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Indy’s surprise goes unmasked when they’re interrupted in their reading. A startled jump as they blink up at the librarian looming over them. He snaps his book shut as if it’s a forbidden text, hands covering the front as he pulls it closer across the table. He clears his throat a bit awkwardly, flashing an embarrassed smile.

“Oh, uhh…” They swallow, suddenly trapped in the position of floundering for an explanation. “Quantum physics,” they reply truthfully. Did they need to go into the details? “Space, time, bending the laws of the wormhole…” They press their lips into a thin line, awkwardly smiling at the other with a tension that can’t be ignored. “Just…research.”

open to: muses 40+ or older (everyone) muse: Dorian Belrose (43 (???).  fallen angel/warlock. Works as a University librarian/bookbinder. they/them) idea: from here

" Alright I have to ask." Dorian had finally gotten the courage to ask them what they had been doing every late night at the library without fail, it was impressive enough to catch their interest.

" What is this research that has you so passionate? I see you here everyday until the late hours of the night."

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He doesn’t like the smile on their face and he shoots a glare, his lip curling angrily. He rolls his eyes, trying to shake it off. He presses his tongue to the roff of his mouth to bite back the smirk that comes at the suggestion of playing nurse. Now that would be a sight. He’s not sure it’s necessary just yet though. He hasn’t gotten a chance to see how deep the wound on the back of his neck is yet.

He blinks hard, clearing his blurred vision a little. Then, he offers a small smile and a tilt of his head. “Fair enough,” the Irishman agrees, carefully easing himself to the bathroom. “Shower first, den drinks.” A nod.

The hot water burns his skin in the shower, makes his aching bones settle for just a little while. He inspects his bruises, watches the water wash blood red for a while before he starts to realize it won’t stop anytime soon. His vision blurs, twisting and pulsing as he pulls himself out of the shower. He grabs a towel, starts to wrap it around himself just as his knees buckle. He clings to the sink, shaking off the feeling of dizziness that clouds his vision, makes his stomach churn.

“Hey, uh…Levi..?” He calls out from the bathroom as he sinks to the floor. A hand brushes against the back of his neck, pulling away covered in blood. “T’ink I might need yer help…” A reluctant admitance, for sure, but necessary. He probably needed a couple of stitches…

"Ah," he hums, nodding. "I could do it f'r ya, if y'like," he offers. A faint flash of a smile shot their way, though they keep their head low. Hands shove into their pockets as he inches a little further into the room. He runs his tongue over his top row of teeth, the taste of blood still lingering in his mouth.

When they agree to allow him a drink, he perks up a little, though that quickly fades when they ask about his injuries, demand he look at them. A roll of his eyes, tilting his head away from Levi irritably.

"'t's fine. ah'm fine," he grumbles, shoulders tense. A slight wince as he barely lifts his head, squinting against the pain in his cheek. He sucks on his lower lip, hiding the split in it against his teeth. "She put awp a bituva fight, da's all..." Clearly he's embarrassed that he'd taken such a beating, but...it hadn't been expected. She'd gotten the jump on him and he'd paid for it even though her price was far higher than his own.

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"Ah," he hums, nodding. "I could do it f'r ya, if y'like," he offers. A faint flash of a smile shot their way, though they keep their head low. Hands shove into their pockets as he inches a little further into the room. He runs his tongue over his top row of teeth, the taste of blood still lingering in his mouth.

When they agree to allow him a drink, he perks up a little, though that quickly fades when they ask about his injuries, demand he look at them. A roll of his eyes, tilting his head away from Levi irritably.

"'t's fine. ah'm fine," he grumbles, shoulders tense. A slight wince as he barely lifts his head, squinting against the pain in his cheek. He sucks on his lower lip, hiding the split in it against his teeth. "She put awp a bituva fight, da's all..." Clearly he's embarrassed that he'd taken such a beating, but...it hadn't been expected. She'd gotten the jump on him and he'd paid for it even though her price was far higher than his own.

Levi hums." I was trying to mix an old fashion, you would think that I would be great at it but I can't seem to get the portions right." The spy keeps their attention on the mixing while trying to ignore the smell of blood that filled the room.

