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Your art is SO PRETTY!!!!!
Thank you anon, so are you!!
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Ok, a little explanation here: someone requested me a Kas Eddie, but I accidentally deleted the ask, so I'm using this thoughtful comment from anon here to give you what you requested! Please consider yourself tagged (or DM me so I can edit this and tag you!) [@izzy2210 they appeared!]
And the thing is, I immediately thought of @azrielgreen's You're Divine. This fic broke me, her writing is amazing, so full of feeling, soul shattering, and the story... honestly, one of the best I've read. I really hope I captured the daylight that Little Bit so tirelessly makes in Steve's heart.
#steddie#fanart#steddie fanart#art#digital art#azrielgreen#oonionchiver#you're divine#fic recs#ask!#kas!eddie#eddie munson#steve harrington
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@azrielgreen Forever thinking about Little Bit so I decided to do do my nails like his and give him some new drip ft. My rings.
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‘Listen real close when I tell you,’ Eddie says and he’s so in control, so steady. ‘That I will never not see you first thing in the morning and last thing at night.’
Steve swallows. His mouth feels dry and his palms feel hot. This… this isn’t what normal friends say to each other, and if they’re just going to be normal friends from now on, if Eddie’s going to get a job and a new life, he’ll make better friends than Steve. People who don’t need him this much. People who can spend the night alone.
People who don’t have holes in them.
‘Whatever, man,’ he mumbles, childish anger unable to break under the weight of this love between them. He tries to pull away, but Eddie’s grip is sure. He can’t pull away, he can’t leave.
‘Not whatever. Look at me.’ Steve does, he meets those dark brown eyes and feels gravity tug behind his navel. ‘I’m not leaving you alone.’
Steve’s eyes sting, his bottom lip begs to tremble.
‘Like I—like it matters,’ he tries to say, wants it to sound better than it does. ‘Everyone leaves, everyone—they all have lives, I get it.’
‘You’re my life,’ Eddie says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. ‘You’re my home. You are where I will turn to, where I’ll always come back to. You’re my North, Steve Harrington.’
Based on the AMAZING and finished fic We Should Just Kiss (Like Real People Do) by @azrielgreen. Me trying to explain Az's fics is like impossible lol but like it's post s04, except Eddie lives. And it's one of the most beautiful friends to lovers fics to ever exist. They're both broken but they love each other so much. It's just....please read it. As always mind the tags but seriously give it a try, it's fucking amazing.
#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#strangerthingsdaily#azrielgreen#mine#my edits#tried to do something different because I was inspired by my friend the wonderful Deppy#hope you like it!
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i think tonight is the night i finally cave & read the last two chapters of “you’re divine” by @azrielgreen
i’m not ready for it to be over, which is why i’ve put off finishing it for so long ! it’s ripped my heart out into seven million pieces and put them back together like thirty times already. “fuck off, pillow wall” just runs around my brain 24/7 and god forbid anyone ever says the words “little bit” in my presence…..
anyways, i’m ready to cry and laugh and smile and cry some more
#seriously though the writing#is amazing in every way#and the plot is wow chefs kiss#i won’t spoil but ouch my heart#oonionchiver#azrielgreen#you’re divine#youre divine by oonionchiver#ao3 steddie#steddie#steddie ao3 fic#eddie munson#steve harrington#stranger things#steve x eddie#steddie angst
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@azrielgreen releasing chapter 6 of Touched on the day I was carving out to work on the last part of my vampire Eddie thing is a sign that I wasn’t meant to write today
See you all on the other side probably with tears
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You're Divine [Podfic]
‘Blood?’ Eddie says again.
Eyes black but for the slice of iridescent white in the centre. His teeth are sharp, his hands are weapons and Steve thinks maybe he’s made a mistake doing this without telling Eddie first.
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Podfic of OonionChiver's iconic 'You're Divine' for the steddie monsterfucker fans out there.
#steddie#vampire!eddie#monsterfucker!steve#steve harrington#eddie munson#you're divine#oonionchiver#azrielgreen#podfic#my fics
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Works by @azrielgreen is an inexhaustible source of inspiration 🖤
#I still don't know how to work with colors#but i'm trying#this fic is amazing by the way#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#steve x eddie#steddie art#stranger things#stranger things 4
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"Perfect is when there’s nothing wrong or bad. It’s good, lovely, beautiful, everything you want."
A lil doodle of Lil Bit from You're Divine by Oonionchiver (@azrielgreen ) on AO3!!
