#Vampire!Yuu

[happilyasimp]

How Eclipse hides his true species

He will literally make it look like he's breathing.

Pretends to actually eat when people are looking

Literally refuses to take his facemask off and gets uncomfortable and glares when someone suggests taking it off

Tries his best not to hiss or let his eyes show red

Pretends to faint if someone chokes him to where he isn't supposed to breathe

Only walks slow or runs slow when people are looking at him.

Masks the scent of blood with strong cologne (I mean he wears strong cologne anyway)

This man will try everything and anything to hide the fact that he's a daywalker vampire. Once the secret is out however it's a whole other ball game. And you might wanna be careful if you're the one that exposed his secret, he's gonna be extremely pissed especially with all the hard work he's put into it. I mean that's wasted work ya know? He could have wasted that doing something else

[heccfriccart]

Wooo part 4! Might take a quick break after this one, but we'll see how it goes :)

part one / part two / part three

[twstjam]

The fic ideas are suddenly so abundant tonight

Okay so brief context: I really love the idea of dragons claiming kingdoms and because the kingdom is their territory (and also they're op as fuck who'd deny them?) they rule it, protect it, etc.

Anyways Malleus, instead of ruling over his land, acts more like a guardian. He just wants to chill really and mind his own business. Ofc he's a dragon and needs that sweet sweet gold so in exchange for letting the humans govern themselves and also offering them protection, the humans have to bring him treasure and stuff. Preferably gold, but anything that piques his interest really.

Anyways something² he's chilling at some old building like one does and is surprised to find someone living there. He's in a more human appearance though so the human, amusingly, doesn't recognise him as the fearsome dragon Malleus. Anyways Yuu explains to him that this old place belongs to their family and they decided to fix it up and move in. Malleus is disappointed but the building was never offered to him so he doesn't own it and therefore has no right to prevent Yuu from occupying his favorite resting place. (we all know what happens from there)

Time skip!! Whoopsie the great guardian of the kingdom has fallen in love with a human and word of this somehow reaches a rival dragon who had conquered a nearby kingdom. This rival dragon uses this information to bait Malleus into a duel in which, if Malleus loses, he has to give up his territory and also his desired mate.

Losing his land and Yuu is the least of Malleus's worries if he loses though, because dragons fight to the death.

[frikitty]

She made Halloween better

[meiusoo-twistedtwst]

not saying Malleus & MC are siblings you know what I mean

prob better pics to compare with but seriously!! They’re are prob more parallels between Zero & Silver than Jade & Sebastian I swear-😭😭

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Silver & Zero Parallels Here!

[diacripticcomplex]

Shu and Yuma/ Mika and Yuu they give me the same vibes

[princechaikka]

WHEN ME AND THE YULLENERS HAVE BEEN SAYING THIS FOR SO LONG

[yaksha-lover]

What about a yuu who likes enjoy living there?

I mean, it can be because they are introverted and they didn't have many friends. But after they come here they don't feel as lonely as before?

So basically a yuu who enjoys living in the mansion

For vampire au

Other than the initial fear/uncertainty, if you didn’t really have a life you wanted to go back to then living at the mansion wouldn’t be too bad actually.

For one, Lilia loves having you there and will try to make your life as nice as possible, with him trapping you here after all. He’ll spare no expense in getting you what you’d like, whether that be the nicest clothes or foods you’ve been craving. Lilia will try to grant you any wish he can, aside from letting you leave.

You’ve made a good group of friends, with Epel being your best friend. He’s easy to talk to and maybe the first real friend you feel like you’ve had. Not to mention Ace, Deuce, and Jack who all spend time with you. Here, you have people who actually like you, and actively want to spend time with you.

Malleus takes a special interest in you too, and you understand his loneliness better than anyone. It’s hard for both of you to make friends, but if you’re willing he’ll gladly become yours, and even something more if you’re interested.

