#blood moon au

[asmrbrainrot]

Blood-Moon Bodie: Wake up, I just murdered your entire family!

Bug: What!? But I live alone!

Blood-Moon Bodie: Wha- Then who the hell were all those people in your house?

Bug: There are people in my house!?

Blood-Moon Bodie: WELL NOT ANYMORE!!! Dumb bitch, you could’a DIED! Your welcome.

[luvv4j4ybe11]

Girl someone wrote a prompt for a blood moon au for avatar and everyone is going crazy for it! The best one I’ve seen is spiders’s prompt. Have u seen it!!?😍

No oml? It sounds amazing tho!! I’d love to be tagged in all the posts pls and Ty 😔. I haven’t been keeping up with everything that’s going on here so please come by and send in an ask telling me what I’m missing!! I promise I’m gone for a reason tho, but when I come back yall are gettin a lil treat…so stay tuned 😚

[reine-du-sourire]

@klqrambles 😊

The kitchen smells like a summer meadow; Basil must have brought fresh flowers in. Dorian taps his way up to the sink, where he can hear water splashing. He can also hear Basil humming quietly under his breath.

He stumbles over a chair leg, catching his balance just in time.

The song stops. "Dorian!"

"Good afternoon, Basil. What are you doing?"

"Washing the dishes." A damp hand tucks a lock of hair behind Dorian's ear. "You must be careful, Dorian. Are you hurt? Weren't you taking a nap?"

Dorian nods. "I'm all right, thank you. Couldn't sleep very well. Would you like some help?"

Basil guides him to sit down, gently taking the cane out of his hand. Dorian lets it go. "Don't worry about them. I've nearly finished."

"I could help you dry them."

"It's all right, Dorian. I wouldn't want you to cut your hands."

Basil is washing his knives again, then.

He does that often these days.

Dorian wonders why.

[littlemaddinisause]

Macaque AU BLOOD MOON 👹❤️❤️

[merkissescanhealyou]

@thegrowlingxblusniper

This was it. This is what he was waiting for. After weeks and weeks of being trapped in this godsforsaken prison, this hellscape, this torture chamber, he was getting out of there. For good. No more samples, no more tests, no more experiments, no more ill-natured treatment. He longed for the sea. His home. Every night, before he’d cry himself to sleep, he’d reminisce about the ocean, how he was free and thriving. He had to get out of here, he will die if he stays.

It wasn’t easy, but after weeks of memorizing the schedule, memorizing where everything and everyone was at this time of day or night, he came up with a plan. Today is the day they kept him out of the tank so they could run more tests on how his legs transitioned to his tail. The process stunned them and they haven’t found an explanation, although they clearly watch as he’s returned to the tank each time. They kept him in a holding area as they recorded their findings, the perfect opportunity to slip away before they came back. There should be a guard patrolling the hall outside. Marius snuck over to the frosted window of the door, and peeked out to watch the shadow of the bulky figure turn the corner.

He waited until their footsteps were farther away, and that’s when he dashed out. His barefeet were soft against the tiles of the floor, and if he wasn’t careful enough, they’d clap harshly as he ran. He had only one chance to do this; he couldn’t mess this up. Behind him, he could hear the guard turn back around. Oh no. Oh no no. Where was there to hide? This room here--

Marius had not realized where he had entered. He opened the door and shut it promptly. His back was pressed against the wall and he covered his mouth to stop his heavy breath from being heard. He had not realized that he wasn’t the only subject they were keeping, but he was about to find out.

[demonicsin]

storm and a spring au

So I was listening to chonny jash's storm and a spring for a millionth time over and I had blood moon thoughts so au time.

What if one of the twins wanted to take sun:s deal. That they realized that the path that they're on will only lead to manipulation and self destruction, and that sun is the only one who is willing to take them in at this point. That without his deal, no matter what happens, their life will be empty.

But the other doesn't want to change. They want to stay ont he path of destruction. So the twins are at a crossroads, the first time they've ever truly fought. One is trying, the other feels betrayed. So much so that they attempt to kill the so called traitor. If they succeed, they will be truly alone, but if they don't... Who knows

[space-sweetheart]

vampire playlist

vampire - lazyboy empire

I'm a vampire - future bible heroes

vampire - dominic fike

dracula's wedding - outkast

closer - kings of leon

like a vampire - catrien maxwell

love bites - judas priest

bloodletting (the vampire song) - concrete blonde

twisted teeth - 35mm

my nocturnal serenade - yohio

vampire heart - him

vampires - godsmack

night of the vampire - roky erickon

[weheartstims]

can I get uhhhhh,,,,, blood moon voidaph. just a funky little voidy guy in his voidy ways

Zedaph (MCYT, Hermitcraft, Blood Moon AU) with void-like stims!

🖤|◾️|🖤 ◾️|🖤|◾️ 🖤|◾️|🖤

[sovirana]

Snow and Blood Moon~

[perfect-fourth]

"You look familiar" + Blood Moon

The demon's voice echoed in a tintinabulation of haughty, ethereal laughter. Perched among the leaves of a decaying willow, he cut an eerie figure in the shadows, mismatched eyes aglow in hues of red and blue, the gleam of a predator all too eager to relent to it's sadism and bat around its prey. Sivir, for all intents and purposes, was on his side; but being a new recruit, she was subject to all the typical hazing the Master of Ceremonies would put the young demons through whenever they joined in their ranks. She in particular was about to receive the brunt of his malice, for she had the sheer audacity to question who he was.

