#native vampire

[jolyneboba]

How Akecheta met the princess of the oathbound 🦇🐺

(CW: Bite marks)

[lesbianshepard]

can't stop thinking about how Remmick had a black eye after fleeing the Choctaw vampire hunters. Forget stakes and holy water and garlic; they were just straight up beating his ass

[kayascodelorio]

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE (2022-) S02E03―No Pain

[nocontextlestat]

NEVER KILL YOURSELF

[hoahoahoahoahoa]

Society if Jasper Whitlock-Hale-Cullen’s backstory was that he was a ranch hand of America’s Old West period, and most of the vampires in the Southern Vampire Wars were previously cowpunchers, outlaws, and various people moving out to frontier towns (easily picked off and forgotten about by society) >>>>>>

[eternalstrigoii]

Snippet because I'm feral

The dark was still, cloying, and it smelled like you.

Under the blanket, Remmick shifted. It didn’t register, at first, that he had been asleep. He couldn’t remember needing to. Wanting to. Whether the periodic gaps in his memory were from the condensation of time or something more natural, something as inescapable as the deep – sudden – breath that pushed sweet air back into his lungs. His hips moved, shifting for the first time in how many hours; they found the satin warmth of your thigh still draped over his. His arm over your back. Moving, even softly, awakened some long buried instinct to pull you closer, press the heat of your body into his.

Your head was on his shoulder, face buried in his neck. Like you’d forgotten about the blankets you’d strung up over the windows, the only way to keep him as he was – bare, let alone in your bed. Your breath was a gentle pulse along where his once beat.

He was glad he hadn’t disturbed you.

You slept hard enough to drool on him a little, and the ghost of a smile crossed his face. He was tryin’ not to dwell on those soft feelings – was no point – even though his fingers skimmed along the pathway of your spine. It was hot and bright out there, he knew. Whatever sleep he had hadn’t washed the day out. It felt oppressive, like a fire blazing on the roof.

You shifted, then. Motivated by his touch, maybe, or simply the urge to draw the warmth of your body more closely to his. Your forehead pressed into the place below his jaw, lips and nose brushing from the crook of his shoulder to the hollow of his throat. Sent sensations like stars breaking through a clouded night right through him.

“G’mornin,” he mumbled, something selfish in the way his lips brushed your hair. Hadn’t even realized he didn’t settle his touch, though his fingers had stalled just below your shoulders.

The little pickup in your heart gave your awakening away. If he thought his desires were selfish, he should’ve felt how his voice traced your nerves. You noticed it when he let his guard down whether or not he did; you hadn’t cared for the Carolina drawl much. Listening to the way he must’ve sounded to himself felt exceedingly more intimate.

“Mornin’.” You flexed your toes to warm them up and brushed the half-cool skin of his calf in the process. If he noticed, he didn’t seem to mind. “Hungry?”

He caught himself wondering if it was a habit of yours to ask before your hand moving up his chest disrupted his ability to think. Your mouth was soft and seeking, pressing to his neck once, twice, a tender third time before your hand settled on his shoulder for leverage to partially rise. His eyes traced your skin all over again as you bared it to him, as if he hadn’t done a fine job of committing you to memory into this morning.

His eyes were a dark, pretty red. Hadn’t meant to let you see that.

You pushed your hair back, letting it cascade over his hand. The outline of where he’d bitten you last night was already faded, little more than an old scar.

His hand came up. Moved up your shoulder to trace it with reverent, probing fingers. The outline of his teeth were already gone, only pale moons lingered where his fangs had punctured. It was like he’d marked you, though – reasonably – he knew those marks would fade. Maybe in a day or two. Nobody but he and you would ever know how deep he’d been inside you – literally, tangibly, his teeth in your skin and his body fit with yours like you both belonged there. The way blood felt running down his back when your claws pressed in; the way your cunt clung to him when he made you cum.

How long had it been since he joined with someone like that? Pushed you to the release you needed and joined you without waiting? Not since…

You got closer. Cupped his jaw, your thumb brushing along his lower lip.

You were inviting him.

The muscles of his lower stomach tensed.

When was the last time he’d hesitated? He searched the soft set of your mouth for disapproval. The warmth of your not-quite-human eyes. Dog brown, now, soft and sweet. He had the aching, selfish urge to crawl up inside you – pull you forward, sit you down on his cock, drag your hips close until you could only feel flesh on flesh and how perfectly he fit, like he was made for you, like he’d done something to deserve this – to be in you, on you, with you. Still ask even though you welcomed him. Still promise when he meant to beg.

This was a hunger deeper than it should’ve been.

[telekitnetic-art]

🐺🦇

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[vampireduck-blog]

I love the Native Americans in Sinners. The lady treated them so badly when they asked about Remmick, they said, "May God watch over you and be with you," while thinking, "Yeah, he's definitely in there, screw them."

I would have done the same thing ❤️

[c-h4nn]

olrox/past lover doodles

[jolyneboba]

Meet Akecheta (Native American vampire oc)

Original character Information:

Genderswap ver:

Inspired by Vi (Arcane/LoL)

[bootlegdemon]

Personal project art

[staticymaticyyourlifeisatravesty]

THOUGHT

What if the entire reason why Sanguinius usually speaks in such a formal way is straight up because he's speaking Gothic and thus a second language from his native tongue. Depending on how his native baalite (or however it is called) is, it could mean that Gothic isn't the easiest language for him to speak so he ends up just coming off as super formal. Meanwhile in his native tongue, he sounds a lot less formal and might even seem crass or vulgar when speaking. Mind you, he can still be formal sounding in his native language, but I imagine it's a hell of a lot easier for him to speak in a more relaxed manner.

