#invasion of the vampires

[movieposters1]

[weirdlookindog]

Manuel Breá Rodriguez - Invasion der Vampire (Invasion of the Vampires)

cover art from 'Silber Grusel-Krimi' #310, August 26, 1980

[goryhorroor]

horror sub-genres: science-fiction

[fanofspooky]

Scream King - Donald Sutherland

[itsnotmortalkombat]

Oh you know… you 100% know… Nitara would not be alive long enough to do more damage.

Mileena, Kuai Liang and Raiden would fucking destroy her for doing this. They’d legit jump her. Mileena’s twin baby sister. Raiden’s best friend (or literal brother I would say). Kuai Liang’s adopted brother.

Yeah. She wouldn’t make it another minute.

[lulila-safu]

Since I'm enjoying the Season 2 rewards, I drew my own previous designs of vampire Lao along with the "canon" one

[horrororman]

Remembering Donald Sutherland (July 17, 1935 - June 20, 2024).🕯

#DonaldSutherland

#horror #scifi #sciencefiction #thriller #comedy

#MASH

#InvasionoftheBodySnatchers

#Outbreak

#BuffytheVampireSlayer

#EyeoftheNeedle

#DontLookNow

[whumpshaped]

i have no excuse. im sorry. but this popped into my head and now it must exist. its not even whump i just. u'll see

masterlist

tw vampire whumper, invasion of privacy

"Don't go in there!" Beck said pleadingly, quickly rushing to stand between Helle and the closed bedroom door. "Please. That's my room. It's– it's private, it's... it's where I sleep–"

"Yes, that is often the purpose of a bedroom." His desperate attempt to stop them clearly backfired, because the vampire looked even more intrigued now. "Are you hiding something horrible? Something embarrassing, perhaps?"

"I'm n-not hiding anything, just... I don't want strangers in my bedroom."

"Strangers?" Helle looked wounded. "How many bites for an acquaintance? Or do you often let strangers bite you?"

"I don't want my acquaintances in my bedroom."

"Very well." They stepped away, sighing. "There is nothing I can do but respect the home owner's wishes."

Technically, I'm renting. He didn't say it, not wanting to give Helle any loopholes to exploit. But he soon realised the vampire didn't need a loophole as he was shoved aside and they marched right in.

"Was that what you were hoping I would say?" came their voice from inside, and Beck ran after them. "Do not be so naive. I said I wanted to explore the house ful– oh. That is adorable."

"Don't touch him!" He wasn't fast enough, of course he wasn't. Before he could do anything, Helle snatched the little thing from his bed, cradling it in their arms.

"What a sweet fellow," they cooed, giving the plush bat the biggest, fondest smile. Beck stayed still, suddenly very nervous about making a move Helle didn't approve of. Would they be so evil as to hurt Boba? "You absolutely cannot tell me you were hiding him. I would be heartbroken."

"I..." He watched as Helle squished the bat a couple times, seemingly enjoying themself greatly. "N-no, I wasn't..."

"Good. What a delight to know that one of my kin has already taken up residence here. Obviously, you are not opposed to housing creatures of the night."

Housing? "Y-you don't want to stay, do you?" he stammered, still anxious about his vulnerable friend being held by such a monster. Helle glanced up and shot him a mischievous grin.

"What if I do?" They nodded towards the stuffed animal. "Does he have a name, by any chance?"

Beck bit his lip. This was so stupid. Why were they asking about a plushie he had? Why couldn't they just be disinterested? "Boba," he muttered eventually.

"Would you really deprive sweet Boba of appropriate company?"

"You are not appropriate company. Boba has no ties to you or any vampire." Oh god, this was such a stupid argument to have. But he just wanted to have this one thing, the little piece of joy that still remained in his life even with the constant pain and paranoia. Couldn't they even let him have that?

"You sadden me." They gently placed the toy on the bed where they'd found it, and Beck snatched it up immediately, holding it close to his chest. "But no, I do not intend to stay for long. Possibly a few hours." Their smile softened as they looked at him; Beck would've almost described it as sympathetic. "Dear Boba is safe from my evil ways. I promise."

The vampire rarely ever made promises, that was one thing Beck realised about them very early on... nor were they particularly trustworthy. But this time, they seemed sincere. He hesitantly nodded, still holding the bat tight. "Thank you."

Maybe... maybe Helle still had some semblance of humanity left in them.

