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forever-rogue · 2 years

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can I request something for our sweet boy Eddie? reader is cautious of eddies smoking / drinking bc she's had experiences associated to them and they're not the best. my uncle does it a lot and it can affect happy family gatherings and more in the past that I can't remember, but everyone older then me seems to and makes me be careful because of whatever happened. and I see many fics glorifying those habits. you can do whatever plot you think fits best. 💚

AN | Okay, so I totally know where you’re coming from and I get it. So would Eddie! Enjoy 🥰

Warnings | Drug, Alcohol mention

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2.4k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

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Eddie Munson was an enigma. Which is, undoubtedly, one of the many things you liked about him. He wasn’t afraid to be different, wasn’t afraid to speak his mind or his truth. He was also, you know, very pretty, which didn't hurt anything. You liked his long hair, the wavy roguish strands, his big brown eyes, and that smile that made your heart melt. He was, in essence, a man you'd harbored a crush on for a long time.

But you'd never do anything about it. Absolutely not. For all his virtues and good qualities, there were certain vices that had you keeping your distance from him. Besides the fact that you were painfully shy, and pretty much invisible except to your small friend group. While you knew so much about Eddie Munson, you were positive he didn't even know your name.

You found out, one chilly fall morning, that you were dead wrong.

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You should have known it was going to be a horrible, no good, very bad day as soon as you were getting ready for school and nothing seemed to go right. Your favorite dress had a rip, your makeup came out all wrong, you'd forgotten to make lunch, and almost missed the school bus. If the driver hadn't been feeling generous, you were sure you would have ended up walking to school, but your pathetic running and yelling as he pulled away had him garnering sympathy for you.

But eventually you'd made it to school, feeling like an utter clown but at least you were on time. You managed a quick stop at your locker, grabbing out your binders and books for your morning classes, almost running to make it to first period on time.

And you would have…had you not shut your locker and managed to immediately run into him. Him being, as fate would have it, none other than Eddie Munson. Your collision managed to knock the papers and books from both of your hands and you groaned deeply. Eddie's natural reaction had been to recoil, sure you were going to flip out at him, but instead you gave him an almost pathetically sorry look.

"I am so sorry, Eddie," you picked everything off the dirty, sticky floor and organized it before handing everything back to him in a neat stack. It was more put together than before your little accident and he felt warmth rise up in his cheeks, "I'm such an…idiot. And now I've made us both late. Sorry again."

You scooped your things up and stuffed them into your backpack before standing back up. Eddie's hand gently grabbed your arm to keep you from moving away just yet. He whispered your name before softly asking, "are you alright?"

"I'm just having an off morning 's all," you were surprised he even knew your name. You'd always felt so invisible around not just him, but most of your classmates, "I should get going to class before old man Johnson makes things even worse."

"Okay," he gave you a small, tentative little smile, "see you around."

All you managed to do was to give him a hesitant little nod before tearing down the hallway and leaving him watching you in amusement.

You knew his name. Holy fuck. He wouldn't have thought you'd known who he was. And you'd been so kind and sweet, despite your literal run in having been half his fault. He never thought you'd so much as give him the time of day. But you had. And that was something he didn't plan on forgetting anytime soon.

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When lunch time came around, you were starving. Your plan was to buy lunch since you had neglected to make it, but once you'd gotten your tray of food - if it could even really be called that - and were ready to pay, you realized you didn't have any money on. Fantastic.

You looked around as if something was just going to magically solve your problem. But somehow…it did. Eddie Munson was at your side and holding out money to the annoyed looking lunch lady. Too stunned to speak, you trailed after him as he walked away. He caught sight of your big, wide doe eyes and chuckled lightly, "everything alright?"

"You didn't have to do that," you stammered nervously, feeling warm under his scrutinizing gaze, "to pay for my lunch. I could have left it."

"I wanted to," he insisted softly, "besides, you said you've been having a rough day and I figured you could use something nice today."

"That's so kind of you," you worried your bottom lip between your teeth, "thank you, Eddie."

"See you around angel," he shot you a wink before almost skipping over to his table where his friends had been watching everything eagerly. You smiled down at your tray before making your way to your own table.

Your best friend had seen everything, and her face was pulled into a huge smile, "I didn't realize you had a crush on Eddie Munson."

"I don't!" It was a weak lie that wasn't fooling anyone.

"Of course you don't," she playfully teased, "you act like a lovesick puppy around everyone."

"Oh my god!"

