#vampire!keith

[haibunnyy]

Started with some Vampire Keith x Vampire Hunter Lance and some ended up with Klance x Owari no seraph in 2024?!?!

Part 1 | Part 2

Redraw of this scene from one of my favorite anime!

Also don’t worry yall, Keith’s a vampire in this AU therefore getting stabbed in the chest is no biggie lol

[delokami]

Some more Halloween klance 🫶🏻🙇‍♀️ (first one Lance is using lipstick to paint a clown face on Keith but Keith kept kissing him and Lance had to keep redoing it lol, then the second is Keith as a vampire and Lance as a werewolf, Lance is showing how both have fangs :3 )

[klance-daydreams]

happy spooky season klance nation 🦇🎃

[harbek]

Been watching Keith Ballard aka @marrowhyena's youtube videos for almost a decade now and been meaning to make some art.

So here's a painting of Marrow in Vampire Survivors.

Also my first piece of furry art that I'm actually satisfied with!

[localthumbcache]

monsters could only stay tame for so long

some dark forms 🥰 pt 1

[freckled-moss]

If nobody got me I know Victorian Era Vampire Fem Klance got me. Can I get an amen?

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2 Commission Slots Open!

[jemaherin]

Based on this

[bakersgrief]

Ikemen Christmas trees (so far):

Ikevil:

William Rex @ask-william-rex

Harrison Gray @ask-harrison-gray

Liam Evans @askliamevans

Elbert Greetia @askelbertgreetia

Alfons Sylvatica @ask-alfons

Ellis Twilight @askellistwilight

Roger Barel @ask-roger-barel

Ikepri:

Yves Kloss @askyves

Keith Howell @askthekeiths

Silvio Ricci @asksilvioricci

Gilbert Von Obsidian @askgilbertvonobsidian

Gilbert Von Obsidian @ask-gilbertvonobsidian

Cyran Rose @ask-cyran-rose

Sariel Noir @ask-sariel-noir

Carlo @ask-ikepri-carlo

Emma @ask-ikepriemma

Roderic @askroderic-ikepri

Ikevamp:

Vlad @ask-ikevamp-vlad

Mitsuki @ask-mitsuki

Ikesen:

Mitsunari Ishida @ask-ikesen-mitsunari

Mai @ask-mai

If anyone knows of more trees I haven't listed, please let me know! I'm also happy to add oc blogs or take down blogs that don't wish to be on this list.

[litrallymad]

Vampire!Klance

i forgot to add my tumblr handle to the watermarks oh well

[finrinrinfin]

I finally got a new pen and I can use my tablet again!

[athanza]

The 8 very first crushes I ever had...

...I had my type figured out early huh

[autisticlancemcclain]

Cool fingers press lightly into his skin, yanking him from sleep. A hand shakes his shoulder. He clings stubbornly to the last dredges of unconsciousness, desperately trying to ignore the disturbance.

“Keith. Keith. Keith, baby. Get up.”

Unfortunately, this disturbance cannot be ignored.

G-d, Keith fucking hates Halloween.

“What, Lance,” he groans, flailing around blindly for a pillow and smacking it over his head. Lance waits a second, allowing naive hope to bloom in Keith’s unmoving chest, before wrenching the pillow away. Keith opens his eyes just to glare at him. “It’s one in the afternoon!”

Lance’s smile is bright and beautiful. It’s too early for that kind of shit. Keith can’t tear his eyes away.

“I changed my mind about tonight.”

Keith blinks. “…Really?”

That’s…unusual. Lance loves Halloween. Keith has been grumbling about it for decades, but his husband has never swayed, dragging Keith gleefully to pumpkin patches and Target and various thrift stores to prepare for a night of handing out candy to demanding children and teenagers alike. Keith carves a stupid pumpkin every single year. He flies up to the roof to overdecorate and Lance’s fathoming. He dumps overpriced and overpackaged candy into a stupid novelty bucket. He refrains from tearing the doorbell off the doorframe in flinging it into space. He caves, essentially, to every single one of Lance’s whims.

He used to make entire nations cower by baring his teeth. What has become of him, truly.

“I don’t. Actually. Detest this stupid holiday down to my bones,” Keith admits hesitantly, dragging himself so he’s sitting upright. “I mean, well. I do. It’s dumb and cheesy and stupid. But. You love it, so.” He is suddenly sick to his stomach, realizing that all his grumbling might have actually dimmed Lance’s adoration for Halloween, his love for all the silly traditions. As much as he’d rather not have Twilight wannabes and plucky princesses stomping all around his house all night, he will endure it for the way Lance bounces with excitement every ring of the doorbell. He has for over half a century. He thought Lance knew that.

But thankfully there is no heaviness Keith can find in Lance’s expression, no sadness dropping his shoulders. His brown eyes sparkle with the same flash of mischief they usually do; if anything they glow a little brighter, shine a little more golden in the late afternoon sun.

“Oh, please,” he says warmly, flicking the bridge of Keith’s nose. Keith’s affection, however masked, is noted. Keith lets out a sigh of relief. “If the entirety of the western world up and forgot Halloween had any meaning then you would be smug for the next two centuries, you scrooge.”

