#undead muses

[imbruedinfear-a]

@undead-muses​ || unasked for starter #928371

     —— “Thanks for using me~”

     He registers the words only after the door has closed behind the severely bruised femboy he’d invited over, and he chuckles once he realizes his asshole of a roommate probably heard them as well. That’s if he didn’t hear the entire thing, considering said femboy had gotten extremely loud, and they may have literally broken his dresser. Oops. It’s fine, they only went at it for five hours––

     “Morning, fucker.” Jeremiah’s voice is still way deeper than usual, even a bit rougher from the aftermath of his activities. Despite being in his usual t-shirt and ripped jeans for work, it was hard to miss the plethora scratches trailing down his bruised neck, across his arms, and peeking through shredded denim on his thighs. But hey, put a little eyeliner on, and the conservatives will care a lot more about your face than your sex. He strolls past Seth on the couch to open the fridge, and an annoyed growl sounds from low in his throat.

     “You ate my fucking pizza again?”

[kleinemeine-m]

      ❝ it’s very nice to see you again zach! ❞  the jeweler spoke up once spotting a familiar face on their walk. a bright smile upon their features.  ❝ how have things been for you? ❞

@undead-muses​ zach

[falselyimbruedinfear]

@undead-muses​ || you know the fucking meme i’m not linking it

Wasn’t that a surprise. In the middle of the night of all times, disheveled like they had just woken up. Of course they hadn’t. Couldn’t have been at a worst time, or maybe it was a lucky distraction. Raising an eyebrow at his peril, they crossed their arms. “ That sounds like a god awful idea, you know? Can you even reach it from here? ”

Imogen furrowed their eyebrow ( concern? skepticism? who knew ). They did only live on the second floor, but even so… Or perhaps it was inviting him into their flat that made them reluctant. Hesitating a moment, they ended up with a heavy sigh, stepping back and gesturing him in. “ Just don’t blame me if you fall and break your bloody legs. ”

       “Thanks so much, darling.” Hazel eyes roll in their sockets as he steps into their apartment, instantly turning a judging gaze towards the entire environment before it lingered back on the albino with an arched eyebrow. “You really don’t have a life.” Chuckling, he runs a hand through his hair before nodding towards the indoor plants. “You fuck yourself there the most. Bet.”

       Snickering, he moves through the place as if it’s his own, cutting right through it and throwing open the door to the balcony. “It’s only one floor up and one room over. If you can’t reach that with your giant fucking legs, you have a problem.” Or a fear of heights, once you factor in the fact he’s gonna have to jump through the air — even with his own giant fucking legs. “Hey fuckface,” he teases as he merely perches himself right on their outdoor banister. “This is where you fantasize the most, isn’t it? It’s just the right mix of public and risky.” Judging by their excitement in the middle of a park.

[descendant-slayer-of-evil]

The mother of vampires will rise!

[nipplexsalad-blog]

Yep, this guy seriously just got his foot stuck down the toilet. How? Well that was easy. Krieg had stepped upon it without closing the lid and his foot went into the basin and got stuck. He didn’t need a good reason for it, did he?

❝THE MEAT MAN’S MEAT HAUNCHES ARE SUCKED INTO THE ABYSS.❞

@undead-muses | meme;

[imbruedinfear-a]

@undead-muses

     –––––– “... You didn’t have to get the cops.”

     Granted, he knew they were the closest ( and probably only ) ones around, but it was a complete waste of time to get the fucking authorities over a little dispute that may have had just a bit of assault. And if he hadn’t known the bastards far too personally, he would’ve gone to jail right with that motherfucker. It would’ve been better if they’d stayed out of it. Who cared if he ended up dying? At least then, Ezra wouldn’t have to worry––

     “And you keep glancing at me.” With a sigh, he runs a hand through his hair and sinks down into his seat. Sure, his eye was definitely swollen and blurred, he was no doubt covered in bruises, wouldn’t be surprised if there was semen keeping pieces of his hair stuck together, his ankle is definitely screwed, his rib is assuredly broken but he aggressively insisted on not going to the hospital.. It’s not a pretty sight, but it’s not that goddamn wild, is it?

     They’re the only ones in the subway’s cart, sitting directly across from each other, and it’s terribly awkward. The albino is giving off nothing but panic and worried mother hen vibes, and those are the top things he doesn’t want to deal with. Ezra will give him e-fucking-nough of them. And he’s salty as fuck those bastards forcibly called him, not that he doubts Imogen would’ve done the same. He’s fine. He’s fucking fine. Even if breathing is a bitch and everything hurts and he can’t remember how he even got to that park in the first place.

     “Listen.” With a little huff and a flinch, he sits himself upright again and crosses his arms over his chest. “We’re both going to pretend you didn’t see us before he started hitting me. Because I know you saw, and it doesn’t take a genius to figure out I’m a whore. Ezra doesn’t need to fucking know. Okay?”

[imbruedinfear-a]

@undead-muses || vampire buddies

     It’s been weeks. Not that he has any issue with the other staying here, though he was the tiniest bit smug about being correct on how hard it is to get a home from nothing, but it was interesting to come home from work and smell the bloodsplatter. Humming, he sips his coffee as the door to the other’s room opens, and he glances up to see them slinking out with cleaning supplies and a seemingly filled trash bag. Well, apparently his assumption was correct.

     —— “The dumpster in the alley goes in just an hour.”

     Helping someone get rid of suspicious items? Absolutely not. Helping someone get rid of trash as quickly as possible? Yes. Shifting so he can fold his legs beneath him on the chair he was sitting on, he quietly eats his ramen while Whoever finishes up their cleaning chores. It’s not until they’ve returned, presumably reaching into the kitchen’s lower cupboard for the cat food, that the professor speaks again. “You know I can smell the blood loss, right?” Just making sure you’re not an idiot.

[imbruedinfear-a]

@undead-muses || bold to assume i won’t actually spam you with starters :) pt 3

     “Don’t move.”

     Now, maybe someone would warn the other before setting a baby in their lap. But he moved at the fucking pace of a sloth, and he probably wouldn’t even register her words before she’d placed the infant down. Humming, Eto made sure Vishaal was balanced and sitting up on his own before entirely moving her hands away, setting a small plate filled with puffs on Amon’s opposite leg.

     “Here. Watch your son for five minutes and make sure he doesn’t fucking choke.” The elf places a kiss to the baby’s head before leaving without another word, leaving the two alone for the literal first time. With a small noise, the child looks up at Amon with sleepy curiosity before turning his attention to the plate, clumsily taking hold of a single puff and going to eat it before stopping, looking back up at the other with confusion, and raising it up higher as if to offer the tiny snack.