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choco-pudding · 1 month
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A homey scene of Draluc and Ronaldo, featuring Ronaldo tactless (dumb).
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vampiredies · 1 month
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NEW ENGLISH TRANSLATION (BULK) UPDATE!!
Read ”Chapter 67: The Great Escape from VRC ” ”Chapter 68: Pay Attention To Me, John! Nunnun!” ”Chapter 69: Crunch Time March” ”Chapter 70: What Christmas Eve? I'll Have A Bowl of Miso And Go To Bed” ”Chapter 71: Good Loser Ronaldo” ”Chapter 72: Celery Champion: The Style of X”
ON MANGADEX!
Be sure to read the credits at the end and thank the scan group, “THIS SCAN GROUP DIES IN NO TIME” in the comments section of Mangadex for their amazing work!
With these chapters, volume 6 is now complete!
See you guys at volume 7!!
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highbeeans · 1 year
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Joe gets himself a vampire boyfriend.
Also posted on AO3.
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lestatslestits · 1 year
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Btw a question that has been haunting me for DAYS:
If Tale of the Body Thief is adapted in modern (2022 or onward) time, do you think Lestat will just like. Get COVID?
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lotus-pear · 9 months
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THE NEW BSD CHAPTER?????? HELLO?????? EHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK FYODOR
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july-19th-club · 1 month
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huge eric fan now for how he is about his weird little two-thousand-year-old enlightened teenage dad . like, oh, i'm huge and tall but i never want to seem like i'm looming over you so whenever we're face to face i'll kneel or sit below you and look up like you're some kind of jesus . when i met you i thought you were death and you said come walk with me through the dark and i said what's in it for me? and it's been a thousand years and i'm the age now that you were then and i haven't changed; i'm still a careless, blood-soaked opportunist and loving it, but you decided you were a pacifist somewhere in the past couple centuries and i SO SUPER don't get it but i love you so i hope you're happy and enjoying your linen smocks and ancient mien of peaceful remorse. and then i let you die because you think it will help and i hate to let you down. and i never get over you, ever
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fuckmeyer · 1 year
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María is a bad bitch queen supreme with a simple dream of reclaiming her land Volturi-style after her human life was tragically cut short by a Texan who had invaded Mexico to create his own vampire Golden Corral. RESPECT HER OR PERISH
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zaddyazula · 11 months
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HAPPY 15TH BIRTHDAY MGS4!!!!
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certified silliest game.
it may not be everyone’s favourite, but it’s certainly mine (yes i cried at it fight me)
i tried to find the ask i got where somebody told me i was going to hell for liking mgs4, but it’s nowhere to be found on such a sacred day.
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They learn quickly that the monsters are sensitive to sound.
He gets used to talking quietly. To always watch his step and always be aware of his surroundings. Someone had the idea to raid the schools and communicate exclusively using blackboard and chalk. Hawkins has never been so silent, but that doesn't bother him too much. He grew up in the silence, after all.
What bothers him is that his hands won't stop trembling. He never had the prettiest handwriting, but the chicken scratch he produces now is barely readable. Worse, he needs for-fucking-ever to write even a single word, only for it to not even look like english half the time.
He and Robin can communicate without words - he is truly convinced that they are living proof that soulmates are a thing - but with everyone else he has to struggle with the chalk, until he just gives up and starts talking less and less. If he died because he took too long writing smalltalk or pleasantries on the blackboard he would never live it down. He tries to convince himself that the grizzled-cool-silent-type suits him. With moderate success.
Although the whole town was literally transported into a different dimension, all adults seem to maintain a silent agreement to continue on as if nothing is wrong. They still go to work and they still need to pay for groceries and the holes and cracks in the streets are nothing more than inconveniences. He even overhears someone complaining about those, once. As if everything would be fine if the holes were only filled with cement. (oh gee, he wonders - silently as always, why did we never try that genius idea the last three times the upside down made an unwelcome visit). The only shop that has escaped the clutches of capitalism is the weapons shop.
He can somewhat understand it, the need to pretend that everything is fine. That it was all some collective nightmare that will fade with the dullness of day-to-day life. Doesn't mean he can't hate it. Though he doesn't take it as hard as the rest of the party.
It makes sense if you think about it. Robin, Nancy, the shitheads - they are smart, they could all actually go somewhere, do something with their lives. But him? Steve Harrington never had much of a future anyway, and his chances of making it out of this godforsaken town were always miniscule. No. What honestly bothers him more are his hands that won't stop shaking. You can't use a gun if you are unable to hold still and aim. You have a harder time being fast and quiet when everything takes twice as long if you don't want to drop anything. Even his beloved bat becomes less reliable, the swings weaker and his actual target always a few centimeters off. So yeah, his trembling hands are fucking inconvenient.
