lost cause, hopeless to help. the worst reputation amongst the sisters; and lacking the charisma that her parents had in their youth. a cheap imitation, if anything. she can't help but cause all sorts of problems around town, whether it's vandalism or scamming, or just picking a fight - provoking. does almost anything if it means earning a quick buck, and gets an adrenaline rush from stupid, dangerous acts. a liar and a thief.

quick to become defensive, and even quicker to anger; fury bubbles beneath her skin like a witches' cauldron, like coals being lit afire. she's uncouth and aggressive, the mouth of a sailor. is always expecting the worst - is genuinely surprised when it doesn't happen. has few and far friendships and doesn't know how to manage them - or how to handle kindness. doesn't believe in redemption; but tries, on the rare occasion, like it'll erase the sin of her existing.

has never pursued a relationship, much less intimacy in any form. is too guarded, too on defense. takes flirting like a sick joke; becomes confused, angry - like they're taking the piss on her. like she's some sort of joke. it's embarrassing, nerve - wracking, and exposing. despite their outward arrogant demeanor; juniper's soul is laced with insecurities and well - hidden doubt. unable to be close and personal with others; she always deflects attempts.

juniper is incredibly blunt and critical - quick to point out what they notice, or believe, to be weaknesses and weak points. never thinks before speaking; doesn't think very much at all. they act purely on impulse, and doesn't often worry; acts like she hasn't a single fear. she does not have an intuition against danger, but is surprisingly perceptive. notices the little details; and uses them to her advantage.

a part of her cares more than anything; that craves the intimacy of being cared about, of knowing that she won't die young and alone. her emotional needs are heavily repressed, buried beneath layers of self - destruction. a part of her is always mourning the life she'll never have.

is quick to accept a bribe if it benefits her - mostly in the form of money, food, or free illicit substances. her loyalty switches to the highest bidder, whoever benefits her desires the most. she's selfish and unkind; bites the hand that feeds until it's blood becomes her drink.

most of her belongings are stolen from others, or on occasion - thrifted, or passed over to her. excellent with their hands; they make their own jewelry using trinkets they've stolen over the course of the years. is particular to house parties, mostly to raid their medicine cabinets and closets.

wanted.

broke apartment friends — friends being a loose term; the ten or so people who live in juniper's apartment, half of them pay rent and the others freeload. it's small, and half the shit's broken, and most of the time they're sharing beds.

enemies until the end — lifelong enemies from childhood, someone that juniper aims to make life miserable for and vice versa; they're constantly at each other's throats.

a vicious kind of love — love also being a loose term; maybe more of a flirtationship, almost one - sided due to juniper's own reservations. maybe it's just for fun, something to entertain the other person; non - serious for them.

a small amount of friends and even more enemies. people june scams, or have stolen from, or has otherwise wronged. people who avoid her due to her family, and her own actions. neighbors, coworkers. lighthearted crushes, unrequited things. ex - friends by the dozen.

[calleyx13]

Okay, I'm broke right now 🤣

I got 21$ on my bank account untill the next month

At least I got myself a Christmas present 😅

F you Sumerian for this -50% discount 😂

[wraithwitch]

Stuff no one has mentioned yet about Good Omens S2...

