#vampire shifter

[nnyashift]

♱ 𝕷𝖔𝖙𝖙𝖎𝖊 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊 .ᐟ

𝑰 𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑳 𝑩𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑲 𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑶 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹

𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑺 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻𝑺

𝑾𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑵 𝑶𝑵 𝑴𝒀 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑻

💋₊ ⊹ 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄 .ᐟ

✦ · 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 · › charlotte elio love

   ✦ · 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 · › lott, elio, el, harlot

✦ · 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐲 · › non-binary, he/they

  ✦ · 𝐝.𝐨.𝐛 · › february 14 1990 (15, 2005)

✦ · 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐬 · › human (1990—2005)

   ✦ · 𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 · › african american, native american

✦ · 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 · › 5'5" ft. 165 cm. (15)

    ✦ · 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 · › 130 lbs.

✦ · 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 · › lyle love, juliette love

   ✦ · 𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 · › vernon love, mil love, dianne love

✦ · 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 · › kal "knife" callahan

   ✦ · 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 · › joan beaumont

༺𓆩 𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞 𓆪༻

✦ · 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 · Lott's always looking for ways to waste his time— usually those ways are destructive. Typical teenage dirtbag shit: knocking down mailboxes one by one while his bestie zooms her dad's chevrolet spectrum down a richy suburban street ("they probably deserve it!"). Spray painting everything and anything, ripping clothes apart and sewing them back together again, stealing packs of cigarettes from the corner store... But with teen angst comes childhood naivety and a bloated sense of self-confidence, so obviously his dumbassery tends to get him into a lot of trouble.

✦ · 𝐒𝐇𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐑 · Despite his eye-catching appearance and loud taste in clothing, he's typically very quiet. A real timid type of person, doesn't speak much unless spoken to or if they're with their friends. Gets embarrassed when too many people are looking at him but pretends to love the attention to not seem weak around the preps. Gets mad if you point out his embarrassment.

✦ · 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 · Lott's most likely going to be the one to stand up for his friends if someone's messing with them. It's not uncommon for him to have short outbursts, poor thing just has a total lack of patience. But he's not going to say something unsavory for no reason, you'd have to say something super bad to really piss him off. He can get mad over childish things like losing in mario cart or being the butt of a joke, but know his words are never meant to truly hurt you.

✦ · 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓 · His sketchbook is his best friend. Y'know, other than Knife. But what does he turn to when all that teen anger comes bursting at the seams? Good ol' pencil and paper, scribble down his newest ideas and maybe doodle the name of his forbidden lover with hearts for the i's and o's. He has a very sketchy and unique art style that really captures his love for the macabre.

✦ · 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃 · Even though he talks like a damn mouse half the time, Lottie's got one hell of a voice and its impossible to make him shut the fuck up if hes got a groove going. His voice has that nasty punk, grungy texture with lots of rasp and grit. He can scream, growl, and squeal, all that from practicing in his bedroom while his parents were away. Unfortunately it would also piss off his siblings.

༺𓆩 𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 𓆪༻

✦ · pretty brown skin, littered in shitty stick n' poke tattoos and small scars.

✦ · small stature, androgynous, kinda lanky.

✦ · big brown eyes, down turned, slight sanpaku, framed by long black lashes.

✦ · naturally curly black hair, but typically straightened. has chunky red highlights that never fade.

✦ · pretty catlike smile with sharp little canines, plump heart shaped lips.

✦ · doll-like features, cherub cheeks, overplucked eyebrows, small snub nose.

✦ · various diy piercings... right brow piercing, septum, ear gauges, snakebites.

[carmen-vamp-shifter]

𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙.

(pretty empthy for now, I admit.)