"You can have some but first-" They set the mixer down, hands coming to rest on the marble counter of the drink cart." How bad are you? I noticed you've been avoiding looking at me." Levi tilts their head to the side." Declan, look at me."

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short, angsty scenario prompts list for your angsty needs tws for drowning, injuries, illness

( yell ) : our muses get into a loud, heated argument 

( splash ) : one muse rescues the other from drowning 

( console ) : one muse finds the other sobbing uncontrollably 

( cold ) : one muse finds the other frozen half to death outside 

( hungry ) : one muse finds the other malnourished and hungry 

( lost ) : one muse has broken / lost something important to the other

( injured ) : one muse finds the other wounded and tries to help them

( trauma ) : one muse finds the other just after a traumatizing experience 

( illness ) : one muse is severely ill and the other finds them in a rough state 

( guard ) : one muse protects the other from someone who wants to hurt them

( tired ) : one muse finds the other so exhausted they’re having trouble standing 

( ground ) : one muse finds the other having a panic attack and helps ground them

( loss ) : one muse has just suffered a tragedy and comes to the other muse for comfort

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He’s been pining after her for months, had even gone so far as to follow her home a couple of times. Watching her every move, analysing her every step. There was something dark and dangerous about her that was just as hot as her whole outward innocence. She had secrets. Secrets he wasn’t able to catch or fully comprehend…but he wanted to. So badly, he wanted to know her. Every part of her. Every curve. Every lie.

The seat snaps back and he gasps, a chuckle quickly following and then cut short when she kisses his neck again. A moan, desperare and surprised. “Jeeesus,” he breathes, eyes rolling back as he shifts his hips against hers a little more firmly. He wants her, needs her, and his hands are already moving to unzip his pants.

That’s when he feels it. A bite hard enough to draw blood. A gasp catches in his throat and melts in a moaned exhale. He squeaks, squirms, but it’s not unpleasant. Even as she yanks on his skin, pulls and tears until a chunk comes off…It’s like he’s totally unaware to what the fuck is going on. Eyes closed, head tilted back, he’s adjusted his pants enough so that he can properly fuck her. He doesn’t wait before pulling her in, guiding her closer, hands clawing at the small of her back.

“Leooo, Jesus Christ…” he pants, a smirk pulling at one corner of his mouth. “What the fuck…” He laughs, a laugh of ecstasy. Unafraid.

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“Uh huh…” Leo whispers against his mouth as their lips brush. She’s hungry, so hungry – and he’s perfect, willing. She’s pretty enough to put men at ease in the way she smiles at them, bats her eyes. Anything that might be off about her is easily excused when she giggles at their jokes or leans in too close. Let’s them smell her perfume, look down her shirt.

The press of his hips against her own is revolting, but she doesn’t let it show. Her nails dig in harder to the nape of his neck as she lets him kiss her again. Her tongue snakes into his mouth, tasting him – devouring. The car creaks under the weight of them as leans down to pull the lever for the seat, sending it flying it back flat with some force.

“Oops.” She grins, teeth and mouth lashing down his neck, to his collarbone. Nimble fingers work apart his buttons as she sucks dark marks into his skin. She’s practically drooling from the taste of his flesh, nails raking down his chest as she exposes more of it. Teeth sink in rough and hard into the flesh of his shoulder, tearing – a bit too eager to truly consume him.

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Like this for a starter from Casey Alexander. 22-26. Mimic. Musician. Doesn't know who they are anymore. Addict. Anorexic. A toxic, codependent mess looking for love in any capacity. Loves getting high on a rooftop overlooking the city. Hates themselves, their body, growing old.

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💤 - from Noelle

Arin's in the middle of saying something when he realizes they've fallen asleep with their head on his shoulder. Gods forbid he disturb them with all of his yapping, so he stops mid-sentence. A warm, endearing smile touches his lips as he looks down at them. A soft chuckle, but he's careful not to stir them as he shifts to wrap an arm around their shoulders and pull them closer. He tosses a blanket over them both, snuggling in and quietly resting his head against theirs.

