#vamp au shi

[valentine-cafe]

Oh my god i just read about Shī, the manic moon and i love him?? Like genuinely love his character and story and everything aaaaaaa

Can you do something with him?🥺 I don't even know what i just wanna ask for comfort for him actually and generally content for him, pretty please🙏

Also advise on how to write characters would be heavily appreciated. Like, how did you come up with him? Thanks in advance, mo worries if you don't hav ethe time for this ask! Muah!

˖⁺. ﹙ vampire king  x gn reader. ﹚ .𖹭 ݁

. . . bloody hands, warm heart !! 🍒 :  vampire  ˖ former human character﹙ vamp au shī. ﹚

he's lost control again. he doesn't want you near him. but you know your lover - and know his pure heart. all he needs is a little comfort 

  𖹭. ps : so glad you like him! as to help with character creation - we get inspo from things such as music or art. start with a concept, trope or story that we want to tell and then work from there! @/literaryvein-reblogs has some beautiful templates and tips for in-depth character making!

as for shi himself, we took some inspo from castlevania’s lisa with a bit of our own spin - him and muchen have a story somewhat similar to vlad and lisa there <3 i’ve always wanted to write about the conflict of a human-turned-vampire who sees how those around them act and cannot accept that it is simply their ‘nature’

“you are beautiful.”

“speak no lies to me, beloved.”

a frown settles over your lips at his words. the sound of water splashing and swishing in the bucket that he vigorously washes his hands within spills through the room. drowning out the thick silence that settled between the both of you.

willing your muscles, you push yourself closer to him. delicately placing your hands upon his back and leaning your head against it as well. “my tongue knows no lies.” you murmur. his breath hitches.

the silence drones on. his wet hands halting. the droplets of water stained red with his recent hunt slip down his long, trembling fingers.

with a tender touch, you turn him to face you. his long white hair curtains your face. so that it is just you and him. with hands that know no judgement you press them to his face. thumbs slowly circling along his cheekbones.

“perhaps it is you that should not speak lies to that stunning mind of yours.”

a drop hits your face. slides down your cheek. your own tears join the cascade. the vampire collapses into your arms with a shake in his shoulder — and you so readily catch him. shushing him. easing him.

“I-I am so sorry - I try -”

“sshh, sshh - it is alright. my darling.”

your hand ventures into his hair. fixing tangled strands from the roaring wind outside. before it guides his head to your chest, so that he might hear another heart other than his slow-beating one. listen, soothe.

“you have struggled. yet you try. please, do not say what I know you will.”

I am a monster. those words always squeezed your heart. so as you held him within your arms and led him back to the bedchamber. you are sure to give him only the love he deserves. until he drifts off to the sound of your beautiful melody.

[headmate-gambling]

This blog specializes in alter packs, pk templates, the occasional sp temp, and banners / pfps! This blog will have a heavy focus on alter packs, though!

My leveling system will consist of:

"Placing bets on red." - A basic alter pack, consisting of the normal section of the template.

"Placing bets on black." - A banner or profile picture of your choice, decorated by me!

"Half on red, half on black." - A medium length alter pack, including a pfp.

"All in on red!" - A maximum length alter pack! Will include some extra things depending on my inspiration / creativity for the request.

"All in on black!" - A medium length alter pack, with both a banner and a pfp!

"Deal me in." - A sp or pk template, long templates may take a while. Please keep this in mind when asking for length.

"Dealers choice!" - Creator's choice of an alter pack, will include a banner and pfp by default.

（⭒ ˘ ˘） the crimson dealer has dealt your hand. Let's see..

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（⭒ ˘ ˘） Half red and half black? Interesting choice..

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（⭒ ˘ ˘） Ah, all in on red? Very well then..

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If you couldn't already tell, I am a c! Quackity (dsmp) & Vincent (Dead plate) mixtive. Though, I stem mainly from a personal au rather than anything else. Perhaps one day I'll make a personal blog, perhaps not. I prefer to be called The Crimson Dealer or The Gambling Vampiress. I use all pronouns, including vamp/vamps, rot/rots, and shi/him.

Ahem. I refuse to do anything N@zi related. That's about it. All sources are welcome, though I am most knowledgeable about Hannibal, DSMP, Some Lifesteal, a good chunk of horror games, Last Life, Double Life, and Secret life. I will do research on any sources I am unfamiliar with.

[shisei11]

if you're a fic writer and you worry your plot points/tropes/premise are overdone or explored to death, this is a sign to write it anyway!!

even if an AU concept is very common and has popular fics in your fandom already, write it anyways.

even if you already wrote a similar fic before, write it anyways.

every fic is unique in their own ways. the way you convey the characters, what you decide to focus on, how you interpret canon events or what original concept you bring to the table

but even on top of all that

i can guarantee you that the idea you have is probably someone's comfort topic. there's probably dozens and dozens of people who love reading that specific concept/idea. people don't mind eating the same food if it's their favorite recipe.

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Scars That Remind - Part 3

They’re still teens but inching forward in the timeline of this AU!

Darlin meets Quinn when they’re 17 and it goes just about as terribly as you’d imagine. Gabe has to pick them up. 

posting here as well as on ao3.

tags: Quinn. Mother fuckin’ Quinn.

Scars That Remind - Part 3

They thought they were in love for the first time in their life at seventeen.

They were very wrong but they didn’t know that then.

He didn’t know they were a total misfit in their pack—he didn’t even know their pack. He didn’t know their parents had left them behind. He didn’t know anything about them.

But he was looking at them. He was smiling at them. And when the light glinted off his fangs, Darlin smiled back.

They snuck out at night to hang out with Quinn for months, convincing themself it was good and never letting themself think about why they hid it from David and Gabe.

Sometimes it went bad. Sometimes Quinn was an asshole and Darlin fought with him. Sometimes it didn’t end at words, but that was normal right? That was how their parents had been. Quinn said Darlin was the sort of person that pissed people off, and they couldn’t really argue that.

They didn’t break up because of the fights, the fists, or the teeth.

They broke up because one night Quinn and some of his friends went off about the Shaws.

Darlin had liked being around people who hadn’t known who they were until that moment. Suddenly, by sitting quietly under his arm while he talked shit about their pack, Darlin felt like a traitor. Worse, a cowardly traitor.

“Have you seen David though? He’s big,” one vamp remarked.

Quinn snorted, boots on the coffee table. “So? He’s a fucking boy scout. Big might look scary, but that bitch has got no bite.”

No bite.

David Shaw?

Darlin laughed, loud and mocking, having to lean forward and wipe tears from their eyes.

Quinn shifted sideways to glare at them, surprise glinting in his eyes and his cigarette burning down unnoticed. “What are you—”

“You’re scared,” Darlin realized allowed. They might fight plenty and he might win every damn time, but that didn’t mean Darlin shied away. They were not a coward and, despite all evidence, they weren’t traitor to their pack either.

Darlin rolled to their feet and stretched, ignoring the feel of Quinn’s gaze. “Sit back down,” he ordered, voice like a razorblade.

Darlin looked down at him. They both knew they weren’t going to sit back down just because he told them to. They never did what they were told to do. “David Shaw is going to be alpha someday, and you’ll still be a loner talking big in a small crowd.”

The other two vampires in the club with them, sitting at their little table, went breathlessly quiet in a way only dead things could.

Quinn didn’t get up, not yet. “And what does that make you, Misfit? You’re nothing to anyone. You’re lucky I waste my time on you.”

Darlin dragged a breath. They should try to just leave, maybe he’d been just pissed enough to let them go—not quite so pissed that he’d stop them. Instead, they looked back at him, staring hard. There were plenty of times when they were afraid of Quinn, a few times when they liked him, and a couple times they’d thought they loved him. But this wasn’t any of those times. “I am nothing. I am a misfit. But I was still slumming it with you. If I ever hear you talking shit about my brother again, I’ll knock your teeth out.”

The words had jumped from their mouth without thinking, but they knew they meant them.

The two vamps across the table and anyone else eavesdropping on their conversation gawked.

Quinn moved so fast that Darlin didn’t see him get up.

His hand wrapped around their neck, body pushing them through the corner of the crowd until their back hit the wall. It was a split second, and the cigarette in his hand was crushing out against their cheek. Burning was new. Darlin wasn’t used to that. They growled and twisted, kneeing him hard in the inner thigh and shifted, their side shoving him back and their teeth snapping in his face—scraping against his jaw.

People in the club screamed. It was an empowered hang out but that didn’t mean they were comfortable with a brawl breaking out. It was a fast fight, the nature of all vampire fights, but Darlin wasn’t going to lose until they made him pay. It wasn’t the same as when it was just the two of them—this was about pack honor and Darlin wasn’t going down until he fucking killed them this time.

At one point he had them pinned to the ground. They shifted into human form, smaller than their wolf, to duck his hold and then shifted back, tackling him. Quinn screamed, Darlin’s teeth deep in his shoulder when they slammed him into a window that had been painted black. It shattered and they both spilled out onto the sidewalk. Darlin tumbled, shifting back to land on their feet, broken glass still skittering out around them.

