Master of puppets, I'm pulling your strings...

an eddie munson rp blog. 18+!!! minors get the hell out, mun & muses must be 18+. accepts anons, let's be chill.

[corrodedmaster]

p e n n e d by y v e 🤘🏼

W E L C O M E T O H E L L F I R E !

mun is 30+. muse did not die. probably not a vampire. just lucky as shit with that munson magic. semi-selective, low activity. will probably just run by a queue. multiship and multiverse. throw eddie anywhere.

portrayal is based on collections from the show, flight if icarus, and personal opinions of mun. saying that, not billy hargrove friendly, platonic steddie truther, virgin eddie did not survive past freshman year, sucker for a girl with freckles — or any girl paying him attention, rockstar in the making even if he has to go through blood and bone to do it. a master of puppets. metal head freak with a heart of gold. defender of lost little sheeps. storyteller extroadinaire. the bane of hawkins' existence. pleased as shit because of it.

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How do you feel about werewolves? -G

🎸⚡✌🏻 —— "A lot of anger issues with werewolves. But. Kinda par for the course. I'd have anger issues if I had no control of myself, subjected to a curse every full moon, have my insides turned and whatnot, just pain, and not having anything to do about it. And when you're in wolf mode, you're seen as a monster. Might feel like one, too. Not knowing if animal instinct takes over someone you care about and if it did? The fall out when you wake up to something you've done? Shit. I respect them. I kinda pity them. Misunderstood as all hell, and, well, I kinda see a kinship in that. I, too, like to bark at the moon and have a rougher hair routine than most. Also people being scared of me because of what they don't know. It's a lonely existence, but hey, what can you do?"

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Favorite fantasy creature and why, go. ONLY ONE. No tier lists. -A

🎸⚡ —— "That's—that's totally not cool and you know it." He sighed a moment, crossing his arms as he took to pacing, his mind going crazy with possibilities. Fingers scratching along his jaw, fingers then tapping against his jaw. "If I had to say one... I think harpies are cool as shit, actually. Maybe that's stating the obvious because I, too, would like to make a luring song that captures all that listens under my thrall..." he said, waving his fingers with a smile. Then, giving a shrug, "I like strong women, and if I learned one thing, you do not underestimate a harpy or a strong woman. Not if you want to keep your flesh still intact."

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This wasn't SUPPOSED to be Tina's world. Everyone knew it. She had been DESTINED for higher things, and yet? This is where she had WANTED to be. After growing up with a PROVERBIAL silver spoon in her mouth, Tina still managed to be neglected. Often being left ALONE in the house for weeks at a time. Her family was that only in NAME and BLOOD, and so she had sought out her own several years ago. That's when she had come across Eddie and his GANG of friends. Weird and out there, but wholly unafraid to just be themselves. At first they had been suspicious of her of course - they would be CRAZY not to be - but after some time, they had warmed up to her. And for once in her life she had found friends that cared. A FAMILY in more than just name.

So perhaps that's why she found herself here tonight, but she couldn't verbalize any of it as she brushed past him into the cozy trailer when offered entrance. Her head SHOOK slightly at the mention of beer or coke, and for a long moment she just fidgeted with her hands - unsure of how to proceed - before she just let it spill. At least in PART, not wanting to completely overwhlem the man. ❝S.sorry I just - I didn't know where el - my DAD came home tonight. Early. He uh ... we had a FIGHT.❞ There was SO much more to it than that, but she didn't want to dump it all right on his lap. That wouldn't have been fair.

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🎸⚡ —— Understanding flooded his features at the words, nodding lightly, hands into his pockets. Well, shit. From the moment Tina had come to their little group, he didn't trust her. Flat out didn't. But he was curious. Thought it was a trap, but wanted to see how far she would go. But then, slowly, he saw it wasn't an act. She was into the game just like the rest of his lost little sheep. And maybe a part of him still didn't believe one of the popular girls in school wanted in on their demonized hellfire club and it not being a trapped. Still awaiting the day he walks through a door and a bucket of pig's blood be dumped on him and he really didn't know how to get pig's blood out of his hair. Didn't want to find that out, either.

But her here right now?

Yeah, he believed her.

"Pretty bad, huh?" There was no point in asking if it was, clearly it was. Enough to send her running here, after all. He paused, a thought bubbling up in his head. "Was it because of uh..." How could he say this? His hand came forward, as if he was trying to grasp the words from thin air. "...your recent after school activity? I know parents aren't...thrilled about their kids joining a club they think is full of devil worshippers that sacrifice lambs or whatever shit they're saying at church bingo. Wouldn't be surprised."

