#tw blood drinking

[solalunar-eclipse]

No-Way Mirror

Inspired by this fantastic comic and a conversation I had with the talented @sharpedgedfool.

TW: blood, minor punctures, brief mention of the sensation of blood being drawn (and of course blood drinking)

Also available to read on AO3!

(This was mostly written before my hiatus began, I just wanted to finish editing it in a semi-reasonable timeframe, ahaha.)

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Shadow continued to smile wryly after his admission, allowing himself a faint laugh. “The best part is,” he continued, “I can’t even begin to imagine how a vampire would go unnoticed for any length of time. Their teeth are massive, surely anyone bitten by them would scream and get them caught almost immediately?”

What Sonic said next came as a bit of a surprise. “I could show you, if you want.”

Shadow glanced over in confusion, finding that same self-confident smirk still on Sonic’s face. “What?”

“I can show you what a vampire’s bite actually feels like.” he explained, throwing in a cheeky wink for good measure.

Ah. That made more sense. Shadow rolled his eyes. Sonic was probably trying to goad him into a fight of some sort or another—or perhaps even being flirtatious. He did tend to match Rouge’s energy at times, though this was the first instance Shadow had noticed where he had done so without the bat being directly present.

Well, he had been at the party for a while anyway, and he was tired enough of socializing that he was willing to humor Sonic, for his own entertainment if nothing else.

He pushed off the wall, shrugging. “Sure. Why not?”

The blue hedgehog’s eyes widened, and Shadow took a bit of pride in having thrown off his companion. “Really? I mean, heck yeah, man!” Sonic grinned, leading him towards the back of the house. This wasn’t his place, it was Amy’s, meaning both that Sonic probably knew it almost as well as his own and that Shadow was distinctly less willing to tear it up than he might have been if it were Sonic’s home.

Once they’d made their way down the hall and into a side room, Shadow raised a skeptical eyebrow at Sonic. “So, what’s this ‘vampire bite’ supposed to feel like, exactly?”

Instead of replying, Sonic took a deep breath, steadying himself—

—and then lunged.

Shadow was practically thrown backwards, only catching himself half upright on the desk that happened to be by the window. A sharp, pinching pain radiated from his neck, but it soon settled down into a duller yet persistent ache.

Had that moron actually gone and bitten him as a joke?!

For a fraction of a second, Shadow was prepared to tear into Sonic, both verbally and also physically if necessary, but then he noticed something else that left his limbs feeling oddly as if they’d been filled with lead.

The teeth currently buried in his neck were…very sharp. And, now that he was thinking about it, very long, especially for a hedgehog that hadn’t been genetically modified like him. Shadow had gotten his blood drawn enough times in his life to know what the sensation of blood leaving his body felt like, and he could also feel that in his veins.

Okay. New assessment of the situation. Sonic was, quite possibly, an actual vampire. Which meant that vampires were real. And Sonic was currently drinking his blood.

Shadow wasn’t really sure what to make of all this. He didn’t exactly want to try and rip two vampire fangs out of his neck—while he would heal fast enough that his health wouldn’t be a concern, it would hurt a hell of a lot worse than it currently did.

Thankfully, before he could think much farther than that, Sonic seemed to rouse himself slightly. He shifted a little, exhaled against Shadow’s neck (and wasn’t that a whole host of other things the hybrid would prefer to never unpack), and then slowly retracted his teeth.

Almost nervously, Sonic took a few steps backwards, his lips stained a green that would normally have been only a shade or two lighter than his eyes. Right now, though, his irises burned as crimson as Shadow’s. That was a little odd considering he hadn’t just consumed red blood, but Shadow had already been made quite pointedly aware that his knowledge about vampires was severely lacking.

“Um.” Sonic said, the picture of eloquence as always. “…I kinda expected you to throw me through a window by now.”

Shadow blinked. “Why?”

“I dunno, maybe ‘cause I just bit ya and drank your blood for a solid ten seconds?” Sonic shot back, but his raised quills made the comment seem less like a quip and more like an accusation. Accusing who, the hybrid hedgehog wasn’t sure.

“Honestly, I…just can’t find it in myself to be all that bothered,” Shadow said, still feeling a bit distant and bewildered.

Sonic frowned, stepping forward again to look more closely at Shadow. “I’m pretty sure I didn’t take enough for you to be dealing with blood loss, but you seem kinda out of it.”

Shadow looked away, paying a little more attention to how he was feeling for a moment. “I think I’m just overwhelmed.” he explained softly. “I was already beginning to feel a bit strained from the party, and this is…not bad, necessarily, just a lot to process on top of all that.”

“I didn’t mean to do that.” Sonic looked uncomfortable and guilty, and Shadow didn’t particularly enjoy seeing him that way.

“Here,” he offered, “why don’t you walk me home? That way I have more time to ask you some questions in a place that isn’t keeping either of us cooped up.” A place that isn’t keeping you from stretching your legs, Shadow didn’t say, but heavily implied.

A soft half-smile, so unlike his usual cocky smirks, spread across Sonic’s face. “That sounds great, honestly.”

The two of them left through the back door, each texting their friends to let them know that they were leaving early. Despite the fact that Sonic had a lot more people to message, he finished at about the same time as Shadow, given that he was rather less concerned about any minor spelling errors and tended to type much more quickly.

They walked in silence together for a little while, Shadow gratefully taking the time to process what had happened.

So, Sonic’s a vampire. What now?

…well, do I really even have to do anything? Sure, he drinks blood, but he has far too strict of a moral code to actually hurt anyone permanently. And he’s been a vampire this entire time, long before I knew, and there haven’t been any problems, so…I suppose this doesn’t really change much at all.

It seemed the silence was too good to last, though, because Sonic spoke up. “Hey, uh…sorry. About drinkin’ your blood a little, back there. I really figured you’d, like, punch me in the face or Chaos Blast me off or something.”

Shadow blinked, drawn suddenly out of his thoughts, and accidentally said the first thing that came to mind. “I honestly forgot I could do that.”

Sonic let out a laugh that was half genuine, half disbelieving. “You forgot? How’d you forget about the thing that literally only you can do?”

“I just did.” Shadow insisted, only barely resisting the urge to roll his eyes at his companion. “And if you’re so sorry about it, then why didn’t you pull off as soon as you realized I wasn’t reacting?”