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Over the next couple of weeks, it seemed like you ran into him with increasing frequency. It seemed like whenever there was an opportunity for him to be here, he would pop up. Like saying good morning, when he appeared at your locker when you knew his wasn’t anywhere near yours. You knew something was up, but you weren’t going to push the envelope. You liked Eddie, you really did, but you were hung up on some of his lifestyle choices. He wasn’t a bad person, you knew that, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to look past that. It was on you, not him, which made you feel somehow even worse.

Whatever was going on between the two of you would have to be it. You’d have to live with the fact that while you pined after him, Eddie Munson was never going to be yours. Even though you’d never admit it, that made your heart break.

“Heya,” his cheerful voice snapped out of your internal struggle - about him naturally - and you almost jumped out of your seat. He laughed softly before giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze and sitting next to you on the picnic table bench. He didn’t even know that you knew about this spot, but he was happy to have found you. Okay…made he’d casually followed. But that made him sound like a creep, which he totally wasn’t aiming to be, “don’t mean to scare you. Sorry!”

“‘s okay,” you promised through a small smile as you clutched at your rapidly beating heart. It wasn’t the shock so much as the nerves that made it race, “what’s up, Eds?”

The little nickname made his heart soar as his big brown eyes watched you in excitement. He drummed his fingers along the aging wood of the table, attempting to search for the right words. Eddie’s own heart was beating so quickly that he was surprised you couldn’t hear it and that it didn’t burst out of his chest, “listen - I was wondering if you’d…if you’d like to hang out sometime.”

“Hang out?” you parroted, attempting vainly to hide your shock. He nodded slightly, a pretty pastel pink flush rising up in his cheeks, “you want to hang out with me?”

“Yeah,” he breathed out nervously, running a hand through his messy waves, “like…a date. Maybe we could go to the movies and grab dinner?”

“Oh,” the soft expression on your face made his knees weak and he was glad that he was sitting. You paused for a moment before looking at the ground and studying your scuffed up converse and his boots, “umm, it’s really sweet of you to ask, Eddie. I never thought…you’re really nice and funny and I think you’re a wonderful person. Really.”

“But you don’t want to go out with me,” he finished for you, and your head snapped to look at him. He kept his face pointedly neutral as you remained silent, “and I’ve just ruined any chance we even had of being friends. I’m sorry - I just thought…maybe you liked me too.”

“Eddie…fuck, I do,” you confessed and his face turned to confusion, “really. But I think we’re very different people and it wouldn’t work out.”

“Why?” he kept like a child, looking at you with a small pout on his pretty face, “we could try.”

“I…listen, please don’t take this the wrong way, because like I said I really do like you and I do think you’re amazing,” you promised, “but I don’t…the alcohol and the drugs. It’s not…I don’t like either of them. I-I’ve had some bad experiences with them with people in my life and it’s something I’m not entirely comfortable with. But with that - I don’t care that it’s your thing, you know? I don’t think you’re a bad, or wicked person because you like those things. It’s just…not for me. And it wouldn’t be fair of me to ask you to never drink or smoke or whatever, ya know? So…maybe we can be friends though?”

Eddie stunned into silence, a feat that few people can claim to have accomplished, as you looked at him nervously. One of the first things he appreciated, and he wished more people were like this, was the upfront honesty. You’d chosen not to beat around the bush, which was probably the easier option. He nodded after a few moments of silence filled with only nervous heartbeats and anxious breaths, “yeah, we can be friends. I…I appreciate you being honest, though. Most people would have probably made up some lame excuse and just blown me off.”

“I wouldn’t do that to you,” you put your hand on his forearm and gave it a gentle squeeze, “you’re really nice and funny, and I like being around you. Hey - I’ve got something to ask you.”

“Shoot.”

“Is there any more room in Hellfire for another member?” The way his whole face lit up in excitement was a thing of beauty and you can’t help but marvel at him. His smile was beautiful, toothy and all dimples and lovely. He nodded eagerly, his roguish hair bouncing around, “I-I still have a lot to learn, but I’d really like to join. If that’s okay with you.”

“Absolutely,” he didn’t hesitate, his voice almost shaking with excitement, “yes. I can help teach you!”

“That sounds wonderful, Eddie. I’m really excited!”

“Me too, angel, me too.”

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The next couple of months were spent getting to know Eddie, the rest of the Hellfire club, and Dungeons and Dragons. You were pretty sure you’d never had this much fun before. The only issue - and nonissue at the same time - was your ever growing feelings for Eddie. It was hard not to fall for him; he was kind, funny, smart, and handsome on top of it all. You were pretty sure that you were not the only feeling that way either; you knew Eddie could feel it as well, but he never did anything to overstep any boundaries or make you uncomfortable. He was way too good for that.

