✘Demi☠︎︎ ྀི

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ ꒷꒦꒷꒦⭑Freaky just got fabulous⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦

[nakedacorn]

♡happy valentines♡

The couple ever

Been in love <3 with these two since their first video dropped

Barnaby & Oscar from @dervampireprince

Also the stickers on barnaby are the trans flag, the (band) ghost logo/symbol, and one that’s supposed to say “byte me” but is slightly cut off

[demonic-charcuterie]

These two are my absolute favorites!

[demonic-charcuterie]

It’s been a while since I drew someone fanart

Ocs by: @dervampireprince

[raysome]

In a world of AO3 warriors, I'm forever a Tumblr Trooper...

[raeboxx]

Oh fantasy krbk. I’ll forever treasure you

[demonic-charcuterie]

I will forever more Yuzuya for making this lol

[yoditopascal]

It’s actually so criminal how little fanart fics and merch exist for Hell’s Paradise 😭 it’s so fucking good and Chobe/Chobei is so FINE y’all sleeping on it way to HEAVY f’me 😤

[fioblah]

more more more

tip jar

[that1geek06]

"English isn't my-"

Hush now my friend, and let me read the absolute beauty of a fic that you have bestowed this world and humiliated the first English speakers with

[floradinn]

Vincent Charbonneau x Female Reader headcanons

He leaves you for a man

[ffwix2]

Pawbert x Gary ig

[ami-ami-ambrose]

Just finished reading the Shadows House manga (Chapters 1-222) dude I’m so ILL THIS SERIES IS SO GOOD WHY ISN’T IT MORE POPULAR

I started with the anime first and like. Nothing could’ve prepared me for the amount of twists and turns in this series and how deep it goes jesusssssss

[demonic-charcuterie]

I just started this today and on episode 10 it’s so good

[fuzziiwuzzii]

I'm so happy it's canon that Claudia and Santiago are besties for life!!! ^^ What day is it again? :3

[faelinda]

To be loved by death

Interview with the Vampire: Santiago x fem!reader 

Rating: Explicit 

WC: 1.5 k 

Prompt: “That’s an awful lot of blood” for @sweetspicybingo (Hurt/Comfort Bingo Collection)

Warnings: Heavy on the blood play, stalking, oral (f receiving), manipulation, mind control, biting, thigh riding

Summary: You become Santiago's prey

A/n: Ben Daniels as Santiago has a hold on me. First time diving into writing for this fandom that I've loved for so long

A sense of dread crept up your spine as you took the last sip of your coffee at the quaint cafe on the corner. Your eyes darted around, but nothing suspicious lingered in your view. You placed the cup back on the saucer, the ceramic clinking together as you stood and left the money on the table. You hurried across the cobblestones, feeling like someone or something was following you. It was a feeling you couldn’t explain, but it felt like danger loomed in the distance, concealed in the shadows of night. 

Your pulse pounded in your throat. Heady and unstable. The pavement slapped beneath your worn leather shoes, the pointed heels scraping against the grooves. One unsteady movement caused your downfall and sent you spilling across the ground. Your palms scraped against the concrete as the rough surface tore through your stockings and resulted in skinned knees. Tears of humiliation burned your eyes as you swallowed down the pain. You were thankful this pathway through the park was abandoned this time of night; otherwise, you would have curled into a ball of shame.

“My, my, you took quite the spill.”

You lifted your head at the sound of the voice, shaking the loose curls out of your face as you peered around, your heart racing with anticipation. It was quite odd because it sounded like the voice surrounded all sides of you, echoing through the stagnant night air.  You gasped as a man appeared in front of you. Older with coiffed white hair and stunning blue eyes. Eyes that were not of this world, and something about them made you shiver. The black cape he wore surrounded him ominously as it billowed around his legs.

“What were you running from, ma chérie? Was a wolf chasing after the little lamb?”

You scooted away from him, your palms leaving a trail of blood along the cold ground, frowning as he taunted you. How dare he? He didn’t know you and had no right to be so condescending. If you were in a better mindset, you would have slapped him across the face for his brazenness.

“What’s wrong, chérie? Cat got your tongue.” A smirk crossed his face as he loomed over you. He was taunting you, and it made your blood boil.

