| it/its | late twenties | queer | I made the sculpture in my avatar/icon myself. [Avatar ID: a close-up photo of a handmade purple and yellow octopus sculpture with big eyes. End ID] | [Header ID: a photo of a faint rainbow on a gray sky taken through a window with visible raindrops on it. End ID]
This blog is a collection of fandom stuff (tagged) and art and other things (untagged). Most posts are text only or described (the occasional post without a description is tagged #no image description). Also most things go through the queue.
Sometimes I write fics and image descriptions. The fics can be found on AO3 or most of them on here (fics by zombie) and if I wrote and ID for your post, please add it to the original one (no credit needed)!
I also make things from polymer clay with occasional posts about those WIPs on here. Once they are finished I post them to my side blog which also collects other's sculptures (everything described). Below the cut (because it's getting long) is a list of ideas. The completed projects and links to the post for them can be found in this post on the sideblog.
There are too many things I'd like to make and most of them are above my (current) skills - so I'll try to list and categorize them somehow.
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[ID: digital illustration humanoid standing by roadside. They have two pairs of large, grey, feathered wings extended behind them. Covered in small yellow stars. Their head is round with indistinct edges and two pointed ears. It is dark like space and dotted with stars. They have their hands in the front pocket of their orange hoodie. A scrawled road sign behind their head reads "dead end." /end ID]
Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson do not get along. Theyβve been sniping at each other since saving the world from Vecna and everyone is tired of it They would fight at the bar. They fight in Family Video. They fight over music, over movies, over whether Eddieβs van is βa death trapβ.
But what nobody knows is Steve started it. And Steve keeps starting it. Because the first time Eddie got really mad like red faced, voice cracking, gesturing with those rings and hair all wild from running his hands through it Steveβs brain just short circuited. God, heβs so hot when heβs pissed. He would think to him self.
So now Steve has a system. He says something dumb about his music choice and Eddie explodes. Steve wins. Not the argument. But just to see him.
Eddie doesnβt get it at first. He just thinks Steveβs an asshole who peaked in high school and never learned to shut up. Until one night Steveβs baiting him about βreal musicβ and Eddie shoves him hard against the brick wall outside the Hideout, and Steve smiles.
Oh.
βYou absolute freak,β Eddie says realization dawning and devastating. βYou like this. You like when Iββ
Steve cuts him off by kissing him, because since heβs been caught he might as well give in.
Eddie Munson has no concept of personal space like at all Heβs always leaning on Steve. Draped over him during movie nights. Throwing an arm around his shoulders to point at something in his notebook.Β And Steve Harrington who grew up in a big empty house where his parents barely hugged him, shortcircuits every time.Β Β
βPersonal space, Munsonββ he always muttered but he never actually moves away.Β Β
But one day it happened Eddie gets a call Corroded Coffin booked their first real gig outside of Hawkins. He screams and drops the phoneΒ and launches himself at Steve. Full body hug. Arms and legs and excited babbling.Β And Steveβs supposed to push him off. Make a joke or something but Instead he freezes. Then melts. Arms come up slow and wrap around Eddieβs waist. Bury his face in Eddieβs neck. He breathes in.Β And doesnβt want to let go.Β And of corse Eddie notices. And pulls back an inch. βYou okay there, big boy?βΒ Β
Steveβs honest before he can stop himself: βCan we stay like this a little longer?βΒ Β
Eddieβs eyes go soft. βYeah, Stevie We can.βΒ Β
Thatβs how it starts.Β Β
βCuddling for science,β Eddie calls it first.Β Β
And soon itβs every movie night. Eddie curled into Steveβs side, Steveβs arm around him, fingers carding through Eddieβs hair because Eddie sighs all pretty when he does.Β Β
Eddie Munson, who gives famous actor Steve Harrington marriage papers to sign as a joke for his tiktok/instagram/youtube/whatever to see how he reacts, if he gets mad or acts rude, and Steve Harrington, who looks at the papers, at Eddie, at the papers again, shrugs, and signs them.
