#birdsongisland

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A silly i painted a while ago as a quick test, based on me and my friends playing increasingly terrible versions of jenga

[winterrose42]

HELLO EVERYONE

Now that i have your attention i need people to look at this because i am very excited and have been for a while now that i received my loveliest friend's art in sticker and magnet form and i need people to look at them or i will explode.

Before anything here is a link to the redbubble shop i got these from and here is a link to the wonderfully talented artist that created them ^-^ or simply search @birdsongisland and you can find the info💜

First look at how absolutely gorgeous these swords and stars are!! More stars to come the swords are the highlight. The details and color coordination on all of these is mind blowing and them being in sticker form definitely didn't downgrade the amazing quality of the art at all in my opinion. I really encourage clicking and zooming on the pictures because all of the detail needs to be appreciated. Especially the birds the texture of the feathers and shading is just impressive. I have a close up of the one-

Look!!!!! Look at that!!!!!!! And now i just have this is my house!!!!!! The wood texture the feathers the color graduation the attention to how the bird sits and its proportions!!!!! Superb!!!! ~subirb heh~. And it's a sticker!!! A very good quality and sturdy one at that i can just put it anywhere!! And look at it and go hell yeah my friend made that!!!!!!! Not only that-

Ooooh my favorite Round Boy!!!!! LOOK AT HIM!!!! And hes sticking on leather very very well and this is one i carry around with me so people can say "aspen where did you get that incredible fucking bird sticker?" And i can say i got it from my friends redbubble because i love ent and ents work so fucking much look at the colors and texture and round little body he is my favorite and you should go get yourself some heckin stickers!!!!

Finally the stars highlight. I love these with every fiber of my being and im sorry for the odd lighting my rooms not great for it on a good day. But i just cannot get over the colors of these and all the shapes and little details- the monochrome and most colorful ones being my favorites and highlighted for viewing pleasure. They are all so incredible and i am so excited i ended up getting them all because i couldnt pick just a couple. I dont know where im going to stick all of these yet, i kinda just wanna get a big frame and stick them in a little friend art appreciate collage to hang up to be honest. Reblog with magnets i am also so very excited about those but anyone that sees this should go and look at the art themselves bc i know youll find something youll like

[noyin]

Artfight 2024!! By order of appearance, left to right, going down:

[REDACTED] - @trix-or-treatz

Alsaeri - @the-puppeteers-studio

Fumi - @pancakesr4theweak

Cen - @birdsongisland

Ciel - @estelle-the-witch

Libby - @deostyx

Tallulah - @chromatoghosts

Phoebe - @chronophobica

Marguerite - @ euphoriusdesign (on Instagram)

Madeline - @meowthefluffy

Valerie - @explosionbob

Nysiades - @smxlpotato

Suwan & Falko - @arkquackie

Hunter - @ whalerscider (on Instagram)

Deia'nira - @lvivskis

Lola Montoya - @ crack.in.the.sky (on Instagram)

Florence - @ artamirite (on Artfight)

Pierce - @ skyjanquest (on Instagram)

Euphemia - @a-nybodys

Noodlehead, Irina, & Pörg - @melonmoth-art

[eastgaysian]

last batch of artfights, before i forget. ft. @birdsongisland's acheron, @bonfire-beret's verity, @werewolfnoir's artemis and nick (and my guys gideon and dong-chul), and @cath-piws' khamaseen

(follow me for next year + donate $15 for a sketch commission)

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via @trensu : yet another thing i thought would be a 10mins doodle and turned into a many hours affair :) but the idea was extremely cute

Steve and Robin are so important to me, they are literally little otters holding hands so they don’t drift away from each other.

[eatingashovel]

Omg! I fell in love with @birdsongisland 's DTIYS! And had to do it.

I hope I did your wonderful art justice, congrats on 300+ followers!!! 💜

[iggyalfi2319]

@birdsongisland

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I’m really sorry I ruined it...

I was really tempted to try T~T

Find the original here

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ooough i was so unwell about the kiss in this fic it took me so long to get close to the look i was trying for

"That's what kissing Edwin felt like. Like the first real breath he took after almost drowning." AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

im adding some progress stuff and misc versions under the cut

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put all the ideas in one drawing : clothes milkshake

steve and eddie sharing a wardrobe is so adorable and hilarious to me. like imagine steve in eddie’s leather jacket and a lavender pastel polo. eddie in steve’s extra-tight, light-wash levi’s and a mesh long-sleeve. steve in the green hawkins gym shorts and a pair of eddie’s platform boots. eddie accessorizing his metal ‘fits with steve’s sunglasses and nikes. usually looking a bit ridiculous due to the juxtaposition of their clashing styles, but not caring because it makes them both feel loved. it reminds them that they belong to someone, that they’ve finally found a place to call home.

