#the vampire x werewolf of it all

[angelsdean]

so apparently Benny and Garth are getting married ????? How twilight of them

[rageflippedtables]

Happy Halloween!!

[wisecrackingeric-2]

Happy Halloween from Luis and Leon!!! I am not immune to vampire/werewolf propaganda

[meli-writes]

vampire who tried to keep a muzzled, leashed werewolf as a trophy. and now that werewolf has torn said muzzle off and is pinning her to the floor, the long claw of the full moon reaching through the great arched windows her castle.

🌕: "thought you could control me, didn't you?" 🩸: "no no no, i'm sorry okay i—" 🌕: "ah ah! you thought you could. so, admit it!" 🩸: "i-i thought i could control you, like a thrall." 🌕: "and now?" 🩸: "i can't. i understand now." 🌕: "and what does that mean i can do to you?" 🩸: "w-what? i-i don't know i--" 🌕 lurches down, bared not fangs but a whole maw over her moonlit throat. 🩸: "control me! you can control me. m-muzzle me. and leash me. a-and collar me in silver. p-please." 🌕: "good. we'll start there."

[voidcat]

baby vampire narumi who picks you to be one of his first...

you're easy on the eyes, pretty compliant looking and he's sure he has overheard you discuss with friends that you find the whole 'vampire scene' to be hot. easy prey, he thinks. and as a bonus, it'll be his stupid form of get back. him and you have never been on good terms and he just cannot wait to see the expression on your face when you realize the alluring, charming vampire that has approached you turns out to be the guy you've been looking down at and calling an idiot this whole time.

what he didn't account for- is that your approach from start to finish is too fishy... is that vampire fantasy perhaps not just a fantasy but an experience already? how come you seem to be one step ahead of him, what's with the gradual change in your demeanor that he otherwise wouldn't have noticed were he not looking forward to your absolute surprise-

until he realizes a little too late that the hunter has been the prey this whole time. sure, there were rumors of older vampires around, not just by years but experience too, master of some of the vampiric crafts or just the life of the night- nothing but pure, filthy, demonic blood coursing through their veins unless currently feeding on their latest course.

fangs glinting under the dim lights of the candles and pupils like two slits cutting through the night, narumi didn't account for the possibility of you being one of them, is all

[stargayzerlily03]

Okay fiddauthor nation hear me out! Monster AU where Fiddleford is a vampire and Stanford is a werewolf and their dynamic is like this:

[rosellia-xivth]

Trick or Treat!

[cute-brainz]

The most important girl in the world!!!

[dan-i-am21]

Okay so I’m reading this vampire/werewolf storming the the vampire looks at the wolf and says “start barking, Fido”. it is the best line and all I can think of is Andreil because I’m obsessed with them and Andrew being a vamp saying that to Neil it’s just gold and I need someone to write this!

[m-1-8]

Gluttony

Tav pushes Astarion down onto the bedding, yanking him from his feast. Astarion laps at the trailing blood and his coated fingers, hungry for more. Tav wonders just what he has gotten himself into this time…

"Famished" Part 1 [no real cw] (monochromatic)

[gwynbleiddyn]

oh, please, give me mercy no more // that's a kindness you can't afford

[little-bumblebeeee]

Moonlight – part 5

Word count: 1.4k

Part 4 part 3 part 2 part 1

Angst angst angst angst

(Next chapter will be a Steve chapter!!!!)

Nothing happened of course. He just let Steve hang out at his place until he cooled down and Eddie sent him off back to Nancy. Back to Nancy. He can't help but feel a bitter hatred towards the girl despite her doing absolutely nothing to him. He knows it's just jealousy though, jealousy about a boy he'll never in a million years get.

Why does he keep doing this to himself? Wanting what he can't have. Fame, money, boys, a life in general.

Because he's Eddie Munson. The world has it out for him.