Quinn hissed but didn’t get up, a large shard of glass in his face and another in his thigh. He glared up at Darlin, furious but also something else, surprised maybe? Darlin grinned down at him. “Remember what I said,” they panted, spitting blood from a busted lip. “I’ll take your teeth next time.”

Quinn bared those teeth in defiance. Department authority rushed up the street on either side of them.

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 Darlin didn’t start to freak out until midway through processing at the Department center when someone called Gabe. They tried to negotiate with the officers but they weren’t having it.

After the phone call, they uncuffed Darlin almost apologetically and had them take a seat.

It wasn't long before the door clapped open and the alpha of the Shaw pack walked in.

“Mr. Shaw, their was a window broken and the owner of the club—”

“Oh, I’ll be talking to the owner of the club,” Gabe said with a menacing smile. “I’d love to find out how my seventeen year old kid got in.”

Their heart leaped when he called them his kid, quickly stomped down in their chest when they reminded themself that he was just simplifying it for these people. How else would he say it? His dumbass orphan?

He spotted Darlin.

Darlin stood up. Shit. Shitshitshit. Instincts told them to run—run fast and fast and never fucking look back. But they tamped it down and bit the inside of their lip to keep from crying when he crossed the room to them, his eyes dragging over them with growing anger. How bad did they look? Okay, yeah, their lip had bled down their front and their shirt was all torn to shit and they probably had glass in their hair, not to mention that burn throbbing on their cheek.

“No one took them to a healer?” he demanded, outrage evident. Everyone winced.

“The vampire they were fighting with was worse off and—”

He was almost within arms reach of Darlin when those words hit him, his lip curling and his teeth growing. He twisted around to look at the Department officers. “You healed him first?”

“He was worse off—” they started again.

“He’s also a grown ass vampire fighting with a kid in a bar.”

“If you wait another twenty minutes or so—”

Gabe growled and they stopped talking. Darlin hated the small sound that bubbled up at the back of their throat. Gabe turned to look at them again. He’d heard it. Oh shit. He saw the tears in their eyes now too. Oh shit. That was weak. They’d caused all this trouble and made a scene and now they were about to start bawling in front the Department.

“Let’s go,” Gabe said, voice softer than they’d expected. He held out his arm but didn’t reach for them, just directing them toward the door. He stayed between them and the officers too, walking them outside. Darlin held their breath, trying so hard not to cry.

They made it outside at least, trying to fall steps behind Gabe so he could at least pretend not to notice. They pinched at the bridge of their nose, not caring how it tugged at the tight burn on their cheek. Pain in their skin was good, it distracted from the panic in their heart.

“Darlin,” Gabe said, voice so steady. He didn’t sound angry though.

His hand touched their shoulder, stopping their teary blind walk. They’d made it around the building to where his truck was parked in the lot. The street lamps were on even though the sun was getting a softer and softer blue as the sun neared the horizon somewhere through all the buildings. He plucked glass from their hair while they caught their breath and scrubbed the tears from their eyes, trying to get it together. They’d gotten themself into trouble, the least they could do was face it now.

His big calloused fingers touched their cheek so carefully, turning it to look at the burn. He winced a little, like it hurt him, but Darlin thought that had to be a trick of the light.

“I’m sorry,” Darlin got out, shaking but forcing their chin up. “I fucked up.”

Gabe sighed, turning their head from side to side looking for wounds. He swore under his breath and they realized he was looking at the bites, some older and mostly healed. Their shirt had ripped and wasn’t doing a great job of hiding them. “I think we both did, kid,” he said with a quiet growl. “He was…a friend of yours?”

Darlin winced, nodding with a shrug. “I thought he was. I was stupid.”

Gabe exhaled hard and to Darlin’s surprise he pulled them against his chest. He hugged them. “You’re not stupid. You’re young and you’re hurt. Thank god you’re also tough as nails. I was so fucking scared.”

Darlin leaned into him, at first so tense they felt like they’d snap, but he just hugged them. They could hear his heartbeat against their temple. Tears sprang up to their eyes anew and they didn’t understand why. They cried so hard they thought they’d die but he just held on, palming the back of their head and talking low, telling them it was okay.

The sun was up by the time they unraveled and got into the truck. Darlin dragged a deep breath, tired down to their bones now. He started the truck and pulled out of the lot. “So…I’m not in trouble?” they chanced.

Gabe laughed big. “Oh, you’re in so much trouble, kid. You’re basically grounded until you graduate and then maybe another year after that…”

Darlin bit back a smirk. They knew he was exaggerating but it also felt good. Being grounded meant they had someplace to be, right?

“But before that, we’re going to go wake up Marie and get rid of that,” he said, reached to the side to poke at their cheekbone, well above the actual cigarette burn.

Darlin shrugged. “Don’t bother. Scar’s a good reminder.”

Gabe stared for a second.

Darlin tensed. “What?”

He smiled and shook his head. “You’re just so much like David sometimes…”

If anyone else had said it, they would have told them to go fuck themselves, but coming from Gabe, Darlin blushed and looked out the window.

“We’re still going to Marie’s.”

Darlin looked up. “What? Why?”

Gabe glanced at their cheek, frowning again. But it looked more sad than angry. “You don’t need this reminder, kid. You’ve got enough.”

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New/revised/whatever- List of stuff

Egos (Marks/Jacks) that I have written for or at least actually have thought about HCS/other universes for:  (Just some brief rambles about them, please don't hesitate to ask about them :3)

  -Anti,   Two takes really, I like him soft, like him mean, hes just fun to write, plenty of different ways to spin why he acts out, what he is and all that. My current fav way to portray him is a missing piece of Seans soul, which means hes unstable as a ‘person’ (cough, not really a human but not, not human either.)  And how he has static filled blue eyes but usually hides them with the scary emerald green...

-Jameson,  I will always stand by this kinda universe i created with a friend aages ao that Shawn took away Jamesons voice when being puppeteered by an awful ink creature that shares his body.  Giving Jameson a lovely fear of knives, some scars, and some very damaged vocals..

-Crank, Oh my fucking boi, a near dead human spliced with a bunch of robot parts..human skin tangled with wires and a heart incased in metal..hes a right mess, a voice in his head that makes him feel all sorts of bad.. He tries his best..he cries oil,  I hardly get to write  him but I love him.

-Blank, another big fav oi, black hollow eyes..a tendency to faint... My Hc involves him having been in an accident that almost killed him, leaving him with a very rare heart condition. He also has an aura which..kinda ties into him having a few abilities and stuff. 

-Nes.. He started off as my own kinda Ethan ego, basically Ethan who was mistreated and really lost his marbles..hes great for the real twisted messed up kinda stuff, so dependant on others, a minor murderer, and has been eyed off by a certain ice cream driver for quite some time...

-Were eth,  Okay granted this was literally just kinda an idea that..Eth became a were wolf boi, fangs, tail, ears. Hes just a fun lil pupper

-Eden. Succubus Ethan basically, but well, he again kinda turned into his own thing separate from Ethan. He's got a tail and wings, and hes a lovely lithe thing. He doesnt dare do things without consent, just gets a bit touchy-feely when hes gone without any energy for too long. Very wide stunning saphire eyes. 

- Jackie  Oh my lad..Buff, trans, adorable, sweet. I always love tinkering around with how/what powers he has tbh..and like- I’ve always had the hc that his eyes are lilac?? or gold. Depending on things.. and he works either at a comic book store, a gym, or at the counter of a gas station. Gives the best hugs. Also I love AUS where hes a phoniex because of uhm?? Big fucking red wings??? YES.

-Hen, Getting his accent right is tough but other than that I love writing about the tired doctor living off coffee and ignoring himself in favor of others. 

-Chase The fucking best dad, sunshine lad. Running a vlogging channel and doing his best while combatting depression..I hc him to have chronic fatigue so he has to push himself extra hard. but He does well in trying to get better and look after himself and only slips up like any other helpless human. Very fun to write. 

- Robbie.   Sof.t zombie lad. Drown in a sweater. Stutters and is v quiet. Slow with speech. Struggles to see sometimes. Loves soft textures.Loves attention. Overall soft fucking lad.

-KOTS, To mean known as Simon. Actually v smart, big brain, very scattered n shy and nervous and squirrelish. Loves books n plants, loves nature. Red is his best colour. Warm sweaters and nuzzling and cuddling up. I always get torn between him being a hybrid of human/squirrel or just a lovely soft guy. 

-Yan ! My fem nb/trans gal! They’ll kick ass with their katana, have the hots for Bim, and looove Japanese culture and stuff. Very adorable. Loves pink. 10/10 love to write. 

-Technically I do have a muse for Mark, or..idea? I’m thinking about shoving it into my own oc/thing..but basically he got tortured n abused by Authy so hes not quite like the real life markimoo..just a nervous mess whose dealing with his traumas..