“I didn’t think I’d even get that far, really.” Sonic shrugged, and Shadow shot him a half-hearted glare.

“It wasn’t a date, Sonic, it was you biting my neck.” he retorted flatly.

The blue hero laughed again, this time a proper unrestrained cackle. “Aw, what, should I take you out to dinner next time first?”

Shadow nearly stopped walking, only just catching himself. “Maybe I ought to bite you ‘next time’, we’ll see how you like it.”

“Aw, c’mon, you wouldn’t bite lil’ old me, would you?” Sonic batted his eyelashes innocently, his fanged grin completely undercutting the image he was trying to portray.

Shadow had a feeling that Sonic was hoping to goad him into insisting that he would, so instead he tried a different tack, looking to throw the other off. “I suppose you’re right, given that I’m a vegetarian.” he said, adding a pointed, “unlike somebody currently present.”

Sonic abruptly started pouting, an expression Shadow didn’t often see on his face. “Hey, normally I’d just snag a few blood bags from the hospital! That’s at least better, right?”

“You what.” This time Shadow actually did stop walking.

The sharp tone of his voice alone had Sonic freezing mid-stride as well. “I mean, it—it’s not really that many! And I only take the ones that’re gonna expire, I swear!” He held his hands up defensively.

The hybrid let out a sigh. “Still, people might need those. Frankly, I’d rather have you bite me again than keep on raiding hospitals.”

Sonic’s uncharacteristic silence made Shadow hesitate. He looked at the vampire properly, only to see him wearing an expression that looked a little like someone had just smacked him with a live fish.

“You’d let me feed from you? Like, for real?” he asked, blinking and shaking his head as if to make sure he hadn’t just imagined Shadow’s words.

“I would.” Shadow insisted. “I can regenerate blood much more quickly than most people, so you might even be able to take more than you could from a hospital’s blood stores. It’s a win-win. You get a meal without the theft and uncertainty, and I get to know that you’re not stealing from hospitals anymore.”

Sonic stared at him in disbelief for a moment longer, before smiling more genuinely than he had throughout the entire rest of the night. “I’d—I’d honestly really appreciate that.” he said, rocking back on his heels.

Shadow nodded in agreement. “I’ll send you a message at some point to schedule a time, then, unless you get hungry soon. If so, you can text me—but don’t pretend to be hungry when you’re not!” he added quickly. “I’ll be able to figure it out if you do.”

“Cross my heart, I won’t!” Sonic said, doing the associated motion for bonus effect and adding a wink at the end. Clearly religious symbols (at least from human traditions) weren’t as good at dispelling vampires as they were made out to be.

“You’d better not.” Shadow scoffed lightly. “Now then, where—” he continued, looking around for a street sign, only to realize— “oh. This is my street.”

The vampire frowned unhappily. “Aw man, already?”

“Don’t worry, you’ll be seeing me again before long.”

It was almost comical how quickly Sonic perked up. “Hey, good point! I’ll be seein’ ya ‘round soon, Shads!”

He dashed off before Shadow could even begin the sentence “Don’t call me that,” which was heard only by the empty space around him.

Shadow let out a tired sigh, and walked the last few meters to the front door of the building where Rouge’s apartment was. The receptionist at the front desk gave him a slightly odd look, but he paid them no mind as he stepped into the elevator, allowing himself to lean against the back wall only once the doors were closed.

He shut his eyes and exhaled. He didn’t regret making that offer, not one bit, but if every subsequent vampire encounter was going to be as draining (pun not intended) as this one had been, he might need to schedule them even more carefully than he’d originally thought.

Once the elevator arrived at the correct floor, he shuffled over to the apartment door and unlocked it with practiced ease, stepping inside and instantly beginning to shed his costume. It was only once he’d removed his cape that he caught sight of himself in the mirror and did a double-take.

There was an acid-green stain on the right shoulder of his shirt, marring the pristine white material. Shadow stepped closer to the mirror and took a closer look. Indeed, there were two puncture holes in the shirt’s neck on that side, showing exactly what had caused the stain.

Sonic had probably gotten saliva on his nice shirt too, the idiot. Shadow huffed in mild irritation as he pulled it off, heading to his room to hide the damage. He would see if it was salvageable tomorrow.

