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[untilthcyrot]

♡ ───── UNTILTHCYROT. An independent and semi-selective multi muse written featuring canons and ocs from various fandoms, mostly that of the supernatural / horror / paranormal. Mature content will be found here so please be advised. Triggers are usually tagged accordingly. Please do not interact if you are a personal blog or a minor, you will be blocked. Written by Christina, 32, she/her. Discord is for mutuals @ razzamatazz. carrd (rules & muses) & memes & starters & starter calls & wish list.

Affiliated with these butterflies: @cannibr4t & @freakarus & @chaos--mode & @s-unfleur & @sardonicviking & @applesdrowned . I can also be found on @jundlcndwastes.

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OOC. So I’ve been thinking a lot about this blog and what I want to do with it. I’m thinking about revamping/moving blogs, but if I do, I’m only going to take half of my muses with me. I mean right now I know I’m taking 6 for certain, 3 I’m on the fence about. I’m just at a point where I’m busy with life and I can’t always focus on being on my laptop, and I want to write muses I’m very connected to, as well as ones that others have actually shown interest in. That doesn’t mean I won’t write them on discord cause I’m totally and always down for that. But that’s just where my head is at right now. I’ll give it more thought.

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secret starter call so i can attempt activity again

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just thinking about my son will byers a lot lately and i'm like, what if i wrote him? despite my sporadic activity.

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[rayofsunshinc]

❝You do sweet and charming really well.❞ Cassidy teased, grabbing that hand to place a kiss against the back of it before she could slip away.

He'd never really seen himself in this kind of situation either. Well, he had an idea that other vampires existed, of course, but he'd never even met any others, much less co-conspired with them. It was kind of thrilling, the idea of it all.

But for the sake of their skins, and any others like them, this guy had to go.

He grinned at her and saluted. He would keep a look out, but it was quiet out. The sun was almost completely down, leaving that pretty purple-blue tone on everything. The bugs and frogs would've been singing if they weren't in the middle of the city.

Cassidy kept smoking his cigarette. His eyes narrowed and ears perked up for the sounds of Nadja emerging back into the night with their victim. Sometimes a meal tasted nicer with revenge.

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After she stepped into the establishment and spared a glance around the place, it wasn't hard to spot the VAMPIRE HUNTER in question. After that, she kept her eyes away from him, not wanting to make it obvious that she knew who he was or what she was. From what she knew about him so far, he was a mean bastard with a knack for torturing vampires. It made her wonder (and be wary of) how well he could spot them.

She kept a reasonable distance from him at first and played the part of some random human girl sitting at the bar alone and having a drink. She made sure that their eyes briefly met, turning back to her half-empty glass with an awkward little smile. That's when he made his move, and she knew she had him. Hook, line, and sinker.

After that, she did exactly what she told Cassidy she'd do - be sweet and charming, which was enough to convince the distracted hunter that there was nothing to worry about when she suggested they leave the bar together and go somewhere else. He probably assumed they'd go back to her place. Nadja had other plans when they stepped out into the dark and knew Cassidy's eyes were watching from the shadows.

[retriibutions]

grushenka doesn't know of any who chose the life they lead. lycanthropy and vampirism were forced on people against their own will, more often than not. according to the old stories, even marcus and william probably did not have choices either in what they became. the first of two long, cursed lines of existence.

she gestures for the vampire to sit, to join the firelight. once, she had been a slave to vampire kind and for a while after, had hated them. but a thousand years had passed and given her much perspective on it all. "he was attacked. by vampires, lycans, humans. too many things have happened to him. i watch out for him now - until we find the one he belongs with," she smiles softly.

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Nadja found a spot to sit, keeping herself at a reasonable distance from the pair. Still, she felt assured that the woman didn't mean her any harm, or else she could have reacted with malicious intent as soon as Nadja came across their path. Her attention remained on the man who was battered beyond comprehension, and, according to the stranger, had made more than one enemy out in the world. Everything seemed to want a piece of him, making him a curious character.

❝ What would so many creatures want with him? ❞ The vampire discreetly inhaled his scent, finding it unlike any one creature she had crossed before. It was familiar yet pungent. ❝ What is he? ❞ She asked, brown eyes flickering to the woman.

[promptshelf]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇.

› prompts from rachel gillig's novel the knight and the moth (2025). feel free to tweak as you see fit , bartholomew.

❛ you don’t have to be good, or useful, for someone to care about you. ❜

❛ when you do the right thing for the wrong reason, no one praises you. ❜

❛ we all want to be special.”

