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prumano vampire hunting AU :>
Romano for some reason doesn't shoot the annoying albino vampire who's favourite drink isn't even bIood 🍺
bonus
#50 rebIogs and I post a bonus spicy sketch 😼#prumano#vampire hunting au#vampire au#artists on tumblr#art#digital art#fanart#hetalia#hetalia fanart#украрт#aph romano#aph prussia#hws romano#hws prussia#gilbert beilschmidt#lovino vargas#romano vargas#aph south italy#hws south italy#comic#comics#comic art#sketch#vampire#vampire hunting
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Kate Bishop & Yelena Belova Vampire!AU
"She looked so pretty like the Devil."
#hawkeye#black widow#kate bishop#yelena belova#kate bishop x yelena belova#yelena belova x kate bishop#bishova#hailee steinfeld#florence pugh#sinners (2025)#vampire kate bishop#***#is it really an AU if your mother was murdered by your dad and then was resurrected as a half-vampire?#vampire hunter!yelena hunting down an evil vampire katie-kate???#it's family business after all#yelena relents and learns to compromise because i guess kate's Just eating boys (and drinking but not draining girls)#the way I'm too seated for sinners is terrifying the staff at the cinema#do NOT ask me how long it took me to colour match this on a colour inaccurate screen
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Character intro:
Wally
Extra lore dump below
So yeah, Vampires are special because theyre actually manmade.
Vampires where created centuries ago, long before Human and Mythic agreed to live together peacefully. There were still fights between the two and Humanity was on the losing end. It was due to this that led to some royal family trying to play god and turn themselves into a mythic only for it to cause disaster and destruction.
Fun fact, the term vampire stems from their place of origin, Vamais. While not all vampires come from there, there are few that still exist who once lived in Vamais. You can easily tell if a vampire was once a Vami from their unique facial features (no visible nose and facial hair, not even eyebrows) and striking blue hair.
#I'll be introducing the characters one by one#staring with the vampire king and his court#which ive been planning to do since the beginning lol#im actually taking most of these concepts from my own story which im currently worldbuilding#welcome home#welcome home au#welcome home hvh au#welcome home hunter vs hunted au#welcome home wally#wally darling#vampire wally#digital art#my art#nomi arts
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Hunt vs. Hunted AU
(a.k.a Vampire Wally AU)
Meet the Cast Part 1 || 2 || 3
Poppy gets her own canvas because im biased--jk
A lil bit of infordump for each character :3
Frank ★ Gargoyle
Frankie boi is a doctor in his eyes. He's labelled a quack and a criminal by many because he practices medicine without a doctor's license, which is illegal. That and several reports of unethical experiments, but mostly because he doesn't have a license.
He met Wally through Barnaby who asked for him to heal the vampire (who was injured at the time) in exchange for shelter and protection from bounty hunters
Julie ★ Demon
Bbg was summoned by a cult who was immediately apprehended by police officials. With no way to go back home, she moved from place to place being a menace to society
She eventually found her way into Wally's Mansion and became their tenant
Sally ★ San Elmo
Okioki so San Elmo is a Philippine mythological creature which is basically just a ball of fire-- anyways, Sally came down to earth to experience the earth life but then became a local deity à la burning person = God
She ended up burning a whole city and Wally, who was there to witness shit go down, decided to take her in because accidental genocide is a "same hat" moment
Poppy ★ Phoenix
Poppy is an angel. She is the definition of perfect, she has no flaws whatsoever-- she's also the last of her kind.
