#diurnal vampires

[fiddlepickdouglas]

Diurnal vampires my beloved. Ones who are often excluded from their own kind because their sleep schedule never changed. Being unable to be touched by sunlight has only made them have to adapt in other ways. Besties with insomniacs human and vampire alike because it's not their fault they got this way.

[whiteredrose13]

"So,"Qamar began, throwing his legs over the arm of the chair and leaning languidly on the other. "How was your 'walk'?"

Vincenzo shrugged behind the bar. He uncorked the wine with ease, tipping it over three thin-stemmed glasses.

"They're all dead, if that's what you mean."

An affronted look leapt onto Qamar's fine dark features, offended by the very notion he might even imply Vincenzo had failed.

"Well, of course they are,"Qamar said, as if it were obvious, because it was. "We sent you. You've never disappointed us."

Vincenzo neglected to mention the several points of their past life where he had disappointed them. Instead, he preened under Qamar's gaze. With a smile most pleased, he made his way to the hearth, handing Qamar his glass. Faint red smudges stained the stem as he passed it over. Qamar grinned at him over the rim, all fang and golden eyes.

"Thank you, dearest. Now, tell me: Did they scream?"

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Oh my gods, y'all-- It's been so long since I've done a full piece. The background on this thing kicked my ass. There were so many times I went back and Ibis took more than a few seconds to load and I was SO sure it would crash ;-;

But! I didn't! And I got to bestow The Man upon you! And here we see Vincenzo enjoying a nice post-murder cigar. (He is reformed here! They were going to murder his partners, and as head of the royal guard/royal spymaster, he did his duty to the crown and dispatched them.) He deserves a little treat~

I will be writing out the full story soon, so make sure to keep an eye out for it on my writing blog: @thistleanddown!

[luxiedrawsshit42]

People on Tumblr like vampires, right? I'm not hopping onto the Astarion bg3 bandwagon, but maybe this will suffice

Alt hues under the cut!

[calboyvanto]

Diurnal Vampire

(Watermark bc I’ll be making this a sticker xoxo)

[kiame-sama]

- As a Vampire Bat, Lilia drinks blood to supplement several of the vitamins he can't get from regular foods. Usually Lilia will drink from Sebek or Silver as they are typically the ones closest to him when his hunger strikes. He does not need to feed on blood often, more of a once a week kind of deal, and typically needs to feed once his cravings set in. Lilia would love to exclusively only feed on his Human, but he understands blood loss is dangerous and could harm his Human if he takes too much.

- Lilia is naturally nocturnal but has somewhat made a switch to being diurnal in order to attend classes and be the best role-model he can be for Malleus and Silver. He still takes naps during the day and will often sleep either up high where he can hang himself upsidedown or he will be sleeping on Silver's back as the Cervitaur is very warm and soft. It is this habit of sleeping in random high-up places that allows him to startle and surprise other students who may be passing by unaware he is above them. Malleus has made an attachment to his own nest that is like a branch for Lilia to use when he is struggling to sleep as being upsidedown is more natural for Lilia in many cases.

- Lilia uses his wings like blankets and will actually wrap others in his wings in order to keep them close while he sleeps. He finds great comfort in wrapping his wings around his body and around those he cares about. He has several holes and rips in his wings due to his past and the many fights he has been in during his long life, but these holes do not prevent him from flying.

- Lilia is a very graceful flyer and is quite fast when he is in open air, so he can get places quickly so long as he has enough room to spread his wings out. His nose is much stronger than many other monster-folk and he can typically pick up on very small scents of blood in the air- as he is a blood-consuming species- and has a particular aversion to extremely strong scents as they make his eyes water.

[thewertsearch]

CG: I NEED YOU TO COME THROUGH FOR ME, BECAUSE WE'RE RUNNING OUT OF MANPOWER HERE. CT: D --> We are CG: YES DIDN'T I MENTION? FEFERI, KANAYA AND TAVROS ARE DEAD, SOLLUX IS UNCONSCIOUS, AND TEREZI IS MISSING.

It all fell apart so fast, didn't it?

One minute, he was sitting in the Veil’s rec room, bickering with Jade. The next, everything was blood and honking.

What the fuck happened to Kanaya.

You foolishly misplaced your glasses during your heroic revival attempt, leaving you with no way of communicating with the others to warn them.

Phew. You got me, Hussie.

But there is no one in here. Just someone taking a nap on the horn pile over there. And a big puddle of something next to the transportalizer.

We turned our back on Kanaya's body, and now it’s on the move.

Who’s the culprit, though? The only troll unstable enough to do this is probably Gamzee...

Are those.... fang marks?

KANAYA!!!

She's back!!

I mean, she's apparently a fucking vampire, but who gives a shit? We're back in business, baby!

Man, this is fucking random, isn't it? From where I'm sitting, it's come completely out of the blue. If it gets my girl back in the game, I'll take it, but how the hell does this even work?

I know Kanaya used to dream of being a vampire rainbow drinker, but dreams don't usually come true this easily. Alternia does have undead, so it's possible she was bitten before she Entered, but I would have expected her vampirism to have manifested much earlier in the session. She has always had pointed teeth, but I assumed it was just a natural trait in trolls.

Is it a Sylph thing, perhaps? The class is apparently 'more magical' than a Witch, so maybe Kanaya's latent magical abilities were triggered in death, restoring her to... undeath?

If that's true, though, then why a vampire? They don't have anything to do with Space, unless you count the fact that they're nocturnal, and thus active when the night sky is visible. I doubt that's even true for rainbow drinkers, who are probably diurnal.

Kanaya's thirst for fuchsia blood would suggest that her instincts have taken over for the time being. We won't really know how much self-control she has until she's face-to-face with a living troll, but I'm confident in her willpower.

That said... I'd absolutely love a villainous Kanaya. If she fully gave into her thirst, she'd be a bigger threat than all these idiots combined - especially if she has access to the traditional array of vampire powers.

Anyway, please excuse me as I pop the biggest bottles of champagne. Kanaya's back, baby!

[nocturnesmoon]

Monster AU Masterlist

-Main master list- Fandom: Call of Duty Genre: Monster AU Description: A short series of blurbs and short stories within this type of world, where monsters are real and roam in the shadows.