Even the others who appear less friendly at first introduction would soften to you over time. Rook’s intial interest would develop into real friendship, which he then uses to force Vil to actually get to know you. Trey invites you to his and Riddle’s tea times; you, Ruggie, and a grumbling Leona take care of the stray cats together; Jade and Floyd drag you out (with Lilia’s permission) to dine at Azul’s fine establishment (their treat, of course). You and Jamil become friends through sheer force of Kalim’s will and constantly forcing you two to be in each other’s presence. You catch a glimpse of Idia playing a video game you’re interested in and force yourself to be social and talk to him about it. He’s as awkward as you are, which actually makes both of you feel better, and now you regularly play games with him.

Overall, living at the mansion isn’t lonely at all. You could come to be very happy there if you wanted to! It’s certain that the residents wouldn’t want you to leave anytime soon.

[yuri-is-online]

I’d let him bite me <3 <-Most normal Idia fan

lmao

I'm pretty sure all the pointy teef boys have fans clamoring to be given a little nibble. Just a tiny cronch, maybe draw some blood idc

[black-sapphire57]

If I’m dead dead dead honest! I never really cared about Angel Mikaela until this very moment. He’s so kept in the dark and innocent that it’s practically a crime to have killed him (ironic how it’s not) I don’t hate either him or Paimon.

[cecidibujera]

It's her birthday :) She could play a vampire prince, for the occasion

[probablynoposts]

yeah, I had to

Character design by: @remturtle (Vampire MC/Yuu design)

I literally don’t know how to put into words how much I love your character designs or I guess your AU character designs. Whatever they are, they are all amazing.

Bonus:

me whenever @remturtle makes new au art

[spaceangst]

yuu and guren represent the side of humanity that would do anything for their loved ones, even commit heavenly sins and break taboos. it's not realistic, but in the grand scheme of things, that's the essence of being human⎯struggling with losing people you didn't think you were supposed to.

mika opposing that wanting to let the dead stay dead while he himself is no longer human sets him up as the perfect foil for guren, i would say, because you're right: ons wouldn't be ons without either of the two characters.

adding on to that⎯yuu not being entirely human either and swaying between selfishness for the sake of it and saving everyone bc it’s “right” almost signifies that battle between his human side and the other (seraph? demon? angel?) side. yuu's an interesting case bc he and mika have this whole past (and they aren't even humans) that adds to their story line because then it raises the question⎯is it human to be selfish and then regret it and wish to atone? is it inhuman to be selfish with reckless abandon?

[nayruwu]

SO... I was just thinking, let's say hypothetically.. mahiru guren & shinya weren't toxic ca16 was written by a less misogynist author then would you like mahigureshin as like poly ship? It just came in my head as much as I dislike how author wrote them esp mahirus character I still think in alternative setting it might work?? They are kind of catastrophic trio with very poetic themes & victim of fate kinda afterall.

honestly probably yeah. most powerful trio imagineable.

although i actually have no clue what mahiru's personality would be like were she not written by such an author. i think i've read some cool modern AUs in which i really liked her - kickass businesswoman that overworks herself trying to get her little sister out of a difficult situation while simulteanously juggling her relationship with her boyfriend and their shared trophy wife, i think that'd fit her well. "all you do is work :(" "you don't understand i'm doing this for us!!!111!1!1!!1!!!" type of stuff.

i will forever treasure that little snippet of her and shinya making fun of guren together, that was adorable. the way things should've been.

[britishassistant]

The Letter Kills (Unless We Do First)

“Ah, there you are, my dear scribe!”

The tiefling child dwarfed by the large wooden desk in the center of the guild hall looks up from her transcription. Her face twists into an expression of resigned politesse

“Welcome back, Guild Master Crowley.” She recites dutifully. “Did you have a pleasant walk?”

Dire Crowley preens as he strides closer to the reception desk. “Some of the fine gentlemen of the Hellriders wished to express their admiration, but regrettably I could not spare the time for them! It is truly a trial, my dear scribe, to be a man in such urgent demand!”

“I’ll take your word for it, Guild Master.” She says, insultingly returning her attention to the documents in front of her. “We’ve received several new requests in the interim. A few are more trouble than they’re worth, like this one to kidnap Archivist Frostsong of Candlekeep for an artificer in Athkatla, but there are some others—”

“Ah-hem!” He holds up a stern finger. “My dear, you should know better than to bother me with such trivialities! I would’ve thought a girl of ten summers would understand the importance of Need To Know.”