Drself

[vamp-princess]

Finally fucking shifted

[salemisha]

she hungers.

ysiraena. ysykaerra. mother of monsters.

all her names...and depending on if a spirit or mortal is speaking to her and especially a type of spirit she's called one over the other.

desired by inhuman forces not just admired, but claimed, hunted, courted by beings beyond comprehension.

a soul-forge key desired by gods, spirits, fae, and nightmares.

ysy was born half dead. but also half alive. and was something other. one foot in the spirit realm the other in the world of the living a convergence of both. the plan worked. the could be eve of a race of vampiric beings.

the ruling caste sought to create a key to immortality, nature's loophole, after thousands of years of attempts.

they made one. but they also made a soul desired by the living and the dead.

[alivia-riddle]

What are yalls top 3 DRs?

Mines:

1. Twilight.

2. Outer Banks.

3. The Vampire Diaries.

[lotuzies]

VAMPIRE REALITY 𖥔 pinterest tour

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ hello! you were just now invited to come and take a look into the reality where blood tainted fangs are more than just a myth. where one's biggest nightmare is another's purest love.

note: this is much better viewed in light mode

── .✦ overview :

O1. louise 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

⊹ let's start with the basics, the star of the show — me! louise virelli-sanguis, daughter of lord lucien & lady seraphina of valora. my enchanting, almost hypnotic beauty is enough to strike through anyone's heart. now, talking about the actual face claim (@/lavbackpack on ig), she was the perfect choice! we are actually quite similar in terms of our features, so i felt like it wasn't too big of a change.

O2. boyf 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

⊹ ultimate heartthrob, park sunghoon, the famous figure skater of the human kind. we met at a festival held in virethia, my birthplace, where the bond and harmony between vampires and humans is celebrated. he was wandering around, presumably lost, until he stumbled into me. love at first sight never felt so real, so right.

O3. poki 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

⊹ my child. pets are common between vampires, such as black cats, owls or even bats. most black cats living in virethia are the ones neglected in the human world, that's why they're most of the feline population here. poki, the one gifted to me around 150 years ago, has been my trusted companion ever since.

O4. closet 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

⊹ obviously, i am entitled to the best (and biggest) selection of clothes. cutesy outfits in dark color schemes for casual outings, grand show-stopper beautiful dresses for important ceremonies or parties, silk pajamas for a feather-like sleep and statement accessories for some spice.

O5. weapons 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

⊹ some of the vampiric population volunteers to go on certain missions on the other side to ensure virethia's safety (and wealth). due majorly to boredom and lots of convincing from my friends, i decided to join this group of people. obviously, i don't own all of those weapons — as i prefer scythes and sickles — but the pictures are an illustration of the most commonly used ones by my teammates.

O6. belongings 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

⊹ things one would definitely find if spent enough time rummaging through my bedroom. lots of make up, books and my diary, fuzzy stuffed animals, accessories, candles, perfume bottles... all things you'd expect a cliché teenage girl to own.

O7. valora 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

⊹ valora, the land ruled by house sanguis is, for me, synonym of home. the most populated town, city of innovation, where the founders of virethia once resided. it's a gleaming city, really, bustling markets, massive factories, the oldest of monumental structures and wonderful workshops where revolutionary ideas come to life. think something close to... dark london streets.

O8. elysium 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

⊹ the true beauty of virethia is the foundation of elysium, land ruled by house caelum. elymians are known to value art in its every form, such as painting, sculpting, philosophy, etc. ethereal gardens, opulent palaces, art galleries and libraries here and there, all places any artist could gather inspiration from. very similar to the streets of rome.

O9. noctis 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

⊹ the eery land of noctis, ruled by house mortis, also popularly known as "the scary ones". full of secrecy involving everything about dark and sometimes forbidden magic, it's landscapes are the closest to what humans mostly assume as the place vampires would live — towering black spires, haunted forests and shadowy lakes accentuated with a thick and misty atmosphere.

