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Ed being trans and yet taller AND hairier than Billy gives me serotonin

TIDBITS HEADCANON PROMPT - For multimuse blogs, please specify muse.

How does your muse relax?

Is your muse a good kisser?

Describe your muse’s ideal holiday.

What does your muse wear to sleep?

What does your muse normally wear?

What is your muse’s earliest memory?

Describe how your muse greets others.

Describe what education your muse has.

What plans does your muse have for the future?

What physical trait is emphasized on your muse?

Is your muse good or bad at learning new things? 

What type of music does your muse enjoy listening to?

Would the muse get along with the mun? Why/why not?

What type of music does your muse not enjoy listening to?

What would your muse describe as ‘comfortable clothing’?

Does your muse enjoy snacking? What do they snack on?

Does your muse pour milk before cereal or cereal before milk?

Does your muse prefer to be in the company of others, or alone?

How does your muse sit? Do they take up space, or keep to themselves?

Describe your muse’s nighttime/whenever they get ready for sleep routine.

If your muse were to go on vacation, what would be the first thing they packed?

Is your muse a breakfast person? If yes, what do they normally eat for breakfast?

What is your muse’s ideal environment (e.g. big city, forest, mountains, desert, e.t.c.)?

If social media existed in your muse’s universe, would they be on it? Which plattform/s?

What is your muse’s opinion on gossip? Do they ever gossip, encourage it, discourage it?

What is the first thing your muse does in the mornings? Bonus: Describe their morning routine.

Does your muse pour milk/sugar in warm beverages (e.g. coffee/tea/e.t.c.), or prefer them plain?

❛  all your worst nightmares are about to come true.  ❜

Eddie only just barely manages to pry his eyes open against the Upside-down’s latest crack of lightning. It.. doesn’t make sense. The others are gone. He should be gone, too- gone with the bats, gone with Chrissy. He is dully aware of the gut-deep pain radiating from his sides as he gradually fades back into consciousness- and his lip curls when his eyes fall upon the beast who’s been on his heels for days now. The mask of the Red Death is as cruel as it is ugly.

“The fuck are you waiting for?” Eddie hisses weakly. “Just get it over with already. Kill me.”

possessyou​:

“Pick a fair fight if you’re gonna pull bullshit like this you fuckin’ cowards, gotta get the whole gang together for one man?  It’s pussy shit!” Contrary to the shit he just talked, Billy doesn’t let them get a punch in– Dean doesn’t even get both feet on the ground over the other side of the car before Billy is swinging.  He catches him square in the jaw and sends him spiraling left, cradling the offended side of his face.  

One of them is coming up across the back of the Camaro when his boots collide with deanie-boy’s ribs.  “Gotta gang up because you’re too pussy to handle one shitbean by himself, much less me.  Get the fuck out of here.”  He pushes Dean away with his foot and turns just in time for one of them to get a good right hook in.  

–It doesn’t do them a lick of good.  He takes the punch with barely so much as a stumble and rears back.   The sound of Billy beating their multiple asses goes on for ten minutes.  By the end, his knuckles are bruised and busted and he has some scuffs.  Nothing too bad.  Nothing worse than he’s gotten before. 

They climb in their van and retreat with a useless ‘this ain’t over hargrove’ but Billy thinks– yeah, it is.  He turns around, splits blood at the concrete.  He stoops at the waist and picks up the discarded black bandana.  He folds it up, handing it back to it’s rightful owner without looking at him.  “– Don’t go waving that shit around all the time.  You’re making yourself a fucking target.” 

Eddie’s moved to sit against the side of Billy’s car by the time the fight is done, stoppering his blood-faucet with the collar of his shirt, acutely aware of the fact that we won’t ever be able to listen to Back in Black again without remembering Billy Hargrove and his fists of fury.

He doesn’t know if that's a good thing. He can hardly look at Billy as he hands over his flag without feeling a degree of heat creeping up his throat and jaw. Teeth bloody, eyes wild, shirt open to reveal a chest reflecting sweat in the headlights as it clings to his skin. He’s a beautiful thing of terror. Suddenly, Eddie understands why the Greeks worshipped Ares so.

“Thanks for the tip.” Eddie crumples the bandana into his fist in shame as he forces himself to look away from his guardian angel. So he knows. Eddie feels exposed, humiliation burning like an igneous ball in his chest. Hope burns there, too- terrible, impotent hope, as delusional as it is futile. Those goons knew what the flag meant, too, and he doubts any of them are gay despite what he implied. Eddie glances at Billy’s still-clenched fists. They drip with fresh blood. “I got some vodka in the back if you need to clean up.” and gestures to his nearby Van with a tilt of his head.