Crowley’s waistcoat is leather because he is a slutty snek. Crowley is not always on the left any more. The star map is written in Gallifrayan. Nina calls Maggie ‘angel’. The Bentley is all over black when in S1 it was  black and grey. Crowley calls Aziraphale Lady Bracknell - there is also an Oscar Wilde nod with the Metatron talking about casting out archangels in the same way Lady Bracknell talks about losing parents. ‘The awning of a new era’ is an under appreciated line. Why isn’t Maggie affected by Aziraphale’s miracles in the bookshop ball? Why is Nina the only one to realise the Wickber Street meeting is not normal? The Bentley tries to please Aziraphale in the same way the mobile phone does. Crowley puts CDs in the car sound system, Aziraphale just asks the Bentley to play things - possibly why it doesn’t melt to Queen. Crowley actually slaps Aziraphale’s hand away from the Bentley. The fly is in the box at the start. Ennon is so gay. Why can’t Maggie spell? Why is there a perfect statue of Gabriel in a Scottish graveyard? Why is there a witchfinder and a Scottish surgeon both called Dalrymple? Crowley pointing a paintball gun at Aziraphale and hating his magic tricks in S1 hits different after seeing S2. Technically there are three zombie nazis still shambling around London? The Metatron is dodgy as all get out. There are a lot of references to not knowing or remembering things that a character ought to know - it is very suspicious. When Crowley talks to Gabriel about not remembering he sounds horribly familiar with the process. Crowley wears his glasses during Job and Rome - when he's in a bad mood. I think Muriel saw the kiss from outside the window? Tale of Two Cities, Pride and Prejudice, and The Crow Road are books that come up in shot again and again. They can be said to have similar themes to S1, S2, and maybe S3?

[aquareegia]

i like to own physical copies of albums i like or just physical albums of bands i generally like but getting fgbgfm & tdopom from bad omens is such a pain in the ass. why does no one in germany fucking sell them bc i don't want to pay more than double of the original price to import one fucking cd?! not in this economy! 😭

[dingleberry-art]

Thrift finds! Queen and some Punk stuff!

I really need to share this but cant find the place (or any family/ friends who are awake rn), i found a queen CD at the thrift in the midst of a good omens obsession!!

Its rare because i live in Texas and 99.9999 percent of CDs u can thrift are gospel and prayer, so I'm SO HAPPY!

its technically an instrumental by some orchestra, but its really good! All of Freddie's singing is played by horns and stuff, while a choir performs the background vocals, ITS SO COOL!

the track list includes:

Somebody to love

Crazy little thing called love

We are the champions

who wants to live forever

i want to break free

radio ga-ga

bohemian rhapsody

love of my life

friends will be friends

save me

killer queen

under pressure

the show must go on

god save the queen

I found some alternative stuff too! (shocking for the Christian store i was at) those include a Good Riddance CD and Avenged Sevenfold CD. Also found an Elton John one! PLUS I found a Bad Religion x Social Distortion shirt, I'm literally SCREAMINGGGG INSIDE!!!

Hope another nerd finds this as cool as i do!!

[laurelwen]

Hi! Since I'm putting together a playlist for Nigel and Alex, I was wondering

What are some songs that you think are really good fits for them/their story?

I have a couple Like Minds playlists assembled using my own vision of the characters. The first is my take on LM canon (meaning sliiiightly divergent from it) and which is a complete list in the old school mix CD/tape style, meant to be listened to in order from start to finish as a complete story.

The second is a much longer and more random list that I am always adding to, and which is meant to be "what if they both live" vibes. Some of the songs are meant more specifically as POV or about Nigel or Alex, but most of them are the dynamic between them. Some of these tracks are heavily influenced by the He Stings Like He Means It fic by @gali-in-distress, including the song from which the title was pulled as the first track, and also with songs from which chapter titles were pulled. I am always adding more as I find relevant music for them.

The entire first playlist are songs that fit them well, imo. If I had to pick specific songs from it, I'd have to go with Salvation by Scanners or Monster by Meg Myers.

The big AU list has so, so many tracks that it's really hard to pick just a few. Honey, Young God, Ya'aburnee and multiple other tracks by Halsey are all good. Arsonist's Lullabye IS Alex's theme song as far as I'm concerned. Beautiful Crime by Tamer, Become the Beast by Karliene, Animal covered by Chase Holfelder, Wicked Game covered by Ursine Vulpine, Strangelove covered by Black Math, Tiny Gods by Shayfer James, Bang by Armchair Cynics, Exit Music by Radiohead, I Come With Knives by IAMX, THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND by Bad Omens, I LUV U by Mia Rodriguez, Time is Running Out by Muse, the list goes on and on.