But as was the natural order of things, it all had to come to a head at some point.

“Hey,” his hand was on top of yours, stopping you from grabbing anything further off the table in your effort to clean up after another Hellfire session. You felt your skin tingling from his touch, his fingertips rough and calloused but still so soft. You turned around to face him and saw the confused look on his face.

“Eds?” your voice was soft and he was almost positive it would be the death of him, “what’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” he almost choked out as you looked at him, “I was just…listen. I really like you, and I thought I was okay with being just friends, but I don’t think I could ever be just friends with you. Every day you do something that makes me…fall for you a little more. And I remember what you said and I think I…I have kind of a solution?”

“A solution?” you repeated, your eyes sparkling with amusement, “Eddie, I don’t want you to have to change anything or do anything different just because of me.”

“Well, when you really like someone, you’re willing to do things differently,” he shrugged as if it was no big deal, “I was thinking…if you’re willing that is, that maybe we could try, you know, going out. And in turn, I promise, I won’t drink or smoke around you. I mean like before or after, whatever. None of that around you at all.”

“Eddie…” the corners of your mouth were pulling up into a small smile as he returned your shy expression, “I…you’ve really thought about this, haven’t you?”

“I really like you, angel,” and oh. Those words were enough to make you weak, “and besides, I could probably use a break from that shit too.”

“I don’t want you to have to change who you are,” you repeated and he nodded in acknowledgment, “I…how about this? How about you can still do all that stuff, but just don’t expect me to?”

“I would never,” he insisted, his body humming in excitement, “but still - I won’t do it around you, and won’t expect you to. But does…that mean you’ll let me take you?”

“Yes,” you couldn’t stop yourself from leaning in and pressing a kiss to his cheek. His eyes widened in surprise, “I’d really like that, Eddie.”

“Really?” he still seemed surprised at the fact that not only did you actually like him, but you actually wanted to go out with him. You nodded and his smile stretched from ear to ear, “c-can I kiss you?”

“Yes, please.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x you #josephn quinn x reader

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chatmeetup8410 · 2 months

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mysticartsydaydream · 2 years

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Not calling it a full headcanon yet, but this thought is burning in my brain today. Should I turn this into a full fic? 👀

Imagine with me:

It’s Halloween night, your platform heels crunch the leaves underfoot. Red, your signature color, to compliment your carefully chosen costume for Harrington’s Halloween rager. Red Riding Hood.

Who very much looks for trouble with hungry wolves though fools everyone into thinking otherwise. That’s the fun.

You continue to walk, listening to the hooting owls and chirping crickets all around without paying mind to the wolf at your back, his deep brown eyes on that sinful red hood. You remove it to reveal your hair. Showtime.

“Good evening, Little Red.”

Eddie’s voice rumbles in his chest in the most seductive way, your knees nearly give out then and there, but no, you’ll play your role.

“And to you, Mister Wolf.”

You turn your face towards him, smiling so innocently, and Eddie licks his lips. He can’t stop himself; you look good enough to eat right there. But that’s not in the plan. Drawing it out, building the anticipation, that’s the real thrill of the kill. That coupled with the fact that you would never know exactly when he’d pounce is exactly what makes you so sweet.

He’d be patient; for you, his vice, he’d find the strength to exhibit some virtue. For now.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson headcanons #what do we think?#stranger things fic

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navnae · 1 year

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po·et·ic jus·tice - an outcome in which vice is punished and virtue rewarded usually in a manner peculiarly or ironically appropriate

@amoris-no-smut-allowed

For a lot of people they believed that all of their actions no matter if the meaning behind them were negative or positive deserved to be reflected in their lives with a similar effect. Steve definitely was one of those people that thought about things like that because he’s actually lived through it. When he was in his king Steve era every punch he deserved, it leveled with his terrible behavior and attitude. At the time that made so much sense until he changed for the better and he made it his duty to let his actions speak louder than words. It started with showing Nancy and Jonathan that he was genuinely sorry for all the trouble he caused then that led up to him protecting the kids with his entire life. After that he met his best friend Robin which would be his positive karma in his life and to him she was his light in this extremely dark world. They’ve been inseparable ever since the more he did good things, it went back into the universe saying “he’s actually a good person” well those words finally said to him after years of constant chains of punishment that Steve faced.