~

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[spiralingemptyness]

HAHAHA I ACTUALLY FINISHED SMTH

and it's angsty (hint hint, Kuai's scar, alr lost one brother and possibly losing the other)

anyways this is my first time really doing digital arts any tips would be great (I use krita cause I'm broke)

[weirdlookindog]

La invasión de los vampiros (1963)

[watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees]

Burn

Force of nature - masterlist

TW: vampire whumper, human whumpee, mind control, vampire attack, home invasion

Carter spent her entire day away from home, being dragged left and right by other hunters, to map out new vampire lairs that sprouted up from the ground like weeds in the spring, and to plan raids.

When she busted through the door that morning, disheveled and barely having slept, she wanted nothing more than to explain, for anyone to tell what happened the night before. But the words didn’t seem to come. She was met with a few questioning glares, and some knowing smirks, of course her colleague’s minds went there, and she muttered a meek sorry for entering with such noise and sat down on a chair, just a few feet away from everyone else.

She took a deep breath and tried again, but before she could speak she bit down on her own tongue. I was attacked again.

Again? She questioned herself. She would have to explain what happened at the restaurant. That the monster walked among them and she did nothing. 

Deep down she knew that was not true, she did what was best to protect her family from the creature that seemed to lack any fear being around a group of hunters and would easily tear a couple of humans to shreds before they kill him if it meant he got revenge on Carter.

I was attacked last night. The words died on her tongue before she could utter them. Something was wrong. She spent the rest of her day trying to figure out how to let anyone know. The hold on her tongue never let up, not around the abandoned buildings they searched for any monstrous presence, not back in the safety of the office space they rented.

She was exhausted by the time she got home. She kicked her shoes off and walked upstairs to finally get some well deserved rest. She didn’t bother to rid herself of her gear, a set of stakes secured to her hips and thigh with a thick leather contraption, no matter how uncomfortably they pressed against her through the rough denim jeans. She just needed to sleep, she’d worry about comfort later.

Carter woke up in the middle of the night, freezing. Of course she lay on top of her blanket, but she was fully clothed and simply being cold didn’t explain the cold breeze on her face. She blinked a few times, to clear her vision as much as she could to look around in the room dimly lit by a streetlamp just outside. She didn’t remember opening her window that was now opened wide. She got up and closed it, and almost dropped back onto her bed when she saw light coming from downstairs. 

The remaining sleepiness left her mind in an instant, and Carter knew she could not afford to panic. Somehow she knew it would be the vampire again, but the fact that he didn’t attack her set her on edge worse than if she woke up with a set of fangs lodged in her throat. 

She took a stake in hand and raised it above her shoulder, ready to defend herself, and started her descent down the stairs.

The living room was empty, no indication of an intruder’s presence. The windows were thrown wide open from the crosswind, it lifted up and tugged on the white curtains, that even in the light of the bright ceiling lamp looked like ghosts. She rushed to close all of them. The windows were old and locked badly anyway, and she had been so tired, she might have left the lights on-

“It’s really cold in here isn’t it?” She jumped, looking for the source of the voice raising the stake back up above her head. Julius stood in the entryway, casually leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed in front of him. He was too far away for Carter to chuck the stake at him with any real effect, but she didn’t want to risk getting closer to him either.

“I’m not too bothered by it, but I’m sure your body needs to be kept warm for that sweet blood to keep flowing”

She wasn’t sure if the tremors shaking her body were caused by fear or the cold. It was so stupid. She felt stupid for becoming this easily startled by the creature. She’d faced many of them, killed a couple without giving a second thought to being afraid. 

This was different, Julius stood in her own living room as if he owned the place, waiting for her next move with a smirk as if this was some sort of game to him. Carter didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of reacting out of fear. She stood still and stared back at the vampire.

He glanced up at the stake in her hand.

“I see you have some nice firewood lying around, how about you warm up the place?”

Carter lowered the stake and ripped her eyes away from Julius’ gaze to look at the weapon in her hand.

She felt like she was in a dream, as she considered what he said. She was so cold. The windows had been open for hours letting the cold autumn air in, freezing her to the core. 

She unclipped the leather strap mindlessly from her belt and took all of her stakes out, to place them on the iron grate in the fireplace.

“Get all of them from the house, this won’t warm you up” Julius’ voice was barely louder than a whisper in her ear. She looked around and obeyed the suggestion eagerly. It was so cold. She grabbed at least five more stakes from a beat-up duffel bag, some spares from behind books on the shelf above the couch. She was thorough, ripped up the loose floorboard just in front of the mantel, to get to an emergency stash, and placed all of them in a neat pile, before going upstairs to retrieve the few she hid around her room. 

