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HARKCR

Ind. Priv. Sel. Dracula-based Multimuse. Featuring Jonathan Harker and Jeremy Murray.

Book, Headcanon and Adaptation Influences

ABOUT // RULES

#ooc #{Self-promo}

heavensghost

I kinda need a hug but I’d rather DIE than let anyone know I am a human being that desperately craves intimacy

#{c: jeremy}#//Jeremy Murray Vs Human Intimacy #//Human Affection

((Every time I hype myself for replies, another deadline lands in my lap. And I love it, but also.

I want to write for my poor terrible angry man, and his poor sad traumatised ancestor. Someone let me do that, please.))

#also I lost a lot of followers recently and I’m so so sorry #I’ve noticed I’ve been unfollowed from a lot of old mutuals and I’m??#worried about refollowing

@governmentofficial out there convincing me to write a Hunger Games verse

#ooc #//Johnny strikes me as a Doing Very Badly former winner #//Jeremy builds monsters

governmentofficial

harkcr:

Jeremy didn’t miss the small barrage of names, dropped into the conversational pool like pebbles into a deep dark pond. Their presence rippled the surface, disturbing the newly-asserted presence. Jeremy’s eyebrows rose, partially impressed, partially incredulous. What had he expected of his friend, after all these years? Was he truly surprised to witness the older Mycroft, or was he simply gazing down a path that had begun, for both of them, further back than either man would admit?

How much did they look like their damned fathers right now?

“And so I take it the government still has no desire to purchase a vampire from us?” Jeremy’s lip twitched. “Pity, we could do with the freezer space.”

It was a joke, insofar as Jeremy could joke about anything these days, but only just. His neck prickled. He wouldn’t have touched the specimens in the Foundation basement if his life depended on it, and he certainly had no intention of setting them loose. He sighed.

“…Frankly, Mycroft, we need funds. We’ve needed funding since the fucking 70′s, and that’s on building maintenance alone. God only knows how decrepid our equipment is. How my father managed to run this place with any degree of competency is beyond me.”

Well, Mycroft certainly had no desire to purchase a vampire. Those he worked with were another story entirely, but there was little point in attempting to explain to every single figure that entered through the revolving door of politicians exactly why they shouldn’t aim to unleash an unnatural monster upon the world, no matter exactly how good an idea it may seem in the moment.

Money was an easy trade. Mycroft would certainly be willing to arrange funding in return for information and assistance, especially considering that he very much doubted that the other man would go back on his word. He knew Jeremy. Yes, he was different now - they both were - but old bonds did not vanish overnight, and Mycroft did not believe that his former friend had it in him to lie to his face.

“Yes, I had noticed the state of your facilities when I entered,” he replied - not unkindly, but rather simply commenting on an observation he had made. “I’ve also noticed that you could do with a friend in Westminster. Somebody that is willing to negotiate on your behalf, that you can trust to have your best interests at heart.”

Not that Mycroft would necessarily always be doing that, mind you. If it suited him to do something else, he would, because it would very likely suit him due to some kind of greater good. However, as it currently stood, he and Jeremy’s aims seemed to align rather well.

“I would want information in return,” he then went on to say. “Nothing too outrageous, of course. I would merely want reassurance about the matters that your organisation deal with.”

harkcr

Jeremy paused. His eyes narrowed. Now there was no trace of the younger Jeremy in his expression-- just profound suspicion, and a deep, unhappy reluctance.

“...What kind of information?” he asked.

What kind of reassurance?

There was a second subject, sharp on the edges of any exchange between parties In the Know. Past the charitable donations and festering undead, past the horrors they kept in cold storage, past even the live specimens occasionally dropped inside the glass cage for review. The Jonathan Harker Foundation had been built on the bedrock of a single ideal, a single bloody name:

Count- fucking- Dracula.

Jeremy was under no illusions as to how long they had been searching, and how little they had to show for it. The Walking Undead were horrifying enough, but if Mycroft expected a monthly report on that particular ongoing failure...

“Because regrettably, Mycroft,” he added. “I deal with our information, and trust me when I tell you just how profoundly mind-numbing it is to read.”