── .✦ final notes : i love love loooove this reality with all my heart!!! and even though it was a pain in the ass having to use my laptop to make this post (stupid photo limit), i still really enjoyed this whole process. let me know if u want me to make my pinterest boards public if u need inspo/visuals for a similar dr (this is still a wip tho, i'll def add more pins and sections in the future). anyways, thank u if u reached this far! byebye & go shift ! ><

[solarlyls]

𝓐͟𝔯͟𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔢 Dr 𝓘𝔫͟𝔱𝔯͟𝔬

⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆

♱ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 空 ✶ — 𝔑ataline ℭle𝔪͟𝔬͟𝔫͟𝔱͟è͟

⟡— Nataline Clemontè was born on December 4th, in the golden heart of Piltover. A city of brilliance, where men in tailored suits sipped on aged champagne, murmuring of their fortunes and innovations beneath the glow of streetlights. It was a world of prestige, polished brass, and gleaming marble. And in the midst of it all stood the Clemontè family, her younger sister, Eugenia Clemontè, her father, Francis Clemontè, the esteemed Dean of Piltovers Academy, and her mother, Calypso, a councilor who carried the weight of a past she could never speak of.

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Even though she walked among the privileged, Nataline was never truly from Piltover. Her father bore the blood of Albæen, a distant land (a made up continent),and her mother, despite her high status, was not from topside at all. A Zaunite by birth, she carried her origins like a shadow. And so, from the moment she could walk, Nataline moved between two worlds, the gleaming Piltover and the raw, harsh Undercity.

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Down in the depths of Zaun, she found the pieces of herself that Piltover could never offer. Powder, Mylo, Claggor, and Ekko, each one of them were a piece of her past. And Vi. The girl who felt less like a friend and more like something Nataline couldn’t quite define, yet she found herself drawn to her, captivated by a bond that went beyond mere friendship.

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That was the other life she lived, the other name she answered to. Carmilla. A sort of shield to protect their family secret in the Lanes. She was not the daughter of a councilor or the heir to the family name, she was simply Carmilla, a girl who belonged to the dim-lit alleys of Zaun just as much as she did in Piltovers grand halls. Vander knew. Silco knew. Felicia knew.

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⟡— By day, Nataline Clemontè lived a quiet and structured life, books in the grand library, paintings in the garden, and afternoons spent at the Kiramman estate. She and Caitlyn had been inseparable since birth, their mothers both councilors, their daughters both restless rebels in a world of rules and expectations.

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But there was another side to her, “Carmilla” the name she carried in the Lanes, the life hidden beneath her polished manners. But also, something even greater, a power she never asked for. The ability to bend minds and bodies to her will, a discovery made in the middle of a street fight with drunken thugs. A secret she should have kept except when it came to Violet and Caitlyn.

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Her double life was balanced on a fragile and thin thread, but it worked. Until everything fell apart. The explosion. The loss. Violet, her friends, her parents, her control. Enforcers found her in the ruins and dragged her home, but she wasn’t the same. At sixteen, she became the head of House Clemontè, forced to carry a legacy she never wanted. With no one left but Caitlyn, she made the only choice she could, and told her the whole truth.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

Now, at twenty one, she still plays both sides. Nataline, co-councilor to her younger sister Eugenia, a name that carries weight in Piltover. And Carmilla, a ghost in Zaun, helping where she can. Two lives, each demanding a part of her, leaving her caught in a space between.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

special thanks to @zaddizu for telling me how to make gradient texts in tumblr!

dividers by @fairytopea

[tteokshifts]

me as a vampire in my vampire dr watching a beatles concert in the 60s because i love them in all realities

[deerdoegone]

SHERIFF ANNOUNCES END TO SEARCH FOR MISSING COLLEGE STUDENT, STERNLY REMINDS RESIDENTS TO AVOID FOREST WITHOUT GUIDE.

