#i need this vampire romance

[sadiseigert]

ɪ'ᴍ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ

ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴄʀᴜꜱʜɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ

ᴀʟʟ ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ɪꜱ ʏᴏᴜ

ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʀᴍꜱ

ᴡʜᴇɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴇᴍʙʀᴀᴄᴇ

[littlenastieswewhispered]

“buffy ended the show single :)” ok but only because her current love interest just DIED!! (he near quite literally died in her arms! in sacrifice for her!) her last words of the entire series were telling him she loves him and then saying his name in admiration. she isn’t single; she’s a widow.

[neomustdiexo]

guys..guysmm hii!! waves to the very small amount of ppl who follow me.. hi guys!! how r yall im fine wbu ^_^

tumblr absolutely destroyed the quality omgggg -_-

[lemonduckisnowawake]

You know, it's a tragedy that there are no (or very little) Vampire x Christian stories out there, not for angst or theology or forbidden seductiveness or whatnot but for the sheer comedy of it all. I mean, the Christian would technically be immune to all of the vampire's shenanigans, like for example...

Vampire: Fool, I am the most powerful vampire in the West. Nothing but the force of an entire holy temple could even deign to scratch me Christian: Idiot, I AM a holy temple. 1 Corinthians 6:19, fear me and the Spirit inside that can burn you to ashes

[sirpoopepic]

And cross the Patron saint of switchblade fights!

And on a side note, I may start a mini series of vamp Frank and Gerard (not frerard catering OBVIOUSLY?????!!!)

[cemeterydolll]

oh look it’s biting and sucking on each others necks o’clock

[strategicjazzhands]

*Shakes them like a snow globe*

[librababe99]

Beneath the Blood Moon

Tags: MDNI, 18+ONLY, Vampire!Dick Grayson, Human! Female Reader, mentions of blood, power imbalance, supernatural elements, dark romance, forbidden love  Summary: In the shadows of Gotham, a forbidden love burns between you and Dick, a vampire torn between his lingering humanity and his dark insatiable hunger. wc: 1.3K

A/N: I don't know what's gotten into me y'all but something about this photo has me feeling soooo many ways😏

| DC Masterlist |

The night wrapped around Gotham like a velvet cloak, its shadows thick with secrets, its darkness alive with mystery. The city streets were quieter than usual, a soft mist curling in the air, shimmering under the dim glow of the streetlights. You pulled your coat tighter around your body, the chill biting at your skin despite the layers. But the cold wasn’t what made you shiver. It was him.

You could feel him—somewhere in the darkness, watching. Waiting. Just like always.

Your steps quickened as you crossed the nearly empty street, your heart racing in your chest, though it had little to do with fear. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t avoid him. You didn’t want to. That was the worst part of it all.

You longed for him.

As you turned into the alley near your apartment, you saw him, his silhouette emerging from the shadows. Tall, muscular, dressed in black, with the kind of effortless grace that made it seem as if he was part of the night itself. Dick Grayson—once a hero, once a man, but now something else entirely.

A vampire.

His piercing eyes glowed faintly, like embers in the dark, and as they locked onto yours, you felt a tug deep inside your chest, as if he had control of something far more precious than just your heart. It was magnetic, this pull between you. Dangerous. Forbidden.

You knew it was wrong. He was no longer the man you had known, no longer fully human. And you… you were still mortal. Fragile. But that didn’t stop the longing that throbbed through your veins whenever you were near him, the ache of wanting him, needing him, in ways you could barely admit to yourself.

“You shouldn’t be out here so late,” his voice was deep, smooth, tinged with that familiar mixture of concern and hunger. The sound of it sent a thrill down your spine, making your skin prickle with awareness.

“I could say the same to you,” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady as he stepped closer, his movements slow, deliberate, predatory. You could feel the heat of his body now, despite the coldness that seemed to radiate from him.

His smile was soft, but there was something dangerous in it. “You know why I’m here.”

You swallowed, your throat tight as he came closer still, until there was barely any space between you. His presence overwhelmed your senses—his scent, his closeness, the sharp gleam of his fangs when his lips parted slightly, as if tasting the air around you. It was intoxicating, the way he made you feel. He was so much stronger than you, so much darker, but you felt safe with him, even when you knew you shouldn’t.