[two-am-outlines-only]

When Our Hands Next Meet

Series summary: Soulmates are given memories of their past lives when their hands touch. For Virgil and Logan, each memory is happier than the last.

This series was created for @analogicalweek and made in collaboration with the lovely @birdsongisland! Please go look at the wonderful drawing that pairs with this work and support them with reblogs so their work can be seen!

Credit to birdsongisland for beta reading this as well, it came out a lot better because of them!

Chapter Summary: Virgil didn’t know what he had been expecting when he asked for a tutor to help with his studies, but it definitely wasn’t who could kick flip a skateboard without even looking down and also happened to be his soulmate.

Day 5 Prompt: Vocab Card/Skateboard

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1539

AO3 link

Chapter Five: We’ll Meet in the Middle

Virgil huffed as he cupped his chin aggressively in his hand, staring down the road to wait for his tutor to show up. Not to get the wrong idea- he was very grateful to the person who had agreed to help him with his vocabulary; he just...wasn’t the best with people. He was socially awkward and very obviously had a vague emo style- wavy purple hair with white streaks fell messily over shadowed eyes and cheeks that would burn in five minutes outside despite his tanned complexion. His black nail polish was chipping from the constant picking and he was never seen anywhere without his favorite purple hoodie hugging him like a portable blanket. But he was falling a bit behind in class because he couldn’t seem to remember the constant influx of new terminology thrown at him each week. Asking the professor about extra practice had landed him a phone number that he had agonized over for too many hours before finally biting the bullet and calling.

The voice on the other end alone was enough to make his stomach flip, light and lilting even when talking about something as boring as scheduling. Virgil knew it then and he was stewing over it now- he was absolutely done for. No one had that kind of voice without being kind and patient and while those were things he definitely needed if he was going to learn anything he was sure he’d get distracted anyway. Forming a squish from a voice- that had to be the worst joke played on him yet.

Looking up however nearly made him want to cry at the irony. That had to be him, the only person on campus at the moment standing tall on a skateboard while gripping a dark blue messenger bag. From what Virgil could see he had blue hair that was pulled to one side with the other shaved, immediately piquing Virgil’s interest with the unique look. He tried his hardest not to stare as he came closer and his jacket came into view; a leather one spiked at the shoulders and sporting pride flags at the chest. Virgil felt his own chest constrict as he stored that away for later, the pintrovert system coming in handy for what felt like the first time in his life.

Just as he was getting his crutches situated to stand up he noticed the other man riding straight for the sidewalk seemingly not paying attention to where he was going. Scrambling to his feet he lurched forward to yell out.

“Hey watch ou-” The warning died on his lips as his tutor executed a perfect lick flip onto the sidewalk, letting the momentum carry him a couple more feet before stopping and tucking the skateboard under his arms. Virgil was sure he looked like an absolute idiot as he approached him, trying his hardest not to gape while practically feeling his eyes sparkling while looking at the punk with wide eyes.

“Hello, I’m Logan. And you’re Virgil right? The person I’m supposed to help with his medical terms?” He waited for Virgil to nod before continuing. “Excellent. Is the library fine?”

Realizing He’d been silent too long, he managed to squeak out a “Yeah,” as he reached down to swing his bag over his shoulder. Logan started towards the doors with him, shuffling things around in his bag to pull out notecards and stuff the skateboard into it. How it fit Virgil had no idea but taking in the aesthetic he honestly wouldn’t be surprised if it involved some sort of fae magic.

They settled down at the table and Logan looked over at him, making his heart once again skip a beat as he took in the beautiful shade of brown. Shaking his head slightly he tried to focus on what Logan was currently talking about while organizing several colored pens in front of them.

“-that way you’ll be able to separate the terms better and your brain will be better equipped to compartmentalize the terms you need to remember in half the time. Does that make sense?”