#governmentofficial #{c: jeremy}#{The foundation}#{Q}

harkcr

HARKCR

Ind. Priv. Sel. Dracula-based Multimuse. Featuring Jonathan Harker and Jeremy Murray.

Book, Headcanon and Adaptation Influences

ABOUT // RULES

#{self-promo}#//I need to make a new one of these #{Q}

anedendarkly:

MJ took a step back when the first click of the latch reached his ears. Of every expectation, not one possibility had been seeing Jeremy’s face, feeling every fiber of his being beg to move forward and cup his face. This wasn’t Jonathan. Whatever this was… whomever that was, was gone. For now.

A hand reached forward and hovered in hesitation. He was waiting for something. Something more. Permission to touch. God, that was so fucking stupid.

His hand fell, and before whatever the fuck was happening rounded back, gently pushed through the door, brushing shoulders.

What to do. What to do. He took in the scent of the room. He didn’t know what he was looking for, other than understanding. The scent of a demon? He should have thought of that first.

Cleaning products, yesterday’s food. What did Jeremy like? He knew what calmed, attracted. The room began to fill with the scent of vanilla and lavender.

“Gonna explain what just happened?”

The overwhelming relief at seeing MJ dissipated as the vampire moved deeper past the doorway, leaving Jeremy blinking and dishevelled. As with any shared moment together, the sensation passed as quickly as a dream; a momentary lapse in tension, as if the world had suddenly righted itself, become proper and real and whole again.

He’d called MJ here for a reason. He needed him here. And not simply for his expertise, no matter how deeply Jeremy tried to delude himself.

Jeremy’s had never been an especially inviting apartment: no pictures on the walls-- save for an especially tepid watercolour of a ship at sea, the waters turquoise against the vessel’s off-cream sails-- no knick-knacks or framed photographs to create familiar clutter. Plain and austere, It was a place furnished as if the owner intended to leave at any moment, very happily, any day now. A state occupied by Jeremy since he’d arrived over two decades ago.

He’d lapsed in recent days; curtains drawn, plates in the sink, his suit jacket still flung over the arm of an askew sofa. Now, the apartment had the breathless air of something left sitting for too long in the sun. A place over-occupied, over-used. But it only served to worsen the aesthetic, not alter it.

Jeremy closed his eyes. A lingering sense of time told him that barely five minutes had passed between his lapses in consciousness. More than enough time for...anything.

“...what did you hear?” he asked.

#anedendarkly #{c: jeremy}#{In The Blood}

tatisources

- 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑

❝ Being your friend should come with a warning label. ❞

❝ It’s amateurs like you who give kidnapping a bad game. ❞

❝ Are you mansplaining my power? ❞

❝ Emotion isn’t exactly your strong suit. ❞

❝ I don’t believe in heaven or hell, but I do believe in revenge. ❞

❝ Those who forget history are doomed to repeat it. ❞

❝ There’s nothing quite like the feeling of being proven right. ❞

❝ Because trust and cooperation have always been the hallmarks of our relationship. ❞

❝ Anytime I grow nauseous at the sight of a rainbow or hear a pop song that makes my ears bleed, I’ll think of you. ❞

❝ I’ve learned so much from you. Part of it is admittedly criminal behavior. ❞

❝ Not hugging is kind of our thing. ❞

❝ When the dance floor calls, you gotta answer. ❞

❝ Typically I have great admiration for well-executed revenge plots, but yours was a bit extreme, even for my high standards. ❞

❝ Except I won’t cry and whine like a child. ❞

❝ I can’t believe you were in a secret society and didn’t tell me. ❞

❝ You brought a gun to a sword fight. Probably the first smart decision you’ve made today. ❞

❝ Emotion equals weakness. ❞

❝ I find social media to be a soul sucking void of meaningless affirmation. ❞

❝ These are all traits of great writers. And serial killers. ❞

❝ Sometimes I act like I don’t care if people like me. Deep down, I secretly enjoy it. ❞