“You are rude, monsieur,” you frowned, finally finding your voice while you slowly stood as pain surged through your body. You felt wobbly and lightheaded from the sight of your blood smeared against the concrete—a crimson gash reminding you of your folly.

“I have been told worse,” he chuckled. His demeanor shifted as he followed your gaze to the ruby blood sparkling in the dim light of the lamppost illuminating the park. “That is a lot of blood, chérie.” 

“I’ll be fine. Thank you for your concern,” you murmured, pushing your stinging palms together and cursing yourself for not wearing your evening gloves.

He tutted gently, stepping forward with intricate grace, and instinctively, you wanted to run. A cold dread set over you. Had he been the one you were running from? The looming dread from the shadows, the breath on the back of your neck, the mysterious figure who had set you on edge that sent you sprinting through the park toward the safety of your apartment. This feeling had followed you for a week; perhaps now, the answer stood before you.

“Of course I care, ma chérie,” he chided, stepping closer and drawing your hands into his. His long nails reminded you of spun glass. You stood frozen, fixated on his unnatural, spectral blue eyes as he lifted your palms to his mouth. His warm pink tongue rolled from his lips as he lapped at the tiny droplets of blood that clung to your scraped flesh. A scream felt caught in your throat, yet you were paralyzed. Pointed fangs extended from his mouth, dragging across your wounded flesh and splitting it wider. He reminded you of a cat enjoying their dish of cream.

“Please,” you whimpered, voice faint and cracked.

“The sweet essence of fresh youth,” he sighed happily, your blood splashed around his mouth, “You are going to be quite the treat, ma chérie.”

You trembled like a lamb caught in the wolf’s jowls.

~~

You waited in your apartment every evening at the same time. Minutes, hours, days, weeks, and months progressed and still, he kept the same schedule. The night ticked away, and the city of Paris was still alive as people enjoyed the treasures offered in the seclusion of darkness. As if on cue, you rose onto your bare feet and padded onto your balcony. The gentle breeze wafted through your loose hair as the hem of your black dress tickled your calves. You were mesmerized every night as he floated above the dimly lit streets and toward your balcony. Santiago. You were his dark bride, offering your flesh and blood to satiate his voracious appetite.

You gazed up as his hand cupped your chin and pondered how easily those long glass nails could puncture your skin. His lips were cold as ice as they pressed against yours. Warmth spread through you as blood bubbled to the surface, spilling down the corners of your mouth as he laid the first mark of the evening. Wordlessly, he took your hand, guiding you into the privacy of your apartment as the doors closed behind you. You moved as if under a laden spell as your fingers unbuttoned your dress, letting it pool around your ankles and leaving you in silky undergarments. Ones you had scrimped and saved for, savoring the delicate fabric as it slipped through your fingers.

Santiago stepped closer, using his claws to tear them to shreds until you stood naked before him. Not a single tear dribbled from your eyes at the loss of the treasured garments. You moved in a daze, slowly dancing in place to an invisible tune as he removed his cape, leaving him in dark trousers, a white undershirt, and suspenders. His piercing blue eyes remained fixed on you as you continued your silent dance before he pulled a chair into the center of the room. You straddled his thigh before skimming your hands over his muscled arms, marveling at how an older man kept in such shape. You supposed there were many mysteries about him that you would never uncover.

His mouth grazed over your neck, leaving the flesh pure and unmarked until he reached one of your breasts. His tongue rolled over your nipple until it stiffened under his touch. The sharp pain made you gasp and rock against his thigh as your blood oozed into his welcoming mouth. It was intoxicating; the pain was quickly replaced by euphoria. Lust unraveled through your body as Santiago continued to claim your flesh, savoring each drop of warm, delicious blood. Your arms circled his neck, one palm pressing against the back of his head to hold him closer.

Moving gracefully and quickly, he lifted you into his arms and placed you on the bed. He kissed his way down your belly, leaving a light trail of your blood over your quivering flesh until he lay between your splayed thighs. Pain and pleasure blurred together as he feasted on your thighs while his tongue claimed your slick cunt. Blood and arousal intermixed and clung to your flushed skin as your fingers buried in his white hair. The sweet release rolled through your body like waves crashing through the ocean. You knew he savored the blood more.