-Bing, Skater lad, yellow/orange eyes, sunflower vibes. Tries his best, clumsy as fuck, great for a laugh when hes not cowering under google. 

-Edward iplier,  Gah my doctor lad.. I have a hc that he Lost arm. In fire..or by dark n wilf.  He has heterochromia too!! One cho ceye one blue one. He is a fucking nerd (Minor adhd lets be honest) He fucking loves space and science and space/science related lights. He has a bat plus with spacey wings. He likes reading, likes being clean and is quite a quiet indulger in food which has left him with a big of a softer figure. Super gentle nature..nothing like the arrogant portrayal we got in some videos. 

-Angus   I love this man!!! Part Aussie, part irish, a whole lot of gruff old dad with a soft spot for nice people and animals, has his own big place, next to a large ass forest. Loads of scars. Loves boots and cameo coloured clothing. A lovely guy when you get past the rough edges. 

Aand onto all my ocs as of writing this (cause you name well know I be writing new ones like..all the time.) 

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OC’S (My original characters!)

-Jessy, Cowboy-   Choker with gold bell. Lil ears/horns. Spots. Shy but sweet. Hands and feet different colour to rest of skin. Kinda  fur ish feeling rather then just straight-up skin.  Pear shaped figure. Shy lad. Likes to take lots of naps, anxious easily but a big people pleaser too. 

-Ailan and Keros. Moth n butterfly boi.  (Literally just made up with a friend, just a random soft pair of lads tbh nothing too fleshed or spesh)

- Louie - Followed by a dark being/creature/spirit... Yet to determine what else about him, but hes got brown hair, pointed ears and looks lovely in green.

-Quinton  A Hybrid of Demon and Angel otherwise called a Guardian. Quirky, Pan as shit, great dress sense. Extremely calm. Can see auras. Lovely black feathered wings. Bright blue hair.  Kind smile. Works at a little coffee shop in his spare time.

-Ori  Very pure angel boy, previously owned and not very well treated by a god, came crashing down to earth with no memories but his wings intact. Some help him. 

-Lumi  Ghost boy! Died years ago under awful circumstances..now lingers around on earth, sometimes meeting humans who happen to be able to feel or see his presence, he has the ability to make himself solid for short periods of time. 

- Lucio Witchy..dragon soul something or other- Deaf.Paralyzed? In the arms??They might use alot of energy trying to hover around instead of having to use a chair..(I mean how many witches do you see with chairs??).. Although they could not have use of their arms instead, like..paralyzed from the shoulder down- they still have them but theyre effectively useless and easily sore.. (which might make magic really hard, cause theyd have to master it again without their hand gestures.)

- Eztli, Bit of a prick. Basically got cursed to have really weird blood that replished and rejuvinated too fast/too much by a witch he angered. So he turned the curse into a good thing and basically goes out offering himself as a human blood bag for vamps willing to pay in info, items, cash or uh..other services..  

- Gallio Photographer, has hypocalcemia. Haven't really done much else with him tbh.

-Aomi Warlock/witch in training. Downright awful at it. Young and lives in a nice lil cottage outside of the village he was abandoned in.

- Lucas A moonstone gem perma-fusion, he kinda has SPD/DID but he doesn't, cause..hes two gems that became one but not fully. Leaving him to be a bit of a mess and not as strong as other moonstones. 

- Kiyan. A little assistant android!! Created to assist, he can make portals!, He works at a post office. Hes under surveillance by the company that made him and isnt yet aware of many human customs/emotions.. 

- Alex  A very confused, overly optimist Alien who doesn’t know what they are. Come from the planet Eutychia, 4'3. They fucking glow. You know  Kilowatt from space chimps? think that. But hair n freckles and more human and just as  bubbly and energetic. 

-Locus  Mer/Fish boi!  Transparent fins, glowy patches, plays harp + loves music.

-Lir  A Tiny Octopus/Human hybrid lad. Makes little burble and trill noises. Quite harmless. Needs a home. 

Benji (Strawberry shortcake boi- Cursed tape /bandages. Demi half god.? One eye. Uses notes. To communicate but also sign. Really. Good sweets maker)

 Small bois (A collection of tinys because G/T is fucking great okay?)

- Tobias. Literally Made of hair gel. cleary, adorable, aaand Eats soap..amoung other non food items he probably should not ingest but does..

- Hinto  Guy made of foam slime. Very chill n laid back.

- Glowstick bubs. (Alo/aloke -  Green and blue  +  Siro - Yellow n pink.  + Mavi (Vi) Red and silver. + Roxy (Ro) - Orange and  purple )  They’re a cross between glowsticks and lava lamps and its epic- asides the fact they have like.half a brain cell each. Lots of sleeping n lazign around.

- Theo  A tiny ink creature.  A clever little lad, who likes to drawn and write n paint in ink and leave cheeky little black splotches everywhere. A very good writer companion tho. 

- JellyBubs! A collection of tiny sentient jelly babies, hungry lads will raid your cupboards. 

-Miel A tiny little bee boy! Loves flowers <3 

Apocolyse Squad:

The planet Keres,  Left uninhabitable after the invasion that ruined the air and killed almost the entire race.

Sameal o’Ceirin (Being of smoke- partly blind.)

Mallory Thomas (Part cat. Vet, partner to Sam who ends up dying in the canon of their story)

Hamrish Benat  (Hayden. 4 eyes, soft tongue. PTSD. extra tiny heart in wrist. Quite fem/soft. Likes soap cutting vids and stuffed toys/teddies.)

Joshua who cares (An asshole. Staight up. He dies. Fuck him. He sucks ass.)

Andy peters (Strong, kind. Kinda like Tyler shied. Big, tol, but actually pretty soft.)

Adrian  Géarán  (Tail, fire abilities, likes to make little robots. Very weak n has a couple of disabilities that leave him tired n such, which aint great for his esteem or his team when the apoc hits.)

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Wyatt ???? ?????????????????

Pace- Nerdy. Finds a cat. Observer for the aliens. Is immune to black goop. 

Four - buff. Scary. Deadly. 

Apocolypse Squad Part 2  Small lads who dont derese to be in danger: 

  -Apep, Naga boi  Legs mutate into a cool tail. Hisses, fangs. Adorable loves the sun. bout 20 years old. 

Chris. Camp leader! Biig dad type, redhead, buff, likes gardening and camping, very outdoorsy. Little awkward but great.

Small child Talise- nickname tails? ..   Blind and slightly traumatized by the car crash that killed his mother and ended up with glass in his eyes, very sensitive to noise n textures.     Ends up mutating tails.  6 v young n smol  blocks n colourin

Shirin Parvis. Crystal boi .. trained solider/ royalty.  Tried to warn people before the apoc hit and failed. Now tries to protect the small group of surviors he stumpbles across. 

 Zephaniah, mutation turns him into a  Chameleon basically, just.. a human one. He  Prefers Zeph. Big gamey Nerd-  gets a pet gecko.  16. Quiet. Loves Lazar skirmish and lazers. 

Moyachi, Cactus boi!! Plant bab. Loves water and has clear/lime green tinted aloe/herbal helpful blood. Spikes up at defense from bad people 18/ 19   likes drawing. Pretty grumpy and needs a break.

Colin, nicknames: Coco,  Lady bug lad, who is baby trans  mutation resulted in a weird Red/Orange skin condition basically.  Can predict weather v accurately.       Ballet/dance, 14   Likes cooking. 

Hotaru , Firefly bby  - Glowy bub with antenna,  possibly mutates wings.. Sassy and tired. Turns nocturnal as the apoc progressed. Also becomes Colins first love <3

Zeno  A Siren of sorts.  DC/ hip hopper/   Lost his arm in apoc.  He loooves music alot. Very purple aesthetic and checkerboards.

Liren Pichi, deaf peaches n cream aesthetic boi- Nickname Pichi.  He is alone during the apoc, sneaks aboard and ship and goes missing..

Neighbours AU:

They all live on the homeworld, Ermioni.

Lesbabs:

Blake Aglaia  A human with a gift of being able to put emotions into glass balls.. Red head, quite fem, but gay, sweet, but not mousy. 

Lynx ?? An alien and human, the alien somewhat resides inside its host but they coexist. Sometimes goes feral.  Alien half likes to go by Perse  (Percy)  They have cool looking saliva- viens that run down their arms that are pretty cool- sharper nails/claws. Tendrils. Large ol mouth. Lots of pointy ass teef. Lynx likes to train,go to gym, and kick ass. Big ass butch energy.

Demon fam:

Hyacinth  A six-armed demon with serious parent energy. Big gardener, his body grows flowers depending on his moods/strength of emotions. Purple neck length hair. Great at comfort and cooking. 

Rhys  A Demon with a great curiosity about humans has a sibling, Feri.  Rhys is a big nerd, but very hard to get to know. Not great with emotions, comes across a tad distant and cold without always meaning too. Loves candles and lots of autumn aesthetic. 