Archaic Blood: TF141 x Vampire!Reader Callsign: Solis

The beginning - Meeting the 141

Salubrious Waterways - You come into contact with an old inanimate foe

Bloodied Nutrition - You learn about human's horrible eating habits, and you want to help

The edge of desperation - A new source to quench your thirst

Depraved Minds - You find out you're not the only one plagued by nightmares

A mistake to remember - You're reminded of your reflection, which doesn't exist Asks:

Types of monsters Nocturnal or Diurnal Callsign ideas Types of blood Finding an aluminium backed mirror

Other types:

For reasons wretched and divine - TF141 x Seraph!Reader - The 141 finds you after you fell

Eight legged dreams - TF141 x Spider-Hybrid!Reader - The 141 is assigned a new unexpected member

[violetlunette]

Father Isn’t a Vampire!

Summary: Silver and Lilia have some musing after Lilia is accused of being a vampire.

Trigger Warning:

*Temporary Child Death

~Start~

Silver puffed out a breath of annoyance.

“I can’t believe they all went this fair,” he grumbled, pushing his slivery bangs back. “Even Sebek got involved.” Lilia gave a goodhearted chuckle.

“Kufufu! I’m actually flattered that they felt they needed to go so far!” Silver frown deepened at his father’s amusement.

“Please don’t take this so lightly. They almost stabbed you,” he said, a flash to his gaze and growl to his tone. “All because they believed you were were a vampire!” Lilia’s smile had a strange aspect to it as he thought.

Vampires; Demons of the night created long ago during times of famine, pestilence, and war. Who created them, few could say for sure. The Fae say it was humans who messed with dark arts they couldn’t handle and vice versa.

Wherever they came from, it was agreed that vampires were monsters. Vile things resurrected from the dead, who could only continue their unholy life by stealing it from the living.

Once upon a time they ravaged the world, devouring people like livestock until the Diurnal released the power of the Firebird to burn them all away, allowing the world to be reborn from the ashes and prosper once more.

Since then the dark creatures that nearly wiped out the world had fallen to myth, remembered only in stories.

“Well--I’ll admit that they were a bit extreme,” he conceded with a hum. It wasn’t long before he perked up again. “But it all ended well! And it’s not like they’ll be trying again.” Silver didn’t argue with that.

Aside from the verbal lashing he himself gave them, Lilia had “playful” trounced all of them, thinking they were playing some sort of game. When it was all over, they were all limping away.

“Even so, the fact they tried in the first place…” Silver interrupted himself with an exasperated breath.

To be fair, his father did seem to have some vampiric traits.

Lilia had an intense aversion to the sun, which contributed to his lily pale skin. His eyes could be seen as cat-like as well, due to the silted pupil and red color that was commonly attributed to the mythical being. He even had long fangs that poked over his lip, giving him his kitten-like smile.

There were also smaller things, such as the fact his motif seemed to be bats, he liked to fly and often appeared out of no where by hanging upside down. On top of that, he happened to like tomato and other red juices which were commonly associated with vampires.

However, as Silver had tried to explain to everyone, that was just because Lilia was a nocturnal fae of bat bloodline, not because he was a vampire.

‘It’s one thing for the rest of them to get paranoid, but Sebek--’ Silver nearly stumbled as something squished under his foot.

It was one of the many garlic cloves scattered around the area. The others brought enough to fill the Monstro lounge to protect themselves.

Silver’s nose scrunched as a strong scent filled his senses. The smell was overwhelming and he swayed on his feet.

“Silver?” Silver caught himself as his father’s worried tone reached his ears.

“Ah, sorry. It’s just-- the garlic is really intense,” he apologized. Silver had a very acute sense of smell which had more drawbacks than benefits. Garlic especially bothered him. For some reason, he couldn’t even go near them when they were in blossom form.

Lilia nodded in understanding as he stepped over.

“Why don’t you head up to bed? You’ve had just as long a day as myself.”

“Ah, but…”

“It’s fine! Besides, you’re allergic to all this stuff.” Unfortunately, he had a point. Not only did Silver have an aversion to garlic, but the metal he shared a name with burned his skin so he couldn’t touch the crosses, nor the stakes of yew wood without breaking into hives.

Silver dropped his head.

“Sorry…” Lilia waved the apology away.

“I already told you it’s fine. And I can use the garlic in my next dish.” Silver gulped at the thought.

“Father, please no,” he begged, dreading what horrible thing the other might make with those bulbs he was shoving into his coat pocket.

Silver ran a hand over his dark pink skin, burnt by the sun yet again. Lilia wasn’t the only one sensitive to the sun. In fact Silver was more affected by it than any of his nocturnal friends. Not a day went by where he wasn’t burned by the ball of light, despite the fact he used a special lotion to protect himself. Even the expensive ointment Vil offered didn’t appear to work.

As he was unable to help, and could feel a sleep spell coming on, Silver excused himself to his dorm room.

As soon as he entered, he was met with the familiar scent of dirt. Silver let out a breath as he ran a hand through his hair.

“Father…” ‘Did he sneak in here again?’ Lilia had a firm belief that a certain type of dirt would help Silver and allow him to rest. Silver had insisted time and again he didn’t need it and often threw it away. However, Lilia always managed to sneak a pile back under.

“I’m just trying to look out for my child,” he would say in the cutest tone with the most fragile expression when Silver called him on it, making the teen unable to refused.

‘It’s not that I don’t appreciate the thought, but I’m not a child. He doesn’t have to do thing like this for me.’ He even had Silver’s bed brought from home so he would “sleep better.”

Speaking of the bed, Silver never noticed how odd he piece of furniture was until he arrived at Night Raven. It didn’t look like the school beds and was often compared to a coffin by the others. It even had a lid and was lined with silk, which was dirtied from the dirt shoved beneath the cushions.

Being too tired from today to deal with his father’s eccentricities Silver just took a tired breath and climbed into the bed. He would vacuum up the dirt again tomorrow. Still, he had to admit that he rested with the scent of the earth in his senses...

~*~

Lilia cleaned up the mess the children made with practiced movements from when Silver and Sebek were children.