If not, then it seemed that he would be insisting upon a suitable replacement from Sonic the moment that vampire scheduled his first feeding session.

~~~~~~~~~~

AN: I said it on my reblog of the original comic, but I’ll say it again here as well—if you liked this, then please check out Orion’s Fleetway and Shadow series! It’s very similar, very well-written, and much longer than this small piece.

[newtabfics]

here me out… astarion feeding on the reader WHILE they climax… (preferably fem!reader, but it’s up to you).

JFDkFSJLK EHEHEHEHEHEH

Triggers for blood drinking

"C'mon then. Don't hold back. There's my pup. So good," he moaned as her walls tightened around him. He bit his lip, groaning as he watched her back arch, hearing the rush in her veins. "Fuck, I want to taste you. Please. I want...If you're okay with it--"

"Yes," She whimpered, cheeks flushing as he smirked. "Stop teasing me already."

"You're just so fun to mess with," He hummed before kissing her. "My love...thank you."

Y/N let out a louder moan as his fangs sunk in, grateful he'd found an isolated spot away from the group. She couldn't help as she toppled over the edge, nails digging into his back to feel scars along his flesh.

"Fuck, Astarion!" She moaned, making him grunt as he gripped her hips tight, thrusting harder.

He whined when he pulled away, her blood trickling down his chin as he pumped her full. He knew he should've pulled away, pulled out, not filled her to the brim, but gods above.

Her taste.

her clenching walls.

He was a greedy bastard through and through as he continued to drive into her, pushing aside the load he just spilled into her to ready her for another.

"Can't stop," He mumbled into her ear. "Sorry, pup. I can't stop. You feel too damn amazing."

He was surprised when her lips pressed to his as tears trickled down her face. He snarled happily as he held her, careful not to grip too tightly as he slammed himself into her.

[mjfass]

Hangman drinking Swerve’s blood.

[thornsnvultures]

Vampire!Eddie massaging your back with his icy cold hands when your cramps are really bad. His firm touch works wonders, rubbing the tightness away as your hips rock back and forth over his face. His lips and jaw are coated in blood and slick, wet and messy as he pulls orgasm after orgasm from you. They help minimize the pain as well, your mind going blank, melting from the overwhelming pleasure his lips and tongue bring you. The delicious suction of his lips on your clit, his tongue lapping you up from the inside so he can drink you all the way down. The way his fangs graze your delicate lips, just scratching the surface of pain but he's so careful to not take more from you than you can give him. Your arms shake from the effort of holding yourself up as you cry out again and again. When you're spent and limp, laying in his arms, Eddie wipes his face clean and peppers your face with kisses. You can smell copper and the earthy, sweet scent of your cunt on his breath. "So beautiful, angel," he whispers, lips pressed to your forehead, his arms wrapped tight around you. "Thank you for the delicious feast." It should unsettle you, but you just feel safe, warm even surrounded by his cold, lifeless touch.

[forestcat000]

Targaryen's but their androgynous

Targaryen's but they have little spots of scales on certain parts of them

Targaryen's but with fangs

Targaryen's but they growl when they are pissed

Targaryen's but they grow extra sharp nails

Targaryen's but they think blood is delicious

Targaryen's but they love burnt meat

Targaryen's but they give love bites

Targaryen's but they also give hate bites (if it's a hate bite you're probably going to be missing a limb)

Targaryen's but they elaborately braided their hair

Targaryen's but they tie gems into their hair

Targaryen's but with traditional Valyrian piercings

Targaryen's but with traditional Valyrian makeup and markings

Targaryen's but one of their marriage traditions is to drink a cup of their spouses blood on their anniversary and on their wedding

Targaryen's are the opposite of tame and they deserve as many freaky customs and traits as possible.

[steddieunderdogfics]

I'd like to rec The Boy With Stars on His Skin!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62085337/chapters/158789761

The Boy With Stars on His Skin by LaLaCat1

Rating: Teen and Up

20,767 words, 2/4 chapters

Archive Warning: Chose Not to Use

Tags: Hurt Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson as Kas the Betrayer (Dungeons & Dragons), Idiots in Love, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Steve doesn't realize he has a crush as well, Eddie Munson Falls First but Steve Harrington Falls Harder, Don't need to know Monstrous, Non-Consensual Blood Drinking, Vampire Eddie Munson, Love Heals All Upside Down Related Issues, Protective Eddie Munson, Protective Steve Harrington, Eventual Consensual Blood Drinking

Summary:

During the final confrontation with Vecna, Steve and a not-so-undead-Eddie are stranded in an alternate reality where monsters roam free, Hawkins never existed, and Vecna's hive mind can't reach. But the Upside Down changed Eddie in ways he can't trust, ways that leave Steve injured and Eddie's self-control slipping. Now, they must decide whether to find a way back to their world, knowing Eddie will fall under Vecna's influence and die a second time, or to stay in this new world, where Steve is prey and, if a monster doesn't kill him first, Eddie's hunger will. Or: Eddie is a vampire, Steve is confused, and forced bonding time brings up feelings they don't quite know how to deal with.

Author's Note: You do not need any knowledge of the Monstrous Series to read this story

Thanks for the rec!

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[1-800-sinister]

(tw: dark!rhea, vampire!rhea, mentioning of y/n, y/n is a female, cheating, biting, blood) Y/N was smelling the flowers Dominik had gotten her for Valentine's Day. She smiled, but what she didn't notice was Rhea watching her from the shadows.  Rhea licked over her teeth as she watched Y/N smell the flowers. She smiled and she knew she had to come up with some plan to make her be with her.

Y/N walked into the locker room. She gasped when she was pushed against the wall. She noticed it was rhea. "rhea!?" Rhea smirked, "Hi, darling." "What are you doing?" Y/N spoke softly. "Oh, I'm coming to take what's mine." Rhea spoke darkly. 

"I'm with Dominik," Y/N shook her head. "Can he even fuck you, right, doll?" Rhea stared at Y/N and smirked when she stayed silent.  Rhea kisses Y/N. Y/N kisses back, then Rhea moves to her neck. She kisses Y/N's neck. She left some hickeys, then Rhea took Y/N by surprise when she bit her.  Y/N gasps as she feels rhea sucking her neck and licking up the blood. She pulls away some blood was on her mouth. She swiped her thumb on her lip, getting some blood. She then put her thumb on Y/N's bottom lip, pushing it into her mouth, making her suck. "See how good you taste, darling." Rhea smirked. Y/N nodded Rhea moved onto her knees, pushing up Y/N's skirt. Seeing she wasn't wearing any panties, she smirked and said, "Naughty little thing you are." She began to eat Y/N out." Y/N moaned out loudly, gripping Rhea's hair. "Fuck rhea." Rhea was eating Y/N out like it was her last meal. "God fuck." Y/N moaned, her thighs closing in around Rhea's head. Rhea went faster, moving her very skilled, pierced tongue around Y/N's clit. She shoved two fingers into Y/N, thrusting them  "RHEA!" Y/N shouted as she came. Rhea pulled away, her face glistening with Y/N's juices. "I have never been called god before; I could get used to that, and Jesus dollface is pretty sure the whole building could hear you." Rhea smirked Rhea stood up, wiping Y/N's juices off her face. "See you later, doll." she winked, opening the door and walking past a shocked dominik.

