#devildungeondm

[puppetoffthehook]

@devildungeondm continued from X

He did it again. Got pissed off and blacked out mid-fight. Last time this shit happened he was beating the shit outta Steve because he didn’t know the older boy had saved his sister from monsters. Now it’s because he’s sick of people talking to Eddie like he’s trash.

The blonde’s chest was heaving from the exertion, scarred hands now covered in the blood of this stupid jock. “While the first would be funny, I prefer neither right now. Especially since I’m sure somebody called the cops.”

[phoenixmuses]

♡ Continued from here ♡ For @devildungeondm

Adrian had been taking a walk near the woods when he had picked up on some sort of commotion. He had heard about Eddie Munson through the grapevine — it wasn't hard in a town like Hawkins — although he hadn't spent time around the guy personally before. Mostly, he had interacted with him at Camelot Music, the record store Adrian worked at. However, some of the things that Adrian couldn't stand were religious zealots and bullying — two things which seemed to go hand-in-hand whenever Jason Carver was involved.

When he spotted the familiar yellow and green, the flash of a bat, then heard the taunting echoes off the dense forest, he knew it couldn't be anything good. Probably against his better judgment, he picked up his pace and changed directions, heading toward whatever they were following. He had been careful to avoid being seen by them, looming along the edges of the trees and keeping an eye out. Then, he recognized the figure in the distance — Eddie Munson.

He was already moving before they caught up to the metal head, and just in the nick of time, Adrian had leapt in front of Eddie. White-hot pain shot through his upper arm, accompanied by a sensation of weakness and intense tingling, then total numbness. There had been a yelp from both him and the guy that had swung, who had gotten an elbow to the face in the exchange. Adrian was certain the bat might have broken his arm if it hadn't been for stunning the jock, causing him to falter at the last few moments.

The impact had forced him to his knees, his other hand already clenching at the injury with a sharp inhale. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he hissed under his breath, his pain shifting into rage as he processed the situation. His typical laid-back demeanor had dissipated, leaving behind a sense of ferocity in its place. Adrian didn't waste a second, however, leaping back onto his feet and snatching the bat from the guy; despite his arm being stiff and the pulsing he felt in it, begging him not to use it, he clutched the handle tightly with both hands, gaze boring into them intensely.

"Get up — hurry up," he instructed Eddie firmly, gently nudging him with his foot, his focus still on the two guys in front of them. When he was on his feet, Adrian began to back away from the jocks, keeping the metal head close to him as they put distance between themselves and Carver's friends. Addressing them, his voice was laced with an edge of warning and danger, "Follow us and I'll make sure you regret it." With that, Adrian turned suddenly, grabbing Eddie's wrist and quickly leading him in a different direction, toward a semi-hidden, abandoned cabin he knew about.

Upon their arrival, Adrian immediately pushed the bat into Eddie's arms and locked the door. He lit one of the lanterns and set it on a large dining table in the center of the main entrance, wincing as he continued to move both arms. "What'd you do to get their attention, man?" he questioned, a sliver of curiosity and annoyance in his voice, although the latter wasn't caused by Eddie. Pulling out a handgun, he loaded up the chamber, put the safety on, and slid it into the waistband of his pants against his lower back.

[alwaysthesitter]

Mermaid AU starter for @devildungeondm

"Oh come off it, Henderson, you know that the fresh air is so much more enjoyable than being stuck in the palace." Steve had shot at who he considered his best friend, who also just happened to work for him and be the one to keep tabs on him, but Steve hardly cared about that. Dustin had been complaining that he needed to focus more on not being such a 'rebellious little shit' - his words, not Steves - but Steve knew that he was tired of all that palace life. Everything his father wanted for him, to form him into this perfect Prince. No, Steve wanted freedom to be himself.

"Besides, it's just one day at sea. One. It isn't like I'm kidnapping you for a week or anything. I just was tired of having to listen to my dad bitch and moan about how I needed to start taking more responsibility, settling down, all that shit. I'm still young. I should be able to find love when it's ready to find me." He knew, in all actuality, that Dustin agreed with him. He could see it from the way that his eyes glimmered in his own mischief - he just needed to do what King Harrington said in terms of keeping tabs on Prince Steven.

Steve was practically leaning over the railing at this point, allowing the salty air of the open sea to hit all his senses, eyes closed as he took it all in. "None of this changes the fact that a storm is very clearly coming, Steve. We should get home before it hits." Dustin had been eye-ing the weather nervously, the way the dark clouds were rolling over the horizon, competing with the blue of the ocean. Steve, ever ignorant in his bliss, simply shook his head. "It will be fine, man. We'll be home long before it reaches us."