It didn’t. It really, really didn’t. He had a soulmate somewhere that he hadn’t found yet and most likely wouldn’t for a long time to come, and yet here he was trying desperately to hide a blush because this person was just- he was so cool. His voice and eyes were pretty and he was obviously smart if he had been the first person his teacher had recommended to tutor him…

“Are you feeling alright? You look flushed.” Hearing this Virgil snapped back to reality and gave a thumbs up, ducking his head while trying to resist the urge to slam it into the wood.

“Fine, yeah! Just you’re- it’s hot! Hot in the hoodie.” Praying he had saved that sentence quickly enough he dared to peak back at Logan through his bangs, who was just smiling slightly with an arm draped over the back of his chair.

“You can take that off then, if you want.” Logan pointed to the hoodie. “Since you’re hot.”

Virgil decided then, somehow managing to keep a straight face through his panic, that it was quite homophobic of the floor to not simply open and swallow him whole. Try as he might to calm himself he could still feel the remnants of the harsh flush in his cheeks as he saw Logan simply look at him with that smile, making him idly wonder if the sly bastard was really flirting with him or was actually just that oblivious.

Virgil sputtered as he wrapped the hoodie tighter around himself, shaking his head slightly. “Nah, I’m fine actually! You were saying about colors?”

“Just that color coding can help you study better. I’m here to give you tips as well so please pay attention.” Leaning forward again, Logan started explaining how to separate the different concepts and how to decide what was important and what wasn’t; honestly Virgil was genuinely surprised at how much he retained, forgetting his panic in favor of actually learning, for which he was very grateful. By the time an hour had passed he had a pretty good grasp on what he was meant to be learning and how to go about it. He stacked his much improved notecards together and shoved them in his pocket for later, shifting around in his seat to look at Logan properly.

“Thank you honestly, I feel a lot better about the class now.”

“It was no trouble, I’m grateful I was able to help. And if you’re in need of further assistance before next week, call me?” Logan smiled crookedly. “I use the library’s phone for tutor scheduling, this is for my actual phone..”

Virgil gaped at the slip of paper offered to him with a wink, fully cementing the idea that Logan had, in fact, been flirting with him and Virgil had been too infatuated with his style to actually notice. Purple nail polish caught his eye as his hand moved closer and he had the vague thought of that being his favorite color and how did he keep them from chipping? Before his thoughts could wonder further he was taking the paper and smiling, just aware enough of their fingers brushing as he remembered being with this person, his soulmate, time and time again. Every time was better than the last as their souls grew accustomed to one another and grew over eternity, strengthening their bond with every word exchanged.

Virgil looked at his soulmate's dazed expression, the most beautiful smile he’d ever seen gracing his lips and eyes watering with emotion at having found him again. So many words stuck in his throat as he struggled with the perfect thing to say, something that would capture how happy he was to finally be together again and how excited he was to explore this lifetime together. Something that would make Logan understand just how much he meant to him.

“I think this is the coolest form you’ve ever taken.” He blurted, immediately covering his mouth and cursing himself twice over.

His heart sank as Logan barked out a laugh, snorting into his own hand and taking a minute to compose himself before laying a gentle hand on his cheek.

“And I think this is the loveliest I’ve seen you.”

He laughed softly as Virgil went completely red, fingers twitching with indecision over whether to flap his hand or slap the idiot beside him. Deciding on a combination of both he frantically beat a hand against his shoulder while sleeping his other over his mouth, mumbling profanities under his breath. Whipping around as his hand was caught he couldn’t help but grin at Logan’s own brilliant smile, even if his face felt like he had dipped it in a vat of boiling water.

“It’s getting late, I could walk you home?”

“Yeah,” Virgil managed. “I’d like that.”

Walking home and still slightly wishing the floor had opened up beneath him, he couldn’t help but feel lucky that he had found Logan so soon. They had an eternity to catch up on and if it had to start with fixing his bad study habits, he supposed he couldn’t complain.

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[gaylotusthatexists]

did you lose yourself? (it’s always in the last place that you’d check)

When Janus first moves to this new town, making the first new friends he’s had in years, he doesn’t know what this means, how this affects him, why he should even care. But as he grows closer to the people around him and finds out more and more about the past, he finds himself caught up in something much larger.

Wandering through the woods, camping under the stars, whispers in the hallways, people staring when they think he isn’t looking, more teens going missing by the week.