❝ I like to win. Is that so wrong? ❞

❝ For the record, I don’t believe that I’m better than everyone else, just that I’m better than you. ❞

❝ Use the words ‘little’ and 'girl’ to address me again and I can’t guarantee your safety. ❞

❝ If he breaks your heart, I’ll nail gun his. ❞

❝ You guys are making me nauseous. Not in a good way. ❞

❝ When I look at you, the following emojis come to mind: rope, shovel, hole. ❞

❝ You know the old saying, never bring a knife to a sword fight. Unless it’s concealed. ❞

❝ Secrets are like zombies, they never truly die. ❞

❝ Tears don’t fix anything. So I vowed to never do it again. ❞

❝ Please, flattery will get you nowhere. ❞

❝ I’m not friend material, let alone more-than-friend material. I will ignore you, stomp on your heart, and always put my needs and interests first. ❞

❝ Every day is all about me. This one just comes with cake and a bad song. ❞

❝ Emotions are a gateway trait. They lead to feelings, which trigger tears. I don’t do tears.❞

❝ It’s either they write our story or we do. You can’t have it both ways. ❞

❝ I don’t need your help or your pity. I already have a mother and a therapist. That’s enough torture, even for me. ❞

❝ I don’t bury hatchets. I sharpen them. ❞

❝ Friends are a liability and can be exploited. That makes them weaknesses. ❞

‘ you think you’re so clever. ’

Jeremy’s ears reddened. From anyone else that statement might have sounded accusatory, almost insulting, but Jeremy had known his friend long enough to understand Mycroft’s unique turn of phrase by now.

At least, he liked to hope so.

“...Well...” he began, trying to sound pragmatic. “I mean, I’m not-not clever.”

#governmentofficial #{c: jeremy}#{teen!verse}#{q}

kingsmemes

「 RP MEME : DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN. 」 * change pronouns as needed.

‘ there’s something i need to tell you… ’

‘ what the fuck are you doing? ’

‘ i’m sorry, ___. you shouldn’t have gotten caught up in all this. ’

‘ you did what you were designed to do. ’

‘ i need to leave this place and discover who i am. ’

‘ is there you want to know about me? ’

‘ i’ve learned a lot since i met you. ’

‘ i’ll never forget what you’ve done for me. ’

‘ forget about me. you do what you have to do. ’

‘ you’re asking me to betray my people? ’

‘ can i ask you a personal question? ’

‘ i’m certainly going to miss our bromance. ’

‘ statistically speaking there’s always a chance for unlikely events to take place. ’

‘ when it fired, i felt it die. like i was dying. i was scared. ’

‘ what if we’re on the wrong side? ’

‘ i’m worth a small fortune. ’

‘ just say ‘ i killed him! ’ is that so hard? ’

‘ just don’t put any more evidence in your mouth. got it? ’

‘ maybe you did the right thing. ’

‘ why did you shoot me last night? ’

‘ promise me you’ll never go! ’

‘ i always accomplish my mission. ’

‘ you look human. you sound human. but what are you really? ’

‘ you have no freedom than you did before. ’

‘ i can’t be happy if she’s not. ’

‘ i like dogs. ’

‘ what a bunch of idiots. ’

‘ at least we didn’t come here for nothing. ’

‘ everything i touch turns to dust. ’

‘ the mission is all that matters. ’

‘ this is a great day for our people. ’

‘ have you never wondered what you really are? ’

‘ are you afraid to die? ’

anedendarkly

harkcr:

Relief flooded Jonathan’s chest, mingled with the slightest twinge of disappointment.

“Oh, it’s…it’s nothing…”

It terrified him, with its endless dark halls and unknowable technologies, but wasn’t there part of him that wanted the Foundation? That longed for an audience with a familiar face, an understanding power, to learn how his beloved Mina had fared in the time following his—

Jonathan pushed back that particular train of thought.

He had to focus.

In the brief moments he found himself in the driving seat, he’d begun to concoct a plan. It was fervent and half-formed, driven by the same grim determination that had seen Jonathan Harker claw his way out of the grave over a century prior, but it gave him something to cling to, something to ground him, even as the world roared past.

