#vampire verse.

[trickykitsuneblizzard]

MY COOKIES!

yes i did turn a lot of Sanses into cookie!

This is Player cookie, aka Frisk made by Toby Fox

This is Golden Apple cookie, aka Dream made by Jokublog

This is Tye-Dye Paint cookie, aka Ink made by Comyet

This is Savory Knight cookie, aka Swap made by p0pcornpr1nce and officially owned by Undertale community

This is Blueberry Sugar Cookie, aka Blueberry by Undertale community

These two are Empire Yogurt cookie and Stargazer cookie, aka Empireverse swap made by Lunnar-Chan and Outer made by Mimi Pippinski

This is Flowered Frosted cookie, aka flower fell sans made by Siviosanei and is unfortunately a cancelled au :(

This is Sugary Guard cookie, aka SwapGold sans or Cloudberry made by Me and @camera-face!

This is Sharp Knight cookie, aka Vampireverse swap made by TheGreatRouge

This is Techno Knight cookie, aka Dreamswap Swap made by onebizarrekai

This is Almond Savor cookie, aka Swapswap sans made by Dunkly-UT and currently owned by OranSkullBlade

This is Crumbling Macaroon, aka Axe sans made by Bananafrappe

These are Red Syrup cookie and Black Batter cookie, aka Fellswap sans made by blackgggum and Swapfell sans made by Kkhoppang and adopted by Nishimori38

This is Sultry Cream cookie, aka Lust sans owned by Undertale Community

This is Abyssal Faerie cookie, aka Abyss sans made by Meta-Kaz

This is Cheeky Faerie cookie, aka quantumtale sans made by perfectshadow06

This is Iridescent Diamond cookie, aka Cross sans made by Jael Peñaloza

This is Violet Shell cookie, aka epic sans owned by Yugogeer012

This is Melted Faerie cookie, aka Geno sans made by TheCrayonQueen

I formally apologize for the big inconvenience that is a long post like this, but I’m incredibly bored and still working on this au with my friend @camera-face and i wanna post who ive currently got! That being said the ancients of this au are Golden Apple cookie, Tye-Dye Paint cookie, and Savory Knight cookie, if you wanna see the beasts and the bad sans squad just ask the camera I’ve mentioned previously! And if you want more info on the lore just ask! I’m probably not gonna draw the replies if you ask but I’ll still reply :)

[lunaartis]

Helaegon as vampires🫦

[divin3rot]

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐒, 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 ? even as alicent stands in her kitchen, palms pressed against the island, looking across at rhaenyra does she wonder what they expected coming here. it's been three months since they broke up with her, since they told her their supposed feelings were just a show ... that she was some plaything & none of it was real. three months alicent has sat in her anger, in her sadness, in her own yearning that's not pressed itself flat, thin, almost nonexistent. ( that day replays in her mind often. over & over like a broken record ... the look on rhaenyras face, the desperation sitting in her own chest. alicent had decided she loved them yet, it was so easy for them to end all of it in the most hurtful way. no way, fuck rhaenyra. ) brown eyes hold no softness much like her blank, irritated expression.

@zaldarias SAID, " I MISS YOU ... MORE THAN WORDS CAN SAY. "

nostrils flare with the sigh pushed out of nose, head of red giving the slightest shake. a scoff following, ❛ jesus, rhaenyra. ❜ alicent says in a tone that matches her expression. eyes roll, ❛ what did you expect when coming here, huh ? breaking into my house, technically, to-to stand in my fucking kitchen saying you miss me ? ❜ it sounds as mean as she meant it--alicent still beside herself with anger, heartache she covers up ! ❛ you broke up with me, remember ? told me i wasn't anything to you outside of some fun ... after everything i gave you. ❜ jaw clenches but then relaxes. ❛ it's too late to try & fix it. i do not want you here, i do not want to see you again. do you understand me ? ❜ as if that'll actually matter.

[ownmyth]

@deliverthem: YOU’RE BLEEDING.

"am i?" when you speak, you feel the split in your lip. reflexively, you bring a hand to your mouth to catch the blood that follows, a slow drip caught in the space between the thumb and index finger of your right hand. you lick blood off your upper lip, tonguing the broken skin, and then you notice flint's stare. he’s good at hiding his tells. not that good.

or maybe it’s just the getting shot, nearly drowned, and deposed from captaincy that has weakened his resolve. you eye him curiously, thinking of the monstrous visage that had crouched over the body of mr. gates. you haven’t seen that face again since that day, but you think of it, often. how closely it must linger behind the human mask.

a destructive, vicious part of you wants to see just how close. to tempt the beast out.

you smile at him. it’s charming and it splits your lip as intended. your own blood is warm and sour on your tongue. what would it taste like to someone like him?

