#halfvampire

[pinkiexneomorph277]

Equestrian Myths

Vampire Ponies :

Pure Vampires:

These Vampires are the oldest and rarest vampires in existence , while they are mainly old ponies they can infect other creatures or be other creatures besides ponies .

The longer they live the stronger they become and wiser , Pures are rare now a days in the modern era but still around they just know how to blend in or avoid confrontation or possible monster hunters .

Half Vampire :

Half Vampires are ethier turned of infected by Pure’s , they aren’t as strong or reach power levels as strong as Pures and have some features still from Pure Vampires , these kind of Vampires blend in a lot easier in modern era .

Vampf’s

Vampf’s are a sub species of Vampires mainly seen in Equins , they prefer fruit juices than blood like their cousins but doesn’t mean they can’t deliver a painful bite when threatened or for defence , their tails are extremely long and strong to help wrap around tree branches and perch upside down .

[jilatos]

tumblr never told me the message didnt go thru BUT this is actually a super late gift for @halfvampires !!! thank you for sending me those dolls months ago i never forgot i said id draw drhdr art for you!!!

noi + shin

[kasaru-chan]

*kicks down the door*

HalfVampire!Bradley and Vampire hunter!Max.

*backflips away into the night*

[deoidesign]

I have a question, but it may be already have been answered in the story (my brain is just not the best with memory).

Since vampirism symbolises for you chronical illness (which, omg, that is a hot take I've never thought off before and love from now on), does Steve count as chronical ill, too, with the whole halfvampire thing going on? So, would his uncontrollable time jumping each month be a symptom of that chronical illness?

not in the story, no worries! Just a possible interpretation and my personal intent when writing.

As a small aside I personally don't like to think of chronic illness as something that people "count" as, so to speak, it's an extremely personal label and incredibly varied between individuals and as with all disability there is never such thing as hard lines or black and white... but I understand why you worded it that way and I understand what you're asking.

So, yes, Steve is also chronically ill within this framework. The entire comic is sort of shaped around this, to be honest! I mean he canonically has some pretty extreme memory issues... He's also canonically homeless (not that this is an illness but I just mean it's something I think most people forget about him when discussing him). And, yes, his condition is uncontrollable and is severely impacting his ability to live the life he wants to live.

He has just been barely coping up to the point we meet him, and has been very desperate which is what led him to creating that list of deviations. He has periods where his body is out of his control, he is unable to form relationships, he hurts others without meaning or wanting to... Yeah. He's metaphorically relating to a lot of things, really.

So, yknow, you're welcome to interpret him as you'd like! for me I relate a lot with my various issues and conditions and thus that's why I've projected on him the way I have, but of course I would understand entirely different interpretations of what is inherently metaphorical.

[isotridecanol]

it's her! the world's smallest war criminal!

gift from the illustrious @halfvampires and @ nat sorry i dont know your url or if youre even on here

[horrorsequel]

doing two for one

finally doing these things @horrorcomedies tagged me in <3

rules: tag 10 people you want to know better!

relationship status: the most single a man has ever been

fav color: pink, orange, yellow....really all of them but i will stop there

song stuck in your head: anthony's song - billy joel but specifically the nightcore version

last song you listened to: after typing the last answer, i had to pull up the video, so. that.

3 fav foods: peanut avocado rolls, salt and vinegar chips, anything with flowers in it, p much

last thing you googled: samsung worm emoji

dream trip: i really don't know cos like... idk traveling always goes bad for me so i have slightly cooled on the idea, but i DO really wanna go visit all my friends, and two of my besties are in minnesota so tHERE? also would love to go back to AUS or go to Ireland or Scotland. oh shit also i wanna go on one of those alaskan cruises... cold cruise. :)

anything l want right now: I think i need. a dnd (or other ttrpg) group REAL bad. I'm finally getting my health in order again for the first time since high school and I would love to just spend time goofing off with people

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9 people you want to know better!

last song i listened to: okay well. we know the answer. (i'm listening to My Life nightcore now)

currently watching: rewatching a bunch of british sitcoms and variety shows i really liked as a kid/teen. MASH. watching h2o just add water with my mom. my parents always turn on Suits when i'm in the room cos they think I want to watch it but i don't lmaoooo. i stay in the room tho so ig i'm not doing anything to dissuade them

currently reading: Right Ho, Jeeves! i beleive is the name of the volume i'm on now lol. love that little bitch. also Beautiful You by chuck palahniuk

current obsession: crocheting and Jeeves and Wooster. all i do is crochet while watching Jeeves & Wooster or listening to the audio books. All i think about is crochet. It's all i want to do all the time. it's so fun tagging: @b0ytron @princessmo @holoprisms @wokeuplaughing @oblivioustoast @ohgirliepleasee @bisopod @skeletood @interlibraryloan @halfvampires & anyone else who wants to have some 2012 style fun

[incoherentincandescentruins]

moved to halfvampires!

