[open & closed starters] december catch-all

[guitarpicks]

WHO: eddie munson + YOU
WHERE: all over
WHEN: december
WHAT: open & closed starters of all sorts in the comments. will be updated through the month.
WARNINGS: mentions of death/gore, self-deprecating language. will add more as they come up.

✦ let their souls rest
✦ avert your gaze, you peeping tom!

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radiance;

[guitarpicks]

avert your gaze, you peeping tom!

[ standing in front of the notice board, eddie tilts his head and lets out a low whistle as he taps one of the listings. he's not alone, he realizes and there's someone else looking through the listings too so eddie can't help but grin and strike up a conversation. ] What do you think? This nude modeling thing. Do you think the artist is looking for something tasteful or raunchy?

[ honestly, eddie's not one to pose himself but he's kind of curious who's looking at that ad and what sort of person advertises so publicly. back home, oh this would be a scandal. he kind of loves it. ] Think she'll throw in a meal while you pose?

[oomfies]

[ Curious about the person who is looking at the ad? Look no further, Eddie.. She's right here, in an outfit that is distinctly too modern and strappy for the current season. ]

You'd have to hold the pose while eating, otherwise it'll mess up their painting.

[ She's seen articles about what they do in the movies.. She's happily assuming the same logic. Might even sound convincing with how much confidence she sells it with. Lottie tilts her head down to look at him, eyes briefly glancing back to the listing. ]

Usually they'll let you know what they want, or they'll give you free range. Depends on the photographer — I guess, painter.

[guitarpicks]

Unless they're painting you eating. [ eddie quickly counters, realizing that it's lottie at his side. he offers a grin before he really thinks through what he said. sitting for a few hours holding food you can't actually eat would be torture and it'd also probably fuck up the painting to eat it.

damn. she's right. ] Have you done this before?

[ seems like they've got a real expert here. maybe it's more common in thee future, though eddie's more picturing the portraits of the olde times. then again, no one would be nude for those. ]

[oomfies]

[ He gets a smile, at that. Lottie is amused, but not amused enough to ruin this sort of mystic she's got going on. After all, there's nothing more that she loves than being able to take the lead on things (because when can she ever do that here? When it's all death and gloom and no magic hour photos?). ]

The future version of it, I guess. No one's ever painted me as a model physically there but I've got some cute fanart every now and then..

[ Yes, she is That Girl who checks her own tags and mentions on every platform. ]

I'm more used to my photos being blown up and used as giant posters.. Or like, magazines.

[guitarpicks]

[ eddie tilts his head at that one because, sure, the eighties has shit like this but he can't quite picture lottie posing for playboy or something like that. ] You have fanart?

[ which earns that puppy like tilt of his head again. ] Wait what do you do back in your time?

[ is he talking to a celebrity from the future? ]

[oomfies]

I'm a fashion blogger.

[ This was an inevitable, Lottie humble brags like she needs air. But the way Eddie asks about her profession makes her feel a little less lame saying it out loud (there's no way around the natural cringe she gets whenever she says "I blog" or "I'm an influencer" — having a non traditional career tends to do that to you). ]

I don't think those existed in the 80's but it's like, I share my life with my followers and blog about stuff. Go to places, do collabs, sell merch.

[guitarpicks]

A fashion what? [ sorry, lottie, blogging isn't a thing yet. he's going to think you're a fashion journalist at this point. but he'd appreciate that it's not a traditional career once he understands because fuck the system, pave your own way.

she explains and eddie nods, still not getting what a blog is. ] That sounds like a lot of work, sharing your shit with everyone.

But you can make money like that? Sharing what you like to do? [ and color him intrigued, okay. ]

[oomfies]

Blogger. [ This question is clearly starting to seem familiar to her, if the awkward tinge to her tone is anything to go by. ] Do blogs not exist back then?

[ Either way, she preens at him thinking it sounds like a lot of work, brightening up because of it. ] But yeah, it was. Is. You have to plan everything around content. I used to go to places specifically for the food or OOTD pics.

[ Is that a sane way to live?? Probably not. But was it great for her blog and audience?? Absolutely. As far as money, though -- ]

Oh, yeah, a good amount. Money for appearance fees, interviews, photoshoots, all kinda adds up.. Cut of profits from people clicking on your link for ad sponsorships or buying my merch. [ She taps at her lip for a moment or two, in thought. And this is a genuine question she asks: ] Was Nike alive while you were kicking?

[guitarpicks]

Haven't heard of one. What is it? [ she really is speaking another language and eddie looks as lost as he feels, but he's getting used to that.

at least with lottie. then again, she's teaching him a lot about the future and eddie kind of wishes he'd lived to see it. sure he'd be pushing forty if he was around when she was alive, which would be a stretch cause eddie's not sure he'd have made it that far anyway, but it would all be cool to see.

he tilts his head. ] What about doing things you enjoy? Any room for that in the blogger world?

Nike like the shoes? [ or like a person. there's a god with that name that he's read about. ] Kids at my school had Nike's, I had a pair too I thrifted.

[ he stuffs his hands in his pockets, chuckles. ] They were expensive as shit.

[oomfies]

[ Eddie asks many good things about her career. All of them that are quickly eclipsed by the joy she feels when he says, yes, he sure does recognize that brand. Finally.. ]

I did a special drop with them back in 2014. There's a very cool select group of people with Lottie Person brand Nike wear, roaming out there in the big bad world.

[ Imagine that.. Boxers, leggings, bras, all kinds of athleisure wear with her name on it. Not that she is especially specific with what her collection had, but she hopes the brand drop does that for her, instead. ]

They let me do whatever for the photoshoot and designs so it was a great experience. [ She puts a hand on her hip, ] And I happen to enjoy being photographed, so, it works out.

[guitarpicks]

[ maybe if he were more into nike or something, he'd be over the moon and impressed but the claim still earns a smile from him. ] You're really making it for yourself out there, huh.

[ it's fucking cool that someone can do that with a job the adults in his town would balk at. then again, eddie's an adult who feels kind of like he'll never grow up. he's peter pan, shepherding lost sheep. well, he was before he kicked it.

something about the way lottie ends that earns a laugh. ] So you're a pro, then. Got any tips for someone who hasn't really been photographed at all?

[oomfies]

[ His laugh makes her laugh, half because it's infectious and half because it's been a long time since she's been asked for tips on the trade. Lottie, of course, has plenty, but starts with the easiest. ]

Know your angles.

[ She nods wisely. ]

Stare at yourself in the mirror and get comfortable. If you don't know what you look like doing a face, you're never gonna know if it comes out looking good on camera. You might end up just looking goofy as hell..

[guitarpicks]

What happens if you don't have any angles? [ eddie's not exactly attractive in hawkins, mostly because it's a small conservative town and he's a dude with long hair who listens to metal.

so he's not so sure about all this.

he does do a little spin though, holds his arms out. ] I think I'm doomed to goofy no matter what. It's kinda my brand that and pretty metal.