#stoned eddie munson

[formosusiniquis]

“This is a song off of an album, anyway,” Jeff trails off, trying to let Eddie start the riff for the next song. But he's not about to let this go unchecked.

“Jeffrey,” he drags out the name into as many syllables as he can manage, giving the end a singsong-y trill. “Jeffrey, did you forget which album the next song is off of?”

Gareth isn't mic'd but Freak is, so he can hear that at least one of them picks up his teasing with an ooooh.

“We don't need to tell them what every album is, they paid good money to see us. Hell, some of them probably saw us when we were debuting it.”

“But you announced the last one,” Freak says.

“An excellent point, Freakazoid.” Eddie agrees, “And he certainly set this one up like he was going to share again, didn't he?”

“He did,” Freak's nod is a little more exaggerated than it needs to be, playing it up for the nosebleed seats in the crowd.

“We've got a set list to get to, these people don't wanna be here all night.” Jeff tries.

“This is a Corroded Coffin crowd, my man, they don't bow to the whims of things like a bedtime.”

“Thank you to everyone who took advantage of the AARP presale,” Gareth adds, the bit has gone on long enough that he's had stage crew bring him a mic.

“Gareth had his knee replaced three months ago and he's here. These old fogies can put up with the show going an extra twenty minutes, while we dig down on this right?”

The crowd cheers, Eddie only waves them on a bit to amp them up. He sends his shit eating-est grin Jeff’s way as they shout.

“See, it's fine. Now, did ye of the memory vitamin supplements forget what album the song was from?” He turns to the audience more directly, “The people want to know!”

“Fine, yes, you've written so many songs about fucking Steve, they've all started to blur together. Does that make you happy?”

“Thrilled,” and he is. It's the best thing he's heard all day, and he gets to be on stage again for three generations of fans. “This next one is off of Hunt the Freaks, and it's actually about him fucking me.”

[jadewritesficshere]

Thinking about Eddie Munson who was complaining to the rest of the band about his shoulders and neck hurting post show. One of them convinces him to go for a massage.

Eddie shows up day of and is told to strip to level of comfort and get under the sheets laying on his back, his masseuse will knock before coming in. Eddie has not an ounce of care or shame, strips completely naked. Scars and tattoos on full display. He climbs between the sheets and waits. After knocking and hearing a "come in", his masseuse enters and-

The most handsome man he's ever seen walks in. A bit of stubble on his defined jaw, soft pale lips Eddie wants to kiss, big brown eyes Eddie wants to get lost in, slutty little waist and an ass Eddie could-

He introduces himself as Steve. Verifies where Eddie had said his tension was on the form he hastily filled out. Then it starts.

And maybe, maybe, Eddie is a bit touch starved. He could have anyone he wants, but they don't want him just his fame. Pushes them all away. Only gets close to his band, but they all are busy and have their own people outside of work.

And Steve is just touching him. Rubbing smooth circles into his temple, down his cheekbones towards his jaw. Pressing on parts of Eddie's face he didn't even realize were tense. It's relaxing.

And Eddie regrets not leaving at least his boxers on to help hide that he's becoming hard. Kind of embarrassing, which makes his dick harder- which, that's a lot to unpack right now-

"Hey, relax man," Steve says, laying a gentle hand on his shoulder. Eddie can see Steve's eyes dart towards the obvious situation," It's natural. Happens to the best of us." "Does it happen to you?" Eddie blurts out. Eddie wants to shove his face in one of these soft plush pillows and scream, but Steve just snorts a laugh and shakes his head at him. Doesn't even respond as he continues the massage.

Eddie tries to hold back his groans as Steve turns his head to the side and rubs his neck into his shoulders. He can feel the tension leave his body slowly. Feel the knots in his muscles release.

Eddie can't, however, hold back the noise he makes when Steve grabs a hold of his hair and tugs it. Eddie's eyes pop open and he stares into Steve's face, who has started blushing. Steve just clears his throat and let's Eddie's hair go before continuing the massage.

[cldhead]

roommates <3

[kofi]

[xxbimbobunnyxx]

18+MNDI (degradation, brat taming, dom/sub dynamics, pillow riding, facial, handjobs. Listen idk what happened… this stemmed from a thot I had bc of one of the nsfw asks @bimbobaggins69 sent me and my brain spiraled…)

“Look at her Stevie, look how pathetic she looks.” Eddie groans, the feeling of Steve’s large spit slick hand jerking his cock nearly sends his eyes into the back of his head. But he resists, keeping them on you.

