#au: vampire

[zevlor]

you can't control who you really are, or what you really want... but did i ever want love or did i ask too much?

#userimogen #usermoss #usermercymaker #baldur's gate #raphael #raphael x tav #oc: neri #otp: for all the heavens of hell #au: vampire #*gifs #betraying gale for this hdahfakfh

[toiletwipes]

cry for absolution - episode two

vampire!wilbur x reader - 4.3k - AO3

warnings: typical vampire shenanigans, jared is an asshole

notes: mmmmmmm smooth brain rn, enjoy tho

<;- previous episode -> masterlist

taglist: @your-shifting-gurl @lillylvjy @mosslovestherain @burification @sweet-soot @saccharinesunset

The click of the door shutting is louder than the heart beating in your ears, what with Wilbur being the one to shut the door. You can only watch him while you’re sitting on the bed, holding your arms close to your torso, your nails digging into your exposed skin.

Nothing is said in the first few moments, just Wilbur taking in the room and your observations of him doing so. Truthfully, he acts like he’s never seen this room before, but with how old he is and how many familiars he has had, it’s hard to believe such an act. His hands slide from his sides to pat his legs, puttering with his lips. Avoiding a conversation. You would begin to wonder if he was about to fire you but considering a few minutes ago, he defended- well, it’s not your honor but he still defended you, even if it was over something so trivial as being his familiar. You’re quick to adjust your opinion on it, the business of being a familiar is anything but trivial.

His voice comes out so quick, you’re startled when he speaks, “I want to say that what Jared was saying was completely unacceptable and that he shouldn’t have said that at all to you. He has a horrible habit of trying to harass my familiar and I should’ve taken measures against him entirely. And for the lack of any preparation for him, or for what you’ve gone through in the last few hours, I am sorry.” Half of the words didn’t process, and you almost lost the apology itself in the messy string of words but you caught it still.

“I… appreciate the apology. But you’re right, it was-... -it was cruel to toss me in and expect me to know how to manage all- all of this.” He nods and this time, he’s able to look towards you. You’re still on the fence of whether or not you should be looking at him at all but you risk a glance, catching him staring right at you.

He’s still so, so pretty, your mind sighs, and your eyes dart back down, reaching to pick at a loosely-flying thread on your pants, maybe he’ll be kind enough to let you stare longer, let you have the privilege that he so easily flaunts. Feeling particularly dangerous, going against the guide, you look up for a second time and you’re happy to see that he doesn’t hurt you, doesn’t reprimand you for looking once, then twice. He almost looks… satisfied. Almost. 

“I know I didn’t get to finish sweeping, did you want me to do that after we’re done talking…” you trail , when he waves you off, mumbling about how you shouldn’t worry about that for now and under his breath it sounds like he forgot something when he snaps his fingers and gasps..

“I almost forgot,” he says, his smile widening, “here’s a card. Use it to get whatever you need.” His hand disappears into the breast pocket right below his heart and pulls out a small envelope.

You feel you must look dumb for blankly staring, blinking at the offered hand, and upon realizing that, your fingers grab it with the utmost care you could muster. Sliding your finger down the sealed part, you fiddle with the envelope till a card, shiny and new, drops into your lap. 

Looking over it, you don’t even realize what you’re saying until Wilbur stiffens hearing the words falling off of your tongue, “Does that mean I get to go outside, like off the property?”

“This isn’t- you’re not a prisoner. You’re my familiar.” He says with a frown as if that made any clear difference.

“You never really, actually explained, in full detail, what that means, you know.” You say as you hold the card up to the light, struck by just how new it appears. It’s cold to the touch, smooth contrasting the raised numbers on the card, still, you could trick yourself you could feel a faux heat emitting from the card, as if fresh from the printer.

“Right, as I’ve said, that’s my mistake.” He clears his throat and is unable to look at you again. And with him looking away, you feel it's okay to look at him now. Especially the sides of his face, truth be told, you don’t think you could ever be bored looking at him. He’s pleasant in the eyes, how are you supposed to defend yourself? Besides when his eyes move back over to your face and you hold eye contact with him, he doesn’t reprimand you. Doesn’t say anything, only holds it. Then he smiles. A win is a win.

“So since I can go, do you need anything from the store?” Wilbur is quickly sent to shock when he sees you slide only a thin jacket over your arms and your sandals on your feet.

“Now- you’re going to go now?” He follows you to the door.

You turn to him, hand on the handle as you give him a dubious look, “I’m going to get snacks, I won’t be out for long.” And true to his word, he doesn’t shackle your ankles to the house, even if for a split moment he looks like he’s close to doing so. He lets you out of the house and waves bye and everything. But even then, on the way to the gas station, you feel someone’s eyes on you. The worst part is you’re unsure if the beholder of the eyes are kind or not. Your gut tells you to be careful.

