another example of me loving boring shit is liking the idea of getting my blood sucked by a vampire but like they give me snacks and take care of me like the same as when you donate blood. and not even in a like over the top romantic vampire way where they give me some big fancy meal and have me sit on a fainting couch or something, just like normal style. or hell even like having them take my blood in a more clinical way and then drink it from a container instead of drinking it directly from me. it's like. it appeals to me because it's kinda stupid and unsexy and funny but at the same time it's like a kind of denial. and there's a kind of tension. you know here they are holding back and approaching this in this very proper friendly way but they're still drinking my blood. and you know, do they also want to just bite me, do they also just wanna get right to it, even if they're not doing that? like how much effort is it taking to suppress that? i don't know. a vampire who's a doctor and they hypnotize you in the like medical hypnosis kinda way where it's just to make it easier to draw your blood. maybe they don't even drink it in front of you. and they make a casual comment about how it smells or how if you relax it'll taste better or whatever and it's like. yea they are going to drink this. they want this thing that's in my body. i like that weird sense of intimacy in a situation that's trying not to be too intimate. you know
Tired of being the whumpee, I almost broke my finger (it's bruised) and just now like today (and it's been nearly 2 weeks) I am able to type and scroll semi decently
Hiya! I was wondering if you knew which Font it was you used in these headers?
https://www.tumblr.com/saradika-graphics/769871647512592384/blog-theme-dark-academia-blog-headers-post?source=share
I'm obsessed <3
Hi! 💖 I was able to track it down, it’s called Victorian Decade and I have the link for it on da font (free!) - it is such a pretty font!
Translation:
YuiPuppet: Hello, how are you today?
*subaru chokes puppet*
YuiPuppet: “Awh You’re hurting me, please let got!”
Subaru:I won’t let go *yuipuppetdies* What are you doing?
Yui:Puppet SHOW~ What do you think?
Subaru: What, that’s weird
SubaruPuppet:your wierd, your wierd, your wierd
*SubarupunchesSubaru puppet*
Yui puppet: Stop it! Don’t hurt him! He did nothing wrong!
Subaru: THATS NOT HOW I ACT!!!
Yui: oh really then………
Subaru Puppet: YOUR SO WIERD,YOUR SO WIERD,
Yui puppet: PLEASE STOP YOU’LL ONLY MAKE HIM ANGRY.
Subaru Puppet: *bites yui puppet* Shutup!!
Yui puppet: Kyaaaaa!!!!!!
Yui: Is that a lot better?
Subaru: Not even close!!
2nd part:
Yui: this is my favorite toy it makes everyone smile, he really does comfort people and give you such a warm feeling inside.
Subaru: As if, who would believe that?
Yui: *pushes rabbit into subarus face* Then how about you try holding him! I’m sure you’ll feel the same way!
Subaru:*holds bunny*
Yui: Can’t you feel it? The warmth gathering in your heart? Ah maybe this might helps you since your always so grumpy
Subaru:*punches bunny* What you say?
Yui:AH?!
*bending noises*
Yui: AHH! you’re so mean Subaru-kun!
Subaru: Your the one who started it!
Yui: Ah but that dosnt mean you have to do that!!!!
Subaru: well you were being annoying.
Yui: awhhh your being so unfair right now!!! *leaves*
Subar: As if i care so dont bother me, *sits down* Jeez,
Yui :*CLANGS*
Subaru: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! Yui: What did you like it!?
Subaru: im gonna kill you!? YOU KNOW YOU COULD HAVE MADE ME DEAF!!!
Yui: (yelling) eh eh i thought i could suprise you.
Kids: Whats going on! He’s bullying her?