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She hadn't really had a plan or destination in MIND when she had started driving, only knowing that she had needed to get AWAY. And away apparently meant further and further out of main town Hawkins, until she had ended up HERE. Outside of Eddie Munson's trailer. Tina was no STRANGER to the place of course, having visited a number of times before. But the main difference here was that she hadn't been INVITED first. It wasn't in the light of DAY. And namely, she was ALONE - lacking the usual gaggle of dungeons and dragons playing BOYS at her side. It was strange, but autopilot had brought her here and before she could truly QUESTION it, she was stomping out of her cherry red convertible and RIGHT up to his front door. Tina knocked and sniffled, not even bothering to wipe away the runny MASCARA before the door opened. ❝Hey ... - ❞

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🎸⚡ —— The knock came unexpected. Making him lift his eyes from the bowl of dry cereal — he really needed to get some milk. Having the funds, just not the drive to drag his ass to the store. Letting out a groan, he got up and on his feet, bowl left behind as he padded his way to his door. Wayne was at work, still, picking up some extra shifts at the plant. "I know it's a trailer park, but doesn't mean we're easy marks for whatever you're sellin'—" and then he opened the door, brown eyes widened a bit at the sight of him. "Hey. . . Tina," his eyes roaming over her face, the distraught, the mascara running. Taking a step back, pointing his thumb behind him. "Do you wanna... Shit, yeah, come in. Uh... Don't mind the mess and uh..." He furrowed his brow, "......do you want a beer? Or uh... I got some cokes. Not much else."

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c o n t i n u e d . . . with @theha1r ft. EDDIE && STEVE.

🎸⚡ —— "Benevolent. Someone or something characterized by kindness, goodwill, and a desire to do good for others. Often describing a kind, helpful and sympathetic person." He out stretched his arms, smile wide, "Doesn't that describe me to a T?" It was a question he had gotten wrong in elementary, and after that he had ingrained the definition into memory out of pure spite. Clearly the only logical way to handle such things. Crossing his arms in front of himself, he leaned against a wall and shrugged, "You're admitting you're wrong, that's the first step to recovery, Harrington. You're on the right track."

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the blonde pauses when the grizzly haired man waltzes in. she scoffs and meets him at his usual seat, coffee pot hovering mid pour over his mug. “benevolent, huh? well ain’t you fulla hundred dollar words today,” briar responds, flashing that toothy white smile that swooned her customers. she leans against the diners main counter. “big words comin’ from a boy wearin’ hand me down demin.” she tops off his coffee with a swirl of whip cream and marshmallows. “listen, ozzy osborne you can ‘extend opportunities’ all you want, but i ain’t switchin’ sides just ‘cause you wagged that little guitar pick at me like it’s supposed to make me twist my hair ‘round,” giggling at his musings, crystal irises furrowing inward. “and i wasn’t wrong, sugar. your lil’ devil worship club? it’s just you and a bunch’a freshmen playin’ pretend and actin’ like y’all ain’t the sweetest bunch in hawkins. all bark, no bite,” she leans in just enough for him to ponder if she’s flirting or threatening. “so what you’re gonna do is admit i’m right, and leave a decent tip.”

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🎸⚡ —— "We are not sweet. We are rough, we're the bane of this town's existence. There are old biddies that go to church that look at us and go the opposite direction if they aren't talking about getting us saved. We're not sweet." But he went to pick up his coffee, take a bit sip, whipped cream and marshmallows be damned — though it was nicer cup of coffee he's had in years but never mind that! — wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt. Cupping his hands over the mug, he took a deep breath. "...but that speaks more to the people in this small ass town that wet their panties and not in the fun way, over anything..." He tried to find the word, head swaying side to side trying to find it, "Let's just say....different." He gave a shrug, "But just because we're nerds doesn't mean we're sweet, okay?" Okay, well, maybe Dustin could be in that category, if he thought about it for a moment. "...most of us aren't. And shows what you know. I was gonna leave a tip, anyway. We ain't sweet, but, we're not assholes and that's double for me, personally. Most of the time."

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I'm here, let's do shit. while i continue to make gifs.

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open to anyone.

🎸✌🏻 —— "Okay, see, I'm generous. Benevolent, even. Instead of going on about how wrong you were just now — and you were. Absolutely wrong. Just... Just wrong, I'm gonna extend to you the opportunity to think over what you said and...revise that. Y'know. Make you realize the error of your ways and switch sides and shit. That's what I'm gonna do. What are you gonna do? I'll wait."

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STRANGER THINGS | 4.09

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