“Oh she’s so fucking desperate… is that drool? Are you fucking drooling over our cocks right now baby?” Steve’s voice is condescending and there’s a lop sided smirk painted across his lips while he continues to fuck Eddie’s cock with his fist. His hips thrust in time with the other man’s hand on his own cock, his eyes also glued to you.

They have you sitting on the bed, straddling one of your satin pillow case covered pillows. Your body is completely bare while you desperately rub your wet pussy against the soft material. They’re standing directly in front of you, also fully bare, while they stroke each other’s cocks. Their hands run down each others bodies and they occasionally places kisses on each others lips, necks, shoulders. You want so badly to touch them, for them to touch you. Your eyes can’t decide where to look but they keep landing on their lips, and their cocks. You want them inside you so bad.

“Please.” You whimper, your hips continuing to thrust against the pillow. The soft material feels nice against your clit, but it’s not enough. You need your boys.

“Awww you hear that, Eds? She’s begging now. That’s cute.”

“Sooo cute, Stevie. It would be so much cuter if she wasn’t a fucking brat all day. Maybe then we would actually help her cum.” The long haired man taunts you.

“Right? She could be getting fucked by both of us right now but instead she has to watch and fuck her pillow like a desperate little slut.” Steve moans when Eddie picks up the pace of his strokes on his cock. A bead of precum leaks from his tip and you want nothing more than to lick it up.

“Too bad, her mouth looks so good right now. You really are drooling, huh? Just our dumb drooly little girl, so desperate to get off?” Eddie juts his bottom lip out, mock pouting at you.

“Yes, please, I’ll be such a good girl, please?” You’re so desperately turned on that you aren’t above begging, you’ll take anything they’ll give you at this point.

“Mmm… I don’t think so, princess. If you wanna cum, you know what to do.” Eddie snaps the fingers on his free hand, pointing at the pillow underneath you. His hips thrust into Steve’s hand, a moan you want to fucking swallow leaving his plush lips. “Oh fuck, that’s so good Steve. I’m so fucking close.”

You whimper as your hips pick up speed, subconsciously matching the pace of your boyfriend’s hands as they jerk each other off. Steve leans his head down so he can spit on Eddie’s already slick cock, you watch as he uses his thumb to mix it with the pearly white precum leaking from his lip. You weren’t sure before if you could cum like this or not, but how hot they look and they way they’re talking is quickly changing your mind.

“God, me too babe, fuck. Don’t stop.”

They’re so fucking hot. The way their forearms flex while they work each other with their hands, the beads of sweat collecting on their skin. Steve’s chest hair glistens and the hastily done bun Eddie threw his hair in is barely hanging on for dear life. You grab onto the end of the pillow, pulling it tighter between your legs, this new angle has the silk of the case hitting your clit in a new, more delicious way.

“Open your fucking mouth, baby girl. Stick your tongue out.” Eddie’s voice is strained, breathy grunts leaving his lips. You oblige, sticking your tongue out as far as it can go and looking up at them through your lashes. Your hips continue their assault on the pillow and you feel yourself getting close to the edge.

“Oh, good fucking girl, look at you. You’re so desperate. Just want us to paint you with our cum, huh? You’re so needy you’re gonna cum just from humping your pillow and watching us get off? You’re so pathetic baby.” Steve’s practically babbling now, his entire body shaking with pleasure. Eddie feels so good and you look so fucking sexy and it’s all too much. “I’m gonna fucking cum.”

“Fuck, me too.” Eddie moans.

You watch as their hands speed up, their bare chests heaving. Steve lets out a guttural groan and his body tenses as ropes of his cum shoot out onto your tongue and chin. Eddie follows suit, his own cum painting your tits. The sight of them coming undone for each other and the sounds they’re making combined with the taste and feeling of their cum sends you over the edge right with them. Your eyes roll back as your legs clamp shut around the pillow and a pornographic moan rips through you.

“Fuck. That’s so fucking hot. I’m about to get hard again just from watching that I swear.” Eddie swipes his thumb across your chin, collecting some of the combined juices and your eyes snap open just in time to see him licking the cum off of his digit.