Poppy, alongside Barnaby, was the one to find Wally at his weakest and help nurture him back to health (literally an angel, how can anybody hate her)
Also some extra sketches of Sally + Barnaby
#:3#>:3#I'll work on the others soon lol#welcome home#vampire wally au#i need a better name for this au but like people already know this as vampire wally au so i might as well keep it--#welcome home frank#frank frankly#welcome home julie#julie joyful#welcome home sally#sally starlet#welcome home poppy#poppy partrige#welcome home fanart#digital art#my art#eeart#welcome home vampire wally au#welcome home hunt vs. hunted AU
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feast (ID in alt)
#vashwood#vash the stampede#nicholas d wolfwood#trigun#trigun maximum#tw blood#im posting this so late because october escaped me Suddenly.. hello....#i wanted to make it a photoset with this other vampire vw wip but i don't think i'm finishing it any time soon and the mood of it is#completely different anyway. also i don't think i ever shared anything about my vampire au on here !!! it's all old art by now so im shy lo#but maybe i'll do a photodump of it. long story short vash is a vampire since birth and ww is a human vampire hunter that turns during thei#travels together due to EoM experiments + getting vash to drink from him at some point.#humans turn once they get bitten but bc ww has been experimented on#& got bitten by a bunch of human turned vampires thruout his hunts he thought it wouldn't be a problem for vash to drink from him but alas.#theyre both ok though theyre traveling together definitely not hating themselves for what theyve become and feeling guilty for what theyve#done to each other. theyre completely normal about it. the biting part is really appealing to me in vampire aus so i draw it a lot but#in reality vash only drank from ww once and ww mightve done it twice under the realization he might actually die otherwise#since he wont drink from humans after being turned.... he's combatting the 5 stages of grief at all times#if this is all nonsense im sorry DMGKSDF I'M NOT good at explaining and this au came from nowhere in the depths of my mind its a mess#ruporas art
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Vampire Mercedes lore doodles (and vampire Lorenz bullying)
#carrying over my posts from twitter choo chooooo#these were stewing on twit for a bit cuz I had other doodles I wanted to doodle#BUT ALAS even doodles take time and energy. maybe in 3-4 months from now#2023 art#fe3h#mercedes von martritz#Lorenz Hellmen Gloucester#in this AU mercedes can go outside and enter rooms and stuff she just cannot see her reflection#lorenz cannot eat certain things but otherwise hes good to go#well that and the blood drinking stuff#i can't write fics but i would like everyone to imagine in their head the comedy hijinks of Ingrid Felix and Ashe trying to hunt a vampire#while Mercie Annie and Sylvain are like woah vampire?? so weeeeird#Annie knocking over and smashing things into every mirror while mercie stands there like#'you could have also just put a sheet on it...?“#meanwhile Dimitri is fighting his own demons he has no idea what's going on communication is dead just like his dad#Lorenz going on a lore dump about Gloucester's history w vampires#hilda rolls her eyes but when she looks over at Claude he's furiously taking notes the absolute nerd
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💞 — 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍'𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒, 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄.
💞 — in which vil invites a vampire hunter to live in your castle as a guard. this hunter seems to enjoy pressing your buttons quite a bit.
💞 — vampire!vil schoenheit x vampire!reader x vampire hunter!rook hunt (implied poly)
💞 — warnings: SUGGESTIVE!! nothing crazy, but it is suggestive, hopefully in the gothic romantic sort of way. obvi, blood, mentions of gore. rook says "bon appetit" at some point. vil and reader are "married" but in the eternal partners thanks to immortality sort of way
💞 — 2.2k words. HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY @v-anrouge!!! when i was wondering what i should write, i remembered you were the one who gave me the thought of vampire hunter!rook which has completely haunted me since. i wish you a million more happy days <33 think imma do a whole au tagged as "𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐄." bc wow i miss vampire stories
Vil could not have been serious about this.
You looked at him in disbelief as he sat at the luxurious table. He ignored your look of disbelief and continued to sip from his wine glass, the rid liquid sloshing to and fro. Any idiot would assume it was just wine or fruit cordial, but no, this was a bit too thick to be either. Your eyes then darted to the smiling blonde bowing at the both of you. That bastard hunter that you and your kind were constantly trying to get away from. He was grinning without a care as if he was not in the presence of one of the most feared vampires in all of the Twisted Wonderland.
“You don’t look too pleased to see me, mon vampire,” he said, tilting his head to the side, smile ever present.
It took everything in you not to scrunch your nose, “What vampire would be pleased at the sight of a hunter?” you retorted, before looking back at Vil. You assumed he was bluffing when he told you he would employ a vampire hunter to keep watch over the castle. You knew why he did it—all that power came with enemies and artifacts that all manner of magical creatures wanted to steal for themselves. But come on, you hoped he would settle for a protective spell.
Vil finally sighed, “He won’t harm you, or me if he knows what’s best for him.”
“Oh, Roi du Poison, no need for worries. I could never dream of tarnishing such beauty,” he replied, standing straight again. Despite that smile of his, there was something sinister beneath it all. He was hiding something, that much was clear.
“Vil, darling, you can’t be serious—”
All the vampire did was stand and make his way over to you, standing behind your seat and placing one of his hands onto your shoulders, and then he used the other to cup your chin so that you were glancing over at him, “Stress ages the skin. Relax your brows,” he told you. Your immortality would keep you from aging just fine, yet he still insisted that you follow these human regiments with him.