“Sleep, ma chérie. My sweet little lamb. I will return to you tomorrow night,” he whispered as his fingers gently slipped against the tender skin of your eyelids and closed them. A deep slumber grasped your body, pulling you under the swirling darkness of dreams.

Santiago tucked the blanket around your body, a few sparkling, wet, ruby droplets clinging to your glowing skin as the rest dried into a vexing crust. The next day, you would indulge in a hot bath and scrub yourself clean. He lingered for a moment, watching your chest heave with your shallow breaths, hot blood pumping through your veins—an intoxicating ichor that called to him. How selfish it would be to drain you and deny him such a treat.

“What win I, if I gain the thing I seek? A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy. Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week?” The words rolled from his tongue, ever the skilled orator and performing, falling onto deaf ears before he disappeared into the black night. You were left to your dreams.

You dreamt of your malcontent Santiago, giving your being over to him as his fangs and claws ripped apart your flesh. Consuming you until you were nothing as blood dripped from him. The wolf feasted upon the lamb. To be loved by death. To be wrapped in it’s tender embrace. What divine bliss. 

The next evening, Santiago did not arrive at your door, but instead, a courier who delivered a card and a wrapped box. Nestled inside the box, between layers of white tissue paper, lay a set of silky undergarments to replace the ones ruined the previous night. Inside the white envelope was an invitation to the Théâtre des Vampires on an evening of your choosing.

Join me, ma chérie. Perhaps you will welcome the dark gift. 

Your thumb traced over the elegant cursive of his signature. Answers awaited you. Time to let death embrace you.

[demonic-charcuterie]

He is my husband

[demonic-charcuterie]

Heyy, I was wanting to ask if you could do Fizzarolli X Ozzie X !male reader with Fizz and Oz finding out about reader's sh? I'd say it's kinda ansgt

Fizzaroli x Ozzie x Male! Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Self H@rm

You were always careful. You need to be careful. Long sleeves even in the hottest rings of hell, swimsuits with full coverage, and if necessary, a sea of foundation to cover up the scars.

You never thought they’d notice. Not Ozzie with his busy schedule, not Fizzy with his lack of awareness.

But tonight, you weren’t fast enough.

Fizz had been bouncing around the bedroom, rambling about a new idea, when he stopped dead mid sentence. You’d just adjusted your sleeves, and the faint lines caught his attention. His silence was loud.

"...What's that?" He asked in a soft voice.

You froze. You knew that tone. They tone that meant you were about to be judged. The tone that meant something was wrong with you.

"Oh it was nothing, scratched myself on the corner of a desk."

But he was already across the room, hands trembling as he gently caught your wrist. His usual grin was gone, replaced with wide eyes.

“Don’t tell me not to worry. You’re...you’re you. And you’re hurting yourself?” His voice cracked, something fragile breaking in him. The sound of Fizzy's sad tone seemed to summon Ozzie from the kitchen as he stepped into the room with two long strides. One look at your expression, and his chest tightened.

“Baby…” His deep voice was softer than you’d ever heard it. His hand hovered at your shoulder, giving you the choice to pull away. “Why didn’t you tell us?”

“I didn’t want you to look at me differently,” you admitted, words spilling out before you could stop them. “You’ve got better things to worry about than...than me being a mess.”

Fizz shook his head so hard his bells jingled. “No. No, no, no. Don’t you dare think you’re less important than anything else. I don’t care if the whole Ring is on fire. You come first, got it?”

You tried to laugh, but it cracked, and then Ozzie pulled you into his chest, arms wrapping around you like you’d shatter if he let go. “You don’t have to go through this alone. Not ever again. You’re ours. And we take care of what’s ours.”

Fizz scrambled up onto your other side, wedging himself between you and Ozzie’s arm, holding you just as tight. “We’re not mad, okay? We’re just… we’re scared. Because we love you so much.”

The warmth of their embrace was overwhelming. In that moment of them cradling you, something cracked and tears streamed down your face. "You don't think I'm broken...That I'm crazy?"