The nearest gas station isn’t far, just three blocks, a brisk walk in the fall night air that washes away the day. It’s relaxing to listen to the sound of your footsteps and the steady intake and exhale of your breath. It’s normal besides for when you feel pulled to look behind you, just to check if that ever present feeling of being watched is in fact someone following you. 

Every time you find the space behind you on the sidewalk to be empty as the ominous sight of your new home fades into the distance. 

When you get to the gas station it feels almost strange how normal it is, so separate from your new world of grandiose paintings and hiding bodies. You never thought the buzzing of fluorescent lighting would be comforting. The cashier flashes you a tired smile before returning to scrolling on her phone, idly pushing a strand of dark hair behind her ear. You pick out a few things, foods you know you would eat, ramen that could be considered a meal enough, and a Gatorade from the fridge that leaves your skin wet with condensation. 

“Will that be all?” the front counter lady asks you as you push your arms full worth of stuff to her.

“Yep,” you chirp, fumbling to fish out Wilbur’s card from your worn wallet. You look at the piece of plastic again, it feels slightly like you are stealing. When you look back up the cashier is waiting for you expectantly and you mumble an apology before paying with a small thank you. 

“Have a good night,” she says, handing you the bags full of food with a raised brow. 

“You too!” you say, pretending like you weren’t being just a bit strange. It still feels nice to talk to a normal breathing person, one you can assume doesn’t believe in vampires. You sigh when you leave though, the knowledge unknowingly weighing on you? It’s stupid, the way it seems your new job has changed your perspective on life. You wonder if bigfoot is real, if mummies are? You are almost certain that Mothman is, it just makes sense. 

‘Home’ doesn’t seem appealing as you wander your way to a bench, settling down with your companion in the shape of your groceries beside you as you crack open the previously bought Gatorade. Your brain swims with questions, with possibilities that allude you. Your new life is confusing but you can’t bring yourself to hate it even if deep down you think you should. 

You still feel watched as you get up and mosey your way back to your broom closet of a room. When you get home no one greets you but for that you are thankful. You stuff the various snacks you bought into the trunk under your bed. You assume it’s as good a place as any. You can’t help but collapse into the shitty mattress and fall asleep. 

That itching feeling of being watched ends up returning every time you leave the house during the night, two weeks pass and it persists.  You guess you wouldn’t put it past Wilbur to make sure you are behaving? But two weeks seemed like overkill to you and more than just slightly unsettling, so you focused on leaving during the day. Wilbur usually gave you a small list of things to do during the hours of light, but so far the tasks remained mundane, more cleaning and organizing, fruitless things such as reorganizing the bookshelf. 

Sometimes they delved darker, cleaning up messes of blood that were not there one second but were the next. Red that trailed down the walls and pooled on the wooden floors, scarlet just barely staining the dark rug in the library, and vermillion on the unused kitchen floor. 

You had read more of the manual besides Roger’s advice to turn away from it. You laughed as it detailed which urban legends of vampires were true. Yes, they had to be invited in but no, they do not sparkle in the sun. Yes, they can turn into bats? I guess you would have to wait to see that. Yes, they could not see themselves in mirrors, silver burned their skin, and the sun would burn them. You raised your brow as the manual seemed to insist you find virgins? for your Master. You reread the page again and again searching for some clarity on why but found no such answer. It made you feel kind of gross so you sought out Roger, the man of, you assume, infinite knowledge. 

“Roger?” you ask quietly, carefully tapping him on the shoulder, disturbing his own cleaning regimen that seemed simultaneously more in-depth but also less work than yours. 

“Hm?” he asks, tilting his head at your sudden want to speak. 

“Can I ask you some more questions, just been reading the manual and-” he cuts you off. 

“No need to explain, what it is?” he asks and suddenly you feel heat in your cheeks. 

“Virgins, why, uhm, why could that possibly be relevant ooo-or,” 

“They taste better,” he says simply, turning back to his chore. 

“Like their blood?” you clarify even though you don’t know any other possibilities for the answer to that question. He nods without looking at you, carefully rearranging the mantle place. You wince slightly as the knowledge runs over you. It’s partly because maybe this endangers you in the workplace. I mean, there is no way it works like that, that they taste better? You shiver slightly and nod to yourself, wringing your fingers as the time passes by silently until you turn, putting one foot after the other. Roger watches you walk away intently, it makes your skin crawl even if just for a moment. 

