#Verse: Vampire AU

[tricoloredillusion]

“I was told I had to be ‘cordial’ to you from now on.” Whatever that means. This meant small talk. What do you talk to a vampire about?

“Did… You know I have O negative blood…?” Probably not that…

-Vampire AU

She was forcing herself to be cordial?...well, this was probably better than making their situation worse, so even if the vampire crossed her arms, she was listening to Karma.

...her tongue passing by her lips after listening to the other mention her blood type.

She was simply teasing, at least partially; Neopolitan not visible to the other, but looking over her shoulder with a small grin before Trivia took a step closer.

She was shorter, yes, but boldness took over, and the woman was raising a hand to get it closer to the other's neck, while brown and pink eyes obviously fixated to look at it.

Did different types of blood taste different?...Trivia couldn't tell the difference, at least not yet, but she was curious nevertheless.

[chikoyama]

jesus , you didn't tell me you were dangerous . (from vitya?)

Fillory & Further Sentence Starters | Accepting

“You were underestimating me, weren’t you?” The half-vampire was sounding surpisingly calm as she glanced down at the hunter. A small pout was visible on her face as she kept him pinned to the ground. She was straddling his lower back, forcibly restraining him by keeping his arms tightly locked behind him.

While the fight, admittedly, hadn’t been entirely smooth sailing, the young hybrid couldn’t help but appear slightly disappointed about the outcome of it anyway, even if the purpose had been to simply test her strengths.

Results? Well, In terms of power, Chiyori didn’t quite match that of a pureblood vampire, but the output had still been rather unexpected — enough take on a full-grown man by herself despite her size. Not what one would’ve expected of a rather ordinary-looking woman. However, it probably would’ve been more of a challenge if her sparring partner had chosen not to hold back.

“Please, don’t do that, Viktor,” Chiyori added simply, intonation gentle despite the request. Though, she had no real intention of hurting him, she pressed her weight further into his restrained form. She was obviously trying to prove a point here. Because, well… it worried her — if things went awry, and Viktor couldn’t stop her, who could then?

[honeyglas]

This house is empty. All its inhabitants are buried.

Silly strahd dnd au where you find out that a previous reincarnation of you is buried in this massive manor and also your previous lovers are stalking you slowly through the dark hallways. Be careful

[nicomoon69]

lil yuri vampire timbern (tim is annoyed bern didn’t bother her while she was working like she had asked lmao)

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

Idk if ya do this fantasy stuff but Vampire Spencer x Male Reader?

Warnings: a few curse/swear words, vampire au, way too many twilight jokes

A/N: I took a weird approach to this, I hope you enjoy!

You were new to the team, they hadn't exactly opened up to you about everything just yet. The majority of the team weren't, well, human. And you were. You and Spencer slowly began to get closer, a little more than friends, one might say.

"I'm a vampire."

"Fuck off," You give a snort, studying him, waiting for him to laugh, tell you he was having a laugh, something. "Are you serious?"

"Yes."

"Prove it." You tilt your chin up, looking at him like he's absolutely insane.

Reid rolls his eyes, before his eyes turn red, two fangs now on show.

"Holy fucking shit." A beat of silence passes, "How are you still hot?"

Spencer laughs, his cheeks tinting pink ever so slightly. "Fucking hell, I just made a vampire blush." You grinned, "Hey, who old even are you?"

"Er, 200."

There's a moment of silence before you speak up. "You know what this means, right?"

"What?" Spencer held back a sigh, he had a horrible feeling you were no longer going to want to be involved with him now.

"You're not actually a genius, you're just old as fuck." You grinned. "Wait a minute, how are you this ancient and you've never seen Twilight?!"

"I am not watching Twilight."

"You kind of have to now."

"No, I don't."

"Yeah, you do."

"(Y/N), no-"

"Yes. My house, tonight. I'll invite you in and everything."

Knowing he couldn't exactly argue this, he just sighed.

"This is the skin of a killer, Bella." You snort. This was the fourth Twilight quote was

"(Y/N), Twilight quotes are banned in this household-" Spencer groaned loudly.

"I will uninvite you from my house."