He is very fond of phrases like Need To Know.

They make running this mercenary guild so much more easier on him personally.

The child’s face twitches briefly, before she replies carefully. “I’m twelve, Guild Master. And I’m, I’m no—”

“You see?” Crowley shakes his head solemnly, “That’s hardly Need To Know information now, is it? But I shall overlook your misstep, as I am so gracious. Especially given there is an important task for you to complete! One that the future of the Night Raven Mercenary Guild could depend on!”

At this, the junior scribe straightens, finally taking her duties seriously. “A task, Guild Master?”

“Lock the doors, my dear scribe.” Crowley intones. “We must not be disturbed for this.”

The child swallows, before opening a drawer in the desk and pulling out the master key.

She wavers slightly as she trots to the door, steps stumbling and unsure without the tail her species uses to serve as a counterbalance. Or is it perhaps a rudder?

It is hardly information that Crowley Needs To Know, after all.

The heavy lock snaps into place, and the preteen turns to see Crowley perched on the edge of her desk. Trepidation crawls across her features. “What now, Guild Master?”

Crowley reaches into his fine, feathered cloak and withdraws a sheaf of parchment with a flourish. “There is an important missive in dire need of dictation.”

He spares a moment to chuckle at his own joke. Ah, what a witty man he is!

The child’s shoulders tense. “Oh. Any particular reason?”

“Would I ever lead you astray, my dear scribe?” He coos. “But, I will forgive your doubts of my honorable character, as I am so gracious.”

He waits for her to totter back to the desk before laying the parchment before her. “Please note the date at the top left, and this address at the right.”

He is pleased to see that there are no errant smudges of the black ink as her left hand dutifully inscribes what he has demanded.

It had taken him more effort than usual to correct that mistake.

By the time she has finished writing though, that silly pinch in her brow has returned.

“Guild Master, do you truly trust me to hear this? This address, it sounds like it could belong to a patriar of the Gate.”

“That is because it does belong to a patriar of the Gate, my dear scribe.” He smiles fondly at her foolishness. “And one with whom I have a special relationship, so I expect the finest penmanship you have to offer.”

He draws himself upright, clearing his throat a few times to ensure his enunciation is clear. It wouldn’t do to have a word or phrase muddled

“Begin with this: My dear Lord Szarr—“

“Are you sure I should be transcribing this?” The child asks, almost desperately. “I mean, this is, is private correspondence, Guild Master.”

Dire Crowley puffs up like the bird he stole his name from. “Now, what is all this fuss, hm? I had thought you a mature enough girl to handle such a task with discretion and professionalism. Of course, if you no longer wish to keep the position I have so graciously provided you with—“

“No!” The force of the cry seems to startle the junior scribe as much as it does her employer. Remembering herself, she sits, eyes cast down in humility. “No, Guild Master. My apologies. I’ll write it.”

“Wonderful!” He beams. “There, that wasn’t so difficult, was it? We will look past this, as I am so gracious. Now, where was I? A-he-hem! My dear Lord Szarr…”

By the time he has finished dictating, the young tiefling’s face has somehow managed to pale a few shades, in spite of the vivid hue of her skin. She traces out the last few lines, gently presses blotting paper to soak up any excess ink, and hands it over for Crowley to examine.

He skims the paper eagerly, chuckling to himself at a few of his favorite lines. How clever he is, to possess a wit that even amuses himself!

“Guild Master…” He is brought out of his musings at the hesitant tone of the tiefling pre-teen. “I, I know it is none of my business, so forgive my curiosity, but. But is it truly alright to send such a missive to a patriar of Baldur’s Gate? His titles alone suggest—“

“My dear scribe, why wouldn’t it be?” Crowley soothes absent-mindedly.

A look of consternation crosses her face. “If I may be plain, guild master, this letter is a gossamer-sheathed dagger to the ribs. Far more brutal and damaging than a naked blade for all the beauty of the language it is clothed in.”

A frisson of glee squirms down Crowley’s spine. “Such a lovely turn of phrase! Why, if it were not so apt you would make me blush!”