Anthos, AKa Ant. Rhys and Hy’s accidentally created/summoned a toddler.. and hes fucking adorable. 

Vato - V   Hy has another bub later on who's more purpley blue with red curled horns and 4 arms.. No tail.. 4 eyes. V cute and inquisitive. Less noisy and wreckless than Ant. 

Roommates:

Douglas Connelly  A regular chubby human bean! Learning to become a chef. He loves food, loves cooking and also loves dancing. Hes a big guy, big cudddler, but a little shy and akward at times. 

Donovan Amores  Real fricking cool and smokin hot Bartender with a love for dogs. Dougs roommate. Has glowing fuckin orbs- donates his heart to a fucking god is smooth as fuck, background heavily Spanish, moved when young.

Haris Alaksim Real name (lost in translation, Huitzilopochtli God of sun and war) ) - A god whom Dono is very close with and donates his heart two one every 3 years during the day of the highest sun. He is a god / Mouros.    Donovan refers to him as “Dios gentil”  or “ Viejo colibrí sabio”   (“El viejo colibrí sabio es un dios gentil” (The old wise hummingbird is a gentle god.)

Donovans Family

Rem (Looks after magical creatures- Cane is from Haris)

Oscar  (Not sure what trinket or power but He’s just a casual store worker w/ good arms. Surprisingly good with knives- perhaps has one from Haris?)

Nicole  (His only sister Makes clothes..possibly got some ability to do with seasons..?  Perhaps earrings or a bracelet from Haris)

Javi  (Makes jam, cute boy, wears cloaks. Maybe has a cute little jar necklace or magic jar??)

Luca (Trans bookkeeper- Talks to Haris most often and likes to ask questions..Has precious books...Possibly a special pen..) 

Forest bois!!

Cypress The soul of the forest - Mentor of Rem. Very calm, very wise. Kinda like master oogway type. 

Unicorn boi, Hes rare, missing a chunk of his horn. Dont hurt him. He doesnt even have a name.

Fyn. Mushroom boy. Protects a gate. Lost his twin during a human-caused fire. Very mad about it. 

Fie. Bat boy. Loves fruit. 

Moh. Fairy/incubus hybrid.  

Tucker. Bunny boi, Best friends with Ainsley. Got some like, punk vibes about him, piercings n such. Not as soft as one would expect but still nice at heart.

Ainsley. Fawn boi, clums, shy, round glasses,  Looks smart but doesn't always know stuff. Very unsure of self. 

Experiment AU: 

Izekiel Iris A being of Paint. Hes made of paint. He has trauma from being experimented on. Slightly depressed. Loves art, loved creating. also regresses to try to deal with said PTSD.  Hard to get to know at first. 

Matty  (Matthew Libelle)   An experiment, part human, part lizard, part dragon. Much smol.  Hes fucking baby and i adore him alot please do ask anything and everything about him. 

Cult bois:

-Nero Aakil   (Means Genius/Orange blossom)   Orange bub  - Leader. Smart. Telepathic link with all cult members.  V corrupted…  (Parents were rich and ignorant)

-Mao Cerise   Pink - Ditzy, Looks after their ‘little bird’ (aka Jey) 

-Jey Michael Cherubim   Fallen angel -  Corrupted..desaturating and weak.. Was summoned by the cult and captured as a trophy. 

-Jaden Hirav  Looks after a garden of plants both harmless and some not for master. Previously Neros old pet..His  The family was alright but he was moreso raised by like his mum and bro. He was kidnapped from his garden and never seen again. The cult ritual to initiate him into the group failed and he was spliced with plants making him near useless to the cult.

-Rowan maverick - Now known as  Rogue- Red. Lost their tongue. Does Not follow orders to the T but gets their job done.   Has another voice/god/soul looking out for them… Very assassin ready, very perceptive. Wants to get out the cult but knows theyre too far in.. Cool glowy words in the air because they don't have their tongue. Possibly only lives of medication and vitamin pills..possible OD? Possible addiction. They struggle alot with it. 

P - Pax -  God who watches over Rowan. Was killed by the Master but their spirt lives on.

Cato.   Purple - Another smart one.. Possible Wiccan?  Sadist. Mean. Tall.  Scary. Abuse. Twisted. Loves being in the cult. Eventually wants to host Masters soul.. 

Gin Short for Ginger but the real name is Xanthe.  Blind. Also another assassin like Rogue but more obedient.  Doesn't talk often out of fear. 

Benjamin Brandy  (Benji. B) is Gins friend, Gin is trying not to get him involved in the cult but was too late as B had previously already been cursed and dealt with mythical beings..

 Silver bub. Demir. A demon summoned by the cult to complete the collection. Wants out, very stressed.  

Adopted AU: (This is like a mess of some of the boys but younger and in a different timeline to their universes smushed together intoa kinda cute school/adoption au idea.)

Matthew is smol autistic, malnourished and heavily abused both mentally and physically, leading to selective mutism and being a small fragile easily tired bab.  He loves hanging in the library once he gets used to going to some schooling. Gets tutored by Chris? Goes to camp and helps around n has fun..

Jaden, loves the school garden, and likes science class. His family is alright, However he ends up mostly raised by his sister? Or brother? 

Iz is the lil art bab, also in foster care of a big family, not so much abused but semi neglected. Quiet.

Nero is the gifted nerdy child..Parents ignorant. They love history and fictional books and reading and learning.

Benji is the slightly older kid whos possibly maybe a little behind or delayed or..something, they help out with other kids as a buddy? They like to do cooking classes.

DA AU

So this Au was like..the Septic tank births all the egos.

Angus first- He has..some kinda strength I imagine/..

Then Anti, Hen, Jackie. Marv. 

Chase -  He kills himself because of Glitch- also falls in the tank a second time and ends up with odd powers. 

Glitch Starts off as very bad and misunderstood. Turns out they were just highly unstable and required medical treatment.  Their real name is Arius and they cant stomach solid foods all the time. Mostly a liquid diet. They have glitchy fits/static seizures. Very unpleasant. Can enter tech, and its not so great, can get trapped. Can absorb certain amounts of electricity because of this they Got hit by  ightning once and has epic lighting scars!! Up arms..some on neck. All over his chest and back. 

Septic clone AU

Sean giving up bits of soul to make clones ends up in coma

Experiments and torture and odd shit with the egos ensues??

Minecraft AU??  

Yeah i had weird ideas for a cute minecraft gang of minecrafters who had accidents involving getting merged/recded with other creatures traits ect. 

Vail.  -Vex / Human

Snow golom hybrid? Or Blaze?

Slimey boi

Kitsune

Panda lad.

Pokebabs au

Mainly for Matty, Iz and Blank.. were they have pokemon forms and when bonded with a human long enough can evolved into human forms?? 

Horned AU  (With Troiseh/Glitch-in-the-static)

Shiro  -Prince lad  (This is their lad :3)

Junji - Battery..whump/slave/lost prince 

Isao Asuka -  Shiros Royal Guard 

Alien AU

Hami if he were..alien instead of being a human in an apoc basically. 

Angel AU stuff: 

Good omens inspired boi

Leo Halvar   Part..humany..demon..Cambion are according to google "In late European mythology and literature, a cambion is the offspring of an incubus, succubus, or another demon with a human, or of an incubus and succubus"

Ryan  Hot archangel guy: One wing, demon hunter thing.. Good kinda reforming from a less nice lifestyle previously. 

Mute angel possibly demon idk- -   Latif? Emmet? Evan? 

Long fringe shy boy-  Cael / Lox

[errantscriptor]

he was too lazy to stay in human form, so here was atsushi padding around the castle in his tiger form. tail swishing around languidly behind him as he headed into Dazai's room. leaping onto the bed immediately & making himself comfortable right beside the vampire. don't mind him, he just wants attention. / vamp au

         Claws make familiar sounds on a stone floor. The large werecat was never stealthy by any means when at home, not that it bothered the vampire at all. Bored and brooding from being temporarily left on his own to entertain himself, Dazai was more than happy to welcome the lazy feline.

                    “Atsu~shi” More than sinking, he practically melted over onto the big fuzzy form. Draping his body over a large set of shoulders. “Today is horrible~, carry me to the kitchen.”

[gukptune]

Blood Rank || One [m]

Pairing: jimin x reader

Genre: angst, vampire!au, highschool!au, eventual smut

Warnings: vampire!reader, human!jimin, mean!hoseok, asshole!taehyung, bloodbag!jungkook

Words: 2.3k

Plot Summary: Jimin is afraid for his best friend makes a deal with the devil he’s been in love with since he was 14.

a/n: not edited, sorry for any mistakes or errors in spelling and grammar!

B L O O D  R A N K - Part 1 / Part 2

This was no normal high school. Van Emrick’s Academy is a school in the supernatural world in which humans and vampires strive to live alongside each other. In it’s situated location with a higher ratio of vampires to humans, it’s high school was the same.