He clapped the other on the back, moving back across the expanse of ship with a confident grin. "We've got time." He reassured, kicking his shoes off, not because he had any intention to hop into the murky fathoms below, but because he wanted to feel less prim and proper, and feel that sense of independence. Rolling his pants up to his knees, he sat down on the edge of boat that opened up to water, crossing arms under his chin and supporting himself as he looked out. "It's like a whole new world out there, Henderson. We don't even know what's down there. Like sure, there's fish. But is that really all?"

[rebelliousfamily]

@devildungeondm gets Ronnie Ecker as a random muse

"I can't believe that people still think that DnD is all demon shit. It's like... can the religious folk not think for a second about what they believe in? A mystical man in the sky that created everything?" Ronnie rolled her eyes and sipped at the beer in her hand. "I think that's pretty hypocritical."

[ofthestcrs]

@devildungeondm liked for a starter

Steve had a bad feeling in his gut. The kind that couldn't be thought away or rationalized. It only worsened each time he looked at Eddie. Especially when he was interacting with Dustin -- seeing them laughing and smiling together. Of course, nothing lasts forever, but right now, Steve wishes that he could hold this moment a little longer. He wishes that there wasn't this great evil looming over them -- taking the lives of innocent people.

"Hey, Eddie?" Steve's hand reaches out and just lightly skims the inside of his wrist before departing back to his side. "Can we ... can we talk?" His eyes dart to a confused Dustin before back to Eddie. "Like ... alone?"

[hawkinssongbird]

Only like myself when I'm with you Nobody gets me, you do

@devildungeondm

[brxkenbeta]

@devildungeondm Joined the Pack -

       "I   want   the,   um,   strong   kind.   That   costs   less   than   50   dollars.   And   won't   kill   me."   Mavis   said,   trying   to   sound   more   confident   than   she   felt.   "Actually,   that   last   part   is   negotiable."

[meaningful-negativity]

@devildungeondm gets a random starter from Steve

Steve dumps his pack on the ground and kicks at it for a couple of moments while he thinks about what he wants to tell Eddie. They're going into the Upside Down in the next few minutes and he's got a bad feeling about it. He looks over at him and takes a deep breath "I have a wonderfully bad feeling about what we're getting ready to do Eddie and i mean super bad." Steve sighs tilting his head to the right as he continues "If i die down there Eddie you have to make sure to take care of Dustin and the other's but really Dustin. He'll take it hard, he's the sensitive one of the group. That and he's like my little brother and he's a troublemaker without me." He chuckles then looking at Eddie "I just gave you my last wish so what can i do for you if god forbid, you don't make it? Just name it man and i'll make sure it gets done."

[tcwnofdcrkness]

Continued from here x

"No," Olivia grumbled as she held back a frown at the other's comment.

She recognize the other quickly, while the shirt was a dead giveaway, Eddie's reputation proceeded him. From what she gathered, Eddie seemed to be the 'outcast' and 'misfit' around school. Not necessarily a bad-boy, but just someone who didn't seem to fit with all the cliques around school. At least, that was her take on things. Her classmates were definitely harsher and cruder with their words. 'Satanist' was definitely thrown around, so she tended to keep her distance from him.

"Aren't you afraid of getting caught?"

@devildungeondm

[puppetoffthehook]

"Can I kiss you?"

@devildungeondm

Sometimes what happened doesn’t feel real. That day Billy came over to get high and they wound up doing more together. The taste of weed and cum on his tongue lingering was his only indication that they’d moved beyond friends. Things were still in weird territory for them and it was difficult for Billy to traverse since he’s never been able to think of his own wants before.

So when Eddie asked to kiss him he was stunned for a moment. Then an eager grin spread across his face. “Coulda asked sooner, Eddie.” He’ll let the taller man do the work.

[phoenixmuses]

♡ Continued from here ♡ For @devildungeondm

He had been on edge since last night, when he had received the aforementioned, somewhat swollen bruise on his face. It was better than getting the belt — that was saved for when Neil was on his real power trips. However, it was enough to make him leave the house and sleep in the Camaro near some trailer park, where Munson had found him. Thankfully, Eddie didn't seem to be the type to ask questions.

Billy's jaw was set, fists clenched tightly at his sides, and piercing ocean-blue eyes locked onto the metal head before him. Jesus Christ, this guy was an idiot. It took everything in him not to step forward and knock some sense into Munson. Too kind to the boy who was full of rage, too naive and altruistic and laid back and —

The complete opposite of everything Billy Hargrove was. Maybe what he could have been, had circumstances been different... He took a long pull from his cigarette, nodding ever so slightly, the end of it glowing a vivid orange-red against his palm. For a minute, the air was still and tense around them, as if Hawkins itself was holding its breath and waiting.