I fucking LOVE this fic with my entire soul and I really wanted to draw so many lil bits (pun intended) but this is the first thing I was compelled to doodle! The way Eddie sits on Steve's counter and watches him with those moonstone eyes 💕
Thank you for writing one of my favorite fics of all time, Az!! 🫶🏼💕
#eddie munson#lil bit#you're divine#oonionchiver#you're divine fanart#vampire eddie munson#kas eddie munson#you're divine fanfic#steddie fic art#steddie#steddie fanart
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Sea of Waking Dreams
by @azrielgreen
read it on ao3!
Steddie BigBang (Team 130)
Part Two is finally out !!! We are so so excited to be sharing it with you lovely people !!! I was so lucky to be able to work alongside such a talented and wonderful person and I'll cherish this experience forever. Az's stories inspire me so much, and this definitely won't be the last time I'll draw them ~
If I had to describe this chapter in four words they would be: chills, sex-magic, water and blood 🖤✨🌙
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But Steve...
Oh, he's a Prism
🌈💎🌈💎🌈
Art for the amazing, dangerous, captivating fanfic of Prism by the impressively talented @thorniest-rose and @azrielgreen
Thank you so much for trusting the process with us, babes.
[Please, if you're curious about this fic, read under the cut, I've got an important, spicy message for you, love]
I want to tell you how sexy warning tags are. Like, they're an instant turn on, you know? All those words, a foreshadowing of what you're going to see, a cue for your own safety, and triggers and pleasures. A hint of the future, a crystal ball. Knowledge: that's so goddamn sexy.
This fic is impressive in many, many ways, and the authors know as well as I do how hot warning tags are, and that's why they made a full chapter of them.
Please, read them before you dive into this story. They're there for you to read, for you to enjoy. Treat yourself and read them. You'll do such a good job if you do, really. So good, because if you read them then you're taking care of yourself and you're being responsible and that is... god. That's even hotter.
#inklessletter#fanart#digital art#trust the process#steve harrington#stranger things#fic rec#prism#thorniest-rose#azrielgreen#oonionchiver#honeyvenom#ao3fic#please READ THE TAGS#it's a heavy and dark fic and you should know it before you read it#be careful and responsible my dear#steve art#prism art#artists on tumblr#ink's art
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still thinking of @azrielgreen ‘s Eddie / Little Bit
WIP
#WIP#i draw things#You’re Divine lives in my head rent fucking free#like really might reread her soon#for as much as i love this fic i have drawn a criminally low percentage of fanart dedicated to it#you’re divine eddie#Little Bit my precious little monster#i want to cradle you in my hands so gentle#eddie munson fanart#eddie munson
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Okay this idea has been rotting my brain all night and i need to get it out; i may turn this into a full fic (there’s so much more to eddie and how he died), but here’s some paranormal romance steddie! (with a nod to the @azrielgreen -verse at the end 😉)
edit: i've started posting the full fic! on tumblr | on AO3
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imagine ghost!eddie haunting the estate that was built overtop where his trailer had been
ghost!eddie becoming corporeal(ish) every halloween, letting his rage fuel the poltergeist rumors at the old estate.
the forest hills estate sits empty since being completed, until Steve Harrington moves in from Indianapolis.
Steve Harrington who uses the inheritance from his grandfather to fix up the old place, not knowing the rumors, the stories, that have been floating around the last nearly 40 years.
Steve, who ends up learning about them from a pack of young teens riding by the front gate on their bikes.
“You know that place is haunted as fuck, right?” says the red head.
“Language!” he scowls at her, only to get an eye roll from her and the gangly, greasy looking one. “And no, I didn’t know that. Is that why all my cabinets are open every morning when I wake up?” he asks. And they really had been, he kinda figured that there was something going on in that house but hadn’t felt threatened by whatever presence was there.
He relishes in their spooked faces.
“A girl died there and her boyfriend killed the guy who did it soon after.” the one with the high top fade said earnestly.
“Allegedly, Lucas! Allegedly!” this time it’s the one with the curly hair and cap. “He always thought it was him but there was literally a letter.”
“He could’ve faked it, Dustin!” the gangly one snarks at his friend.
“It’s not likely, handwriting forensics concluded it to be her handwriting.” oof, this kid desperately needs a haircut.
“POINT IS.” the red head yells over the boys. It must’ve been a regular occurrence though, as they all fall silent (or silent enough while still bickering). She turns back to an amused Steve, “He likes metal music. If you play it, I’m sure he’ll leave your cabinets alone.”