As much as Sanguinius probably does know less formal ways of speaking in Gothic, but he's not exactly good at speaking in an informal way of talking because he often needs the formal way far more often then the informal. And if he does need to speak informally, it's usually with his sons and thus it's just simpler to speak in his native tongue.

I imagine with his brothers, he may attempt to be somewhat less formal with them, such as Horus, but his accent tends to get in the way at times, or he forgets the word he wants to use entirely despite the fact he has an eidetic memory.

[themoonandthedogstar]

Just saw people in the tiktok comment section trying to deny that Klaus is half native american because ‘he doesn’t look it’ ?? whatever that means ??

[pocfansmatter]

Alright my theory about Remmick from Sinners & the Native Americans.

First we're gonna start off with a little history lesson then we'll get to what I think happened between them before the events of the movie.

15000 members of the Choctaw tribe were forcibly removed from the land in 1831 through the Indian Remival Act (1830) and they endured what is known as the trail of tears from 1831 to 1833. They were forced to relocated from Mississippi to Oklahoma. Although not all of the tribe left that was just the first round.

"Approximately 15,000 Choctaws made the trip between 1831 and 1833. One-quarter to one-third perished from disease, starvation, exposure and murder. They called it a “Trail of Tears and Death,” a name that would later be used for the Removal of other southeastern tribes."

I'm not gonna go into the horrors of the Trail of Tears because I dont want this post to be too long. Feel free to research on your own and come back here.

Now over 10 years later The Great Famine of Ireland or the Irish Potato Famine hit between 1845 to 1852.

Despite just dealing with the pain of the Trail of Tears in 1847 the Choctaw collected a donation of 170 dollars equivalent to 5000 today and sent it to Midleton in County Cork, south of Dubli in aid of families experiencing hunger during the Famine.

In 2015 a sculpture honoring the Choctaw's generosity was placed in Midleton's Bailick Park called Kindred Spirits.

Now we get to 2020. You remember it I'm not going to get into the gory details. Ireland raises nearly 8 millions dollars through go fund me to send to the Navajo and Hopi nations which were hit the hardest during covid. They also sent medical supplies, water, and food. They site the Choctaw's original generosity for their donations saying they were "paying it forward".

Those are the main highlights but there are other events that show the continued relationship between Ireland and the Choctaw but I'm not gonna put everything because this is still about Sinners remember.

So let's get back to the movie. Please bear with me I only say it twice & I'm going based off memory. Ryan Coogler is very deliberate with his choices. We know that this film was multilayer and full of double meanings. We also know he does his research. I think the relationship between the Choctaw and Irish is the reason he had the Choctaw tribe chase Remmick to Bert & Joan's house. He could've kept it vague and called them "Indians" never specifically named the tribe but he puts in the dialog that they are Choctaw.

Something I caught right away is when Remmick gets there he asks for help and says "they killed my wife... I thought they were going to help me" and when they ask who is chasing him he says the "Choctaw" to which Joan replies there are no "injuns for miles". That's when Remmick notices the white hood & bribes them with gold. The thing that immediately struck me is he calls them by their actual tribal name "Choctaw" where as most white people (even today) around that time period would have just called them Indians which is shown in Joan's response. Being Native myself I immediately clocked the specification. It's not something that happens regularly even today. I remember the first time a white man looked at me & said "you're *my tribes name* aren't you?" I was shocked and could just nod. That's something that happens when someone is very educated and actually cares about the tribe enough to call them by their true name. Remmick showed a level of respect in that one word than people realize when watching the film.

Remmick knows the Choctaw because he's Irish.

So my theory is that what if Remmick isn't lying and he had a wife... maybe he had a whole family of vampires. Remmick's whole thing was "fellowship" and building a "clan with love", he wanted Sammie because of his ability to conjure his ancestors. He said he had some people he wanted to see again.

I think Remmick came to America looking for more family to turn, and being Irish knowing the Choctaw helped his people in the past, thought they would be his friends, that they would "help" him. When he got there however the Choctaw knew immediately he was a bad spirit and started to hunt him instead.

I think they killed his wife and any other vampires he had with him. I think he was the only one that managed to escape. I think they hunted him and his family one by one all day and the only thing that saved him was finding Joan and Bert's house and appealing to their racism. That and the sun setting were the reason the Choctaw washed their hands of the situation because the racists clearly didn't want their help.

What do y'all think?

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[djwaglmuffin]

Well, I had a whole-ass NSFW thing done here but it's got dick so NOOoOOoOOooOOOOoooo, I can only share PART of it because prudes ruin everything.

So, you only get, like, half.

Anyway, THIS was some scene work for these two. I was thinking about adding a *sex* scene in there somewhere but more leaning on the emotional connection. The doujinshi turned out to be kinda UNCESNORED AND RAUNCHY but, fffff. Whatever.

Okay, so, like...there's a lot of context missing but don't worry your pretty little faces. Also: Maybe I'll post it to Patreon but it'll be, like, a whole ass buck. I don't wanna put my work behind a paywall, I really don't, but it's the only thing I can think of since pixiv is really weird.

OH, and: Yeah.

[vyeoh]

Everyone should go watch Sinners right now!!! Especially you 🫵 white leftist on tumblr