“You shouldn’t do this,” you whispered, though your words were as much for yourself as they were for him.

He chuckled softly, his hand lifting to brush a strand of hair away from your face, his fingers lingering on your cheek, the coolness of his skin stark against the warmth of yours. “I know,” he said quietly, his voice filled with an edge of regret, but also something deeper, something that matched the ache you felt inside. “But I can’t stay away.”

Neither could you. Despite everything, despite the danger, the darkness, the blood that separated your worlds, you couldn’t stay away from him either.

Your breath hitched as his hand slid down your cheek, his thumb brushing across your lower lip with the barest pressure. His touch ignited something in you, something that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long. The heat pooled low in your belly, the pulse between your legs growing more insistent with every passing second.

“Every time I see you,” he murmured, his voice so soft it was almost a growl, “it gets harder. You don’t know what you do to me.”

You looked up at him, your heart hammering against your ribs. His eyes were dark, filled with a hunger that went beyond just the thirst for blood. It was deeper, more primal, and it mirrored your own yearning. The pull between you was undeniable, even though every rational part of your brain told you to stop this, to pull away.

But you couldn’t.

“I feel the same way,” you admitted, your voice barely more than a breath. It was the truth, and you both knew it. The tension between you was unbearable, electric, a coiled spring waiting to snap.

His thumb pressed harder against your lip, parting them slightly, and his eyes flicked down to your mouth with an intensity that made your legs tremble. “I could hurt you,” he whispered, the words heavy with warning, but there was no mistaking the longing in his voice. “I should walk away. But I can’t. I need you.”

The heat that surged through your body was overwhelming, an ache that demanded to be satisfied. You didn’t care about the danger, not anymore. You wanted him. You had always wanted him, even before the transformation, even before the darkness that now consumed him. But now, that want has grown into something more—a burning need, fierce and consuming.

“I’m not afraid,” you whispered, your voice trembling with both fear and desire. “I trust you.”

The way his eyes darkened at your words sent a shiver through you, and before you could take another breath, his lips were on yours. The kiss was hard, almost desperate, his cool mouth devouring yours with a hunger that matched your own. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you against him, and you melted into his embrace, your fingers tangling in his hair, tugging him closer, needing more.

His fangs grazed your lip, sharp and dangerous, and a small gasp escaped you, but the sting only heightened your desire. He deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping over yours, tasting, claiming, as though he was trying to drink in every part of you. You moaned against his mouth, your body arching into his, craving the touch of his hands, the press of his body against yours.

When he finally broke the kiss, you were both breathless, your chest heaving as you stared up at him. His eyes were wild, the faintest hint of red flickering in them, and you could see the struggle etched into his features��the battle between the man he was and the creature he had become.

“I want you,” he growled, his voice thick with desire, his hand sliding under your coat to rest on the curve of your hip. “But if we do this… I don’t know if I can stop.”

The weight of his words sank into you, but it didn’t scare you. You wanted him just as fiercely, just as desperately. Even if it meant surrendering to the darkness that clung to him.

“I don’t want you to stop,” you whispered, your voice trembling with the intensity of your need.

He groaned, his forehead resting against yours for a brief moment before he captured your lips again, this time softer, slower, as though he was savoring the taste of you. His hands roamed your body, exploring every curve, every inch, while your own hands found the smooth muscles of his chest, feeling the raw strength beneath the surface.

You were lost in him, in the heat, in the desire that pulsed between you. It didn’t matter that he was no longer human, that this love was dangerous, forbidden. All that mattered was the way he made you feel—the way he ignited something inside you that no one else ever had.

“I’ll make you mine,” he whispered against your lips, his voice thick with need, “but I’ll never turn you. I want you like this—human. Alive.”

His words sent a shudder through you. You knew this was wrong, that it could never last. But right now, at this moment, none of that mattered.

All that mattered was him.

And the way he made you feel like you were the only thing keeping him tethered to the last remnants of his humanity.