“Dude. When are you not hard? Seriously. Baby, how are you doing? Wanna get cleaned up? I can make us all a nice bath.” Steve grabs your face in his hands, his eyes searching yours. He was always so gentle with you after you played like this.

“Mmm… that sounds nice and all Stevie… but I think I like Eddie’s idea of getting hard again a little more… then maybe a bath after?” You bite your lip as you look up at him eagerly. You still want them so bad.

“Fuck. Yes. What do you say, Steveeee? I think our girl deserves a little reward after she took her punishment so well…”

“You two are insatiable.. You’re going to be the death of me, I swear…..”

[findafight]

Okay I kept thinking about this post and Steve being a BNF of Corroded Coffin message board of the internet of yore.

Alright so way back in the nineties Suzie hooks everyone up with the internet, yes? Yes. Eddie and Steve got together in '92 after some mutual pining and a few disastrous relationships that couldn't handle 1) Steve and Robin's general QPR clinginess 2) Eddie's intensity 3) the secrecy required if having multiple years of monster fighting and subsequent NDAs and the trauma associated therein. They're older and more settled and ready for an Adult Relationship.

Corroded Coffin is gaining traction and doing really well and the internet is still a brave new frontier, so Steve says to Eddie something like "I'm going to see if there's some message boards about you 🥰" and find them he sure does. So he makes accounts and posts under the username EddiesOnlyGroupie because he's hilarious and also the mods banned him from using EddieMunsonsHusband (he figured it was fine on the internet because nobody actually knew who he was but APPARENTLY NOT homophobia lives on in the digital age). He gets pretty well known in the Corroded Coffin fandom, most assuming he's a woman because he will go off on how hot Eddie looked at a gig. Like. Saying unhinged internet shit because 1) true and 2) he and Eddie think it's so funny. Everyone kinda believes the groupie thing too because of all the performance pics he's able to post and how he'll sometimes offer tidbits if knowledge about the band.

When they transition from chatrooms to livejournal etc he follows, with the same username. He's kind of a legend by the mid aughts. EOG is the acronym people use when discussing theories on his identity, and he's like "guys I'm literally his only groupie it's self explanatory. Guys why don't you believe me Eddie hasn't slept with anyone but me since 1992. We're basically married". He goes "it's not a mystery we literally are in love and Jeff and I go to Cubs games and cry when they inevitably lose together. Gareth is Godfather to my cats" (Eddie is still offended that he was not named Sassafras and Moonshine's godfather when Steve and Robin adopted them in '89). No one believes him.

Possibly because he still thirsts after Eddie and whenever someone posts a new Eddie pic those in the know wait for him to pop up with comments like "I want to bite his neck omg" "he has no ass but nobody is perfect I'll settle between his thighs anyway" and "literally a crime I am not married to him right now what the fuck" As twitter grows he swoops in to grab his handle, and follows a bunch of other CC fan accounts (some of them old friends, some of them new to the scene)(EOG 100% has his own fanlore page, which also has speculation on who he is and how he gets all the bts pics. It also doesn't believe when he says what it says on the tin. He's Eddie's only groupie.)

tumblr and tiktok come round and Steve is like. Openly horny on main. He's seen some shit go down on the internet but he's still commenting on Eddie fan edits that are title shit like "why am I attracted to this middle-aged white man" and "retro cc fancam" with things like "I'd let him lick the inside of my ear and only bring it up to tease him on special occasions" "his FINGERS" "back in '89 Jeff and Howie and Claire staged a mutany over this song because they were 'sick of Eddie only writing about biting bats' lmao" and "Jeff is my favourite member of cc"(just to stir the pot)

Eddie comes out in the 2010's and he's like "yeah I've been in a long term relationship with someone who is usually mostly a man kinda (gender is fucky) for the past twenty years, lol. His name's Steve. I love him a lot even if he mocks me online." and of course EOG comments "the mods of that old message board should have let me keep my original handle of EddieMunsonsHusband. When're you gonna make it reality, Munson? smh" and everyone is like Huh?? EOG is a MAN? And he's like yeah? Sometimes?? Not always?

