This is a fanworks challenge/event that is all about Corroded Coffin. It will take place from July 1st thru July 31st.
Thanks so much for showing interest in this event during this post! If you have friends that you think would like to participate, please considering reblogging this announcement!
The calendar of prompts is located here:
Since there are so many events going on (and we love to see it!) we've decided to set a word count range for this event, so the love can be spread around to more events.
GUIDELINES:
Ideas for works include: fic, art, gifsets, fanvids, moodboards, edits, playlists, or anything else you can think of to celebrate Corroded Coffin!
For fics, there is a word count minimum/maximum of between 300-1000 words per drabble. We'll use wordcounter.net to check the word counts before reblogging, so make sure you stick to that range!
Do one prompt, do them all. Hell, do them all twice! It's totally up to you. You can pick and choose what you're interested in. And we're not going to police how you interpret the prompt. Just use them as a jumping off point to be inspired by the boys of Corroded Coffin, and then share that inspiration with us! (Not everything has to be band related, we encourage you to explore other parts of their lives, too!)
Submissions can absolutely be connected to other prompts from the event, or even past works, but should still be able to stand alone each day.
Every morning a new prompt card will go up, reminding everyone of what that day's prompt will be.
All submissions should include any pairings featured, content rating and any content warnings (CW) or tags that you think are appropriate. Please put the prompt you are fulfilling as well, just to keep things straightforward. A sample could look something like this:
Prompt Day 9: The Hideout, Word Count: 666, Rating: M, Pairing: None, CW: Underage Drinking, Recreational Drug Use, Tags: Corroded Coffin, First Gig, Partying, Eddie, Gareth, Jeff, Freak, The Hideout
Also, please consider putting any explicit material under a read more cut, because anything rated E that's not hidden under a cut will not be reblogged.
For the artists! Your art submission must be posted on the same day as the current prompt in order to be reblogged by this blog. Your piece of art (or other creation) must be Corroded Coffin focused, using any combination of the guys, together or solo. Of course, other characters can be included, too! But you need to have at least one of the CC band members in it for it to count for this event. Thank you!
All ships are welcome, as long as they include at least one member of Corroded Coffin: Eddie, Jeff, Gareth & Freak. (Who I look forward to learning the name of from you all, time and time again!)
Please tag us here @corrodedcoffinfest when you post your work for the day so we can reblog it!
Be respectful of your fellow participants and readers. We're all here to have fun and share the love of all parts of Corroded Coffin.
Definitely feel free to ask me anything if the rules weren't clear in places, or if I straight up forgot something (or if you just have anything else you'd like to ask). You can send an ask/message to this blog or reach out to @thisapplepielife.
Please submit your post by 11:59 PM EDT on the day of the prompt in order to not be missed for reblogging.
If posting on AO3, please feel free to use the collection associated with this event: Corroded Coffin Fest AO3 Collection after your submission has been reblogged by this account.
Most importantly, have fun! We can't wait to see what Corroded Coffin fanworks come out of this new event!
More info below, including full prompt list with jumping off suggestions, the warm-up rounds for April, May & June, and a spreadsheet you're free to use:
PROMPTS:
JULY 1ST - FIRSTS
First gig, first check, first award, first...anything.
JULY 2ND - IN THE BEGINNING
How did Corroded Coffin come to be?
JULY 3RD - BEST FRIENDS
Who are the best friends in the band in your head? Let's find out.
JULY 4TH - EDDIE
We all know Eddie. Let's hear some more about him today.
JULY 5TH - ON THE ROAD AGAIN
Get them out on the road, in any way you see fit.
JULY 6TH - HEARD IT IN A LOVE SONG
Let's have some romance. Any pairing(s) that tickle your fancy.
JULY 7TH - CELEBRATE GOOD TIMES, C'MON
Let them celebrate! Maybe that's a birthday/holiday/celebration show. Maybe it's a wedding, etc.
JULY 8TH - BAND POLITICS
Fight! Fight! Fight! Not everything goes smoothly all the time.
JULY 9TH - THE HIDEOUT
Catch them there, every Tuesday, playing for five drunks.