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CHRISSY’S 18TH BIRTHDAY BASH! He stares at the invitation like it were written in alien letters. Its very sweet of her. No- its downright GENEROUS. But instead of excitement, Eddie’s response to those four little words is a tight lump in his throat. He tries not to let it show. He doesn’t want to hurt her feelings.

“Yeaah... somehow, Chris, I sorta doubt  that your friends would be very happy to see a weed dealing Satanist at your birthday party.”

@possessyou​​ / cont.

He recognizes the car before he recognizes the voice- but at first, he doesn’t believe it. Why would Billy Hargrove be stepping in to save him from the hounds of hell? (No. Not hell. They’re not cool enough for that). Eddie scrambles back on his elbows when the car gets a little TOO close for comfort. The pavement rubs the skin raw. Stones cut into his flesh. Eddie is too busy gaping in awe at his unexpected savior to notice. He still can’t understand it. Or maybe it’s the head trauma.

“He’s fucking insane!” It sounds like Gerry, who had skedaddled out of the car’s path so hard he landed on his ass on the other side. Dean Thompson slams both fists into the hood of the Camero and jabs a furious finger in the air at Billy.  “Back off, Hargrove. This is our pick, not yours!”

Patrick hauls Gerry back to his feet with one great heave, and they share a look. Gerry nods. Patrick nudges Dean and nods toward Hargrove. They think that now that he’s out of the car, he’s outnumbered.

Dean plants both hands on the hood and vaults over it- hes coming right for Billy.

❛  i don’t mean to be rude, but this is not as easy as it looks.  ❜

“What? all the- the kicking, the flipping, the GO TEAM! We deliver, eat their livers!” He throws his hands above his head, shakes his loosely-closed fists in a cheerleader pantomime. Its like you can HEAR the pom-poms. “that’s DIFFICULT?”  Oh, but Chrissy- he kids! Kind of. Eddie laughs as he slinks back to prop against a nearby tree. “Sure. I get’chya.”

pls know if you allude to Eddie and @possessyou ‘s relationship IC during a thread I will kiss you on the fuckinf mouf

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“ — Okay.”   Yeah, he’s definitely feeling it now.  His head is hanging off of Eddie’s mattress, the blood rushing.  It leaves him a little lightheaded, but it isn’t the only thing making his blood rush.  Eddie’s legs are all tangled up in his and they’re nearly done with their second blunt.  

They probably should have slowed it down. 

“Truth or dare.”  

"—mmmm," Eddie uses two fingers to drum along with the music as he thinks. He WANTS to say dare. In his fantasies, dare ends with them a little closer than this- their faces, at least- and they're so high that they don't care what happens after. The word dances at the tip of his tongue with such  potent  desire that he feels it in his chest, in his fingers-

But two blunts in he's still afraid.

"truth." He finally says. Mentally, he's kicking himself.

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@possessyou

Eddie Munson doesn't get bullied.

Not anymore, anyway. Not since he moved to Hawkins. He arrived in this small town a big-city kid with big-city britches- nobody could try anything he hadn't lived through before, and it quickly became known that that Munson kid? Is fucking weird. Push him, and he'll tell you to do it harder. Call him names, and he won't just embrace them, he'll come to school the next day with a brand new button pinned to his chest with pride. Once somebody grabbed him and Eddie's eyes rolled back into his head like he were possessed, convulsing, and speaking in tongues.

So he doesn't get bullied.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't get his ass beat every now and again- it just means its harder for him to predict.

Gerry Vance, Patrick Hayes, and Dean Thompson were waiting for him after the conclusion of this weeks Hellfire meeting. Eddie was alone. He's almost alone after a session ends unless one of the guys want to hitch a ride, or smoke- today, nobody did. He wrote the session notes alone, he cleaned up alone, he left alone. He didn't realize he wasn't alone until he got in the empty parking lot and saw another car parked conspicuously close to his. Eddie stops. A Jeep Cherokee. Who the fuck does he know who owns a Jeep Cherokee?

He shouldn't have stopped.

"Where do you think you're going, faggot?" Eddie's stomach lurches as hands snatch the handle of backpack and yank it back with enough force to rip the zipper open. Eddie lets them take it. He drops his shoulder out of the strap and tears forward in a blind panic. He feels his manuals hit the back of his scrambling legs, hears them slap the ground. Somewhere, his dice-cup bursts open, sending a torrent of dice clattering across the ground in a chorus of clicks and clatters. It's no use. As soon as he's freed from his bag, Patrick snatches him by his hair.

"Can't slip out of that, can you? Huh Cuntson?" He reaches down and snatches the bandana from his back pocket, raising it where Eddie can see. Dean is still holding his bag, and Gerry gigglesnorts as he watches Eddie wince and bend to Patrick's every desire. "What's this?"

