not counting the days

penned by peep whether you were TURNED or born into this, it isn't long before you realize this world is UNFORGIVING. sooner or later you must leave EVERYTHING that has made you whole behind and start anew. but that proves difficult in times of WAR and strife, and there's only so much you can TAKE from either side of the conflict before you BREAK.

[hyewn-archive]

[everslasting]

— all I roll is potent, we stay golden

starring: alessandra ‘aless’ cosette ( @sacrilegisms​ ), evelyn yun setting: mansion kitchen

running a hand through her locks, she tosses it over her part and runs a hand along her face with a groan. not that there was anything in particular bothering evelyn, but she could already tell today wasn’t her day. she had a feeling that when she overslept by two hours that the stars just weren’t going to be aligned for her today. walking lazily to the kitchen, she manages to pick up a blood bag along the way and sets it on the island. she notices another presence in the room and decides to speak up. because if there’s one thing you can always depend on evelyn to do — it’s voicing her complaints. “ugh, please tell me there’s a way to make this taste less awful.” evelyn grimaces at the blood bag before her, poking at it and watching as the pouch dips. her nose wrinkles at the plastic and stale material, knowing the taste won’t be much different. “i’m like... way too lazy to go out right now, honest.” she brings her gaze away from the bag to meet the slightly taller woman.

[everslasting]

— make deals with every devil in sight

starring: julia felicity laury ( @sacrilegisms​ ), evelyn yun setting: manhattan apartment party

it’s been some time since evelyn had booked a party gig like this — she feels like clubs are more of her forte — but she always appreciated the intimate energy that comes from these kinds of shows. arguably, a little more now if anything, thanks to her newest senses. and after all, this is the first intimate party she’s been to since being turned. the heat from the bodies felt ever more potent. the vibrations from the beats felt ever more electrifying. and all of it would’ve felt too overwhelming if she hadn’t experimented with heightening her senses before — if her dependency on substances during her time as a mortal was anything to go by.

but at this point, as she was increasingly getting a grip on controlling her cravings, evelyn just wanted to soak up the entire atmosphere. deciding to loosen up a little more before her set, she heads to the kitchen and grabs a glass from the cupboards — because even if she can be a bit trashy, you will never catch her drinking from a red solo cup. she was sure of it. mixing various liquids seamlessly (she was a mixologist in her past life and you can’t tell her otherwise), her fingers meet another’s — whose are equally as cold — as they both reach for the vodka. eyes instantly glancing up, she can’t control her exaggeratedly surprised features as she recognizes a familiar face. “wait... julia?” she asks in almost disbelief, mouth agape. and although there are clear signs of the other being in an immortal state reflecting her own via touch and smell, weirdly enough that’s not the first thing on her mind at the moment.

[everslasting]

— i’m a vessel in this place only tryna find my place

↳ with austin ( @taintedfm ), from here

a small smirk reaches across evelyn’s lips as her wish is granted and the other kisses her hand. what can she say? she’ll take any ego stroke she can get. “oh, so like i... think i overdosed at a party or something and i just like... woke up this way the next day. it’s been kind of amazing but also like really annoying sometimes, not gonna lie.” and that was absolutely an understatement. but evelyn decides she saves those details that she’s always excited to complain about for another day. “and my sire is like, blood-sworn and stuff so i’m here for now, basically.”

“oh my god, 101? austin, what the fuck...” the last part slips past her lips in more of a statement as her mouth gapes dramatically in classic evelyn style. “what are you going to do for it? that’s like... so big. you have to do something.” her eyes light up as she becomes increasingly invested with the idea of a hundred and first birthday party. after all, besides finding the number cute as fuck, she is kind of enthralled at the idea of a vampire birthday party. sue her.

[el-demaury]

[everslasting]

— dawn of the dead, blood ruby red

starring: julia felicity laury ( @sacrilegisms ), michel de la rue setting: midnight rose

admittedly, michel was more than a few drinks in. and when he’s intoxicated, the idea of causing a fair amount of good trouble only becomes more appealing. so, if he steps out for a few moments to trail a rare AB positive mortal, that’s only his and his drunkenly hungry ass’ business. but as soon as he pops back in, stain of his snack still on his lips, he feels the music pulsating through him more vividly than ever and makes his way to the sea of bodies on the dancefloor. and for a moment, in his alcohol-induced gaze, the sight almost reminds him of his nighttime gig at the nightclub. though, he was actually able to enjoy himself to the fullest and forfeit himself to the eclectic beats and energy of the array of immortals. before he realizes it, he moves his body deeper and deeper into the crowd until he finds a woman enjoying herself just as much as he was. he couldn’t help the slight grin that formed as he observed the way she was moving, almost becoming entranced by it. he follows her groove and matches it as he begins dancing behind her, testing the waters as he becomes increasingly closer and closer to her. “mm, nice costume.” he whispers in her ear.