[onestepbackwards]

Love That Bites Pt. 9

Hiiii! Welcome to part 9 of my Dracula x Reader fic! I hope you enjoy this chapter, though I apologize if it feels kinda wonky. I finally got a new pc built during writing, and a bunch of other stuff has happened. It was hard to piece it all together with so much happening in my life. I hope you all enjoy it though! Just in time for Nocturne to release :D Summary: After arriving in Dracula's castle, you can't help but feel you are in a dream, though you certainly wish it was to avoid the awkward air. Meanwhile, Dracula contemplates his next moves. After all, he's sure he's bound to be the center of the world's gossip mill when they find out he's caring for a Belmont.

CW: Anxiety, references to bad home life, injuries mentioned, blood drinking

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Sorting his affairs turned out to be a much more annoying endeavor than Dracula originally intended.

Despite this, he wasn’t all too surprised.

For the past few centuries, despite being the King of the Night, he has had very little presence in paranormal societies.

Every time he had been revived since this cursed cycle began, he had barely been alive long before a Belmont or some other hero would come and battle him to the death.

Even if for all intents and purposes he was the King of Vampires, he has had little or no time to rule.

He absentmindedly swirled his glass, before taking another sip.

There were two probable scenarios because of this.

Vampire covens and supernatural communities were in chaos.

Or-

They were in various communities across the globe, staking territory. He doubted any of them would be happy he was back to rule.

No one liked their own power to be threatened, after all.

Even when he was actively King, vampire covens and paranormal communities weren’t always happy to serve him. Many just did for his power, or the safety he offered.

Some felt the call of power from him and Castlevania itself. Others are uniquely tied to him and his castle. Those ones he hardly had to worry about.

No, he had a feeling his return wouldn’t be as happily accepted outside his usual circles. Most would probably only lend him an ear since he was Death’s master, and Chaos’ champion.

Did not mean they would be cooperative or happy.

He let out an agitated sigh. No doubt being killed over and over made him appear weak. Dracula suspected many would be aiming for his throat and his throne.

Nevermind the fact he was almost always slain just after being revived, before his powers ever had a chance to settle.

And he was sure many underestimated the power of the Belmonts. He may have always just woken up around each battle, but each Belmont still had power beyond belief.

“What a nuisance.” He muttered, downing more blood.

While normally he would handle this himself, he couldn’t afford to sit idly and wait for such pathetic attempts on his life and power from want-to-be rulers.

Dracula had a guest this time. He had you.

Back when his precious Lisa had still been alive, he had been alive for several centuries at that point. Almost every underling knew she was off limits, lest they desire something more painful than death itself.

Even those he knew wanted his head knew better than to go for his wife.

Lisa had been left alone by his servants and other creatures of the night. Ironic how it was the humans that took her from him.

The gall and irony humans had to call him and his own monsters after that. Bah.

The glass in his hand cracked, and he looked at it in annoyance.

Banishing it, another drink was brought to him as he continued to think.

Things were different this time. At least back then, no one dared to lay a finger on his wife. But now?

He had no doubts a target would be on both his head, and the Little Belmont’s.

Dracula was sure word was already spreading across the castle, and no doubt would soon do so to other communities nearby.

‘The Dracula? Taking in another human?’

He can already imagine the gossip.

The scowl on his face darkened.

It would only be a matter of time before word reached across the globe.

He knew you could take care of yourself, sure. You had told him several stories of hunts you had when he had been imprisoned, usually involving the death of a beast hunting innocents.

However, there was no way in hell you would survive in your current state. Whatever had happened, had intended to either permanently harm, or to kill you.

Dracula’s free hand gripped his throne tight, and he felt the arm of it splinter slightly.

How you received those injuries was a whole different issue that he would have to investigate later on. An issue he planned on thoroughly going over.

So for now, you were under his official protection while you healed.

Unless of course, you decided to go against your word. Though, Dracula heavily doubted you would do so.

You really were different then those who came before you.

This would not be easy, but when had it ever been? He was just thankful you knew how to defend yourself, and had the means to do so.

Once word got out, and you were healed, he also had suspicions you would be hunted. Either as a Belmont, Dracula’s human, or a ‘traitor’.

He may not have been privy to any sort of personal information regarding hunters and their circles, but he knew back a few centuries ago, helping out a ‘monster’ was a death sentence. It did not matter if they didn’t wish to harm humans, simply helping a beast was an act against god and humanity itself.

Hunters and the church considered such a person no better than the very beasts they hunted at that point.

Dracula doubted that sentiment was completely gone, even now in more modern times.

Reaching up, Dracula pinched the bridge of his nose in thought.

He had someone making potions for you at least. Hopefully you wouldn’t be badly injured for too long.

After that, he wondered if you would be opposed to staying here at his castle? You didn’t seem disgusted by it, nor did the castle seem to try and push you away like it did other intruders.

Those who were not welcome usually felt such pushes on their mind and body. Only the strong willed could push onwards past it.

Even his castle seemed to see you as a guest.

The castle bent to his will, sure, but it was still a being of Chaos. This small revelation also intrigued him, how such a being seemed not to mind your presence.

Perhaps it was that it also didn’t consider you a threat? It was obvious you currently had no intentions to fight him.

Dracula’s eyes narrowed, a presence pulling him out of his thoughts.

The room grew darker, and a familiar figure rose from the shadows. It flew around his throne, before giving a bow in front of him.

“Good to see you back, Master.”

Death.

Dracula looked over the divine being that had worked under him for centuries. His second in command, his devout lieutenant.

Dracula gave the being a brief nod of acknowledgment, and Death rose.

Even after all the deaths Dracula had endured, Death itself still remained loyal after all these years. He supposed he should count it as a blessing now.

“Report?” Dracula then idly asked, drinking from his glass.

“Things are running smoothly. Everyone is settling in quickly, as usual my lord.”

Dracula hummed.

“Good. Good.” He mumbled, mind still partially elsewhere.

A moment passed, and Death gripped his scythe.

“Master, if I may be so bold…”

Dracula held back a sigh, already having an inkling to what he was going to say.

“Do you think it is wise to have a hunter, let alone a Belmont residing in the castle?”

There it was. He knew his subordinates would be asking sooner or later. He wasn’t particularly surprised Death was the first to make an inquiry.