"That's not how it works,"

"Yeah, whatever old man."

[mystiffox]

— badsansuary: days 22 - 24

yeah, let me be fashionably late for this. these prompts were made by @owl-bones !! i'll take any reason to show my selfship with night🙏 you understand. yes, every prompt i draw will be a diff au each time. yes, i have enough aus for this (with varying degrees of lore)

said au notes (+ last year's badsansuary art!) are under the cut:

Day 22: Paint -> Creative Arts AU

i have a couple of modern aus which are more or less all slice of life aus, and this one's just the trope of artist/artist so i don't need to explain much. main difference beyond that is that night is just not goopy LMFAO

i do wanna add that dream is also featured here because. its coldsunset poly (im dating both of em) for all the aus, its just a highlight on me and night bc of the prompt theme (note: my interpretation of dream is she's transfem and uses any pronouns fyi)

Day 23: Foolish -> Swapped!Medieval AU

now the medieval smoothie au has Much More Lore this time, especially since we've revamped it recently. it's gotten to the point of au-ception. because we're insane. in fact, this isn't the only swap au we have (i coined it as the Scales Swapped Timeline) and i might even draw the other swap (Royal Swap TL) if the opportunity arrives :]

the gist of this is that night swaps with dream! me and gillan (the fairy in the art) still work in dream's kingdom, its just that there's an excess of positivity instead of negativity. this leaves her kingdom oversaturated in positivity that they can't even process loss or any sort of negative emotions- and night can't be close to her because he starts to physically hurt (possibly even start dying) from the positivity, which forces him out the kingdom.

his crown is one of the few things he has that came from what is now dream's own kingdom (it doesn't fit him well, but he can't bare parting with it). i'm the one of the first to seek him out to try and improve kingdom relations in hopes of recovering the balance.

there's a lot to unpack there.

Day 24: Royalty -> Original Medieval AU

WE ARE SO BACK and i am enjoying this revamp to the fullest rn !!! we r embracing this fully by attempting to ocify the extended smoothie poly by humanizing designs and adding a bit more fantasy elements into the world. that's why most of these have human and skeleton variants btw (this will be a theme in my art)

the apple twins? dragon hybrids now. me and gillan? shapeshifter and fairy respectively. oh, and the lil' tiefling kid that present time night was reminded of when seeing his past self? that's the adopted kid in the new lore post-truce hehe. i didn't write it properly but "the person" that young passive says is meant to be "the person we love"

i would like to blame gillan for pushing the thought of a child into the au i am now very much attached to the child (their name won't be revealed yet tho). they're a young knight in training that just stuck to me and never left and now they got a whole ass family. w development

it's never not interesting to explore night's character with the au, i just love the dynamic we have despite the complicated history.

will i elaborate on this? that's a very good question. maybe ask me and i'll provide crumbs anyway! here's last year's stuff

i had the same goal of doing some prompts from night's days + the last free days, but they were gonna connect to each like this- but as you can tell, i didn't get far LMAO. at least i've done better this year tho

[tricoloredillusion]

While Neo couldn't blame Lux for the questioning, the mute has been living for so LONG as an undead, that it was just the 'normal' for her. It didn't help that only a few years of her life were as a human, but even then, her parents were vampires that raised her for the day in which she was ready to be turned into one.

'I'm happy because I can do whatever I want. I'm free...and superior to those lowly human beings when gifted with these powers.' Giving the fallen angel a toothy grin, Neo chuckled softly to herself before humming softly.

'Humans also have restrictions, anyway. Almost every being does. They also have to eat and drink if they want to live, so is this any different?...the sun is a pain, more like an allergy, but no problem when we are the most active at night anyway. I was raised to be used to these, so I don't know what it's like to be 'normal'.' After making a pause, she laughed some more and stared at Lux from the corner of her eyes. 'What's really normal in this world, eh? Vampires have been controlling human society for the longest time, and yet...they think they are the ones in control. And most of the time live ignorant of the kind of creatures they walk among.'

