#Vampire hunter
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cleelczipsybane · 24 hours ago
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Does that make the twins a pair of sneasels?
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Sneasler + Hsien-Ko
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casualevan · 3 days ago
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When things go bump in the night, they bump back.
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skekilla · 3 days ago
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FINALLY FUCKING FINISHED THIS AFTER A MILLION BILLION YEARS HOW WE DOING TWILIGHT FANDOM
in all honesty the reason i began thinking about my twilight rewrite again was cause i just went on a drive through washington down to oregon o7=<
anyway shout out to the flower field
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sleepy-mocha · 3 months ago
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HUNGER 🩸
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witchrealms · 3 months ago
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malinanan · 11 months ago
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Andria, the monster huntress 🗡️💔
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animeglitch · 5 months ago
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silken-moonlight · 6 months ago
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1000 Special: Vamp!Emporer and his new concubine
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A/N: It's official, to celebrate my 1,000 followers, this will become a mini-series!
The sun rose in the morning sky, its light slipping through the heavy curtains of the emperor's bedroom. A ray of morning sun kissed the exposed skin of your back, warming it gently. You found yourself in the arms of the emperor, your head on his chest and your legs entangled with his. His skin was cool beneath yours, and you enjoyed the feeling of it. You wanted to place kisses on his cool skin, but you didn't dare to move, lest you destroy this moment. So you stayed like this, letting out a sigh and relaxing back into his touch.
A chuckle left his lips as he looked down at you. You looked up at him, meeting his deep red eyes. His gaze was almost gentle. "Good morning, little love," he purred, his eyes traveling down your body as he smiled, admiring the bites he'd left on your neck and shoulders. "Good morning, Your Majesty," you replied, your voice still carrying a hint of hoarseness. Something flickered in his eyes when you said that. He sat up, releasing you. The sun illuminated his dark hair, dancing over his face as he closed his eyes for a moment.
“I will go now to get dressed and ready for the day,” he informed you as he got up. “I will leave as soon as you wish.” You immediately answered, sitting up. Already you could feel your sore legs and sensitive private parts. The bite marks began to itch and heal as well. He tutted at your answer. “Have you learned nothing from yesterday?” You blushed and kept silent. He chuckled. You saw him reach out to you, but he stopped himself and got out of bed instead. “I will send someone to take care of you today,” he continued, putting on a dressing gown to leave the room. “I will not return until late this evening,” were his next words to you, not that you really knew what you were supposed to do with that information.
“You will wait for me when I return.” His voice was dark and stern, the same voice that chose you the day you had been added to the harem. The door slammed shut behind him, and you lay back, thinking about last night with a blush on your face. Suddenly, the door opened, and two servants entered. You sat up, clutching the blanket.
“We're here to take care of you.” One said, the woman of the two said. “We will bring something you can wear for now and bring you breakfast.” The man informed her. “Then we will go to the bathhouse.” The woman added. You simply nodded, just going along with it. In a matter of minutes they brought you a beautiful dressing gown to put over your naked form, Bringing you a lush breakfast to enjoy in bed. You thanked them, eating it up since you realized how hungry and thirsty you were. Your breakfast consisted of fruits, sweet bread, and various kinds of jams. You were surprised to taste how much better the things tasted than what you usually ate.
When you were finished, they brought you to the bathhouse. They stripped you and ordered you to sit down in a bathtub. The woman began to wash your hair and massage your scalp while the man began to do a manicure on your hands. They took their time. Masks were put in your hair and on your face. Your skin was dry-brushed, peeled, and washed with different sponges. You offered to help, but they stopped you, telling you that you were supposed to enjoy it and not do it yourself. When the water lost its heat, they helped you out, drying you with the softest towels and putting almond oil on your skin. They put rose oil behind your ears, oil on your nails and fingers, and lip balm on your lips, tinting it with the color of pressed rose petals. You had never felt this clean and pampered.
It didn't stop there, you were brought back to the emperor's bedroom. There you ate a wonderful small lunch. Only the finest Red meat and well cooked vegetables were given to you. You felt so privileged, trying not to enjoy it too much. A dress Was laid out for you. It was white with golden Details.
And then you waited for him. Hours passed, but finally the door opened and he stepped in. He didn't even close the door and looked down at you. He smiled, and you swallowed hard, waiting for him to speak. "Have they taken care of you?" he asked, and you nodded. He took a step inside, shutting the door.
"I have rules for you to follow. Will you do that for me?" He asked as he took in the sight of you: Kneeling on his bed in a white, flowy dress...it made him want to kiss you. Maybe he should have a painter paint you like this so he could have this image forever.
