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OPENING COMMS ONCE AGAIN!!!

im currently going through a long and tedious battle to find a job......so for now art is my sole source of income. therefore, comms are open!

let me draw ur faves

comm link right here ‼️

COMMISSIONS ARE OPEN! 💛 i'm MOVING in a month so to help finance that i am opening:

• 2 full colour slots

• 2 black and white slots

• 2 comic pages

head on over to ko-fi to book a slot!

if you want a slot and they are no longer available, you can still dm me on here or on twitter so i can put you on a waiting list for a spot in the next batch of comms! :^)

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PSA TO ANYONE WHO DOESNT EVEN MAKE ART, DISABLE AI DATA COLLECTION ON YOUR BLOG

ART REBLOGGED TO AN ACCOUNT WITH THIS ENABLED WILL ALLOW MIDJOURNEY TO USE THE ORIGINAL POSTERS WORKS WITHOUT THEIR CONSENT

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ITS MEEEEE 💛

check me out 😏

💙Contributor Intros❤️

Will you look at that... Chos_2099 is part of the team! Her contribution is a memorable one💙

@oventrout 's art is looking amazing!! He's such a great addition to the project💙

Another lovely writer, @lemonmangosorbet !! They truly are bringing something very special to the project💙

We're VERY happy to have NaelRimeko as part of the zine! You'll be too, reading his piece!💙

We really can't wait for you to read the great kiribabe_ 's work! It's a very special one👀💙

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sorry for not posting ive been busy filling up suitcases and tapping and labeling large boxes 😪😪 but know that steddie is always on my mind 🫡

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bothersome bf good bf :)

look at them.

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OPENING COMMISSIONS AGAIN!

i'm moving next week!! and with costs and fees i have been SWAMPED, so i'm opening commissions again to help finance it all! please do take a look, i would love to turn your concepts and ideas into reality :^)

(reblogs appreciated 💛)

COMMISSIONS ARE OPEN! 💛 i'm MOVING in a month so to help finance that i am opening:

• 2 full colour slots

• 2 black and white slots

• 2 comic pages

head on over to ko-fi to book a slot!

if you want a slot and they are no longer available, you can still dm me on here or on twitter so i can put you on a waiting list for a spot in the next batch of comms! :^)

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im on instagram too now hiiii 😏

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Hiiii, I remembered you did an Eddie sketchbook series last year on twitter and I absolutely love it! It’s such a great fanart. Just wondering, do you plan on continuing it?

ok so. i know that eddie's sketchbook was just a silly little thing that i was doin last year but. it gave me such a burst of energy and creativity and i feel like it's one of those projects where i rlly put my heart and my brain into it. and the only reason why i didnt continue on it was bc i didnt like where it was going and i felt like i couldnt go back and fix it.

to answer your question: i wanna work on it again and i think the best way for me to do that is to go back and start fresh. which is something that i'm already planning on doing (i'm working on a proper timeline and thumbnails). currently working on how i could remaster the pages that ive already posted before and how to make it all look more insteresting and cohesive :)

thank you so much for bringing it up! i'm so happy to hear that theres people who haven't forgotten about silly eddie's silly sketchbook <3

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just the afternoon sillies doing afternoon silly things :^)

also i'm on instagram now!! see u there 😏😏

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sleepy and domestic. just the way they should be :)

available as a print here!

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i get so overwhelmed with the amount of asks and messages i get on here 😭 i'm sorry for taking so long to get back to you!! i will as soon as possible i'm just. not used to people asking me things :^)

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STEDDIE ARE MY DRESS UP DOLLS NOW AND I LOVE THESE OUTFITS SM

[oventrout]

COMMISSIONS ARE OPEN! 💛 i'm MOVING in a month so to help finance that i am opening:

• 2 full colour slots

• 2 black and white slots

• 2 comic pages

head on over to ko-fi to book a slot!

if you want a slot and they are no longer available, you can still dm me on here or on twitter so i can put you on a waiting list for a spot in the next batch of comms! :^)

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steddie sketches from last year when i was still looking for the right brush :^)

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warming up with my warm boys :)

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and i'm just the boy who is looking at you

posted it on ao3 first months ago but i felt like sharing it again :)

just a little something to get back into writing :^) title from "you are the right one" by sports

Warmth. Akin to the sunlight hitting the apples of your cheeks, like the softness of a blanket when you wake up, like the arms of someone beloved circling your neck. Warmth that starts in the centre of your chest and spreads, becomes all encompassing, a bright flame eager to comfort you.