Fizzy pulled back, looking at you in pure shock. "What? Of course not! We love you, babe. You're the best boyfriend in the world. You're handsome, funny, and caring. The list is so fucking endless."

Ozzie nodded fiercely while rocking you in his arms. "We'll never let you go through something like this alone.."

[demonic-charcuterie]

Heres a mob boss x fizz x ozz idea the reader is like wonyoung from I've and has a side gig as an idol and they go to one of her gigs:3

ATAN WONYOUNG

Hiiii guys! I would like to start off by saying sorry that I was gone for so long. That being said, I'm back and better than ever!

Mob Boss! Reader x Fizz x Ozzie

When one pictures a mob boss, one typically pictures blood, gore, and the stench of death. When your two loving boyfriends, Fizzaroli and Ozzie, think of a mob boss they think of the one and only best performers in all the rings of hell.

Currently, they were in the back of Ozzie's Limo assembling their outfits. Somehow, one of Fizz's boots went flying out the window, and Ozzie at one point had a pair of boxer shorts on his head.

Luckily, they exited the limo looking presentable as they headed into the stadium. Fizzy swiftly moved his way to the front, his holographic shirt reflecting the lighting of the stadium.

"Jesus on a fucking Ozzie, lift me up, I can't see shit," Fizz complained. Ozzie was swift to scoop him up and place him on his shoulders. "Is that better, froggy?" He asked with a smile.

"Much better, you know, I gotta say as an expreformer myself this stage work is killer," Fizz said while settling on Ozzie's shoulders.

Ozzie opened his mouth to reply, but shut it as the lights of the stadium began to flash.

"What's up, sinners!? You ready to make so bitching bad choices?!" Your voice rang throughout the crowd. Ozzie yelled and whooped excitedly, causing Fizzy to cling to his shirt to stay on.

You walked onto the stage with a wide smile on your face, adjusting the speaker in your ear to hear your cues. "I'd like to thank you all for joining me tonight! The money you spend here will go to my future plastic surgery fund! I'm not trying to look old like Verosika!" You snickered.

The crowd went wild as the music blasted, your voice carrying through the stadium like you owned not only the stage but the entire damn Ring. Which, let’s be real, you basically did.

Fizz was practically vibrating with pride from Ozzie’s shoulders, his hands cupped around his mouth as he screamed, “That’s my baby right there!” His voice cracked halfway through.

Ozzie laughed, the sound deep and warm as his large hand steadied Fizzy on his shoulders. His eyes were glued to you as you strutted across the stage. “Every time they smile, I swear I forget how to breathe,” Fizzy said while staring off absent mindly.

Your gaze flicked to them, spotting your boys in the chaos. The smirk tugging your lips softened just slightly. You blew them a kiss mid performance, smooth as ever, before spinning into the next verse.

Fizz practically melted, flopping dramatically against Ozzie’s head. “Kill me now, I’m in heaven.”

Ozzie hummed, eyes never leaving you either. “Actually, we're in hell.”

The two of them continued their banter while the show raged on, the crowd eating up every last second of your performance. By the time the finale ended in a shower of sparks and the deafening roar of applause, you slipped backstage with sweat on your brow and adrenaline still buzzing through your veins.

But before you could even grab a towel, you were tackled, first by a tiny blur of metal limbs and squeaky laughter, and then by a massive pair of arms that swept you right off the ground.

“Best! Show! Ever!” Fizz cheered, planting a messy kiss on your cheek.

“Proud of you, boss,” Ozzie rumbled, pressing his forehead against yours for just a second before kissing you too.

You laughed, clinging to both of them. Fizz was right. You were in heaven.

[misquoted-chronicles]

Tav: I want to hear those three little words.

Astarion: I love you.

Tav: That's sweet. Try again.

Astarion: *pouts and crosses arms* Fine. I will behave.

Narrator: Astarion did not behave. Later that day, he went on a goblin killing spree and got in a fight with an old lady.

[calamitiesimpact]

If I search for one more “x reader” fanfic and get bombarded with fuckass OC characters im gonna have a hernia im so serious.

STOP PUTTING “X READER” HASHTAGS FOR A FIC THAT IS NOT X READER FUCKKK

[aldryrththerainbowheart]