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jemmacdraws · 2 months
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hey it’s 2024 and im still drawing kas eddie ♥️
[eddie panel only]
Did I plan this? No. Did I think about it at all before attempting to organise it? No. Is there a reason he doesn’t have a shirt? Also no. Enjoy!
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vivalski · 1 year
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Vampire Slayer 💥🦇
(Available on INPRNT)
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disjointed-art · 7 months
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A silly idea turned comics that got a tad out of hand with detail, you know like always.
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I doubt I will color this for a while so here’s the line art :3
I’m dog sitting a big baby and she’s killing my body so I’m a tad worried about catch my breath page for Monday so it may come Tuesday. Sorry guys
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xgumiho · 1 year
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May your ashes feed the river in the morning rays 🗡️
Some Kas!Eddie to celebrate International Bat Appreciation Day | For @batboysxprompts Bat to the Bone event 🦇
© xgumiho | do not repost/steal/edit/crop
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undreaming-fanfiction · 3 months
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There isn't much left of Hawkins now. The town is nearly empty, only a few residents here and there, but other than that? Basically a ghost town. It's slowly fading away and those few windows that shine in the night rarely interact.
One of them is the Harrington mansion.
The Harrington mansion was nearly destroyed in the Red earthquake of 1986, and whoever rebuilt it must have had a weird sense of humor, a questionable taste in movies or both. It is a gothic-inspired monstrosity, tall windows, statues, gargoyles, crooked trees and all. People say it is haunted and honestly, it looks the part.
But it's supposed to be full of stuff worth stealing so of course the group decides to go in. Anything to scratch the itch. The guy in the local pawnshop, a vulture who built his business on the misery of others, on their abandoned homes and dreams,  doesn't ask any questions and pays well.
They don't know much about the house, but someone told them it's the perfect target. The Harrington guy who lives there is around fifty and has a known distaste for guns, so they feel confident. Maybe he'll be asleep. Maybe they won't even have to hurt him.
Maybe some of them hope he'll fight. Maybe they need to find an outlet for all that anger. Their families failed them and so has the society, there's nothing for them here, not anywhere else. They just have each other, another damaged group of teenagers and fresh adults, and if roughing that guy up and getting a bunch of valuables in the process gets them some food and maybe a bottle of whiskey to forget it all? It's worth it.
There is light shining through the living room windows and they feel the warmth and luxury they feel they were denied. It's decided, no waiting for the guy to fall asleep.
They kick in the ornate door and prepare to enter the house.
And then it happens: the gargoyle above the main door comes to life.
It descends on them and knocks the first two to the ground immediately. They don't see much of it before darkness takes them, but it has wings, long hair and talons like a hawk. It tosses their strongest friend away as if he was a rag doll. When it squeezes one of the girls by the throat, she can see faded ink on its forearm, a swarm of flying creatures. 
The thought of it being originally human is even worse.
"It's a fucking monster!" one of them sobs as he shuffles back on his elbows, screaming into the dark that will never answer.
That's when Harrington finally joins the hissing monster on the steps, but he isn't afraid. He doesn't even flinch. His hand reaches out and tucks a strand of that long curly hair behind the creature's pointed ear. "A monster?" he smiles at the intruder. "That's no way to call my boyfriend."
Can be read as a standalone, or, if you like more wholesome endings, read it HERE.
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puppy-steve · 6 months
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can't you hear that scratching (it can hear you)
baby's first microfic! im actually really proud and happy with this one
@steddiemicrofic october prompt: suck | wc: 480 | cw: none
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"Babe, are you ready yet? Robin's already at the Wheeler's and we still gotta stop at the store for candy." Steve stands in front of the bathroom mirror, trying to get his hair slicked back just right, before securing Eddie's folded bandana around his forehead and finishing the look with a white construction hat.
"I think the Sinclair's are gonna do like a joint thing? I don't know, Nancy has the details, but we're setting up tables in the front yard." Steve waits for a reply, but frowns when he's met with silence. "Eds?"
He walks into their bedroom to find it empty, Eddie nowhere in sight. "Babe?" He checks the guest rooms, downstairs, the kitchen. Steve looks out the window over the sink and sighs when he sees Eddie's van gone.
"Asshole," he mutters to himself. "Could've told me he was going ahead." He checks himself in the mirror by the door and smooths down his fake mustache before grabbing his keys and throwing his jacket on.