welcome to WESTPORT, new hampshire. along the eastern united states coastline, the vast flora and fauna that surround it can often mock the town's own population of long-term residents and obnoxious college students. sometimes, it feels like westport transitions to poorly mimic a major city or small town, depending on the situation; tight-knit, but this isn't a "everybody knows everybody" circumstance. it easily attracts tourists for the woodsy comfort, beaches underneath the cliffs, and charming appearance. with the main export being lumber and fish, it's not surprising to see most employed residents making pretty pennies for their latest catches. if not that, most work in business and law. as the leaves turn warm hues and greyhound buses arrive with passengers buying out hotels in and around the town, a unique species finds its own way there.

it is october 2009, and halloween is right around the corner. intro to my 2000s / 10s vampire dream reality.

somewhere along the rocky and eroded coastline, there lies the human embodiment of a deer in front of headlights: AALIYAH DOE. born on valentine's day, she is anxiously sweet and self-consciously forgiving. a sophomore attending the local ST. ANDREW'S UNIVERSITY, her focus is on directorial production and creative writing. pursuing the arts has been her goal in life since she was six. she knew from a young age who she wanted to be, and that carefully constructed identity involved escaping the foggy air of her hometown and becoming a hollywood director or screenplay writer, maybe even both if she was lucky. she calls sofia coppola her hero, loves catherine hardwick and wes anderson, and has an eye for the dreaminess of psychological horror. she is the epitome of the OBSESSED ARTIST trope, but is also a BABY DOLL.

her common traits are selfless. genuine. warm-hearted. kind. open-minded. shy.

covered in muted shades and feminine attire, she blends in with the dull backdrop and isn’t visually loud or colorful. one of her biggest pleasures comes from lying in bed all day and thinking of her crush on NATHANIEL "NATHAN" HARE, a quiet boy who sits next to her in algebra. they aren't friends, by the way. she's just a smitten girl who thinks asking for clarification on the answer to number five is flirting. it is not. someone tell her that. like right now. at the start of the school year, the professor had everyone introduce themselves to the person next to them and from that conversation, she knows that he is from a small town in canada and attending SAU on a student visa while working at a local shop downtown. he once offered to drive her home after classes due to the weather but she just stared wide eyed and couldn't accept it, blurting out that her mom was already picking her up. she walked home in the rain that day. NATHAN is portrayed by devon bostick.

as an unnoticeable amount of BRUTAL ATTACKS deemed to be animal aggression travels along the coast and hits quiet little westport, aaliyah puts her former life of normalcy on the back burner in order to help nathan come to terms with his newfound vampiric turning and help him grapple with the grief of who he once was AKA i live in offbrand twin peaks/arcadia bay/mystic falls/devil's kettle/forks and the guy i had a crush on showed up to my house one night after a concert covered in blood because he survived a vampire attack at the cost of becoming one himself.

aaliyah is the youngest daughter of JENNIFER DOE, a former editorial designer turned housewife who relocated to westport shortly after marrying SEAN MATTHEWS, a businessman in the tourism trade with his job primarily attending to upper-class tourists from western states and european cities. her older sisters are ELIANA and MARIAH, respectively twenty-six and twenty-two. only she and mariah still live with their parents under the roof of a neat two-story family traditional in upper-middle class neighborhood MOSSFIELD HILLS. she doesn't have many friends by choice and prefers a smaller circle, consistently seen with SO-HEE OH, AVA FRENCH, and NISA NABHANI, girls she's been best friends with since childhood and formed a group amongst the four.

[velvetbeeez]

𝐴 ℒ𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔞 𝓋𝔞𝔪𝔭𝔦𝔯𝔢

(note: he wrote this to me when we were forced to be away for a while because of a plague or something, still figuring the details out...)

to my evermore darling, my blood stained bride,

beneath the surface of ink i bleed thoughts long kept silent, the parchment is a poor substitute for your gaze but it is all i am granted in times so dire. The crows accompany me in my melancholy and misery. How quiet the castle has become with the absence of your rustling silks, ever living chatter and your chiming laughter. I have become a brooding man without the warmth of your hand in mine. I breathe in your scent that lingers like mist in our chambers and i kiss your plump awaiting pillow to get only a glimpse of you, i do not.

