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bl00dfroma-fairy · 1 month
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angelelynae · 13 days
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Cold Blooded //🩸
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inotrobot718 · 10 months
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wastedunicorn · 2 years
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How old are you?
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bloodyneptunee · 3 days
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🧛🏽‍♂️
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reign-factors · 7 months
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inthedarktrees · 21 hours
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Hoping for gloom, Vampira puts up an umbrella on sunny day. She tells signature seekers, "I give epitaphs not autographs."
Dennis Stock, “Good Evening, I Am Vampira,” Life, June 14, 1954
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annabelle--cane · 26 days
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anyway yeah read strange manner by inkfingers_mcgee
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bl00dfroma-fairy · 19 days
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rainymoodlet · 6 months
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curiouser and curiouser… 👀
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linipik · 1 year
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Werewolf Keith + Vampire Lance
This story starts with Keith, who has never gotten along with werewolves, looking for Shiro (who is himself a vampire). And Lance is just an average, very competitive human, and is tired of this new student (Keith) one uping him and driving him insane in all his classes (in more ways than one).
Until one day... Lance discovers the whole shebang, including some secret war between vampires. He was in the wrong place at the wrong time, maybe looking for Keith after he has been missing classes for a couple of weeks just after lance gets a grip on his own feeling...But still, he is caught/deathly hurt in the middle of that, and one vampire (kof Allura kofkof) turns him.
And that's just the beginning of it all, with recently turned vampire lance finding and getting into this new life with cryptids and blood with his werewolf bf Keith.
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mossmurdock · 8 months
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vampire!nanami is plaguing my mind rn. he gets bitten but doesnt even fully realize he's been turning into something a little farther from human for the past week.
he pins it down as some sort of overly punishing cold, a stomach bug working hard enough to have him call in sick from work for the very first time. all of a sudden his room is never dark enough and the pain in his neck is no longer throbbing; but he has to tell his boss to switch him over to the nightshift and there's something new building in his stomach, something that only grows at the sight of you.
at first, nanami would only rarely see you in the office, half asleep as you gathered the things at your desk and began to finally head home when coworkers were just beginning to settle in for the day. you're always slumped against the metal of the elevator, hardly able to keep yourself up in your brief moments of pause. he'd catch a glimpse of you before the doors would slide close, practically tipping over like a cut down tree.
now he and you somewhat share the same schedule. it's nauseating. a month into this and the proximity of the elevator is still too much to deal with. nanami had expected to adjust to this eventually, once he finally put two and two together and decided to address the odd sharpening of his teeth and senses. he isn't the type to let something like this get in the way of his life, so he heads to work, he gets things done, and he tries to remember to breath more evenly when he catches a particularly strong wave of whatever it is about you that drives him crazy.
nanami isn't one to lose his composure. there are other people in this office that work closely to him, that lean over him to point something out on his pc, that pat him on the back encouragingly when they see him making his first coffee of the night. not once does is he ever swallowed by the need to clutch these people in his hands and find out what's underneath their skin. sure, there's a curiosity, the natural type that he assumes comes with this sort of thing; but its one he's always been able to dismiss easily. blood can be substituted and he's more than content with that if it means he can continue living through life as normally as possible.
but there's a certain satisfaction that must be intimately tied into you, one that his body screams at him for trying dissolve. it's so juxtaposed from his normalcy that he isn't sure what to do with it.
he could change the timing of his leave from work, head into the elevator after you, but there's almost this unspoken routine now, and the last thing nanami needs is you thinking he's deliberately attempting to avoid you. although, a deeper, more twisted, part of him wants to maintain this small sample of you.
he eats, and tries to sleep, complains about work, reads when he finds the time, checks in with friends whenever they reach out, wears his reading glasses despite his vision getting better, and thinks about making plans to travel. these are small reasons for living, enough to keep him going. it wouldn't feel right to go about it any different way.
when you speak to him for the first time, the world feels like it's being violently torn apart.
the work day has ended for the both of you, dawn is much too close to rising and overtime is unfortunately a normalcy for you. you worked especially hard tonight. there's a bit of paleness to your skin and the whites of your eyes have been tinged pink. per usual, you're slightly slumped against the wall, hand brushing against the cold metal bar lining the thick panels.
he feels your eyes brushing over him tonight, they pause at his hands.
"was rain forecasted for today?" you ask. you're referencing the black umbrella in his hand.
"i have a long commute from here," he replies. which isn't a lie, but it isn't the whole truth either. today was forecasted to be incredibly sunny, not a cloud in sight.
your eyebrows raise, "you seem like the prepared type. that's a good thing." he doesn't know why you feel the need to clarify.
the doors open and nanami realizes his ears aren't ringing, rather it's just the intercom telling him his on the ground floor and that it was time to get off. you don't rush to leave him, no, you walk with him outside. you don't question why his umbrella is already open, though you do dare a glance up at the sky before eyeing him sneakily. the sun is rising and the streets are already busy with cars and people.
"rest well, nanami. and decent job at work today." you smile at him slightly, it's a bit tight at the corners. he wishes he could press the fatigue out of you.
"only decent?" he asks. its safe banter. your choice of words, even with only having spoken to you briefly, are deliberate sounding, almost like hooks in the water. so much purpose behind them. nanami's grip on the handle of the umbrella tightens. this is too much. he should leave this alone.
"being anything more than that would be insulting in this line of work, wouldn't it?" you laugh dryly, it shouldn't sound so tasteful.
he smiles, only slightly, he won't flash teeth. "ah well, decent job to you too. and rest well."
you lighten a little in the sun, brightening at his words.
he makes the mistake of breathing in too deeply once you've turned away. he smells it above anything else, the liquid pumping in your veins matches the heat of his.
nanami draws blood from his own cheek and reminds himself to take a very cold shower once he gets home.
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nanowatzophina · 6 months
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Lord above I hope that Porter and Treasure is a healthy relationship… I’m already too attached bro.
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