‘Those kids really did their research,’ he thought with a mix of pride—and worry. Because it was him, it all turned out alright.

‘But if it was Silver…’ Lilia bit his pale lip.

He should told him. He should have told him a long time ago, but how could he? How could Lilia tell Silver that he was a vampire?

Especially when Lilia was the one who turned him into one.

~*~

It was a dark and stormy night.

The wind howled like wolves and thunder roared like lions as Zeus threw his bolts across the sky.

‘Where is he?’ Lilia had wondered, pushing his damp hair aside as rain and hail fell in torrents, soaking the earth below. He tried to fly as the mud kept trying to pull him in, but the heavy water kept pushing down. By this point he was soaked.

His skin was bright blue and his teeth clattered as ice filled his veins. But he couldn’t go back. He wouldn’t go back. Not without Silver.

It had been such a small thing; Silver asked why their ears were different and Lilia thought it would be good to use the opportunity to tell him the truth. He must have said something wrong. To run out on a blistery wet night like this--

Lightning clashed at the same time he called Silver’s name, the blast drowning out his desperate cry.

‘What if I can’t find him? What if--’ The world twisted around him and he had to swallow the nausea that filled his stomach and crawled up his throat.

“No, I can’t think like that,” he told himself in a whisper. If he allowed such thoughts, they would paralyze him and then his Silver really would be lost.

He continued on until a something caught his attention from the corner of his eye. It was a piece of cloth snagged on a branch, waving in the wind like a flag. Lilia recognized the fabric. It was from a shirt Lilia bought for Silver while on his travels. Upon closer inspection he noticed the bushed looked messed up, as if something charged through them.

Terror and dread filled Lilia as he floated over them.

On the other side was a cliff’s edge. And at the bottom--

“SILVER!!” The storm illuminated the form of a boy lying like broken doll, his limbs askew.

Lilia was at his side in an instant, as white and transparent as spirit.

“No, no, no, please no.” The fae whimpered as he lifted the child out of the mud and into his arms. As he held him Lilia shook, his finger grasping him desperately. He pressed his ear to Silver’s chest, and held his breath.

There was no sound.

“No…” Lilia couldn’t believe what happened. That his precious little boy was-- “No!!”

The anguish Lilia had felt resided in his heart to this day. It tore him apart like a beast, burning his eyes and throat as cried into the night begging for heaven or even hell to given his son back to him.

‘Even if it’s as a monster, I just--’ That was when the idea came to him.

Lilia recalled a book. It came his mind as he thought of the last memory Lilia had of Silver before he disappeared outside. Silver was reading a book. It was one Malleus had found while exploring some old ruins. He had gifted it to Lilia because of the bat on the cover. It was a book on vampires. More importantly, how they--

Lilia scooped Silver’s bod—Silver into his arms, jaw locked in determination as he teleported home.

He held Silver close as he searched through the shelves for the tome he was looking for. Eventually, he found it. Using his magic, he had the book float and open. He scanned the pages, his throat holding his breath as tight as he held Silver.

At last he found it; the vampire creation spell.

‘This--!’ Lilia wasn’t sure f the spell would save the child, or condemn him. All he knew was that he had to try.

Otherwise...

~*~

In the present, Lilia smiled solemnly at the memory.

Not one person would ever believe he succeeded in his desperate act. After all, Silver was the most unvampiric person one could imagine.

His skin wasn’t pale as it was often burn pink under the sun. He didn’t turn into a bat, though he could turn into mist easily. He didn’t even seem to have fangs at first glance. (Lilia learned over time that Silver did have them, they were just dull and retractable.)

Most of all, it was nearly impossible to get the boy to drink blood,

When Lilia first resurrected Silver, he was worried the boy would turn into a blood thirsty beast as the legends said. But it was just the opposite.

Silver absolutely refused to drink blood from the source, forcing Lilia to get creative. Lilia had tried slipping some in his meals, but somehow Silver would sniff it out. He eventually learned that the stubborn boy would only eat the meals if they had blood of those he wasn’t acquainted with. The bat fae had to have liquid imported or collect some on his travels.

Lilia sighed. He was aware that he should have told Silver the truth, but he worried.

In the past, Silver was so upset just to hear that they weren’t related that he ran into a dangerous storm and off a cliff. How would he react to finding out he died and was resurrected as a vampire, one of the most feared creatures in Twisted Wonderland’s history?

On top of that, if anyone found then that soft heart of his precious child would have a stake in it.

Lilia stared at the yew in his hand as he pressed his lips into a thin line, which then curved into a smile.

‘So, everyone thinks I’m the vampire, hm?’ “Kufufu, that could be fun.” As long as it kept others from discovering the truth.

Especially Silver.

~end~

A/n:

*Haven’t decided whether this should be a series or not. Tell ya what, if this gets ten comments before next Sunday (8/11/2024) I’ll take a stab at it.

*Speaking of stab, I'll let ya'll guess the brave fool who attempted to stake our Lilia.

*I feel that this scenario would make a decent plot for comedy shoujo series, where the protagonist's family tries to hide the fact she’s a vampire while her friends believe her goth dad is a vampire. And of course, the lead is obviously dating a vampire hunter with a tragic backstory while the childhood friend and a vampire prince are in love with her. Ah well; maybe someday.

*Fun fact; despite what popular myths say, it’s actually garlic blossoms that are supposed to chase vampires away not the garlic bulbs. I just wasn’t going to pass up a joke, no matter how small.

[bl0rbohandbag]

– more vampire the masquerade x changeling the lost concepts that will not leave me alone. (part 2)

continuation of this post: part 1. "but vtm and ctl are from different settings–" shhhhhh :) if you've seen this post before no you didn't

before i begin: i have been dabbling in vampire the masquerade and changeling the lost content for a while, i am not a fan of changeling the dreaming and vampire the requiem is unfamiliar to me. anyway! buckle up, enjoy the ride, this is another long post!!

trigger warning for obsessive behavior, abuse/unhealthy relationships because vamps again, i guess.

– you're a changeling. kidnapped into arcadia and trapped there for who knows how long. in your durance, you dream of going back home, of reuniting with your friends and family, escaping your keeper to finally, finally enjoy freedom in the world you were born in.