Leaping with cat-like grace from his place amongst the rotting vines, a red ethereal claw stretched out to run delicately along the woman's mask. He wondered what purpose it served when she barely covered a single inch of her face with it; but he did like the asymmetry in the design, at least. He would not tell her this.

"As I should. I'm your superior, Priestess." He claimed, gripping her chin viciously, a drastic contrast to the previous tender touch upon her mask. He inched in towards her face, his own sharp visage almost seeming to twitch and undulate like the vapors above a fire, though it was so subtle it was difficult to tell if it was real. Perhaps the mask itself was his face, and there was nothing beneath it.

"Speak to me with respect, else you find yourself even further beneath me."

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

Happy Birthday, Boys!

[oobbbear]

Warnings(?) for smooches and bitings

I’ve gathered another 10 for a doodle post

Gitm belongs to @venomous-qwille !!!

[mrabubu]

"i don't have the exact first meeting pinned down in my head, but i do have this mental image of him sitting on a fire escape, one knee bent up to his chest and the other hanging down the side, a toothy grin on his face as he mockingly asks: "what a soft little thing like you is doing on this side of town?" "

Say no more @desceros Also, thank you @gbao3 for references for Leo's outfit

[reine-du-sourire]

(Not) His Cross To Bear

Very gory Blood Moon Painter AU go brrrrr

It all happens so quickly the first time. A slip of steel, an indrawn breath, crimson flowering across the apple's white flesh. 

Basil gets up from his easel, closing the space between himself and Dorian in two quick strides, and gently tugs the man's finger out of his mouth. 

"Best to clean this," he says, and goes silent.

For once, he isn't watching the curve of Dorian's pouting lips. He's gazing, transfixed at the scarlet blotches on Dorian's knuckles. 

Such a vibrant red.

So bright and bold. 

Warm metal meets his absent grasp; the cross that always dangles from its slender chain, tucked away under his shirt, near his heart. So warm. So alive.

He tears his eyes away from Dorian's wound to put an arm around his shoulders and lead him to the sink.

***

Henry does not go quietly.

His gasps and whimpers, muffled against Basil's palm, are almost disappointing. Such a graceful orator, reduced to animal noises of fright and pain. 

Basil can hardly blame him, but nonetheless. 

They scrabble for a moment, Basil pinning the every-bloodying form tightly to the ground; Henry grasping desperately for purchase, his hands flying wetly from Basil's wrists and arms to the wound in his own chest.

A tug around his neck. 

Insistent, pleading. 

Henry has hold of the cross. It must have slipped loose during the struggle. He pulls at it, pressing it to Basil's fingers, his grip weakening as his eyes seem to beg for something, something he doesn't have, is it mercy or pity or something else entirely...?

Basil doesn't find out.

He finds he doesn't care.

The cross falls back down to hang at the end of his necklace as he sits up, surveying the red, red, red before him, beneath him, saturating him, staining his shirt where the cross now rests.

It's the wrong red.

***

Where Henry moaned, Dorian screamed.

Basil doesn't enjoy it, no more than he enjoyed lying to Dorian about spending the night, no more than he now enjoys the artist's precision in the knife slashes across Dorian's face and eyes, already obscured with torrents of redredredredred.

He drops the writhing form back against the bedclothes and takes a few hurried steps away, grabbing a vase from the mantelpiece and hurling it through the window in a high-pitched explosion of moonlit shards that fall to the ground in a glistening patter. 

Then Basil falls quiet, controlling his breathing so as not to make a sound, and tiptoes back and away through the open door. 

He knows he has to wait a moment or two before rushing back in, all solicitous terror for Dorian's well-being.

Besides, he can better admire from here.

Red, red, red. 

This time when he reaches for his necklace, his hand slick with Dorian's blood, a sharp yank is all it takes to break the chain. 

Basil drops it carelessly. 

The cross had Henry's blood on it too. 

Now it's just Dorian. Soaking the blankets, shining on the bedposts, staining Basil's cuffs. Just Dorian.

"Dorian!"

[xitsensunmoon]

👁️ idk what to tell ya lmao

[shepscapades]

49. Moon Waltz - Piano Version — Cojum Dip

Tuna, i don't know HOW you picked this song but it's literally one of the most heart wrenching things on dbhc Tango's playlist so. congratulations. i think <3 I think I said ages ago in some tags that Tango was about to get the dbhc Etho Angst treatment, and i got very quickly distracted/consumed by Destruction and Doc/Xisuma related Angst, but boy oh boy am i glad i get to finally hit on a little bit of this poor man's trauma LDFKJGDFG

I'l try to keep this brief but. I'm insane enough about the hermitcraft season 8 finale as is, and even more than that i'm crazy enough about Tango's hermitcraft season 8 finale, and then on top of all that, you're telling me a jaded, bitter android whose characterizing moments of anger and failure are carried on his sleeve is the same android who tried to be the hero and save his friends, only to let an oversight be the reason he not only fails, but destroys his body in the process???? ?? ? A machine who isn't supposed to make oversight mistakes???? A machine who somehow let a rabbit be the reason he failed ? ? ??? I dont know what you expected from me other than to be extremely unwell about him and this whole arc in general

The base version of this song is just as good, but something about the piano version gets the vibes just right for these scenes... Something about the waltz-style cheeriness of the vocals contrasting to how horrific the lyrics and situation actually are. Idk man i'm fine don't look at me