The way Eddie had looked at him with those big doe eyes, offering to get him stoned and trying to provide some sense of... normalcy? Comfort? Support? Whatever it was, it was foreign to the blond and it left him feeling conflicted. So, he processed it the only way he knew how.

"Really, Munson?" he growled lowly, stepping forward. Billy exhaled a white-grey, translucent plume of smoke and flicked his cigarette away onto the ground. Then, his hands shot out, grasping Eddie's collar and pinning him against the nearest wall with a dull thud. Leaning in so he was inches from his face, gaze intense as he raked over the brunette's features, he was silent for a long moment. "Why the hell are you like that, huh?"

The question was vague, although the implication heavily lingered between them. He hated how much he had grown fond of this nerd — the dungeon master, the freak, the guitarist. Probably one of the only people in Hawkins that still stuck around him, and God only knew why. Most people either stayed because they were intimidated by him or because they could be just as bad, if not worse. Eddie was... different.

[alwaysthesitter]

I never opened myself this way Life is ours, we live it our way All these words, I don't just say AND NOTHING ELSE MATTERS. Independent iterations of Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson from Netflix's hit show, Stranger Things. 21+ ROLEPLAY. Triggering topics may be present.

Promo credit.

[hawkinsbizarre]

She furrowed her brows a little as she looked at him while they continued to walk. "Ok you definitely need to spill." She said, walking into the store with him. She was to busy being focussed on him to look around, but when he looked at her and spoke, Nicole looked at what Eddie had been looking at and nodded "Cheap beer works for me." She told him.

"Unless this conversation that needs to happen, needs to be a stronger drink?" She asked.

"You may not be as crazy as they think," was all Eddie said before they dipped into the liquor store. Some 20-something guy was behind the desk, looking bored as he read a comic.

Eddie was quiet and quick, going right for the cheap beer.

"What's your poison?" he asked, glancing at her.

[hawkinssongbird]

@devildungeondm​ // continued from here.

Oh crap. Dinah was frustrated in so many ways over college deadlines that seeped into finals, while working as many nights as possible for their upcoming road trip after graduation - it was supposed to be a soft mumble to herself. Looking up like she didn’t just give him a weird pick up line unintentionally, she tries to feign innocent like he would buy that bullshit, but he wasn’t supposed to hear!

“Hmm? Where did what come from? I didn’t hear anything.”

[alwaysthesitter]

Random af starter for @devildungeondm because I'm drunk and have no chill.

"Damnit, Munson, what the fuck did you drag me to?" Steve whined, as he finally brought the car to a stop, turning the keys in the ignition and shutting off the BMW as they parked in the overly crowded parking lot. It had felt like they had been driving for hours, far out of Hawkins, into the middle of nowhere. Even the so-called parking lot that they were in was made of dirt and grass, and it gave Steve the feeling that this place had literally been placed wherever there was space, hoping that people would show up.

Apparently, it was an incredibly popular thing, based on the amount of cars and sheer amount of people. Steve had never been to something like this, and he was honestly preparing himself to feel beyond overwhelmed, especially as people dressed in elaborate outfits and elf ears with swords and shields were walking in front of the beamer. "God, this is like a nerd's wet dream." No wonder Eddie had taken him. He was just glad that the other hadn't forced him into dressing up.

He stepped out of the car, the slightly humid Indiana air hitting his face, sunglasses pulled over his hazel eyes. He pocketed his keys, checking for his wallet, before he took a deep breath. "Alright. Let's do this." Good thing he loved Eddie. Anything for Eddie. Nikes hit the gravel as Steve started walking towards the large looming drawbridge, people dressed like princesses and fairies and jesters welcoming people in. A renaissance festival. Steve hadn't even heard about this sort of thing until Eddie had turned the puppy dog eyes on him, and Steve had agreed.

He fished the tickets out of his pocket, handing them to the individual at the front of the gate who took them with a bow of "My Lord", and Steve instantly knew he was going to hate this. But he took Eddie's hand, squeezing it, one hand on his hip as he looked over at the other man. "Okay. As someone who has never been here, what do we want to check out? What do you absolutely want to make sure you do?"

[hawkinssongbird]

“Who knew I had soooo much power over you?” Dinah teased right back, while twirling a strand of his hair around her finger before letting it go. “I don’t know. I mean, even if I wasn’t in the picture, I think you would still be freakishly lovable.” What? He started the playfulness, and it was contagious to ride along with it.

* @devildungeondm // cont.