(He 100% thinks this is him telling people he's Eddie's Steve. They don't get the message)

Anyways life goes on Steve continues to thirst under pictures of Eddie, he has his pronouns and name in his bio on twitter (Steve, he/him, she/her, Eddie Munson's first and only groupie 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️ ) and continues to post behind the scenes photos that shockingly few people question (she always says "because I'm his groupie" though. He and Eddie think this is VERY funny and also true. Robin groans. They've been making the same joke for two decades.) and people believe it because Eddie has interacted EOG sometimes, liking photos or videos, commenting sometimes. (Steve has a more professional realname account that he rarely uses but Eddie usually tags Steve there)

And THEN Internet user EddiesOnlyGroupie says he's taking a few weeks off for her honeymoon because "I'm finally marrying the man of my dreams!" And people are happy for him but also bummed because Eddie is also taking a two week hiatus but EOG promises wedding and honeymoon photos. (Face reveal! Sorta!)((he doesn't get why people are excited because he's pretty sure he's been in a lot of Eddie's recent pictures, but whatever)

Imagine the Internet's surprise when Eddie Munson posts a collection of pictures spanning '86 to his 2016 wedding of him and Steve, including one of Steve looking seriously at an old desktop computer, captioned "Steve starting his internet career" and tags EOG.

Steve qrt with "I told yall. I'm his only groupie, and they should've let me keep EddieMunsonsHusband even if they WERE homophobic. Because now it's TRUE"

Niche internet community drama chaos ensues.

[steveseddie]

this whole time

for @steddie-week day three “mutual pining” and this month’s @steddiemicrofic “one, 111 words”

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One year. 

That’s how long Steve has been pining over Eddie when he finally makes a move (read: interrupts one of his nerdy rambles with a kiss).

Only to find out that Eddie has returned his feelings this whole time. 

“I can’t believe we could’ve been doing this for a whole year,” Steve complains later, his head resting on Eddie’s chest and his fingers absently tracing his scars. They’re fully healed now- that’s how long it’s been since Eddie came into Steve’s life and turned it upside down. Pun very much intended. “We wasted so much time.”

“Well, sweetheart,” Eddie says, kissing Steve’s hair. "We better start making up for it.”

ao3

[gorgeousgreymatter-x]

actually i’m stoned and i want my friends to suffer so grey is gonna rec her favorite smutty fics of theirs!!!!!!! SO BUCKLE UP LOSERS

IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER

Do you wanna read about Steve being pretty in pink and Eddie fuckin gagging over it? Then you should probably head on over to wear me (like your favorite clothes) by @sourw0lfs (rated m)

Do you wannna see cute boys kissing in pools and also read the sweetest, tenderest smut scenes I ever did see? Then you should jump right in to so let's sneak in from the cheap seats, honey by @messessentialist (rated e)

Do you want a little service dom steve-who-does-yoga with your steddie? then you should read the yogi steve series by @wynnyfryd (rated e, and yes technically i helped write the first one but it was in that way where matt damon was like ‘sure yep yeah me and ben wrote good will hunting together’, but, like, we all knew, ya know? so this is pretty much all her genius lol !!!) 

Would you go crazy for some hot rock and roll boys who kiss???? well you’re in fuckin luck bud, because it’s literally called Boys Who Kiss Boys On Stage by @wormdebut (rated e)

[sabbathbloodysabbeth]

Eddie: *absolutely baked out of his mind* Do- Do dicks get hickeys Stevie?

Steve: *almost as stoned if not more* Hm- I don’t know. Should we like? Myth bust that shit?

Eddie: *shrugging already unzipping his pants* I mean you were the one to toss the idea out there not me

[ninjantome]

@3MinsOver wrote an article for Rockstar Eddie and it deserved a full magazine cover! Big shout out to @ayeayeayes and @noxarcanaart for their amazing work on Flight Risk, the fic that inspired this article. Leave kudos on both works here https://tinyurl.com/2a9zvm2z

Credits for the photos go to @fefemunson and @pearlyjaw go give them some love!  

[morganbritton132]

I come to you humbly to ask that Joan the disservice cat gets a redemption arc. I read a story once about a cat that was so noisy it lead rescuers to its missing elderly owners. Maybe while Eddie is gone something happens health wise to Steve and while Ozzy absolutely has the situation locked down Joan goes and finds a neighbor (Diane?) And yells until she follows her back to the house. Steve is absolutely fine but embarrassed that his arch-nemesis was the one that helped him and Eddie copes by making increasingly unhinged jokes about how Steve is so passive aggressive and dramatic he literally tried to die (he was not near death at all) while Eddie was playing in Las Vegas.