Eddie feigns ignorance. "My hankie? Gross, dude- I blow my nose into that thing." Gerry isn't laughing as he gives Eddie a good sock in the stomach. He would double over if Patrick didn't have a good handle on his hair, Instead, all he can do is jerk and cry out, stomping his foot as the pain crescendos and wanes. "motherfucker-" Patrick tightens his grip on Eddies hair, forcing him to look at the bandana again. "Feels pretty clean to me. Now I'm gonna ask you again. What is this?" Eddie grits his teeth into a false smile. "Why? You been hitting the clubs, Patty?"

Eddie hits the floor like a sack of meat. He has only just begun to scramble onto his hands and knees when the first boot finds him. Then suddenly, there's three. "Shut the fuck up!" There's six. "Freak!" There's twelve. "Fucking cocksucking freak!" There's a hundred and they hit everywhere, they kick everything. They hit his guts, his nose, his legs, his arms- blood spouts into a steady stream when somebody catches his lip and kicks him in the teeth. They kick him in the nose, and it becomes a faucet. Their voices have long distorted and blurred into the panic and the pain his body sings with. He doesn't hear what they're saying anymore, he only feels their intent. There is a pack of dogs around him and they're all barking with hatred, with disgust, with malice and spite and- He sees a blinding light.

suddenly, one of them stops kicking.

Is that a car?

🐝  *  ―  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒  𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒.   (  all  of  these  are  taken  from  the  movie  ‘the  princess  bride’  released  in  1987.  feel  free  to  adjust  to  better  fit  your  muses.  )

❛  your vote of confidence is overwhelming.  ❜ ❛  are you trying to trick me ?  ❜ ❛  what if something happens to you ?  ❜ ❛  i will never love again.  ❜ ❛  am i going mad, or did the word ‘think’ escape your lips ?  ❜ ❛  you are sure nobody’s following us ?  ❜ ❛  out of curiosity, why do you ask ?  ❜ ❛  i suppose you think you’re brave, don’t you ?  ❜ ❛  i do not accept excuses.  ❜ ❛  did i make it clear that your job is at stake ?  ❜ ❛  i do not think it means what you think it means.  ❜ ❛  i don’t mean to be rude, but this is not as easy as it looks.  ❜ ❛  i’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t distract me.  ❜ ❛  you are better than i am.  ❜ ❛  please understand, i hold you in the highest respect.  ❜ ❛  i just want you to feel you are doing well.  ❜ ❛  we must all be ready for whatever lies ahead.  ❜ ❛  could this be a trap ?  ❜ ❛  if there can be no arrangement, then we are at an impasse.  ❜ ❛  i could have sworn i saw something.  ❜ ❛  you only think i guessed wrong.  ❜ ❛  i was giving you a chance.  ❜ ❛  you think your dearest love will save you ?  ❜ ❛  what can i do or you ?  ❜ ❛  nothing you can say will upset me.  ❜ ❛  you can die too, for all i care !  ❜ ❛  i told you i would always come for you.  ❜ ❛  why didn’t you wait for me ?  ❜ ❛  death cannot stop true love. all it can do is delay it for a while.  ❜ ❛  is everything clear to you ?  ❜ ❛  you mean you wish to surrender to me ?  ❜ ❛  don’t make yourself a fool.  ❜ ❛  we can live there quite happily for some time so whenever you feel like dying, feel free to visit.  ❜ ❛  i thought you were dead once, and it almost destroyed me. i could not bear it if you died again, not when i could save you.  ❜ ❛  who says life is fair ?  ❜ ❛  life isn’t always fair.  ❜ ❛  i’m telling you, you’re messing up the story !  ❜ ❛  i’m sure you’ve discovered my deep and abiding interest in pain.  ❜ ❛  this is where i am, and this is where i’ll stay.  ❜ ❛  you don’t look so good.  ❜ ❛  i just hope it’s enough to buy a miracle, that’s all.  ❜ ❛  there’s a big diference between mostly dead and all dead.  ❜ ❛  all your worst nightmares are about to come true.  ❜ ❛  have you been chasing me your whole life only to fail now ?  ❜ ❛  i think that’s the worst thing i’ve ever heard.  ❜ ❛  you’ve got an overdeveloped sense of vengeance. it’s going to get you in trouble someday.  ❜ ❛  what hideous sin have you committed lately ?  ❜ ❛  if you didn’t say it, you didn’t do it.  ❜ ❛  i have been in the revenge business so long, now that it’s over i don’t know what to do with the rest of my life.  ❜

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–-𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔦𝔢 / 𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔳𝔢 / 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫-𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔳𝔶 𝔈𝔡𝔡𝔦𝔢 𝔐𝔲𝔫𝔰𝔬𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔖𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯 𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰

but after all the sorrow we'll be riding high! and the truth of the matter is, I never let you go, let you go.

CARRD.