Eddie’s fingers dance over Steve’s freckled back.

Warmth but also light. The kind you can’t look at directly, where you have to avert your squinting eyes a little bit to the left to really make out the shape radiating it. The kind that leaves waltzing shapes and colours in your vision, that makes you think that if this was the last thing your mortal eyes had to witness then it wouldn’t be so bad; to fall victim to its luminescence.

Eddie settles his hand in between Steve’s shoulder blades, sprawled fingers trying to cover as much skin as his appendages will let him.

The soft movements of his lover’s lungs reminds him of gentle waves, waters of a lake licking at the sand of the shore. In and out, he’s silently grateful for the air that allows for this man’s presence in his bed right now, in his life forever. In and out, he wishes it was him flowing inside of Steve’s chest, nestled behind his bones.

Dry, slightly cracked lips connect with soft, smooth skin. A kiss that’s more a need to make sure that this moment is real, that he is not still in the arms of Morpheus, tricking him with his inmost longings. A second kiss, connecting with wrangled tissue, one more reassurance that despite it all, it is still them.

Kiss number three is born out of a base need to manifest his emotions in physical form; put his bleeding, still pumping heart on a platter and slide it over the metaphorical table.

The glow of the moon illuminates through pristine glass windows and plaid curtains, flaunting itself fully and proudly over their forms. Eddie has no choice but to be enthralled by the display it makes of Steve, like a marble statue under soft museum lights. The freckles and moles across his skin, it would be a disservice to only compare them to stars when galaxies exist. The scars make nebulas out of his flesh. The cracked and stretched skin like comets and meteors to be marvelled at.

Eddie’s fingers resume their earlier routine of gentle twirling and swaying. Carrying his devotion on his fingertips until they stop at his dearest’s mane of hair.

Frizzled and tangled from being dragged and rubbed over a cotton pillow case, but still ridiculous in its softness and shine. The locks that held their part of responsibility in the Steve The Hair Harrington persona, smothered in mousse and hairspray every morning, looked almost meek and demure in the intimate dark of this bedroom. Like they could finally rest, not feeling the need to be at their best for a little while.

Eddie curls a strand around his middle finger, letting it unfurl and fall back with its comates, joining back in their gracefulness. With only minimal concern for his bedmate’s unconscious state, he slides his hand through Steve’s hair, letting it engulf him. Wanting to bury himself in its splendour, live in its shadow and submerge himself in its radiance. He tries to be gentle in his touch but Steve still makes a soft noise in his sleep, rubbing his nose on his pillow before turning his head and gracing Eddie with a view of his face.

Reluctantly withdrawing his hand, Eddie cannot find it in himself to be put off by this development. If he compared Steve’s body to a marble figure then his face is what they based ancient Greek prose on. An idle finger traces quietly over his features.

Unblemished forehead relaxed, its lines barely visible under the embrace of sleep and rest, leaving Eddie to swipe his thumb over them, remembering the number of times his lips have met them. What are usually expressive eyebrows finally taking a break, skin around them smoothed and placid, hairs thick compared to the faint ones dotting his cheeks and the build of his square jaw. Faint scars left behind in the wake of his newfound adult body, leaving behind only memories of teenage hormones.

Eyelashes like feathers upon the tops of his cheeks, giving his masculine features a sense of delicacy and tenderness. Eddie often finds himself enchanted by them. The way they fan when Steve’s lids blink, the way they clamp together when Steve is under the pressure of his shower or when he can’t help but be brought to tears. The way they frame his eyes, brown like tree bark or the beautiful fall leaves he adores so much. His eyes that always seem to find his and hold so much in their mere existence.