“He who? The ghost?”
She nods, “Yep!”
So he does, picks up some retro vinyl to play (along with playing some tracks from his phone over his speaker while he works on the house), figuring if the guy died in the 80s, he’d probably like the sound of them better.
He plays the music, finds he likes some of it, talks to this mystery ghost as he goes about the house finishing projects. Throws some classic rock on sometimes too, saying “Hey ghost man, I’m sorry but I can’t listen to this much metal at a time. Hope Zepplin is okay.”
ghost!eddie who will always use some of his ghostly persuasion over things to spin the vinyl backwards on the turntable during ‘Stairway to Heaven’.
Steve, who does some research and learns about his supposed ghost, yells in greeting as soon as he’s back from the library, “Hi, Eddie!! I’m home!” reveling in the swirls of cold air that spin around him in response along with just a ghost (hah) of a whispered “Hi, Stevie..” in his ear.
Steve and Eddie, who get closer and closer over the months, learning anything and everything about one another. Steve goes through a lot of paper in the first couple weeks, asking a question and waiting for the paper with ‘Yes’ or ‘No’ written on it to flutter in an unseen breeze. Which paper scribbled with a different color marker to fly up into his lap (Eddie’s favorite color is blue, Steve tells him his is yellow).
Steve, beginning to see the shadow of another person in the corner of his eye more often the not as the summer winds into fall and the repairs he needed done are wrapping up.
By September there’s no denying the figure he sees reaching a hand out to flick up the answer to a question, or the laughter he hears coming from it after a particularly bad joke.
The shadow is Eddie; and Steve is starting to make out details about his ghost.
The long fluffy hair, the slim waist, the dark eyes that pierce through shadow against the slowly brightening skin beneath.
Eddie, who realizes Steve must be able to see him and starts staying away more often then not, afraid of what he’d see in that beautiful face when he’s finally his old boring self again. Can’t bear to see that disappointment on the face of this man he’s come to care so much for (read: fully crushing on).
He retreats fully by mid September, sticking to the far less quantifiable shadows in the house and between the walls.
Steve still tries, bless him. Leaves questions all over the place, hoping to see them answered. Eddie does, every night, wanting Steve to know he’s still here.
A week later, “Eddie, I know you can hear me, can you make sure to answer this one as soon as you can? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, but I figured we maybe show off our house—the house—now that everything’s done.”
‘Our house!! He said our house!!!’
Eddie looks at what his Steve left on the new kitchen counter that night.
“Halloween Party?” is scrawled on an open page of their now worn notebook.
Something hot floods his chest at that. Steve wanting to make sure he’s okay with that many people being here at once. Eddie knows damn well what the feeling is and he’s not about to waste his corporeal time this year, he’s going to do something with it besides wreaking havoc (on the house at least).
Halloween arrives, and many in the small town want a glimpse into the old estate. There are people everywhere, costumes and all.
Steve’s proud of all the hard work he’s done to the place but he still misses Eddie. Wishes he could be here to see what had become of the place he’d hated for so long. See it for real.
Halfway through the night is when it happens.
The party is in full swing, his ballroom full of people and music and food. His playlist changes over to Bowie.
Steve smiles to himself at the memory the song pulls forward. Still soon after learning about Eddie and staring their questions and answers thing, Steve had put on Labyrinth, laughing at how frantically the “i LOVED it!” paper had swirled around in the air after asking Eddie’s opinion.
A new face he hadn’t seen in the crowd before catches his eye. This man coming down the staircase is striking. Long, dark, curly hair is pulled back in a low ponytail, lean legs in off white pants, sparkling dark blue jacket, slim waist… He’s so gorgeous, so ethereal, he can’t be real.
Okay, nope, everyone else in the room is parting for this man. So, definitely real.
Steve stands as the man approaches, a hand extended. Keeping their eyes locked on each other, the man leads Steve by the hand to the center of the room.
The man smirks at Steve, still stunned, and arranges their arms. Then they’re dancing, swirling around the space the crowd created for them.
Steve feels like he’s floating.
He’s dancing to As The World Falls Down with a breathtaking man he now realizes is definitely dressed as the Jareth to his Sarah.
Steve finally finds his voice, “Hi..” It’s barely a whisper.
The man smirks, scoffs a laugh, but whispers back: “Hi Stevie.”