JULY 10TH - PRIDE
Let's see them celebrate Pride! Or let's see them be proud, etc.
JULY 11TH - JEFF
Let's spend some time with the guitarist of Corroded Coffin.
JULY 12TH - OW!
Injuries happen. Tell me more.
JULY 13TH - SEX, DRUGS & ROCK N ROLL
Tell us about the seedier parts of being in a band! 18+ for adult content, please!
JULY 14TH - AND THE WINNER IS...
It's time for awards season. Do they win? Lose? Let us know.
JULY 15TH - LET'S TALK ABOUT THAT
Press Tour/Interviews. Sometimes they need to promote themselves.
JULY 16TH - STRUGGLING
They're working their asses off, grinding it out, but they haven't hit the big time yet. Or they're struggling in other ways...
JULY 17TH - "THIS ONE'S FOR YOU"
Dedicate a song to someone special.
JULY 18TH - FREAK (GRANT, FRANK, GOODIE, ETC.)
Whatever name you given him, let's all focus on the bassist of Corroded Coffin.
JULY 19TH - IN THE GARAGE
Get them in the garage. Band practice, fixing the van, etc.
JULY 20TH - UNDER THE COVERS
Let them cover some real songs. Or, you know, get under the covers in another way...
JULY 21ST - HATE THIS TOWN
Hawkins. How was it dragging them down? Or, maybe they hate LA...
JULY 22ND - ALTERNATE UNIVERSE (AU)
Use your imaginations and put them into a whole new world!
JULY 23RD - UP AND COMING
They're finally gaining a little traction. Or maybe they're up...and coming. *wink wink, nudge nudge*
JULY 24TH - BEHIND THE SCENES
What's it take to get this show on the road? Or, what are they really like, off-stage? Let's get a peek behind the curtain.
JULY 25TH - GARETH
Bang them sticks! Let's catch up with the drummer of Corroded Coffin.
JULY 26TH - TOUR DATE
Let's focus on a specific show.
JULY 27TH - YOU'LL BE IN MY HEART
Navigating love while on the road.
JULY 28TH - BACK TO INDIANA
Let's go back to Hawkins and/or Indiana. Send these boys home.
JULY 29TH - BEHIND THE MUSIC
You know there's drama. A story. Probably enough for VH1 to come knocking.
JULY 30TH - FAME & FORTUNE
They've made it big! Now what?
JULY 31ST - YOUR SONG
A Corroded Coffin song? A work inspired by a song? A song that makes you think of Corroded Coffin?
WARM-UP ROUNDS:
Let's get a little practice before the full event in July!
Here's a prompt each month leading up to the event to work out the kinks and get in the rhythm of it all!
APRIL 15TH - TAXED
It's tax day. Do they need to pay their taxes? Is this a write-off? Or, are they just taxed from being on the road? Tax them.
MAY 15TH - GET A JOB
Put 'em to work. First jobs, side hustles, etc. Surely they've had some other jobs besides being in the band. Tell us about them.
JUNE 15TH - BAND ON THE RUN
Are they late for a gig? Running from monsters in the Upside Down? On a tour from hell?
Same guidelines as the full event will apply.
SPREADSHEET:
If you'd like a spreadsheet to help you keep track of the prompts and your progress, here's the one I personally use for other events, and will be using myself for this event. If you'd like to use it yourself, just go to File>Make a Copy and you'll get a version you can edit in your own Google Sheets.
Thanks for showing interest in having a Corroded Coffin event this year! ❤️🦇🖤 - @thisapplepielife (and thanks for the help and adding to the prompt list, @wormdebut!)
summary: a romantic night in at your trailer full of fluff, a dash of spice, and an..."Alien invasion"? | main menu | this is fairly SFW, but my blog is 18+
the song: The Boy Is Mine by Brandy & Monica
1675 words
This is my submission for @carolmunson The Boy Is Mine Challenge! The scene, props to include, and dialogue to use as well as all the details on how to participate can be found here - come join in and write your version of Eddie and celebrate everyone else's. 💛
“Son of a-” Your shoulders tense beneath palms that soothe. The chuckle beneath your ear rumbles deep in the chest your cheek is pressed to when you whine, “Gets me every fucking time.”