Yui: you know subaru-kun Bullying is wrong, didnt your mother ever teach you that?
have you done hoh x demetri? I know I could have dm'd you, but i felt like using your ask box. I haven't sent an ask in a while
Whispers in the dark
A/N: I am realising I only wrote it once 🙆🏻♀️ Quiet in the dark with Heidi and Demetri. Guess what? you are getting one with creepy demetri x hoh 🫶🏻 the vibe we dm’d about! I love when I see you in my inbox
Warnings: Demetri is very creepy, realistic vampire hunting vibes? Reader doesn’t die! Not proofread / Words: 2,7k
She dared you to go in there.
Together. It was silly. You would return quick enough and then go back to your hotel to sleep. You held onto her arm as you both descended down those stairs.
A stairway you found in the park near the archeological site. There was no sign present that you were not allowed to go in nor signs that it belonged to someone. Just a random stairway descending into a tunnel.
Your friend giggled, trying to speak louder so you heard her. She was just as nervous as you were, but hiding it better. You usually did not like to do things in the dark. Not hearing much and not seeing much? Terrible combination.
In the distance you heard an owl and it made your heart race with anxiety. You checked your phone, hers as well, the battery around halfway. Which was good enough with how you needed the flashlights to explore these tunnels.
“Can’t we go when it’s morning?” You sighed.
“No fun,” she almost yelled, giggling, “the dark makes it spooky.”
You watched her take more steps into this tunnel. The large stones in the walls seemed old, everything in Volterra was old but there was something about this tunnel.
“Are you sure we are not trespassing an archeological site?” You asked her again.
“Girl, it’s okay. I saw no sign outside.”
You sighed again. You read about the history of the city. A whole city was underneath the houses, archeologists were still finding remains of tunnels, houses and entire streets. Not much could be revealed due to current Volterra and the fragility of the soil. Most of the city would never be revealed, you read. Something they mourned yet loved. It sounded so fascinating. A history you would never truly know everything about. Stories that would never be recovered. Secrets to never be uncovered.
There were rumors too. Your friend made fun of them when she heard them and shared them with you. Locals warned visitors to firstly: not go beyond the walls of the palazzo; secondly, do not threaten nor destroy the architecture of the city; and thirdly, do not walk around after 11 pm. The second seemed logical of course. But the first and third warning were a bit odd. No one shared to whom the palazzo belonged. There was a museum built into the building, but several doors were locked leading to the back of the building. On google maps you could see a garden but it was not shown on the signs nearby there nor was it spoken about. Lastly, why did no one want to explain to you why you couldn’t be outside at midnight.
Your friend tried to break the third rule a few times already. But every time someone told you to go back. Tonight, she succeeded in getting you and herself past the locals without being noticed. You were sure someone noticed, perhaps they stopped caring or the rule was not as important tonight.
Yet it felt like the rule was there for a reason. You had seen someone stare at your friend when she tried it a couple days ago. An old woman whose expression was of agony, fear lied in her eyes. She was genuinely worried for your safety.
Was there something out there no one could tell you about?
You gasped when she tripped over a loose rock.
“Are you okay?”
She winced, “hurts to be honest.” She lifted her foot, caressing her ankle.
“We can go back?”
“No, not before I know where this leads to.” She gave you a reassuring smile, “don’t worry so much!”
“I am worried my hearing aids will die soon.”
“You charged them this afternoon, right? Should hold up… or did they signal already?”
“Just once,” you frowned. “Think they can go on for max two hours.”
“We will be back before that happens,” she reassured you again, placing down her foot. She took a few steps, trying to adjust her position.
You followed her silently, hoping she would get bored soon so you could return to your comfy bed. The hotel had really soft beds, you thought with a smile. The tunnel grew colder, the air dense. Your friend increased her flashlight settings, squinting her eyes at what she saw.
“It bends, finally.”
“Think we are underneath the city now,” you gulped. Did you really not see a sign outside? We might have missed it.
“Fun,” she grinned, ignoring your question. “Maybe this leads to some spooky room or a whole house.”
“In that case we should definitely return.”
She poked you, “relax, you love history.” She grabbed your hand, leading you further down the tunnel.