Eddie wishes he could kiss them like the rest of Steve’s body but will make do with simply caressing them with his own.

From his eyelids, his thumb traces over the hard slope of his nose. Straight save for the slight bump at its base, with a round tip and just this side of big. The small pinkish scar on the side of it from a well timed strike. He slides his finger back and forth, as lightly and subtly as he can muster in his enthusiasm.

He loves Steve’s nose. He loves adorning a light smooch on the tip of it in the morning when they wake up in the same bed. He delights in the way that it brushes alongside his when their lips move together. How cold it can feel when Steve buries his face in the space where Eddie’s neck meets his shoulder. The way Steve’s breaths sound in exertion.

Not for the first time, as he presses the pad of his finger to the skin under his nose, Eddie wishes he could burrow himself in that divot.

As his hand approaches its final waltz, Eddie wonders at his ability to do any of this; to be aware that he is not the first but knows deep within his being that he will be the last. He marvels as he thinks about how he will be present at every crease, ridge or groove’s appearance, will witness the aftereffects of a life well lived on a face he so cherishes. To have been given the privilege, to be able to worship at the altar of Steve Harrington.

With a single slow sweep, Eddie maps out the lines of Steve’s lips. Plush, pink, full in a way that begs for biting and soothing. A mouth Eddie cannot help but be at the mercy of. His bane as well as his deliverance. His windfall as much as his hindrance.

He thinks back to the first time he got to kiss Steve. A random afternoon, in an ordinary setting, during a not so important moment in their lives that was made all the more significant by the simple juxtaposition of their lips. A burst inside Eddie’s chest, like his very own supernovae, making his everything shimmer and twinkle. Like he was made of nothing but a cluster of light, trying his best to match Steve’s shine.

He tugs Steve’s bottom lip down, exposing his lower teeth for a second before it bounces right back in place. Puts the slightest of pressure behind his finger to watch the flesh bunch underneath before he releases it. At this moment, how can he be held accountable when he surrounders to the urgency to feel it under his own?

Even breath slowly turns cognizant and attentive, brows gather downward as the dormant becomes aware once again. Shoulders bunch up as Steve turns on his side, now fully facing Eddie in all his semi consciousness. Eyelids fluttering open enough to see Eddie in the moon glow of the room.

Like Sleeping Beauty, is the first thought that pops into Eddie’s mind. A winsome creature caught in an innocent moment.

As if it were possible, a new surge of affection bubbles up in his chest until it sticks all the way up into his oesophagus, rendering him slightly open-mouthed and inarticulate. His bewildered reaction is unwarranted, he thinks. Of course he even manages to make the pure act of waking into a deed worth adulating.

Lips smacking, fingers scratching at his chin, Steve takes in Eddie as best he can in his daze. “Are you watching me?” He mumbles.

Quick, think of something, “Uh, I just got up to take a leak.” He whispers back. Safe, plausible, better than I was having a religious moment at 3 in the morning thinking of all the ways I’m stuck on you.

Mouth twists in the shape of a dull yawn, face turned towards the ceiling so he doesn’t subject Eddie to his stale breath. Doesn’t realise Eddie wouldn’t breathe in anything else if he could get away with it.

“Okay,” Steve concedes, drowsy still. He borrows himself into Eddie’s side, clumsily grabbing hold of his sleeping shirt as leverage. Nose and crook of the neck together at last. The move compels Eddie to lay on his back, tugging his love’s sluggish form further into his flank. Where he should be in perpetuity, as far as he’s concerned.

As he tucks their blanket tighter over Steve, Eddie sends a silent grateful message to the world around him. Grateful for having been given the chance to make this his reality, grateful for having the opportunity to cling to this, down to the strength of his chipped, polished fingernails.

Settling his head over Steve’s now sleeping one with a quiet satisfied sigh, the future never looked so lovely.

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genuinely just goin to start using tumblr again. such a fun community over here and the website isnt slowly cooking over the fiery pits of hell (unlike other websites) >:C