"Celestial who isn't no longer pure. Yes, I assume that is true about me. For once, my blood being tainted seems to be beneficial to your kind." The fallen angel concluded, while her statement held a morbid fact, she wasn't really concerned, considering it already happened often.

"Are you happy by living like this as a vampire? Needing to hunt others for their blood? Forcing yourself to hide from the sun at all cost? I can't imagine it myself, with these restrictions and necessities." It was in all a curious question on her part.

[ihavethegrimoire]

the fact that suguru and sukuna, the only two that i think could aptly be described as "love interests" for satoru, both have themes and techniques based around consumption...

something should be done with that.

[tricoloredillusion]

“It’s been awhile. Monster.” (Nice to see you on my dash! ^^)

When the vampire heard the familiar voice, she couldn't help but turn around and frown softly- her expression not too severe, but perhaps a bit judgmental.

She didn't like being reminded about what she was, but at the same time, seeing someone that wasn't her parents was a relief.

Instead of giving any kind of direct answer or sassy remark, though, Trivia simply waved a little.

[chikoyama]

blood donation (plotted) | @gyofukuki

Her nails dug into the hem of her skirt, her whole body tensing as she stood there before the hunter. She was trying to make up her mind, but even thinking about it felt… uncomfortable; unnerving, really, to be granted the option to inflict pain on someone else, especially someone she cared about.

She wasn’t used to this. Wasn’t used to humans, or anyone really, offering themselves to her. Not like that, not as willingly as Viktor. Not as insistently. And Chiyori could feel the reluctance jitter inside her, bolting around like loose particles knocking cells out of place. However, it wouldn’t come as a surprise if the hunter told that he’d noticed something off about her lately.

In the past few days, it hadn’t been easy for Chiyori to keep herself under reins, especially not with what she was. When she had found herself in a room with a few too many people gathered, she had felt the thirst in her throat flare up like an infected wound, and she’d promptly excused herself away from them, to isolate herself, to calm down.

As they stood there across each other, a doubtful gaze travelled up to meet blue irises, then slowly — though not entirely inconspiciously — trailed down to his neck, to the spot where the rhytmic beat of his pulse resided underneath. She felt her throat constrict once more; hunger acting up, heart racing. Could she even trust herself to not become too… greedy, unselfish even, once she had her teeth fully sunk into him?

Her indecisiveness was almost palpable, hovering thickly in the air between them. Eventually, with a whisper, Chiyori decided to yield: “Alright.” Teeth biting the inner of her lip, amber eyes cast down towards the floor and away from the hunter, shameful and reluctant — the half vampire herself had yet to come to full terms with who… or what she was. So far, she’d only been feeding on animal blood, but even that had made her stomach twist, but more so in shame than actual disgust.

[tricoloredillusion]

A junk heap wasn't the expected spot for the vampire, not for a start, anyway, but if anything, that added to make the situation a bit more interesting than she expected at first.

In a way, she could somewhat understand where Rena was coming from. Sometimes the junk of one person was the treasure of another. And in a village like this one, finding entertainment felt difficult, so it was most likely a good escapade to have fun.

The disappearance of the business card had the woman grinning internally, but she acted a little surprised when the young girl went to try and find it again, leaving her alone for the time being.

Not like she had much time to wander off- the piece of newspaper that ended at her feet made her raise an eyebrow, an almost like if destiny wanted her to see this, the mute read through the article before chuckling to herself.

So, there was more to this place than expected at first! And here she thought she wouldn't get anything exciting going on...

Humans getting violent with humans wasn't something new for her, but that something so brutal could happen here, like this.

For when Rena came back, the vampire discarded the newspaper back into the mountains of junk, staring at the girl with a somewhat apologetic gaze and the answer with a soft nod.

Rena nods in return, turning back and beckoning Neo to follow.

“Normally I would save my favorite spot for last, but it happens to be the nearest destination, so let’s start here!”

Within a few minutes they arrive at what appears to be a scrap heap; rusty metal parts, car tires, tossed home appliances, pieces of furniture and other such junk. An unorthodox way to start a tour to be sure, but Rena begins to explain its appeal.

