eddie munson.
@mxsterofstrings.bsky.social
━─┈ ⠀⠀ ❝if my fear is tomorrow, your memory's the fight in my veins, @lacedupmetal.bsky.social . . .❞ (parody) — #corneliastreet. || rp - tw.
Pinned
༄ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 🎸
eddie munson
leader of the hellfire club. freak. #strangerthings. walking the threads of #corneliastreet. banter and other interactions welcome.
♡+ ↺
eddie munson
leader of the hellfire club. freak. #strangerthings. walking the threads of #corneliastreet. banter and other interactions welcome.
♡+ ↺
Reposted by eddie munson.
January 5, 2026 at 5:31 AM
Reposted by eddie munson.
i'll say it like emergency exit， like dismemberment. yes， i love the girl. i love her like glowing in the dark. i love her like animal.
January 5, 2026 at 4:45 AM
i'll say it like emergency exit， like dismemberment. yes， i love the girl. i love her like glowing in the dark. i love her like animal.
Reposted by eddie munson.
just like your dad， you'll never change.
January 4, 2026 at 10:46 PM
just like your dad， you'll never change.
Reposted by eddie munson.
'you came.' ᛤ 'you called.'
January 3, 2026 at 4:45 PM
'you came.' ᛤ 'you called.'
Reposted by eddie munson.
your bones are only painted gold. that's why it rots beneath your soul. you're not as brave as you may seem.
January 3, 2026 at 4:45 AM
your bones are only painted gold. that's why it rots beneath your soul. you're not as brave as you may seem.
Reposted by eddie munson.
so why do i still feel so goddamn inferior?
January 2, 2026 at 10:46 PM
so why do i still feel so goddamn inferior?
January 2, 2026 at 10:04 PM
Reposted by eddie munson.
i abandoned the past to become what i am now.
January 1, 2026 at 7:45 PM
i abandoned the past to become what i am now.
Reposted by eddie munson.
༄ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 🎲
gareth emerson
the drummer. #strangerthings. walking the threads of #corneliastreet. banter and other interactions welcome.
♡+ ↺
gareth emerson
the drummer. #strangerthings. walking the threads of #corneliastreet. banter and other interactions welcome.
♡+ ↺
December 30, 2025 at 5:53 AM
༄ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 🎲
gareth emerson
the drummer. #strangerthings. walking the threads of #corneliastreet. banter and other interactions welcome.
♡+ ↺
gareth emerson
the drummer. #strangerthings. walking the threads of #corneliastreet. banter and other interactions welcome.
♡+ ↺
HELLFIREHEARTS
SEASON 2
trying to come to terms with his vampirism, eddie begins to fall deeper into the clutches of the upside down.
all the while, the group is unaware that a greater threat is lurking on the horizon . . .
SEASON 2
trying to come to terms with his vampirism, eddie begins to fall deeper into the clutches of the upside down.
all the while, the group is unaware that a greater threat is lurking on the horizon . . .
December 30, 2025 at 5:27 AM
HELLFIREHEARTS
SEASON 2
trying to come to terms with his vampirism, eddie begins to fall deeper into the clutches of the upside down.
all the while, the group is unaware that a greater threat is lurking on the horizon . . .
SEASON 2
trying to come to terms with his vampirism, eddie begins to fall deeper into the clutches of the upside down.
all the while, the group is unaware that a greater threat is lurking on the horizon . . .
Reposted by eddie munson.
you， my love， are all over my blood.
December 27, 2025 at 1:45 AM
you， my love， are all over my blood.
|| greetings hello
⠀
⠀* ooc . fingers and toes are literally crossed please tell me there's an active community on the internet somewhere 😭
desperately avoiding going back to the hell site that is twt and struggling so hard to adapt to instarp. i miss writing my bb so much <//3
⠀
⠀* ooc . fingers and toes are literally crossed please tell me there's an active community on the internet somewhere 😭
desperately avoiding going back to the hell site that is twt and struggling so hard to adapt to instarp. i miss writing my bb so much <//3
⠀
December 27, 2025 at 1:28 AM
|| greetings hello
Reposted by eddie munson.
.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀temp. pinned .
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀byers; jonathan . '67 sept. eldest son
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀of joyce byers. brother of william byers.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀returning portrayal. independent .
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀more below .
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀impaled by # SHRIKE .
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀temp. pinned .
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀byers; jonathan . '67 sept. eldest son
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀of joyce byers. brother of william byers.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀returning portrayal. independent .
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀more below .
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀impaled by # SHRIKE .
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
.
December 26, 2025 at 10:07 PM
.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀temp. pinned .
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀byers; jonathan . '67 sept. eldest son
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀of joyce byers. brother of william byers.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀returning portrayal. independent .
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀more below .
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀impaled by # SHRIKE .
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀temp. pinned .
