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Abaddon Corinthos || Nightmare

Independent Canon-based Original Character

Follows some fandom canon

Open to crossovers/OCs/Canons

Semi to mostly-selective

Mun is of age with 9+ years of roleplay experience; muse is also of age

NSFW includes: violence and triggers; smut welcome

Assorted verses; very open to more and AUs

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One-liners all the way up to novella

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WWE-based Independent OC Greek Gods

Established storylines; main is wrestling-based

Open to crossovers as well as OCs

Mun is of age with 8+ years of roleplay experience

NSFW includes: violence and may contain tiggers; tagged upon request

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One-liners all the way up to novella

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Feed, Little Maggots || Male!Eris & Abaddon Military AU

Eris nodded and held the other’s gaze. Yeah, Abaddon was definitely a dude that he could click with. Just what he needed in a place like where they were heading.

A hand shot forward and stayed the blonde’s hand. ”I told ya, I got this one.” Eris laughed and dropped a couple bills on the counter. ”Ah fuck ‘em. I want one last decent meal before they march us off to be slaughtered.”

"Alright, alright," Abaddon relented with a chuckle, hand dropping from his pocket. He knew better than to argue over food. "Listen, so do I before they're suffin' MREs down our throats, but I don't really want a target on my back in the slaughterhouse, man."

Impatiently, he waited to be served, stomach voicing its displeasure at what was most likely not that long a span of time, but what felt like ages. "Next meal's on me, got it?" He gave Eris a gentle nudge in the ribs. "Maybe I'll even buy ya a chick to go with it."

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Brompton Cocktail || Evangeline & Abaddon [AU]

The touch of his hand in her smooth locks nearly had her purring, eyes closed as she soaked up the pleasant sensation. She wasn’t about to admit it freely, but hell, she had missed this something fierce.

"Ja, but how can you be so sure of that?” Evangeline didn’t know the first thing about drug testing, but she also didn’t have a damn clue about how Abaddon’s enormous body might metabolize illegal substances either. What sat in her system for a month might be gone from his in 72 hours.

"You don’t want to end up like me, do you?" Evangeline laughed at how her life had spiralled into this far-fetched, fucked up adventure. "Washed up dancer running drugs jammed up inside the asses of taxidermy roadkill?"

"Hey, the money's good." Was Abaddon's grinning response. He remembered the days when dealing put food on the table. It kept him and his mother alive, no matter where they moved or how shitty life got. Of course, he also remembered running from both the police and othe dealers aften enough; it was by no means an easy life, but it was a quick turn of profit.

He always had dreams to keep himself going, though. Wrestling school didn't pay for itself, and with high school taking up most of his time, a real job wasn't exactly an option. Abaddon bought himself out of that life, though he dabbled in what he once sold plenty of times.

"Listen, you do what y' do because ya want to." He truly believed his words. The blond had no knowledge of what the return was for a taxidermist, but he imagined it wasn't chump change. "If you wanted to run for office, you put the work in, you could do it. The only time profit ad success come before work is in th' dictionary."

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High School Never Ends || Teen AU! [Eris&Abaddon]

It was little more than a greasy spoon whose heyday had probably been sometime in the fifties or sixties, but this diner had the best burgers in town and everyone knew it including the big franchises who continually tried to buy it out. The more they talked about food, the hungrier Eris got until her stomach made a low groan of protest at being ignored for so long.

"Mmmm, I’l think about it." Eris grinned and twisted in Abaddon’s arm so she could very gently place her teeth against the defined muscle of his bicep, making playful growling noises.

The diner brought memories of a much simpler time to mind, and Abaddon knew she had chosen the right place to eat at. He ignored the odd looks they received as he slipped away from her grasp, a laugh soon following. He didn't stay far for long, however, his hand reaching for hers as they were led to their booth.

Like a gentleman, he offered her the first seat, cheeks adopting deep craters. "Ladies first, gorgeous."

A Wolf In Sheep's Clothing

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Even if Eris had wanted to look away, she would not have been able to. She was rooted to the spot, save for the hand that tugged her sleeve down over the offending marks that circled her arm. Abaddon must have made the decision that she had been unable to make because his laugh was like a bucket of ice water being poured directly down her spinal cord that would branch out across every nerve ending.

