What can I say, I'm a sucker for demons.

I love you, it's ruining my life

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it was inevitable

hellish wips

something was missing in the first one

+ ring on the wrong hand but it looks good so

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im not truly obsessed with a piece of media until ive made band au content for it

procrastination doodle got Way Out Of Hand,, sketchy RR for your troubles

i am actually very proud of this face. not sure why :^^

ok ok so... AU where Gareth is Steve’s younger brother??

Because Steve has ‘only child’ written all over him, but I think it would be fascinating if he had a sibling, especially a younger one.  Gareth is the black sheep of the family, likes the wrong sort of music, hangs out with the weird kids, plays that game all the news stations are saying is satanic. He’s three years younger than Steve, just a bit too much for them to ever be close, but really it’s their parents who drive a wedge between them. Steve’s their golden child. Good at sports, dating that Wheeler girl their parents love. He’s the poster boy for the all american teenager. In the eyes of their parents, Steve can do no wrong. Gareth stays out after his curfew? Grounded for two weeks. Steve throws a party when his parents are gone? Just don’t do it again, okay?  Needless to say the Harrington boys don’t really get along. Gareth is pissed that Steve gets away with everything. That their parents seem to actually like him, parade him around in front of their friends, keep his sports throphies on a shelf in the living room. When Gareth won a contest in middle school for a short story he wrote his parents didn’t even bat an eye. He keeps the little plaque he got for it in the bottom of his sock drawer, embarrased that he even cares. Within the walls of their house, Gareth doesn’t even get to be himself without feeling judged.  Steve on the other hand can’t help but envy his little brother. He’d never mention it of course, if anyone asks he can’t stand the little twerp. But it’s hard to miss that Gareth actually knows who he is. He has an opinion for himself and doesn’t seem to care how their parents feel about that. Steve can barely pick a shirt without worrying if their mother would approve. Gareth has friends who clearly care about him, a group of self proclaimed freaks who all clearly hate Steve. He has hobbies he actually likes and ideals he cares about.  So yeah... Steve’s kinda jealous sometimes.  Especially after Nancy breaks his heart. When he doesn’t get into college and his parents approval runs dry. When he can’t make it through a family dinner without questions about whatever happened to his potential. All the years of trying to impress their parents weren’t even worth it. And now the little brats he babysits have started high school and they won’t shut up about how cool his little brother is.

When both Steve’s status and his mental health start to slip, Gareth can’t help but feel a little bit bad. People don’t respect his older brother the way they used to and their parents no longer give a fuck about either of them. Good thing Gareth has years worth of experience being an outcast and a friend group that’s more than a little curious to find out whatever happened to the King of Hawkins High...

I’ll ask for your RBB for WIP Weekend even tho I know you can’t post!

(Because then that will make me work on mine too, right?? 😵‍💫)

this ask is from JANUARY 💀(maybe that's good though since I CAN post a snippet now!)

so, an extra long one for you my lovely friend 💜

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In an attempt to put it all out of his mind and enjoy what was left of his Friday night in peace, without being plagued by thoughts of cute little moles and soft hazel eyes—Eddie changed into comfy clothes, queued up the next episode in their Drag Race re-watch, and cuddled up next to Chrissy on the couch. Unfortunately, as hard as he tried to concentrate on the gorgeous queens and the drama unfolding on the screen in front of him, he couldn't stop thinking about Steve. Not even the Snatch Game could hold his attention.  Apologies to you Jinkx Monsoon, Eddie mused wistfully. It’s not you, it’s me. You were wonderful. After much hemming and hawing and one too many woe-is-me sighs from his side of the couch, Chrissy yanked the remote out of his hand and hit pause. Rude. “Did you have something you needed to say, princess?” She asked.

I gotta give the people what they want

Enjoy~

Pls! Comment what you wanna see next I really appreciate it!

inktober day 21: chains // hellfire

cant believe we're almost done with october!!!

headcanon that shax would most definitely rig the hellfire tap against crowley but since the prompt is chains I had to compromise 😎😎

a snippet for now as I’m still writing this hallmark au for @thefreakandthehair‘s winter prompt challenge

1990. Eddie hasn’t been back to Hawkins since December 1985 and now it’s 1990. He is on “vacation.” AKA his boss told him he either had to write a Christmas album or go home. And well, he’s already tired enough of writing music that doesn’t feel quite right, he sure as hell isn’t going to do that AND try to rhyme things with snow. 

So here he is. It’s 1990 and his plane just landed. Christmas Eve. 

It’s Christmas Eve and his Uncle Wayne is engaged to Claudia Henderson. Something that is still weird to him. Eddie closes his eyes with a sigh, ready for the taxi-ing to be done so he can get the hell off this plane and get ready for his blind date. 

Eddie had graduated in ‘85, still not sure how, but he did. He had hung out for a bit, not as in as much of a rush as he thought he would have been. Hung out with the band, taught Gareth how to DM a game and run a campaign. Met the new freshmen, the new lost lambs. 

And then one day, music came a-calling. Janet, the Hellfire president before him, was visiting her folks over the holidays. She had played with the band on keys before she headed out west for some music school or something. Wherever it was though, Eddie had been messing around on his acoustic guitar at The Hideout and Janet had gotten a snippet of it on her cassette recorder. 

Next thing he knew, he had a letter in the mail with a contract offer. Turned out Janet hadn’t gone out there for school, but had gotten some internship in production and well, she got a promotion to Eddie’s manager. It wasn’t metal, but it was music. And it was a ticket out of Hawkins so he took it. Eddie took and didn’t look back. 

Until now. 

He had stayed in touch via phone, sure. Calling his uncle and answering Gareth’s and Dustin’s questions about D&D. 

But Janet had held out a plane ticket in one hand and a list of rhymes with snow in the other. 

Eddie took the ticket. He really disliked the holiday season. The plane makes a turn, the final stretch to the gate now, and Eddie lets out a sigh. This was definitely going to be a mess. 

a little bit of comfortable sleep

⛧ Michael Langdon ⛧

"Hellfire" gets closer and closer each passing day...

can I have a bit more htraj pls? :3

It's a lil more than three sentences but hey sometimes you need more! Anyways I'm making Steve and Nancy talk goddamn it

“I should have noticed,” Nancy murmured, cutting through the silence. She was staring down into her cup of cocoa, but her eyes darted up to meet Steve’s as soon as she spoke needing to see his reaction. 

Steve couldn’t give her much. He didn’t know what she had apparently missed. 

“That you never went in the pool anymore,” Nancy continued when she realized he didn’t understand, “I should have noticed. You always loved to swim before,”

was rereading ANGR for what is very possibly the twelfth time, and got the sudden urge to draw?? text boxes??

which quickly became just a small doodle coz why would i just draw text boxes

which quickly became 6 hours of work

but i actually prefer the textless version, so,, win?