“Steve Harrington was actually, a good dude.” The words left Eddie’s mouth before he could even process what he was saying. He was so blinded by Steve standing right there in front of him and for once he looked… “scratch that” Eddie panicked in his own thoughts because he knew where his head was going, his heart. This entire journey he thought the universe was playing a big joke on him because after meeting the kids and guiding them through high school things actually started looking good for Eddie despite all the things that happened to him in his childhood. That’s why he said 86’ was his year so confidently because the way things were going it just made sense that everything should turn out good for him right? That changed when Chrissy died right in front of him without any warning or caution, his brain was fucked up in so many ways after that. Deep down he believe that all of this happened because he was a ‘sinner’ that’s what he was called for majority of his life. When he decided to start flagging that’s when his whole world changed, people he didn’t even know spat out the cruelest things to him and they wanted him to know that hell was waiting on him, that was destiny. Eddie wasn’t religious but the idea of going to hell because of who he like felt like freedom if it meant he could be himself, now that hell was making its way into Hawkins as we speak maybe that was his cue… to finally be free.

In the mixture of the group trying to help Eddie he figured the best thing that happened to him were them coming to him with open arms accepting everything about him. That was one of the positive effects, then when you added Steve into the picture that’s where things got a little complicated. That feeling he felt in his chest when he looked at Steve wasn’t new and that scared him. It didn’t go away when he saw how protective Steve was it only made him more attracted to him. Steve couldn’t explain what he felt even though Eddie had a more clear idea of what he was feeling, the only thing that Steve could describe was happiness. No one knew that it’s been so long since Steve had a guy his age in his life and this time he wanted to see where their friendship would go after all of this was over with. Both of them assumed that with their positives outweighing the negatives, it was deep within each other.

Their positives were running out though. Eddie, out of fear pushed Steve towards Nancy thinking that was the right thing to do. Steve following Eddie’s advice sent him back further than the progress that he developed overtime and he was trying to push himself to get back with her knowing that he fell out of love with her. Cut to Eddie’s intense jealousy, which the universe didn’t like. That was an emotion that was very frowned upon but Eddie couldn’t help that he was turning green as he watched Steve move in the direction that he pushed him in and now he was regretting it. Steve trying desperately to gather the broken pieces of the relationship he had with Nancy only made things worse, him spilling out his feelings to her and his dreams that had her in them tainted their relationship which he didn’t realize because in reality he wasn’t talking to her. Eddie knew that it would be impossible to even call Steve his and maybe that was the price he was paying, all the things that people told him growing up sounded true now. If he couldn’t escape the negatives in his life then he damn sure was going to find a way. The moment presented itself when the demobats stopped being distracted and now their focus was on Eddie. He lifted his shield like a fallen knights that was trying to prove something to anyone or anything that was watching, but all fallen knights are falling for a reason and his was being in love with someone he could never have. To get away from this harsh conclusion Eddie accepted his last moments because he thought his sexuality was such a big negative that the universe was telling him that he deserved nothing but punishment.

Steve felt guilt in his heart for many reasons and one of them was not confirming anything between him and Eddie. He was so busy trying to get back with Nancy that he didn’t realize that he couldn’t have both, if he was pushing for a relationship with Nancy then he couldn’t have Eddie. If he wanted to be with Eddie there was no way he could ever have Nancy. Now he spent his days helping Dustin cope with his trauma and this was one of the worst negatives in Steve’s life that he’s ever experienced. The universe was balancing everything all at once, Steve had to get use to the heartbreak he felt every time something bad happened, unlike a few years ago he would be alarmed by everything that’s happened to him. Now Steve was just waiting for his day to come…

That’s how poetic justice works.

p.s.

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jeeperso · 2 years

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D&D Quotes Without Context

Ravenloft edition, Har-Akir arc, part 3

"Well, off to go tomb raiding once more. Let's hope the traps weren't made by a sadist.” “Oh, Nyx. You sweet summer child.”

"The local monsters no better than to attack a Vistani caravan, but we'll be on our own.” “We can make a few examples. They’ll learn about us fast. Just remember to leave a survivor.”

"At least it isn't vorpal rabbits. Stupid idiot just had to use magic to crossbreed rabbits with wolves.” “And that's what hand held explosives are for.”

"Suffer not The Love Guru to live…"

"Fear not children, hope has arrived! Why? Because WE ARE HERE!”

GM: The ogres are now moving in slow motion. OOC: BGM All-Star at .05 speed.

GM: Actually wait not. You catch the guy int he knee. He starts screaming. Edmund: "Ill fix that! I'm a doctor!” Jonni: “Stop crying! We’re rescuing you!”