After a moment, you sighed, letting your shoulders drop before sending a half-hearted glare at the hunter, “Fine,”
“Good,” Vil moved away from you and to the blonde hunter, his hand quickly grasping his jaw, “And you,”
“Yes?” Rook asked, practically beaming over the fact that the poisonous vampire himself was touching him. He could barely keep himself from reaching out and embracing the vampire.
Before this, he had just been admiring you and your spouse. All of this was like something from one of his dreams. Here he was, in that gothic castle which he had only seen in paintings, with the famed vampires hiding in it. Rook could not wait till he was free to explore the place and uncover the magical secrets that were hidden there. Perhaps he would even get the chance to collect skeletons from the closets.
Your glares were exhilarating and Vil’s touch was just… arousing. This was the type of opportunity he would kill for. He probably did kill for it, no one could know when it came to him.
Vil’s lavender eyes traced over the hunter’s face, before narrowing in on his eyes, “You will be on your best behavior, yes?”
Rook nodded, placing a hand on his chest, “Of course, my queen.”
“Darling, quit your pouting already,” Vil said, glancing at you through the mirror as you tended to his hair. He never let anyone tend to his beauty process, but you. Who would not trust their eternal lover? He began to rub a serum into his skin, “I know you’re not happy, but you’re a vampire, not a toddler.”
You nearly tugged his hair at that, “You know how I feel about vampire hunters,” you told him, “And him? Of all the hunters to bring into our home, you have to bring the one with the most kills under his belt—if he tries anything, I’ll… I—���
“We’ll both feed off of him. Don’t worry,” he said, cutting you off as he turned around to face you. One of his hands reached for the brush and he set it at the vanity behind him while gazing up at you. His hands cupped your hips and forced you closer, “You worry too much. If he messes up, he’ll make for a great meal.”
His hands trailed up and down—hips, to thighs, hips, to waist—he had done this thousands of times before, “You’ve heard of his skill, his strength. A man with such endurance must have plenty of blood… all that running and fighting he does has to show in the health of his arteries. I’ll even let you use those fancy chalices you like,”
Oh, Sevens. He was so attractive when he went into his informative tangents.
A blush covered your cheeks and your hands reached to grab onto his shoulders so that you could balance yourself. Centuries later he still managed to make you blush like a rose. He claimed you were his spouse, but sometimes you felt more like a devout worshipper. His body was the shrine you bowed to, your love was the offerings you held out to him.
“I just ask that you play nice,” he said, his hand drifting from your hip, up to your cheek. A smirk came to his lips as he tugged your face towards him. He smirked when your eyes trailed over to his mouth, “You can do that, right?”
All you could do was nod in response.
“Good,” And finally, he gave in and kissed you, teasingly dragging his fangs along your bottom lip. Vil knew how much you loved when he did that, he could feel it in the little shift you did as he held you close. He pulled away after a moment, just to let his hands dip down to the back of your legs and pull you into his lap, “Now, let me take care of you.”
Living in the castle with Rook was strange, but not completely horrible. He had so much to satisfy his curiosity, so most days you did not see him unless you were in places that he was monitoring. You caught him a few times in the secret tunnels beneath the castle, and the various hiding places that no one knew about.
He tried to get into your good graces with his… strange shows of affection. Last night, when he was walking you home from the opera, he told you how much he wished you would let your rage control so that you would sink your teeth into his pale freckled skin.
Strange, and yet your mind drifted back to the thought of it. Letting go of your control and pouncing onto the hunter, tearing the collar of his shirt, piercing that pretty skin of his. You forced the thoughts out of your mind when you began to imagine what his gasps and whimpers may have sounded like.
Vil seemed to be much more quick to let up when it came to Rook. He did not think the green-eyed hunter was a threat and just let him share his amorous and romantic poetry. At the dinner table, he would laud you and your Queen, comparing himself to the knights of yore, bound to protect and never to touch—and Vil did not interrupt him once. He looked pleased, instead, amused even.
Even more absurd was when Vil began letting Rook help him out with his clothes or his makeup. That had truly caught you off-guard, but you still did not seem to let up on your suspicions. He was just so unsettling sometimes, despite his sweet moments. You worried he would turn around and set a trap for you, or worse, for Vil.
Vil could take care of himself, but you loved him too much to not worry.