Right out the gate, I wanna say that I love this. It’s so freaking cute. Joan doesn’t really need a redemption arc because she really is a sweet cat. She just got bad editing and she doesn’t care about her bad reputation *guitar riff* but that being said, absolutely yes.

Eddie found Joan in a storm drain one night when it was raining really hard and brought her home. She was so young that he had to bottle feed her until she was old enough so Joan does love Eddie, but she loves him the way a rebellious teenager does  - with all her heart but also with a healthy dose of mischief. She loves Steve like a baby that needs looked after.

They already had Ozzy by the time they got Joan, so she grew up watching the way that Ozzy interacts with Steve and kind of mirrors those interactions in the same but distinctly cat-like manner.

It’s not a big seizure.

Steve will say later that it wasn’t a big seizure, but it happens during meal prep and he’s holding a knife. It’s not even two minutes – probably – but he’s holding a knife and when it’s over, he’s bleeding. It’s a lot of blood all at once and Steve is probably fine, but he’s a little bit woozy. A little exhausted. He’s also probably got a bit of PTSD about seeing a lot of blood all at once on account of the time he saw his future husband nearly bleed to death in the arms of his pseudo-son/little brother.

It results in Steve sitting on the kitchen floor with a rag held to his cut hand as it gets more and more saturated with blood while Steve tries to claw his way out of a bad memories and bone-deep exhaustion. Ozzy obviously tries to take care of Steve while he’s distressed – he’s trained to do so, but it takes time.

Diane is the perfect person for Joan to go to because Steve does not like her. Steve thinks that Diane treats him like he’s ‘delicate’ and that she knows all about epilepsy because she used to work with a woman whose son was epileptic. She treats him the way that some people treat pregnant women, like he shouldn’t do anything because of his condition. It drives him insane, but Joan is a cat. She does not pick up on that.

She knows that Diane is a woman that has been at the house multiple times and that interacts with Steve. There’s no one in the house for Ozzy to alert, so Joan wiggles herself through a cracked window and makes her way down the street.

She is obviously not going to the neighbor across the street, Dan, because his house reeks of dog. Diane is not Steve and Eddie’s immediate neighbor, but she is the one that Joan goes to and meows loudly on her front porch. She is scratching the hell out of her front door when Diane finally answers it to see what the ruckus is all about.

Diane recognizes Joan as Steve and Eddie’s cat, so she ends up following her back to their house just to return the cat. Steve never remembers to lock their back door so that’s now Diane gets into the house.

Once Steve comes out of the post-ictal fog, he’s mortified that his least favorite neighbor managed to get him into a car on its way to the hospital and was talking to his husband on his phone. It’s mortifying. He’s fine. It’s a small cut that requires three unnecessary stitches.

Diane keeps going on and on about that sweet little guardian angel of a cat of theirs and Eddie declares in all his flamboyant fashion that Joan has graduated from a disservice cat to a service cat (this is revoked the first time she trips Eddie on the stairs). He even posts a picture on the Corroded Coffin official Twitter page of Steve asleep with his wrapped-up hand and Joan curled up on his head. He captions it ‘my hero’ with three emoji hearts.

He clarifies later that he’s talking about the cat, not the extremely sexy man underneath.

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[cranberrymoons]

the legend of camp lovers' lake

prompt: friday the 13th (discord drabble)

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At Camp Lovers' Lake, there’s a legend that goes back, way back to the 50s before any of them were even born, when it was home to a nicer group of kids, with smaller problems and bigger poodle skirts, or… something. Probably. 

People in the 50s were always wearing that kind of shit. 

Anyway.

The story goes like this: a group of campers, nice and sweet and well-behaved, playing songs around the fire, until a couple of them snuck off to the barn, where they met a grisly end at the hand of a mysterious killer who remains at large to this day , ready to make his grisly return and –

Robin snorts, throwing a marshmallow that bounces off Eddie’s forehead. 

“Whatever, dude.”

Eddie tilts the flashlight away from under his chin and points it directly into her face. She winces away, waving a hand in his direction. 

“I’m serious, man,” he says. “Everyone knows it. It’s like… a camp right of passage or something.”

She just shakes her head, and Steve rolls his eyes, and Argyle holds out the joint in his direction, and – whatever.

“Fine. Don’t believe me,” he says as he accepts the joint and takes his turn, passes it to Jonathan on his other side. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you if you get axe murdered by a geriatric serial killer.”