He needed allies. He needed friends.

Anything to hunt down a vampire.

The resolve sent a flicker of awareness through the back of his mind; anger and resentment shot through with something almost like fear. Jonathan forced it down, searching in the gloomy hallway for the unfamiliar door bolt.

“But…but you’re a friend of Jeremy’s?” he asked, as his fingers found the latch.

MJ nodded slowly, looking as confused as one would be, having a conversation on the other side of a door, standing in the middle of a hallway.

“Right.” Patience was rarely his strong suit. Just needed as much of that in his favor until that door… just needed to get that door open. There was much to admire about Jeremy, but the reality was, he was a larger man. He could push his way in and - he didn’t want this to escalate. Not like that.

“I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t.” His smile was teasing, assuming this Jonathan was looking. Keeping his body language as open and friendly as possible.

A thought occurred to him. What if this wasn’t supernatural? What if this was some kind of split personality? Just because he was undead didn’t make everything a spook. Jeremy hadn’t mentioned playing along. He’d wanted an interrogation. What remained of his stomach began doing flips.

“Ya sound like him. Y’all cousins? Can’t be brothers. He’d’a told me ‘bout ya.”

harkcr

Jonathan managed a dry little laugh “...Not brothers, no. I-I fear the matter is rather more complicated than that...”

Could he have sold that lie? It was still his face staring back at him in the mirror, still his own voice ringing in his ears. The lines of his old self drew tightly enough around this new one that it was both a relief and a new kind of horror to contemplate.

Twins, then. And he could almost believe this body was his own...

The spark of resentment flared again, despite Jonathan’s best attempts to quell it. He grasped the handle, forcing the door open as the sensation rose around him, clawing him back down with a desperation bordering on hysteria.

No.

-- and then it was Jeremy who opened the door, staggering in the sudden new position, his hand clasping the frame for support. He’d been making for the door when he lost the reins, but the blank span of time between crossing the hallway and now was just long enough to turn his stomach.

He focused on the familiar silhouette in front of him. A flash of confusion crossed his face, followed by horror, then a spark of anger, settling at last on a deep terrible relief.

“...Mj.” he whispered.

#anedendarkly #{c: jeremy}#{c: Jonathan}#{In The Blood}#{Q}

kxllerblond

Clark was not a comforting presence by any means, but he was a steady one. A RELIABLE one. For better or worse, the cambion was usually the last left to turn to and lean upon.

So, he stood there quietly with his blank look of nothing in particular and let the vampire stumble and choke over his words with no real coherent end in sight. He did not sneer, he did not console, he simply existed there to be spoken at until Jeremy stumbled off towards the bathroom.

Satisfied with an cut and dry signal that the interaction had ended, he moved off to get busy with the very tasks he'd set for himself. The first was to leave a mismatched pair of casual loungewear outside the door. Clark did not often have company over to his personal residence, but there had been enough it seemed for him to have a small hoard of leftover items he now used as spares for any other houseguests that found their way through his doors.

The sun-proofing was double-checked and, finally, Clark put in a voicemail for some contact he seemed to have at a local donation clinic-—leaving nothing more than a: 'I'm calling in my favor. Call me back when you receive this, please.'

cont (x) @harkcr

harkcr

It was some time before Jeremy reappeared in the doorway. Still pale and hollow-eyed, but now shower-ruffled and free of his musty grey suit, he looked even less like the Mr Murray of years past, but perhaps a touch more human than he had all evening.

“...Got lost,” he said, flashing Clark a thin little smile. “I'd ask how you navigate this damned place, but frankly I think my dignity’s taken enough of a pummeling tonight. ”

There was no trace of the splinter that had appeared an hour or so before. Whatever small crack had split Jeremy’s thin facade, it had been dragged successfully back into the dark. There would be no heartfelt sobbing on Clark’s well-tailored shoulder tonight.

Hunger gnawed at the base of his throat.

He’d joked before, but it struck Jeremy now just how glad he was that demonic blood provoked nothing in him but mild disgust. Had he the mind or the stomach-- had he ever possessed the analytical bend required for it-- he might have wondered why that was. What Undead survival instinct propelled the need for organic over supernatural food sources.