“Ah, mon vampire!”
You turned around when the hunter suddenly called out for you. Of course, he just happened to be in the gardens at the same time as you, “Rook,” you muttered, “Do you never sleep?”
He quickly took his spot at your side, his hand drifting to hover around the small of your back, “Now why would I tell a predator like you when I am most vulnerable?” he asked, this thumb sliding over your spine a bit. His green eyes looked a little more threatening for a moment, “That would make me a poor hunter, non?”
That look in his eyes made you shiver.
“I suppose you are right about that.”
You were sure you could take him on in a fight, but you also wished Vil was out here too. Rook always seemed a little more behaved in the presence of Vil, since he was more of a threat than you were—or perhaps Rook just enjoyed toying with you more. When the two of you were alone, Rook seemed more like the bloodthirsty creature, except he thirsted for your ire. He was just begging to be your meal with the way he acted.
His touch grew firm, “Looking for an escape?” he asked, raising a brow, smiling at you. He looked quite pleased with himself.
“No,” you retorted, a little blush coloring your cheeks, “That’s what you should be doing.”
Rook laughed at that and his hand moved off your back and to your hand instead. Gently, he tugged you with him deeper into the gardens, “I would never want to escape from you. No matter how vicious you became,” he told you, affectionately.
You scoffed, “I don’t believe that for a minute,”
“You don’t?”
“Of course not. You’d run with your tail between your legs just as the other mortals do.”
He tugged you a bit harder once he came to a stop, forcing you to fall against him. The blonde nearly shivered as your hands met his chest to steady yourself, “Mon vampire,” he whispered, “You and I both know I would never run from those gorgeous fangs of yours,” he said as his free hand cupped your jaw.
The foolish hunter was guiding your face toward his pale neck. A soft growl came from the back of your throat, “Stupid hunter,” you muttered. That familiar bloodlust began to seep from your every pore.
“Go on,” he cooed, “bon appétit.”
You decided to give in—his blood just smelled too good. You brushed his blonde hair behind his ear before slipping a hand behind his neck to force him closer to you, causing him to place his hands on either side of your head, against one of the pillars in the gardens.
Fangs glittered beneath the night sky like swords on the battlefield, his neck was your enemy. All you wanted to do was suck him dry, and end that dull beating you could hear where his blood was rushing. Vil had told you athletic people carried more blood. He shivered as your tongue swiped against his neck.
“Ah—wetting my neck to make it easier? You are just so—”
Before he could finish with his teasing, you quickly and violently sunk your fangs into his neck, humming in satisfaction as his blood hit your tongue. His body tensed up for a moment and then he relaxed, leaning his body against you, pinning you to the pillar. He gasped a bit at your harsh sucking, but never once did his protest.
Instead, his fingers tenderly carded through your hair, “Mmm… Tu es merveilleux.”
You could not even bring yourself to pull away and reply to his compliments, instead opting to dig your fangs in even deeper. The blood began to drip down your chin, Vil would scold you for that, but you did not care. His blood was delicious.
“What have I told you about getting blood on your clothes when you’re feeding?”
Speak of the devil—erm, vampire.
Quickly, you pulled away from Rook’s neck and you were just about to wipe your face on your sleeve, until you felt Vil’s sharp glare and Rook’s hand grasp your arm in time.
The hunter gave you a teasing smile, before turning his attention to Vil.
There was a frown on Vil’s face, “I can’t believe you managed to make such a mess in the five minutes that I have left you alone.”
“Merci, I do my best.”
“It wasn’t a compliment. Look what you have done to mein schätzelein,” he scolded, as he took out a handkerchief to wipe up your mouth for you. His attention was now on gently wiping away the blood that dripped down to your chin and onto your chest. He patted it down, careful not to rub too hard. A brief look of hunger flashed in his eyes as he wiped the blood. He nearly bent down to lick it off of you instead. “Such a mess... and I thought we promised we’d feed on him together? Greed is not a pretty look for you.”
The flush on your cheeks brightened, much to both of their amusement.
“Don’t scold them, Roi du Poison. It was my fault. I was teasing too much,” Rook interrupted before you could speak. One of his hands trailed down your back, while the other slipped around Vil’s waist, “But since you’re here now, you can have a taste as well.”
Vil rolled his eyes, “I am much better at controlling myself,”
That was a lie. His eyes kept drifting between the pierce marks on Rook’s neck and the little bit of blood stuck on the corner of your lips.