Location of the most wealthy of vampires and humans who worked together in business and relations. It’s high school was the exact same. With a student made hierarchy of blood rankings. Let’s just say the more vampire you are the more power you have within the system.

The supernatural world held all types of creatures of the night, including werewolves, witches, vampires and hybrids. Each species being restricted to it’s labeled school, humans had the upper hand here in being able to attend any of the three reigning schools.

Van Emrick’s Academy for Vampyres, Adolphus’ College for Lycans and lastly Necromancer Institute for Witchcraft and Wizardry. Hyrids, which were rare, get to choose their schools too but with limitations where they need to be somewhat related to the corresponding species.

The most prestigious and most powerful school of them all is of course Van Emrick’s due to their generous stream of funds towards the government by parents.

Park Jimin, was lucky enough to attend Van Emrick’s Academy― mostly due to his loaded parents and intelligence which he never really boasted about.

He boarded at the Academy, which was normal and all students do as the dorms were specular. He boarded mostly due to the fact that his parents believed that he’d have his mind strictly on education, which was something he believed in too but with those blood thirsty vampires, high rates of hormones and highly attractive people he was distracted nearly all the time.

He boarded in the Azrael dormitory alongside his housemates. Students were separated into seven different houses according to their corresponding Archangel. Extremely for the novelty and not practicality as students merely stayed within their houses in the dorms and common room only and mixed around otherwise.

There he was just laying on his bed in his dorm suite. He shared the large room with 3 other students. A text from his best friend woke him.

Sooyoung: U up? [6:42 am]

Sooyoung: Im in the cafeteria if ur wondering :D [6:42 am]

Sooyoung: Meet me here [6:43 am]

Jimin immediately stood up off his bed, he was already dressed and merely slipped his shoes on before taking off. His dorm mates were all still sleeping, probably due to how early he was up. Moving quietly outside the room and closing the door as quietly as he could to not wake anyone up.

He was out of the room in his clad uniform, sporting the academy’s signature dark navy uniform and his house crest on his blazer’s breast pocket. His tie done neatly and his blonde hair styled to perfection.

Jimin: Alright

Jimin: I’ll be there in 5

Which was a lie, he wasn’t going to be there in 5 minutes because it would be impossible. Her dorm was literally across the school and he wasn’t exactly going to run because he’d look extremely stupid.

Sooyoung: Okii take ur time

Sooyoung: im going to do some homework as I wait okay

Jimin knew that she wouldn’t eat without him as they always waited for each other. As he was texting a reply to her he was rammed into by something, well someone.

He fell to the floor with his phone a distance away from him. Uttering a low mumble. He looked up to see the person that ran into him.

Well shit. He thought.

In front of him was a practically shivering student. Jimin could see the collar on the poor guy’s neck. He was a blood bag. Jimin breathed slowly not really knowing what to do.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s okay. I’m fine,” Jimin quickly cut him off, giving him a reassuring smile before getting up slowly. The other boy trying to help him up but was too afraid to touch Jimin.

The hierarchy in this school was ridiculous, up in the top tier were the student council members usually students of the most pure blood line and had the most influence, of course they are leading all the students. In the second tier, were pure blood vampires, then third were half bloods, fourth were those turned, whilst confusing humans held the tier between third and fourth since their influence mattered more. Including their wealth and connections. Lastly were the blood bags, also called “tractare”, mostly these were anyone who made deals with the council and couldn’t pay it back.

You might believe that this school’s currency was blood but it wasn’t it was favours and real money. People wanted things done, scores raised, reputation raised or rumours dead would make offerings. If unpaid the council turns them into blood bags, meaning that their lives were now in the president’s hands.

Only the most desperate go to them, being their offers were hard to pay for, that’s why most students turn into blood bags so easily.

Jimin knew this boy, he was in his Chemistry class. His name was Jungkook, rumours risen about him watching girl’s in the changing room and jacking off to them. He wanted all of that to disappear so he asked the council, Jimin didn’t know what the payment was but he failed to pay, now he lives as feed.

Jungkook was shaking. This boy was pale and frail. Jimin couldn’t help but feel so bad for him.

But a voice boomed over the crowding audience. “Now, now, tractare-shi, learn your manners.”

The voice was head secretary, Jung Hoseok. He shoved Jungkook’s head onto the ground. The younger boy immediately began bowing to Jimin, over and over.

Jimin’s eyes practically bulging out of his head. Hoseok merely smirked. Tension rises as Jimin feels extremely worried.

“Sorry about the livestock, he’s fresh, still learning... hope you understand,” He chuckled as he dragged Jungkook by the collar away.

Jimin stood frozen as the students around him disappeared. Running into a student council member was rare, speaking to one was even more rare, well he was being spoken to but still. 

He could finally breathe and made his way to his destination.

“That’s literally so horrible,” Sooyoung sighed as she bit into her croissant, “Why does this system even exist!”

Jimin looked up from his cereal to see his best friend frowning, “I don’t know.”

“We should change it, isn’t it like centuries old. So medieval of the Council to keep an old system,” She suggests, nodding to her own thought.

Jimin couldn’t help but chuckle, “It’s not centuries old, Soo, each time a new President is elected he/she changes the system, since our latest president was elected only a few years ago the system isn’t even half a decade old.”

“So she’s into the whole medieval, humans are lower than vampires thing?” Sooyoung huffs. With the mention of you, the president Jimin blinks briskly.

“Uhm, not defending her but... anyone could be a blood bag. Jungkook is a half blood,” He didn’t want Sooyoung to think he actually cared about anyone apart of the council because she hated them.

Sooyoung sighed, “I guess.”

“Though, I heard that those deals that she makes with everyone are like extreme, because people tend to ask for a lot. Sometimes murder, though I’m sure she doesn’t let that pass but she tends to make sure people don’t get what they want,” She said.

“I’m sure it’s because they want blood bags,” She ended. Concluding by herself.

It was true, they needed the circulation of blood to keep everyone in check. 

“People get paid for blood though, blood donations. Because every vamp pays for them. People get paid for blood and others pay for it,” Jimin said.

Sooyoung nods in agreement, “That’s true, but I heard it’s way better from the vein, that’s why students sometimes offer their body for certain agreeable deals.”

Jimin thought about this deeply. Of course blood was better from the vein, it’s fresh and warm. He felt gross thinking about this but then again it was fascinating just because he wasn’t one of them.

“Anyways enough of this, you know how I was doing that homework well-” Sooyoung’s voice drowned into the background as Jimin’s eyes met with a figure coming into the distance. They came closer, closer to his table.

A hand slammed onto their table as their drinks fell, Sooyoung lets out a shriek at the surprise and Jimin placed his hands on his lap.

“Well, well, Park Jimin,” Vice President, Kim Taehyung nods at Jimin, who gave a little nod back, Taehyung’s eyes met with Sooyoung, “And pretty Miss Park Sooyoung.”

Taehyung slid into the chair next to her and placed his arm over her shoulder, she flinches at this. Kim Taehyung, notorious playboy and your local asshole. His mean attitude and rudeness passed due to his seemingly great connection to the president which is why Jimin secretly hated him. All due to jealousy. 

“You look great, you could eat in the dining hall you know, instead of eating whatever this is,” Taehyung nods at their food tray, “I’d let you bring your lapdog too.”

Which Jimin knew was directed towards him.

Sooyoung pushed Taehyung’s arm off of her, “Gosh, like I’d ever eat in their with you people and Jimin is my best friend- uh all you people do is look down on others-”

“I don’t look down on you, though I wouldn’t mind going down on you,” Taehyung whispered lustfully and groaned at his own imagination. 

Disgusting was all Jimin could think, not the action but merely how Taehyung was saying this to someone who didn’t like him and didn’t want him.

“God! You’re disgusting just go away,” She tried to shove him before he gripped her arm tightly.

He pulled her face closely to his, “Look here, I get what I want, and don’t be rude to me- you’ll find that opposing me will only get you into a very very bad place in this school.”

He literally growled at her. Taehyung was a pureblood vampire, which meant he was extremely powerful in every single way. Jimin wanted to stick up for his friend but he can’t.

“I-” Sooyoung whimpered trying to say something back. Though her lack of words and tone was all that was needed for someone else to step in.

“Tae, get off her, we don’t have time for this,” the sultry voice that lived in Jimin’s wildest dreams broke the tension in the air.

It was you, you stood in your perfectly tailored uniform, that looked different to everyone else’s. Student council members had their own style. Your blazer stuck onto your upper half so tightly with double buttons. Your flat cross tie framing the top of your quite large breasts.

Jimin couldn’t help but stare at your perfectly braided hair and sharp features.

Taehyung coughed and quickly got up and stood next to her. He was whispering things in your ear. Taehyung’s eyes met Jimin’s very lustful eyes. 

As you heard the things Taehyung wanted you to hear you merely nodded. You did see what happened and Tae was going to get it. He can’t make your school look like trash.

