#mhunster

[natdafat]

Since more people are playing MH rise (which is great) I feel I should finally address my main toxic trait when playing.

If I see a sleeping monster, I have to get a photograph of it. It doesn't matter the context of why it's sleeping or if I'm in combat, I will take a photo.

Here are some of my favourites from the past week.

I will create the complete MHrise sleepopedia

[hollowflay-arc]

EDDIE ( @mhunster​ ) said “I would trade your life for a bag of Doritos”

“Aw, too bad for you I already sold yours for the same and Satan has first dibs on me. Bummer dude.”

[loyalborn]

@mhunster // closed starter

TJ had just wanted to take a quick smoke break.

It was mid October and the air was turning cold, something his body wasn't used to. He had lived in San Andreas his entire life and the lack of seagulls and sounds of waves crashing against the shore left a sense of unease. It hurt like a phantom pain, like he was missing a limb. His home was Vespucci, with the beach just across the street and the pier a five minute walk from his door. Hawkins, Indiana was open, flat land and the biggest excitement in the town was the Hawkins High games. There weren't any drive-bys, there weren't any kidnappings, and there certainly wasn't any torture.

It was boring.

When TJ sought out a spot behind the bleachers, he finally came across something mildly interesting. A group of boys in green letterman jackets were standing around, but one had his hands twisted into the band tee of a wild haired boy. TJ recognized the blonde kid as the student who had approached him on his first day to ask if he would join the basketball team. Clearly his height would give them a strong advantage, but TJ has turned down the offer; he didn't have time for after school activities, even if he was interested.

The victim of this situation, however, was someone that TJ actually knew the name of. Just a week ago, he had towed Eddie Munson's van to his family's new auto shop when it had broken down. TJ only remembered his name from filling out the paperwork.

"Is this seat taken?" Fingers flicked his oil lighter open and close.

[creatureshrieks]

       It’s a cool night as Steve exists his car, a soft thud announcing his arrival as he shuts the door behind him. His eyes glance over the outdoor lights he’s placed along the perimeter of his house illuminating much of the driveway and the surrounding forests, an early warning sign for anything that might come crawling from the shadows the lights aren’t able to breach. There’s a dull buzz from the lights as he passes by, old wires beginning to show their years of constant nightly use. Despite how mundane the act is of approaching his house, his muscles are tense as he walks up the path to his door. He holds a still-hot pizza box in one hand and a few bags of various supplies slung around his arm. He grips his keys in his opposite hand, far too tightly, as if he’s nervous they might slip from his hand. Metal teeth dig into his palm. His jaw clenches. It was always nerve wracking to head into his home late at night, but everything had gotten  far worse since the ‘earthquake’ that tore through Hawkins. Since the deaths. The near deaths. Steve fights the urge to glance over his shoulder as he slots the key into the lock, a soft click as he twists it. The door barely makes a sound as it opens, well-taken care of hinges. Anything imperfect would’ve been replaced.         He’s quiet as he enters, the rustling of paper bags and his own footsteps the only hint to his arrival. It’s not until he shuts and locks the door behind him does Steve finally call out, “ Munson, man, you awake ? ” Wouldn’t be too surprised if he was asleep. Painful wounds mixed with the boredom he was positive Eddie felt being practically ‘couch-ridden’ while he heals must make sleeping the hours away seem like a great idea. A reply comes from the living room, however, and Steve is relieved to know he won’t have to disturb the poor guy to force him through the ordeal of another bandage change. Every day, the same routine, as equally unpleasant as the last. He slides off his shoes, kicking them to the side before he heads into the living room, his eyes glancing from the TV towards the other man resting himself on the couch.

 “ I got dinner. Pepperoni, cheese. Classic. ” He gestures with the pizza for emphasis, offering a half-smile before he sets it down on the coffee table. It’s a slight attempt at an apology for what he has to do. Steve lets the bags slide off his arm, full of fresh gauze and cotton pads. Devices of torture, honestly, for the two of them. Steve’s injuries were way less drastic, but he been forced to go to the hospital all the same. Thankfully, at least, he was able to ask the staff there about proper wound care, giving himself a refresher on what he learned during his first-aid classes.

“ ... But, ” There’s always a but.

“ Before we eat, you know what we gotta do. ”

@mhunster​ || no pizza before proper wound care

[exkingbabysitter]

He literally doesn’t blame Sabrina. But that’s no one’s business but his own

             ?!

[zoomingupthathilla]

@mhunster Continued from here.

"Well half of the town doesn't know you like I do. You're innocent when it comes to those murders, but I don't know if I can say that about much else." She is teasing of course.

[hellstung]

@mhunster​ // continued

how they got into this state was merely because they allowed themselves to. or less or worse speaking anyway. they had their orders. they weren’t allowed to fight back in any case. unless it was from some place else, if it was teens that was another story. so they allowed themselves to appear weaker as they had been wailed on by some underaged brats. it was when this senior spoke to them that really pulled them out of the state they had been on.

taking the sleeve of their hoodie to their nose to try to stop the bleeding ( which probably was from a broken nose ) and their lip ( busted, terribly ); they stared at the other. he seemed friendly enough. crouching to check on them and admitting he couldn’t speak sign. swallowing thickly they shifted a bit. trying to think how to ask him if they could be taken to a drug store to get cotton balls or something to fix their little issue. 

then... they nodded. trying to show yes they wanted his help.

[ehldrich]

        ‘   i   have  a   question,   it’s   a   really   important   one.    ‘    you   pause   for   dramatic   effect,   crossing   your  arms  and  staring   up   at   eddie.    ‘   have  you   considered   shrinking?   ‘    you   try   and   keep   your   tone   as   serious   as   possible,   but   there’s   a   slight   upward   tilt   to   the   corners   of   your   lips   that   gives   you   away.    ‘   i   may   forgive   your   transgression   of   height   if   you   come   over   for   dinner   this   weekend.    with   wayne.   ‘    /    @mhunster