Poom shoots the non-groveling one with a ray made of clocks. Nyx: ”Ewww, Poom, did you have to rot the ogre? Couldn't you have done some other form of damage so it doesn't explode in a shower of guts when that damaged?” Edmund: ”Apparently Ogres become more juicy with age.... “ Poom: "Only if you store it wrong.”

Jonni stands in mid air. “Here! Let me show you a big … bang… kind of atta… fuck it, fireball!”

“I AM THE GODDES OF HELLFIRE AND MOLASSES! AND I BRING YOU THE GIFT… OF FIRE!”

Gorbash: “It's Ogres, My Great Uncle always said they're often too stupid to realize they're already dead.” Jonni: “They are. Torm the Almost Unbeatable was nearly killed when one kicked him after he cut its head off. That was a good solstice festival.”

“I’d say you can take a bite out of them, but Ogres taste like crap.” Poom: "You have to pickle them first.”

"Easy now... Let me look you over... I think. You have an arrow to the knee.”

Azathoth: "Giant rubies are never a good thing.”

OOC: Oh, shit, it’s Akio Ohtori! Don’t get in any cars with him!

OOC: Put some sand in there. Maybe a helmet made from a skull.

“I, sir, am a Paladin. It is my sworn duty to keep the innocent from harm.” “He is. Trust me. It’s almost gotten us killed.” “Please, all of our virtues or vices have nearly gotten us killed at some point.”

The circus tent that walks like a man's heavy iron tread echoes through the halls.

Edmund: ”Which... might be quite..... Deadly. Assassins are rather known for it. “ Jonni: “I mean, so am I.”

OOC: DREAM WARRIORS ASSEMBLE!

The streets are empty, the buildings are basically empty shells like the set of a stage play. “Is there still booze?”

As you look around, you hear singing in the distance, along with the dragging of something. “Yeah, yeah, creepy dream demon 101.”

"Mouth eyes, cute. I've seen worse in my own nightmares.”

The ruby is gone, in its place is a deck of cards. Gorbash slaps Eddie's hand instinctively.

Poom: "I'm not sure I dream any more so much as have 'enforced family time’."

"Are you guys still in town? What happened?” “Minor delay, unrelated cursed nightmare shit. Nothing you need worry about.” "Right yeah, I forgot you guys are addicted to the side quests. Alright carry on.” “Yeah having a functioning conscience can be inconvenient.”

Jonni: “I think I can see the curvature of time, guys.”

Jonni flies back and does her sexy Identify dance on the wagon.

"DOG! I HAVE BEEN IMPRISONED IN THIS ACCURSED BOTTLE FOR 500 YEARS, I VOWED TO SLAY THE FIRST LIVING BEINGS I SAW WHEN I EXITED AND THAT SHALL BE YOUuuuu…" He lowers his scimiter and looks at Jonni. Then at her bottle. Then he quickly bows.

"I am the duke of boiling rage, hurler of 10,000 curses, collector of 10,00 skulls, who has brought low everyone who has insulted me.” "Your haircut is very fancy!” "Thank you.”

SANDSTORM! OOC: I had that book.

OOC: No fair! I’m using Mon-Ra in Spelljammer! Their the unholy spawn of Mum-Ra and Mon-Starr.

Jonni: “Their last name is ‘Golzana?’ I could have been making fun of that this whole time?!?”

OOC: FUCK THAT! JONNI NEEDS HER EYES FOR LOOKING AT TITTIES!

OOC: Also, bold of you to assume Jonni’s cylindrical shaped vessel has been a bottle.

“Mistress, can I chop this ones hands off? He wont leave my flask alone.” "No. I need my hands. For Reasons!”

Jonni: “Efreet don’t get powers from bottles. They only get into them at all for weird sex stuff.”

#dungeons and dragons #dnd 5e #quotes without context #ravenloft #har-akir #sandman #special guest villain #the corininthian

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greenlikethesea · 2 years

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🤡😈🎶

don't think i won't send these right back atcha!!!!

fanfic ask game here :D

🤡 What’s a line, scene, or exchange you’ve written that made you laugh?

there are so many funny moments in fair ithilien and you crack me up constantly! i'm going to pick something from one of our works that was largely something i put in, with a great deal of help from you:

“So asking someone out at a funeral is tasteless, but fucking them isn’t? Explain that logic to me, Munson.” Because Steve is apparently just balls to the wall insane today, he boops Eddie on the nose with his pointer finger. Steve can’t even blame alcohol for his antics; he quit drinking on New Year's Day, the day before he asked Megan for a divorce. Alcohol being one of the many problems he had been trying to avoid for far too long, and was done running from.