You guess you have to find virgins now? The manual said you were responsible for bringing your Master food, and you couldn’t deny the fact that bringing breathing, thinking people to a house to die didn’t make you feel good. 

Wilbur hadn’t asked you yet anyway. 

Maybe your virgin blood, you wince, can be a kinda, last resort, though it may get you into some hot water, mainly death. You let out a heavy sigh.

You used the daytime when you were awake to escape the sometimes oppressive atmosphere within the house, to feel sunlight on your skin. Usually, you just walked, ran errands to get more hydrogen peroxide and cleaning supplies. Today, though, you decided to go out to eat and use the last of the money left on your card to treat yourself to something that wasn’t ramen. 

You didn’t go anywhere fancy, another destination within walking distance, a place with bar food and a welcoming enough atmosphere you could sit down and feel normal for a moment. You didn’t expect to see anyone you knew and yet it seemed fate had other plans for you. 

“Y/n?” someone asks and you can’t help but turn to face them. “I thought that was you! I haven’t heard from you in like, forever! Have you fallen off the face of the earth or something?” Jess, a former coworker, you guess, and friend, asks in jest, a light laugh under her words as she invites herself to sit in the empty chair across from you. 

"I-," you stammer, flashes of burying bodies, scrubbing the red from wood and carpet. “I got a new job, keeps me really busy,” you say with a sheepish smile. She flashes a look of concern for a moment but it quickly passes. She doesn’t ask you what the job is, doesn’t even bother to pretend to be interested in your life beyond how it affects her. 

She talks about her new boyfriend, first dates and happiness you don’t have. She goes on and on about her dead-end desk job like it’s the most interesting thing in the world like you hadn’t lived it with her as her coworker just a few weeks ago. She details new clothes she bought, insignificant facets of her life, that by the time someone is asking if you’ve ordered you are quick to speak up. 

“I was actually just about to get going,” you say, mouthing an ‘i’m sorry’ to Jess, someone you are starting to think really isn’t a friend at all. You hurry out, savor the sound of the bell on the door, and find yourself realizing you don’t miss the mundane all that much. What were you before you were this? An office worker with no significance? At least helping people get killed made a difference in the world. You shook your head, condemned yourself back to that damned house, and sought out Wilbur when he finally woke. 

Maybe you were craving some sense of company, maybe you wanted to feel useful, or maybe you were lonely. 

It didn’t matter. 

Jared found you first though, sat beside you on that couch as you waited for Wilbur to exit his room. The sleazy vampire, an adjective that felt fair to you, was quick to run his hand up your leg. You yelped, moving away. 

“Jared,” you spat and he shrugged, sitting back. 

“Worth a shot, you looked contemplative,” he said and you rolled your eyes. You noticed his collar was dotted in what was likely blood. “You could be having a much better time with me, I’ll turn you in a month tops, doesn’t that sound nice?” your expression screws up into distaste as he speaks. Maybe that is what usually worked, dangling immortality like a carrot on a stick, but you weren’t all that interested in being a vampire in the first place. 

This was Jared's routine though, to savor those precious minutes where it could be just you and him. He would beg you to be his familiar, make you squirm just a little bit, then either walk off or Wilbur would appear to dissuade him. He was definitely your least favorite person (vampire?) in the house. 

It’s then that Wilbur calls you up to his room, and you flash Jared a quick feigned apologetic smile. Then you are quick to escape him, to bound up the stairs, and blink at Wilbur as he invites you into his own room. 

“I’d prefer if you waited inside when I am about to wake up,” he says as the door closes, his gaze intense yet words reminding you of waking up a child almost. 

“Oh, I just thought you would want space,” you mumble. 

“I’d prefer not actually, besides then you don’t need to see Jared just as he crawls out of his coffin, he has horrible hygiene… and manners that I can not apologize enough for,” you thought of Jared’s bloodied clothes and nodded, though you only later realized it might have been an attempt to make you laugh. Wilbur looked nice, even when he was just waking up like this. The back of his hair was slightly flat, it made you resist running your hand through it to fix it but that seemed rather unprofessional, your fingers twitching at your sides. 

“Do I look okay?” Wilbur is asking, all of a sudden he is just in front of you. It’s not abnormal for him to ask but the proximity shakes you. 

“Master, may I… fix your hair?” and the more you look the more the curly strands seem out of place, and it was your job after all, to be his mirror.

“Yes, go ahead,” he is quick to say. You carefully card your fingers through his hair, electing to ignore the way he can’t even look you in the eyes as you do it. You step back and admire your work but he remains stunned for a second, rebooting. 

“All done,” you smile “Do- do you have tasks for me today?” you ask with a tilt of your head and his eyes linger on you.