– and one day, you do escape. back into your world, never feeling completely safe with your keeper looking to get you back and huntsmen being a very real threat, but you're ready to rebuild your life and enjoy your newfound freedom.

– except...

after a series of events, you have been forcibly/begrudingly assimilated into a coterie. perhaps a tremere found out about your changeling nature and took great interest in the faerie magic you can wield, deeming it useful for their interests, or maybe a friend or relative of yours turn out to be kindred and are now dragging you into their messes.

(this is particularly annoying if you're more of a diurnal faerie, rising with the sun and going to sleep as soon as it goes down. your circadian rhythm sucks [no pun intended] now that you're up until 3 am running around with a bunch energetic vamps.)

(bonus points if the other members of the coterie don't know what you are, initially mistaking you for a random human and being confused as to why you're there.)

you're not very familiar with kindred, but at this point you're not as wary of them as you should be, either. after all, you've dealt with the treachery and cruelty of the fae, traversed goblin markets, escaped the hedge - you think you can handle yourself pretty well.

(... that's why you see no problem in making a pledge with that mysterious fanged gentleman, offering your blood in exchange for whatever you might need in return. when the pledge is over and they're no longer needed, you ghost them, unknowingly leaving behing a vampire who is now addicted to changeling blood, your changeling blood, and the rush of human emotions brought by being in contact with glamour, no matter how terrible the withdrawal feels.)

on another hand, purposefully letting a vampire drink your blood to torment them might be a fun little prank >:)

(note/context: there is a bit of a contradiction regarding how kindred reacts to changeling blood. some books mention that it doesn't do anything different than a human's, but tastes heavenly and causes no damage to the vampire consuming it, and it might even resurface human feelings or emotions long forgotten. however, changeling the lost: rites of spring, though establishing that changeling blood isn't directly harmful to kindred, still has a hallucinatory effect on them. it is said that the vampire suffers -1 penalty to perception rolls every vitae worth of changeling's blood they consume, because they suffer misleading visions that also plague the Lost of low Clarity, a.k.a it causes one hell of a bad trip ["faces sprout in the environment and babble nonsense rhymes, colors shift and bleed, the outlines of objects warp and shudder."] that lasts until the vampire sleeps it off, and even then they might be plagued with vivid nightmares. so i guess whatever works best.)

a kindred parent who has dedicated their life to finding their missing child after witnessing their kidnapping by an otherworldy, inhuman creature. it might very well be the reason they sought out the embrace, in the first place, after learning their child might still be alive even after centuries have passed, and to be strong enough to protect them from whoever tries to take them back.

using oneiromancy on your malkavian mother to give her beautiful, pleasant, peaceful dreams. perhaps she dreams of you, and picnics with food she can taste under a summer's day sky, and the sun on her skin doesn't burn or frighten her. and it feels so real, so much so that she is filled with a sense of warmth and longing she can never shake off. you do what you can to take care of her. from a distance.

traditionalist ancilla parent who naturally turns to you when they are experiencing issues with technology or anything related to the modern world because you are their child and therefore should know about this stuff, but they forget you were stuck in Arcadia for like three hundred years and you have no idea how to operate an IPhone.

if anyone remembers the ventrue dad using his ghouls as his changeling child's bodyguards, let me expand on that: you are an absolute MENACE to the ghouls babysitting you. if you have been isolated from the world, that means they're basically your social circle, so you talk their ears off and trick them for fun quite often. not only that, but they're the ones that have to run around to retrieve you when they notice you have succesfully escaped again.

(this might evolve into the ghouls becoming your sorta kinda motley. they figure that taking you out during the day won't hurt when you're under their supervision, as long as it means you'll stop running away. you end up dragging them into all sorts of changeling shenanigans, from seasonal court drama to trips to the goblin market, pledges gone awry and etc. they become quite involved in the whole changeling thing. and you STILL prank them when you're bored.)

now the dynamic between the changeling child and their parent's revenants far more removed from humanity might be... interesting.

alternatively, a fetch-maker changeling making a fetch of themselves in order to escape their captor, be it their parent, a partner or a just a kindred who got too interested in them.

(alternatively again, a fetchmaker changeling will continuously make fetches of themselves to throw off/escape their vampire, and said vampire just keeps noticing the differences every single time. it might take them a while, but they notice!)

a vampire who wants you but cannot have you going after your fetch and seducing them instead, maybe even in a conscious attempt to disturb you.

(drinking the fetch's blood will make them immediately regret it, though. fetch blood is just... Not A Fun Time).

a tzimisce's vicissitude is an all too familiar horror.

ancilla toreador who enjoys toying with emotions and sire their lovers just to abandon them after x centuries-old, manipulative fairest who spent their long durance in arcadia being revered for their beauty and talent = potentially the most toxic interaction to ever exist, so nuclear people grow extra limbs just from existing within their vicinity.

(tldr: toreador x fairest cunt off who wins)

"nice is different than good" is a lesson you thought you learned after years of dealing with all sorts of fae creatures, be it the gentry, hobgoblins or even your own changeling peers. but you're not in arcadia anymore, and isn't learning how to trust again a part of healing? ... and somehow that means ignoring the red flags your newly-acquired partner is exhibiting. point is: you didn't exactly sign up for a vampire making your strange life even stranger, but now they're becoming more and more attached to you. not that you're aware of this, or the fact that they're kindred, but you'll find out. oh, you'll find out.

(eventually, their vampire antics are bound to catch up to you. eventually, your changeling antics are bound to catch up to them. it's just a matter of which one will happen first.)

(unhealthy kindred relationship tendencies aside, it's not absurd a vampire lover or secret admirer would become obsessed with a changeling, without even knowing the changeling's true nature. there's just something about them. becoming the subject of obsessive behavior is possible, romantic, platonic or otherwise, born out of a spark of curiosity or a grudge. look at rose gonzalez and roddy van bastelaar, for example.

and if they are aware of what you are, it's all the better. you're like a fairy-tale come to life! but changelings can be a little too similar to their keepers sometimes, and it sometimes backfires. add an obsessed or scorned vampire into the mix and you'll have a recipe for disaster.)

alternatively, a good, healthy (as it can be) relationship with a vampire that absolutely embraces the whole changeling lifestyle. anarchs? camarilla? no. a nosferatu or hecata girlfriend would feel right at home at the moon court's freehold. a tremere boyfriend would love nothing more than to sit with their autumn court changeling partner and read through piles and piles of old books on fairy magic.

a spring courtier changeling helping a vampire acquire necessary information using memory of trees.