Keith inclines his head. This is true. “Then why don’t you want to hand out candy this year?”

Too energetic to be still any longer, Lance brushes his knuckles against Keith’s cheek and gets to his feet, spinning towards the window and resting dramatically upon the frame.

“Well,” he says, hand brandished theatrically on his hip, “you know how Pidge can change her appearance for tricks?”

Understanding dawns on Keith. He groans, loudly, falling back onto the mattress and throwing the duvet over his face.

“No, Lance.”

His husband isn’t deterred in the slightest. “Yes!”

“I refuse. Pidge will refuse!”

“Think of Hana! You know Shiro has her dressed as a fat baby pumpkin. You know it, Keith. Think of how cute that will be.”

That will be cute. This is true. But, as Lance so often likes to point out, they live in the age of technology. Keith is sure he will get a slew of pictures of his niece in a pumpkin costume in the next few hours.

“I’m going back to sleep. Good night.”

“Sun’s high in the sky, Count von Count.” Lance yanks the blanket from Keith grip. His smile is wide and victorious when Keith looks at him, because he knows damn well the only reason he could pull back that blanket was because Keith let him.

He knows he’s won. Keith hisses at him.

“Come on,” Lance coaxes, leaning down to kiss Keith gently. “Don’t think of it as us trick or treating. Think of it as…stealing candy from babies! We’re taking the opportunity from some kid, no? Making less to go around?”

“That’s a horrible way to put it,” Keith grumps, even though it isn’t and it’s actually really funny and Keith is furious at himself for the laugh he chokes down. “This is so stupid. We can buy our own candy, Lance.”

“But trick or treat candy has —”

“Do not say there’s magic in it.”

“—magic in it,” Lance finishes, snickering. “And lots of it.”

He shrieks as Keith lunges forward, jabbing him in the ribs until he’s breathless with laughter and protest and pinning his wrists to the mattress. He struggles against Keith’s hold, uselessly, because Keith’s grip is stronger than iron shackles and he’s too weak from giggles to put up a fight. Keith rolls his eyes at his own smile at the sound.

“That is such a dumbass reason,” he says, exasperated.

“It’s real, though,” Lance insists. “The act of freely giving a possession —”

“—imbues it with the power of good will, yeah, yeah, I know.” He leans down and bites the tongue Lance has stuck out on him, smiling slightly at how quickly the witch relents, how quickly he melts into him. Affection bleeds from him in full, Keith finds. Sometimes so potently it changes the weight of the air.

“We can gather everyone up and look like a whole crew,” Lance mumbles against his lips. “Hana in her little pumpkin. Pidge can probably pull off a ten year old without even shifting. Allura and Hunk technically haven’t aged past their teens.”

“Allura is five thousand years old,” Keith grumbles. “At least. She’s an empress. She’s too dignified for this bullshit. She houses Ra.”

“She’ll think this whole thing is funny and you know it.”

Keith sighs. “Yeah, I know.” He kisses Lance one last time before sitting up, letting his husband wiggle out of his hold and buzz around their bedroom to get ready. He draws a line through the air, pulling back the fabric of space with sparks of electric grin, and digs around the little pocket for a moment. It becomes quickly apparent as he extracts two intricately made, exaggerated costumes of a cartoon witch and vampire, that this has been the plan for a while and his husband had no doubts about Keith’s begrudging acceptance.

“I have more costumes for everyone else,” Lance says excitedly. “They’re stereotypical and gaudy and horrible. They took me hours. I can’t wait.”

“You’re a goober,” Keith says fondly. Lance beams back at him. “Let’s go get some stupid candy.”

———

the halloween verse

[sibirsk-klance]

[og-redpala-keith]

@the-vampire-lance

coran coughs, which pushes keith to break the kiss. keith looks up at him, expectantly. what is it he needs?

[backinotomehell]

Got an ear infection , medication and a wild imagination here are the IkePri men as very Australian things

Jin 100% is former prime minister Bob Hawke sculling a beer for the nation also just Australian drinking culture in general, that man would do a shoey if hyped up enough.

Chevalier walking like a vanilla slice I could just devour

Clavis is the national reading and writing hotline (1 3 double 0! 6 triple fiveeeeee 0 6)

Leon’s Vegemite coded. Dude is literally a walking jar of Vegemite. If I’m gonna be a little nicer he’s a really decent slice of Vegemite on toast.

Yves excuse moiii is Kath and Kim. No I will not expand further.

Licht the Great Emu War (he’s the emus)

Nokto is the popular boy who can run fast in primary school. (I wanna note autocorrect switched Nokto to Bokuto and I nearly cried laughing)

Luke gives me stealing Mephisto (German tank) during WW1 and also H20 just add water. Very different things I will admit. It’s like after you know him vs before you know him. Yknow?

Sariel stands by no hat no play

Rio has gotta be healthy Harold. Just something about the energy.

Gilbert was definitely inspired by tony abbot eating a raw onion on live television

Silvio is the Harold Holt Memorial Swimming Pool, dedicated to a former prime minister who drowned to death.

Keith bby boy is making sure you’re taking your inner health plus today

[freckled-moss]

Happy Easter or something