These mortals clutch on to their pearls and god for solace, while having stolen mine. Come home to me dear, how long must torture be upon me?

I see ghosts of you everywhere, half-glimpsed reflections in the looking glass, the lingering flutter of your gown along a banister. I sit by the hearth, hands outstretched to the fire, and imagine your fingers lacing with mine, cold against cold, and still somehow, I burn.

How cruel this hunger can be...

Not the hunger for blood, though that too gnaws at me like a monster pulling on the strings that hold the path to darkness, but the hunger for you, my heart. My thirst, ancient as it is, has grown insatiable for your voice at dusk, for the soft sound you make, for the feel of your forehead pressed to mine as the dawn bleeds through the colored windows and we lie tangled, unscathed by ruthless symphony of time.

Come home and call me vain, come home and slap my head, kiss the corner of my mouth, and curse me further with his haunting love of yours, bind me with chains that i wear like jewels, with a pride unmatched even by gods.

Has your hunger grown, too? Do your hands tremble when they find themselves empty of mine? Or have you grown used to the castle’s silence, to the wind brushing your cheek where once I kissed oh so fervently?

I could tear the very veil of night to reach you. I would burn through heaven and hell. I would lay waste to all land if it meant I might cradle your face between my itching palms once more.

And yet, I wait.

I wait because you are my medicine and my disease, because you would not appreciate my terror, i wait because i promised you that i will be a good man for you

But I wait like a beast in winter, still and starving. I am watching the horizon. For you, my beloved. For your footprints upon the death touched snow. For the sound of your laugh, the weight of your wrath, the taste of your poison.

Return to me. Or call me to you.

You need only whisper across the miles, and I will come. I will come bloodied, demolished and ruined, but yours...

Stare at the moon and dream of me as i burn my eyes before the blazing sun to touch upon your soul.

Humans here have become fewer, they lie in their graves as the moon wanes torturously. We must flee here soon my heart, it is but vital.

You must not worry your thoughts with the burden of this, wear the necklace i gifted you, it's metal must cling cold upon your chest so you would remember my touch even in your time away. Let me know of your health and being soon.

Your Edmund,

in destruction and in resurrection.

[eroctcismm]

𝙫𝙖𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗿𝔢 𝗱𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗿𝙤

" 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖺 𝘃𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈

𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 , 𝗺𝘆 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗋. "

𝗛𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡, 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗝𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗘 . 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝗐𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗛𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡 𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗏𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗘𝗡𝗚𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗗 , 𝟣𝟩𝟨𝟥 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗗-𝗨𝗣𝗢𝗡-𝗔𝗩𝗢𝗡.

𝖨𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗟𝗬 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾, 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗃𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗐 𝗎𝗉 𝗐���𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗔 𝗛𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡 , 𝖺 𝖾𝗀𝗈𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖼 𝖺𝗇𝖽 narcissistic 𝗏𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾 who always allegated creating her daughter from 𝗦𝗖𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗦. 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗃𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗄𝗂𝖽/𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖿𝖿𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽, 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗋, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗠𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥.

𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝟣𝟤𝟤 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗃𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗉𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒, 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗩𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗔𝗚𝗘 , 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗑𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗒, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗏𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗌, 𝗕𝗘𝗟𝗔 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬𝗘, 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗇 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗏𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗃𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾'𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝖠𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝟣𝟪𝟪𝟧, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗙𝗥𝗘𝗘.

𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙇𝙊𝗩𝗘𝗥𝔖 . . .

𝗩𝗢𝗬𝗚𝗘𝗥, 𝗕𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗔. 𝖮𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗩𝗔𝗠𝗣𝗜𝗥𝗘𝗦 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾, 𝗕𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗫 "𝖡𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺" 𝖵𝗈𝗒𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝟣𝟩𝟧𝟫, 𝗕𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗟. 𝖠 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗏𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾, 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖿𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗥𝗢𝗢𝗠 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦 ,𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾.