At some point the air seemed dense enough that you had to take deeper breaths. As if oxygen was less apparent down here. Your friend took a turn right when the tunnel divided. The right turn was a stairway descending into darkness.
“Uhm,” you hesitated.
“It’s okay,” she squeezed your hand. “I am holding you.”
You took a deep breath. She was really determined to find something interesting in here. But a part of you was worried. What if there really was something out there? Not a single local stayed outside after 11 pm. What if something was hunting them at night? You were here, vulnerable, anything could happen.
You also started to doubt yourself. But you couldn’t tell her. Not now. What if you didn’t charge your hearing aids properly? You saw you had no internet down here so checking the app wouldn’t work. The second warning, the sound, was like a dooming bell sounding loud in your ears. How many warnings were there again before it would shut down? Three? One more to go before they would die down.
There were more tunnels. She muttered which way you went, chanting it as reminders for when you would walk back outside. You tried to memorize it as well.
“What was that?” She suddenly asked, her eyes bulging as she looked behind you.
You immediately turned your head as well. Seeing nothing. “What did you see?” You shivered.
“I- I thought I heard someone talking,” she frowned.
“What?” You looked back again, not seeing anything. “Is there someone here?”
“No, no, probably just the wind,” she laughed nervously. “Don’t worry!”
“Are you sure?” You asked again. “What if it is something hunting us? They did warn us.”
“Stop! You are not believing them, are you? We don’t believe in monsters.” She grabbed your shoulders, “we just go back now. I have seen enough.”
You let out a breath of relief, “pfff. I thought you wanted to see something cool here.”
“I do! We return in the morning.”
You rolled your eyes, “of course. With snacks.”
She giggled, then she looked behind you again. Frowning deeply.
“What? What? What are you seeing?” You turned your head again to look where she looked. The tunnel looked the exact same. You saw several turns, it was like a maze down here.
“I- I heard someone again,” she whispered. This time she didn’t correct herself.
“What? I can’t hear whispering.” You automatically whispered as well.
She shushed you, warning you to lower your voice. She moved closer to your face, her lips near your ears, “I think someone is here. I heard someone giggling.”
Your hairs stood on end immediately. You gulped, your mouth suddenly dry. You looked her in the eyes, “we need to go back.”
She nodded, holding your hand as she tried to guide you both back. She had taken many turns on the way here and you were dizzy, trying to keep track. Every turn looked the same. You thought she had a brilliant sense for mazes.
“Ow,” you gasped in pain when she suddenly stopped in her tracks, bumping into her back. She squeezed your hand, gripping it as she lifted the flashlight of her phone towards a spot behind you.
You stared at her. Her expression was nearly the same as the old woman.
“Did it giggle again?” You asked, trying to lower your voice. You never heard whispers, nor were you capable of whispering yourself. You tried to at least. If something was listening, then they heard every word you spoke.
“It- he-” she struggled, “asked why we are leaving already so soon.” She gulped, “I think he is watching us.”
You whimpered, “where? Where do we go?”
“Up, definitely up,” she whimpered as well now. “Run.”
With a sudden burst of energy you ran together. Your feet carrying you over the stones, towards a stairway.
“That is not how we came here,” she yelled. “This way.”
You followed her quickly. She was running through the halls with a pace you could barely keep up with. Your lungs burned with how fast you ran.
You bumped into her back again when she stopped in front of the stairs. There were three tunnels behind you. How large was this place?
“Here?” you quickly yelled.
“No, I-” she panicked. “Something is up there.” She stammered, lifting the flashlight.
You grew sick with fear, barely able to look up. The flashlight showed something moving downstairs. Was it a man? It looked giant. A tall man?
“Is there another way out?”
“I- I don’t know,” she whined. “We went down this way.”
“The other stairs? We gotta try.” You grabbed her coat, rushing her to follow you to those stairs.