[everslasting]

— way down the lane away, living for another day

starring: zaiden ‘zade’ hendricks ( @sacrilegisms​ ), michel de la rue setting: midnight rose

it felt a bit like deja vu as he entered the bar. almost. perhaps it was because he had already fed before entering more than once, adrenaline higher from the night’s festivities, but he was feeling good. better. more excited than last time, despite being surrounded once again by the vampire establishment. but honestly, even that wasn’t enough to bring down his high spirits as he leans on to the bar counter, waving down a bartender and asking for his signature drink with a scarlet letter. as he waits, a smirk spreads across his features as his ears pick up on a familiar cadence, turning his head to glance at the death dealer. when he thinks about it, the two’s relationship to this point has been as antagonistic as it has been comical and if there was one night he was going to extend an olive branch more fully, michel figures it would be tonight.

“fuck, are you following me?” he teases, grays meeting blues as his eyebrows pinch together in mock offense. thanking the bartender with a nod as he’s brought his drink, he clinks his glass against the other’s. “to being stalked by my best friend’s medieval boyfriend. santé.” he jokes once more, unable to help himself before taking a sip. “you think the best party of the night is here?” he asks after a couple beats, half interested to know the other’s grand halloween plans and make conversation, but also half curious to know if that truly was the case. because honestly, michel kind of just craved to be wherever the action was. or, for tonight at least.

[everslasting]

— hate me like no other lover, baby

↳ with miguel

                    It was still strange to be alone in a bar. Miguel had always been the textbook definition of a social butterfly, he liked being surrounded by people, in the middle of whatever was going on. Having all eyes on him was freeing in a way, he didn’t need to worry about anything else in those moments. But sitting at a bar all by himself was beginning to really bring a damper on his overall mood. He used to go out with his friends or with just his best friend and ever since the night he’d been turned he hadn’t really seen much of anyone.

                    At first it was because he thought Julia hadn’t survived the attack, but then once he found out she’d been changed as well, except she was now a vampire, he didn’t feel like he really belonged with the rest of his friends from before. The pack was nice though, Miguel was glad that they were as welcoming as they had been since everything had happened. He missed his family and now it was like he’d found a new one to be a part of.

                    The bar didn’t smell all that great, thanks to his supernatural senses now, but as someone came to stand next to him he immediately noticed a change in the air. It was rotted like something was dead or– a Vampire. Miguel realized as the man spoke, his voice was easy enough to hear over the noise in the bar and the young lycan didn’t know if that was because of his enhanced hearing or if that was just something vampires could do. Silence stretched between them for a moment and Miguel knew he looked more like a deer in headlights than anything else.

                    “Sure,” he responded with a bright smile to hide the way the hair on his arms was already standing up. He couldn’t tell if this vampire was friendly or not but the last time he’d come face to face with a vampire was the night he’d been turned and it seemed the memory wasn’t going to go away so easily when faced with another. “This seat is open as well if you’re- uh looking for one.” He added just a little awkwardly, gesturing to the open stool next to him.

michel brings his attention to the empty seat beside the lycan before releasing a light ‘ah,’ as he planted himself on the stool. a smirk is present as he waves down the bartender, signaling for additional two drinks. “can call me michel. by the way.” he introduces himself with a straightforward delivery and a bashful nod that follows, natural french accent on full display. and it feels a bit strange saying it, if only because he can’t say he’s met many new people as of late. let alone in such a forward way. "hm, so what are we celebrating?” he decides to ask, making conversation as he leans his forearms on the bar and brings his gaze to meet the other’s, getting a clearer picture of the young lycan’s features. and it only reassures michel further that he made the right decision sitting next to him. 

“end of the full moon or?” he follows up with as the bartender brings back the drinks, raising his own glass in a small ‘cheers’. figuring that hinting at his awareness of the stranger’s status and his slight understanding of it would put the other at ease a bit, he hopes it serves as a bit of a common ground, if anything. which he feels is a safe and good starting place, uncertain of how the other male might feel about the liberation, if anything at all. because he’s pretty sure he would’ve definitely remembered this face.

[everslasting]

— she tore it, look at that slime

starring: zah’ra ‘z’ amir ( @blasphemisms​ ), michel de la rue setting: halloween parade

there’s not much that michel looks forward to every year so consistently than halloween. perhaps it’s the high amount of intoxicated people roaming the streets — which tends to help make his compulsion easier to go through — or the way he's able to be closer to the most honest version of himself in public. and i mean, always having a costume on deck in the form of pointed teeth in hand was a nice touch, too. but truthfully, the occasion felt a little more special than usual as for one, he at least had someone to spend a good portion of it with. 

“ah, so should i be expecting a bark from you tonight, or?” he teases, chuckling as he nudges the smaller lycan slightly. “that’s how the full moon works, right?” and there’s a tone of sarcasm there, though the air of curiosity surrounding the joke rings true. though he’s steadily learned much about lycan culture through the liberation and hanging around various lycans, he can’t definitively say he knows much about the turning itself. and so honestly, the anticipation of her answer and learning more excites him and his curious spirit even more.

[renee--rapp]

[tastefullyoffensive]

[juliawvicker]

[theboldtype-gifs]

[bob-belcher]

Knives Out dir. Rian Johnson

[politedemon]

[sansgod]

[brittany-murphy]

It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia, PTSDee (S12E07)