Before you could take Tae away he spoke again, “Look at little blondey, got a crush on our President?” He teased, laughing mockingly.

You looked straight at Jimin to see him flush a bright red and his hand picking at eachother. A sign of nerves. You kept a smile in as you let out a soft huff.

“Whatever, Tae-”

“Come on, Jimin-ah. Our gorgeous President is right here in front of you. It’s a once in a lifetime opportunity to get some, though would she―”

“Kim Taehyung, do not cut me off, now get back to our office before I remove you,” You said, calmingly. As fearfully calm as anyone else could hear.

Taehyung immediately shuts up and with wide eyes walked away, a few members of the council following him as they always do. Taehyung knew not to test your limits as using his full name meant this was the last draw.

“Park Jimin, was it. I’m sorry about him-he’s just you know him,” You straighten your back.

Jimin stuttered looking at you blankly as if he wasn’t believing what was happening, “Uhm- it’s okay―”

“No, it wasn’t, thank you,” Sooyoung cuts him off and thanks you. You felt a little annoyed that she cuts Jimin off but here you get to see that you were definitely not the dominate one in this friendship.

You merely nod and take your leave, as the rest of the council follow you back to deal with Taehyung.

Computer Science was not Jimin’s thing but he took it because he was required to. The only thing he could focus on was your interaction with him which never left his mind. Your face, your body and scent. Better than he ever imagined, he didn’t want to come off as a stalker or creep but you were just... incredible to him. Trying to calm himself off by thinking of light fairy thoughts instead of you.

A beep breaks his trail of thought.

Sooyoung: u okay? u ran off

Jimin recalled what happened, right after you left he felt as if he was going to throw up.

Jimin: yea just felt sick

Sooyoung: oh thats okay

Sooyoung: was it the president

Sooyoung: was it what tae said u know about her

Jimin didn’t know what to reply with, his fingers were shaking and he could feel himself getting red. Sooyoung was in a different class right now and he sat alongside some hardworking students, he’s glad no one could see his face right now.

Sooyoung: so its true?

Sooyoung: jimin

Sooyoung: just tell me 

Sooyoung: do you actually like her???

Jimin had many thoughts running through his head as he ran through some possible scenarios depending on his response. Though he felt adventurous and very rebellious now. He did what he thought he could never do.

Jimin: I’m sorry.

c. 2018

[ao3feed-hualian]

How Not to Meet your Lover

by FireLordTrunks

There's some very basic truths they teach Vampire Hunters about vamps. 1 - They only live to feed. 2 - They don't care about anyone or anything else but themselves. So, when a vampire throws himself in front of one of his bullets to save another, Pei Ming is a little intrigued and decides to patch him up. Nevermind the guy is handsome as hell, that has nothing to do with it, alright? ~~~~~~~~~ Shi Wudu was moving before he thought about it, faster than a human eye could follow; it felt like an eternity as he watched the hunter in front of his sibling pull the trigger. The silver bullet burst from the end of the gun in a cloud of smoke. He Xuan shoved QingXuan behind himself, shielding them with his body. The hunter fired off a second bullet, seconds after the first. QingXuan was panicking, long hair flying as they grabbed desperately at He Xuan. Shi Wudu lunged in front of them, fangs bared at the hunter. And then the bullets hit him, one after the other; one in the shoulder, one just under his ribs; and the world snapped back to normal time. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ First Fic in my TGCF vampire AU! Can be read as a standalone.

Words: 3700, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of ~ Vampire TGCF AU >:)

Fandoms: 天官赐福 - 墨香铜臭 | Tiān Guān Cì Fú - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: Péi Míng (Tiān Guān Cì Fú), Shī Wúdù, Shī Qīngxuán, Hè Xuán (Tiān Guān Cì Fú), Huā Chéng (Tiān Guān Cì Fú), Xiè Lián (Tiān Guān Cì Fú), Fēng Xìn (Tiān Guān Cì Fú), Mù Qíng (Tiān Guān Cì Fú), Líng Wén (Tiān Guān Cì Fú)

Relationships: Pei Ming/Shi Wudu, Hè Xuán/Shī Qīngxuán, Huā Chéng/Xiè Lián (Tiān Guān Cì Fú), Feng Xin/Mu Qing (Tiān Guān Cì Fú), (mentioned) - Relationship

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Vampire, Vampires, Vampire Bites, Human/Vampire Relationship, Vampire Hunters, Love Bites, Blood and Violence, Minor Violence, Healing, LITERALLY, Enemies to Lovers, First Kiss, First Time, First Meetings, Shooting Guns, Getting Together, Implied Sexual Content, Sexual Tension, Grinding, Blood Drinking

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/38742561

[lemonysharkbait]

Participants

It’s the 19 Days vampire AU no one asked for! Thought vampire stuff was dead? Yeah, me too. Then I got sucked into Vampire Knight (don’t ask) and remembered just how many sexually charged moments vampire stories create. And then this happened. 

Warnings include blood (somewhat obvious) and sexual themes. It’s not full on nsfw. Yet. 

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

TIAN

He Tian smelled him before he saw him. It was the thrumming full smell of someone he wanted to proposition, immediately. He rounded the corner into the parlor room and the site of the man himself sealed his want.

Long pale arms draped over the back of a low couch. The man’s back was to He Tian, but he turned his head when he heard footsteps, locking bright brown eyes onto He Tian. He Tian almost stopped dead in his tracks, almost. The other man eyed him up and down and then snorted, “You all wear the same thing.”

He Tian crossed the room and sat down across from the man. Incredibly, his red hair was real, not some garish dye. His clothes clashed with the somber surroundings of the large mansion. A loose yellow t-shirt hung off his frame. With his arms up along the back of the couch, the edges of his t-shirt lifted to reveal a sliver of skin and the band of his briefs. Sitting low across his hips was the band of his track paints, which tapered to an expensive pair of soft pink Nikes. The red head was looking off to the side with his feet on the coffee table. The large bay window in the room bathed the red head in soft afternoon light. A warm fire crackled in the fireplace.

What a dream. He Tian felt confined in his three-piece suit.  

The red head turned and locked eyes with He Tian again “Do I smell good to you?”

He Tian tried not to look dumb founded. “Pardon?”

“You’re practically eye-fucking me.”

Mouthy.

He Tian put on his winningest smile. “It’s just your skin–“

“Oh my skin,” the red head cut him off, rolling his eyes. “I used to be singled out for my skin and hair but now it’s all you vamps talk about.”

He Tian let out a small laugh. Of course others would comment on his skin. It was pale, so beautifully pale. It wasn’t difficult to imagine what was thrumming underneath.

“You should see him when he flushes.” He Tian and the red head turned to see She Li breeze into the room. “You opened the blinds.” It wasn’t a question. “Shut them for us.” The red head’s eyes looked like they would shoot daggers if they could. Grudgingly, he stood and slowly sauntered over to the heavy blinds, pulling them shut and encasing the room in dim light.

His smell washed over He Tian, doubly strong, sweet and acidic like wine, or champagne with grapefruit.

“Do you want a taste, He Tian?” She Li sat smirking, across from He Tian. The red head tensed.

“I prefer for the arrangement to be mutual.” So the red head was one of She Li’s participants. 

The red head crossed the room and sat back down on the couch next to She Li. The smell wafted over He Tian again, making it momentarily hard to think.

She Li shrugged and changed the topic, launching into the recent rash of unsolved murders in the area, the work of a vampire that would cause another panic and a round a stricter laws if he or she didn’t stop. The topic moved into blood deals and trades, gossip at first but then it began to get closer to the reason for He Tian’s visit.

“Should he be here?” He Tian motioned towards the red head. She Li drew the red head’s wrist into his grasp, tracing lazy circles on the soft skin of his upturned arm. The red head didn’t react. In fact, he looked bored.

“Mo Guan Shan recently came into service for the Shes. He’s under my command.”

Mo Guan Shan. He Tian wanted to make Shi Li drop Guan Shan’s wrist, let the red head go. Instead, He Tian shrugged.

The rest of their conversation was short. Simple details of handoffs and buyers. She Li kept Guan Shan’s wrist in his hand the entire time, tracing circles that might have been absent minded if it weren’t She Li.

He Tian ignored it and made to go at the first opportunity. She Li drew Guan Shan’s wrist up to his face, inhaling deeply. “Are you sure you don’t want a taste? He must smell better to you than he does to me.”

He Tian smiled his best fake smile, watching the snake-like eyes of She Li, “No, I must get back.”

“If you insist.”

She Li dipped his head, licking Guan Shan’s wrist and then sinking in a penetrating bite. He Tian noticed Guan Shan didn’t even flinch, and He Tian felt a small twinge of jealousy and sadness at the realization that Guan Shan had this done to him many times before. And then the smell hit. His open wrist released his full scent and He Tian felt a surge of want that made him stumble. He caught himself on the back of a chair and lingered for a second, trying desperately to compose himself while thoughts of sinking his teeth into the delicate skin of the red head’s throat roiled through his mind.