Despite the eerie music and the jump scare on the glowing screen, you dare someone to tell you this isn’t the most perfect night, the most perfect life.
A pizza box with a few slices left sits on your new - well new to you - coffee table next to shitty horror and gore VHS tap - wait, doll, how’d Pretty in Pink get in the stack? There’s a candle burning, its warm orange glow competes for a chance to light up the space with the small flickering TV.
Activities from earlier in the day litter the room that’s meant for living, but barely able to be made out in the growing darkness. His acoustic guitar next to loose pages of doodles and lyrics, dragons and elves and stories and songs about fighting and finding love erratic and unorganized next to your small notebook, a stack of books and several applications.
There isn’t much else, not yet anyways. A collection of records and a stereo, cassettes un-alphabetized strewn about the wobbly bookshelf and milk crates. A few boxes with labels for unimportant things that haven’t found their new home yet. The rain that falls outside the open window above the couch and onto the roof of the metal trailer pings and echoes in the sparse room, making you snuggle deeper into the black cotton beneath you, squishing your cheek to a firm, but comfortable chest.
The most perfect night, the most perfect life.
The most perfect guy.
“Do you think,” he starts softly, his fingers running down your spine and back up before he asks, “I’m as much of a badass as Ellen Ripley?”
“No.”
The noise of protest he makes beneath you at your immediate and confident response has your lips twisting, fighting a smile as his legs close around you tighter. Bunched tube socks brush your calves, thighs and hips covered in soft gray sweats shift beneath you as he grumbles something about showing you just how wrong you are.
One arm stays relaxed behind his head against throw pillows propping him up, the other restless but content to fiddle with and roam over your body that’s draped across him.
The rhythm of his heartbeat beneath you and the scent of old spice around you, everything Eddie, has you humming at his “threat”, eyelashes fluttering from the peace. His fingers massage over the back of your neck, lighting up the skin beneath it and you huff out of your nose, upset about the bubble that’s about to break. Your whine lost in his worn band t-shirt.
“I have to pee.”
“So go pee.”
Your head shakes, chin resting on his chest so you can look up at him with narrowed eyes.
“If I get up and go pee, you’re gonna do something stupid when I come back out.”
Eddie looks down at you, innocent doe eyes blinking as his hands rub over your shoulders.
“I’m always gonna do something stupid, so enlighten me, what is it you think I’m gonna do this time?”
Your hand reaches up and pulls at a dark brown curl that frames the cheeks his dimples are trying not to show in.
“Oh, I don’t know, turn off all of the lights, jump out from around the corner, attack me from behind…”
“Baby, I always wanna attack you from behind.”
That earns him a fake stern look and a smack to his chest with the back of your hand.
Pink lips pout and twist in the fight of a mischievous smirk, his eyebrows bunch together and wrinkle his forehead as he tries to scoff around a laugh.
“Aw, don’t be like that. I would never scare you.”
“That’s not even remotely true,” you counter.
“Sweetheart,” he catches your chin with thick fingers, cradling your jaw as he vows, dramatically, “I promise I would never, ever let the aliens get-”
You catch his other wrist before fingers could finger their target just below your ribs. Raised eyebrows to his big, brown eyes that glint with trouble, not even pretending to be ashamed he was caught.
The eye contact you’re sharing pulses, accompanied by the musical score of the thriller on screen. His thumb swipes over your bottom lip as his tongue licks over his own. The seconds of time slowly ticking by aren’t a luxury, but big, pounding, booms of your imminent fate right on your tail.
“Eddie,” you warn, lips fighting a smile. “Don-”
He screeches like the aliens, fingers digging into your sides and legs, grabbing at your thighs and pulling you closer so his mouth can pretend to bite at you as you give a shriek worthy of a Ridley Scott flick.
You can’t help but laugh though, as explosions happen on screen and Eddie gets louder, yelling your name dramatically like he’s fighting off the aliens trying to save you despite it being his own fingers that have you wheezing and gasping for air.