Gas and Water and Electricity stopped working. The first few months all of Hawkins stinks of rotting food until some teacher has the grandiose idea of distributing history books. This has the added bonus of giving everyone something to do that isn't "pretending not to be under constant panic". Water filters get classified under "weaponry" so that everyone has access without the mayor having to change the law again.
Once more, he doesn't mind too much. The only reason he used to turn on the TV was to feel less alone, and now the rest of the party basically lives in his house. He doesn't even mind having to walk the entire way to and from the lake while carrying buckets full of water: he will always be a jock at heart, and it is a great way to work out and be useful at the same time. His biggest complaint is once again his fucking hands. Water is precious, but his stupid arm won't stay still and it keeps spilling out of the bucket. Every lost drip feels like a stab in his heart, and the only reason he doesn't cry is because that would be an even bigger waste of water.
But the most stupid and embarrassing part is that this isn't even his first rodeo. He has been here before, he knows what it is like. Everyone else is living the same situations that he is. And still, his hands are the only ones that won't fucking stop trembling.
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note-boom · 2 years
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Hi my name is Ryunosuke Dark'ness Dementia Raven Akutagawa and I have messy short ebony black hair (that's how I got my name) with white tips at the end of my side bangs that reaches my chin and dead grey eyes like polluted clouds and a lot of people tell me I look like Gin (AN: if u don't know who she is get da hell out of here!). I'm not related to Osamu Dazai but I wish I was because he's a major fucking hottie. I'm a vampire but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale sickly skin. I'm also an ability user, and I work at a place called the Port Mafia in Japan where I'm in the guerilla squad (I'm twenty). I'm a goth (in case you couldn't tell) and I wear mostly black. I love Hot Topic and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a black trenchcoat wirh matching black pants, a white dress shirt with a jabot and black combat boots. I was wearing black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eye shadow. I was walking outside the Port Mafia. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of ADA agents  stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them
Please tell me this has been done before...
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lordoftherazzles · 1 year
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06. SMASHING PUMPKINS ↳ NOW ON AO3!
Where The Shadows Lie by LordOfTheRazzles
Here sat Thorin perched on the edge of Bilbo’s desk in the lobby of the bed and breakfast with not a single soul to be seen. It hardly had anything to do with the holiday so much as it was…everyone just doing their own thing. This was what normalcy was supposed to feel like, he supposed. Even Dis and Frerin had left for the evening with little notice. Not together, mind you, but both in similar odd manners. Thorin didn’t care, they had been grown for far too long, and while he thought it was his responsibility to look after his siblings, he wasn’t going to watch them every second of the day. They could handle themselves.
“Do you want a hand?”
Lost in his own thoughts and aimlessly weaving hair to the point where it looked less than satisfactory, Thorin’s head bobbed upwards, staring towards Bilbo who stood in front of him with an arch of his brow behind those large round glasses. “Hm?”
“You look very concentrated, but also stuck,” Bilbo hummed as he moved to evaluate Thorin’s lack of work a little bit further. “I may not know much about hair braids, but my mother did teach me how when I was young with fabrics. I’m sure it’s the same concept.”
“You want to do my braids?” Thorin sounded as bewildered as he looked, his hands letting go of the strands of hair he had been holding onto and looking down at the small pile of metal beads that often decorated his hair. Perhaps it didn’t mean much to Bilbo, but to Thorin, it meant far more than it likely should. 
“I mean, unless you want to sit here and struggle for ages, then don’t mind me. I have some paperwork that needs to be done this evening anyway–”
“No, I–” Thorin paused, biting the inside of his cheek as his head dropped. Something fluttery on the inside plagued him in a delightful, yet foreign, manner, and one might call his visible display as being bashful. “I would like that.”
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vampiredies · 1 year
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吸血鬼すぐ死ぬ 2; The Vampire Dies In No Time season 2 OP >creditless version link here<
NEW DRAMA PARADISE - Jun Fukuyama
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If I had a nickel where the monsters of old exist but the villain is some angry rich white guy....
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palms-upturned · 7 months
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(scratching my chin thoughtfully) the winter king mentions that he only “conquered” the crown about 100 years ago, and Ice!Marcy is a small child but is playing the bass that Marcy had as an adult… curiouser and curiouser. What the hell happened to Marceline and why did WK choose Peebs to deflect the madness™️ onto
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5-pp-man · 1 year
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gale-in-space · 7 days
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Honestly, fat Astarion is kind of a based headcanon. Thinking about him settling down post-game and getting comfortable. Something something gaining weight as part of healing
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