He stifled his thoughts enough to stand. Guan Shan was looking at him with those intensely bright eyes. She Li moved to push Guan Shan into the couch and slide partially on top of him, losing himself to bloodlust. He Tian strode out of the room.

The scent stayed with him all the way out of the complex and down to his car. Shaking, he dialed the number that would bring him relief from his sudden, intense thirst.  

   GREY

Grey knew, from the second he entered the apartment, that He Tian was on the edge of full blown bloodlust. The large airy apartment was dim, all the lights were off but the floor-to-ceiling windows let in cold winter light.

The man– or rather vampire– himself sat low on his couch, eyes unfocused and his breathing barely stable, his chest rising and falling unsteadily.  His long winter jacket and suit jacket were discarded on the coffee table. Rick and Morty played silently on the TV.

“Thank you for coming on such short notice.” Such a silky deep voice. He Tian had the habit of making it slightly menacing, like he knew something you didn’t.

“It’s no problem.” Especially for the convenience fee he would be paid. He crossed the room and half knelt on the couch. He Tian turned his eyes on him and Grey shivered. The coal black eyes were unfocused with a haze of want. He Tian drew Grey on top of him. There would be no preamble today.

He Tian’s cold fingers rolled up his sleeve. Warm breath ghosted on the underside of his wrist, then the pressure of He Tian’s tongue and a gentle kiss pushed against the soft skin– broken by a quick piercing pain, like the initial sting of a shot, followed by a rush of heady endorphins. He Tian looked up at him from under thick lashes. Grey feebly fought his own rising desire and let out a small groan. Why must vampires turn every feeding into something so sensual?

He couldn’t deny it was intimate, and maybe this was just the natural human reaction to a vampire bite, akin to the welts that rise up from mosquito bites. Or it was just He Tian. Whatever the cause, he wouldn’t be getting release this time. He Tian was drinking deep.

Grey leaned into He Tian, resting his entire weight on the absurdly strong man as his own body, instead of going into shock, sank into a warm relaxing stupor.

He awoke on the couch, covered with a blanket, his wrist tightly bound and elevated. His head pounded with an excruciating headache. On instinct, he tried to sit up, but the room spun.

“You probably shouldn’t move.”

Grey grabbed his head. “Jesus, He Tian, what got into you?”

He Tian snorted. He was in the far corner of the large open room, smoking and watching Grey.

“A Red Head. Well, he wasn’t in me, but,” He Tian ended his thought with a drag on his cigarette. “Sorry, by the way, I didn’t mean to, well.” He gestured at Grey.

“I knew a red head once.” Grey said it absentmindedly.

He Tian hummed, letting out an “mm” of acknowledgement. He had probably met hundreds of red heads in his lifetime. How old was he? A century? A millennium?  

Grey let out a laugh as he let his brain surge with memories. “Yeah, from elementary school, which feels like a long time ago in my life.” Grey looked at the food on the coffee table. It was from his favorite take-out place. He Tian never cooked, but he made sure to learn where his participants liked to eat. He took the best care out of any of the vampires Grey knew. He always had pain pills and water on hand. He was gentle with his bites and careful not to make blood stains. He would walk or drive to any food place in the city and pick up the participant’s favorite dishes. He even learned what shows people liked to watch and the music they preferred and would play for them whatever they wanted. And he had the best shower, it was modern and overly luxurious with heated tile and the ability to choose the exact temperature the water should be. Not to mention the perfectly fluffy towels.

He had never taken this much blood. It wasn’t uncommon for a vampire to take a little too much, but they all seemed to know how to hook up an iv. Grey had woken up only once before with an iv in his arm, the result of a vampire drinking too deeply. He Tian had never done that to him and he doubted he ever would.

Grey rolled his head slightly, reaching for a cup of water. “God, if it’s Guan Shan who you’re pining after, good fucking luck.” He had another sentence after that one, but He Tian was suddenly in his vision, in his space. It was uncanny how fast they could move.

“You know him?”

“Him? Guan Shan? We were good friends from elementary school all the way through high school. We kept in touch afterwards, although he took a nosedive off the face of the planet about two months ago. No one’s heard from him.”

He Tian had composed himself into silence. He was thinking.

“You’re sure the guy you saw was Guan Shan?”

He Tian smiled warily, “Natural red hair, bright brown eyes, pale skin and a permanent scowl.”

Grey snorted, “Yeah, that’s him. With She Li?”

He Tian looked ready to burst with too many questions, questions he quickly stifled. His cigarette was finished, yet he still held it between his fingers.

“What is She Li like?” He Tian asked the question quietly.

Grey grimaced. “I only had him once, so I don’t really know.” He Tian fixed his gaze on Grey and Grey felt compelled to answer.

“He’s, he’s, well, intense. You are totally his when he feeds and he doesn’t let you forget that. But when he’s done,” Grey let the sentence hang.

He Tian silently walked over to the ashtray on the other side of the room, then crossed back and sat on the edge of the couch. Grey felt the divot He Tian’s weight made. He Tian turned towards Grey and motioned at the food. “May I?”

“Be my guest, I can’t eat right now anyways.”

He Tian popped open a lid to something and started scooping food onto his plate.

“I am sorry.”

Grey leaned towards the warmth. “I know.”

MO

Guan Shan woke up on the carpet, a deep chill in his bones. He saw the dark paneled ceiling slowly come into focus. His head hurt and somewhere he felt a tube. He thought about intense eyes. Coal dark.

“You’re awake.”

“Welcome to the land of the living.” Guan Shan mumbled. He realized his whole body hurt. “How much did you take?”

She Li snorted “Barely enough, blood bag. You’ve got a transaction tomorrow.”

“Ok. Can someone help me on the couch? I’m a little tired.” He could hear the clack of shoes leaving the room.

“I’ll get someone.”

Guan Shan lay there for a long time.

---

“Red?!” Guan Shan heard his old name and didn’t want to react, but old habits die hard.

“It is you. Old habits die hard, huh?”

Guan Shan scowled. What is this ghost doing, wandering around his present?

“How are you doing?”

“Fine.”

Grey snorted “You don’t look fine, She Li take too much?”

Guan Shan didn’t respond. He turned to walk through the bustling flower market to the vendor they had come to see. His head was killing him and the thick smell of fresh flowers and loud sounds of the bustling mart made the pain worse. He felt like his entire body was bruised. One of his steps faltered.

He felt Grey’s grip on his elbow. “Jesus, Shan. Come on, let’s get you to the delivery truck.”

They passed the stalls of flowers, Grey’s tight grip on his arm the entire way, and turned into the stall they needed. Grey went to walk Guan Shan to the back of the stall, where the delivery truck would be waiting in the alley, but Guan Shan wrenched his arm out of his grip.

“I’m fine. I have to stay to see it loaded.” Grey shrugged while their flower man shuttered the stall. Well, really she was a flower woman.

Chen was all useful muscle and spattered greenery. She knew everything there was to know about international flowers, and everything there was to know about the international blood trade. She greeted them happily, pulling up a stool for Guan Shan and setting a glass of water down for him. She made no comment on his appearance, it wasn’t the first time he had shown up too tired to load and unload the boxes.

“These just came in this morning, incredibly fresh.” She reached into the cooler and pulled out a long box. With sharp clippers from her apron, she cut off the binding and pulled out the thick staples used to keep the boxes shut.

“Alright boys, time to show me a sign.”

Grey pulled a small silver trinket from his pocket. It was a Jackalope, the mythical rabbit with antlers and the sign of the Yi family. So, he was here for Jin Yi. Guan Shan showed his trinket, a serpent with a head at each end of its body. It was inscribed in Greek with “The amphisbaena has a twin head, that is one at the tail end as well, as though it were not enough for poison to be poured out of one mouth.”

He like the description.

Chen nodded and pulled the lid off the long cardboard box. Inside were bundles of flowers. Chen pushed them aside and pulled out a bag of blood, unceremoniously dropping it on the table.

“I’ve got South American and Eastern European varieties. Mr. He is getting back into business, so you’ll stop at his place before you drop the rest off at Jin Yi’s.”

Guan Shan nodded and fished the cash out of his pocket. It must have been cash that He Tian left with She Li yesterday. Grey did the same.

Chen counted the money, nodded, and tossed two jackets on the table. “Wear these so you look less like hoodlums. The jackets were emblazoned with her business logo, a bright cartoon sunflower.

They loaded up the cooler truck without Guan Shan’s help. Chen brusquely helped him into the truck, cutting off any protest with her matter-of-fact manner. Grey drove them off towards He Tian’s without looking up directions.   

“So, you met He Tian yesterday.” Grey was driving slowly through the afternoon traffic. Guan Shan looked at him weakly.