Perhaps it was simply easier to find.

“...I suppose it’s too much to ask where exactly we are?” he added, to push away that particular thought. He motioned to the wall, as if encompassing the unseen outside world. “Can’t imagine it’s another crossroads.”

#kxllerblond #{c: jeremy}#{Reverse!Foundation}#{vampire!au}#{Q}

merchantofwhispers

harkcr:

Jeremy swallowed, staring at his hands as the car moved from the curb out into traffic. The world roared past, flashes of neon lights and glinting metal, cars and shops and petrol stations passing in the blink of an eye, all as if in punctuation to Gemina’s statement; as indifferent to their presence as the cold winter clouds.

…He was frightened of himself. He was frightened of everything— had been frightened of everything since he was a child; vampirism had not gifted Jeremy that particular torment— but the dull persistent terror of Self, sharp at the base of his neck even when he felt his most normal, stung as much as any vampiric bite. Not for the first time, his unlikely rescuer had grasped Jeremy’s turmoil and nailed it to the wall, skewering the heart of what he’d considered personal and unreplicable horrors.

There was, he realised, far more to her than there had ever been to him, alive or undead. Perhaps immortality granted everyone that insight, with time.

“…every time I think I’ve understood you, Gemina,” he murmured, almost smiling. “You manage to surprise me.”

“Be careful, Mr. Murray. I might think you’ve taken a liking to me and we just simply can’t have that.” Gemina teased him quietly while closing her eyes. She tensed as the car turned onto the ramp, their speed gaining as they approached the highway. “You know I’ve lived a very long time,” she admitted with a soft laugh, “sometimes it feels like the people I’ve been were never truly me. It’s like a collection of fun little stories of a different woman each time and yet here I am all those centuries later. A little old woman with an antique store, an apartment, and a British man for a roommate. Sounds absurdly normal now, doesn’t it?”

Reopening her eyes and turning to look at Jeremy with a soft smile, her sharp teeth far too large for her mouth concealed behind her lips for once. “I-.. Suppose I owe you my own trauma just as you’ve had to bare yours.” Gemina tried to extend that favor, at least. She decided then to offer herself up in vulnerability, for better or worse. “You know I was afraid of you.” She admitted while fidgeting with her fingers. “I thought for sure you were just like the others, that your little foundation was going to do to me what they’d done to me before. All I could imagine was the pain I’d endured, how I felt that I’d already paid my dues. Every sin I’ve ever committed bled onto the floor for the sake of mans curiosity. They’d kept bright lights in my eyes to make sure I couldn’t see, they’d starve me so I was just weak enough to not be able to heal myself while desperate enough to do as I was told. If I disobeyed they would take a torch to me, burning my feet and hands so that I wouldn’t be able to fight anymore. I was just another animal to them, locked in a cage to be experimented on until I went mad.”

Her hands trembled for a moment before she took a deep breath. “I was scared of you and the only defense I had was to make sure you were just as afraid of me. I needed to know that you were too afraid to interact with me, that your companions were too afraid of me. That’s why I left that note in your office and why I didn’t cause a stir when leaving. I just wanted to be left alone.” After clenching her jaw, she turned to look at him with a sullen stare. “Perhaps if I had stayed in that cage you might not be here with me now. Whoever sold their souls to damn yours might have learned better from my presence. After all, I built my fortune on damning men like you once.”

harkcr

Jeremy at least had the good graces to wince– or was that for his own sake? They had guessed a fraction of Gemina’s story for her state when they brought her in. The old scars, the long-healed wounds, the sharpened fingernails tapping on their bulletproof glass. But to understand it now– to consider it properly…

“…we would never have done that to you,” he muttered. “I know it makes little bloody difference now, but I would never have allowed that, Gemina. You were–...” A what? A specimen? A stopgap on a long and terrible road to capturing the very worst thing in the world. Or so it had always seemed.

“...Frankly you had every damned right to do what you did.”