“certain members of the crew took issue with this morning’s address.” you tilt your head, trying not to act like you’re cataloguing his reactions. “they wanted to make sure i was aware of that.”

surely flint wouldn’t show his true face now, here — he couldn’t afford to, not with his captaincy still in doubt until he can depose dufresne. and yet, you watch him watching you. you refrain from wiping your bloodied hand on your trousers, let the blood drip instead, and bead on your upper lip. the innocent concern tints your voice as you ask, “are you…” hungry “all right, captain?”

[vengefultouch-archived]

The Girl with Silver Teeth

On a quest for revenge, to slay the men who killed her family, Oryan did the unthinkable; she sold her soul to the devil.

Trading her freedom for vampire abilities, Oryan made a deal with Angard, a centuries old vampire. The oldest one known to man. Enslaving herself to him, the vampire turned Oryan.

Blessed with new life, the young vampire sought revenge for her family. The scent of her parents and siblings still on the clothes of their murderers. Her revenge was bloody and lust filled. Oryan had not been prepared for how sweet their blood would taste.

When she returned to her master, Oryan was punished for her messy scene. But in truth, Angard was pleased at the blood lust she showed.

Over the course of centuries, Angard trained Oryan to be his personal killer. Anyone he disliked died at the woman’s hands. They went on like this for year and year until Oryan had enough. She wanted her freedom.

For decades she begged to be released but Angard refused. Knowing that he was older and wiser, Oryan trained until she was confident she could kill him.

Using all the tricks he taught her, channeling the years of abuse, Oryan turned on her master, killing him. In doing so, she inherited all of his powers and abilities, thus making her the most dangerous vampire to date.

[ownmyth]

@deliverthem: [ 14. ] sender whispers, "you’ll ruin me," before biting receiver’s lip hard enough to draw blood.

the two of you are tucked away from the brilliant streetlights of an american city that had been in its infancy, if that, when you were born. it's still the nineties -- you think. the new millennium.

centuries ago, you'd have feared this closeness. feared it with him. not so ago, you'd buried him in an unmarked grave to cheat death. your death, madi's death. christ. you'd succeeded at one of those goals, but not in the way you'd intended.

he mouths at your bottom lip, nipping hard enough to break skin, spill the stolen blood that floods your veins between your mouths. YOU'LL RUIN ME, he says. haven't you already? haven't you both ruined each other beyond repair, lifetimes ago? like paint on a ruined canvas, or rot on a wound. there's no separating you now.

this time, you're the one sealing flint's gesture of devotion with an open mouthed kiss, taking his jaw in your hand to keep him tilted toward you. you hook the first two fingers of your other hand into the waist of his trousers, pulling him forward. he tastes of blood. he tastes familiar.

when you pull away from him, you smile, mean and in dripping red. you pat his cheek once -- a strike in slow motion. "i missed you too, baby."

[misrybred]

𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐎𝐅𝐅, 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 neck & arms stand upward. it was similar to the same 'not right, a little uncanny' feeling she got when first meeting the targaryens. she knows what they are now but could this man be the same ? yet .. why would a vampire, if he was, want to live his immortal existence as priest ? maybe he didn't have a choice in his changing but this he did. alicent understands the level of devotion catholicism can inspire in those who follow the religion--she may not be as devout now but it lingers in her mind, in her blood, from so many years of attending mass. hands clasp at her front, a breath taken in before speaking, ❛ been in the church long, monsingnor pruitt ? ❜ despite her suspicions alicent still feels the need to be respectful.

[ * @variations gets a random starter ! for john pruitt. ]

[misrybred]

𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘, 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 for someone else's prized possession, something beautiful they want restored to how it might have originally looked or how they remember. in fact, she takes pride in the work she does ... in the skill that she holds for making art, artifacts, back to, or as close, to its glory. it makes some part of her happy as much as it seeing her clients happy with the results. it's the thought she goes in with as feet step into the flat of the man who had contacted her company a little over a week ago, head downturned as she shuffles sunglasses into the bag slung over shoulder. an assistant, servant ? she wasn't sure, leading her down a series of hallways before gesturing to a living space that flows into formal seating. brown eyes quickly settle on him, a mr. armand as she knew, as body quietly approches with outstretched hand. ❛ uh, hello. i'm alicent hightower, one of the lead restoration workers you inquired about last week ? i've come to see the pieces you wish to be taken care of, sir. ❜

[ * @lamourstre liked for a starter ! ]