“I’m a little tired myself, I’m one of his participants.” He raised his left hand, the cuff of his sleeve falling enough that Guan Shan could see the edges of white wrapping. “We didn’t have anything planned for yesterday, but he called me up, asking if I was available. Turns out, you got him all worked up. What did you do, bleed on him?” Grey said it jokingly, but Guan Shan felt blanched.

“She Li fed on me, in front of him.”

“Jesus fuck, really? What a sick fuck.”

“He Tian doesn’t do that?” He couldn’t keep the genuine surprise out of his voice.  

“God no, he keeps his participants separate from everything else in his life. I’ve never met anyone else in his life. He probably won’t be happy to see me delivering, but Jin Yi pays well and He Tian hasn’t done business in a long time, so I never had to worry about running into him. Usually I just drop off Chinese blood with our exporter anyways. Which is probably why I didn’t know you were in this business too, until now.”

Guan Shan shivered, remembering the moment He Tian’s eyes had gone liquid, hazy with want. Grey turned up the heat.

“You should switch and work for He Tian. He’s a lot better.”

“I can’t.”

Grey didn’t press the matter and they rode in silence to He Tian’s.

Guan Shan was surprised when they pulled up to a sleek building still within Beijing. Grey pulled up to a service elevator and sent out a quick text. Guan Shan clambered out of the truck and unsteadily to his feet.

“I’m just waiting for the access code– maybe you should stay in the truck.”

Guan Shan felt himself scowl. “I’ll be fine. You won’t be able to get all of the boxes up at once by yourself.” Guan Shan opened the back of the truck. It was a cold day but he was unnaturally cold, unable to warm up even when he was in the truck with the heat at full blast. He started to pull a box out of the back when he heard the ding of the elevator and then a silky, deep voice.

“Grey, you shouldn’t be working, had I known, I wouldn’t have–“ He Tian stopped mid sentence and said something under his breath, his eyes locking on Guan Shan. The box he had been pulling slid the rest of the way out of the truck, but the effort to gently set it down was enough to make him dizzy. Guan Shan felt the unpleasant symptoms of passing out. Tunnel vision, ringing ears, labored breath. He steadied himself with a hand on the truck, trying to hide his precarious lurch towards unconsciousness.

“He shouldn’t be out. Why would–? If, if he passes out and has to be taken to the hospital, the doctors would take one look at him and know. I’m not particularly fond of She Li, but…” He Tian spoke quietly.

Grey nodded. “Yeah, you’re right, Guan Shan, why don’t you stay with He Tian until you feel well enough to leave? You’re safe with him, he’s sated.”

Guan Shan felt his heart beating weakly. He needed to sit for a second. “I’m fine. She Li ordered me–“

“I’ll deal with She Li. I’ll also compensate you for whatever you were to be paid.”

Guan Shan looked up, which was a mistake, he lost his delicate balance and leaned heavily on the van. He suddenly felt a strong arm around his waist and his own arm was slung over someone’s shoulders. He Tian’s, he realized. He hadn’t seen him move.

“No, I’ll at least stay in the van, I need to see the delivery through.”

“You already have, the portion I paid for is here. Let’s go inside.”

Guan Shan felt a blanket of calm enveloping him. He fought it. “Don’t play with me.”

He Tian smiled and the calmness lifted.

---

Guan Shan let out a low whistle when they entered the apartment. He had convinced He Tian to release him and let him stand on his own. He Tian stayed a step too close though, keyed up to catch any stumble, which just annoyed Guan Shan. He used every ounce of his stubborn will to walk steadily.

“You live here by yourself?” Everything was in shades of pale. It was tastefully artfully done, large and airy. It was also too clean, like an Airbnb waiting for the arrival of the next guest.

“My uncle owns the building, although I still pay rent.” He Tian strode around smoothly with the grace and strength that all vampires seemed to embody. “You can rest here, the TV–“

“Woah no.” Guan Shan back-peddled from the room. It was a bedroom, the master bedroom. “The couch is fine.” He felt the wash of calm pour over him. It was an unnatural dulling of his own feelings. He scowled at He Tian. “I said, don’t fuck with me.”

“You said to not play with you.” He Tian smiled his infuriating perfect smile.

“I’ll just call a cab.” That beautiful smile faltered and Guan Shan felt vindictively happy. The crashing warmth of calmness ceased abruptly and Guan Shan, momentarily, wished for it back. That was the entire problem with these creatures, you didn’t know yourself. They could twist feelings up.

“At least lie on the couch until you’re past the possibility of passing out.” He Tian glided out of the room and to the large open area. The couch and TV weren’t far from the floor-to-ceiling windows. Guan Shan couldn’t help himself. He wandered over and looked out of them. They were far from the ground. People looked like dots and cars were bright splotches. It was starting to snow.

Grey was shuffling in the boxes of flowers and blood bags. He Tian turned to help and Guan Shan strode unsteadily towards the couch. He felt better without the vampire’s intense gaze on him. He settled in. He really was very tired, literally drained.

He didn’t know when he had closed his eyes, but somehow, He Tian was there, pressing cool fingers into the crook of his arm.

“Are you taking my pulse?”

“I’m looking for a good vein. You need more fluids.”

Guan Shan vaguely thought about fighting this newest insistence. He Tian was right though.

He Tian took his silence the wrong way.

“You don’t have to worry. I’m sated. And your scent is weak right now.”

Guan Shan felt a light sting as He Tian slid the needle in and taped it down.

Guan Shan noticed there were blankets thrown over him and his shoes were off.

“You’re scowling.”

“What time is it– where is my phone?”

He Tian handed him his phone from the coffee table. His wallet and keys were there as well next to a glass of water, pain pills and a piece of fruit. His phone was even charged to 100%. Guan Shan struggled between feeling thankful and creeped out.

“I would encourage you to stay the night.”

Guan Shan looked up from his phone, his eyebrows knitting together. He didn’t mean to wear a permanent scowl, but everyone was looking for some sort of advantage, some way to get something. The less people, and vampires, that liked him the better.

He Tian reached out a cool hand, gently gripping Guan Shan’s chin. Guan Shan felt a small thrill at the touch. He turned his nose up to break the grasp.

“The only time you dropped that scowl was around She Li.”

Guan Shan nearly dropped his phone. That was because he had nothing to fight for with She Li. At least not at that moment. Resignation. The small thought drifted through his mind. No, that wasn’t fully right. He wasn’t resigned to She Li. But he was bound.

He Tian stood up and lit a cigarette, “Why do you work for him?”

“None of your business.”

“Break contract with him and work for me. I’ll pay you more.”

Guan Shan stared at him incredulously. He couldn’t tell if He Tian was joking or serious, playing with him or offering pity. Anger boiled up and he let his voice sound sharp with it.

“Being his participant isn’t about money. It doesn’t matter if he bleeds me dry. I work for him.”

“Why.”

Guan Shan stayed silent.

He Tian sighed and tapped his cigarette, sending ash into the ashtray. “He’s dangling you in front of me, although I don’t know why.”

Guan Shan stayed silent again, not understanding what the vampire wanted to him say, or even what he should say.

“So quiet. I’m sure She Li doesn’t tell you much. Well, we have all night to talk about it. You’re snowed in.”

[valentine-cafe]

I just would like to tell Shi, that he is still very lovely despite being a vampire.

. ˚◞♡ vampire king x gn reader◞ ₊˚

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ vampire au shi

. ˚◞꒰ 🍪 ꒱ vampire king x reader ⊹ ۪ ࣪

‧꒰ character sheet . legendarium . prompt page ꒱‧

pale, delicate fingers pause. the pen falls still on parchment and ink halts. just as breath hitches in his throat.

the silver of his eyes slowly swipe from the endless swirls of his calligraphy and lyrics of poetry. they set sights on you. the fluttering of his slow heart almost surprises him. and so he tightens his grip a bit on his pen.

from the corner of his lips you see a small quirk. his eyes lower momentarily before they rise once more.

“you are. . . most kind.”

with grace, the pen is placed down and his hand makes a motion to the desk. the silk of his white sleeve swiping along the fine wood momentarily.

“will you not join me, my dear?” shī rises to his feet and steps to the side silently. placing a porcelain teapot atop the brewery. there is a chime in his presence as he steps along.

and as he glances over his shoulder to you - the calmness of wind chimes fills your ears.

“would you care for some tea?”

[shushc-blog]

@ufoneet​ / VAMP AU SC

                 [ 獅童 正義 ]

‘Stop screaming..’

They may have been in the privacy of Futaba’s home, but Shido couldn’t stand hearing her voice echoing through the room. A part of him considered this was a bad idea, but at the same time, it felt EARNED. Blood fell from his lips, fangs a familiar color of crimson. She finally knew of Masa/yoshi Shi/do’s true nature, one that was kept from the public for YEARS. Glowing irises watched as she struggled on the ground, not even attempting to help her cease the bleeding from the now bruising mark.

‘Otherwise I’ll make sure your ‘caretaker’ is dead by tomorrow.’

[shisei11]

Pyre passing some time~