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀byers; jonathan . '67 sept. eldest son
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀of joyce byers. brother of william byers.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀returning portrayal. independent .
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀more below .
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀impaled by # SHRIKE .
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
.
"oh." eddie deflates somewhat, glancing to the window in the kitchen. the sun is barely up, its warmth finally spreading into the kitchen, and all he wants is to go outside and bask in it, but he also knows he can't just abandon demona to her thoughts. she wouldn't do it to him.
"what if . . .+
"what if . . .+
Her head shakes, tangled waves bouncing slightly as she grabs one more honey comb -- this time spinning it in her fingers rather than eating it.
"The truth? I don't like sleeping alone anymore." Her eyes are locked on the cereal rather than him. "My nightmares are starting up again, and +
"The truth? I don't like sleeping alone anymore." Her eyes are locked on the cereal rather than him. "My nightmares are starting up again, and +
he's already tearing into the box when demona speaks, and then he pauses, looking down at the blonde. he knows that she means well by what she's said, but he opts to ignore it completely, instead gently nudging her shoulder with his own.
"why are you awake, d? go back to bed."
"why are you awake, d? go back to bed."
December 22, 2025 at 6:48 AM
"oh." eddie deflates somewhat, glancing to the window in the kitchen. the sun is barely up, its warmth finally spreading into the kitchen, and all he wants is to go outside and bask in it, but he also knows he can't just abandon demona to her thoughts. she wouldn't do it to him.
"what if . . .+
"what if . . .+
he's already tearing into the box when demona speaks, and then he pauses, looking down at the blonde. he knows that she means well by what she's said, but he opts to ignore it completely, instead gently nudging her shoulder with his own.
"why are you awake, d? go back to bed."
"why are you awake, d? go back to bed."
Suddenly, a hundred questions are flying by Demona's mind, but she doesn't have the energy to focus on them. She could always ask him later -- when she was more awake, for example.
Watching him as he sat back next to her, she slips her foot behind his leg and between his own feet, curling +
Watching him as he sat back next to her, she slips her foot behind his leg and between his own feet, curling +
"huh? no, why?" as if that is such a normal thing, he flips several pages back in the notebook to the drawing from before, and though there is nothing big added, it is clearly finished, with a little more shading and detail . . . and a small shadow of eddie as a vampire in the bottom corner.
December 22, 2025 at 6:21 AM
he's already tearing into the box when demona speaks, and then he pauses, looking down at the blonde. he knows that she means well by what she's said, but he opts to ignore it completely, instead gently nudging her shoulder with his own.
"why are you awake, d? go back to bed."
"why are you awake, d? go back to bed."
"huh? no, why?" as if that is such a normal thing, he flips several pages back in the notebook to the drawing from before, and though there is nothing big added, it is clearly finished, with a little more shading and detail . . . and a small shadow of eddie as a vampire in the bottom corner.
She gives another smile at the kiss, but as he explains what else he’s done, the numbers . . . don’t add up. The song. The drawing. The cereal already being mostly gone.
“Babe, have you slept at ALL after last night?”
“Babe, have you slept at ALL after last night?”
"i wouldn't /dream/ of putting anything else, my love." eddie leans to press a kiss to the top of demona's head, then refocuses on his notebook for a split second before reaching for more cereal, and finding the box empty.
"i finished my drawing too. wanna see?"
"i finished my drawing too. wanna see?"
December 22, 2025 at 6:04 AM
"huh? no, why?" as if that is such a normal thing, he flips several pages back in the notebook to the drawing from before, and though there is nothing big added, it is clearly finished, with a little more shading and detail . . . and a small shadow of eddie as a vampire in the bottom corner.
Reposted by eddie munson.
there is no more desperate a creature， than a human being on the verge of losing love.
December 22, 2025 at 4:35 AM
there is no more desperate a creature， than a human being on the verge of losing love.
"i wouldn't /dream/ of putting anything else, my love." eddie leans to press a kiss to the top of demona's head, then refocuses on his notebook for a split second before reaching for more cereal, and finding the box empty.
"i finished my drawing too. wanna see?"
"i finished my drawing too. wanna see?"
One day, she was going to have to get used to hearing 'Mrs. Munson' when people referred to her, but today was not that day, her smile only growing like a child as the butterflies ran rampant in her stomach.
"Just make sure that's how the writing credit is done this time."
"Just make sure that's how the writing credit is done this time."
"i don't know, mrs. munson, but im glad to never find out." the nickname is used so casually, as though it is normal, and eddie side-eyes demona through his curls for her reaction, acting as though he's said nothing out of the ordinary.
while, of course, stuffing his face with more cereal.
while, of course, stuffing his face with more cereal.