It was hard to imagine that the Boss, the same man who had showed her such kindness, was capable of… whatever this could be called. His eyes were black as coals and twice as beautiful, but Eris was grateful that those eyes were not fixed on her. Whatever he had done had broken Lorenzo from the inside out until she almost pitied the giant who sat trembling in the floor like a scared child.

As much as she wanted to see what happened, the wall of large bodies blocked her view and for that, she was grateful. It wasn’t the first gunshot she had heard, but it made her ears ring and she flinched visibly. She had watched Abaddon drop the gun, there was no way he could retrieve it so quickly. The blood thundered in her ears as she back away from the wall of henchmen.

Of course, there was no time to be wasted. While most of the men kept Eris' view blocked, a few branched off to dispose of Lorenzo's body, and more came in to clean the the… mess that was made. Abaddon did not have to be watching her to feel the fear rolling off of the girl's mind in waves, and for that, he was apologetic. This was not what he wanted a guest of his to go through. As the wall of men parted, so did the Boss' arms, and his smile told nothing of what just happened.

"Forgive me, Eris; I don't like air my dirty laundry or taking care of business in the public eye, but I just couldn't eat with someone like him around, you know?" He chanced a step forward. "I hope this ordeal hasn't spoiled your appetite?"

The blond gestured to the seat he once offered her and beckoned her forward, testing her nerves. "I would hate to have good food go to waste."

His men gave a short of shuffle, before returning to their seats. They knew of Abaddon's temper and of his hatred of abusers, but it was one thing to know of a myth, and another matter entirely to watch their boss reduce his right hand man to nothing short of total suicide. The men quieted themselves, keeping to nothing but whispers between them, akin to teenagers in a lunchroom.

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A Wolf In Sheep's Clothing

Eris’ eyes were damn near as big as dinner plates. The room seemed darker, more ominous with every word that rolled from the boss’ tongue. The hand jammed in her pocket reached from the coin he had given and clutched to it tightly while her heart banged against her chest wildly. She didn’t scare easily, but the rage boiling around Abaddon was nothing short of terrifying.

The only part of this that could make it anywhere near humorous was this wasn’t the worst she had endured at the hands of a man.

When he screamed, she flinched slightly. More of a grimace around the corners of her eyes. Seconds passed and still no gunshot that she had expected. Her attention finally fell on Lorenzo, but her face held no emotion. No smugness, no fear. Just….waiting for whatever end this would have.

Suddenly, Abaddon let out a genuine laugh, barrel of the glock still pressed to Lorenzo's temple. His anger had not dissipated, but everyone in the room knew what the laugh meant. In the boss' mind, Eris had made her decision.

It wasn't that difficult to find new henchmen.

Abaddon snarled deeply, eyes glowing a deep obsidian. They locked onto Lorenzo's and the man's mouth slid open, though no scream was ever emmitted. He jerked in Abaddon's grip as his worst nightmare was made alive before him. No gunshot was ever heard; he knew Eris was watching wuite intently by now. Good, he wanted her to see this part. After a moment, Abaddon pulled away and watched as Lorenzo sunk to the floor, muscles trembling.

"Boys, she doesn't need to see this," The blond called over his shoulder, eyes boring into the man before him. As Lorenzo began to whimper, one sentence was repeated over and over, "P-please, give m-me the gun, please!" The boss only chuckled as he dropped the gun into the other's lap.

As the wall of men blocked Eris' view, the gunshot was finally heard, but never at the hands of Abaddon.

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Abaddon Corinthos || Nightmare

Independent Canon-based Original Character

Follows some fandom canon

Open to crossovers/OCs/Canons

Semi to mostly-selective

Mun is of age with 9+ years of roleplay experience; muse is also of age

NSFW includes: violence and triggers; smut welcome

Assorted verses; very open to more and AUs

Open to all types of interaction

One-liners all the way up to novella

Gif usage; no icons/gifcons yet

Home — About — Rules

High School Never Ends || Teen AU! [Eris&Abaddon]

"Damn right you will." Eris giggled impishly and reflexively tightened the arm that had wound itself around the blonde’s waist. "I’ll be worse than ten dad’s with loaded shotguns if you aren’t." She groaned aloud when they were close enough to the diner to smell whatever greasy goodness they had cooked up for the day, and her stomach followed suit. "C’mon, before I decide that your arm would be a tasty entree." She giggled before yanking Abaddon inside.