And a mystery in this small town. A mystery that has yet to unfold.

pairings: platonic anxceit (could be viewed as a qpr if you wish) with remile and intrulogical in the background

word count: 45039

trigger warnings: past/off-screen major character death, discussions of death in general, disturbing imagery, blood, injury, past bullying, kidnapping, hospitals (very briefly at the end), implied/referenced child abuse (nothing in detail), alcohol consumption/underaged drinking, please let me know if i need to add anything else

this is my entry for the @ts-storytime 2021 big bang!!!! this was so much fun to write (though incredibly difficult considering some of the subject matters, the fact that i had to do my a-levels this year so a whole lot of studying outside of writing, and my steadily decreasing interest in sanders sides, but i got through it and here we are lol), very excited to finally share this with y’all <3

you can find some amazing art drawn by @birdsongisland for this fic here, it’s honestly beautiful i’m still in awe of it

the fic is available to read here on ao3, i hope y’all enjoy <3

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Id : a rendered digital portrait of nancy wheeler as an avatar of the hunt. She is hunched as if recoiling but looking up, with a gun in one hand and the other extended into claws. The background is greenish with red circles like a target, the red target also appears in her eyes./end id

Id : a rendered digital portrait of eddie munson as an avatar of the end. He has pointy teeth and ears with various earrings and chains. His eyes are fully black with a white circle on the outside of the iris. Black vines are crawling over and under his black coat, which is covered in pins and patches./end id

So like. Since i started working on all of that months ago and i still only have 2 pictures finished i might as well start posting them now ! Also because i've been noticing more tma/st crossover posts and im always looking for friends :)

I doubt there's much overlap between the stranger things fandom and the magnus archives but frankly, i dont think there's enough horror in stranger things. Which is surprising when you consider the source material. So i've been having Thoughts about the Fears and their avatars.

I'm turning everyone into monsters, is what I'm saying.

Steve would be a perfect candidate for avatar of the Corruption. He achingly wants to be loved. He needs to be Loved. He's been so alone for so long and he just wants someone to stay, so of course the Corruption would welcome him to its domain. The insect thing doesn't work for him though. Or at least I couldn't think of any insect that would mesh well with his whole thing.

Then I remembered that Robin is terrified of rabies, and there isn't a Steve without a Robin, who is also someone who desperately wants to be loved for who she is. Obviously their connection to Filth wouldn't lie with insects. They'd be disease. So Corruption avatars Steve&Robin (always always Steve&Robin) would have fever bright eyes, skin damp with sweat, cheeks somehow both flushed and sallow, and lips cracked dry and red. They're always in contact somehow: leaning against one another, standing with arms pressed close, pinkies hooked together. Constant contact. When they're still for long enough, their skin starts to ooze and meld so they could be closerclosertogether.

Things get truly horrifying, however, if they're ever forced apart. They become rabid things, violently agitated and foaming at the mouth. They infect anybody who gets in their way. It's a horrible way to die, burning with fever, fear, and confusion as skin and muscles spasm hard enough slough off bones. Anyone who dares stand between them doesn't live for long.

Steve&Robin have their own collection of statements at the Usher Foundation. In fact, Hawkins, Indiana is of great interest for the Usher Foundation because of the number of avatars present in such a small population. Because you have Steve&Robin collecting fear for the Corruption, but there is also Nancy who is a prolific avatar of the Hunt.

When the Usher Foundation first started studying Hawkins, they had Nancy pegged for Beholding. They had, in fact, been preparing to recruit her after she graduated. But hers was not a need to Know; she was never content to simply Watch. She needed to track down leads, she needed the chase. The Usher Foundation knew they lost her completely when she discovered the use of guns. She Hunted criminals and monsters now to help rid the world of evil. Or so she tells herself, even when the story she finds doesn't always paint her victims as monstrous as she wants others to believe.

Then there's Eddie. Eddie Munson grew up knowing people would hurt him for the crime of existing, given half the chance. Poor terrified Eddie, always running, because deep down he knew he was destined for a cruel and painful death. There was no escaping it no matter how fast he ran or how often he hid, the End was waiting for him.