[claudiadpdl]

imagine consuming a piece of media like iwtv and boiling it down to "the abuse show" and telling people they should kill themselves for caring about the romance of it (which is a fundamental part alongside the grieving and healing from the unavoidable loss of your child). i honestly do not know how someone could watch two entire seasons (assuming the books weren't read because there's no way you'd say something like that otherwise) and come away with that specific opinion. watching a fucked up show about fucked up people and an exploration of said fucked up-ness with this exhausting mindset of 'ethical correctness' only hurts you in the long run. and beyond that? media literacy needs to be a mandated class in grade school.

[cheekylittlepupp]

I know everyone loves the evil power couple trope with Ascended Astarion, but what about something angst?

What if you slowly descend into madness, slowly become more of a monster, more of what he feared most. The first years or centuries where you two are together you are the grounding force, you are the one helping him retain his humanity, you are the one helping him from fully descending and becoming like his master, or even worse.

But with time you slowly start losing everyone you love, everyone you care for, anyone you start making an honest connection with. They'd either slowly vanish from your life or Astarion's fits of jealousy would get the better of them. Some would die peacefully, others would find their way back to you in pieces.

You'll have to come to terms that nothing really matters, nothing except Astarion. Your master, your lover, your world, the only person who would be with you, forever, for better or worse.

This is where the roles reverse and he's the one who's doing his best to hold onto the person he once fell in love with, doing his best to not fully lose you, but even with all of his power, he feels powerless.

After you start becoming worse he decides to finally sequester you into that deep chamber he talked about centuries ago. At first you would get the occasional visits from your servants, but gradually all of those visits will subside and the only one coming through that door would be Astarion.

The only blood you will be allowed to consume will be his, he will be your life force, figuratively and literally. Your entire life will revolve only around him. Finally, you'll be the obedient pet he once wanted.

One day he would cup your face and stare into your eyes, hoping to see the person he once fell in love with, slowly realizing what he has done, maybe a tear could run down his cheek which he'd instantly brush off, burying those thoughts deep inside him, as deep as his old self was burried. "The person of your dreams, the hope of them, is your own worst enemy"

Centuries after he will finally let you out, you will be a true vampire yes, why wouldn't he grant you that when your entire life is now dedicated to him, you will be practically worshipping him, entirely devoted to him, body and soul (or what's left of it anyway) You will be a strong vicious beast ready to be unleashed whenever he desires.

Years, centuries or millena of this Astarion would slowly start wishing for an adventurer to come and end his suffering, his and yours. You dying in his arms with a smile on your face, your cold fingers touching his face as you tell him that you love him one last time, yours eyes finally closing forever. Or idk maybe both of you dying together at the same time? romantic~

[professional-girlkisser]

committing to each other on a park bench in a GAY park while wearing a comically large, film noir heroine-esque hat with the rain falling. ROMANCE.

(source 1, source 2)

[enobariasdistrict2]

random thought but there was once this couple in my junior year biology class who were really sweet towards each other & always laughing with/teasing one another and i honestly couldn't tell if they were a couple or really good best friends (until they confirmed they were a couple later on lmao). and that's honestly the goal for all my fictional ships/hope for my irl serious relationships tbh

[hauntingjasper]

Blind as a bat

[aquarines]

i'm a loustat enjoyer myself, but i need to see lestat being passed around like a blunt by his love interests in the forthcoming season

[lightningzbolt]

Last reblog inspired me to share my own ponified Killjoys designs. Yeah I only made 3 so far, it takes time and I'm not like the biggest fan of the designs overall, but I like making detailed pony outfits, and I like MCR, obviously.

I made these 6 years ago, 5 years ago, and 3 years ago respectively. I guess I'm due for another soon, huh.

Bonus casual outfits and no guns.

[lauraagrace]

It's the last Saturday of the month, which means it's time to feature all the shoujo, josei, manhwa, and light novels that are releasing in the month of November! 🤩

Hope you see one of your favorite manga releasing a new volume and discover a new series to try! 🥳

Please note that all dates are subject to change and that almost all information (dates and covers) are directly taken from the publisher's website!