His mouth opens and a second later his voice comes out stilted, “it’s only a few things today.”

You think to yourself, perhaps vampires need a lesson on what few means, you’ve noticed that whenever the vampires in the house say the word like Wilbur had, it was never really what they meant. Or even what you thought they meant. Maybe eternity takes a toll on their senses. You’re not entirely sure but whenever Wilbur means a few tasks, they last you until right before he goes back to sleep, ready to skip the sun and spend the day in his coffin.

Sweep and mop the foyer and living room, wash and fold the laundry, tend to the flowers outside with his name staked next to them, assemble the furniture he ordered from the internet. Such as those are never few and are never small tasks. You don’t mind it too much, especially when it could be worse. (Like finding new, virgin, bodies for him to drain, surprisingly, he hasn’t asked you that in the time you’ve been here. You’re almost curious. Then you remember how easily it could’ve been you and you’re content to remain in the unknown.)

Kicking your sneakers off and slipping into your garden boots, you step into the moonlit garden, purveying the area and searching for his name. Surprisingly, he hadn’t asked you to tend to the plants till now but it’s a new day and you’re not burying bodies, so you don’t mind at all. The dirt crunches under your boots, and you pass through all sorts of green and glowing plants, noting that most of them are under Techno’s care. You half-wonder if the vampire himself tends to them or if he has Roger to care for them, only to find the answer yourself. The man with pink hair, pulled off of his shoulder and a hat to top it off, the intense gaze from before, seems smaller in the loose shirt and plain pants, boots like yours. 

“Wilbur has you out here?” He asks, his voice lilting as he turns from the plants to look between you and the house. You nod. “Then you know to only work on the ones with his name?” You nod again. “Okay. Get to work then.” Somehow, despite being one of the more impressive people you’ve ever met, the interaction seemed… awkward. As if he wasn’t expecting to talk to anyone then. Can’t be helped. You suppose if you ever became a vampire you’d probably be just as much, if not more, awkward.

Your steps halt when you find the shed and while you’re not proficient in gardening you can still find the watering can and gloves. Slipping them on, you reach for the can when you recognize a smell emitting from the open hole in the top. You stand still, wondering if your nose is finally broken or if your brain read the signals right. You don’t gag so much as you wonder about the mechanics of it, recognizing the metallic and iron smell of blood in the can. With it being so dark, had you not smelt it, it would’ve been hard to spot the liquid.

Wandering away from the shed with the blood-watering can, you make your rounds, letting the blood coat the leaves and the petals, getting the soil a bit. You remember the instructions from the tiny book he leant you, remember the ardent stare you held as his fingers only grazed the top of your knuckles. You feel the memory in the heat of your cheeks and you sigh, moving on and on to the next plant.

Techno doesn’t talk all that much, and you’re not sure what he does with his plants and if he uses the blood too, but he doesn’t bother you like Jared does and you’re grateful for that much.

If you’re being honest, the tranquility of the night, combined with the gentle walk through various plants you’re sure would kill plenty of other humans in a heartbeat, and Techno, as silent and unnerving he might be, aids the peace you have carefully built in the last hour. Though after watering the plants, you’re not sure what to do, the vampire doesn’t offer advice and you can tell the book would erupt in flames if you tried talking to Techno unprompted. With that in mind though, it was a lovely chore, you take your time with putting the can and the gloves away, and seeing how it was left unlocked when you found it, that’s how you left it. The dirt pads your footsteps and Techno nods as you pass by, with a thought that maybe the outdated book had any wisdom to it at all. (Ahem, it did and it pertained to you, your face burns at the memory of both the conversation with Roger and reading the damn thing.)

You open the door, surprised to find the youngest of vampires standing with a curious look on his face. “Since when did you know how to garden?” He asks, moving to the side when you mumble pleasantries.

You hold onto the door frame as you shake your feet from the boot and slip into the comfort of your worn sneakers, humming as you thought on your answer, “since he asked me to. Now if you’ll excuse me, Tommy.” You nod your head, making your way to the stairs. He follows, questions falling out of his mouth as fast as you run out of breath walking up and answering them.

There’s a pause in your step as you reach the landing, you assume had there been another creature, not one of the night, following you, they’d crash into your back. Tommy, not particularly known for his graceful air, nearly crashed into your back. He managed to stop behind you on the last step, looking at you with two judgemental eyes and a prominent, albeit confused, frown. You pointedly ignore him. Looking around, you could smell the usual smell of iron. Your master, however, hadn’t woken up hungry.

Tommy also avoided your stare. The few seconds of silence though were enough for him to fess up. He was about to ask you himself but then you kept running away, in his words. And also in his words, he doesn’t have a familiar. Doesn’t need one but gave you the eyes whenever he asked for help.