“They pose no threat. This Belmont is… different from the others. I would like to speak with them properly about our standing with one another as soon as they are recovered.”

He then looked Death in the face.

“They are not to be harmed while under my care. Do I make myself clear?”

Death studied him for a moment, probably wondering if he had a few screws loose, before nodding his head.

“As you wish, milord.”

Death was silent, and a beat passed. Dracula hoped his warning managed to sink into the other entity’s skull.

He was no stranger to the fact Death was his most avid supporter. Although Death had always followed his orders, the entity didn’t shy away from making its own decisions if he felt it was best for his master.

Staying within Dracula’s orders, but bending the rules just enough to do his own thing if he could get away with it.

Typically Dracula didn’t mind. Death was his most trusted lieutenant for a reason.

However, he couldn’t help but feel Death may try and get around this one rule if it felt it was best.

As much as he hated it, he would have to keep an eye on all his close subordinates.

Dracula tried not to focus on the growing migraine building in his head.

“Now, what of the vampire covens across the earth?”

Death gave him a subtle crooked grin, and Dracula had a sinking feeling he would need another drink before returning to see you.

—

Dracula’s castle was far more pleasant than you would like to admit.

Your brain was in and out of a fog, but even then you could appreciate just how nice the guest room and washroom alone were.

You almost felt like royalty with how classy and intricate the rooms were, and how they had convenient modern touches.

Never had you stayed somewhere so elaborate and fancy. All the hotels you have been in couldn’t even come close to compare.

Even now as you laid in the giant bed with its soft, velvet sheets, you couldn’t help but be amazed.

Kinda ironic, the home of your ‘enemy’ was way better than any place you had ever stayed at.

Besides maybe your own home before your step family took over, you supposed, though that was a long time ago.

Slowly rolling onto your back, you winced as your wounds flared and your stomach churned. You continued to admire your setting.

The bed had a beautiful silk canopy around it, and you still couldn’t help but be enamored by it.

Or by it all, really. Even if it was a bit overwhelming.

…Just how long has it been?

You had been in and out of sleep, occasionally slipping into a doze before startling awake. The time was lost to you.

In retrospect, you couldn’t help it. Your instincts were going haywire from… well, everything.

The bed and sheets were nice at least. Almost too nice.

You were used to your old sheets, or stiff bed sheets you’d find in cheap hotels.

Not soft satin sheets and pillows that were as fluffy as a cloud.

There was also the glaring fact you were in monster territory. Despite how nice the decor was, it was something on the back of your mind also keeping you up.

Yes, Dracula said you were a guest, but it was hard to lower your guard when you knew just outside the door were monsters roaming up and down the halls. That this whole castle was filled to the brim with the paranormal and monster kind.

You were also a hunter, and a notorious one from a notorious family at that.

It wasn’t hard to imagine some monsters may go ahead and take a shot at you, regardless of Dracula’s orders.

To some, it may be worth it to suffer Dracula’s wrath or ire if it meant eradicating you from existence. It wasn’t exactly a secret that a lot of the paranormal hated you.

You carefully laid on your side, and looked out the window.

A small comfort. Originally, the window had been covered by thick curtains. However, you had pulled them aside to attempt to relieve your anxiety.

The clouds were dark. You couldn’t tell if it was night or day at this point. Perhaps that was the point.

But you were so tired. Exhausted.

You really couldn’t even sleep if you wanted to, knowing Dracula, or at least a servant, would be bringing you a meal sometime soon.

The hunter in your soul didn’t wish to be taken off guard, even if it was to be fed.

A small part of you wondered if you should even eat. Your instincts whispered in your mind about poisons, warning you of incoming death.

But that was ridiculous. Imagine it, you, a hunter, dying from poison.

No, if Dracula wanted you dead, he would have killed you by now. By his own hand no less, you were sure.

Still, that didn’t stop your instincts from making things difficult.

You curled in on yourself a bit tighter, wincing when some of the stitches tugged. Reluctantly, you adjusted to keep them from stretching.

You reached over, and grabbed the nearby pillow, and hugged it close to your body for some comfort.

It smelled nice.

That was another issue. You were so sleep deprived and struggling with blood loss, your brain liked to bring up such things, no matter how much you were trying to shut them out.

Gripping the pillow tighter, you felt your face form into a sour look.

“What am I going to do…” You mumbled, closing your eyes again.

At least if you didn’t sleep, lying here would be some rest. Better than none.

Though you hated to admit how much you jumped when you heard a brief, but loud knocking against the door. Talk about acting like a cat in a room full of rocking chairs…

You sat up in bed with a wince, and you noticed that no one seemed to enter. Another knock followed the previous one. Your heart pounded in your chest.

“Uh… Come in…?” you called out, uncertain. Were they waiting to see if you were awake, or what?

The doorknob slowly turned, and you felt like the breath was punched out of you when Dracula stepped through.

Right. He had mentioned he would return.

He looked different though. Better, if you had to put a word to it. He wasn’t particularly disheveled to begin with, but now he didn’t look as… Hungry? Irritated? It was hard to figure out the words.

The Lord of the Night had also changed. Similar style, dark cloak and all, though he had on a vest with a dark red dress shirt underneath, and some sort of fancy slacks.

You imagined you probably would have wanted to change too if you had been wearing the same clothes as a stone statue for however many years.

But seeing Dracula again? You hated to admit how he practically took your breath away.

His power and presence were just as intimidating as before, and he wasn’t even angry. How did your ancestors handle him before, when he felt this powerful without seemingly intending to harm you?

Dracula looked you over briefly as he walked into the room, shutting the door behind him. Even if there were no traces of malice on his face, a shiver still ran down your spine, instincts still screaming to run or fight.

You swallowed your nerves down as he walked closer.

He stopped at the side of your bed, and once again, you had to crane your neck just to see him at his full height.

That is, until with the wave of his hand, a chair nearby in the room came scooting forward. It came to a stop behind him, and he sat down without a glance.

Internally, you hoped your awe wasn’t blatantly on your face.

When he sat, he crossed his legs, before holding a tray with some sort of bowl on it. He held it forward, and you blinked at it slowly.

“I hope you are resting well, Little Belmont. I had some servants make you some soup. I fear eating solids may upset your stomach, which would aggravate your injuries if you were to grow sick.” He spoke, his voice low and deep. Even if he wasn’t loud, his voice still seemed to vibrate in your chest.

It took his words a few moments to register, and you looked between him, and the tray. He took in your expression for a moment, before speaking once more.

“If you fear it has been tampered with, I assure you my servants-”