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"Your blood's so warm…" | fleshy leo to declan? or him saying it to her?? whatever you're feeling loml

vampire themed starters

Declan hums against Leo's skin, his lips slowly trailing down her neck, his tongue flickering out to taste her. She says those words and it elicits a smile. Heavy lidded eyes scan her and he lifts his head to allow their lips to just barely brush.

"Dat's all t'anks t'you, sweetheart," he exhales, his voice shaky and hungry under her attention. Finally she's noticed him...And he's happy to let her do whatever she wants to him, completely dazzled when their lips crash together and his hips press into hers with desperation.

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"You smell... divine." / louis to annabelle perhaps!!

vampire themed starters

Anna presses her lips together a bit tensely, though there's a warmth in her cheeks at the compliment from the stranger. This isn't an uncommon place for her to find herself. Alongside a stranger with plans to do some unsavoury things and then...crawl out his window before the sun came up. That's just the way it was, nothing personal. She just couldn't get...attached. Didn't want anyone else thinking they could get attached either. So, they'd have their fun and then part ways without another word, without contact. She'd given a fake number, of course.

Her head tilts a little. She comes her fingers through her thick curls, pulling them over her opposing shoulder as she exposes her neck to Louis. "Do I?" She smiles coyly to herself, eyes pinned to her lap. "Well, that's all natural, baby, so drink it up..." She looks back up at them with wide eyes, fluttering her lashes and biting down on her bottom lip--teasing.

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Xander's head tilts as she explains where she's headed, antique shopping. He's never been very good in places where things are old and fragile. He's bad at keeping his hands to himself, but...Well, they'd rather not be left here all by themselves.

They swallow a bit nervously, but nod, already clambering to their feet a bit unsteadily. He's already clumsy enough, being on a boat doesn't exactly help matters. The sway of the houseboat has already made him sick once or twice, getting off of it would probably be good for him. He stumbles a few steps as he scrambles to follow her off the ship, staying right at her heels once they're outside.

"Are you sure this is OK? I'm not intruding, am I," the Brit asks softly in her ear. He has absolutely no sense for personal space. He can't help but feel like maybe she'd only agreed to let him come out of kindness, not because she actually wanted him to. Nobody really ever wanted him around. Not in his recent experience, anyway.

Ariel pauses, almost forgetting about her new friend. She hasn’t known him for very long, but he reminded her a lot of a certain friend from back home in the sea: friendly, a little uncertain about some things, often following her around, but totally harmless. It was part of the reason why she’d invited him to stay at her place—even though her place was a small houseboat. But hey, she only stayed there half the time, so why not?

She gives him a bright smile. “Oh, right! I thought I’d do a little exploring, maybe go antique shopping,” she replies. The inside of the boat is already a bit cluttered with her growing collection of knickknacks & trinkets, but she could always find room for more! Either way, she’s more than happy to invite him along. “Sure, you can come! It’s a beautiful day outside for a walk.”

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MACABRE — BLOOD

"I bleed easy." "I feel cold…" "I'll bleed you dry." "I don't feel so good." "Your blood's so warm…" "That's… a lot of blood." "I can't feel my arm/leg." "There's beauty in blood." "Ugh, another nose bleed." "Please help me, please…" "Oh god, what happened here." "What do I do? What do I do?" "Those bruises look terrible!" "Take it out and you're dead." "Ugh… the stench of blood…" "I like my meat bleeding rare." "It's not as bad as it looks…" "Oh god, oh god… I'm bleeding." "I'll drink your blood like wine." "Let me see how bad it is, please." "You're getting blood everywhere." "Ugh… my clothes are glued to me." "You look like you've been run over." "It looks worse than it is, I promise." "Hold your head up and pinch your nose." "You're bleeding through your bandages." "Keep applying pressure, just like that." "There's an art to making someone bleed." "Can you check if I bled through my pants?" "Maybe a busted lip could fix that attitude." "No, you're not fine, you nearly bled out!" "Can't believe I slipped in a blood pool…" "You tore your stitches open, let me fix it." "Mind the blood on the floor, try not to slip." "No, you don't get it; if I see blood, I faint." "You were careless. You left blood at the scene." "I'll gut you like a fish and watch you bleed out." "This is going to hurt, but bleeding out is worse." "What happened in here?! Did someone explode?" "Don't touch me, you got blood all over your hands." "Stop moving for a second, let me staunch the bleed." "You'll make a pretty picture splattered over the room." "I can't stand blood - it's so hard to get out of clothes." "Drip by drip… I'll watch the light fade from your eyes." "Don't close your eyes, look at me okay? You need to stay awake." "Don't move or I'll slit your throat. We don't want that. Not yet." "I watched enough cop shows to know something horrible happened here." "You never forget your first kill, the smell of iron that follows you home." "Can you feel it…? The weight on your chest, the shallowness of every heartbeat?" "The bleeding's internal, so that's good. That's where blood is supposed to be I think." "What part of bed rest didn't you understand? If you sneeze too hard you'll open your wounds again!" "There's something very appealing about someone disheveled and covered in blood, I can't help myself."