❛ what is right and wrong depends entirely on the story you’re living in. ❜

❛ which is more intricate? the designs of men, trying to reach gods, or that of gods, trying to reach men? ❜

❛ people who love you for your usefulness don't love you at all. ❜

❛ you want to throw me down. ❜

❛ i, prideful, disdainful, godless. ❜

❛ i want to drag you into the dirt with me. ❜

❛ you know this story, (name,) though you do not remember it. ❜

❛ to tell a story is in part to tell a lie, isn't it? ❜

❛ it's hard to see who i am when i am lost in what's expected of me. ❜

❛ fear not, (name!) every day has its dog. ❜

❛ if you only ever look up at something, can you ever see it clearly? ❜

❛ it is easier, swearing ourselves to someone else's cause than to sit with who we are without one. ❜

❛ take my hand, you strange little creature. ❜

❛ it sounds awful when i say it out loud. ❜

❛ you are more special than you realize. ❜

❛ i would do anything for you. ❜

❛ i cannot decide which i like best. the sunrise, or the sunset. ❜

❛ i was losing my faith in everything. ❜

❛ the two of us meeting… it felt almost divine. ❜

❛ i think her quite the bitch. ❜

❛ how undignified. ❜

❛ did anyone see me fall? ❜

❛ i want someone to see me. ❜

❛ i want it to be you. ❜

❛ no honor among thieves, and even less among gods. ❜

❛ i’ll do anything you ask of me. ❜

❛ if i were beside myself, there would be two of me ❜

❛ oh, (name.) he's dreamy. ❜

❛ do you want to know how it ends? ❜

❛ does it end? ❜

❛ it ends when you kiss me. ❜

❛ why do we do these things to ourselves? ❜

❛ you’re an incomparable fiend, (name.) a truly accomplished asshole. ❜

❛ i’d like you better if you were on your back again. ❜

❛ it is not like me to be the bearer of bad tidings. ❜

❛ am i all that you imagined? ❜

❛ your hands are marked by the blood of my metamorphosis. ❜

❛ whatever my soul was made of was frail. ❜

❛ violence is a craft. so is compassion. ❜

❛ no is a sufficient answer. ❜

❛ anger is a fine weapon. ❜

❛ now have some soup. ❜

❛ i will shoulder any weight you give me. ❜

❛ would that things were different. ❜

❛ i think i would like to stop promising myself away, or else there will be nothing left of me to give. ❜

❛ i don’t know why i say the things i do. ❜

[freakarus-moved]

eddie isn't a morning person. never has been, probably never will be. it doesn't help when most nights are spent wide awake. && he'd intended to keep that record up when winnie came by for their usual movie night. except there's something about her company, when it's dark out, dimly lit inside by the tv's glow && the corner lamp, && there's blood-curdling screams coming from the tv set, it's comfortable. enough to sleep like a normal person's schedule. only it meant they missed out on nightmare on elm street, the third movie of the night. who were they kidding, thinking they'd get through three whole movies??

a hand drags lazily, in a half asleep half awake state, to what should be winnie. but there's no warmth or mumbles. that's enough for eyes to open slowly, glancing to his side where she had been. eddie doesn't need a clock to know it's early. his level of tiredness is telling of that, && the lack of noise from wayne. except -- there's a clinking from the kitchen. quiet enough that it can't be his uncle, who often takes it upon himself to be as loud as possible.

it's a step-by-step process to wake up; sitting upright first, blinking back to reality so the world isn't so fuzzy, listening to that hum in the kitchen, && finally, pushing himself to his feet.

the smell of coffee wafts through the air && early morning light spills in from the windows, lighting up the kitchen, the living room && her. winnie peers past the fridge door, greeting him quietly. " hey, " a mumbled response, voice still rough from being not quite awake yet && unruly curls sticking out in every direction. two opposites.

winnie's stayed before but this is different -- the light catching on her face && hair, the hour of the morning, her quiet words. like her presence has turned the place into more of a home with a simple offer. usually routines are rushed; wayne running out the door or eddie scrambling after, always late. dinners left aside to be eaten alone in the evenings or the fridge to be scavenged at late hours. breakfasts in the home weren't rare, but ... not common either. one awake before the other, someone's already left, or just a coffee && go. this is why there's a flicker of surprise in his expression, glancing between winnie && the coffee upon the counter.

" um ... " it takes a few seconds for it to process what day it is, having memorised wayne's schedule, until it clicks. " he's not. " duh, it's a saturday!! eddie munson awake this early on a saturday morning, what sorcery has winnie cast upon him?? he drifts closer to her, still a little half asleep half surprised, a hand brushing along her waist. " you don't have to do that. " features soften into a smile, " this isn't a hotel, as much as it might look like a five-star. there's no fees. " three mugs are grabbed from the nearby cabinet, still hovering close by winnie as he does, && placed next to the coffee, which is very much needed. " but, i mean, who am i to deny such a generous offer?? "

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It was awkward fiddling around in someone else's kitchen, even if she had been here enough times to memorize where most things were. As she went about the cabinets and drawers with ease, you would have suspected she'd lived here all along. She had felt comfortable enough in the Munson home to take it upon herself to make them coffee and breakfast. It was the least she could do after staying here so many nights, even if most of them were by accident. It wasn't her fault that she couldn't keep her eyes open long enough to get through the ending of the movies, and Eddie was just as guilty as she was. Still, Wayne never said anything to her about overstaying her welcome. He'd always been nice to her.