He unlocks the Beemer and tries to ignore the feeling of eyes on him.
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Maple Street is already packed with kids by the time he gets there. He pulls into the Wheeler's driveway and is even more confused when he doesn't see the van. Nobody at the house as seen him, either, and Steve pushes down his worry as he helps Karen and Sue stock the candy bowls.
As the night progresses, there's still no sign of Eddie. The kids come by a couple times but they haven't seen him either. Steve sneaks around the back of the house for a smoke when it gets closer to curfew. What if something happened to him on the way? He takes a nervous drag and a flash in the woods catches his attention. Immediately, he's on alert, eyes scanning the treeline.
It happens again. Against his better judgement, he investigates.
Leaves crunch under his shoes the further into the woods he gets. The hair on the back of his neck stands up, the feeling from earlier back. His stomach drops and his hands shake, cold washing over him as his eyes dart across the darkness.
He's being hunted.
He keeps his breathing under control but there's a swoosh from above and Steve suddenly finds himself face down in the dirt before he can scream. He thrashes and tries to knock whatever it is off him, desperately grasping at the dirt. Then, there's a hand on the back of his head and low, familiar chuckling in his ear.
"Looks like I win."
Steve's body goes limp with a muffled groan. The hand on his head disappears and he rolls over to see the smug grin on his boyfriend's face. Eddie's eyes flash red in the darkness and his grin turns feral, like the predator he is.
"Whadda'ya say, Stevie? Gonna let me suck your blood?"
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dreaminginpencil · 1 year
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A mini rough 6 page comic.
Steddie undertones.
CW for major character death/violence
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yudol-skorbi · 2 years
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i love this fanfic with my whole heart and i fully intend to do AT LEAST a couple more sketches during my reread these ones are specifically for part 1 now uuugh i've never made any fanfic fanart before and i'm very nervous so here is the fanfic link eddie munson’s vampire mixtape and here is the wonderful author @spr1ngandastorm
(really hope you like it💜)
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ars-de-elysium · 2 years
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Ah to be a little bat floating around Harringtons pool in a little floating pool tray. 🏝🦇
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steveshairychest · 1 year
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I haven't been able to stop thinking about kas Eddie covered in blood and tearing the demobats he had once considered brethren into pieces in order to save the people he's supposed to be killing.
He can't remember why these people are important to him, but he knows that a part of himself would die all over again if he or the demobats laid a single finger on them.
So, he rips the bats apart with his teeth and claws, he snarls and screams, he cries and relives his own death as he is once again surrounded by a hoard of bats.
But this time, he's one of them. This time, they don't fight him. This time, they run from him as he plucks them from the sky one by one. This time, he feels a pang of sorrow when he sinks his teeth into the flesh of a bat.
He's lived among these creatures for months, learned their language and their ways. They played a part in his unholy creation; made him who he is, he is closer to them than the people he protects but he can't stop himself.
There's someone inside him screaming at him to not stop, to keep going until he's made them all pay. And oh, he does. The floor of the upside down is littered with the corpses of his brothers and sisters. He can taste their blood in his mouth, feel it drip from his eyelashes and feel it soak into his already ruined clothes.
He feels like two different people at that moment. One part of him is rejoicing. It's thankful that these intruders are safe and out of harms way. But he also grieves. He grieves the lives he took in order to save a group of people he doesn't remember. There's a war going on inside himself, and he doesn't know which side will win.
The people behind him shout a name he barely remembers, a name he no longer had any attachment to. One of them reaches out to touch him but stops at the last minute when they notice the sheer amount of blood and gore that covers him. "Thank you." The boy says in a language he hasn't heard for months; the words almost don't register in his split mind.
"Leave this place. Don't come back." He spits blood at the intruders feet and unfurls his wings, he can feel blood dripping down their leathery surface and the sensation makes him shiver. He killed his family for another family he doesn't even remember.
He's up in the sky before any of them can speak again. He needs time to think. Time to try and put together the pieces of his broken mind and figure out which side of him has the most pieces.
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jemmacdraws · 7 months
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Here’s another version of this! I only posted the dtiys one the other day but here is demon Eddie without the markings and with some nipple piercings because I know you all get hot and bothered about that.