The blond instantly followed her inside, spurred on not by her words but by the gurgling of his stomach. Not much of a breakfast person, Abaddon hadn't eaten much yet, and now his hunger was like a smack in the face. It damn near hurt and he pulled Eris in closer, eyes scanning the place out of habit. "As long as you share, gorgeous. I think my bicep would be pretty fuckin' delicious."

Brompton Cocktail || Evangeline & Abaddon [AU]

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She crawled over to the table and breathed in another line, feeling the powerful rush work its way into her bloodstream once more. “The Beast…” Evangeline had a quick flashback of being cowered in the corner of another random hotel room, being throttled with the terrifying images of ‘life’ after death. Darkness. Nothingness. A void. Gone. She butted out her cigarette before forcing the haunting memory away.

"That’s good." Evangeline prowled her way over to sit between his feet. "I don’t have anything to lose, but you’ve got a lot." She nuzzled against thigh of his jeans, liking the way the denim felt against her cheek.

Hungrily, he watched her, eyes flashing an unnatural teal that was gone before anyone could notice. They were drawn to each other in a way he could not fully understand, but he didn't fight it. No matter how far they ventured from each other, they were always thrown together again. That had to mean something.

A hand reached out as she pressed to his jeans, running through her hair as he looked down at her. This was one of the few moments they had spent together that wasn't sexual— though the reason for this one wasn't any better. "Whatever," He said finally, a breath huffing out as he finished his beer. "It doesn't matter t' me— well, it does, bu' I'm not gonna get caught."

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A Wolf In Sheep's Clothing

Eris fought the screaming urge to step back when Lorenzo made the first stride in her direction, but she was just stupid enough to stand her ground. If the big goon had it in his head to bash some respect into her, then it would be here. She’d taken beatings from bigger….barely.

It took a moment before the neurons in the teen’s brain finally connected how the two men had ended up even further away from her against the nearby wall. She had never seen someone move as fast as Abaddon before.

"I…How did…?" Eris questioned. She could have sworn that her sleeve had covered the bluish purple mark on her arm, and lithe fingers moved to tug the clothing downward; like a scolded child hiding something from a parent. Eris was almost certain that Abaddon knew already who had put his hands on her: the same man now pinned by his boss.

A quiet moment of indecision flashed in the raven haired girl’s mind. She wasn’t a rat by any means but…Abaddon Corinthos was not a man to anger, and the cool dangerous tone he had taken had quite frankly frightened her. ”It’s nothing, really.” She answered, though her gaze unintentionally flickered toward Lorenzo, awaiting his reaction.

Abaddon barely heard her, taking residence in a world of black as his fingers wrapped around Lorenzo's neck, nearly cutting off the man's supply of air. It didn't take long for him to spot the bruise, and the smugness rolling off of the man before him tipped him off before anything else did. He did not take her words into consideration, too busy muttering his own to Lorenzo, with a conviction that made the larger man's knees knock.

"So you like puttin' your hands on little girls, huh? Makes ya feel big? Knew you were scum, Lore, buh' this is a new low. Tell me why," Abaddon reached behind his back, pulling the glock from his waistband and twirling it between his fingers. A second later, he pressed the barrel to Lorenzo's temple, finger firmly wrapped around the trigger. "Why shouldn't I blow yer fuckin' brains out? YOU DON'T TOUCH LITTLE GIRLS!"

Finally he looked towards Eris, a growl ripping through his chest as he met her gaze. "She's th' only one that can save ya, Lore, so ya better start beggin'."

Feed, Little Maggots || Male!Eris & Abaddon Military AU

The blonde laughed, shaking his head as his cheeks cratered in amusement. “Is it my turn?” Abaddon mimicked the other’s accent, puffing his chest out as he replied, “Manic schizophrenic with pryromaniac tendencies, slight ADD stemming from a lack of necessary attention needed as a child-” He dropped the accent for a moment.

"Oh, and that violent outburst thing? That’s me, too."

The dark haired male listened intently to Abaddon, snickering to himself and running a hand through the portion of hair that had once been blonde- an action that earned a grimace. ”Sounds like you’re the kinda friend a guy would kill to have. Or maybe I’m just crazy enough to think so.”

Eris chuckled and turned toward the counter, bouncing on the balls of his feet while he ordered. ”Oh, and uh, whatever my man here wants.” He added, clapping a hand on Abaddon’s chest while the other looped around the back of his neck in a brotherly gesture.