When his time finally came, he was out of his mind with fear because he didn't want to die oh god please not yet, pleaseplease he doesn't want to die. It was such pure delicious Fear that the End made an offer and Eddie grabbed it with both hands in a white-knuckled grip. He's not a murderer; he doesn't have to be because everyone dies regardless, and the End is patient. But he's always there with the End's victims. He's the last thing they see - eyes black as the emptiness of death and a bone white smile - and the last thing they hear is his summation of their pathetic, meaningless lives and the endless emptiness that will follow. Every narration finishes with the gleeful proclamation of "and so Ends the life of..." And it's always gleeful because though Eddie's's destined for the End as much as anyone else, his is not today.

(We could probably include some steddie here; I'm sure some of Steve&Robin's victims were more afraid of the End than the Corruption so Eddie would show up whenever Steve&Robin were on a rampage. Steve likes to listen Eddie narrate the gruesome deaths. He liked it even more when Eddie was done and he would let Steve reel him close.

Eddie, Steve would rasp, ravenous for him, love me. Eddie, love me, lovemeloveme and Eddie would let him press skin to moist hot skin, dry lips chafing against Eddie's cool wet mouth. Eddie would say, yes Steve, always, love you. Steve would press in harder, trying to fuse them into one, more Eddie please please love me more. Eddie would reply with equally hungry fervor every time, yes yes, love you with all of me, i love you just you. God, but Steve reveled in it; it almost filled the starving, bottomless pit of his sickly pounding heart.

Eddie loved it when Steve got clingy. The sheer physicality of his need tethered Eddie against the constant terror the lingered in the edges of his mind where the shadow of the End haunted him. Eddie poured his adoration out through a whispered soliloquy into Steve's ear, detailing how the Corruption was slowly killing him, how he would die from it but that Robin would die with him, they'd leave the world together, and Eddie would be at his side, hands sinking into his spongy, diseased flesh as he held Steve in his final hours. Steve let out the softest, sated sigh every time Eddie did this.

Eddie hopes that when the End finally claims him, it would be through Steve's rotting kiss; a terrible death, he knew, but what bliss it would be to let the affliction of Steve consume him entirely).

Around the same time Eddie reached his awakening, Chrissy Cunningham heard the siren call of the Flesh. It was fascinating, the way she manifested as avatar. She hated her body, was disgusted by it, and this was reinforced my her mother. No matter how little she ate or how often she purged herself, it was never enough until one day she discovered that her hands burned like stomach acid when she touched her body. And like acid, she could suddenly melt and pull her skin like taffy. It hurt, it burned like nothing else she's ever felt but she could finally make her body as skinny and insubstantial as her mother and the rest of the world always wanted it to be.

Her very first victim was her mother. She dug her hands deep into the belly of the woman her birthed her into an imperfect being, and shifted and molded the flesh until she was just as beautiful as she forced Chrissy to be. She threw the extra unnecessary pounds of organs and fat and splintered bone in a heap to the side. She would find use for it later, as more and more victims were drawn to her and her promises to help them find the body they always wanted.

She took joy in the screams of agony she inspired every time she helped someone through a transformation. And once she started pulling someone apart, she never stopped, no matter how much they begged for mercy, until her masterpiece was complete. Because she knows she can make them more gruesomely beautiful and that's worth all the pain they'll feel for the rest of their existence.

In this world, Jonathan never meets Argyle. He was never going to meet Argyle because the fog of the Lonely seeped into his lungs and mind when he was young and never left. His was a curious case, according to the researchers at the Usher Foundation. There was really no reason for the Lonely to have called to him. Yes, he had a verbally abusive father but his mother's love and protective dedication paired with his love for his little brother should've been enough to ward him against it.

Instead, he actively sought solitude from his peers; he would take pictures of them from afar, relishing their distance. The Usher Foundation got some of his photos and noticed that somehow they always depicted the subject slightly blurred and completely alone no matter if they'd been in the middle of a crowd when the picture was taken. He'd send the photos to their subjects sometimes. It had an intriguing effect. The subjects became hyperaware of how Lonely existence truly was. The photos of them became clearer the longer they stared into them; and the sharper their images became, the more the victims faded from existence until finally only a photo of a nameless forgotten person remained.

Jonathan's love for his brother manifested in teaching him how to be Alone, encouraging a pursuit of solitary entertainments like painting. Will's paintings soon became nothing but empty landscapes. Will would wander quiet and unseen to galleries to put them up where people could see them. A specific type of person would be drawn to them. They'd come back to them over and over until they were trapped in those dreary landscapes, doomed to never see another person; to be utterly Forsaken forevermore.

