does the au thing count for stuff you have drawn because i am really interested in your vampire drawings for homestuck
Ah, yes! That’s Vampire: The Masquerade.
Most of my headcanons for that one are pretty out in the open, so I’ll try to state some non-obvious ones. For those of you who don’t know VTM lore, I’d recommend perusing their wiki!
1. The Serkets are from clan Lasombra- and while they were sabbat members for a while, they eventually decided to hang around the Camarilla.2. The Amporas are very old Tzimisce- with Eridan being highly skilled in Viscissitude and Cronus being pretty decent with Animalism and Auspex. 3. The Captors were born as Kindred. Their mother was embraced early on in her pregnancy, and guess what got passed down. She didn’t make it, of course, and they were thusly sireless. 4. Kankri is bloodbound to Cronus. Eridan is bloodbound to Vriska.5. The Peixes and Zahhaks are both from clan Ventrue, and Meenah is the prince of their territory.
" ...No. Nonono, not you. You don't havve any powwers yet. You're not a useful tremere. Tremere are already shit compared to my clan, but you're like, the shittiest shit-tier. The lowest tier. You're nothin."
Kankri, calm collected Kankri lapsing into uncontrollable Frenzy is one of the most beautiful things to imagine ever. Kankri blacking out and waking up surrounded by carnage and frightened peers, desperately trying to apologize for his atrocious actions and breaking down at the sight of so much blood.
TW for incest, dubcon, and mentions of death and violence.
For this picture.
--------
"Kankri."
He's working his shirt off of himself.
"Brother."
You glance up at him. The last of his buttons pops free of its clasp under his eager fingers.
"We've been together for more than two hundred years, Kankri. Alone. All of our family is dead. All of our friends are dead."
"Thank you for the reminder." You fix him with a look, but his eyes are on your lips, and they're on your tongue when it flicks out to lick your teeth.
"No one cares about us anymore. No one's watching."
"Karkat, we've already had this discussion. It's-"
"Unethical, I know. Disgusting. Abhorrent. Unholy." His lips curl as he spits the word out. "Like we're not any of those things already. You honestly think it's going to make a difference- it's not much compared to, oh, you know, the robbery-"
"Karkat."
"-The kidnapping-"
"Karkat, stop-"
"The Murder-"
"Karkat!"
His eyes are glassy, pupils wide and brows drawn close together. He looks hurt. Two hundred years of practice makes one a very good actor.
"Just this one thing, Kankri. That's all I'm asking. You killed me- You attacked me and you killed me, and you won't do this for me?"
"It was for your own good-"
"It was so you wouldn't be all by yourself and you know it!" He shakes his head. "...You selfish prick."
Your lip hitches up into a snarl, but it’s a only a moment before you even your expression back out.
“...You think it’s selfish that I kept you alive.”
“I think it’s selfish that you forced me into becoming a killer!” His fists are balled at his sides, and he looks angry now- genuinely angry.
“You took away my humanity- you alienated me from our family! The only thing keeping me from watching them die is the fact that they chased us away! Because we’re freaks, Kankri!”
You look down.
“...I was sixteen, you bastard. And I’m stuck like that, and you couldn’t have waited, couldn’t have let me live a little longer, because your misery wanted company- you wanted me in the same sunken ship that you were stuck in.”
“Karkat, I-”
“Shut up, Kankri. For five fucking minutes, shut up and listen to me.”
He’s calming himself down now. His gait is slow and careful, calculated. It’s the way he walks up to people on the street, people that once he’s done with he’ll toss into an alley somewhere and forget about. You wonder if when he’s done with you, he’ll toss you aside too.
“You wanted to keep me around forever, and you got that. Now let me… Let me get close to you.”
His hands are on your shirt now, and you let him pull it off of you. If you were alive, if either of you were alive, the contact might be warm. As it is, you are both quite literally cold as death.
“You know,” he murmurs, “What you’ve done to me? It’s kind of like marriage.”
He undoes your pants. “We’ve been happily committed for… two hundred and fifty eight years now? Don’t you think we’re a bit due for some consummation?”
“Karkat, no. It’s not like-”
“You’re right. It’s not like marriage too much, is it.” He glowers at you. “If we were married, I’d be able to leave.”
Your gaze is drawn to the window as he grips you by the ankles, tipping you back onto the bed so he can pull your pants off of you. Your heart, cold as ever, beats rapidly in your chest. You know he can feel it, but you still don’t let your face betray you.
“...Karkat, I…” You would apologize, but he wouldn’t listen.
“...Do whatever you’d like.”
For some reason, you’re expecting a grin. He doesn’t offer one.
“No. I’m not doing anything to you. I won’t let you sit back without participating. No pouting, brother.”
His lips find your neck, and you’re surprised he doesn’t bite you. They just nuzzle, peach-soft skin that reminds you too much of life. His teeth catch the lobe of your ear, and he sucks on it for a moment before he mumbles, almost inaudible.
“Take me, Kankri. Take me with all the vigor you had when you turned me.”