(vampire: so you're telling me that you know that one scripture i've been looking for over twenty years is buried underneath the chapel because a fucking tree told you about it?

spring courtier changeling: yes? :3)

when a malkavian surprises you with a cryptic prophetic vision about your life, surprise them back! tell them about the cryptic prophetic vision you had about them, and try to rope them into a pledge by telling them you can alter their fate with simple little spell :) for a price, of course :)

in true fairy-tale fashion, you return home to find that not only your parent has been embraced in your time away, but they have found a lover as undead as they are. maybe it's their sire, maybe someone they met after becoming kinred. but while your parent is overjoyed with your miraculous return, your new evil step-parent just sees you as a nuisance.

(there are so many ways this dynamic can be expanded upon!

not being aware of your parents and their partner's vampirism, but still feeling that something is fundamentally off whenever you're at their new fancy mansion/penthouse [maybe your live there. maybe you drop by for a visit, after they get you settled in a nice house or apartment close by]. your new stepfather is insufferable, eccentric and treats you coldly, perhaps outright shitty when your parent is not around, but your parent seems happy enough - or not, but they won't hear a word of concern from you.

and if you are aware, then... well. they'll just take it as an opportunity to further terrify you.)

[real-live-human]

vampires and werewolves get mixed up a lot, but you can actually tell by the eyes. vampires' eyes are all the same size and arranged in two rows of four, whereas two of a werewolf's eyes are significantly larger. of course demons also look very similar to vampires, but since they don't spin webs and are primarily diurnal, you can usually tell from context.

[zarvasace]

For the 3 sentence prompt how about fs vampire lords au and the word walk

Blue enjoys these nightly walks of his. The sky is barely an opal color, the sun half an hour or so away from peeking over the mountains, and the nocturnal half of the down is turning over to the diurnal half. The warm smell of bread and the lemony smell of pixie dust fills the air.

Blue's little half-trained militia force is just about competent enough for him to go to sleep sort of relaxed. He's proud of them. He prowls along the edge of the forest, watching one of his captains drill a couple new recruits of daywalkers in the ruined castle courtyard. They aren't awful.

No odd sounds stick out to Blue as he walks, which means that he's fairly confident that the castle is as safe as it can be. No more werewolves, no more raging drakes, no apathetic fey come to bargain for names. The rustle of the pine needles and shift of the grasses accompany the greetings of people in the town below and the murmurs of Blue's brothers in the castle.

Satisfied, and ignoring the primal urge to prowl deeper into the forest, Blue turns for the castle kitchen door and his bed.

[echo-goes-mmm]

Silas and Wren #5

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Warnings: implied abusive parents

Silas startled awake. He glanced out the window; it was dark as pitch out. Odd, what had woken him?

A muffled shout struck his ears.

Wren.

He threw off the covers, and sprinted towards the east wing. 

Vampires had been diurnal for generations, but thank god he still had his night vision.

Wren’s door was closed, and he hesitated before throwing open the door. 

Wren was thrashing on the bed, whimpers and muttering pouring out of him.

“Wren, wake up!” he whispered forcefully. He didn’t want to shout, he could panic even more. But Wren didn’t wake, instead crying out in his sleep.

Silas moved to the bed. Wren could hurt himself if he didn’t stop moving so erratically. He pinned him down by the shoulders, firm but gentle. Shattering his shoulder could kill him. 

Wren’s eyes flew open. His breaths came shallow and fast, and Silas could hear his frantic heartbeat. Wren ripped himself from Silas’s hands, rolled off the bed, and dove underneath.

“Wren?”

Silas bent down. Wren had curled up against the wall, a tiny ball of trembling. The faint moonlight glinted off his eyes, and it made him look like a terrified animal.

“Hey,” he said, soft as he could. “It’s okay.” Wren stared back at him, and said nothing.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he coaxed, “Could you come out, please?” Wren shook his head and whined.

“Okay. That’s fine.”

Silas stood up. He could just… pick up the bed, or go around and drag Wren out by the ankle. But if he were hiding under the bed, he would never forgive someone if they forced him out.

What would Wren want?

Silas took the downy cover off the bed. He folded it tight, and placed it under the bed, pushing with his foot it towards Wren’s huddled shadow.

He waited to hear the shuffling to and from, and it went quiet again. Aside from Wren’s pounding heartbeat.

Now what? 

Maybe some company? He always wanted company after a bad dream.

Silas got another blanket from the linen closet. He sat on the rug, back against the wall, Wren only a couple feet from him. He pulled the blanket over himself.

“Did you have a nightmare, Wren?” he asked. No answer, except another whimper.

“That’s okay. I get them too. Like sometimes I’m back at my parents’ house and my father is yelling at me. Or my mother is upset. Or my brother says they don’t want to see me anymore. It’s scary.” He heard some shuffling. Maybe this wasn’t the best move. Wren didn’t need to know his problems. He had his own nightmares to deal with.

“But it’s just a dream,” he said, switching tactics. “I’m not really there. I’ll wake up in my bed, and I’ll be okay. Even if the dream really hurt, my brain will calm down in a day or two. And my parents are still mad at me in real life, but this is my house and I’m away from them. They can’t hurt me.” 

Wren’s heartbeat was beginning to slow. Good.

“And I know you’re pretty scared right now. And I don’t know what you dreamed about and you don’t have to tell me. But whatever happened in the dream isn’t happening now. I promise I won’t hurt you.”

Silas turned his head towards the bed. “You’re my friend,” he whispered, half-hoping Wren didn’t hear him. “Maybe you don’t feel that way, but I do.”

He listened hard, trying to find Wren’s heartbeat. But it was quiet. He peeked under the bed, but Wren had stopped trembling and his eyes were closed. He had the blanket wrapped around him, buried in a little nest of fluffy fabric. He was asleep.

Oh well.