December 22, 2025 at 4:28 AM
"i wouldn't /dream/ of putting anything else, my love." eddie leans to press a kiss to the top of demona's head, then refocuses on his notebook for a split second before reaching for more cereal, and finding the box empty.
"i finished my drawing too. wanna see?"
"i finished my drawing too. wanna see?"
"i don't know, mrs. munson, but im glad to never find out." the nickname is used so casually, as though it is normal, and eddie side-eyes demona through his curls for her reaction, acting as though he's said nothing out of the ordinary.
while, of course, stuffing his face with more cereal.
while, of course, stuffing his face with more cereal.
The head pat brings a smile and a sleepy giggle from the blonde, another honey comb popped into her mouth as she curls the blanket under her chin.
“How did you ever write anything without me, Mr. Munson~?”
“How did you ever write anything without me, Mr. Munson~?”
"huh?" turning back to the notebook, he skims it over, tapping his pencil on the page before half-singing the verse with 'daylight' instead.
and then he scribbles out what he'd written and replaces it with demona's suggestion.
"that's way better. thank you." head pat.
and then he scribbles out what he'd written and replaces it with demona's suggestion.
"that's way better. thank you." head pat.
December 21, 2025 at 4:36 AM
"i don't know, mrs. munson, but im glad to never find out." the nickname is used so casually, as though it is normal, and eddie side-eyes demona through his curls for her reaction, acting as though he's said nothing out of the ordinary.
while, of course, stuffing his face with more cereal.
while, of course, stuffing his face with more cereal.
Reposted by eddie munson.
let's run away together forever，weren't you the one who said that?
December 21, 2025 at 1:35 AM
let's run away together forever，weren't you the one who said that?
"huh?" turning back to the notebook, he skims it over, tapping his pencil on the page before half-singing the verse with 'daylight' instead.
and then he scribbles out what he'd written and replaces it with demona's suggestion.
"that's way better. thank you." head pat.
and then he scribbles out what he'd written and replaces it with demona's suggestion.
"that's way better. thank you." head pat.
She’s grown used to this sort of energy from Eddie the morning after, just as he should expect the lack of from her. Still, she picks up a single piece of cereal before slipping it into her mouth, eyes skimming sleepily over the page.
She points at the word ‘sunlight’.
“What about Daylight?”
She points at the word ‘sunlight’.
“What about Daylight?”
eddie only half glances at the blonde as she settles next to her, pouring a handful of cereal in front of her before cracking open his bottle of yoo-hoo and downing half of it in one go.
burp.
"for you," he simply says, sliding the notebook over for demona to see.
burp.
"for you," he simply says, sliding the notebook over for demona to see.
December 21, 2025 at 1:01 AM
"huh?" turning back to the notebook, he skims it over, tapping his pencil on the page before half-singing the verse with 'daylight' instead.
and then he scribbles out what he'd written and replaces it with demona's suggestion.
"that's way better. thank you." head pat.
and then he scribbles out what he'd written and replaces it with demona's suggestion.
"that's way better. thank you." head pat.
eddie only half glances at the blonde as she settles next to her, pouring a handful of cereal in front of her before cracking open his bottle of yoo-hoo and downing half of it in one go.
burp.
"for you," he simply says, sliding the notebook over for demona to see.
burp.
"for you," he simply says, sliding the notebook over for demona to see.
She has, but since he’s already out of bed, she’s tiredly shuffling towards the kitchen table, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders as she wordlessly pulls her chair up next to his. Sitting next to him, she folds her arms on the table, leaning on it.
“What’r y’writin?”
“What’r y’writin?”
currently settled at the kitchen table, shoveling handfuls of honey combs cereal into his mouth while scribbling in his notebook.
has he slept?
absolutely not.
has he slept?
absolutely not.
December 20, 2025 at 12:33 PM
eddie only half glances at the blonde as she settles next to her, pouring a handful of cereal in front of her before cracking open his bottle of yoo-hoo and downing half of it in one go.
burp.
"for you," he simply says, sliding the notebook over for demona to see.
burp.
"for you," he simply says, sliding the notebook over for demona to see.
currently settled at the kitchen table, shoveling handfuls of honey combs cereal into his mouth while scribbling in his notebook.
has he slept?
absolutely not.
has he slept?
absolutely not.
December 19, 2025 at 12:36 PM
currently settled at the kitchen table, shoveling handfuls of honey combs cereal into his mouth while scribbling in his notebook.
has he slept?
absolutely not.
has he slept?
absolutely not.
December 18, 2025 at 3:16 AM
Reposted by eddie munson.
i'm almost never serious， and i'm always too serious. too deep， too shallow. too sensitive， too cold hearted. i'm like a collection of paradoxes.
December 17, 2025 at 7:30 AM
i'm almost never serious， and i'm always too serious. too deep， too shallow. too sensitive， too cold hearted. i'm like a collection of paradoxes.