The Usher Foundation is eager to see if the Byers Brothers would become the American equivalent of the Lukas family. Or perhaps the Sinclair siblings would build a family empire to the Web. The younger one, Erica, had a need for control that surpassed anyone her age. She somehow always managed to get her way no matter what situation she found herself in. Meanwhile her brother seemed happy to let others take the lead. He always complied to his sister's commands eventually, though he chafed against her bossy bratty behavior.

He much more happily complied to the demands of one Max Mayfield. They were an odd combination, and were being closely watched by the Usher Foundation to figure out how they worked. Max spent her whole life afraid of the nonsensical violence posed by her stepfather and stepbrother. She was afraid of how they hurt her mother, of how she specifically was targeted by her stepbrother. But then her stepbrother redirected his violence to Lucas Sinclair and Max snapped. Baying for blood, she had taken her skateboard and beat her stepbrother to death.

The Slaughter was not picky when it came to violent murders, so it was confusing that she didn't immediately turn to make Lucas suffer the same fate. Instead she had taken her stepbrother's car and driven back home, where she then took the tire iron and beat both her stepfather and mother until they were nothing but bloody masses of pulp. The Web-touched Sinclairs were able to shift attention and blame so Max got away with it with none the wiser. The Web and Slaughter were nearly opposite sides of the Fear spectrum, and their avatars were never seen together. Yet the Sinclairs and Mayfield were inseparable from that day forward.

Finally there was Dustin Henderson, but the Foundation wasn't worried about him. His thirst for Knowledge has already put many lives at risk on multiple occasions, and not once has he felt any regret afterwards. He always got the Knowledge he wanted, after all. He was of the Eye, through and through. The Usher Foundation already has a scholarship and internship in reserve for him when he graduates high school.

[green-electrons]

One stromy boy for @birdsongisland 's dtiys! I had fun :) purple is really not a color l'm used to draw with but this was a nice challenge !

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id : a digital painting in warm tones with visible brushstrokes on a dark background. steve is lying on his side, propped on his elbow with top surgery scars and an open billowy shirt tucked in dark trousers. he is gazing up at eddie, who is sat facing the viewer and yet looking slightly down at steve, his expression conflicted. his hair is loose with a few small white flowers tucked behind his ear, a white shirt with rolled up sleeves and a dark green waistcoat and dress pants. he is fidgeting with his hands on his lap./end id

my guest is gone and it is once again 3am. Behold! the twelfth night inspired steddie painting!

[dolphin-squirrel]

Happy birthday Liza!!!!

Thank you so so much to all the amazing artists who helped me create their gift by fulfilling my requests and commissions, and are all genuinely just the sweetest people:

@underdog-arts

@tscampfireau / @haysgrove

@birdsongisland

@deodorant-stick

@illogicallyinclined

@jessibbb

@sleepy-starling

@zodiacsomething

@pomelochai

@not-exactly-laborious

Thank you so much - and feel free to post the art yourselves as I am not going to.

Happy birthday @larkiaquail

I love you so so much ❤️❤️❤️

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Did a thing for convenience

Stranger things fanart masterpost

Sorted into categories with the bonus on the side, probably will be under a readmore, and also thinking about giving all of them rankings

Gen art

Max & Robin reverse bigbang

robin doodles

stobin otters - stobin sport clothes

star steve (wip) - baker steve (wip) - perseus steve - corset steve - pink steve - plant steve

eddie and steve doodles

pink eddie - sticky note eddie - rockstar eddie - sword eddie

mucha eddie (lineart) (wip) (wip)

eddie doodle - skull shirt eddie - vampire eddie - dragon eddie - pirate eddie

eddie & wayne

young eddie & wayne

corroded coffin

eddie & max

eddie & chrissy

eddie & mike

hunt!nancy + end!eddie + lonely!will

mixed doodles - mixed doodles 2

Steddie

kind love (steddie only) (details)

Twelfth night (video) (wip)

steddie bang moonofthedevil: shibari (nsfw) / second drawing

steddie bang misprinting : part 1 doodles, part 2 throne, part 2 stobin, part 3 payphone,

stasis in darkness

sleebies (wip)

cowboys - pop star x metal star - skirts - mermaid steve - mermaid eddie - bbygirl steve (nsft) - soulmates - fishnet eddie - ink doodles - purple crush - monster eddie doodle - bg3 costumes - clothes milkshake - tattoo steve