“Oh, no… It’s fine. Sorry, I’m…” You spoke, cutting him off, ignoring how your pulse spiked when you realized you did so.

“S-Sorry… My head is a bit foggy, is all…” You then explained, before shakily reaching for the tray.

Dracula was quick, or perhaps, your brain really was slow. He held out a hand, and quite gently might you add, set the tray down on your lap.

“Of course. You must not exert yourself, and you must eat. I do not know how long it has been since you last ate, but you need something in your stomach.”

As if hearing the conversation, your stomach loudly growled, and you felt your face flush in embarrassment. When was the last time you ate? This morning? Night before last? You couldn’t exactly remember…

It was brief, but you swore you could have seen Dracula’s lips twitch upward seeing you grow flustered. It must have been your foggy mind and imagination. Or not, he could be internally laughing at you. Who knows?

Meanwhile, Dracula knew he had been right to bring you soup. He just hoped you could hold it down.

Though he didn’t want to admit how… endearing it was seeing you grow flustered like that. For a Belmont, you were quite the adorable human.

He would never admit it of course, but hell save him if Death ever found out he had such thoughts. Dracula would never hear the end of it.

Especially considering such thoughts were about a Belmont. Someone he should be wasting no time slaying.

But he wouldn’t.

He couldn’t.

There was something so different about you, even now, as he watched you pick up the spoon and attempt to eat.

You didn’t stare at him with burning hate in your eyes, but curiosity. There was a sharp mind behind those eyes that asked questions. Someone who didn’t just jump to conclusions.

Was it so wrong he wanted to see more of that, especially in the family of his enemies, who had blindly ran and fought? Killing innocents of his kind?

He was no saint, far from it. But he knew of many others the Belmont clan had killed.

But you… You were so different. He didn’t wish to say it outloud, but he wished to push forward that way of thinking. Perhaps he could even find a middle ground with you.

You weren’t just some ‘scary hunter’. The Little Belmont in front of him showed so much more, showing the better qualities of humanity.

His face almost soured at the thought, but even he could admit every one in a million, perhaps one good human was born. You seemed to be that one in a million exception so far.

Just like Lisa had been.

He decided not to think too much on what that could mean, though he hoped it promised good things in the near future.

It was quiet for a while, and Dracula couldn’t help but study you as you ate. First and foremost, it was to watch and make sure your body could handle it.

But he had his own selfish reasons for doing so.

He could move again. React to you. Speak to you. Touch you.

However, he found it hard to speak. There were many things he wanted to talk about with you, and half of them he intended on waiting until you were a little bit healthier.

Anything he thought of before now though, was suddenly caught on his tongue as he observed.

Perhaps it would be better this way. Dracula prided himself on being charismatic and influential, but that was amongst the supernatural. This was a Belmont, and he knew things were… shaky at best.

However, as he watched you try and consume more of the soup, he found himself managing to say something.

“Are you feeling alright? Adjusting well?”

Briefly, you tensed when he spoke, before you seemed to force yourself to relax. He made a mental note of that reaction, wondering if it was because of him, or if it was a natural response.

Dracula could understand it if it was from him, given the circumstances, but even he could tell there was something off about it. He didn’t like the feeling settling in his gut over the bigger picture.

“It hurts a lot, but I’ll live.” You spoke, your voice still rough, but sounding leagues better than before. For a moment, it looked as if you wanted to say more, but held your tongue.

Interesting.

You were still for a moment, struggling to look at him. No doubt you were still having trouble thinking clearly, and struggling with everything that had happened. Have you even slept?

He had his doubts you’ve even rested. You may not look as manic like before, but you looked completely exhausted.

For a moment, he briefly thought about using his abilities to make you sleep. It was something Lisa would request on occasion if she hadn’t felt well or couldn’t settle.

However, he stomped that idea down. The last thing you needed was him using his powers like that on you, unless explicitly agreed upon. Even though you were… receptive of him taking care of you at the moment, he didn’t want to shatter that small bit of trust.

Given that he had suspicions about your home life, he imagined just the small bit of trust you had given him at all was momentous. Dracula couldn’t afford to lose that. Not now.

Though Dracula hated the odd pain in his chest as he stared at you. He was worried. Something he didn’t think he would ever feel again.

“Thank you, by the way.”

His eyes were on your face in an instant as you spoke.

“I… You didn’t have to take care of me. I do appreciate it.” You spoke, your eyes still on the bowl in your lap.

Your voice was small, and quiet. Dracula could tell though, saying that must have taken strength.

You didn’t see his eyes soften ever so slightly.

“You are welcome. As my guest, I will do my best to make sure you are taken care of.”

Internally you wanted to scream. You hated how much you liked the sound of that. When was the last time anyone cared enough to take care of you? Your mother before she had died all those years ago?

It had been way too long, and it was Dracula who was seemingly wanting to take care of you.

Damn your foggy mind.

A few moments of silence passed.

“I… Um…” You began, unsure on how to word this.

“About when you were a statue…”

You had so many questions, but didn’t know where to begin. Was it even a good idea to ask in the state you were in?

“You could hear and see everything, right?” you asked tentatively.

Dracula was silent for a moment, red eyes staring into you. It seemed he was contemplating what to say, and you tried not to get nervous as the seconds awkwardly ticked onward.

“Indeed I was. I was aware the moment you stepped foot in my castle the first time, though I was not aware it was a Belmont, not at first.”

His voice was still like velvet. No wonder vampires were such good hunters if they could talk like him.

You really needed to force yourself to sleep. Maybe if you smacked your head hard enough on the table, you could knock yourself out before you did or thought anything weirder.

Clenching your fist, you attempted to figure out what to say next.

“Um…”

Internally you cursed yourself for making this awkward. Why did you have to bring this up?

“Then… What now?” You asked, trying to find some semblance of what comes next. Just because he was taking care of you didn’t make everything all happy and cheery.

You couldn’t wash away centuries of history and bloodshed out of nowhere.

Dracula shifted, then reached over to the bedside table, and grabbed a glass of water. You looked at it confused.

When had he brought that in?

Before you could ask, he was gently holding it out to you.

“We can discuss that after you have rested. We have much to go over, but worrying about that and discussing it while you are injured won’t help your healing.”

He looked away a moment, as if contemplating what to say, before his eyes met your own once again.

“You have gained my interest and respect, enough to hear you out and discuss everything. When you are in a state to do so, of course.”