“Lending a helping hand in troubled times, if you know what I mean,” Eddie says, accepting the boop with just a quick surprised blink and scrunching his nose, and God, it’s cute, he’s cute all over. He’s so cute that it takes Steve a second to register the bad pun, and Eddie is laughing loud and clear when Steve smacks him in the arm with a dull butterknife.

“This is a public restaurant,” Erica says, loudly from two tables over, her fiance looking halfway between bewildered and delighted. Welcome to the family, Steve thinks, as Eddie gleefully flips her off. She makes a phone with her hand, followed by a stage whisper of Call me later? Eddie nods and winks at her before turning his full attention back to Steve.

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

I think you're right in that we are mostly playfully mean to each other (our notes to each other in the Google Docs are hilarious and out of control) but the entirety of the first part of shallow pools was the most exquisite torture, because we knew what was going to happen and the readers did not. hahahahaaaaaa.

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

i often do listen to music! i am the special type of neurospicy that converts music into distracting noise, so i tend to loop the same song over and over again to get my brain into hyperfocus mode. my writing soundtrack lately has been metric's live it out album, which is an incredibly eddie munson album; my driving music has been between 1&2 and vices & virtues.

#asks

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Top 5 of your favorite songs rn?

I Don't Give a F**k About It - Dampstate

Could Have Been Me - Strumbellas (a very eddie song)

Popular Monster - Falling in Reverse (and really any FiR song, I have rediscovered them. My 16 year old heart is full)

Wish You the Worst - Ryan Mack

I Write Sins Not Tradedies - P!atD (this will always and forever be on any favorites list. I can't pick from Vices and Virtues, but know that entire album will always come first.)

#ask meme

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Reading the last few paragraphs of Vice and Virtue (the klaroline proposal in the pouring rain— as well as the aftermath) while listening to “perfect” by Ed Sheehan is just the highlight of my evenings:)

I hope you write more Klaroline regency fanfics in the future,, you have a lottttt of TALent XD

Nonnie 🥺 You remind me so much of my friend @diaz-eddie 🤧❤️

That's so sweet ✨ Thank you so much! I can't say that I will write more regency, because it's very specific. I'm not super intimate with the genre and I incorporated a lot of what I know from the little I've watched/read (Bridgeron cough cough 🤧), so I don't know if I'll ever have a different idea for a regency story. But it's always nice to know you enjoyed that one. 🥺 As somone who's not a native speaker and considering the very little knowledge I have of the regency period, this is truly the nicest thing. ❤️

#yokan answers #anon #nice people being nice #kait is this you #✨ ed sheeran ✨

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sixbillicnsouls · 2 years

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BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: dominique ash munson NICKNAME(S): domino, dommy TITLE: miss OCCUPATION: student AGE: 17 years old DATE OF BIRTH: december 22nd NATIONALITY: american ORIENTATION: tbd. PRONOUNS: she/her RELIGION: not religious SPECIES: human

PHYSICAL INFORMATION

FACE CLAIM: ella p.urnell HEIGHT: five feet four inches WEIGHT: 117 lbs. EYE COLOUR: dark brown (fc divergent) HAIR COLOUR + STYLE: dirty blonde/light brunette + soft waves to her shoulders DOMINANT HAND: right handed. DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: her big doe eyes ACCENT + INTENSITY: american, here’s examples. TATTOO(S): none yet. SCAR(S): none. PIERCING(S): ears (firsts), body (navel) GLASSES: none.

PERSONALITY INFORMATION

ENNEA TYPE: the individualist, type 4 MORAL ALIGNMENT: chaotic good TEMPERAMENT: sanguine. ANGER she’s short tempered but she’ll just raise her voice. APPROACHABILITY: very approachable, she’s sweet. INTELLIGENCE TYPE: musical. NEURODIVERGENCE(S) anxiety

BACKGROUND INFORMATION

HOMETOWN: ha.wkins, indiana CURRENT RESIDENCE: hawk.ins, indiana

LANGUAGE(S): english SOCIAL CLASS: working class. BASIC EDUCATION: high school senior COLLEGE EDUCATION: n/a DEGREE(S): n/a

PARENT #1 eddie m.unson (father ; @thefearedsouls ) PARENT #2 chrissy c.unningham (mother ; @isdeathlystill ) SIBLING(S) tbd, probably an only child CHILD(REN) none. PET(S) tbd. ADOPTED? no.

