There is a song called Zombie Handjob by Ninja Sex Party, sung by their character Count Whackula, that I recommend everyone listen to. I do believe Eddie is the kinda guy who would write fun songs specially for Halloween, and who organises Corroded Coffin to play big Halloween gigs each year. Eddie would absolutely come out on stage dressed up as his alter ego, Count Whackula, to sing Zombie Handjob.
If CC wrote Zombie Handjob, the merch would go fucking crazy. I can picture so perfectly a coffin, corroded (naturally) enough for a hand to stick through, and maybe the tombstone behind it details the zombie's rates, e.g.
"Hungry for Brain!"
"1 Brain = five minutes"
"2 Brains = ten minutes"
"3 Brains = VIP access to rotten mouth hole" The zombie punches another hole in the coffin above his mouth when you offer him 3 brains.
Some of You May Lose Your Arm & That's a Sacrifice I'm Willing to Make
Eddie Munson & Gareth Emerson-Fuller whatever the fuck it is
A/N: As per usual, some more stupid shit written by yours truly. Just a short drabble that came to me during a side quest.
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Gareth comes out of his house to find Eddie frantically looking around the garage. He pushes things aside, lifts other stuff up, and rifles through some drawers that have been untouched for ages.
"Dude, don't you guys have any tools or anything around here?" asks Eddie as he continues ransacking through the deepest confines of the Emerson garage. "Uh, what's going on?" Gareth questions as he slowly steps down from the door connecting the rest of the house to the garage. He is tentative about approaching Eddie as he looks like he's on the brink of a meltdown. Suddenly, he stops dead in his tracks as he stares down at something that has caught his eye.
"Hey Gare, come here real quick."
Gareth narrows his eyes with suspicion before asking, but not actually wondering, "...why?" Eddie revives, a determined rhythm in his voice—his gaze locked on his find—and beckons Gareth closer. "Just come here," Eddie commands, deep in thought before snapping back to purpose and looking up at Gareth with a grin "Just trust me."
Famous last words Gareth thought, but still curiosity wins him over once again, as it usually does in matters concerning his friend. He shuffles over to where Eddie is standing. Once he's within reach, Eddie swiftly grabs hold of his arm with one hand and brandishes a hacksaw with the other.
"WHAT THE FUCK!" Gareth yelps as he tries, unsuccessfully, to pull himself from Eddie's iron grip.
"Gare, if we want to be famous, we’re going to need a leg up," Eddie explains, enunciating every word so that Gareth understands him clearly. "Or an arm down, in this case." Gareth is still trying to pull himself from the vice that Eddie has his arm in as he continues staring at his friend with furrowed brows, silently prodding him to continue his train of thought.
"You know, Rick Allen?" Eddie questioned. Gareth continues eyeing him with a quiet look of anguish. "The drummer for Def Leppard? Lost his arm in a car accident?" Eddie sighs in frustration. "You really don't know about him!?"
Gareth's eyes widen in disbelief and utter astonishment as he finally relinquishes his limb from the clutches of his friend, his bandmate, the person he now regrets ever knowing—Eddie Munson. "YOU ARE NOT CUTTING MY FUCKING ARM OFF! WE ARE NOT DEF FUCKING LEPPARD!" he screeches loudly as he rubs his wounded arm.
Eddie towers over him and argues back. "THE MAN IS INSPIRATIONAL, GARETH," he rebuts emphatically. "SACRIFICES HAVE TO BE MADE IF WE WANT TO BE FAMOUS."
Gareth, flabbergasted at the persistence of his friend, continues pleading. "THEN CUT YOUR OWN FUCKING ARM OFF!"
Eddie is now levitating with anger and frustration. "IT DOESN'T WORK THAT WAY. I CAN'T PLAY GUITAR WITH ONE ARM." He emphasizes his words with the jerky movements his arms and hands are making.
Gareth is no longer entertaining the idea and spins around on his heel to storm back into the house, angry and somehow not surprised that this is the state of his life right now.
"IT’S LIKE NO ONE TAKES THIS BAND AS SERIOUSLY AS I DO!" Eddie concludes with defeat.
For then on, every time another record label turns them down, Eddie reminds Gareth that this is all his fault. Eddie always points out, "I told you how we could fix this problem ages ago," as Gareth rolls his eyes and sighs while the rest of the guys laugh.
For this event, you must submit an entry that is inspired by the photo above. How you go about that, is up to you.
This event takes place from now until August 31, 2026.
You can interpret the image in any way you'd like, as long as you've focused on one or more members of Corroded Coffin.
GUIDELINES:
Please tag us here at @corrodedcoffinfest when you post your entries so we can reblog them!
The is no word count limit for this challenge.
You'll get a comment from this blog with a "🎪" when it's been checked and added to the queue.
Submissions can be connected to other works, but they should still be able to stand totally alone.
Feel free to use the ao3 collection after you've been reblogged here!
All submissions should include any pairings featured, a rating and any content warnings (CW) or tags that you think are appropriate. All explicit material needs be under a cut.
Headers make my life easier when doing our masterlists, and a sample of one could look something like this:
Prompt: The Fair | Word Count: 1423 | Rating: T | POV: Eddie | Relationships: None | CW: None | Tags: 4th July in Hawkins
Please submit your entries between now and 11:59 PM EST on August 31th.
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Prompt #29 - "Double Your Pleasure, Double Your Fun!"
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