So here you are, stuck burying another body. You can already see the dark, inky blue of the night fading to something softer. You lug the body into the hole as you think of different blues that matched the sky. Stomping the dirt down, royal and navy, to the beautiful sapphire… after those, you were stumped. The whole time between putting the shovel away and walking the distance to the door, you know, deep in your subconscious the sun was rising but you were so caught up in the names you end up mumbling to yourself, scraping your boots off with the doormat and swinging it open, “chartreuse isn’t blue, it’s like purple, isn’t it?” And in your mumbling and thoughts, you were distracted. Distracted and had let the sunrise blast through the back of the living room. Exactly where Jared had been lurking for the past twenty minutes as he watched you throw the last bit of dirt in.

When you finally shut the door all the way and slipped your boots off, you turn to see ashes spread out in an uneven pile behind you, with the staircase holding three gobsmacked vampires and a slightly pleased familiar. You, without the better knowledge that the ashes could've been someone at some point, had outwardly groaned and loudly complained. “You guys, I just- I literally swept and mopped this area an hour ago!”

“That- that was Jared.” Tommy pointed a finger at the ashes.

Your brows furrow. “No it's not, come off it. He’s in his room, sulking ‘cause I wouldn’t talk to him.”

“He’s not going to be talking to you anymore, it seems.” Techno says and Tommy’s cheeks inflate as he tries to hold back puffs of laughter.

“Wilbur?” The vampire himself didn’t say anything, looking far too pleased with this outcome. “Wilbur, tell me I did not just kill Jared.”

“Technically speaking—” a smile grows on him, far too genuine and pretty for someone finding a rather morbid scene, “— he was already dead when he turned into a vampire.”

#WITH LOVEBOMBING #c: wlbr #c: wilbur soot #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot x y/n #au: vampire #wilbur soot fanfiction

[sakokii]

Sacrificial Lamb 🩸

#vampire #nun #artist on tumblr #original character #priest #my art #friend oc #oc: ced #oc: lexiel #au: vampire

[melpomeneprose]

He plays the violin. He tucks it right under his chin and he bows, oh he bows. — He Plays the Violin, 1776: the musical

#muse: benjamin tallmadge #visage / merely aiding nature #modern au #about / to confide or confess #au: vampire #musings / the wicked have their virtues #seth numrich #benjamin tallmadge #ben tallmadge #1776 musical

[justiceforthomasbarrow]

His face was handsome and commanding and arrogant and compelling. His nose was hawklike, his hair swept back from his brow, and his heavy, fascinating mouth masked strangely exciting white teeth that showed when he smiled. And his eyes... they were red and hypnotic. When he looked at you with those eyes, you could not look away... and you didn’t want to.

Salem's Lot, Stephen King, 1975

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[2toplibrary]

Faith, Please Have a Little in Me by swannanoa

(T, 4.5K, 1/1)

Katsuki glances down at his unconscious burden. Blood drips like ichor from Shouto’s colorless lips, falls from gashes to spatter the ground. A gutted vamp is a dead vamp unless all that was lost is replenished, and moribund bloodsuckers aren’t known for restraint. If Shouto fed from an extra off the street, he’d kill them—and shatter his half human heart. Katsuki would pour his own blood down Shouto’s throat if that would accomplish anything. But Katsuki’s not human, so it won’t. There’s only one port in this shitstorm. They need Deku.

Once upon a time, Katsuki strove to be the best at everything. He knows better now: No one can be everything for everyone. He can’t be everything, fix everything, for Shouto.

Knowing something doesn’t make it easier to accept.

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[meerawrites]

Happy STS! But oh no! One of your characters has been stabbed! What chaos does this bring about? Who's been stabbed, who did the stabbing, who yanks the sword out without thinking, etc.? ♥️

Just for the sake of chaos… I’m gonna say, Benjamin Fisher. Or, vampire and slow corruption arc Benjamin Tallmadge from TURN: Washington’s Spies. Not just stabbed, Ben’s favourite horse was shot from under him and he lays dying on the battlefield, in Yorktown, Virginia, in 1781. The date is October 1st, 1781, the siege is halfway over and the Americans are winning. It is pure bad luck.

Audrey would simply say, “No good deed goes unpunished.”

Audrey screams. Audrey tries real hard not to have a mental breakdown. Audrey swore she’d never turn him. But this isn’t fair to either of them, and the war is not over, Benjamin insisted on finishing what he started. Ethics and future consequences can go to hell. He may hate her for this, but this is bigger than either of them at this point…

Audrey stops hesitating. Like a French Valkyrie come to judge the worthy, she rides out to where Benjamin lays dying.