VICES + HABITS

SMOKES? pot sometimes at parties. DRINKS? only at parties, maybe. DRUGS? no. VIOLENT? not really no. ADDICTION(S) none. SELF-DESTRUCTIVE? sometimes. HABIT(S) being loud, gum chewing. HOBBIES: cheerleading, dungeons and dragons, music LIKES: star wars, cheer, fantasy novels, rock n’ roll music/punk music, spicy food DISLIKES: her maternal grandmother, scary movies (listen her parents life was scary enough), super sweet foods NERVOUS TIC(S) pacing, spacing out

MISCELLANEOUS INFORMATION

HOUSE: hufflepuff. ZODIAC: capricorn VICE: lust. VIRTUE: humility. ELEMENT: air.

#( headcanons ‣ domino )

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Linnet Beau Blue / Euterpe of Hesiod

Archetype — The Creator Birthday — June 13, 2004 Zodiac Sign — Gemini MBTI — ENFP Enneagram — 4 Temperament — Sanguine Moral Alignment — Chaotic good Primary Vice — Anger Primary Virtue — Hope Element — Air

Overview:

Mother — Tiffany Blue, location unknown Father — Beau Blue, location unknown Mother’s Occupation — dyeing-talent Father’s Occupation — maker-talent (tinker) Family Finances — Had none, due to being a pixie Birth Order — Oldest child Brothers — none Sisters — Younger sister, Sapphire. Other Close Family — Cousins Best Friend — Paul Other Friends — Cadence, Ariette, Cleff; outside the holler she belonged to the so called 'Creature Coven,' consisting of Samira, Delilah, Ridge, and Austin. Enemies — Corporations, Governments, Shitty People Pets — none Home Life During Childhood — In the holler, Linnet lived a free life, dedicated to her talent. She had a loose structure and could explore and play, with minimal discipline. After, she was subjected to shifting parental styles and home structures, ranging from extremely conservative to gentle and loving, and everything in between. Town or City Name(s) — Sugar Mountain (near Boone, NC, based on the real Sugar Mountain but entirely fictional don't come for me); High Point, NC; Charlotte, NC. What Did His or Her Bedroom Look Like — changed from place to place. At her happiest with Jess and Jo, she was able to have her own room and she'd put up collages of pictures and magazine cut outs. She'd hang up paintings she made, put up lights, and slept on a japanese style futon because it felt more like her home in the holler. Any Sports or Clubs — Church choir (against her will); Theatre club Favorite Toy or Game —

Schooling — Always a little behind in school, but excelled in the arts and in English class. Completed through high school Favorite Subject — Theatre Popular or Loner — Uh, mix? Popular in her crowd. Important Experiences or Events — Meeting Paul, losing Paul, Sapphire being born, her father leaving to fight the power company, losing her holler, losing her family, meeting Drew and Mama Eddie, meeting the Creature Coven, getting diagnosed with SAD, going to her performance arts high school Nationality — American Pixie Religion and beliefs — Believes in the seasons and the cycle of life. She sees a lot of good in Christianity and often thinks God and the Seasons are interchangeable and so sometimes she does pray to God/Jesus.

Physical Appearance

Face Claim — Rachel Zegler Complexion — Brown Hair Colour — Dark brown Eye Colour — Dark brown Height — 5’0 (or as she says-- five foot sweet on her two bare feet) Build — Petite Tattoos — none Piercings — Earlobes Common Hairstyle — almost always worn down and kind of frizzy and crazy. Clothing Style — She makes a lot of her own clothes and has a real love for old, vintage things. Loves comfy, old denim and long skirts and showing her midriff. She prefers to be bare foot if the weather allows. Mannerisms — playing with her hair, humming under her breath, singing randomly without even realizing she's doing it

Health

Overall (do they get sick easily)? — Not more than anyone else! Physical Ailments — None Neurological Conditions — She has seasonal affective disorder, which means that in the fall through the winter she suffers from fatigue and depression. These days she knows how to help herself usually with light therapy. Allergies — None. Opposite actually-- she's immune to a lot of poison ivys and nettles due to her upbringing. Grooming Habits — Honestly she's not too fussed about things like that. She'll spend plenty of time before performances or big events but she's not out here washing her face every day. Sleeping Habits — she can have difficulty sleeping if her mind's going and she's got the muse, baby. She tries to get to bed before midnight and wake up before ten. That's a good day. Eating Habits — When she's happy, very good. She's had her dietary restrictions disrespected in the past though, so she can really struggle when coming to a new place. She has got a love of cooking and going out to pick her own food if she can. Exercise Habits — Flying, running, hiking, climbing. Doesn't like the gym, but she'd probably love getting active with friends. Sociability — naturally friendly and curious about others. She likes to make new friends, but she can also come on strong sometimes. Addictions — none Drug Use — smokes pot sometimes, usually in a social setting Alcohol Use — drinks for sure, prefers fairy moonshine over everything.