He stabs his pencil through the paper of his sketchbook, his blood going cold as he realizes he shouldn't have done that. The dragon on the page now has a gaping hole in it's chest, and while he could try to fix it, he doesn't want to fix things right now. Fixing needs effort, and he doesn't have that in him at the moment, not while he's sitting on his bed crying over a boy.

"Eddie Munson, crying over a jock. What a twist, huh?" He comments bitterly to the ratty Garfield plush in front of him, slumped over from the lack of stuffing in one side, droopy eyes scratched to practically nothing. He still keeps it though, because he loves it.

Some things don't need to be fixed. They're lovable the way they are.

And yet nobody seems to love Eddie. Sure, his mom loved him, but that was when he was a kid, and he can't help but wonder if she would still love him if she was around today. Wayne too, but that's different, hard to see. He wants a different love, he wants Steve's love. He'll get rid of it soon. This stupid, horrible crush on a boy. A boy who's both a jock and a werewolf. God, what has his life become?

It's been a week since he stopped Steve from spraypainting all over town, and he can't help but realize.. he missed the full moon. Steve would've already turned back by now, all alone. It's fine. It's not like Steve needs him, and Eddie was wanting to distance himself from Steve. This is good for them both.

Yet guilt eats away at him, squeezing and twisting at his insides, making his lungs close up and his throat catch. He can hardly breathe, and it hurts. He feels like he should apologize, but he can't, it's not even necessary. Steve never needed Eddie there, not when he's been transforming all by himself for years and years already by the time Eddie found him.

He can't go to school. He can't even risk the chance of seeing Steve, can't even risk the chance of seeing this damn boy. It hurts. It's horrible, it's.. Eddie gets up, going out to the small kitchen as if his body is on autopilot. He opens the fridge and closes it a couple times, his brain empty from the lack of accomplishment of grabbing something from the barren shelves. He doesn't know what to do with himself. It's a feeling not unknown to him, but it's never been at the hands of a boy who looks both like a God and Just Some Dude. What is wrong with him? He's Eddie Munson, of all people he should be immune to Harrington's charms.

But he just isn't.

Nothing is working, either. Not food, not drawing, not his music, not D&D– hell, he even tried going on a walk. Nothing. Is. Working. He tried to lose himself in his interests, tried to let them consume him completely like they do when he doesn't want them to, but not even those want him now. His guitar isn't calling to him, neither are his books or the figurines that still need to be painted.

Eddie needs to talk to this boy. Even once. He doesn't care if he'll be rejected, he truly doesn't, he just.. needs to get this feeling out. Shoes on his feet, keys in his hand, he stills. He didn't even open the door yet.

He can't do this. He should be confident, but no, he's shaking like a leaf, his stomach churning. He doesn't even take his shoes off as he walks back to his room, slowly slipping into bed, pulling the covers up to his chin. He doesnt like this feeling. He doesn't like when the only things beckoning him closer are the things that will hurt him most. How when he thought Steve was in danger he was so ready to leave, yet now he can't even open the front door?

There's something wrong with him. Always has been, always will be. If he's not killed or doesn't do it himself before he graduates he'll be driven out of this hellhole of a town, either going to jail and reuniting with his no-good dad or being completely alone for the rest of his life. People would talk and wonder. They'd discuss and gossip about Mr. Munson, the shut-in neighbor with a cat who nobody sees outside unless he's working or on his porch, the man who doesn't speak, the man who stays inside when he doesn't have errands, the man who drinks himself to bed every day. They'd wonder what happened to get him like that– if he had a wife who passed away or something.

He closes his eyes and runs a hand over his face, attempting to swallow down the lump in his throat at the thought. He doesn't want that but it seems like the only future for him. The Garfield plush on his pillow that he found comfort in since he was a child now seems like it's mocking him, it's lazy eyed stare and wide sleepy smile staring him down.

That's when he hears the tapping on his window. There was knocking at his door earlier but he didn't bother to answer, knowing that if it was his uncle he wouldn't be knocking and would just come inside, not really caring about visitors.