Winnie caught the confused expression on Eddie's face, and she suspected the Munson boys didn't really do anything like this all that much. She imagined Wayne catching the highlights of the morning paper while Eddie downed a bowl of cereal, but that might have been it. That's what made it all the more exciting for her to throw this together for them. She stopped what she was doing when Eddie's hand brushed her waist and looked up at him, or at his bedhead. Her fingers delicately brushed through some of the wild curls. ❝ I don't mind. I want to. ❞

She laughed and commented, ❝ Thank God this isn't a five-star hotel, because I don't know how to make crepes. The best I can do is plain 'ol pancakes. ❞ Winnie took another look in the fridge and asked him, ❝ I can make those if you want? Or do you want something else? ❞

[rayofsunshinc]

Cassidy raised his brows, humming gently as she finished speaking. ❝Wouldn't hurt me to get a little culture. Appreciate the Arts.❞ He joked a bit, but there was some seriousness behind it. He was curious about what her world was all about. ❝You'd really want me to come with you?❞ He asked, a grin spreading over his features. ❝I've been to The Big City before. It's been years.❞ 

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❝ New York is certainly rich with it. ❞ America was the land of dreams, and New York was ripe with providing everyone the opportunity to make their lives better and more fulfilling. If you weren't there for the arts, then maybe you were there for the food, or maybe you were there because you wanted to experience the hustle and bustle of a vibrant city. When Nadja first discovered the art scene here, she knew she wanted to establish a ballet studio. It was the perfect place, and she hadn't been proven wrong since. ❝ Of course I do. ❞ She wanted to experience the world with Cassidy, literally and figuratively. Even if they weren't crossing the border to another country, New York would still be a fun escape for them. ❝ We could get up to a lot of things there. ❞

[anthologicals]

❝  HAPPY  ENDINGS  ARE  FOR  SHMUCK'S  who  don't  know  what  the  real  world  is  like.   ❞  a  jaded  answer  spoken  by  a  man  who'd  lost  EVERYTHING.  but  it  was  the  truth,  or  as  much  as  he'd  convinced  himself  by  now  that  it  was.  how  he  hated  that  he'd  become  so  worn  and  broken,  still  wondering  why  in  the  world  HE  was  chosen  to  be  the  one  to  save  humanity.

❝  it's  a  thankless  job,  kelly.  and  we're  gonna  be  doin'  it  til  the  day  we  die.  at  least  me,  anyway.  you?  you  can  leave  whenever  you  want.  and  you  should.  ❞  even  if  by  now  she  was  considered  family,  ash  would  NEVER  blame  her  for  living  her  own  life.  she  didn't  deserve  to  be  stuck  here  with  any  of  this.

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Unfortunately, their little band of evil-killing mischiefs knew how the world really looked. People didn't even have a clue what was out there. They were so involved in the mundane and dumb government conspiracy theories that they didn't even notice how EVIL things were in the real world. How many people had Ash tried to tell about the demons that killed and mutilated his friends? They laughed him off, or thought he did it. Nobody was ready for the truth.

❝ And do what? Go back to working as a cashier? ❞ Kelly laughed off the idea that her life even had a chance of going back to "normal." Sure, she thought about it from time to time. She could be living in some city, figuring out how to set up her 401K by day and going out with girlfriends at night. She could stress over bills and get into health fads. Because why not have a kale salad instead of french fries like everyone else?

Instead, this is what she was doing. She was living off the grid, more or less, slaying monsters. And dammit if she didn't like it. ❝ I should, but what fun would that be? ❞ She cracked a sly smile and flashed it at Ash. But she did feel the seriousness of what they were talking about, and her smile dimmed slightly. ❝ If this evil's been following you around all this time, what's to stop it from following me, too, just for getting involved? This is going to sound fucked up, and it is, but it feels like this is what I'm supposed to be doing. And if I go out, hopefully it's with style. 'Cause I'm not going down without a fight. ❞

[files-of-the-lost]

Olivia felt for the girl – of course she did. It's the only reason she's still here, helping. She wouldn't be anywhere else, not when there's clearly something not quite natural going on here. And really, even aside from all of that? Nell is clearly scared. Olivia can't just leave her (she knows that feeling all too well).