Audrey doesn’t need to drain him, the bullet and the redcoats blade did that just fine.

Moments before Ben is “lost”, just enough to briefly glimpse the other side, who knows what he sees, Audrey doesn’t believe in heaven or hell, she is an atheist, for now.

Benjamin is turned into a vampire in a last ditch attempt (though hypocritical) by Audrey to not lose him. The war doesn’t end until 1783, America wins. To the shock of the 18th century world stage, it only took 5 years of war and French support. (naval blockade in the West Indies and a sea battle in India, which America wins).

Benjamin asks himself: “what is the cost of my soul?”

Note: this is just basically Fisher’s origin story, or how he got vampirism. I have no intention of ending this fic, that way. I may be a morally complex bi, but, Benjamin Tallmadge would have a religious Protestant mental breakdown if that happened. Yay for original characters!

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[minas-diary]

MUSE SURVEY, BATTLE EDITION;

BOLD what consistently applies, italicize situational / not always. repost, please do not reblog!

Tagged by: myself.

Tagging: @ccnstanta, @eclipsecrowned (Dracula - novel edition), @sonataforsybelle, @bridesofhorror (your choice), & @bloodxstarved, @wcstenra, @bridesofhorror (your choice), & @ofangelsanddemigods (Alice).

fight honorably / fight dirty / prefer close - quarters / prefer range /  chat during /  go silent  /  low pain tolerance / high pain tolerance / attack in bursts / attack steadily /  go for the kill  / aim to disarm / fight defensively / strike first / provoked easily / provoke their opponent / tease /  get visibly frustrated /  shout while attacking  / use strategy / focus on their battle /  experience conflicting thoughts during battle  / rush in recklessly  / (try to) read their opponent before fighting  / fight wildly  /  fight calmly and/or apathetically / fight with anger /  fight with excitement /  fight because they have to  /  fight because they want to  / fight without regard to wounds /  run away when wounded  / hide wounds  / take a blow to protect another / prefer a blade  /  prefer a gun / prefer to use their ability(s)  / prefer a bow / prefer a shield  /  prefer a pole arm  /  prefer a personalized weapon  /  prefer magic or spells  /  prefer brawling  / their greatest weakness is physical /  their greatest weakness is mental  / their greatest weakness is emotional  /  transform for battle  / fight as they appear / rely on strength / rely on speed  / use everything they have / hide their full potential /  exhaust quickly  / high stamina /  doubt their strength  / proceed with caution  / behave arrogantly  / brag after landing a hit /  belittle their abilities /  use psychological tactics  / use brute strength  /  avoid civilians  /  strike down civilians  /  damage surroundings / avoid damaging surroundings  /  signature fighting style / making it up as they go / mastered skillset /  learning their skillset  / fancy footwork /  sloppy footwork  /  messy fighter  /  elegant fighter /  accept defeat  / refuse defeat /  beg for mercy  /  compliment their opponent  / insult their opponent / use unnecessary movements  ( flips,  twirls )  / move efficiently /  barely move  / prefer to dodge / prefer to block  / defend their blindside  / has no blindside  / use all available advantages /  strictly use one main method  /  play around  / hold back / fight ruthlessly / show mercy /  wait for opponent to be ready  / strike when opponent isn’t ready / fear death  /  fear pain  /  fear killing  / has ptsd /  avoid fighting  / has lost a fight /  has won a fight / has killed / refuses to kill  / wants to die standing /  would succumb slowly

#about / mina #the vampire hunter #dash games #tag games #re: dracula #dracula daily #dracula headcanons #headcanon #headcanons #implied spoilers #the holiest love #au: vampire #jonathan harker / kept in shorthand #dracula / what manner of man #jonmina #Jonathan Harker #mina harker #mina headcanons #mina murray #dracula meta #dracula 1897 #dracula (novel) #dracula novel #Dracula (1897) #strange love / queue

[acatwhowritesthings]

The stranger shifts weakly, looping his arms around Chanyeol's neck and shivering.

Chanyeol carefully waddles to his umbrella and crouches with his legs wide like a heavily pregnant woman, dumping the accumulated water and tucking it between his neck and the mans arm. "I'll just take you myself, okay? It's not far." He actually isn't sure where the hospital is, but he can ask whoever is braving the rain or step in a store. "What's your name? I'm Chanyeol."

"Baekhyun," the stranger mumbles.

"Sorry to meet under the circumstances." Chanyeol squints up at the sky, offering a silent curse to the thick clouds. "Do you know what happened?"