“Eddie! If you don’t stop, we’re gonna have a real problem!”
“Oh honey, I know! This thing means business! But don’t worry! I’ll save you, Ellen Ripley’s got nothing on me!”
He doubles down his tickling efforts, screeching and grunting out a “Not my girlfriend you monster!” dramatically into your neck before he nips at it. Quick bites and kisses mingled with alien noises until you’re swatting at his chest and wiggling off of him, shouting about how he’s the monster on your way to the bathroom.
It’s suspiciously quiet while you're gone. And when you open the bathroom door, you take a timid step out into the dark hallway and call out, “Eddie?”
“Baby,” he laughs from the living room, “I swear on Jonesy that I’m sitting on the couch, and I’ll keep my hands to myself for the rest of the movie.”
And well, swearing on Jonesy’s life is like swearing on Henderson’s mom, so you’re satisfied and confident enough to travel through the dark to return to the menace you call your boyfriend.
He sits, cross legged on the couch now, smiling. You kind of can’t believe this boy exists, that he’s yours.
Eddie gestures to the bottle of wine that’s replaced the pizza box, the large Garfield and Snoopy mugs joined by a bag of pretzels and a tub of vanilla frosting. “We don’t really have like, nice cups, this okay?”
Is it okay? Is this guy real? He’s straight out of a TV show, a favorite movie, the thing all the songs are trying to tell you about but just don’t seem possible.
He blinks at you, cheeks growing pink as you continue to stand at the edge of the living room and stare at him. His small relaxes down to a shy, tight lipped thing as the silver metal on fingers that tap on his knees glints in the TV’s glow.
“Doll?” Eddie coughs, eyebrows raised at you when you still don’t say anything.
“Sorry,” you make your way to the couch finally, “Yeah. Really okay.”
“Cool,” he says quietly as you sit, ears peeking out through thick waves turning as pink as his cheeks.
He grabs the pretzels and you grab the frosting, popping open the lid with a grunt, and managing to get a decent amount of it in the curve of your thumb and forefinger.
Before you can scoop it up with a pretzel, Eddie’s fingers are tugging on yours, bringing your hand up to his mouth. His lips mold around the space, sucking before his tongue traces it and the room turns unberably hot despite the cool breeze and rain drifting in.
Eddie clocks the way your hips shift and thighs press together, the way your mouth parts and head tilts. The way your eyes turn a little glassy when he looks up at you.
He removes his mouth from your hand slowly, grinning and absolutely pleased with himself as he murmurs, “Oh, we like that, huh?”
Words escape your clutches just as Ripley does the Alien’s, and Eddie drops the bag of pretzels back onto the coffee table. He keeps eye contact as he grabs the tub of frosting from you, and dips his finger into it, slowly.
“Eddie, I-”
He’s smearing it on your collarbone and up your neck, your jaw and cheek as your fingers grip the couch cushion. Your chest heaves with quick breaths, a gasp slipping past your lips as he leans forward, tongue sweeping over your throat.
Eddie licks over your skin, slow, patiently, weight falling over you as you fall backwards on the couch and arch underneath him. The way his mouth travels over you is nothing like the quick nips and fast kisses from earlier. It’s slow licks, soft presses of his mouth, open and wet and breathy and dirty as he travels higher and higher.
His path leads him over your jaw and cheek now, both of you gasping for air as his fingers dig into your hips that roll against him and yours curl in the soft material on his shoulders.
He pulls away when he reaches the corner of your lips, smiling at the whine that leaves them when you don’t get the kiss you’re aching for.
“Guess you were right afterall,” he whispers, the tip of his nose tracing up yours as he does.
“Wh-what?”
Eddie grins, his mouth hovers over yours, sweet and sticky vanilla flavored lips just close enough to almost taste.
“That I was gonna do something stupid.”
“The only thing that’s stupid is that you haven’t kissed me yet, Munson.” Your eyes roll as his grin grows even wider.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he laughs, reaching for the frosting again. “I’m just getting started.”
Rain falls, and Aliens are killed and the candle flickers on a perfect night. Your new favorite flavor of anything is vanilla because of the perfect guy.
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