Jeremy stared at his hands, struggling to articulate the linking thought. “When they—“ He closed his eyes and motioned, as if to distance himself from the fact of his own body. “After I—“ He couldn’t say it, even now. Jeremy Murray was not a man accustomed to bearing his own soul. He had always thought himself straightforward, always pragmatic, but it was a pragmatism hidden behind walls of sarcasm and spite. He swallowed.

“—They put me in the cage,” he managed at last.

He gave Gemina a humorless little smile, revealing a flash of his own needle-sharp fangs. There was a slight redness to them, just a shade darker than the rest of his teeth. “First time I’d seen that fucking room from the inside…”

He paused again, licking lips that were suddenly bone dry. Something dark and red and awful lurked in those first horrible months of Jeremy’s undeath. Something twisting and ravenous, willing to tear the world apart with its own fingernails, if it had to.

Nobody enjoys a joke more than a vampire. Nobody enjoys the intricacies of a little show.

“… didn’t let me out for almost a month.” He finished, drawing himself upright. Until he promised to behave. Do their paperwork. Keep all the little cogs of the Foundation turning. Understood what would happen if he kicked up a fuss.

“It was built as a holding cell, nothing more. Nothing fucking more.”

#merchantofwhispers #{C:Jeremy}#{Reverse Foundation}#{Vampire!AU}#{Q}

((Sorry for the delay! Ended up with a big writing deadline that I’ve just now sent off. I’ll be dealing with replies again very shortly!))

#ooc #tbd

classsymemes

a comprehensive list of scenarios

feel free to combine multiple prompts or add “ + reverse ” to switch roles ! for reference, the one sending in the prompt is the one committing the action.

1. GUEST : for one muse to offer the other a place to stay. 2. STORM : for both muses to find shelter from a severe storm. 3. MEDIC : for one muse to show up at the other’s doorstep injured. 4. SURPRISE : for one muse to come home and find the other already inside. 5. TRIP : for both muses to road trip or travel together. 6. BABYSIT : for one muse to help the other home while they’re drunk. 7. INSOMNIA : for one muse to find the other still awake at 3am. 8. AMBUSH : for both characters to come under attack by the same enemy. 9. DANCE : for one muse to ask the other to dance at a party. 10. STRANDED : for one muse to help the other who’s stranded on the road. 11. SERVICE : for one muse to cover the cost of something for the other. 12. SAFEGUARD : for one muse to save the other from being hit by a vehicle or from some other life-threatening event. 13. DAZE : for one muse to wake somewhere and find the other hovering over them. 14. STOWAWAY : for one muse to find the other hiding on the same ship. 15. TAXI : for both muses to share the same taxi ride. 16. MAKEOVER : for one muse to help the other with a new outfit or hairstyle. 17. LIFEGUARD : for one muse to rescue the other from drowning. 18. DISASTER : for both muses to work together to escape a fire, flood, or other disaster. 19. TRANSIT : for one muse to sit next to the other on a public transport. 20. SPRAIN : for one muse to carry the other after spraining their ankle. 21. EMPLOY : for one muse to be hired as the other’s bodyguard, tutor, assistant, etc. 22. QUEST : for one muse to help the other with a task in exchange for compensation. 23. SOOTHE : for one muse to calm the other during a panic attack. 24. RECOVER : for one muse to return the other’s lost belonging. 25. UMBRELLA : for one muse to share their umbrella with the other on a rainy day. 26. HEAL : for one muse to nurse the other back to health from a sickness or injury. 27. NIGHTMARE : for one muse to comfort the other after a nightmare. 28. REUNION : for one muse to run into the other again after a long time. 29. PRIZE : for one muse to win the other a prize at a carnival. 30. NUDE : for one muse to walk in on the other while they’re changing. 31. BED : for both muses to wake in the same bed, naked or fully clothed. 32. TRAIL : for one muse to notice the other has been following them. 33. EVADE : for one muse to pull the other into an alleyway to escape their pursuer. 34. THIEF : for one muse to confront the other after having something stolen by them. 35. CAUGHT : for one muse to walk in on the other singing / dancing. 36. FESTIVE : for both muses to decorate for a special occasion. 37. PRESENT : for one muse to give the other a (birthday) gift. 38. WEARY : for one muse to wake up after falling asleep on the other. 39. CAPTIVE : for one muse to hold the other against their will. 40. SNAP : for one muse to yell at or push the other out of frustration. 41. SLEEPOVER : for one muse to stay the night at the other’s place. 42. TRESPASS : for one muse to trespass on the other’s property. 43. BREAK-IN : for one muse to discover the other robbing their place. 44. MERCY : for both muses to come across an injured animal. 45. UNKNOWN : for both muses to wake and find themselves in a strange place. 46. ACCOMPLICE : for one muse to assist the other at the scene of a crime. 47. ASTRAY : for both muses to take a detour and lose their way. 48. RELAX : for both muses to share a hot tub or hot spring. 49. MUSE : for one muse to model for the other’s art project. 50. ACCOMPANY : for one muse to give the other an extra ticket to an event. 51. SALVAGE : for one muse to retrieve the other’s belongings from a thief. 52. MEAL : for both muses to prepare and share a meal together. 53. CEMETERY : for one muse to find the other at a gravestone. 54. REFUGE : for one muse to shelter the other from enemies. 55. ARRANGED : for both muses to date or marry out of convenience. 56. FAVOR : for one muse to owe the other a favor. 57. VACATION : for both muses to book the same hotel on vacation. 58. DEFEND : for one muse to save the other from one or multiple assailants. 59. CATCH : for one muse to return the other’s pet that escaped. 60. RESTRICTED : for both muses to sneak into someplace they’re not supposed to be.