Steve’s brain screeches to a halt, and the man’s eyes sparkle with mischief (and a little bit of apprehension).
He can’t compute the information right away, frantically scrambling for a logical explanation. Some way for someone to know about Eddie enough to imitate him, to know about ‘Stevie’..but comes up with nothing. Nada. Zip. Zilch.
“Eddie…is that really you?”
“Yeah, sweetheart, it’s really me.”
Eddie brings their foreheads together and they sway to the rest of the song, Eddie softly singing along.
The song ends and Steve pulls Eddie through the crowd and out into the garden.
His mind is still swirling, so he clings onto Eddie’s arms just as much as Eddie clings to his.
“Eddie—“
“Wait, Steve, let me..” Eddie clears his throat and explains everything. How he died, how long he spent his one night of reality trying to keep people away from where he and his best friend had died. “I don’t want to waste tonight, but I’m afraid if I—if I tell you how I feel about you…I will be complete. Done with my unfinished business and all that.”
“How do you know?”
Eddie chuckles. “The Moon.”
Steve now fully, painfully aware of how little remains of the night, how little time he may have with Eddie altogether, decides he doesn’t have time to unpack that. So he says “Kiss me. Eddie, please, kiss m—“
Eddie does, and the Moon smiles down on her beloveds.
#can you tell that my first ghost love was casper#steddie#st flclet#stranger things#steve harrington#eddie munson#steve x eddie#paranormal#ghost!eddie#casper!eddie#paranormal romance#modern au#noelle writes
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It’s sweet and it is drenched in the wet, heavy sorrow of horrible fucking things, wrung tight. Eddie feels like he just made a choice that will end the world, but he wouldn’t change it, couldn’t.
Steve Harrington was inevitable, right from the fucking start.
They’re kissing deep and intimate, tongues in each other’s mouths, it’s fucking obscene and Eddie makes a sound that’s so fragile he wants to break it in half, deny he’s the one who made it, but he can’t, Steve’s already swallowed it.
They part to breathe, clinging hard.
Steve’s eyes move rapidly between his own. Reading, checking, seeking.
Then he smiles, and it is that smile that tells Eddie he’s fucked up so badly. It’s small, it’s too real. It’s bright, despite everything. Hope is a dangerous thing for anyone, especially people who live in dark places.
But Steve smiles and Eddie knows he’s gone.
And this time when they kiss, it’s anything but soft.
Based on the perfect and finished fic Black Out Days (Fairground Nights) by @azrielgreen. I don't know how to explain this fic, it's just wrought with feelings and pain and healing. Steve's been through some shit (is going through them), and so has Eddie. They're both broken in their own ways. But fuck if they don't love each other with every drop of their fucking blood. Heed the tags before you read it, but please please please read it if it's your thing. Because I love this fic to death.
#stranger things#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#strangerthingsdaily#mine#my edits#azrielgreen#everything she writes is a fucking BANGER#and this fic is just perfect#pls read it#i just re-read it and !!!!!!!!!
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okay i thought i was strong enough to make it through “blackout days (fairground nights)” by @azrielgreen without crying but oh. my. god. i was so beyond wrong. midway through ch. 3 and i’m SOBBING. this fic is a masterpiece and has broken me into a million pieces and i’m not even done yet. WTF MY HEART
#my guilty pleasure is reading gut wrenching steddie angst and lying to myself#emotionally i am ruined#i’m crying so hard sos#steddie#azrielgreen#oonionchiver#oonionchiver fics#steddie angst#steddie angst fics#black out days#steve harrington#eddie munson
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@azrielgreen I made a short animation of Little Bit because he will not leave my head. It was heavily inspired by the poster you sold
#i speak#eddie munson#kas eddie munson#stranger things#stranger things fanart#chaos#NOT TRACED#steddie#This is my second time ever animating something in my life#you're divine
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This fic. Oh my goodness this fic.
Az knows just how to write a story that'll break you and put you back together and I'm beyond thank for that. 🥹
This one quickly became one of my absolute favourites and I knew I needed to bind it.
@azrielgreen thank you again for writing my favourite steddie fics. 🥹🥰
Art done by @sparrowandthefox_
As always the fic can be read for free on AO3!
#books#books & libraries#bookbinding#handmade#spicy content#fanfiction#book binding#rebinding#binding fanfiction#steddie#steddie fandom#steddie stranger things#steddie fanfic#steddie fanart#stranger things#eddie munson#steve harrington
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