He doesn't get out of bed, but he hears the window slide open, harsh sunlight burning his eyes as someone tumbles into his room, shoe covered feet landing on Eddie's carpeted floors.

And his voice.

"Eddie? What's going on? You weren't there.." Steve says quietly, hesitantly walking over to Eddie's bedside as if he was sick or something. He must look pathetic, buried under a thin blanket, clutching a stuffed animal, with his hair a mess and his eyes all puffy and red.

"You weren't there." Steve repeats. "I waited for you. All night. I don't even know what happened– I just know I woke up and I... I was covered in blood. I don't know what or who's blood it was– I'm freaking the fuck out!" He says, pacing Eddie's room. The boy jolts up, rubbing his eyes and throwing the blanket off. That's when he finally gets a good look at Steve. The tired eyes, his uncharacteristically sunken and pale skin, dried blood on his hands as if all he could do was try and wipe it off his skin with what he could find and shove some clothes on before going straight to Eddie.

"Shit shit shit, shit, shit! Okay.. okay, blood. You didn't kill someone, you couldn't have. You're not that kinda... person.. werewolf.. thing." Eddie says breathlessly, getting up out of bed and realizing that half of this blood is Steve's. The way it seeps through his blue sweater, creating a dark stain that just keeps spreading.

"I don't know what happened." Steve admits upon realizing what Eddie is looking at, lifting up his sweater to show a gaping hole in his abdomen, next to that patch of hair Eddie has dreamed about again and again.

"Holy shit.. Steve, you got shot*" He says in shock, but Steve doesn't even look surprised. He simply shoves his fingers into the wound and pulls out a bullet, wiping his hand on his sweater. "I'll be fine. It's not even close to the first time, I know how to handle it. You got a first aid kit or anything?"

Eddie blinks a few times.. sure, Steve is a werewolf, he's strong, he doesn't feel as much pain as a normal person. But he just pulled a bullet out of his flesh and asked Eddie if he had gauze with the normalcy of asking if it's cold out today, not to mention he didn't even notice the blood was his own.

Now all he has to do is keep it together when Steve pulls off his shirt to patch himself up.

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[keenzinemugstudent]

When your vampire boyfriend ex girlfriend who Is a siren wants you to dump him

Siren: Look Chica just dump him already it will make things much easier for both of us

Werewolf gf: Why? So you and him can get back together if so I'll rip your throat out!

Siren: What? No! it's so I can keep you all to myself my dear cute werewolf

Werewolf gf: Uh what

Vampire bf: What?! Hell no she's mine!

Siren: Ha yeah right she deveres a REAL monster to make her happy which you clearly can't do!

Vampire bf: Oh you bitch!

Werewolf gf: Uh I don't know how to feel about this

[orange-artblog]

the sillies are giggling 🤭

day 4 - laughing

aftermare week - @bluepallilworld

geno by crayonqueen

nighty by jokublog

crossover by me <3

alternative (doll geno):

[serpentarius]

The werewolves are at a new club with the vampires tonight for their monthly meet-up. 

Nick's recommendation, unsurprisingly. It's a spot called The Groove Grotto and Nick knows the owner, so he was able to get all the vampires invited in. It's a bit cheesy here, with one too many strobe lights going, and it's not as big or filled up as Boogie Wonderland, but it's got a decent crowd and a nice enough vibe.   

Anton perks up when Viago appears in front of him on the dancefloor. 

"Are you having fun?” the vampire asks. 

“Yeah!” he replies, taking a sip of his beer. "You?" 

"Yes, great!" the vampire yells. Then, suddenly, he asks, "May I please have a word with you? Outside?" 

"Oh, yeah - sure!" 

They find an exit that takes them to the back alley. They're the only ones out there, the feeble glow of streetlights casting faint shadows along the uneven brick, the distant bass offering a comforting respite.

"So what's up, mate?" Anton asks him.