"Hey, got my back, I got yours." Abaddon answered seriously, pausing to look Eris in the eye. What he saw there was someone who was like him, truly, and it was then he decided to keep him.

"Uh, I'll have the same," He began saying before looking at the man behind the counter, reaching back to fish for his wallet. "Mind making it a STAT mission? We totally weren't s'posed to walk off."

Brompton Cocktail || Evangeline & Abaddon [AU]

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"Don’t ya always, gorgeous?" Abaddon chuckled, touching behind his ear. He knew how Zippo got, so his lack of an appearance didn’t bother him. It wasn’t long before the Nightmare was bent over the table and demolishing another line, however; his shadow’s discomfort was not his own.

As he straightened back up, he shrugged, rolling his shoulder a moment later. “Yeah, fuckin’ workin’. I’m on the road just about two-hundred-somethin’ days a year.” The blonde replied, guzzling down his own beer as a lazy sort of grin spread across his face. Normally, he saw everything as clearly as a hawk did; this haze, the blurry edges, were a home he was not aware he missed.

"I did not," the brunette insisted. Although he was absolutely correct, she walked right into that one; blame it on being more than a bit distracted at the moment. She watched as Abaddon bent over to inhale another line. Evangeline knew better than to follow suit, despite how bad it made her ache for more. She was smaller, and far less tolerant.

Instead of prowling the floor akin to a restless animal, like she wanted to, Evangeline lay back on the firm surface and stretched out as she smoked, idly watching the handsome Nightmare work at emptying his beer. That sated little smile he wore was adorable. “Wait a minute… don’t you get tested for work and shit?”

"Sure," The Nightmare took to rolling his eyes in an exaggerative manner, knocking back the rest of his beer and setting the bottle down. His twitches were getting worse; he couldn't keep his hands steady and his knee bounced erratically, while his jaw worked before the start of every sentence.

When she mentioned work, he stilled for a passing second, taking on a thoughtful expression before answering, "Yeah, but there's ways of gettin' passed it. I'm too over right now for them t' do anythin' real bad about it, and if I feed beforehand, the Beast'll burn it right outta my system."

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That's Life - Mafia Verse Eriddon

ᴛʜᴀᴛ·s ʟɪғᴇ (that’s life), that’s what all the people say You’re ridin’ high in April, shot down in May But I know I’m gonna change that tune When I’m back on top, back on top in June I said that’s life (that’s life), and as funny as it may seem Some people get their kicks stompin’ on a dream But I don’t let it, let it get me down 'cause this fine old world, it keeps spinnin' around I’ve been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, a poet, a ♙pawn♙ and a ♛king♛ I’ve been up and down and over and out and I know one thing Each time I find myself flat on my face I pick myself up and get back in the race

тнαт’ѕ ℓιƒє (that’s life), I tell you I can’t deny it I thought of quitting, baby, but my heart just ain’t gonna buy it And if I didn’t think it was worth one single try I’d jump right on a big bird and then I’d fly I’ve been a ۪p۫۰۪u۫۰۪p۫۰۪p۫۰۪e۫۰۪t۫۰, a pauper, a pirate, a poet, a pawn and a [king] I’ve been up and down and over and out and I know one thing Each time I find myself layin’ flat on my face I just pick myself up and get back in the race That’s life (that’s life), that’s life and I can’t deny it Many times I thought of cuttin’ out but my heart won’t buy it But if there’s nothin’ shakin’ come this here July I’m gonna roll myself up in a big ball a-and die

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We Who Are About to Die || Gladiator AU

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He offered his Domina a knowing smirk, passing a glare towards the slaves that tried to touch him as he was escorted back to the ludus. Still, Abaddon hid his limp, knowing any sign of weakness would be jumped on by his opponents. Even so, history told him he would heal quickly and he was thankful for that; he was going to prove himself as soon as he was allowed.

Talia watched the newest addition leave with emerald eyes that sparkled with hidden glee. Not since Colonel had one been so brash, and there was no doubting how far it had brought him. And that cheeky little smirk should have found him yet again at the mercy of Dottore’s whip, but instead it made Talia smile inwardly. The games were fast approaching and Abaddon would certainly have his chance to stand before all the gods in glory…or fall into a pool of his own blood.