𝗛𝗨𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗡, 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬𝗘. 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝖻𝗎𝖻𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽-𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒, 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗒𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝟣𝟩𝟨𝟧, 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗪𝗜𝗖𝗞. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗏𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗦𝗤𝗨𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗍𝗒, 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗂𝗁 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗋 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇.

sooo… yeah! I think this is simple but I don’t know what to put here anymore 🫠 I’ll make a post soon only about the mansion and everything, so yeaaaah, Pinterest board is also available for this dr

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[deepinthegroves]

forever is such a long time, but i don't mind, not if it's with you.

[i-heart-slashers]

Fur and Fangs

𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: The Lost Boys x FelineShifter!Reader

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: You followed them for the thrill, a silent stray with secrets stitched into your fur—but when your truth is revealed, you become more than their pet; you become their heart.

Now, the cave is yours as much as theirs. You move between worlds—whiskers and skin, purrs and promises—and they let you. Because you didn’t just find them.

You chose them.

And they’ll never let you go.

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 1.2k

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: mild language. implied sexual/intimate tension.

It began on a humid Santa Carla night, the boardwalk alive with neon and screams, the air thick with the scent of salt and sweat. A Ragdoll cat with fur like pale moonlight and smoky dusk, slipped through the chaos unnoticed. Eyes blue like sharp sea glass, tracked the world from alleys and rooftops.

Then there they were.

The Lost Boys. Four vampires cloaked in leather and rebellion, their laughter sharp as shattered glass. They moved like predators, all swagger and hunger, their presence a magnet for trouble.

You'd always been drawn to chaos, and they were its living pulse. So with small paws padding against the floor you followed, silent as a whisper, into the sunken cave they called home.

The cave was a cathedral of decay—stalactites dripping like wax, fairy lights strung through the gloom, and the faint hum of the ocean beyond. You sauntered in just before dawn, weaving between scuffed boots and trailing coats, your tail a proud banner. Marko spotted you first, crouched near a pile of salvaged junk, his curls catching the firelight.

"Yo, check it—a cat?" His voice was half-laugh, half-awe like he'd stumbled on a treasure. He reached out, then froze when you hopped onto a jagged stone seat, claiming it like a throne.

Paul sprawled on a couch, flicked his hair back, and squinted. "No way a stray looks that good. Bet she's someone's pampered princess."

You ignored him, locking eyes with David.

He sat at the cave's heart, cigarette smoldering between gloved fingers, his platinum hair glowing under the dim light. Those icy eyes studied you, unreadable but intrigued. You didn't flinch, didn't blink—just leaped into his lap with liquid grace, curling into the folds of his coat. His hand hovered, then settled between your ears, stroking with a confidence that bordered on possession.

"She's got taste," he said, voice low, a smirk ghosting his lips.

That was the beginning.

You became their shadow, their constant. The cave wasn't complete without your soft paws padding across stone or your purring weight in someone's lap. They didn't question where you came from—strays were common in Santa Carla, even ones as flawless as you. To them, you were a mystery they didn't need to unravel. You were simply theirs.

Marko, the wildest of them, took to you like a kid with a new toy. He'd slip you scraps of rare steak, grinning as you nibbled with dainty precision. "No eating animals, got it?" he declared one night, pointing at the others like a general. "Noodle is crew now. No one touches her." The rule stuck, a rare thread of mercy in their blood-soaked world.

Dwayne persistantly quiet, became your sanctuary. At dawn, when the others grew restless, he'd sit with you on a ledge overlooking the sea, his leather jacket warm under your fur. He'd read from tattered novels—Poe, Shelley, Stoker—his voice a low rumble as you dozed on his chest. He called you Luna, a name whispered like a secret.

Paul, ever the showman, dubbed you Sugarfluff with a theatrical wink, snapping his fingers as you passed. "Look at you, stealing hearts like a pro," he'd tease, tossing you a lazy salute. You'd flick your tail, unimpressed, but his laughter was infectious.