He figures Viago just wanted a break from the loud atmosphere, to simply chat about their day, away from the rest.

What he doesn't expect is for Viago to stick his hand out and say, "I made you this.”

The vampire unfurls his fingers. There's something there. 

“Oh gosh,” Anton reacts, inspecting the wrapped object. “Really? For me?”

“Yes."

“And it’s a…" He takes it from Viago, unwrapping it to reveal a long, delicate ceramic piece. It's thicker on one end, and it's got little bends and crooks in it. Upon closer look, he's able to make out the concave divot on the other end. “Spoon?” 

“Ja,” Viago responds giddily.  

“Wow, this' really something,” Anton continues to examine it, impressed by the intricate patterns on its handle. “Your craft's come a long way, mate!” 

Viago's beam grows wider. “Thank you. I will admit that this was a difficult one to do. But it was important for me to get it right. So," he now takes the corner of his bottom lip between his teeth. "Do you accept it?”

The phrasing of this throws him off a bit. But that's a general occurrence with Viago, so Anton just says, "Yeah, of course, mate. I love it. Thank you. I'll keep it safe."

He wraps it back up and carefully places it into his jacket pocket. He doesn't want to risk it breaking, though, so he keeps his fingers closed around it. Then, half-jokingly, he asks, "So's it my birthday or something? What's the occasion?"  

“No occasion," the vampire responds, but a hint of anxiety colours his gaze. As if he was expecting Anton not to like the gift. "You do so much for me, Anton.” 

His face suddenly feels warm. 

“Sweet of you to say, Vi,” he says. “But, uh - seriously, everything okay? You look–” Anton crooks his head, “Odd. No offence.” 

Viago clears his throat. “An idea has just come to me.” 

“What is it?”

“I would like to see your…”

Anton's eyes go wide. “My….?”

“Park.”

“My park?” 

“Yes.”

“What d'you mean?”

Viago straightens up. “Ja, you know. The park. Where you work. Are you able to show it to me, at a suitable nighttime hour?”

Anton’s brows furrow. “I — uh, like a private tour of the conservation?”

“Yes. I would like you to give me a private tour of your park.”

“You know it’s not really my park, mate,” he chuckles. “But - yeah, of course, I can work something out." He examines Viago, trying to figure him out by his expression, though it remains perplexing. "Do I dare ask what brought this on?”

Viago’s mouth quirks a little. “Only that I would like to know more about what you do. I enjoy it when you share your interests with me.”

Anton blinks fast. The flattery warms his heart, leaving him momentarily at a loss for words.

“Ah. That's really nice, mate. And same to you, by the way. Pottery lesson sometime? I've always wanted to make a vase.” 

Viago is quiet at first. But then, very softly, he says, “Anytime you would like.”

— Sneak peek #2 from Chapter 5 of “You’re A Little Bit Just Like Me” 😄

[decoyhounds]

cant stop thinking about limoreau at a halloween party, and they've gone as a werewolf vampire couple.

of course marie is the vampire, fake blood dripping down from the corner of her mouth, she's got the fake fangs in too. she's dressed in a tight sleeveless red dress that clings to her form. she looks delightfully sinful, jordan gawks stupidly at her when she shows up at their door so that they can walk to the party together. and throughout the night, they cant stop staring at her, cant stop thinking about marie pinning them up against a wall with her mouth on their neck.

jordan is in their female form, and they've dressed in distressed and torn clothing that exposes half of their torso, with fake blood splatters on the fabric. it's a bit difficult to look like a werewolf if you're not in wolf form, so at marie's insistence and to jordan's dismay, they've also got a headband with a pair of wolfish looking ears on, and a fluffy grey tail hanging from their waist behind them. they look ridiculous, but they put up with it because the way marie smiles every time she sees them makes it worth it.

and later on, when they're both drunk and falling over each other in jordan's dorm room, they definitely don't do any sort of roleplaying as they tear each other's clothes off.