“This might look like just a junk heap at first glance, but there’s more to it than you might think–this is Rena’s treasure hunting spot! There are so many unappreciated valuables lying here waiting for a new home; teddy bears, useful tools–I once even found a life-size statue of Colonel Randy here!”

Suddenly, Rena’s cheer drops, realizing she might have dropped Neo’s business card somewhere along the way; she feels around her pockets in a panic before speaking up.

“Ah, I’m sorry miss Neopolitan, I think I lost your card somewhere! Hauu… Can you wait here please?” Rena begins backtracking the path to look for the lost item.

While Rena is away, the wind blows an old newspaper article up to Neo’s feet, detailing a dismemberment murder in Hinamizawa:

In the 1970’s, the government began plans to build a dam in Hinamizawa which had reached a massive area, and if it were built, it would have resulted in the village being flooded.

The project was contested and sabotaged by the unity of the villagers, defenders of their home who dubbed themselves the Onigafuchi Guardians.

4 years ago in 1979, the project was canceled when the dam construction foreman was murdered. Several people ganged up on him and murdered him; the perpetrators dismembered his corpse with a cleaver knife and each hid a piece.

By the time Neo’s done reading Rena returns, disappointed.

“I couldn’t find it anywhere, I should have been more careful. Hauu, I was really hoping to keep it… But anyway, do you see the appeal of Rena’s treasure hunting spot now, miss Neopolitan? …Do you?”

[autisticlancemcclain]

Cool fingers press lightly into his skin, yanking him from sleep. A hand shakes his shoulder. He clings stubbornly to the last dredges of unconsciousness, desperately trying to ignore the disturbance.

“Keith. Keith. Keith, baby. Get up.”

Unfortunately, this disturbance cannot be ignored.

G-d, Keith fucking hates Halloween.

“What, Lance,” he groans, flailing around blindly for a pillow and smacking it over his head. Lance waits a second, allowing naive hope to bloom in Keith’s unmoving chest, before wrenching the pillow away. Keith opens his eyes just to glare at him. “It’s one in the afternoon!”

Lance’s smile is bright and beautiful. It’s too early for that kind of shit. Keith can’t tear his eyes away.

“I changed my mind about tonight.”

Keith blinks. “…Really?”

That’s…unusual. Lance loves Halloween. Keith has been grumbling about it for decades, but his husband has never swayed, dragging Keith gleefully to pumpkin patches and Target and various thrift stores to prepare for a night of handing out candy to demanding children and teenagers alike. Keith carves a stupid pumpkin every single year. He flies up to the roof to overdecorate and Lance’s fathoming. He dumps overpriced and overpackaged candy into a stupid novelty bucket. He refrains from tearing the doorbell off the doorframe in flinging it into space. He caves, essentially, to every single one of Lance’s whims.

He used to make entire nations cower by baring his teeth. What has become of him, truly.

“I don’t. Actually. Detest this stupid holiday down to my bones,” Keith admits hesitantly, dragging himself so he’s sitting upright. “I mean, well. I do. It’s dumb and cheesy and stupid. But. You love it, so.” He is suddenly sick to his stomach, realizing that all his grumbling might have actually dimmed Lance’s adoration for Halloween, his love for all the silly traditions. As much as he’d rather not have Twilight wannabes and plucky princesses stomping all around his house all night, he will endure it for the way Lance bounces with excitement every ring of the doorbell. He has for over half a century. He thought Lance knew that.

But thankfully there is no heaviness Keith can find in Lance’s expression, no sadness dropping his shoulders. His brown eyes sparkle with the same flash of mischief they usually do; if anything they glow a little brighter, shine a little more golden in the late afternoon sun.

“Oh, please,” he says warmly, flicking the bridge of Keith’s nose. Keith’s affection, however masked, is noted. Keith lets out a sigh of relief. “If the entirety of the western world up and forgot Halloween had any meaning then you would be smug for the next two centuries, you scrooge.”

Keith inclines his head. This is true. “Then why don’t you want to hand out candy this year?”

Too energetic to be still any longer, Lance brushes his knuckles against Keith’s cheek and gets to his feet, spinning towards the window and resting dramatically upon the frame.