Everyone is going to have their own take on Alex and Nigel and their dynamic as a couple, and music taste is so personal that I recommend just going through the various Like Minds lists on Spotify to see what presses your buttons. To find even more music, I also recommend listening to Hannibal/murder husband playlists and maybe also Killing Eve, Death Note/Lawlight, Killing Stalking, and similar media themed playlists because they tend to have a similar vibe.

Hope that helps!

[trashboatprince]

Fourteen becomes convinced that the Bentley is the Tardis whose chameleon circuit has somehow fixed itself and/or another tardis and takes it for a joyride?

More misadventures of 2023 DT characters getting into other 2023 DT characters' modes of transportation.

Warning: again, ignore that the show version of Doctor Who exists in Good Omens canon. This isn't tied to the other fic, this one is just if the situation was reversed.

On with the fic!

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The Doctor stared at the beautiful, shiny Bentley that had honked at them, yet there was no driver in sight. No one was hiding in the back seats, nor down in the area when your feet go.

"Hello there." The Doctor greeted, and jumped when it honked at them in reply. They blinked, then felt a grin grow on their face. "Oh ho! Friendly, aren't you?"

They had never seen a car react to them before like this, and it had them curious. They put a hand on the hood, gently patting it. There was a strange feeling coming from the metal, a sentience, which most automobiles do not have, at least no in this time period.

Was this the TARDIS? Had her chameleon circuit finally decided to work correctly again? Or had the old girl decided she need a change and allow the circuit to work?

"Look at you, you're a real beauty like this! Didn't take you for a fan of the classic cars! Is this because of Betsy? Mind you, she was a reliable, ol' car!"

The Bentley honked again at the Doctor, making a grumbling sound at them from the engine even though it wasn't weren't running.

"Ah? Not my TARDIS then? Hmm, I see, I see." They nodded and walked over to the driver's side. "Mind if I have a look inside?"

The door unlocked and they grinned. "Much obliged!" They patted the top of the car before slipping inside, finding it miraculously well adjusted for their current height, with no uncomfortable issues of having to pull their long legs up to their chest in order to fit!

The inside of the Bentley was well kept, very clean, everything looked original, minus the CD and cassette player that clearly shouldn't be, but seemed as if they had been built into the dashboard when she was first produced.

Was she a TARDIS? Seemed like only a TARDIS or a really good shimmer could pull off that trick. "Let's see, how do we go about checking your..."

There was a click and the lights of the dash came on, and so did the radio, as the engine started to purr. The Doctor laughed as the song Starman by David Bowie began to play. "Outstanding! Loving the music choice, aren't you a clever thing?"

There was a happy rumble from the engine.

"Now, can you give me any information on who your pilot is? Not every day I find a sentient vehicle in 21st century London!"

The music seemed to change and now the Doctor heard Queen begin to play, specifically Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy. How... odd?

"Hey! What the heaven are you-!? Get out of there!"

The Doctor turned their attention away from the radio to look at the approaching figure. They stared at them in surprise, it was like looking in a mirror!

A mirror that favored putting you in a retired rock star's outfit, but that was made up for by that brilliant shade of red hair the stranger was sporting!

Ooh, they always knew they could pull off ginger!

"That's your pilot, I take it?" They asked and the Bentley honked. "You're not a TARDIS, are you?"

Another honk, one that sounded like an apology.

"Ah, it's alright, you're just as lovely, and just as fascinating as one, you beauty!"

There was another happy car sound as the stranger stopped at the door, throwing it open. "Out. Now."

"Right, yes, apologies. Sorry, I thought she was my TARDIS and then she let me get inside and poke about, fascinating set up in there! What sort of-"

"Shut up and explain to me how the heck you got her to be blue!? You're as bad as the angel with his yellow!"

"Blue?" The Doctor turned and looked, oh! "Oh, look at you!" They grinned.

The Bentley was now a gorgeous shade of TARDIS blue, how curious!

--

I think Crowley might like Fourteen's company, but isn't too pleased about a stranger getting into the Bentley and her changing color. Again.

Also, I just realized you asked for a joyride, whoops. Maybe next time? :D Fourteen drives the Bentley, Crowley drives the TARDIS?