it's yours. it'll always be yours.

you're a defiant act of creation. you're a whole solar system pretending to be a person.

and if life is repeated a thousand times， still you， you， and again， you.

— If this world makes you crazy And you've taken all you can bear You call me up Because you know I'll be there Robin Buckley the band geek. #strangerthingsrp. A hatchling of #thedragonsnest. Banter and other interactions welcome. season 4-divergent AU.

RUNNING UP THAT HILL | @lacedupmetal.bsky.social | ( www.tumblr.com/withswiftien... )

“ i see HELL in your EYES ” ( @kingofpcin.bsky.social | @lacedupmetal.bsky.social )

i have survived， but i have not been spared.

🕰️ ( #HellfireHearts | @lacedupmetal.bsky.social )

REBEL YELL • a solo • ( www.tumblr.com/withswiftien... )

VIOLENT NATURE • a solo • ( www.tumblr.com/withswiftien... )

i gave up everything. everything. so why? why? why?

WHO'S AFRAID OF LITTLE OLD ME? • a solo • ( www.tumblr.com/withswiftien... )

plops beside @lacedupmetal.bsky.social on the couch, offering a can of coke. "i have news from the townsfolk."

picking food out of his fangs with his pinky nail.

THE TIRED PHOENIX -- starter for @mxsterofstrings.bsky.social justpaste.it/fxwum

i'll say it like emergency exit， like dismemberment. yes， i love the girl. i love her like glowing in the dark. i love her like animal.

just like your dad， you'll never change.

'you came.' ᛤ 'you called.'

your bones are only painted gold. that's why it rots beneath your soul. you're not as brave as you may seem.

so why do i still feel so goddamn inferior?

CHAPTER THREE THE HELLFIRE CLUB ( @lacedupmetal.bsky.social ) www.tumblr.com/withswiftien...

i abandoned the past to become what i am now.

HELLFIREHEARTS SEASON 2 trying to come to terms with his vampirism, eddie begins to fall deeper into the clutches of the upside down. all the while, the group is unaware that a greater threat is lurking on the horizon . . .

you， my love， are all over my blood.

|| greetings hello

. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀temp. pinned . ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀byers; jonathan . '67 sept. eldest son ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀of joyce byers. brother of william byers. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀returning portrayal. independent . ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀more below . ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀impaled by # SHRIKE . ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ .

"oh." eddie deflates somewhat, glancing to the window in the kitchen. the sun is barely up, its warmth finally spreading into the kitchen, and all he wants is to go outside and bask in it, but he also knows he can't just abandon demona to her thoughts. she wouldn't do it to him. "what if . . .+

he's already tearing into the box when demona speaks, and then he pauses, looking down at the blonde. he knows that she means well by what she's said, but he opts to ignore it completely, instead gently nudging her shoulder with his own. "why are you awake, d? go back to bed."

"huh? no, why?" as if that is such a normal thing, he flips several pages back in the notebook to the drawing from before, and though there is nothing big added, it is clearly finished, with a little more shading and detail . . . and a small shadow of eddie as a vampire in the bottom corner.

there is no more desperate a creature， than a human being on the verge of losing love.

"i wouldn't /dream/ of putting anything else, my love." eddie leans to press a kiss to the top of demona's head, then refocuses on his notebook for a split second before reaching for more cereal, and finding the box empty. "i finished my drawing too. wanna see?"

"i don't know, mrs. munson, but im glad to never find out." the nickname is used so casually, as though it is normal, and eddie side-eyes demona through his curls for her reaction, acting as though he's said nothing out of the ordinary. while, of course, stuffing his face with more cereal.

let's run away together forever，weren't you the one who said that?

"huh?" turning back to the notebook, he skims it over, tapping his pencil on the page before half-singing the verse with 'daylight' instead. and then he scribbles out what he'd written and replaces it with demona's suggestion. "that's way better. thank you." head pat.

eddie only half glances at the blonde as she settles next to her, pouring a handful of cereal in front of her before cracking open his bottle of yoo-hoo and downing half of it in one go. burp. "for you," he simply says, sliding the notebook over for demona to see.

currently settled at the kitchen table, shoveling handfuls of honey combs cereal into his mouth while scribbling in his notebook. has he slept? absolutely not.

"i think im gonna die in this house . . ." ( #HellfireHearts • @lacedupmetal.bsky.social )

i'm almost never serious， and i'm always too serious. too deep， too shallow. too sensitive， too cold hearted. i'm like a collection of paradoxes.

TROUBLE IN THE DREAM WORLD -- starter for @mxsterofstrings.bsky.social justpaste.it/l1x09

ducking beneath a branch, eddie swears loudly to himself as his hair catches in the fresh blossoms, pausing his trek to the gate to untangle the messy curls from the twigs. once he's free, he huffs in frustration, glancing back at the cabin in the distance before starting forwards again. it's not +

— I'm supergirl And I'm here to save the world But I wanna know Who's gonna save me? Eleven “Jane” Hopper the superhero. #strangerthingsrp. A hatchling of #thedragonsnest. Banter and other interactions welcome. Pre-s5 AU.

as demona finally settles beside him, and her giggle fills his ears, eddie grins, pulling her the rest of the way into his lap so he can wrap his arms around her. he knows that he's been . . . difficult lately, and he knows that is not likely to change unless they can find a way to reverse what was+

"no, no, no. if he was working i was gonna call the store and tell him to get a life instead of hanging out with buckley all the time. but he's not there, so nevermind." he's shoving the tape into the player as he speaks, but he can still sense the sudden shift in demona's mood, and leans from his +

for once, eddie is a little disappointed to see demona's offering of junk food for dinner, but he's still not opposed to eating it, either. he was hoping that she'd brought home a frozen pizza, or maybe fast food, but any food was appreciated, even if it would not quell his near-constant hunger. +

demona releases the page, and eddie's body relaxes from the tension he'd not been aware that he was holding, a breath of relief leaving his lungs. he'd been making a conscious effort to keep the notebook from her, not because he was ashamed to show her the state of mind that he was in, but because +

". . . something like that." in his mind, he sees it all of the time; the way those bats has circled him like vultures over a fresh kill with a million more waiting to pick off what was left. in truth, he still hates the idea of them, and hates even more the knowledge that he is as much a part of +

reluctantly, eddie releases demona from his arms, but he keeps her hand in his own, dragging her back over to the notebook on the table. in it, a half finished sketch of the landscape of the upside down, with a colony of bats on the skyline. he's silent as he stares down at it, hoping she doesn't +

before he can comment on how nancy leaving meant that they were alone, demona is bringing up the notebook, and eddie's attention shifts there slowly, tongue pressing against a fang in thought. as long as she doesn't turn any pages it should be fine . . . "you wanna see?" but he makes no move to +