“I thought it was a knife,” Steve says. He’s got a cigarette clenched between his teeth, thumbing over the frayed edge of a book of matches. He raises his eyebrows. “You just said knife.”

Eddie feels his smile tilt up at the edges of his mouth. “At least someone was listening to me.”

“We were all listening,” Robin says. “You’re just full of shit. You better not scare any of the kids with that when they get here next week.”

Eddie rolls his eyes. “Anyway, moral of the story is –” he says as he sets his flashlight down in favor of cracking open a fresh beer. He tosses the tab into the fire pit. “No funny business in the barn.”

“Shame,” Steve says. “Guess there are other places, though.”

He’s stretched out on the ground, elbows propping him up with his feet stretched toward the fire. Eddie’s eyes roam up his torso to his face, which is wearing the prettiest little blush, and Eddie just wants – he just wants . 

He feels it zing through him, bold and unrestrained, and it makes him crazy, makes him feel like he’s just licked a battery or something.

He clicks the flashlight back on for something to do with his hands, props it under his chin and wiggles his fingers in Steve’s direction, widening his eyes.

“Now let me tell you, campers, the legend of the legendary mothman.”

They all groan, but Steve is laughing, and Eddie will count that as a win.

[also on ao3]

[danicalithegirl]

Unveiling the Depths of Metal: An Exclusive Interview with Eddie Munson of Corroded Coffin

Page 1:

In the dimly lit confines of a tucked-away studio, where the air is thick with the scent of aged leather, cigarettes, and the faint echo of amplified riffs, Stacee Reider finds himself in the presence of Eddie Munson, the enigmatic frontman of Corroded Coffin. Nestled amidst the clamor of their forthcoming album release, Eddie graciously invites Rolling Stone into his world, offering a glimpse into the labyrinthine journey of his band's 13-year tenure in the annals of rock history.

Stacee: Eddie, it's an honor to sit down with you amidst the fervor surrounding Corroded Coffin's latest venture. Reflecting on the past 13 years, what has been the most defining moment in the band's journey thus far?

Eddie Munson: Thank you, it's a pleasure to be here. Without a doubt, our most defining moment was when we first took the stage with Nirvana, back in '91, on the Nevermind  tour. It was a baptism by fire, an electrifying communion between band and audience that solidified our resolve to forge ahead, no matter the odds. To quote Kurt "The energy comes out of us and it goes into the audience and they bounce it back and we just play catch with some vibes". They [Nirvana] have always had this sort of game of catch with their audience, even with Bleach. This tour really passed along that torch to us so to speak. All of those fans, ready to "catch some vibes" got to hear us first and really initiate that gameplay. 

Stacee: Your music often delves into themes of darkness and redemption, resonating deeply with legions of fans worldwide. What fuels this creative fire within Corroded Coffin?

I can see in his hand, as he's thinking of his answer, he's fidgeting with some dice. They appear to be fantasy style, and they look very worn, as if he's had them a long time.

Eddie Munson: For us, music has always been a conduit for exorcising our inner demons, a primal scream amidst the chaos of existence. Whether it's grappling with the shadows of our own psyche, facing our past, or confronting the societal abyss, our music serves as a beacon of catharsis for those who dare to embrace the darkness. In high school, I ran a D&D club called the Hellfire Club. We met once a week and played for hours. I think my love of dark fantasy, as an escape, stems from times like Hellfire Club, and we really try and give people times like that with our music. 

Stacee: Beyond the stage, your personal life has garnered its fair share of intrigue, particularly since you keep it so private. I know you are married to your Highschool Sweetheart, so tell me, how has love influenced your artistic journey?

Before he answers this question, he pulls out another cigarette and lights it, illuminating the studio. He offeres me one, I decline. Then he takes a few drags as he says.

Eddie Munson: Chrissy is my anchor amidst the storm, a guiding light that illuminates even the darkest corners of my soul. Our union has been a source of boundless inspiration, infusing our music with a newfound depth and vulnerability. And our children, Freya and Cathan, they're the heartbeat of our existence, a constant reminder of the legacy we strive to leave behind. Especially coming from Hawkins, in the midst of all that shit in the '80s, we really want to leave behind something positive for our kids. We are really just striving to give them everything we never had and help mold them into better people than we think we are.  