You heard her following you. You rushed to the other stairs. Your chest hurt, everything hurt as you ran for your lives.
“Here, let’s go,” you yelled, seeing those other stairs. “Huh-” you turned your head to look at her, at the sound she just made.
You frantically looked around you. Where did she go? Where? Where was she? She was just here, behind you. You heard her. You wanted to yell her name but-
You looked down. Her phone was on the floor. The flashlight still on. It was quiet. Uncomfortably quiet. You couldn’t move anymore, frozen due to fear. There was a crack in the phone screen.
The long drag of a warning sound made your heart skip a beat. The dooming sound of your hearing aids dying at this extremely wrong timing. You listened to the tune, waiting for the inevitable sound of the last beep before it turned off.
The world was quiet.
Tears streamed down over your cheeks at the realization.
Whatever it was. It went after your friend first. And now it would go after you, if you didn’t try to escape now.
You picked up her phone.
There- your breath stuck in your throat. It- he- it, he was behind you. You could sense him. Cold air radiated from him, you could feel it in your back. Right through your coat, into your bones. Was it- was he watching you?
You gasped when you felt his icy cold breath in your neck. Something touched your hair. Fingers? His hand? Its lips near your ear, “go on then, try getting away.” He giggled and it made you run again.
You ran upstairs. Tripping over the stairs as you tried to look behind you as well. You tried to hold your phone, dropping hers. The clattering of her phone going down the stairs loud enough for you to hear despite being deaf.
You furrowed your brows in confusion seeing several vases here. The walls looked defined, polished as you ran further.
Stopping in your tracks, you realized this was not going outside or giving you another way out. These tunnels lead you to rooms and halls.
You were inside a house? A building? You must have gone that deep into the tunnels with your friend it could lead to buildings.
An uncomfortable thought came up. The palazzo? No one knew who the owners were. Was this? Was this the palazzo?
You turned your head to look at where you came from. There was no one there. It was awfully quiet and your friend was gone. It was still dark, immensely dark and you still needed your flashlight.
You shrieked when you heard his voice again. A wind passing you. “So close,” he said. He was nowhere to be seen. Was he the tall man you saw at the stairs? Did he have your friend? Was she dead?
“What do you want?” You whimpered.
If he wanted you dead, he would have killed you already, right? “You killed her!”
His icy cold breath was in your neck again. You gulped, wiping away new tears sticking to your sticky cheeks. What was he?
“I didn’t,” he breathed. “My dear friend enjoyed the taste of her warm blood.”
You gasped. Unable to move, you tried to look at the hall in front of you. He was still behind you, observing you in silence. Was he simply waiting for you to speak again? You looked at the lamp in the distance. A cold, yellowish old lamp. It flickered faintly, showcasing the bare walls around it. You thought you saw a door at the end of this hall.
What was he? He was cold, icy cold. He spoke of your friend’s blood. His friend drank from her.
“Vampires,” you whispered, dizzy with anxiety.
You could hear him chuckle, he was so close against your ear that you heard him still. Was he aware you were deaf? That your hearing aids had stopped working?
“Correct,” he spoke again.
“You will eat me.” You didn’t know what to do. Your body was frozen, in shock. You tried to take a deep breath but the air was dense and dusty. You coughed as you breathed deeply again.
“Hmmm, perhaps.”
“What?”
You looked down at your hands. Your phone’s flashlight was bright. You turned it sideways slightly, looking into the reflection.
With a scream you dropped the phone. He turned away, pushing you against the wall.
You turned your head to look at it, at him. He stepped on the phone gently, but the shoe broke the phone in thousands of parts.
He wore a coat. The distant lamp showed it was a dark gray coat, long enough to go to his knees almost. He wore black pants and no shirt. You gasped at his face.
If he was a monster, a vampire, then why was he so beautiful?
He smiled knowingly, tilting his head sideways. His face was only half visible. One side visible due to the distant light, the other hidden in the shadows of the hall. His hair was spikey, messy, and his pupils were blown wide, dark.