The vampire watched her with cold, distant eyes. He grew more resentful by the second eyeing the stakes gathered in the fireplace. His back ached where the splinter was still lodged dangerously close to his spine.

“Is that all?” he asked Carter when she stopped piling up the firewood. She nodded, another cold shiver ran through her and she swayed gently back and forth on her feet. Julius was sure she felt like she was in a dream, fully dazed and oblivious to what was happening.

“Good” he pushed himself away from the doorframe and picked up the matchbox on top of the mantel, lit a match and threw it on the pile.

The dry wooden stakes caught on fire with roaring flames in no time. Carter looked mesmerized by it, and instinctively reached her hands to get closer to the warmth. 

Julius scoffed and pulled her back by the shoulder. She whined softly, but didn’t protest. 

He grabbed her hair and tilted her head to the side easily. He noticed the thin silver necklace protecting her just in time before he bit down and he laughed. That was smart on her part, but not nearly enough. She'll have to get rid out of it soon.

He ran a hand down her arm and checked for any silver bracelets. There were none. He pulled the sleeve of her jacket up a few inches and lifted her hand to his mouth.

[fanofspooky]

Rest In Peace Donald Sutherland

Thank you for your phenomenal movies

[itsnotmortalkombat]

Me, clearly seeing Smoke is an unhinged, blood thirsty vampire:

Also me:

[retiredkat]

💔

[endreal]

AU where everything's the same except that, unlike their invasive European cousins, native vampire species are primarily pollinators 🌺

#agender #queer #noninvasivevampirepreservation (they/them, okay to reblog except for creeps)

[whumpshaped]

Has/will Helle gift Beck anything? How would beck respond? (Ideally other then pain or vampirism lmao)

masterlist

tw vampire whumper, invasion of privacy, dont worry tho its all silly

"Is this... for me?" Beck asked, unsure how to feel about the little box with a nice-looking bow on top. There was no fucking way Helle remembered his birthday– there was no way they even knew when it was.

"It is your birthday, is it not?" Their smile didn't waver, nor did their hand holding... his present, apparently. "You can just take it, you know. You do not have to make it awkward."

They were right. The sooner this odd situation was over, the better. "Thank you," he forced out as he took the box, careful not to touch Helle's hand along with it. "I'll... take a look later."

Helle hummed in acknowledgement, plopping down onto the sofa as if this really was all perfectly normal. "It is yours, do whatever you wish with it."

Beck placed the gift on top of the dresser, still puzzled as to why Helle didn't push for it to be opened right away. Was it really not a trap? Was it really just some ordinary trinket? "Okay, I know– I know you said I don't have to make it awkward–"

"But you cannot help yourself, can you?" He could hear the smile in their voice as they said it. "No, it is not a trick. No, it is not a bomb. No, it is not poison. Anything else you might worry your pretty little head about?"

"Well, um... n-no, that's, that's a pretty good list." He stayed standing, wringing his hands nervously. "Can't you tell me what it is? I'd feel a lot better if, if you just told me."

"No."

"But–"

"Be a good boy and stop trying to ruin your own surprise."

Beck bit his lip, trying to ignore the way it made him feel whenever Helle called him a good boy. Like some dog. He glanced at the present one last time, then went to sit down on the sofa as well. If they weren't telling, then they wouldn't get to see his reaction to whatever nefarious thing they'd managed to fit in a box so small. "Fine," he muttered, unbearably annoyed that Helle didn't even seem to care.

-

As soon as Beck left his bedroom the next morning, his eyes fell upon Helle's mystery box on the dresser. They weren't in the apartment anymore... and admittedly, he was deathly curious, just like the cat.

He picked it up cautiously, still expecting something murderous despite the vampire's reassurances. The ribbon wasn't coated in any suspicious powder or liquid, and the top of the box slid off without detonating anything, revealing a smaller, flatter box inside.

He took that one out as well, taking a deep breath before undoing the small clip on the side of it. Nothing dangerous happened; the only thing inside was a piece of paper, neatly folded in half. He was just about to get frustrated with Helle's stupid prank when he noticed the thing underneath.

"Holy shit," he whispered, staring at the gold coin in disbelief. It was the exact one he'd been looking at for ages, the one he'd been saving up for, the one he'd never told anyone about because it was so silly and expensive. He'd wanted it since the year it'd come out — some halloween special for the rich, with his favourite mariana fruit bats on either side of it.

Was this actually the real thing? Did Helle pay half a grand so he could have a little bat coin for his birthday?

He unfolded the note, still in a bit of a daze.

'I suppose we both got our little gifts — your browsing history was positively delightful.

Love,

Helle'

~

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