You nodded, earning a smile. "In private you will Adress me by my name. When we have sex You will address me as 'master.'" You listened and nodded. He came closer. "If you talk to anybody about anything that happens between us, you will lose any privilege you had." Again, you nodded. With that he closed the diffrence and kissed you. You melted into his touch.
"By the holy night...I need someone like you." He whispered and kissed you again as if his life depended on it. "My beloved, my own..." he continued, making you gasp as you realized what he had just said...
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Divider credit: @thecutestgrotto
Taglist: @blushycadaver
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mcpirita · 1 year ago
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Mr. Vampire III [ Hong Kong ] • 1987
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arcadebroke · 9 months ago
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possessedpasm · 1 year ago
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Commission for Coyder Spider! 🦇
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the-modern-typewriter · 1 year ago
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Your vampires are amazing. Would you write something about vampires for halloween?
"Oh, dear." The vampire studied the vampire hunter with a fierce and searing hunger in their gaze. "That's an awful lot of blood."
The vampire hunter managed a rasping, panicked breath. Their eyes went wide. They struggled to shift, to reach for a weapon.
The vampire smiled.
Lightning quick, the vampire crouched and straddled the hunter, pinning them down against the dirt. They placed a firm hand on the hunter's stomach, applying pressure to the wound. "Ah, ah, ah."
The hunter gasped in pain. They scrabbled at the vampire's hand, but the blood loss had already left them weak.
The vampire inhaled deeply, the smile on their lips only growing. With their free hand, they brushed the hunter's clammy hair back from their face. "How many people have you killed to ensure your own survival, do you think?"
"None."
"Oh?"
The hunter clenched their jaw. "Vampires aren't people."
The vampire chuckled. Their grip on the hunter's hair tightened, yanking back, forcing the hunter's back to arch with another groan of pain, and their throat to bare. "You'd make a good vampire."
The hunter shook their head, or tried to. Tears leaked down their cheek.
"No, really," the vampire said. "Your first instinct was to try to slaughter me, even now, at the very end of you. What a murderous little thing you are! I can appreciate that. None of the other hunters around these parts will come near me."
"Just finish it!"
"You'd love that, wouldn't you?" The vampire leaned down, to ghost their lips against the hunter's neck. "How about this. You can die when you can best me in combat."
The hunter went perfectly still at the teasing prick of sharp fangs. "W-what?" It would have been inaudible to a human.
"You can die when you can best me in combat. Until then, I'm going to keep bringing you back, mortally wounding you, and bringing you back again and again and again."
Vampire venom was curative. It kept their prey alive, their blood fresh and drinkable, for longer.
The hunter's heart raced.
The vampire bit.
The hunter's eyes fluttered, their body jerked, before the venom seeped in. Heat and life and desire and hunger. Intoxicatingly good. The lure of immortality, without the curse of a devil's bargain sealed.
The hunter moaned.
The vampire hummed, pleased.
The hunter struggled then, with greater strength as the wound on their stomach began to knit closed beneath the vampire's hands.
When the vampire pulled back, still straddling the hunter, it was to let go of the hunter's hair and capture their wrists instead. It was to release the pressure on the hunter's stomach, and bring a hand cat-like up to their lips to lick the hunter's blood clean away.
The hunter stared at them in horrified, mesmerised disbelief. Still reeling.
A vampire never looked so good as when they had just fed.
"You're delicious," the vampire murmured, with soft satisfaction. "I knew you would be."
"This is - why would you - I - we -"
"You thought I'd turn you?" The vampire's grin was wicked. "Just to torture you with being what you hate most?"
The hunter shivered.
The vampire laughed again. "No, no. I'll only turn you when you want it, when you beg for it."
"You're insane."
"I'm immortal." The vampire rose to their feet. "I'm ancient." They offered the hunter a hand to help them up. "And I'm bored. Have at, killer."
The hunter reached for the vampire's hand, feinted, lunged.
An instant later, they were on the forest floor again.
"Oh, dear," the vampire said. "That's an awful lot of blood." There was a pause, then, "best of three?"
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whumpsoda · 9 months ago
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I. I love vampire hunters turned thralls. Brainwashed into adoring little pets to creatures of which they once chased down with the goal of killing… UGH just someone who used to hate the thing they now address as master… bonus points if they get their memories erased and have no memory of their hunter past :3
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yellowsyro · 9 months ago
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meet my new character , Pandora, my excuse to draw women in suit
She is a Vampire Hunter, Diana’s pain in Ass and stubborn grumpy kid(28yo)
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sleepy-mocha · 6 months ago
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She won't me fr
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mickey-bees · 8 months ago
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Resident vampire hunter and his vampire yapper friend take the world by storm (the world is me I am the world I can’t get enough of drawing these guys)
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