He pulls out his wallet and hands me a folded photo, featuring Chrissy and the kids. I go over it a few times before handing it back to Eddie. He folds it back up and puts it in his wallet, placing it back in his jacket pocket.

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Stacee: As you prepare to unleash your latest opus upon the world, what can fans expect from Corroded Coffin's newest offering?

Eddie Munson: With each album, we endeavor to push the boundaries of our sound, to chart new territories within the vast expanse of metal. This latest chapter is no exception; it's a sonic odyssey that traverses the abyss of the human experience, a symphony of darkness and light that beckons the listener to journey deeper into the labyrinth of the soul. It really begs the listener to dig deep down into the inner reaches of themselves and ask those hard and dark questions. I was feeling this when I started the album. Cathan had just turned 2 and Freya was 4. Chrissy and I had just celebrated 8 years married, 14 together, and I guess I was just realizing how fast time moves and whatnot. It seemed like just yesterday we were driving her to college in Chicago in August of '86, and now its 2000. Crazy man. This made me reflect on myself and my journey, and I had a period where I retreated into my music room and felt sad for a while as I sat and thought about these things. I faced some hard truths, some demons, and celebrated my wins, and out came the first few songs off the record. 

Stacee: Finally, Eddie, what does the future hold for Corroded Coffin? Where do you see yourselves in another 13 years?

Eddie Munson: The future is an enigma, a tapestry woven from the threads of our collective destiny. But one thing is certain—we'll continue to march to the beat of our own drum, to defy the constraints of convention and forge ahead on our own terms. As for where we'll be in 13 years? Who knows... perhaps standing atop the mountain peak of our greatest triumph yet, or venturing into uncharted waters in search of new sonic horizons. Only time will tell.

As the interview draws to a close, Eddie Munson offers a glimpse into the soul of Corroded Coffin, a band unbound by the shackles of expectation, steadfast in their commitment to the relentless pursuit of musical transcendence. And as the echoes of their latest masterpiece reverberate through the hallowed halls of rock history, one thing remains abundantly clear—Corroded Coffin's legacy is etched in stone, an indelible testament to the enduring power of metal in all its raw, unbridled glory.

[wormdebut]

Eddie always teases Steve by screaming singing Centerfold at him, because “My baby is hotter than any playboy bunny.”

Steve is always super embarrassed and blushy and Eddie thinks it’s adorable.

Until, Eddie ends up doing a spicy lil spread for a magazine that did an article on him and his new album.

These days you never miss Steve humming along to “Nana Nananana My Angel is The Centerfold”

The spread is framed above their bed it’s a whole thing.

[somecallmejohn]

For the past couple years I’ve been drawing my fictional crushes and here’s the lineup I got so far.

[telekineticseance]

Just letting y'all know I make character playlists in my free time as well. So if y'all wanna check those out here they are. <3 You can also follow me if you’d like on my profile and check out my other playlists as well!

MATTREY CHARACTERS:

JOE YOUNG - ORGAZMO

DAVE THE LIGHTING GUY - ORGAZMO

JOE COOPER - BASEKETBALL

DOUG REMER - BASEKETBALL

ALFERD PACKER - CANNIBAL! THE MUSICAL

TV SHOW CHARACTERS:

EDDIE MUNSON (MORE LIKE HIS MIXTAPE) - STRANGER THINGS

CARMEN BERZATTO - THE BEAR

AZIRAPHALE - GOOD OMENS

CROWLEY - GOOD OMENS

LESTAT DE LIONCOURT - INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE

LOUIS DE POINTE DU LAC - INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE

DANIEL MOLLOY - INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE

DEAN WINCHESTER - SUPERNATURAL

HUGHIE CAMPBELL - THE BOYS

KLAUS HARGREEVES - THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY

MOVIE CHARACTERS:

ASH WILLIAMS - EVIL DEAD

EDWARD SCISSORHANDS - EDWARD SCISSORHANDS

PATRICK BATEMAN - AMERICAN PSYCHO

ART THE CLOWN - TERRIFIER

ERIC DRAVEN - THE CROW

CHAINSHIPPING - SAW

WADE WILSON - DEADPOOL

JAMES “LOGAN” HOWLETT / WOLVERINE - X-MEN

[kiasbarse]

every time i encounter a new fictional/celebrity man to crush on i have to ask myself: “do i want him or his gender?”