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someone asked me what if adam and steve switched vampire and werewolf...
And then since my monsters are purposefully not much visually different because of metaphors, I went more traditional vampire and werewolf...
and then I got carried away...
#they look really good....#the nature of having a long running webcomic with your blorbos#is that whenever you make an AU#or something#or youre like 'what would they look like with long hair?'#or something along those lines#you get hit with this wave of I SHOULD HAVE BEEN DOING THIS...!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#I dont think that though#this would be like an entirely different comic#plus adam is getting locs in the epilogue so#ughhh they look SO fucking good though#also lmfao#steve as a vampire still having some beard even though vampires dont traditionally have much hair#and then adam still not having much body hair despite werewolves traditionally being hairy#THEY WOULDNT HAVE FELT LIKE THEMSELVES...#we're already pushing it here okay...#anyways#I loooove them#I love making little aus#in this one I like to think that theyre like. steve has a big vampire house#and adam rides a motorcycle#and they do night hunting together. or something#idk it can be a story of forbidden love#some romeo and juliet shit or something like that#maybe enemies to lovers. idk I only just got here#anyways.#time and time again#ttawebcomic#time and time again au#adam and steve
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cw: vampires, blood drinking, gn but reader wears feminine clothing, making out, suggestive/implied content, 16+ please
Vil said he hated to share, but he seemed to make an exception for Rook.
The vampires caged you in, Vil in front and Rook behind. Where else would Vil be, but where you would be forced to look directly at him, to worship his every move? Rook was satisfied in the back, watching the two of you but keeping his arms around your waist. He didn’t have to be the centre of attention like Vil, but that didn’t mean Rook was willing to step aside completely.
Vil’s hand holds the back of your neck, keeping your lips locked with his. The kiss is needy and desperate; you think he’s trying to put on a performance of sorts, in front of Rook. To show him that no matter what, you’ll always be his first.
Rook is unbothered, content to hold you on his lap, hands drifting from your waist to your smoothing over the top of your stocking-covered thighs.
It was Vil’s idea to dress you up, but Rook was equally as delighted for you to play doll. They’d both agreed; white was your colour. You wondered if it was because of their vampirism; the desire to corrupt something pure, to see you as something opposite to their darkness.
That’s how you’d ended up dressed in this fancy lace. Between Vil and Rook’s resources, no expense was spared on your little outfit. The scarlet silk robe they’d given you had already come off as soon as Vil insisted you move from the couch to the bed.
Vil finally pulls away, giving you time to breathe. The reprieve doesn’t last long, as he demands Rook shift so he can have better access to your neck.
Rook moves you off his lap to sit in between your legs on the edge of the bed. Vil gently pushes your shoulders so you’re laying down.
He leans in close to your face, dropping a kiss on your cheek and whispering, “Are you alright, my dear?”
You look between Vil and Rook, both awaiting your confirmation, before nodding.
“Stop us if you need to, mon ange. I’m afraid vampires have a difficult time realizing we’re being too rough when dealing with such an adorable human.” Rook, still sitting by the edge of the bed, bends down to kiss your ankle cheekily.
“Not just adorable.” Vil says, a hint of something unidentifiable in his tone. “Someone we love. Have I ever told you that? This part…it’s different when we care.”
“You’ve mentioned it,” you reply. “Tell me more?”
“Perhaps we can save this discussion for later. I’m sorry, darling, but I feel I must have you now. Only if you feel the same, of course.”
Your cheeks flush, and you mumble an affirmation of your enthusiasm for what he desires.
Vil brings a silk pillow and uses it to prop up your head comfortably. You close your eyes as he begins to press gentle kisses along your throat.
You feel Rook settle between your legs. He turns one of them onto its side, giving him access to the inside of your thigh.
“May I taste your blood as well, MC? Two vampires biting you at once is quite the sensual experience but, of course, we will not take too much at once.”
“I’ll make sure of it,” Vil adds on.
“Please,” you breathe.
With your closed eyes, you miss the invigoration that lights their faces at your words. They return to peppering kisses onto you; Vil on your neck, Rook on your thigh.
When they can’t hold on much longer, Vil pulls away, breath hot on your skin as he mumbles into your throat: “Ready, darling?”
At your confirmation, the two place one last sweet kiss on you before they finally sink their fangs deliciously deep into your flesh.
