#munstrum

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*                 𝑤𝘩𝑎𝑡  𝑤𝑒  𝑑𝑜  𝑖𝑛  𝑡𝘩𝑒  𝑠𝘩𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑠    .       /      @munstrum​   ,                  —               𝗂   𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍   𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒   𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾   𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀   𝖺   𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽   𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾   𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁                                              𝗆𝗒   𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌  .  

𝚂𝙷𝙴  𝙷𝙰𝚂  𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙽𝙶  𝙾𝙿𝙸𝙽𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂  𝙾𝙽  𝙼𝙴𝙻𝙺𝙾𝚁  ,    he’ll  just  have  to  forgive  her  .   daff  looks  sheepish  ,   tapping  her  ashes  into  the  tray  on  the  coffee table  and  pointedly  choosing  not  to  make  eye  contact  .

she  talked  too  much  again  ,   she’s  sure  .   and  then  eddie  speaks  up  ,   says  frankly  the  oddest  thing  she’s  ever  fucking  heard  .

❝         𝑎𝑟𝑒  𝑦𝑜𝑢  𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔  𝑓𝑢𝑛  𝑜𝑓  𝑚𝑒  ?         ❞        it’s  a  gut  reaction  .   she  doesn’t  have  friends  ,     surely  he  could  understand  why  .          ❝        and  i  just  made  it  weird  ,   didn’t  i  ...   sorry  .   you’re  a  sweetheart  .       ❞

[emptygcrdens]

@munstrum​​ sent: “ come on, are you serious? “ | accepting memes

There’s a blank expression on her face, the temptation to ask if she’s ever been anything but serious. She’s always serious. It wasn’t like she was asking him anything crazy, well, it might’ve been crazy coming from her. So, in a way she understands his reaction. “I will pay you -- just, give me a damn ride Munson.” The impatience evident in her voice.

It was either walk home, or get a ride. She was picking the easier option. Her original ride had left her behind, leaving her stranded. She was annoyed, angry, cursing at the sky until she saw him. Stomping right up to him, Madeline, without any proper introduction, had dammed a ride. Which, it definitely came off as rude, not a surprise coming from her. But Madeline had no other options. She’s sure he’d rather let her walk then take her home, assuming from his response, but there was a small part of her that hoped he was feeling chivalrous.

After a small moment of silence, Madeline just sighs. Defeated. “Never mind, i’ll just walk.” Throwing her hands up in frustration, Madeline spins around. Slowly, but angrily, starting her journey. It’ll take her a good hour, but it was her own fault for not driving herself that morning. 

[munsontm]

A vision of weirdness that he couldn't begin to explain stood before him like something straight from the Twilight Zone. He wanted to poke it---him? The being that looked eerily like himself, except for a few subtle differences. He didn't have that freckle beneath the left side of his jaw, and the other guy's jewellery was different to his. Their clothes looked almost identical, and Eddie wished he'd worn his red plaid shirt if only to highlight other differences between them. It was fucking freaky.

"Uhh....hi?" Reluctance seeped into his voice, combined with an awkward little wave. Smooth move, Munson. How else were you supposed to talk to your maybe doppelganger? "First of all, what the fuck?" He threw his hands up in part disbelief, part exasperation. "Is this some Upside Down bullshit? Because I've seriously had enough of it, dude." Considering that the form before him could be some Vecna shitnanigans, Eddie decided against poking the fella. He needed his fingers for playing the guitar, among other various finger-based activities.

"Just give me some sort of sign I should start running." Because that he'd do, gladly.

@munstrum

[cravensw0rth-a]

                                                            when it comes to keeping the underworld and it’s people a secret laszlo - to put it kindly - is a bit shit at it. though that is how most of the vampires in the house are, no need to hide when you can eat people who find out before they can spread the shit. but @munstrum​ has got his interest, and laszlo is not one to turn down attention. 

so do you sleep in a coffin?

                                                            it’s a fair question, one that he’d asked nadja after she’d turned him, but it seems a bit silly, considering how popular the stereotype.   “ i’m a vampire where the fuck else do you expect me to sleep ? ”   there’s no malice in his tone, it’s an almost honest question of his own he supposes.    “ i don’t have to sleep in a coffin, there’s no bloody rule about it, if that’s what you’re asking, as long as i have my ancestorial soil, i can sleep almost anywhere. ”    he’s not a fan of sleeping upside down though, bad for the back.

[therelentless]

{ @munstrum​ ;;

“Oh no... tell me you didn’t drink that?” He said, referring to the half empty glass of blood he had left on the coffee table unattended.

[gareththegreata]

Tell my muse why you care about them. Really hit them in their weak spots!  

@munstrum​   here’s one that’ll never make it into the yearbook; here’s a couple of beers on a summer afternoon and an arm around gareth’s shoulders, a tribute too honest and too unguarded for the eyes of strangers: ‘you’re, like, my oldest friend, man. and plus, you’re the drummer. we need a drummer. without a drummer, we’d all be lost. our hearts wouldn’t know when to beat. and listen, i gotta thank you, y’know, for being the one to bite when i’m all bark. and you’re super weird, dude. like, no, super weird. in a way that understands my weirdness? … i’m gonna leave this town, but you better come find me. ‘cuz i’m gonna be a rockstar, dude, and i don’t wanna do it without you.’

                he’ll bring his beer up to his lips, humming softly as he leaned into the embraced. “yeah, i don’t think cc would sound very good without me. no offense, dude---...” he’ll wrinkle his nose slightly, turning to look at the other. he’ll try his best to hold back a grin but it fails, his cheeks turning a bright pink. “someone has to make sure your good,” not that he would fight all of eddie’s battles---..but he absolutely would. “i’m super weird? okay.” he’ll scoff, shaking his head which causes curls to fall onto his forehead. “you really think i’m gonna let you leave without me? nah, you’re stuck with me, man.”

[childactress]

@munstrum   ...   what if my best self is a cunt that can’t wake up before noon?

❝  then that makes two of us.  ❞    a snap of a smile clicks around the joint in her mouth,  peach-pit sweetness rotting in the afternoon...   but it’s the golden hour now,  the silent sliver of peace mara has between the end of school and the end of natasha’s shift:   she and eddie are squeezed into mara’s corner of the dollhouse,  a window cracked open for the escape of smoke.  she takes a sharp inhale and feels the coolness rolling in,  then passes the joint over.    ❝  but for the record,  nobody would ever call you a cunt.  guys get called douchebags and assholes and sons of bitches but never cunts.  it’s kinda more of a girl thing,  i dunno why.  i’ve only been called a cunt to my face once,  and i had it coming.  ❞

[gareththegreata]

@munstrum​  ‘staaaayy still.’ one hand cups gareth’s chin, ringmetal pressing hard enough to leave imprints along his jawline. in the other hand, a needle’s pinched between two fingers. eddie’s tongue pokes out, as if it’ll steady his second-shot stare. ‘this … is probably gonna hurt. like, a lot, dude.’

             he’s a giggling mess, he can’t help but squirm whenever he grabs his chin. though, after a few moments, he’ll pull himself together and keep himself still. as still as he can be while he’s feeling buzzed, the shot he just took coursing through his veins and making him feel warm. obviously, this was a good idea. almost as good of an idea as the time he let eddie give him a shitty tattoo of his birthdate on his ass cheek. what could go wrong? “whatever, dude. just hurry up and get it over with.”