The agent kneels in front of her, knees to the floor as she settles herself on the girl's level. She picks up one of the dolls and gently pets the hair back.

❝ I used to stay up all night, when I was your age. ❞

The first doll is set down, hair brushed and propped to sit all on its own off to the side. She picks up a second doll and does the same – carefully soothes the hair into place and then puts it down next to the first, close enough that their little plastic hands touch. She looks back up at Nell when she picks up the third doll.

❝ You wanna know the only thing that ever really helped protect me from the dark? ❞

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Nell held one of her own dolls between her small hands, but she wasn't paying it any real attention. It was something to pretend to be busy with; an excuse not to go to bed so soon, even if she should have already been under the covers saying her prayers by now. Luke was fast asleep in the bed on the other side of the room. If he were awake, he would have felt just how scared she was, and neither of them would be trying to sleep.

She watched the woman brushing back the hair on her dolls, doing a better job giving them attention than she was as their owner. But she listened to what she had to say about being scared when she was little, too. Nell gazed up at her with curious eyes. ❝ What? ❞ She wondered, hoping that Olivia could help her.

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”I’ll never take a drop more than what’s necessary, you’re too precious to me.” Sonja replied, a flirty edge to her tone to make her statement not seem as dramatic. While she was old enough to have self control, she was careful and chose not to risk endangering her beloved. Over the centuries she only occasionally fell in love, she’d fallen harder for Sookie than she’d had for any other.

“You had a stressful work day, let me spoil you a little. Is there anything you’d like in particular for a meal?” She turned her hand over to lace her fingers together with her girlfriend’s, smiling softly at her in turn, “Just a quick stop to gather the groceries for you, then homeward. I’m sure there were enjoyable parts to your day, I’d like to hear about them.”

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Sookie counted her lucky stars every day for having someone like Sonja in her life. It was more than obvious that she cared for her in a way that no other love interest ever had before. She wasn't a possession to her. She treasured her, of course, but she never looked at Sookie like she owned her. She treated her like a human being. Nothing less, nothing more. Sookie didn't just love her for that, but she loved everything about the ancient vampire. She just had trouble putting it all into words because saying 'I love you' just didn't seem to cut it.

❝ You can surprise me, ❞ she answered her, because coming up with a meal wasn't really on her mind right now. Not when she was staring into those beautiful, vampiric eyes, feeling more grateful than anyone else on the planet right now. ❝ My day was the same as any other day. I think yours beats mine by a mile. ❞

[rayofsunshinc]

Cassidy couldn't remember the last time that he'd felt so relieved. To know the way that she felt and to be able to tell her right back made his chest burn with warmth and love. If he was able to feel all of this, than was he really damned to hell for being a monster? For the moment, that was far from his mind because if he could feel like this, he'd take hell when it came.

He cradled her face, kissing her softly. ❝I love you.❞ He said, even as his hands traveled to hold her and keep her close, slow and secure, needing to be sure this moment was real. ❝I love you.❞ He repeated, a smile in his voice, a small laugh of disbelief as it felt so good to say.

He nearly forgotten what had brought all this on. Abraham lingered in her life like an old ghost, mooring her to her past life with him, even as she longed to be free and loved him instead. He felt a surge of protectiveness, wanting more than anything to keep her from going back there, even if it was to try and deescalate. He didn't care. He needed her to understand that they could face it together. Whatever came.

He kissed her more deeply, fingers tightening at her side, against her arm, just to keep her as close as possible. ❝I love you.❞ 

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Every time he repeated the words back to her, she felt the weight of them more and more. They weren't said out of pity because she'd bared her soul to him, or he thought he owed it to her if it meant drying her eyes. He said it because he meant it and wanted her to know the depth of his feelings for her. Now she knew, and it kept her grounded. The endorphins pulsed through her mind, making her forget all about her obsessive maker, as if she hadn't been crying about him at all. In this moment, it was only them, and that's all her body and soul needed.

Cassidy's own disbelief was met with laughter, and it comforted her. It made her body tremble with joy instead of fear. She kissed him with a passion she hadn't felt in a very long time, like she had been saving it for him all along. Her lips were desperate against his (as if they didn't have all the time in the world to do this over and over again). Her fingers grazed through his hair at the back of his head and kissed him deeply and sweetly all at once. It all felt so unreal, like a fairytale. A very vampiric fairytale, but a fairytale nonetheless. ❝ I love you, ❞ she made sure to say again between kisses.

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Nadja put her arms around his neck, a curious smile on her face. ❝ How do you feel about going to New York this weekend? Have you ever been before? The ballet studio I own up there is having a series of shows over the weekend, and I'm to attend at least one of them. Why don't you come with me? ❞

♡ ───── @rayofsunshinc for cass & nadja <3