Silas plucked a pillow from Wren’s bed and settled back on the floor. He might as well get cozy, just in case Wren had another bad dream.

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Wren woke up exhausted and sweaty, the combination of the quilt and the bed above him trapping in heat. Strange. He usually slept with the sheet when he was underneath. And he didn’t remember deciding to sleep on the floor. 

Oh no.

Memories from last night flooded into his brain. He had an awful  nightmare, and woken Master Silas. 

He even hidden from him, under the bed like some kind of animal. How embarrassing. He took a few deep breaths to steady himself. It was just a dream.

It didn’t make sense, though. He never had nightmares in other masters’ houses. Even in the market, dreaming was relatively safe. Hmm.

Wren untangled himself from the covers and crawled out from the bed. And mere inches from his face was Silas.

He flinched in surprise, but Silas was sound asleep. Huh. Carefully, Wren maneuvered around him. Had he really stayed the night? It certainly looked like it; Silas was propped up against the wall with a pillow.

Wren barely remembered what happened. He freaked out, Silas chatted at him, and-

I get them too. 

I promise I won’t hurt you.

He glanced over at Silas, still sleeping on the floor. There was a bit of drool in the corner of his mouth. 

It was sweet of him to stay.

The thought struck him like lightning. Silas was just a softie who wanted some company. There was no real reason to be scared of him, even if he was his Master, and a vampire on top of that. 

If Master hadn’t bothered to hit him yet, he probably wouldn’t. Wren had even burned him with silver, and Silas hadn’t so much as slapped him. As long as Wren was polite and remembered his manners, he’d be fine.

Wren decided not to wake Master Silas. It was still early, and Wren had already been rude and woken him once. 

He’d apologize to him when he got up. 

But for now, he would go shower. He needed to scrub off last night’s sweat and tears.

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[vhouatroph]

Vampirism is a disease in Karvaea that affects most corporeal creatures. An entity afflicted with vampirism is typically referred to as a vampire.

Vampirism is transmitted through the exchange of bodily fluids. For most creatures, this is often through a bite, or consumption of infected meat.

Creatures that become vampires generally go through a few stages of infection. Early on, the disease will cause a mild iron deficiency, leading to a heavy craving for meats.

This is a vital time for the infection, as it is still curable in this state. If meat consumption is kept to a minimum during this time, the disease will pass. If meat is heavily consumed, the infected will go through further stages of the disease. Vampirism is particularly dangerous to obligate carnivores, who are unable to properly moderate their meat intake.

Once a creature has eaten enough meat to satisfy the disease, iron levels revert to normal, but behavioral changes do not: vampires will have a higher level of aggression and a larger appetite for meat than their peers. In some cases, particularly among social species, cannibalism will also occur.

Creatures will begin to physically change as vampirism progresses. Rapid gum recession is one of the first physical signs of vampirism. Following this, teeth will see a minor increase in size. In synapsids, (including mammals) canine teeth will see a significant increase in size in particular. For creatures with already large canines, this can result in injury. In creatures with a chitin shell, future molts will often see an increase in sharpness and rigidity of the shell.

Other behavioral changes that come with later stages of vampirism include a shift towards a nocturnal activity cycle in creatures that normally prefer diurnal or crepuscular activity cycles. Solitary vampires will become more territorial, and social vampires will become more reclusive among non-vampire peers.

Social vampires will also generally form their own groups separate from a larger group, referred to as a "camp." Camps will go on nightly rampages to mass feed on prey, often leading to the widespread slaughter of livestock. This explosion in vampire activity all at once is usually also when vampirism is finally properly noticed within a region, making outbreaks very difficult to prepare for.

After several weeks to months of feeding, vampires will begin to experience iron overload, and perish en masse. This will often create large corpse fields, where scavengers will often feed to continue the cycle of infection if they are not dealt with.

The origin of vampirism in Karvaea is the Divine Parasite Tholora, an entity that lives within the brimsanguid realm of life. Tholora is an entity that has been written about all throughout history, along with her plagues of vampirism. She wanders the world, spreading vampirism where she goes, and feeds on the corpses once the vampires expire. Tholora does not often stay in one place for too long, often moving as seasons change.

Tholora is approximately 3 meters tall and 2.5 meters long. She is mildly equine in appearance, though has a rather long neck and bizarre 8-toed feet. A majority of her body is covered in black feathers, except her head which has a hard chitin "mask" that keeps her mouth covered when she is not feeding or fighting. She has two eyes which see through triangular holes in her mask, and five horns. Along Tholora's back are a number of cnidarian-like tentacles, which extend to the end of her short tail. Tholora's blood is green, and her flesh is blue.

Tholora spreads vampirism by nonfatally attacking prey at night, generally small synapsids. As the injured animals are hunted by larger predators, vampirism spreads through the food chain until reaching apex predators. As this goes down, Tholora hides in waiting until the mass feedings begin. At this time, Tholora moves out and starts to actively hunt animals that have become infected with vampirism. It is not unheard of that Tholora will appear in the middle of a fetching operation to deal with vampire attacks. In these events, she is generally not hostile towards humans unless provoked.

When provoked, Tholora is often considered to be a cocky combatant at first. She apparently doesn't take most creatures seriously, and relies heavily on kicks, head slams, and just throwing her bulk around to subdue attackers. When something is not easily defeated, Tholora begins to take her attackers a little more seriously.

Tholora is noted to have a magical bias towards fire magic. With that, when she becomes sufficiently annoyed, she will wreathe herself in flames. Tholora will release the cover over her mouth, and begin to spit blood out in all directions. Being a brimsanguid, Tholora has a notable level of sulfur in her blood, and as such this blood is combustible. Tholora will set her blood on fire, hurting and confusing attackers all the while she also continues her physical attacks. Any attempt at slaying Tholora has been met with retreat or death. If she enters the area during a fetch, the area will be abandoned until she leaves. During vampirism outbreaks, fetchers will be instructed to make plans on what to do if they come into contact with Tholora.

Tholora, like all brimsanguids, originated from the Lilieaeta region. There are no known individuals of her species besides her, and investigations have led to believe she is the last remaining individual of it. The only region vampirism has never been found in is the Arisaerel region.