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Prompt Day 11: Ashtray | Word Count: 605 | Rating: T | CW: Drug Use (Weed) | POV: Steve | Pairing(s): Steve/Eddie | Tags: Post Season 3, Domestic, Smoking | Read on ao3
For @corrodedcoffinfest
Steve lets out a long exhale and stares at the joint held between his fingers. He needs an ashtray. He looks at the coffee table. It's littered with junk: receipts, bills, dirty plates, half empty beer cans. There's a coin dish with change a good shove away from spilling over. At the far side of the table is a squat, lumpy bowl. It's tan, with splotches of blue, and a squiggly design wrapped around it.
It also has ash and several cigarette butts in it. Steve grabs it and sets it on the arm of the couch. He taps some ash into the bowl and perches the joint on the edge. Eddie's coming back soon and he needs to think about what they want for supper.
Before he can get up to investigate the cupboards; Eddie arrives, a wild grin on his face. He heads over to Steve and pulls him into a kiss. It's a nice one. Then again, all kisses with Eddie are nice ones.
Eddie tilts his head. "I see you've started without me."
Steve glances down at the joint. "Oh, it's another pain day."
He hasn't told Eddie much about the Upside Down, can't really, but Eddie knows enough that Steve's body is a little fucked up and sometimes needs something for the pain. It's how they got together after all. He picks the joint up and hands it to Eddie.
"Thanks, sweetheart," Eddie says. He bends down towards the joint and takes a puff. As he exhales, he digs into his jacket pocket and pulls out a pack of Camels. He grabs a cigarette and lights it.
"C'mon. What were you doing before I got here?"
"I was thinking about supper."
Eddie exhales, tapping the ash into the bowl. "Let's see what we've got left."
They manage to scrounge up some hot dogs and half a bag of potato chips. Steve watches the hot dogs boil in the pan. "Where did you get the bowl?"
Eddie picks it up and smiles. "I made it."
Steve looks at it again. It's still lumpy with blue splotches but he feels a warmth at the idea of Eddie making it. "Was it for Wayne?"
Eddie sets it down and scootches closer to Steve. "We were making pinch pots in art. I think I was seven? I wasn't that good to start with, but I think one of the other kids fucked with it before they put it in the kiln. Wayne didn't care. Glad I always planned to give it to him instead of my old man."
Eddie plucks the hot dogs and tucks them into slices of bread. Steve and Eddie head to the living room to eat. They watch reruns and when they're done eating, Steve snuggles up with Eddie.
Eddie lights another cigarette and holds it to Steve's mouth after he's had his turn. Steve stopped smoking after the first Upside Down incident. But between everything that happened at Starcourt and hanging out with Eddie, he'd started again.
"So, was the pinch pot always an ashtray or did that become a later thing?" Steve asks.
"A later thing," Eddie says as he angles his head away from Steve, blowing smoke. "I couldn't find a fucking ashtray and this was the first thing I found. Wayne didn't seem bothered, and honestly it's way easier to find."
Steve hums. Eddie and Wayne's relationship fascinates Steve. It probably has a lot to do with Steve thinking his dad's an asshole and the lack of any other familial role models.
Steve looks at the pinch pot again, in all its lumpy glory, and smiles.
We report: threads of light are trailing after the sunset, and the dry air is becoming more breathable. It has felt like noon all day, the intensity of the sun, the narrow, sharp shadows. Our expert, remarkably, manages to feel a little cold when a light breeze shakes the wheat.
[Image Description: a YouTube video titled βSteven Universe: Literally Every Time Someone Criesβ with a thumbnail of Steven crying with reddened cheeks and a snotty nose.
There is a close-up screenshot of the video length, which is 51 minutes and 44 seconds.
ID: six small landscapes featuring mountains, each one is, surrounded by a frame of one type of wildflowers. The flowers include wild strawberry, buttercup, and syringa/mock-orange.
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[ID copied from alt, image 1: illustration of a yellow and green field of dandelions. the view is dense with grass and flowers. in the top left corner, the date reads may 24. on the outside, a border of the second illustration peeks through
Image 2: an illustration of a group of late stage dandelions, light and puffy. there's one yellow dandelion in the mix. the illustration is done in cool grays, with loose black outlining. in the background, the yellow green of the first illustration peeks through. End ID]
[ID: poem printed in blue ink with block letter stamps. Poem reads:
"14 years,
1,368 miles,
6 doctors,
hundreds of calls,
to clinic,
to specialists,
to people who held,
my future in their,
hands,
like a dying bird." /end ID]
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