"Yeah." He's not very forthcoming, and it really isn't Chanyeol's business, so he doesn't press for answers.

Continue reading Good Deeds on AO3, AFF, DW

#exo #exo fic #exo fanfic #chanyeol #baekhyun #chanyeol fic #chanyeol fanfic #baekhyun fic #baekhyun fanfic #au: vampire #au: supernatural #cw: blood and injury #cw: implied death

[guzmapkmn-archive]

safety with oswald? -softtransbf

drabblecember #28 - safety

relationship(s): ryan/oswald (vampire au)

notes: is it cheating if i just rewrite a snippet of a fic i'm in the middle of writing

"I'm so afraid to let you leave my sight," he whispered. "I want you to be with me every second of every day so I can make sure you're safe."

"I wouldn't mind that. I feel so safe when I'm with you," I whispered back, nuzzling deeper into Oswald's chest as his grip tightened around me.

Neither of us said anything for a while, and it was quiet in the room aside from our soft breathing. My eyelids felt heavy - I hadn't slept well the last few days - but now, tucked up in Oswald's arms, I knew sleep would come easy.

#fic.txt #all dressed to kill; oswald ☂️ #s/i: ryan 🌻 #au: vampire #softtransbf #quint!! 🦈

[farkledagain]

And here is just some HA! Doodles.

#Hey Arnold #Hey Arnold! #Fandom: Hey Arnold #Char: Helga Pataki #Char: Curly Gammelthorpe #Char: Arnold Shortman #Char: Rhonda Lloyd #Char: Harold Berman #Char: Lila Sawyer #Char: Wolfgang #Ship: HelgaxArnold #Ship: RhondaxHarold #AU: Vampire #AU: Ballet Trio

[zevlor]

why have a vampire boyfriend when you could have a vampire girlfriend? - Ká:nen belongs to @bigbywlf

#should've swapped them tbh for the second pic #userbigby #userimogen #usermoss #userairika #usermercymaker #userwolfkissed #tav x tav #oc: neri #au: vampire #oc: Ká:nen Wildthorn #neri x kanen #*edit #all bc rio mentioned neri needing a wife lololol along those lines #and i said yes always

[toiletwipes]

cry for absolution - the pilot episode

vampire!wilbur x reader - 1k

warnings: stalking and unrealistic handling of stalking, vampires and their usual shenanigans

notes: @l0veb0mb1ng and i are writing this fic together so i want everyone to know just how much the brainrot has taken hold. this is what happens when you watch what we do in the shadows (and like vampires a normal amount)

taglist: @your-shifting-gurl @lillylvjy @lotusmisc @mosslovestherain @burification @sweet-soot @subbur-anon @saccharinesunset

Maybe Wilbur has a problem or maybe all his years of being alive left him more bored than what is supposed to be humanly possible. He can’t quite decide for himself what is dragging him to the same human’s window each night, can’t decide what keeps you separate from the humans he’s drained, people he killed without any remorse, and yet now he is seeking you out as a routine.. 

It is the repeated behavior of sneaking out of the house without Tommy, Techno, or Jared seeing just to waste his time watching you.

He watches as you clean, vacuum while listening to loud enough music to overpower the drone of the machine. He watches as you work on your computer, sitting silently with your face illuminated by your screen. He watches as you sleep, the slow rise and fall of your chest. 

For the past month now this has been his sad excuse of an afterlife. Wilbur finds himself haunting the same window sill, hands perched and digging into the wood of the second floor as he drinks in the sight of someone who is not particularly interesting

You aren’t anything special, no clear distinction from the rest of the filth of humanity at first glance, and yet Wilbur can’t seem to get his thoughts to stray from you. It’s not all innocent, not all wishes of a pleasant conversation or a conversation at all. Some of it drifts to your blood in his mouth, your lips on his, things he should not be thinking about a total stranger, let alone a human. Usually, these desires could be easily culled by digging his fangs into your neck, watching the life leave your eyes, and yet he thinks that sight would crush him absolutely. 

 No, Wilbur has no intention to kill you, not yet. You aren’t a stranger to him, not someone he could mindlessly end, he got your name from a package you had left outside, he had learned your habits through observation, and the internet proved a useful resource when Tommy had helped him search social media for said learned name. He knew you went to college, knew your favorite foods photographed and shared, and knew that you must be lonely if your lack of followers was anything to go by though this had been something noted by Tommy. 

Now he finds himself in the familiar space just outside that pane of glass watching as you talk on the phone. He can’t help the small smile that reaches his lips as he watches you speak and laugh, using gestures no one could see but him to emphasize a conversation you didn’t know he was privy to.