David never named you. He didn't need to. His lap was your domain, his gloved hand your summons. You'd leap up without hesitation, claiming the space as if it had always been yours. He'd stroke your fur in silence, his touch both command and invitation. In those moments, you were his anchor, the one thing in his endless nights that didn't demand blood.

You weren't just a cat. You were their center, their unspoken vow. They didn't know you were listening, watching, choosing them as much as they chose you.

But secrets don't stay buried in a cave full of vampires.

It was a rare early return from the boardwalk, the boys bursting in with the scent of blood and salt on their coats. You thought you'd have hours alone, time to stretch into your true self. So you'd shifted, letting your feline form melt away. Human again, you lounged in David's chair, legs draped over the arm, the firelight casting shadows across your bare skin. One of their long coats—Marko's, by the smell of paint and leather—hung loosely over your shoulders, a makeshift robe.

The cave door swung open, and they stopped dead.

Four pairs of eyes—gold-flecked, predatory—locked onto you. The air thickened, heavy with shock and something darker.

Paul broke the silence with a nervous laugh. "Holy shit, Sugarfluff? You're—you're a babe?"

Marko's mouth hung open, his hand still clutching a half-eaten burger. "I fed you steak."

Dwayne's gaze was steady, assessing, but not hostile. "A shifter," he said, voice soft but certain, like he'd pieced it together in seconds. He'd heard about them in the native stories back when he was young.

David didn't move. His cigarette burned, forgotten in his hand, ash drifting to the floor. His eyes, cold and piercing, held yours—not with anger, but with something deeper, sharper. Ownership.

You rose slowly and deliberately, the coat slipping slightly to reveal the curve of your collarbone. "I've been around longer than you think," you said, voice smooth as velvet, carrying the same confidence you wore in fur. "I chose this place. Chose you."

The silence stretched, taut as a wire.

Then David stepped forward, closing the distance in three measured strides. His gloved hand brushed a strand of hair from your face, his touch lingering at your jaw. "You've been ours this whole time," he said, not a question but a claim, his voice low and final.

You tilted your head, meeting his gaze without flinching. "And you've been mine."

Marko let out a whoop, breaking the tension, his arm slung around your shoulders like you were already family. "Hell yeah, she stays! Shifter or not, she's one of us."

Paul grinned, leaning against the wall with a mock swoon. "A hot chick that's a cat? I'm in love. Sugarfluff's still my girl."

Dwayne's lips curved, a rare smile softening his edges. "You kept our secrets. You're family."

David's hand settled on your waist, his grip firm but not forceful. His eyes searched yours, and in them, you saw the weight of his decision—not just to let you stay but to bind you closer. "You're not going anywhere," he murmured, and the words were a promise, a chain, a vow.

Now, the cave feels alive in a new way. You shift freely, one moment a Ragdoll curling atop David's throne, the next a woman laughing in Paul's arms or trading quiet words with Dwayne by the fire. They still hunt and still revel in their immortal chaos, but they come back to you. Always to you.

You are their secret, their heart, their queen in fur and flesh. And in the shadowed depths of the cave, where the ocean whispers and the fire burns low, you know one truth above all:

No one will ever take you from them.

[salemisha]

daydreams about different worlds.

about me

shifter. twenty-one. black. multimedia enjoyer. critically online. fell down the wrong internet pipelines + unsupervised age access at 6 years old which led me to here. shifted 1x + 5 minishifts. discovered shifting in 2018 on the ancient days of amino. down to interact with anyone. i follow back if you want to moots!

i find dark drs (not some weird incely rapey nazi shit) intriguing like morally complex messy drs for example vampire drs, witches, idk dark multimedia drs like hannibal or yellowjackets or basically anything that is complex and morally grey. if you have those type of drs i will interact might even ask questions about it.. yes im fucking nosy...

feel free to send asks or speak in my inbox i like to interact with others!

dr(s)

saintess of blood and bone, the eve of vampiric beings. set in old valyria (extremely loosely based off asoiaf). future bride of the hollow prince.