[h0neybane]

evelyn's to-do list!

HIIII im writing my to-do list for real!!! this will consist of all my oc/au/series/story/etc ideas and will constantly be updated as i start finishing things up and coming up with new ideas! FEEL FREE TO DISCUSS ANY OF THESE W/ ME I'D BE HAPPY TO TALK ABT THEM cw for: death, alcohol, addiction, rabies

Stories/Series Concepts:

╰┈➤ NRC School Myths: A series of stories about school myths at Night Raven College, their origins, and truths, told in second-person point of view where you are Yuu. A mystery/drama/horror series, a bit similar to Jibaku Shounen Hanako Kun. ⊹₊ ⋆╰┈┈➤ 1. The Ghosts of the Woods: In 1953, two best friends of the Ramshackle Dorm, one human and one dog beastman, have a falling out in the midst of november of their second year. The dog beastman contracted rabies from a bat while on a walk, his behavior escalating in aggression in the coming days. In their most explosive argument in the woods behind NRC, the dog beastman bit the human. In a moment of clarity, the dog beastman cried out in remorse, and the two wept as they held their final converastion. They both died in the woods that day. With a story told through the form of tall tales and dusty photographs in the attic of Ramshackle, it's up to Yuu to find out what really happened all those years ago. ╰┈➤ Whalefall (also an AU kinda): In which whales have magic imbued in them, and the eradication of them on earth through whaling begins to cause environmental catastrophy. When Yuuki, a young girl who was adopted into a family living in a coastal town, gets suddenly transported to Twisted Wonderland, she begins to learn that she's not as normal as she thinks— and not as human either. With the help of the Octotrio and some other mer at NRC, Yuuki finds out exactly what she is, and exactly why her home-world is doomed. A mystery/drama series. ╰┈➤ Bent on Bitterness: In which an NRC professor and the RSA librarian find companionship in each other through a shared love (read: addiction) of alcohol, first finding each other in a dingy bar in the port town of Sage Island. A bittersweet (unrequited?) romance series.

OCs:

╰┈➤ Salmon/Tuna Mermaids: Inspired by that one drawing: a salmon mermaid and a tuna mermaid who fall in love with each other, just to be ripped apart by the salmon mermaid's nature.

╰┈➤ Parapuzosia Seppenradensis Merman: A merman of an ancient, now extinct species of Nautilus. Cursed all the way back in the age of gods, he wakes up in modern-day Twisted Wonderland, having to face the fact that he is the last left of not only his family, but his entire species.

╰┈➤ Eastern Red Bat Beastman: i just wanted to make another cute dessert oc LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

╰┈➤ Mosquito Vampire Fairy: A diurnal fairy (the small kind) that "works" (read: messes around) inside the botanical gardens at NRC. Mischevious and sarcastic, she's Aprilla Belrose's rival and eventual love interest.

AUs:

╰┈➤ TWST Kuutei Dragons AU (with Evleo!!): Based on the manga 'Kuutei Dragons' or 'Drifting Dragons,' a crew of drakers (dragon hunters) take to the skies in their air ship, explore the world, and make some delicious food. At the center of this story is the Night Raven Draking ship, captained by run-away prince Leona Kingscholar and sponsored and named after Night Raven University. Evelyn, newly-graduated from NRU and a dragon biologist, joins the crew of the Night Raven Draking Ship after Crowley, headmaster of NCU, finally gets off his ass for once and does something productive, reccomending her to Leona. This AU will be open to other peoples OCs!! It will also include every single TWST character possible!

thats all for now!! going to update this whenever i need to

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[feelboss]

i gotta say it. astarion's ass would not be a cute fruit bat. halsin would be a fruit bat. they're giant and fuzzy. diurnal. astarion's sneaky little shit head ass would not have a six foot wingspan. astarion would be an absolute gremlin of a creature. probably not even a vampire bat bc they're an incredibly altruistic species. i need to google "biggest shit head of the bat world" to give you a more specific species but his ass is not a fruit bat.

[punks-never-die205]

Honeysuckle: Red

afab!reader x Vampire!Eustass Kid

cw: Vampire AU with blood, violence, gore, some very marginally dubious consent, 18+ only

Summary: Vampires are real, and the World Government has ways of maintaining the balance of power and peace between humans and Vampires. Most of it is simple extortion, but one person's desire for freedom threatens to upend the delicate balance and change the world completely.

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Chapter 5: Enthralled

You sit on the small sofa in your room, watching a small fire that you risked starting in the hearth. You’d made sure to pull the curtains and even used a few books to keep them tight against the wall so that the small warmth and light didn’t cause any extra issues.

You didn’t know how long Kid was going to be gone, but worry made the minutes seem even longer. You’d worked so hard to adjust to being awake at night, but you were diurnal by nature, and without any company, or chores, it was hard to stay awake.

You wanted to. You wanted to be up when he came back. Even if he yelled at you or got irritated about it. Something in the back of your mind just… wanted to be there when he got back.

He hadn’t even truly scared you earlier. Five days was enough time to realize that he was intimidating, and terrifying when he wanted to be, but he wasn’t a monster. He wasn’t a voracious, mindless beast, sniffing out his next meal like some wild animal.

He wasn’t like what you’d been raised to believe Vampires were like.

You’d expected that at least some of what you’d learned would be factual, but the more you thought about what you knew versus what he knew, and what you’d experienced, the more you realized it was all propaganda. The only way to know the truth was to learn it for yourself.

The only way to do that was to travel.

Traveling meant not staying in the manor with Kid, but it wasn’t like you had a strict schedule. There wasn’t any harm in staying for a while. Long enough to learn from him. Long enough to build up the strength and stamina to look after yourself.

Did Vampires travel?

You’d been told they made lairs, or nests of a sort, and rarely moved from those. Instead, they relied on thralls to do things for them. Tend to chores, offer up blood to their master, go fetch victims. Evil Vampire stuff.

All the reasons why Honeysuckles were protected and controlled the way they were.

An unexpected sound pulled you from your thoughts and you stilled. Focusing entirely on any other sound you could pick up you held your breath. The front door hadn’t slammed, but it had opened, and closed, you were certain.