The pain and pleasure swirl in your head - all you can think about is them. The way their fangs are nestled into you like they belong there. They hold you tightly to them, eager to feast on every part of you. There’s a sense of urgency and desperation, as though they’ll never be able to satiate the hunger that draws them into your flesh.
You writhe beneath them, unable to stop quiet breaths and moans from spilling from your parted lips. The feeling of two vampires having you at once is almost unbearable, but instead you find it utterly intoxicating.
Vil moans shamelessly against your neck, too engulfed in pleasure to be able to remain prim and proper like he always insisted on being.
Rook’s arms shift, circling around your waist from below and pulling your entire lower body closer to him as he continues to drink passionately from your thigh.
Once the pain fades, all that’s left is the rush. It washes over you like a wave, pleasure rolling down your body from where Vil feeds from your neck to where Rook drinks from your thigh.
It’s not just the physical feeling, either.
There’s a pleasure of sorts that comes purely from the thought of two beautiful men drinking your blood. Your men. Your vampires. Their voracious appetites left no doubt about their love for you.
You wouldn’t have it any other way.
#definitely didn’t start this early october and not even finish it before halloween 🤡#twst x reader#vil schoenheit x reader#rook hunt x reader#vil x reader#rook x reader#vil schoenheit#rook hunt#twst vampire au#twst#twisted wonderland#16+
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CRACKSHIP gifs→ Sebastian Stan x Phoebe Tonkin x Joseph Morgan
for you
#sebastian stan#phoebe tonkin#jaseph morgan#sebastianstanedit#sstanedit#phoebetonkinedit#ptonkinedit#josephmorganedit#jmorganedit#gif#gifs#gif hunt#au#crossover#crackship#crackships#manip#manips#edit#bucky barnes#the winter soldier#hayley marshall#klaus mikaelson#the vampire diaries#the originas
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i offer you more vampire villaneve
#(i don't think she's scared)#killing eve#villaneve#villanelle#eve polastri#killing eve fanart#art#my art#vampire au#vampire eve is so personal to me i need her#i like the thought of eve as a vampire because she's literally hunting for villanelle#she's Hunting For Her
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the bonus spicy sketch is served
#cw suggestive#prumano#vampire hunting au#romano tummy#← it deserves a tag#aph prussia#aph romano#hws prussia#hws romano#aph south italy#hws south italy#hetalia#hetalia fanart#artists on tumblr#art#digital art#fanart#украрт#арткозацтво#ukrart#sketch#vampire au#vampire#gilbert beilschmidt#lovino vargas#romano vargas#aph#hws
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Made a demon eclipse
looks like he's out to hunt pesky vampires today
#art#fantasy#adventure#demons#triditional art#au#fnaf#fnaf daycare attendant#fnaf fanart#fnaf fandom#eclipse fnaf#sun and moon fanart#sun and moon security breach#solar sun and moon show#sun and moon fnaf#fnaf eclipse#eclipse#fnaf fan art#fnaf art#fnaf au#fnaf security breach#fnaf daycare au#fnaf dca#digital drawing#digital art#eclipse dca#demon oc#demon#demon au#vampire hunting
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Asteria, Ciro, Juno
#purplearts#chonny jash#cccc#chonnys charming chaos compendium#cj soul#cj mind#cj heart#moonlit roses/hunting#vampire au.... ive had this au for a while now im just finally getting around to coloring things for them#.. so. expect more art of them soon because i am sooooo normal about them#(if you're curious about them you can always ask about them here or join the cjfs thread ajdjghs)#mrh asteria#mrh ciro#mrh juno
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Hunt vs. Hunted AU
(a.k.a. Vampire Wally AU)
Meet the Kardashians—i mean the Pillars
Part 1 || 2 || 3
Character line-up (Oldest to youngest)
So a bit of character Info:
There were more of them, but given the dangers of the monster hunter's profession, theyre the only ones left.
Hannah Pillar
She isn't the actual eldest sibling of the bunch, but among those who are still alive and somewhat sane, she is the oldest. A former mercenary whose main weapons were firearms. She was quite successful in her career but a traumatic incident happened that led to her not being able to weild a gun anymore. She eventually got hired as a desk worker in H.A. (Hunter's Assossiation) mainly handing out missions or intel to monster hunters.
She has a stable relationship with all of her siblings, sometimes the person everyone tells their worries to. She's nutruing and mature, but can also be quite cold and strict when need be. She is also often apathetic to things around her, something that got carried over even after she stopped being a hunter.