[gothessblade]

daemon

my back aches and im overwhelmed

the sound of the public, my own personal hell

the whining of children, the most agitating music

i miss when time was only illusion

im trapped in a world ran by humans

where youre the monster for showing your bruises

"im sick of people being fuckin assholes"

says the woman to the her man

they're complaints are relatable

but they only do it because they can

not because they plan to solve it, or make a change

but because they feel the need to spread their rage

i keep mine safe inside until it overflows

like the time i nearly killed a bitch by wringing her throat

that was the first time i took over and it wasnt the last

im probably behind all the times we got kicked out of class

and why we shut down for a year and graduated late

and through all of this, she still cant hate me

its probably stupid but i wish she did

maybe then she'd cast me out and id be.. i dont know, dead?

no, i cant die, all i ever do is wake up

and ill always be stuck with her but at least i can wear her makeup.

[momoko-usagi]

Name Mireille Mazet Age 9 Birthday December 24 2016  Race half Angel and half Vampire Personality Spoiled and friendly Loves sweeties, singing and getting spoiled from her Aunt Shantel She is the daughter of Fabiola Ancel and Carlisle Mazet. Her Aunt Shantel Mazet is the Vampire Queen of France. She has vampire fangs. She wants to be singer when she grows up

[halfvampire]

• the boredom is the reason I started swimming. it’s also the reason I started sinking •

[peachym-lk]

Waaaaa ♥ /sketch/

by: Yaneteru

[milbethmorillo]

Gabriel the nightStalker 😄 he is a half-vampire OC of a very dear old friend 💜💙 I used coffee paint for the bachground it was very relaxing 😊😊💖 ES: Gabriel es un OC de una linda amiguita :'D esas viejas amistades que duran... Si💜 el fondo lo hice con café xD fue relajante 😊😊 #art #artist #illustration #character #vampire #halfvampire #semirealism #traditionalartist #traditionalart #watercolor #coloredpencils #coffeepaint #artistsofinstagram #illustratorsoninstagram #artgram #drawing #arte #dibujo #vampiro #artetradicional

[sadieesuicide]

#beforeAndAfter 2 months healed ready for #renfest Sunday #pixiwarrior #halfVampire #halfPixi Set complete #pixiEars #BME #Cosplay #tinkerbellcosplay #cosplayModel #bodymodification #altModels #itsBananas #elfEars #vulcan #bloodElf #cookieElf 🖖#amethyst #crystalgems (at Brooklyn, New York)

[reluctanth3ro]

Oh dhampir oc #artwork #artist#comics #markart #promarkers #oc #originalartwork #originalcharacter #comicart #comicartist #dhampir #halfvampire #characterdesign #illustration #edgy #youngartist

Repost is okay just credit me

[sansthelonelypunster]

[seancekitsch]

dark greetings of the night, fellow smut peddler

picture it: Sicily, 1922

Santa Carla, 1987. David X HalfVampire!Reader. The girl he kidnapped before Star. Maybe they were together before he got turned, IDK.

Him: swears they're soulmates

Her: hates (/wants/still loves) him

Her: constantly trying to escape and/or kill the head vampire; flat-out refusing to make her first kill

Him: offering increasingly bloody temptations, forcing her to channel her bloodlust into lust-lust so she doesn't give in

Rough. Angry. Bloody. Like the beach massacre. But sexier.

okay smut did not call for me with this prompt but i did a lot of SOMETHING it’s romance, it’s angst, it’s something!!! it’s my first time writing for david, it inspired me if not like strictly to what you asked but like. it’s fun???? i hope it’s good david is new for me to focus on.

David takes his gloves off to grab a gold plated necklace; the only expensive thing in the cave and the only thing he holds dear. He hasn’t held this necklace in years, never intended to touch it again. He full hoped he’d lose it or Paul would steal it. He remembers the night he gave it to you.

“We’re soulmates.”

“Soulmates? Thats fucking rich.”

You glare the whole time, but you still wrap your arms around him on the back of his bike and let him take you to god knows where. Every night is the same, every night is riding and hunting. Except for you. It was all fine at first, and then you knew better. You flatten yourself against him, your back going rigid for the perfect angle to let the wind rush against your face and tangle your hair. You love this part. It’s now that you love David, before the carnage and before the arguing. It’s you and David and the night and he’s sweet as pie even though you’re so sour, and it makes you want to break and give in and be sweet back. It never lasts but you wish it would.

Maybe it would if you just fed, you think sometimes. If you just join the family maybe he’ll be sweet always and you don’t have to fight him.

But maybe it would last too if you just fucking killed Max, you also think. You know it’s his fault. The only reason you’re in this mess is because Max took you on as a secretary after your dad disappeared. Maybe if Max was dead you and David could run away from all this and make something good of yourselves.

And maybe, just maybe, the wind will kiss you better than he ever could and you’ll just fade away.

The bike stops sooner than you thought it would, and you notice pretty much immediately that the other boys have fallen back so far they can’t even be seen.