A part of you opened your mouth to speak, as if to say you could do it now, but you froze. Your eyes landed on the glass he still held out.

After a moment, you closed your mouth, and took the glass.

In that moment, you couldn’t help but feel like some sort of agreement or contract was formed, as if your fate was sealed.

As you sipped the refreshing water though, and looked over at Dracula himself, who seemed pleased you accepted the drink…

…You wondered if this would really be that bad?

Perhaps your future wouldn’t be as bleak as you thought.

[drowninginships]

Shepard wincing at the bite of sharp teeth into the thin skin of his wrist.

Shepard watching in fascination (and to distract himself from the pain) as long fangs pierce his tender flesh and begin to drink.

Shepard relaxing as the venom begins to his his bloodstream, allowing his vampire to coax him into a more accessible position.

Shepard high on vampire venom as he's drained of his most precious life-force.

Shepard giggling and flirting with his vampire as he drinks, cheeks flushed and heart racing as his body works overtime to compensate.

Shepard sighing in pleasure when those fangs slip out and a warm tongue soothes the wound.

Shepard letting his vampire coddle and placate him while he rides through the hazy afterglow of venom leaving his system.

[spacedreamon]

this miiiiight be for a more niche audience but would you be able to do "this vampire prefers arterial blood" / "this vampire prefers venous blood" (me and a friend have debates on this CONSTANTLY but i think both sides deserve representation!). a darker theme would be nice, i have light/bright sensitive migraines!

[gay-space-creature]

Dorian, stop chomping on your boyfriend.

He needs his blood.

You're not even a vampire!

[newtabfics]

*cough cough* vampire tartaglia that would rail you and bite you and use mind control on you to make you overstim on his cock *COUGH COUHG*

I AM VERY NORMAL RIGHT NOW

Triggers for Tartaglia just being an absolute menace but also blood drinking and mind control?

he smirked as she rocked her hips, riding him at a steady pace. her eyes glowed a bright blue in the darkness, a sign of his strange powers working wonders over her body. Her moan as she lulled her head back, flaunting her neck, was his only clue she was vividly aware of her body's movements.

"Look at you," he hummed, gripping her hair hard. The moan that slipped from her only provoked him as he said, "Under my spell and you still act out. you tease far too much."

Y/N yelped when he pinned her to the wall, driving his cock quickly into her. her wails of pleasure made him laugh. "If you're going to act like a brat, then I will treat you like one."

Y/N's eyes trailed to his hand as he pressed his fingers together and snapped. Her body reacted to his spell, quickly toppling her over the edge with little regard for how near she was. Her body went to his will quickly as he laughed almost mockingly.

The vampire's teeth sank into her neck, relishing in the rich taste of her euphoric blood as it pumped happily into his mouth. He pulled away as his fingers deftly rubbed at her clit until she was a sobbing mess.

"My little pet," He groaned. "Let me hear your sweet cries."

[gayfraggle]

BOOM Marvel/X-men oc >:3

[TW MENTIONS OF PAST SELF-HARM AND BLOOD]

Their name is Dian, and they're a student at Xavier's <3

More info and silly shit about them under cut

Trying to learn Polish for fun

Bro loves cookie cake

Listens to Vocaloid/Utau music (mainly KIKUO, MARETU, and Ghost & Pals), Oingo Boingo, Tom Lehrer, and the lsoh movie soundtrack

Favorite (non-horror) movie is The Rocky Horror Picture Show, but their favorite musical is Little Shop Of Horrors

Favorite horror movie is Scream

Made little plushies for the x-men (and Xavier) as gifts one year

Loves singing (IN PRIVATE) and drawing :3

[jumpywhumpywriter]

Beautiful Blood -- Sadistic Vampire Whumper Keeping Human Pets part 23

TW: decapitation, intense fighting, violence, blood drinking, intimate vampire whump, death, forced servitude, sadistic vampire master

I'm on a roll here, two new sections in one day!! Hope everyone loves it! 😁

Two weeks passed, and Lily called on Asher more and more frequently. Asher was grateful for his speedy healing abilities; the pain of fangs in his neck always faded fast afterward.

And Lily always kept her promise -- she was never too rough, highly aware of her own supernatural strength, and she always handled Asher like he was made of glass, gentle and kind. It had gotten to the point where fear was nonexistent in Asher, he almost viewed Lily as a friend, of sorts. Even if Lily did depend on his blood for survival. Occasionally Callum would be invited to feeding sessions, and Lily would take blood from both of them. Asher silently wondered if she'd done that to make him feel more at ease around her, by allowing Callum to join, since he knew him better.

But one day was different. Asher came to Lily's mansion like usual, and was led to the bedroom where the feedings always took place, when Lily suddenly stiffened, her head snapping toward the door as her body went rigid with alarm.

"What is it?" Asher asked anxiously.

Lily didn't answer, tilting her head to the side, her eyes going distant with concentration, like she heard something no one else could.

"No way... There's no possible way..." Her voice was barely above a disbelieving whisper. "MORGAN!" She suddenly shouted. Her voice was filled with an uncharacteristic urgency Asher had never heard from her before.

It was barely ten seconds before Morgan was skidding into the bedroom, concern lighting up her features. She didn't even get to ask questions before Lily was barking at her.

"Find Callum, and get him here now! We're about to have some uninvited guests!" Lily shrilled. There was no hesitation from Morgan as she thundered out of the room, trusting Lily's intuition.

Lily spun to face Asher, and for the first time he had ever seen, there was a flicker of genuine fear deep in her silver eyes, and it shook him to the core. If she was scared, he knew he should be terrified.

"Asher, you need to listen very carefully to me." Lily's voice dropped low, filled with the same urgency from before. "It's Nyx. She's here. I can hear her walking up to the front doors right now, and she's not alone. A fight is inevitable, and no place for a human." Asher's blood froze in his veins, his heart plummeting all the way to his feet. He couldn't breathe.

Nyx. Nyx was here. She'd found him.

His mind was reeling when Morgan came charging into the bedroom, loyally carrying a confused and squirming Callum over her broad shoulder that she dropped into a clumsy heap on the floor. Callum picked himself up and brushed himself off. "What is the meaning of this?!" He cried indignantly. A moment of silence, of reading the room, and he picked up the gravity of what was going on. "...Something terrible is happening, isn't it?"

Lily nodded gravely. "Yes. You and Asher need to get out of here, you have to run, find somewhere to hide in the city. I'll catch up and find you both later when it's safe to. I'm hoping there's a sliver of a chance I can convince Nyx to leave if she thinks I don't have you two in my possession. I can make the excuse that you both escaped and ran far away to a different town. It's probably not going to fool her, but it could buy you time before--"

"Long time no see." Every head whipped toward the bedroom door in unison to see a tall cloaked figure standing there. The man pulled his hood down, revealing raven-black hair and telltale quicksilver eyes, a vampire confirmed a heartbeat later when he smiled, revealing fangs. Lily stepped in front of Asher and Callum, and Morgan fell into line beside her, bristling apprehensively.