Harvey Pillar
Acting second oldest, Harvey is the genius of the group, or so he constantly claims himself to be. There is truth to what he says though since he works as a researcher in H.A. where he gathers information about the various mythical creatures the company had captured. Once, he used to admire this type of work until witnessing a thing or two which led him to be quite nihilistic. He's mainly just in it for the bragging rights and the money now.
Complete drama queen. Heidonistic and arrogant, he can come off as an asshole once he opens his mouth. Hannah keeps him in check most of the time. He does try to act like a big brother but struggles to be sincere about anything because he thinks it's a weakness. Very insecure, easily gets envious, especially of Howdy. For as vocal as he is, he does have many skeletons in his closet.
Howdy Pillar
A very popular hunter that is crowned The Hero of the Century, succeeding his late older brother, Howard Pillar. This is all due to his countless instances of saving people from dangerous monsters, especially feral vampires. Add this and his family background, he was made the H.A.'s face man, appearing in many interviews and posters for the company. He is quite the busy man, and Hannah usually acts as his manager, helping him with his packed schedule.
Howdy is closest with Hannah, but he also enjoys the banters he gets with Harvey. Charismatic and witty, many would think he is a perfect person, the ideal hero. The reality of it though is that Howdy is only in it for the revenge of his deceased siblings. While he smiles and acts relaxed in public, he is otherwise serious and gruff. Doesnt trust easy either. He also doesnt like how the media portrays him and would try to avoid being detected by anybody while he's on the job.
Here's a sketch lol
Honey Pillar
The youngest of the group. She is the black sheep of the family, refusing to associate with H.A. or monster hunting in general, and choosing a career as an actress instead. Despite the controversy that came with this decision, Honey ended up becoming famous because of her alluring personality on the screen.
Aside from Hannah, she despises everyone. She hates Howdy especially because of an instance that lead to her twin sister's death and her loss of 2 arms. She hates Harvey a little less but prefers not talking to him at all. Honey is a drama queen herself, but in a less direct way.
#this will probs be the last post i make for a while#i have to focus on my acads so my activity here will be dead lmao#therare some stuff Ive got planned tho! like a couple animatics ive been dying to finish and show yall#so just expect that :3#in the mean time#see yall after my break lol--#welcome home#welcome home fanart#welcome home oc#welcome home howdy#howdy pillar#welcome home vampire wally au#i might actually change this to a different title bc vampire wally is too common a name lol--#lmao#vampire wally au#welcome home hunt vs. hunted AU
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✧ sequel to my vampire eddie microfic because i had the urge to write a scene from steve's pov and make it super sweet so have 1k of a fluffy morning after ✧
Everything is so warm.
Steve rubs his nose deeper into the sheets with a content sigh, basking in the glow of a soft morning.
"What are you still doing here?!"
Blearily, Steve pulls his eyes open, slowly shifting in place to survey the room around him. He's alone, which is a major bummer, he's gonna have to dock points from Eddie for that. Then again, he muses as he looks over the clothes that are hanging from everywhere, including on top of the ceiling fan, maybe a few points don't matter much when he's definitely up in the hundreds already.
Oh shit, that's the brand new outfit, the one he and Robin spent hours agonizing over before their night out, thrown across the floor, isn't it? Fuck.
"Be polite, he's a guest -"
Steve stretches out his back, lifting his sore arms up towards the sky where his hands brush against the muscle tee, the one on the ceiling fan, that Eddie was wearing last night. Oh, now there's an idea.
With a smirk, Steve pulls the tee down and onto himself, fluffing out his hair and hoping today is one of those days he can pull off the bedhead look.
"Eddie?" he calls out softly as he steps out of the bedroom, rubbing at one of his eyes, the one on the side that was squished up against Eddie all night (well, not all night...).
"Stevie!"
His voice is loud and happy, far more chipper than Steve expected from a vampire after a long night. He blinks, looking up to see Eddie beaming at him with flour dusting his hair and a whisk in one hand. The sunlight filters through with the shades to cast lines of light across him and with the way he's smiling, Steve doesn't think he's ever seen a prettier sight.
"I was just making breakfast for you, I wasn't sure if you were a morning person but I figure, y'know, sun-kissed skin and whatnot, it'd make sense if you were -"
He can't help it, Steve lets out a giggle, something small and light, something he used to never let himself have. But Eddie's smile makes it so worth it. Steve smiles back shyly, gliding in closer and stroking a hand up Eddie's arm (he's wearing a different shirt, maybe he took it out of his closet?). "You're making me breakfast?"