His stomach can’t help but drop when he finds your eyes have suddenly met his, your phone falling from your hand as those very same eyes widen in fear. 

It was due to happen eventually, he just wished it hadn’t been so soon. 

“What the fuck?” he hears your muffled voice say and he wishes we could bring himself to hide, become a bat and leave whatever mess he just created but he’s so horribly frozen, so completely entranced. Maybe it's the recognition, you’ve never looked at him before, and he doesn’t know how he’s ever gone without the weight of your gaze on his skin. It burns just slightly in a way that leaves him craving more. 

He doesn’t know what possesses you to trail closer, unlocking and opening the window of all possible next steps in a situation such as this.

He’s immediately hit with how you smell, sweet in the most addicting way. He again, does not know how he ever lived without the sensation. You watch in abject horror as he leans closer, just to where that precipice of needing to be invited in keeps him out. 

“What the fuck are you?” you say, fear laced into your voice and yet still you hold some bite to your words. He realizes he can hear your heart racing when you are so close, the dull sped up thrum from just under your skin. He probably should have introduced himself sooner. 

“I’m Wilbur?” he says and he’s surprised to see you become exasperated?

“Okay ‘Wilbur’,” you tilt your head “I don’t recall asking you your name though, I’m more concerned about the fact you are something outside my second-story apartment window somehow floating?” he can’t help the sheepish smile that graces his lips, shows off canines that are far too prominent to be human. 

“Oh, I guess that would be a fair question,” he hums. “I’m a vampire,” your face falls with the final word. 

You are quickly moving to close the window, shaking your head in a dismissive action. 

“Wait, you aren’t in danger, I couldn’t even come in even if I wanted to,” he’s quick to speak, to sigh in relief when you stop your action to shut him out once again. He watches intently as you raise your brow in questioning. 

“Okay, so, let me get this straight, vampires are real and actually have to be invited in?” you stifle a laugh and move again, your hand going up to pull the window down. 

“Yes, but please, wait, I- I have a proposition,” he stutters because he has your attention now and he’d do anything just to keep it. Your eyes meet his own dark brown ones as he pleads silently that you will listen, that he will even think of a proposition before you’ve had the better thought to actually go through with your idea of shutting the window altogether. The way he sees it he has two options. He either commits to killing you or-

“So now vampires come to windows with questions?” you tease. 

“Sure,” he says and you let out a heavy sigh with a roll of your eyes. He’s never been so thankful to be side-eyed in his entire thousand and some years of existence. 

“Go on?”

“Do you want to be my familiar?” Wilbur asks. 

“Sorry, your what?”

Wilbur only realizes after he’s walked away that the job position he just offered you isn’t quite open yet…

#c: wilbur #wilbur soot x y/n #wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot x reader #au: vampire

[kurokrisps]

Scene practice with a vampire shin and y/n

#shinsou hitoshi #au: vampire #vampire shinsou #hitoshi shinsou #mha shinsou #shinsou x y/n #mha x y/n #black y/n #scene #style practice #art #my hero academia fanart #mha fanart #kuro art

[melpomeneprose]

We don't take direction, Lucretia My reflection, dance the ghost with me. - Lucretia My Reflection, Sisters of Mercy

#muse: benjamin tallmadge #au: vampire #visage / merely aiding nature #musings / the wicked have their virtues #aes / the lovers you take are dangerous #historical verse. #18th century #american revolution #benjamin tallmadge #ben tallmadge #for skill in music named / queue #meeraedits #turn washington's spies #turn: washington's spies #amc turn #turn amc #halloween

[justiceforthomasbarrow]

I saw the tags in your recent reblog about Thomas being a vampire and wanted to say yes. Just yes. I love this idea so much. He literally looks just like a vampire, complete with sad lone wolf vibes 🥺

This is the most accurate description of Thomas I've ever read: the look of a vampire and the soul of a sad, lone wolf. It's him, 100%. 🥺

I know I repeat myself in the tags, I know, with this vampire thing, but I can't help but think that Fellowes, the costume designers, the make-up artists and the whole crew thought like us... Certain shots, certain lights, they're straight out of vampire movies.

And then he, misunderstood, condemned to a sad and lonely life (at least so he believes), but full of love. He's basically Bram Stoker's Dracula. Or Etienne Navarre, if you like 😊

I propose a petition to have Rob play all the movie vampires 😆

Anyway, thank you for your words and your support in my madness. And thanks for listening to my rant 😊

#vampire thomas collective #we stand with our vampire thomas #thanks for your support #thanks for your patience #thanks for coming to my ted talk #rob james collier #robert james collier #rjc #thomas barrow #downton abbey #au: vampire