“Guild Master.” The irritation in the girl’s voice is almost enough to break his fine mood. “I, I worry. A letter like this is liable to bring down all the hired thugs this Szarr can buy on Night Raven’s heads from High Moor and the Gate’s Undercity, and that’s if he is not overconfident enough to travel to Elturel to try to strangle you himself.”

At this, Crowley cannot help but burst into delighted laughter.

“Oh, my dear young scribe.” He enthuses, wiping away a tear of mirth. “For Lord Szarr to travel to Elturel is as possible as it is for a mortal to travel to the moon! We need never worry about him darkening the guild’s door.”

“I don’t. I’m afraid I don’t follow, Guild Master.” The child says, confused. “The address of the lord’s estate is in Baldur’s Gate. It’s less than a tenday by carriage, surely?”

“Ah, but my dear, sweet scribe.” Crowley shakes his head. “That is because you do not possess that knowledge I have about our dear Lord Szarr. Ah, but how foresighted I am! I almost frighten myself!”

“Knowledge, Guild Master?” The young scribe asks.

Crowley takes great joy in leaning in, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper.

“Lord Cazador Szarr,” He confides. “Is a vampire.”

The instinctive terror that overtakes the child’s face is delicious. But then he watches as her mind begins to work, begins to consider the implications, possibilities, ramifications. The terror does not recede entirely, but it sinks back to sit in the curve of her thoughtful frown.

“A vampire…but, because the Companion shines over Elturgard—“

“That is correct! He cannot hope to enter the land, let alone the city, without being burnt to a crisp!” He proclaims, cloak billowing impressively as he throws his arms in the air. “And neither can any of his spawn! Even if he attempts to hire outside help, our connections with ahem, local interests, make the pool of would-be retaliators unfortunately small for our dear lord, which is child’s play to monitor!!”

He is overcome with the need to press a hand to his forehead. “Ah, I am such an intelligent man! Hold fast, my dear scribe! Do not faint from awe at my intellect!”

He’s met with nothing but silence, so he supposes the girl’s efforts to do so are too taxing for words.

He reaches the end of the letter, and frowns. “Scribe, this is incomplete.”

“What? But I recorded every word you—“

“Yes, but see?” He gestures to the space under where his signature will reside. “You have failed to credit yourself! I mean, really my dear, letting Lord Szarr think he holds enough import for me to write personally? What is the world coming to?!”

The girl fidgets, discomfort plain on her face. “But Guild Master, I—!”

“No buts!” He thrusts the final page back onto the desk. “Place down here, in small print if you please, transcribed by, your name, junior scribe of the Night Raven Mercenary Guild.”

She stares up at him, little form tense. Those creepy blue eyes burning against black sclera.

“Now, scribe.” He says warningly. “Unless you know of another in the city who would be so gracious as I, to give you employment?”

The creepy stare finally drops as her head falls. He thinks for a moment he’ll need to prompt her again, before the silly girl finally picks up her quill and follows his orders.

“There! That was hardly a trial now, was it?” Dire Crowley beams, plucking up the quill himself and signing with a flourish. “Now, blot that, seal it and have it delivered to the postal courier. You may even use a ten minute break to do so, as I am so gracious.”

He waits for the child to nod slowly. “Thank you, Guild Master.”

As he is a thoughtful man, he adds. “It will have to come out of your lunch hour later, though! We are running a business, after all!”

And with that, Dire Crowley waltzes his way to his quarters on the third floor, mind already intent on the newest novel he’s going to read. It came eagerly recommended to him by a dear friend— this Tusk Love is apparently a creative masterpiece!

His junior scribe could benefit from some more creativity, he muses to himself as he pour a generous glass of Ithbank and settles himself in on the chaise.

After all, of all the nicknames, pseudonyms, and noms de plume to pick from, who but the most insistent dullard would choose the name “Yuu”?

[revshanks]

For some reason this guy decided to show up in my brain after 6 years but like not as the canon one, but as the version I made up in my brain when I was 14

I remember this was an AU I had where all of the Hyakuya orphans managed to escape and join the JIDA. Mika is still a vampire but instead of falling into depression and isolation, he annoys everyone for fun (in my defense, I was 14)