“David? What is this?” you ask, gently dismounting the bike.

“I wanted to do something nice for you,” he starts, also dismounting and following you to the end of the pier, “I want to show you how much I love you.”

You watch him apprehensively, but your shoulders un-tense themselves.

“How?”

“I got you a gift, like what those boys going steady do for their best girls,” He smirks, and the charm almost has you melting, almost. He drops to both his knees in front of you, and pulls out a box.

“David this better not be—“

“It’s not, I know you better than that.”

You would have outright rejected any proposal. It’s rare he even gets a kiss from you, despite the fact that you know he catches you staring and wishing you could just give in.

He reveals a necklace, a simple gold plated chain with the tiniest little red stone hanging from it, so simple and delicate. It’s the most beautiful piece of jewelry you’ve ever seen, even prettier than your family’s diamond they brought over from your dad’s old country at the turn of the century.

“Oh David… You shouldn’t have.”

“I had to, honey. It reminded me of you.”

He can be so fucking romantic sometimes, it makes you want to apologize to him and give into anything he wants.

“David, get up,” you command, all smiles, “Put it on me!”

He obeys immediately, almost scrambling to get behind you and clasp it.

The chain is tiny and cold around you neck, your fingers immediately rubbing against where the stone rests above your sternum.

“Stunning,” David gasps as he turns you to look at him. You don’t even flinch at his touch this time, even actively leaning into where his hand connects with you.

“Take me back home?” you ask.

“Are you sure? The night is young…”

“I’m sure you’ll like what I have planned.”

You don’t have to say anything else before he’s pulling you back on the bike to go home. That was the best night.

He remembers the first time you ripped it off your neck.

“I don’t want to do this anymore!” you snap, and the boys immediately know to give you and David some space. You’re their sister and they love you, but they have no business in this conversation.

“Do this? You aren’t doing anything!” It’s rare to hear David’s voice leave it’s even tone, but tonight it does. You’ve been here since ‘56 and you haven’t even tried to feed. You’ve been his pretty little arm candy and snarled at him for almost a decade now. He can’t believe you haven’t just caved and fed yet. You almost have, twice. The most recent being earlier this week, where he offered you a half dead man that had tried to grope you. He deserved to die on all accounts, and he could see you almost end him. That little sparkle in your eyes was there, the hunger. But instead you jumped his bones like the world was ending, letting him fuck you right then and there on the beach.

“I’ll do something alright,” you shriek, rounding what used to be the check in desk.

“Oh yeah?” that coolness back in his voice.

“I’m going to end all of this. I’m going straight to the source!”

David follows you around the edge of the desk, cornering you.

“Don’t make a choice you’ll regret,” he warns.

“I’m ending this, or I’m ending us.”

“You won’t.”

“If I kill Max,” you start, your voice dropping to a whisper, “We can leave. We don’t have to stay and listen to him. You can do what you want.”

Your eyes are so full of hope; that same sparkle he thought was hunger shining in them, at him this time. He wants to agree with you, he wants to run away with you. Anything with you, he almost agrees.

But then he straightens his back, his normal scowl returning to his face. He knows he can’t.

You face contorts into a similar frown, before a tear escapes your eye.

“Coward,” you spit, and you yank the delicate little chain from around your neck, not caring that the tiny stone you love so much went flying to the ground. You hop over the counter and leave the cave.

He doesn’t know when you come back.

David painstakingly repaired it and you ended up happily returning it to its place around you neck only three nights later. You kissed him all over his face as a thank you.

He remembers the moment he ripped it off your neck.

“I’m doing this FOR US,” you shout, your voice angry and ugly in a way David’s never heard before; but even then all he wants to do is kiss you. You’re lunging at Max with a stake in your hands, where you got it is as good as any guess; waving it clumsily like you don’t know what to do with it. David realizes you’ve never held a weapon before.

“David,” Max calls, and a switch flips for David. His father needs him.

“David, I think you made an error in your judgement with her.”

He must have. Blinded by her body and her love and everything they had for the past twenty years. He was selfish for wanting her over seeing the better picture. All this time and she never even made a kill. She never wanted this life, just him. Just to take him away from this.

“David, I love you,” you plead with him, “We can all leave if he’s gone! Think about your brothers! About me!”

And he does. You got along so well with them. You belonged with them. They belonged with you. They’d be heartbroken if you left. You are as much a part of the family as any of them. David would do anything to keep you all safe.

“David,” Max warns, “All of this goes away if I do. I protect you.”

It’s over in seconds, the way he crosses the room. A push backwards, slash of a stake against his arm, a crying apology, a desperate bite on his shoulder, nails digging into his coat, and then a crunch.

And then just another meal.

And then he rips the chain from a limp neck, a bad call of judgement.

Someone he’ll always miss.

“Star?” David calls, “I have a gift for you.”

He fully intends on letting her keep your necklace. He won’t lose her the way he lost you.