The newcomer's eyes flicked between the two servants standing behind them, cold interest in his expression. "So these are the two slaves Nyx had me tracking down," he said with a dark chuckle. "Doesn't look like much." He slunk closer, but halted when Morgan growled in warning. He tilted his head, studying her critically, sizing her up. "And you must be the werewolf Nyx warned me about. Pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Morgan's lip curled, baring her teeth threateningly, fists clenching at her sides. Then the stranger's attention shifted to Lily. "Lily. It's certainly been awhile. I see you've taken well to immortality. You've put my gift to good use."

"Augustine," Lily acknowledged dryly. "I thought I'd never see your face again."

Asher didn't think he could be any more surprised, and yet now he was shocked with the realization that this man had to be the vampire that turned Lily. But then... did Nyx know he'd betrayed her by letting Lily kill her friend? By turning her into a vampire? He didn't have time to ponder it when another shadow appeared in the doorway, this one terrifyingly familiar. The shock of fiery orange hair was unmistakable, and Asher instinctively jerked a step back.

"Asher, how nice to see you again," Nyx drawled with a cruel smile. "And the same to you, Callum. Looks like Lily has been taking wonderful care of you."

Asher noticed for the first time the daggers sheathed at Augustine's belt, the confidence with which he stood, and he realized that this was a fighter, someone who had been in many fights before. Someone with experience. This was bad.

"I don't suppose you will give my servants back willingly?" Nyx asked sarcastically. Lily shook her head stiffly, and the other vampire rolled her eyes in annoyance. "Very well, have it your way then. It's your life you're throwing away. And for humans, none the less. Disgusting."

Lily narrowed her eyes. "Asher, Callum, there's a hidden door in the closet to your left that leads straight through the mansion and outside. Get out while you can." Her voice was scarily calm.

And then chaos exploded. Nyx and Augustine shot forward with supernatural speed, and Morgan and Lily lunged forward to meet them, Morgan surging into her full werewolf form with a snarl to take on Augustine while Lily tackled Nyx.

"Come on!" We have to go!" Callum shouted, and grabbed Asher's arm, pulling him toward the closet.

"We can't just leave them!" Asher argued. "We owe Lily our lives!"

"And she told us to run, so that's not on you," Callum tossed over his shoulder. Then he tripped and fell with a cry of pain, and Asher's eyes flicked to a small throwing knife embedded in his calf. A shadow fell over them, and Asher turned to find himself face-to-face with Augustine. The vampire was wild-eyed with adrenaline, feral and crazed. He reached out to Asher to grab him, when he suddenly howled in agony, claws punching through the back of his thigh in a spray of blood, and Morgan's beastial form came into view as she tore Augustine away from him with a snarl.

Asher watched in horror as Augustine twisted himself around and punched her square in the snout with a concussive amount of force and a sickening crunch, earning a sharp yelp. He used the opening to grab the werewolf by the throat and hurl her bodily through the air at a wall as though she weighed nothing, and she hit it with a cry cut short before crumpling to the floor, motionless. Then he whipped around and darted to Callum before Asher could react, lifting him up as he struggled -- and drove a blade into his gut.

"NO!" Asher screamed. Time seemed to stop. He watched as Augustine dropped Callum to the floor, rushing over to help Nyx, who was being pinned by Lily against the wall. The two vampires ganged up on her, flipping the tables and wrestling Lily to the floor as she shouted and screamed. Nyx got her hands on either side of Lily's head, about to snap her neck and rip her head off. No.

Asher's heartbeat pounded in his head as he crouched down and pulled the throwing knife from Callum's calf, wincing at the groan it elicited from his friend.

And then, he did something terribly stupid, but wickedly brave -- he cut his arm open, letting the blood flow. Only a second passed before both Augustine and Nyx's attention snapped to him at the smell. Blood was a distraction Asher hoped would give Lily a fighting chance. And it did.

Lily cried out and swung a leg up, slamming it into Nyx's side and throwing the vampire off her before she wrenched herself from Augustine's grip, facing off against him.

But while she occupied herself with Augustine, Nyx sprinted over to Asher. Asher didn't have time to run, or even scream, before his old master attacked, slamming him to the floor. His head hit it with a nauseating crack, and stars of pain exploded behind his eyes. He stared up into Nyx's eyes, and saw nothing but darkness and death in her hungry face. She was too desperate, too lost in the depth of her craving. She wasn't in control anymore.

And in that moment, Asher knew he was going to die.

Nyx jerked his head to the side in one sharp movement -- and sank her fangs into his neck, deeper and harder than ever before. The agony was so intense Asher nearly blacked out. He opened his mouth to wail, but no sound came out.

The world was spinning, the sounds of Lily fighting with Augustine fading away in the background. His focus narrowed to the feeling of his own life slipping away. But then, a flash of black fur, and Nyx's head disappeared in between two giant jaws that snapped shut and ripped her away, and Asher was pretty sure a chunk of him went with her as teeth tore free. He numbly watched Morgan shake her head viciously, separating head from body in a gorey spray of vampire blood.

Asher's thoughts were getting hazy. He should be healing fast because of his rapid regenerative ability... right? Why was he still growing weaker?

Air displaced next to him as someone dropped down at his side.

"Asher?" Lily's voice. But it sounded... so far... away…

"The artery's completely severed... he's bleeding too fast..." Asher felt a hand press against the gaping wound in his neck, and a low moan of pain slipped out.

"Hold on, human... I'm right here... oh man that is a lot of blood..."

Asher couldn't agree more. He couldn't see the blood, but he could feel it spurting from his neck with every heartbeat, pooling under him and soaking into his shirt, drenching it. His vision was rapidly darkening, his head filled with a buzzing static as the world slipped further and further away.

"Asher, hang on a little longer... You're going to be okay..." He could barely hear Lily's voice anymore. He was distantly aware of a spiking pain in his wrist, followed by a more intense agony that spread quickly through his veins, setting every nerve on fire. He let out a gurgling cry, before the waiting darkness rushed in, and claimed his mind. And he knew nothing more.

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[bluu3berry]

Story?,, vent ish

I was messing with my skull (hair) for fun ..

But I felt something loose so I pulled on it a bit..

Before a took out of a big chunk of my skull..

The fact it didn't hurt scared me more then what was on it...

Blood and lice... a lot of eggs to. I hate showering due to me not having hot water, and are faucets not working.

But I was too scared to tell my parents so

I just put it back in and ignored it.

I know it sounds bad, but it's better for my mental health to hide the fact I have them from my parents. All they would do is .

Belittle me, and yell at me for not taking care of myself.. not my fault everyday feels like a fucking dream

Worst part is, I'm going back to school in a week. I'm relying on the winter for the live to die and fully go away

[lynnchardart]

he a vampir, quick piece before I crash for the night