“Well,” he says, hand brandished theatrically on his hip, “you know how Pidge can change her appearance for tricks?”

Understanding dawns on Keith. He groans, loudly, falling back onto the mattress and throwing the duvet over his face.

“No, Lance.”

His husband isn’t deterred in the slightest. “Yes!”

“I refuse. Pidge will refuse!”

“Think of Hana! You know Shiro has her dressed as a fat baby pumpkin. You know it, Keith. Think of how cute that will be.”

That will be cute. This is true. But, as Lance so often likes to point out, they live in the age of technology. Keith is sure he will get a slew of pictures of his niece in a pumpkin costume in the next few hours.

“I’m going back to sleep. Good night.”

“Sun’s high in the sky, Count von Count.” Lance yanks the blanket from Keith grip. His smile is wide and victorious when Keith looks at him, because he knows damn well the only reason he could pull back that blanket was because Keith let him.

He knows he’s won. Keith hisses at him.

“Come on,” Lance coaxes, leaning down to kiss Keith gently. “Don’t think of it as us trick or treating. Think of it as…stealing candy from babies! We’re taking the opportunity from some kid, no? Making less to go around?”

“That’s a horrible way to put it,” Keith grumps, even though it isn’t and it’s actually really funny and Keith is furious at himself for the laugh he chokes down. “This is so stupid. We can buy our own candy, Lance.”

“But trick or treat candy has —”

“Do not say there’s magic in it.”

“—magic in it,” Lance finishes, snickering. “And lots of it.”

He shrieks as Keith lunges forward, jabbing him in the ribs until he’s breathless with laughter and protest and pinning his wrists to the mattress. He struggles against Keith’s hold, uselessly, because Keith’s grip is stronger than iron shackles and he’s too weak from giggles to put up a fight. Keith rolls his eyes at his own smile at the sound.

“That is such a dumbass reason,” he says, exasperated.

“It’s real, though,” Lance insists. “The act of freely giving a possession —”

“—imbues it with the power of good will, yeah, yeah, I know.” He leans down and bites the tongue Lance has stuck out on him, smiling slightly at how quickly the witch relents, how quickly he melts into him. Affection bleeds from him in full, Keith finds. Sometimes so potently it changes the weight of the air.

“We can gather everyone up and look like a whole crew,” Lance mumbles against his lips. “Hana in her little pumpkin. Pidge can probably pull off a ten year old without even shifting. Allura and Hunk technically haven’t aged past their teens.”

“Allura is five thousand years old,” Keith grumbles. “At least. She’s an empress. She’s too dignified for this bullshit. She houses Ra.”

“She’ll think this whole thing is funny and you know it.”

Keith sighs. “Yeah, I know.” He kisses Lance one last time before sitting up, letting his husband wiggle out of his hold and buzz around their bedroom to get ready. He draws a line through the air, pulling back the fabric of space with sparks of electric grin, and digs around the little pocket for a moment. It becomes quickly apparent as he extracts two intricately made, exaggerated costumes of a cartoon witch and vampire, that this has been the plan for a while and his husband had no doubts about Keith’s begrudging acceptance.

“I have more costumes for everyone else,” Lance says excitedly. “They’re stereotypical and gaudy and horrible. They took me hours. I can’t wait.”

“You’re a goober,” Keith says fondly. Lance beams back at him. “Let’s go get some stupid candy.”

———

the halloween verse

[blackwood4stucky]

WIP Poll Game 🤭

Y'all see what I did there? 😏

Tagged by @metalbvcky 🩶

Game Rules: Make a 24hr poll listing the titles of every WIP you want to work on. (It’s fine if you only have one, still make a poll for the vote count). Whichever WIP title gets the most votes, write 1 sentence for every vote received.

Y'all go please vote in my other poll too, it's for "the sun also delights in moonlit nights"!

No pressure tags: @kingofsorrow20 @katie-delaney @gyokujyn @readmymindao3 @dvrkblooms @museaway

[thequeenofthedisneyverse]

Vampire! Prowler Miles HCs

TW: mentions of sucking bl00d and k!ll!ng people, bad people tho.