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vivalski · 1 year
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Thump thump
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disjointed-art · 10 months
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Steve thought kas Eddie would be more alien/monster like… decided to use the E.T method to get him inside… he wasn’t impressed. Idea credits: Brad the cheese man (idk your tumblr man)
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xgumiho · 1 year
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It's like he was destined for an alternate dimension
© xgumiho | do not repost/steal/edit/crop TW: fake blood
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kwistowee · 2 years
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VAMP!EDDIE BY KILZOLGA ON INSTAGRAM JOSEPH QUINN as EDDIE MUNSON STRANGER THINGS
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undreaming-fanfiction · 3 months
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Part 2 to the Kas!Eddie thingy. Please read that for this to make sense, but you can just ignore this good ending bit and pretend that they never learned their lesson.
When they come to, they are safely tucked in beds, still in their clothes, but their bruises and scratches have been treated. There's a small table too, with some fruits, coffee, juice and a healthy breakfast they haven't had in ages.
Next to it, they see a handwritten note: "Come see me downstairs when you're ready. Steve Harrington."
They are cautious. Terrified. But the windows have bars, their stomachs are empty and even if they could escape, that winged creature wouldn't let them leave, they think. So they eat, some of them even use the warm shower in the guest room, and then they take the stairs down, to their fate.
Steve Harrington is sitting at his kitchen table, sipping coffee. He is wearing a yellow sweater, reading glasses and even though his hair has grey streaks and there are wrinkles around his eyes, he doesn't seem like someone they could take on. They don't even think about trying it.
"Ah, good morning. I hope you liked the breakfast. Now, I hope you got everything you needed out of your system yesterday, so we can get down to business. What would you say to having a job and a roof over your head?"
They stare, but he's not joking. Harrington explains to them that he's willing to house them and feed them for some work on his house and the grounds until they get back on their feet. He needs the help anyway, he has the money to pay them a reasonable amount. They already saw the accomodations, so...are they interested?
They are, this is their chance and they all see it, but one of them has the presence of mind to ask - what about the monster?
"The boyfriend!" one of them corrects him quickly.
Steve smiles and gets up. "Ah, that is good question indeed." He knocks on the door of the small bedroom on the main floor and calls out: "Eddie? Can you come here for a second?"
It - no, he - doesn't like a monster. He's a normal young man, maybe a bit too old school rockstar looking to be completely inconspicuous, but still a man. He has a mane of curly hair, a lazy smile with teeth that are just a bit too sharp...and a swarm of bats tattoed on his forearm.
Harrington gives him a brief peck on his cheek. "Our guests want to know if the monster is going to be a problem. Care to tell them? I need to get something done in the town anyways."
Eddie sits down and winks at them. He waits for Steve to leave and then he explains it all.
Steve is all about second chances. He also can't bear to leave strays outside, much to the group's luck. And Eddie respects that, he wants to believe that they all had just a lot of bad luck, just like he once had. But he'll be watching them so that they don't end up hurting anyone, including themselves.
"Like you didn't hurt us yesterday?" someone chimes in and Eddie laughs.
"You stupid twerp," he says and it almost sounds loving, "No matter what you think happened yesterday, I did save you. I heard you coming from a mile away, saw you arguing in the woods. I smelled your anger. That's why I could afford to just scare you, knock you around a little. But if you got past me and attacked Steve..."
"You would have killed us?"
But Eddie shakes his head. "No. Not me. But Steve would have. You'd stand no chance. Against monsters, maybe. Against a man who's been to the hell and back? No way."
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They work on the grounds of the Harrington mansion, do the maintenance, mow lawns, clean and dust everything, and in a few months, they have enough money to move away. They thank Steve and Eddie, promise to call and stay in touch.
That day the last one leaves, Steve drives to the pawnshop and when the owner comes to the counter, Steve tells him: "They're gone now."
"Good job, Steve. Another group of misguided youth brought back to the right path. You're so good at this, it's almost disgusting." A glass of vodka finds its way to Steve's hand and he laughs, drinks with his friend to success.
As Steve turns around to leave, he nods at Murray. "Just warn a guy the next time, okay? You're lucky Eddie got to them first."
Murray grins back. "Saved by a monster. How poetic."
And he mouths along with Steve's words, when he corrects him: "Not a monster. My boyfriend."
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