It seemed too soon for Kid to have returned, and you weren’t sure what to do. If it was Kid you wanted to be able to see him, but the effects of your blood would last much longer, and if he was out blowing off his energy and anger it would be an hour at least before he even started to cool down. At least, with your blood empowering him, he wouldn’t be feeling exhaustion like usual for a long while.

There was more than one person, you realized, muffled voices you didn’t recognize sounding against the boards of the house. They weren’t harsh and curt, like orders between marines, they were more relaxed and jovial.

You heard someone call out for Kid by name, and then another voice. Big booming voices that would carry easily through the entire manor. You can hear them working through the house, a few of them less-booming, adding to the chorus.

Voices turning from reverie to concern.

Getting up off the small sofa, you walk closer to the door, trying to make out the voices. You can hear them coming up the stairs.

“- he wouldn’t leave without good reason.” One voice says.

“Where the fuck would he go though?” Another asks.

“I mean, it’s Kid, he could just be tearing through the forest cause he’s bored.” The third voice sounds more muffled than the others, and you aren’t sure why.

The only thing that matters is that they sound like they know Kid well, and that’s going to have to be good enough for now. They sounded concerned too, and you can at least tell them something.

You open the door, and the hall goes completely quiet. Your eyes meet three sets of eyes on very tall, very surprised faces. One man towers over the others, but none of them are short. One wears a mask and has a cascade of blonde hair, the other almost looks like he’s wrapped in barbed wire, until you realize it’s all tattoos.

There’s a long few seconds of silence between all four of you, the sounds of other people in other parts of the manor still calling out for Kid.

“… Hi.” You manage, straightening up a little and opening the door more. “You’re… Eustass’… friends?”

The mask man nods, the other two just stare at you mutely.

“I’m…” You step out into the hall, finding it hard to meet their slack-jawed gazes. “Eustass said I c-could stay. He was here… but he, um… ate…” You tug the collar of your shirt up a little. “Got… angry, and then left, and told me to… to go to my room.”

“Your room?” The mask man repeats in disbelief. “That room?”

You nod. “He’s had me use it the, um, last couple of days. Nights.” You correct. “I’ve been cleaning, and earning my keep, and… and not just taking advantage of him.” You try to assert.

Your words seem to be enough to break whatever was bothering the other three and they all laugh. The tattooed one and the tall one are both nearly howling, and the masked man’s shoulders move, but you don’t hear anything coming from him.

“Take… advantage…” The tattooed man gasps, hands on his knees as he works to catch his breath. “Of Kid!” He devolves into laughter again, nearly crying from it.

The laughter seems to have gotten everyone else’s attention and soon the second floor hallway has twenty or so people in it, yourself included. It’s an eclectic gathering at the least. After a few more rounds of laughter among the others, you get some introductions, and have names to put to faces. You offer your name in return, but nothing more.

Killer is apparently the appointed spokesman of the group and steps toward you. “If Kid ran out of here angry he might be out all night. Are you hungry?”

“A little. I did get to eat breakfast before he left, so… I’m not starving.” You look over the people in the hall and look back to Killer. “Are you all his thralls?”

There’s a collection of giggles through the gang again and Killer shakes his head. “Kid, Heat, Wire and I are all vampires.” He explains. “Kid might be big and imposing, but no one needs twenty thralls.”

“Then, there’s four masters of the house?” You question tilting your head. That didn’t seem right either and Killer shakes his head again.

“We all follow Kid’s lead.” He clarifies. “The Government would call it a coven, but instead of a collective, we all just decided to let Kid call the shots.”

“Him?” You ask the question with disbelief before clamping your hands over your mouth. Chuckles shift through the group, and there’s a good natured feeling among everyone.

“Has he hurt you?” Killer questions, and you shake your head. “Done anything cruel?” He prompts and you shake your head again. “He’s loud and blunt, but not so bad, yeah?”

You smile a little and nod your head. Killer ruffles your hair, hand warm and heavy, almost as big as Kid’s. “He’s a real bastard sometimes, but he’s a good guy. Smarter than he acts too, and that’s why we follow him.”

“Let’s get you something to eat.” A taller lady with bright curly orange hair says, holding out her hand. “We just came back with a ton of supplies, so we can make whatever you like.”

You reach out and put your hands in hers, letting her lead you after a small hesitation. Kid had only told you to go to your room, he hadn’t told you to stay there. He probably knew the crew would be back before he was, and just didn’t want you wandering around the manor.

“Do you know how long he’s been gone?” Hip asks, as Quincy and Killer moved around the kitchen, working on making food for the whole crew.

“It… has only been three or four hours.” You admit nervously.

“Do you know why he was angry?” Killer questions. He’s not even facing you, working on cooking.

“I… yes, but… I,” you stammer nervously. You can feel embarrassment rushing through you. “I don’t know if I should say anything.” You admit in a very small voice.

There’s a long quiet in the room before Dive pipes up. “Did you call him fat or something?”

“Huh?” “Dive!” “Why would he even care!” “I don’t know!” “By the seas child, what was that?”

“He’s been eating people food again and maybe he got fat!” Dive yells, stamping her foot on the seat of the chair she’s standing on. “We haven’t seen him in weeks.”

The entire crew’s eyes turn to you, and you look around nervously. “Um?”

Dive rolls her eyes. “Was our idiot captain fat or not, keep up!” She snaps, smacking the table a little.

Hip smacks Dive against the back of her head. “She’s not going to understand your form of admiration you pig-tailed idiot.” Hip takes a deep breath as Heat grabs Dive, putting a hand over her mouth and keeping her arms pinned. She’s mumbling and growling the entire time but neither Heat nor anyone else seems bothered by it.

“… Did you insult the captain?” Hip questions after a moment.

You shake your head. “I did not.”

“Did you tell him you’re a honeyblood?” Wire questions flatly.

Aside from Wire, Heat and Killer, all eyes turn to you again. There’s no hiding the answer to his question, as you flinch. The continued stares cause you to put a hand over the teeth marks you’re certain have been clearly visible from the start.

“I did.”

“Before, or after?” Killer questions, back still turned to you, his focus still on cooking.

“… Before.”

“You’re from the facility.” Wire says, and you nod.

“Well… Shit.”