“They always stare,” he purred.
You couldn’t hear his words properly. “Stare?” You took another deep breath, terrified still.
“Oh,” you shrieked when he suddenly stood right in front of you. Slightly taller he was. You looked at his lips, he started smirking.
He leant forward, lips near your ear again, “I said you are staring. They always stare.”
“You are pretty.”
“My kind is designed to lure you in,” he started caressing your cheek, stroking the sticky skin. “And here you are, lured in.”
You scoffed, gulping as you looked away, “I am not- you killed my friend!” You tried to push him away but he was rock hard.
He laughed, “my friend did, remember? You are mine to kill.”
“You haven’t yet,” you dared to look him in the eyes. They bore deep into yours. He looked back, as if he looked into your soul.
“There is something about you,” he caressed your cheek again. “I do not know what it is.”
“Then what? What are you going to do with me?” You whimpered. Was he threatening you?
“I will take you to my masters,” he smiled. “They will know.”
Masters? “Know what?”
He took a sniff from your scent. What was he doing? He cornered you in his hold. You wanted to cry again.
“Don’t cry,” he suddenly sounded gentle.
“What will they do?” Your voice weak with fear.
“Depends.”
“On?”
“Whether you are my soulmate. Hard to tell with your blood so enticing to me.”
Smoke and incense filled the-spacious room. Lust of gold was the club motto after-all, so she should be happy to have been chosen for this high-profile client…
But something was off kilter. Surely the ghoulish figures were just a product of the club lights flickering. Supernaturals surely didn't exist, right?
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This is @oliversrarebooks character, Lily she is a vampire and is definitely a wolf’s in sheep’s clothing the dress was so much fun to design she’s described in so many different styles at some point she was described as looking straight from a farm, but in others, she is described as looking very upper class so I drew her in a mink coat and overall very fancy and floral she is definitely one of my favorite Designs. I tried to do 1920s make up. I don’t know if that comes through very well but I think she looks cute. Let me know if there is anything I mist in the design.
This is Alexander from @oliversrarebooks he is a vampire and I can’t decide on a design for him please help me
1-3 are just recolors the designs them selfs are more vampirey if that make sense I like the neck ruffles a lot I think I overdid it with the eyebags my main problem with these designs are they don’t fit that well with the other designs I’ve done so far
4 I like 4s string neck tie
5 I used the pitcrew as more of a guide in this one I like it I don’t how I feel about the blue but it’s growing on me
6 it good I like the vest and tie
4-6 I like the hair I don’t know how I feel about the eyes I did a similar thing with Lily so they’ll match
What to you guys think we can also mix and match or add or remove things just let me know thanks
He looks really cool! I like the cravat... I like him looking suitably rumbled with the eyebags too! This is very neat, thanks for drawing the melancholy vampire boy.
This is Lowell from @oliversrarebooks he is from a side story called Hunting Dog that only has one chapter out. I reread the chapter and I don’t think he is described in the chapter so I’m Purely going off vibes with this design I don’t know what will happen to him judging by the name, I’m assuming he’s gonna become some sort of hunting dog that hunts down any other vampire hunters for what ever vampire Lilly was taking about and I don’t know how that vampire will treat him but in my head the vampire traits him like a police dog or working dog. Like Lowell acts and is treated differently when he is on duty and off duty. But that is all my theory and we have no idea what will actually happen.
On to the Design I don’t know how I feel about the hunter outfit mainly the colors. But I can change that later.
I added scars to the after Designs because I imagine being a hunting dog is dangerous.
that’s about it if you have any questions please ask.
Lowell! That is a deep cut, it makes me want to continue his story someday. I think you've done a great job drawing him based on the vibes! He's definitely going to be a hunting dog for the vampire he gets sold to... The outfits are really cool. Thanks again for cool art!