Miles G got bit by a radioactive bat, just to be clear.

Kingpin thought it was a good idea to make a radioactive bat and targeted it at Miles (not caring for whether Miles died or not). Miles (and Aaron) doesn't know Kingpin made it, all he knows is that a weird looking bat bit him, it hurt like heck, and know he has superpowers.

He can go out in sun light but STRONGLY dislikes it. Mostly because his eyes are sensitive to the light.

His bedroom is REALLY dark, Rio often makes comments about it.

He got fangs and claws, obviously. But they only come out when he's extremely upset or when he wants them to.

Yes, he can walk on walls and has venomous fangs. His venom will instantly paralyze & numb you.

Aaron knows about it and helps out when he can.

Miles can still eat regular food, but as a treat he usually sucks the blood out of whatever bad guy he was tasked to kill for a mission.

Has a blood storage in Aaron's house just in case he has a thirst.

All out goth/emo of course and loves alternative music.

Has on shades when outside, and indoors depending on how light the room is.

His suit has bat wings attached to them, making him more agile in fights.

 Sense such as better sight (only at night), smell, hearing, taste, touch, echo location, and super strength.

REALLY fast, which is why he always wins battles.

He heals pretty quickly, like overnight quickly.

Aaron calls him batman, much to his distaste and annoyance.

Small dating HC'S:

You two totally had the upside-down kiss thing.

You noticed his super strength whenever he got upset and threw things, you calmed him down though. (Your usually scared out of your mind, not because he may hurt you, but because he may hurt himself)

You often wonder why he always wears shades inside or outside. The sun isn't that bad, you had asked him and said his eyes were becoming sensitive. Which wasn't a lie, but you worried about him a lot more.

@d4ridi0rsworld

[tricoloredillusion]

When getting a negative answer, Trivia couldn't help but wonder if she was the only one being weird. It made her look away for a second, but once the bear was re-offered, the woman reached out her hands to hold it between these, gently and carefully so she wouldn't damage it.

The touch was a little rough, but that was normal given the age of the bear, and even with that, brown and pink fixated on the toy for a moment so she could pass her sharpened nails by some of the bear's details.

No one to this day has been able to see Neopolitan, however. To her she was real, and she spoke of her as another entity that accompanied her almost at all time, but no one would've been able to see her. It was the main reason of why no one took her seriously, and unknown to her, the illusory powers she was developing may be starting to make what's real for her to actually be there.

It's because of the lack of acknowledgment that the woman was quick to look back at Cardin with wide-open eyes, fingers tightening their grip around the stuffed plush before she blinked once.

The description was perfect, to the point it made the vampire swallow and feel a phantom skip of her heart.

So sudden it was, that she simply nodded softly first, giving a glare to Neopolitan, who was still behind her, smirking.

'That's her...that's Neopolitan. But no one has been able to see her until now.'

Her hand raising for the bear didn’t go out of his sight. He wondered why should would retreat like that as he was still under the guise of what was his was hers. It was second nature at this point, somethings never changed.

A deep blush came to his cheeks however when she commented on the stuffed animal. It made him feel childish and embarrassed. Then her question came and took that embarrassment away as he looked at her questioningly.

“No.” He chuckled, holding the bear up for her if she wished to touch it. “It doesn’t talk to me or say things. It’s just a toy.”

He was confused and her speaking about her imaginary friend being ‘Very real’ confused him. Did she not know he’s seen Neo before? Just the smallest sight of her, one time, while she fed off of him.

It scared him.

“Trivia, I know your imaginary friend is more real than not, I’ve seen her.” Only a fraction of a second. But that was all he needed for that deep, evil smile of hers to be ingrained in the pits of his mind. “She looks like you, but with pink hair instead of your natural color. Right?” He wanted to confirm, hoping he wasn’t crazy and that it was in fact his mind playing tricks on him.

[shannara810]

I know I’m not a genius with graphics programs, but sometimes I like to fiddle here and there.

For my Tyler Addams 'verse 🖤 @fullofwoe5321

(The verses are from Angelus' monologue, from Buffy season two. Always loved his arc).