my interpertation of old valyria is extremely loose and headcannon based, more based on ancient egypt (ptolemy), mesopotamia, summeria, babylon, and ancient greece (minoan). but heavily mystical. yes old valyria is essentially my historical dr...just without me having to be historically accurate...

world is still set in asoiaf because i like the history and the worldbuilding just a very extremely headcannon based.

beliefs

no concepts fan. i believe awareness is and everything else is dependent on awareness. including concepts like LOA, etc. im the big believer of whatever helps me shift is what i stick to and no concepts approach has worked so... yh! but again open minded to anything.

dni

general dni list and racists. anti shifters, jump! overly woke/judgmental niggas not to be on some dark edgy incel shit. monitoring spirits. old valyria and targaryen/targcest haters this might not be the blog for u idk...struggling to find out what else to put...

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LAST TIMES I SEEN THE SUN IN MY VAMPIRE DR. (life before vampirism.)

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⋆ˊˎ-•̩̩͙- *̩̩̥͙ IF YOU SAY I’M TOO MUCH, BABY, GO FIND LESS... teen wolf diaries reality intro!!

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° liliana amore finstock [born sept. 10, 2008] is the labonair werewitch. i was born in new orleans, louisiana as aurora iris labonair to noah labonair & juno labonair née claire. my parents were killed two months after i was born by richard xavier dumas who not only hated that my dad, the alpha, had married a witch but also that my parents, aunt & uncle had wanted to make peace with the vampires. i was found by marcel alongside my cousin hayley who took us both to father kieran who found us both homes. while hayley ended up with the marshall family, i was adopted by bobby finstock and ended up living in mystic hills, california. i accidentally broke my werewolf curse at 11 years old protecting myself which also led to the discovery of my siphoning powers. my dad wasn’t scared though and did his best to help keep it a secret from the rest of the town. he got help from sheila bennett for my magic but we had to navigate my wolf side alone. it’s now january 1, 2025 and i’m a sophomore at mystic hills high school.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° my family

༉‧₊˚. bobby finstock [born oct. 30, 1982] is the human father. he was born in mystic hills, california. he originally had no plans of ever having a kid but during a trip to new orleans, something had drawn him to the church where he saw me. it was an immediate connection and he adopted me on the spot. when i first broke my curse, he was surprised but not afraid. he quickly reached out to sheila who agreed to help teach me control over my magic.

༉‧₊˚. hayley marshall [born jun. 6, 2007] is the long lost cousin. she was born in new orleans, louisiana to the younger brother of my dad. when our parents were killed she was only 1 year old. neither of us have any idea that the other exists of course but we’ll feel a familial connection immediately upon meeting.

༉‧₊˚. davina claire [born jul. 19, 2010] is the harvest witch. she was born in new orleans, louisiana to the older brother of my mom. growing up, she had no idea that i existed although she did know about my mom as her own father constantly talked down on her for marrying a werewolf.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° thomas james salvatore [born jan. 24, 1835] is the salvatore heretic. he was born in mystic hills, california to giuseppe salvatore & cora salvatore née winslow as the oldest of 3 children. his mother was an extremely powerful witch who died shortly after giving birth, leaving thomas with his neglectful father. when giuseppe remarried to lillian, thomas was extremely upset and refused to acknowledge her as his mother. at 9 years old, he learned of his status as a siphoner when he accidentally siphoned from one of the lockwoods. when his father learned of it, he scolded thomas harshly and told him to never do it again. growing up, he never got along with damon & absolutely hated him but he did have a semi-decent relationship with stefan. once katherine arrived to mystic falls, she was determined to have not just damon & stefan, but thomas as well only he wasn’t interested. eventually she settled for being his friend and before she was ‘killed’ she offered to turn him so that he wouldn’t have to siphon from others, which he happily accepted and was turned into a heretic on september 23, 1864. for the past century, he’s kept in close contact with katherine and the two are very close friends.