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– 𝗩𝗔𝗠𝗣𝗜𝗥𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗗 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦 !  ( an assortment of dialogue prompts for interactions with our fangy friends. ) 

"You're bleeding again."

"Invite me in."

"You smell... divine."

"I don’t bite. Much."

"Sun’s rising. Hurry."

"Do you trust me?"

"Your pulse is loud."

"This won’t hurt. Long."

"You shouldn’t be here."

"I’ve missed the taste."

"One drop. Just one."

"I warned you."

"You’re not like them."

"Don’t run. Please."

"Let me show you."

"I’m starving tonight."

"Do I scare you?"

"You called for me?"

"Turn around. Slowly."

"You're mine now."

"Do you think drinking from me will make you love me, or just crave me more?"

"I told you not to follow me after dark… especially not here."

"You smell like fear. It's intoxicating."

"I haven't had human blood in a century. Don't tempt me."

"Go ahead, invite me in. I dare you."

"This isn't a costume party. That's real blood."

"You're not afraid of me? How disappointing."

"You should have run when you had the chance."

"The sun is rising. If you care about me, you'll let me in."

"Do you even know what I am?"

"Being turned isn't romantic. It's eternal damnation."

"You're bleeding… and you expect me to behave?"

"I'm older than your entire bloodline. Show some respect."

"You stake me, you better not miss."

"Drink from me. Let’s make this bond permanent."

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-whispers- someone ship with xander...

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Declan blinks up at the other after a beat, hunched over himself a little to hide the blood dripping down just behind his ear. "A bitch wit' a loud mout'," he explains plainly, quietly. He swallows, dizzily blinking to try and clear his vision as he takes a further step into the room. Of course he won't mention that some of the blood is his own. He's got a nice bruise under his eye as well, which he's also trying to hide by keeping his head ducked low.

"What're ya drinkin'?" He chooses to ignore the statement about the blood since most of it is dry by now anyway, save the mess of a wound trickling blood down the back of the neck of his shirt and sticking in his hair. "An' cannai 'ave some?" Anything to dull the pain throbbing at the back of his neck.

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The act is easy, smooth, and impossibly believable. David lets them in without question, even if a bit of discomfort lingers at their slightly surprising appearance. The two men chat while Bella sinks herself into his lap, Declan's eyes following Bella's movements, watching her as she straddles the man and kisses his throat... A smile of arousal quirks up the corners of his mouth the instant she sinks her teeth in...

He doesn't move from his spot while she begins to drink from him, clamping a hand over his mouth as he squirms beneath her. There's no expression in his face, his eyes dead, save that faint smile pin-pricking the corners of his mouth like it's been delicately sewn in place.

"Don't kill 'im yet," he declares, sliding back into his natural accent. He calmly pulls on a pair of sleek leather gloves. "I want 'm t' watch..." Blue hues flicker from Bella and back to the man. There were signs, of course. Signs that the man wasn't just alone here, tha the had a family more than just a wife. A few sleeping children up in their beds, a missing son...People that would, in theory, miss him if he disappeared. Or perhaps they would only miss him by default. Because it would be expected of them.