The vampire sighs dreamily as he looks into Steve's eyes, his fangs peeking out from his dopey little smile. There's so much flour in his hair, did he forget to tie it up before starting to cook? "Yeah..."
"That's so sweet," Steve coos, bringing his hands up to cup Eddie's face, pull him in closer and nuzzle their noses together. "Thank you, Eds."
He slowly opens his eyes and stifles back a giggle at how desperately cute Eddie's expression is, eyes flickering between Steve's face and his own shirt, cheeks flushed pink with Steve's blood. He has a feeling that if vampires had tails, Eddie's would be wagging uncontrollably right now.
"So, what're you making me?" he whispers, dragging his nose down the curve of Eddie's jaw, breathing in his scent of iron and cranberries (did he have some juice? or does blood just smell like cranberries on a vampire?).
"I - uh, ha -" Eddie swallows and Steve tracks the motion with the bridge of his nose, peeking up over Eddie's shoulder to look at -
"Shit, is that the time?!"
"Wha -"
Steve shoves himself away from Eddie, rushing back into the bedroom and slamming the door shut. He frantically pulls off the tee (goodbye cozy morning, sigh) and grabs his skirt from last night - no stains on it, or on his top, thank fuck.
"Stevie?"
"Gimme a sec!" Steve calls out, crawling out from under the bed with his shoes in hand. Fuck, fuck, fuck, how did it get so late, Robin's gonna be so mad -
"What's -"
"I'm so sorry, Eddie!" Steve yanks the door open, guilt curdling up his insides when he sees Eddie waiting outside his own bedroom door with a hopeful-turned-distressed expression. He walks past him, hopping on one leg as he puts a shoe on. "I have a thing I need to get to, I honestly forgot until I saw the time -"
"Pfft, likely story," a random voice says.
He spins to stare at the sofa, where three people are strewn about, legs and arms overlapping each other. Only one of them is awake, a bleary-eyed, wavy-haired guy that's glaring at Steve.
"Shoulda thought of that excuse before he started nagging at us."
"It's not an excuse," Steve snaps, finally managing to get his second shoe on. "I have brunch -"
"Told you, dude," the guy lazily rolls his eyes over to Eddie, sending a hot flash of anger through Steve.
"Oh fuck you," he hisses, pointedly grabbing Eddie's hand (the one without the whisk, why is he still holding it?) and pulling him in closer. He glares at Eddie, who's staring at him with big doe eyes, softening at the gaze. "I'm really sorry I can't stay, Eds."
"But...waffles?" he says quietly, like he's confused, like Steve isn't making any sense.
And he isn't, not really, but he can't afford to be late to the Robin-and-Steve-Monthly-Gossip-Brunch after they both missed the past two months already, third time's the charm and he does not want to find out what that charm would be for.
"I'm sorry," he says again, wincing when Eddie visibly deflates. Steve presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth, just so he doesn't get distracted and lose even more time, and pats his chest. "I was really looking forward to breakfast with you."
A little bit of shine comes back to Eddie's eyes, flickering over from Steve to the window. He speeds away, whisk clattering somewhere in the kitchen, as Steve blinks and suddenly he's back, holding up his leather jacket towards Steve with a shy smile.
"'S cold out. Take my jacket?" Eddie asks and Steve pulls him in, flour-hair and all, for the deepest, filthiest kiss he can give, swallowing down his gasp, his moan and every last sliver of his minty breath.
"Thanks, babe." Steve whispers, pulling the jacket on (at least it makes up for the muscle tee failure) and relishing in the warmth. He opens the front door, presses one final, chaste kiss to Eddie's lips and walks out, the smell of cranberries sticking to his skin.
Eddie watches Steve leave in his jacket with a sigh, already longing for that pretty voice to say "Eds" to him again.
"You know," Gareth says from the couch, which pops the blissful balloon Eddie was happily floating in. He turns to glare at his three friends, all lounging on the couch even after he told them to be presentable. Gareth continues, "You know, you could have offered to drop him off. He'd get there faster and you'd get more time with him too. I mean, did you even get his number?"
Silence. Then -
"Fuck!"
#sailor✧writes#steddie#steveddie#ficlet#writing#au content: vampire#this was so much fun#i debated having hints of vampire hunter steve who actually doesn't want to hunt them but then i thought eh let's have it sweet for now
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