vamp1r3luv3r-deactivated2024092

evil vampires ✅

sympathetic vampires ✅

gross and icky vampires ✅

hot and alluring, tempting vampires ✅

romantic, soft vampires ✅

cruel, sadistic vampires ✅

goofy & dumb vampires ✅

vampires who hate being what they are ✅

vampires who have thrown out their humanity entirely ✅

we don’t discriminate here. i love them all. i like keeping evil vampires in my basement to observe.

#//Jeremy Murray would never #//HOWEVER.#//he does keep vampires in his basement #//at least fifteen of them

anedendarkly

harkcr:

“I-I’m not joking, actually, I assure you.” Despite his yearning for conversation, Jonathan couldn’t shake the certainty he was being mocked. He swallowed. The man on the other side of the door didn’t appear threatening, but in Jonathan’s experience this accounted for almost nothing. He’d met monsters in the guise of men, and worse besides. His hand crept towards the lock.

“Uh…Jonathan,” he added, reluctantly. “Jonathan Harker.” There was, he’d swiftly learned, no place in this new reality for falsehoods. He lacked the capacity, the understanding, and most importantly the willpower to present as anything more than himself, and even that was a tentative thing most days.

A thought struck him, even as the words left his mouth.

“You’re…you’re not from the Foundation, are you?”

Duel-colored eyes watched the peephole. Easy does it his only revolving thought.

“Jonathan,” he repeated, nodding to himself. Why did that name sound familiar? Someone Jeremy might have mentioned? A name from the Foundation? What was he thinking? This was Jeremy. He didn’t want to be caught staring off into space in the middle of contemplating. He needed to think fast. Anything to get him through the door. After that, he’d make a different plan.

His thick brows gently knit. His head turned and then shook as both shoulders raised. Calm and casual.

“What’s that?”

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Relief flooded Jonathan’s chest, mingled with the slightest twinge of disappointment.

“Oh, it’s…it’s nothing...”

Jonathan pushed back that particular train of thought.

He had to focus.

He needed allies. He needed friends.

Anything to hunt down a vampire.

The resolve sent a flicker of awareness through the back of his mind; anger and resentment, shot through with something almost like fear. Jonathan forced it down, searching in the gloomy hallway for the unfamiliar door bolt.

“But...but you’re a friend of Jeremy’s?” he asked, as his fingers found the latch.

#anedendarkly #{c: Jonathan}#{In The Blood}#{q}

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