He sniffs, pulls himself to his feet with a dull expression as he crosses the room, eyeing a picture on the mantel before creeping up the stairs.

It doesn't take long for him to return with a second prize, the wife, flung limply over his shoulder with blood streaming down her neck. It stains his lips, but it's a neat stain that he licks off easily with a flick of his tongue. She's tossed onto the couch like a rag-doll, her heart no longer beating, the blood drained from her veins save whats left dripping from the artery in her neck. Declan's dull gaze lingers on her before landing on Bella. There's curiosity in his smirk, curious for how she might respond, what sort of thoughts might be crossing her mind upon seeing the dead woman. David lets out a muffled shriek, a sob tearing from his throat upon seeing her dead body and Declan snarls, showing off sharp fangs.

"Ciúin," he hisses at the man, grabbing him by the jaw. "Shut awp, ya c--t." He shoves him back, practically throwing him to the ground in violent warning.

It was a well-prepared story. Bella was under no illusions that Declan hadn't done his research. She would play her part perfectly - adjusting her tiny dress a little bit to better show off the swell of her breasts as they wait.

David opens the door, and Declan slips into his American accent, and Bella's face doesn't change even a hair - even though it surprises her to hear it. He's maybe a little surprised to see them, in the way you are when guests are early, but invites them in, not realising the danger of something so innocuous, and takes them into his study on the ground floor. He doesn't like to do things like this in the bedrooms, he explains, especially at this time of night - and Bella finds she doesn't really care. It doesn't matter.

He invites them to sit, and Bella takes the opportunity to sit in David's lap - setting one of his hands high up on her thigh as she presses soft kisses to his throat, over the thrumming of his pulse.

Part of her wants to turn and look at Declan - to see how he's liking another man having his hands on her, even though it's an act, when he'd so recently declared her his and off-limits to anyone else.

She's not paying attention to if the men are speaking around her - instead lulling David into a sense of security before she strikes, sinking her fangs deep into the man's throat. He lets out a strangled yell, and she claps a hand over his mouth to silence him. If her hand blocks his nose as well, then so be it.

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As they travel up the drive, he pulls her close. A hand brushes her thigh, slides up her ass and lingers on her lower back. He keeps her hip pressed into his side as he begins to explain their cover. By the time they reach the front door, they've both got fake names and a occupations, a whole story alongside the narrative of being the sex workers the man--David--hired to spice up his sex life.

Apparently, the guy inside is some well-off political figure with 3 small children and 1 teenage son who just so happens to have gone missing within the past few weeks. Between that tragedy, work stress, and everything else, he and his wife haven't exactly been pleasing one another in more ways than one. Declan doesn't mention why he knows this, doesn't mention the fact that he'd turned the kid or that he's been fucking the guy's wife, doesn't elaborate very much at all on his relationship to the family. As far as Bella is concerned, they're just a target he'd done research on before dragging her here.

She's agreeable despite the dark look in his eye and that amuses him slightly. He hums and gives a nod, creating a little space between them and brushing off his shirt. He clears his throat, then rings the doorbell. Patiently, he folds his hands in front of his body and waits. When the door opens, he beams...

"Hello! You must be David," he hums in an easily put on Aamerican accent. In fact, it's almost scary how quickly he hid his rather thick Irish lilt. "I'm Martin, this is Iris." A gesture to Bella, more warmth in his expression than he's ever cared to show.

"I hope this isn't a bad time..."

Oh, interesting.

Bella doesn't bother to point out that they can't, as of right now, get into that home. She's sure he has a plan - so she simply nods.

Declan is about to find out that Bella certainly has no moral standing against killing - especially if her meal is delivered to her on a silver platter.

"Of course, baby." Bella murmurs with a smile, leaning into the touch on her cheek. In fact, if this was the way they were going to do it, Bella could probably afford to eat more than she otherwise would, rather than keeping herself never-quite-satisfied in the interest of staying hidden.

She follows him up the drive - of the two of them, she knows she's the one who looks the most non-threatening, and prepares to school her face into whatever kind of emotion would suit the story he's about to spin.