Your Character’s Character:

Bad Habits — She can be too proud and stubborn, too quick to anger, prone to bragging/exaggeration sometimes, guarded with her true self, impatient, and vengeful Good Habits — Usually apologizes when she realizes she's wrong, extremely loving, friendly and confident in herself, polite and respectful to teachers...normally, Worst Memory — getting Sapphire taken out of her arms. There are several others that are up to bat for this tho lol but that's probably the true first trauma Best Memory — [redacted] Proud of — her talent, her heritage, her accent...herself. lol. Embarrassed by — Again, ashamed that she lost Sapphire Driving Style — no license! Actually scared to drive. HATES highways. Fears — Explosions, driving, guns, fire... never finding her family Regrets — how many times can i say it. losing her family, especially sapphire. Also, not helping Paul enough. Not helping her holler enough. Letting Maw take her out of the holler. Feels Vulnerable When — she's falling for someone/she's happy writing that was so sad Pet Peeves — cracking your knuckles, people who use their phones at the movies or during plays, people talking during movies/plays Sexuality — pansexual Exercise Routine — doesn't really have one tbh Day or Night Person — call her an afternoon to sunset person lol Introvert or Extrovert — extrovert Optimist or Pessimist — optimist

#about #this is the first time i ever did this one wahoo

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nagitoedit · 8 months

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me like yayayay i finally figured out how to use local files on spotify again ! (downloads electric avenue eddie grant then the bonus tracks from vices and virtues)

#mypost

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the-uncanny-valley-girl · 1 year

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•._.••´¯`•.¸¸.• (muse profile)

(ɴᴏᴛᴇ: ꜱᴜʙᴊᴇᴄᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴅᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏʀ ꜱᴜʙᴛʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴀꜱ ᴍᴜɴ ꜱᴇᴇꜱ ꜰɪᴛ)

Full Name: Marilyn L. Munster

Age: 19

Hometown: A small village in Transylvania

Current Location: Mockingbird Heights, California

Ethnicity: Romanian

Nationality: Transylvanian-American

Gender: Female

Orientation: Heterosexual

Occupation: Student

Living Arrangements: Living with family until she can save up for her own apartment with a friend.

Language(s) Spoken: English; remembers only a little Romanian because she has less and less time to study with school, and sadly it's just faded over time in her mainly English-speaking household and community.

Face Claim: Beverley Owen, Pat Priest, Charity Wakefield, Kathryn Newton

Hair Colour: Golden blonde

Eye Colour: Deep blue

Build: Slender, fit, around 5'5

Clothing Style: She enjoys trends and has the kind of beauty that allows her to easily experiment with different styles. Ultimately she favors timeless vintage (A-line dresses, mid-length skirts, button down blouses, loafers and pumps) with a general preppy look, as well as a love for bright colors and classic patterns like florals, plaid, and houndstooth.

Distinguishing Characteristics: The entire joke is that Marilyn is the epitome of classic American beauty with perfect features so she CAN'T really stand out, except for being exceptionally pretty. It's really more her contrast between herself and her family that makes her distinctive. But I think her monster side comes out a little bit in how her beauty captivates people so easily, like a siren or succubus.

Goals/Desires: Graduate college, find her true love and have a family of her own.

Fears: Being alone

Hobbies: Sculpting, dating, cooking, reading magazines, parties.

Major: General studies, as she can't decide what she wants to do with life, but has learned she really has a knack for different art mediums and art history.

Colour: All yellows, bright pink, sky blue

Music: Baroque pop, 1960s rock, classic pop

Beverage: Coffee and lemonade

Food: Aunt Lily's ladyfinger cookies

Father: Unknown, but adopted by Herman Munster

Mother: Unknown Dracula sister, but adopted by Lily Munster

Sibling(s): Younger cousin Eddie, who is more like her brother

Pet(s): Kitty

Financial Status: Working class, sometimes struggle to make ends meet so Lily or Grandpa will take on odd jobs.

MBTI: ISFJ

Enneagram: 2w3

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff

Primary Vice: Stubbornness

Primary Virtue: Kindness

Other: I headcanon Marilyn as being autistic so my muse is too. I also like the idea that she's a Hyde on her father's side, though I'm undecided if that's the case as well for my muse.

#marilyn munster #muse rp #new muse #my muse #the munsters rp #marilyn munster rp #the munsters #✶ — › the ugly duckling ↳𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕

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