Vampire thrall whumpee that not only enjoys being bitten, but actually gets moody and huffy when not done regularly.
"Hellooooo...? Nice, freshly made blood here! Ready to gooo... Just, ripe for the taking... Come get it while it's waaaarm... GET OUT AND BITE ME ALREADY!!"
"Uh, hello?" Whumpee banged on the bedroom door of the vampire who had… 'kidnapped' them. "It's past midnight. You should be up by now."
Truth be told, they'd put themself in the damsel in distress position to be kidnapped. They'd been researching vampires for a while now, and they wanted nothing more than to experience a real vampire bite, venom and all. All books said it was blissful and euphoric. Whumpee honestly didn't understand why people weren't queueing outside of old castles and mansions that were rumoured to be vampire havens.
"It's the second night in a row that you haven't had your fill. This is bound to be uncomfortable in the least. And I'm right here!"
And oh, it was blissful and euphoric alright. Whumpee was helplessly hooked from the start, an addict in mind way before they became an addict in body. And they weren't. Getting. Their fix.
"I'm going to break down this door if you're not out within the next five seconds."
The twin puncture wounds on their neck ached and itched, their anaemic body hardly a match for the strong wooden door that was keeping them separated from the vampire.
"One."
The key in the lock turned, and they were met with a very dishevelled vampire that looked like they'd spent the past two days in bed. Their eyes glinted ruby red from hunger, and Whumpee couldn't fathom what was keeping them from biting.
"Oh, good," Whumpee said, tilting their head to the side. "Here. Eat."
"You'll die."
"What?"
"You'll die if I keep drinking every single night."
Whumpee furrowed their brows. "No, I won't. That's silly."
"You're pale. You barely have enough blood left in your body. You'll die."
"Well, then I'll die happy!"
The vampire took a step towards them and grabbed them by the hair, and Whumpee thought they would bite now for sure, but instead, the vampire yanked their head back to the centre. "I'm going out to find someone else."
"What?" The vampire let go and wanted to step around them, so Whumpee stepped in front of them. "No! I am your thrall!"
"I don't understand which part of 'you will literally die' you don't get."
"I don't care about that!"
"Well, I do!"
Whumpee stopped in their tracks for a moment. For them, the vampire was just a way to get their fix. They'd thought it was a transaction — a little venom in exchange for food. Could it be… that the vampire got attached? They had never… considered that.
"You don't want me to die," Whumpee concluded. The vampire didn't answer. Of course, there was no question to answer. "Then just bite me! Don't take any blood, just bite me—"
"Is that all I am to you? A pair of fangs and an endless supply of venom? Is that really so important you can't stop banging on my bedroom door with your stupidly anaemic little arms, demanding my attention? Not even my attention — just the venom."
Well… Laid out like this, it did sound… selfish. "That's not…"
"I'm not biting you. And I'm going out. If that arrangement is so miserable for you, the front door will be left unlocked."
With that, the vampire was off. Whumpee lifted a hand to brush their fingers across the healing wounds. The vampire didn't want them to die, even though they would've been willing just to feel the ecstasy. What did that say about them both? Which one of them was the monster again?
They slowly shuffled back to their own bedroom and lay on the bed. They didn't even know the vampire's name. Hadn't bothered to ask. The townsfolk referred to them as Whumper, but that was hardly a name at all. In their head, they were just that: the vampire.
Hours later, when the vampire came back with a belly likely full of warm blood, Whumpee sheepishly walked up to them and asked. "What's your name?"
The vampire seemed taken aback. "Nobody has ever asked me that. Don't you have your own name for me?"
"But I want to know your real name. I've been here for a while now, and you know my name… Look, I feel terrible about earlier. Knowing your name won't erase the fact that I've kind of… used you, but it'd be a start."
"Caretaker," the vampire said softly. "My name's Caretaker."
Whumpee smiled. "Well, nice to meet you. For real, this time."
