#tos vampire hunter

[lesbiankimdahyun]

HUNTER AND HUNTED: A HALLOWEEN MISAMO SPECIAL

CHAPTER I

Concept: Jihyo hasn't hunted vampires in years, but when she finds out her crush Mina is one, she's got a choice to make. Meanwhile, Mina seeks the help of Sana and Momo about what to do about Jihyo.

1.9K words

[GP!Vampire!Mina x VampireHunter!Jihyo]

CW: vampires, G!P (but this chapter is SFW)

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Mina had to admit that the grand opening of the new pumpkin patch, which she’d stumbled upon while exploring beyond the wooded reserve she lived in, was disgustingly picturesque. She stood right on the edge of it, watching from a distance as families and couples strolled about, comparing pumpkins and taking photos. For an opening October weekend, the conditions couldn’t have been more perfect. The air was crisp and invigorating; long gone were the days of sweating in the open summer sun. 

The vampire took a few steps closer, pulling her black bomber jacket up around her neck. She knew she shouldn’t be there, but even her cold, undead heart couldn’t resist indulging in a bit of seasonal fall joy. She meandered over to the very edge of the selection of pumpkins, eyeing the stock halfheartedly. She was tempted to take one of them home and maybe carve it, but there was also a part of her that couldn’t bear to do it. She hadn’t really participated in much of traditional human society since being turned, instead spending recent years learning to adapt to her new afterlife. Carving pumpkins felt pedestrian, like something she was only meant to look back on fondly now that she was years into a future she didn’t plan for herself, aging so excruciatingly slowly that it would be centuries before she passed “naturally”-- well, as naturally as a vampire could. 

As she ventured further along the rows of large, lumpy pumpkins, she watched as a young mom carefully placed a small, orange gourd into the tiny palms of her son, who couldn’t have been more than four years old. As the boy tipped his head down to look at it, his hands also bent downward, and he dropped it immediately. It bounced off his tiny, rubber-toed shoe and rolled in Mina’s direction. The vampire froze. 

She watched, at first in horror, then in curiosity, as the child followed the rolling guard and chased after it. It came to a halt just a step or two in front of Mina, and the boy flashed her a brief grin as he walked over, his tiny hands wrapping around the gourd to pick it up again. Then he paused and looked at the vampire again; the Pre-K version of a double take. He stared up at her, and she knelt down, hoping to appear more friend-sized by getting smaller. His dark, unblinking eyes on her made her nervous. She knew babies and small children were most likely to be able to see her for what she truly was right away, but if he could, he didn’t seem scared– just entranced. His mom was now a few feet back, slowly making her way toward him. 

Mina smiled at the boy, and after a moment, he did too, eyes scrunching up. It was as if his smile took up his entire face. Mina gestured to the round fruit. “I like your gourd,” she said softly. He looked down at it, then held it up triumphantly. Then he turned around and went back over to his mom, but not before flashing Mina one last tiny-toothed grin. His mom waved at her and Mina offered a small wave back before standing up again. Someone else came over and approached the mother and boy, and Mina turned her back to them, pretending to seriously consider a tall, oval-ish shaped pumpkin. She wanted to wait until all of them were gone, afraid of the double takes human adults would do if they saw her red-rimmed eyes. Normally a deep mahogany or cherry when she was sated, she knew the red ring around her eyes at present was growing a bit brighter in color; she was getting thirsty. It was time to go.  

The vampire quickly fished out her sunglasses and threw them on, overcast sky be damned. She’d probably need to use her bat form to get back to her neck of the woods quickly, but she needed a safe place to transform. Before she could start looking for one, though, a voice called out to her from behind. 

“Excuse me? Hi, my name is Jihyo, I’m with The Sunday Edition magazine…” 

The vampire stopped dead in her tracks. A reporter?! This wasn’t good. Worse– without even trying, Mina had already picked up on the woman’s steady heartbeat. Hesitantly, she turned around to see what she wanted.

“...you and that cute kid, I was just wondering if I could just get your first and last name in case we publish the photo?” 

“Huh?” Mina blinked, taking in the reporter’s appearance for the first time. She looked to be around the same age as the vampire, had Mina still been among the living. The journalist appeared as pretty as she did professional. Her dark hair was perfectly parted in the center, and it fell just past her shoulders. She looked warm and cozy in her wool, taupe-colored turtleneck sweater and dark denim pants. Mina couldn’t help but also notice a cute mole on the very center of her nose. She spied a press badge worn around the woman’s neck, but couldn’t see the journalist’s full name. 

Jihyo didn’t miss a beat. “Here,” she said, holding up her Canon and pressing a few buttons, navigating the camera’s menu to pull up her most recent shots. “I’ll show you. Now, I’m just the photojournalist, so I don’t know what the final story for this pumpkin patch opening will look like. There’s no guarantee we’ll publish these photos at all, actually, but I just thought I’d get your name and permission in case…” the journalist stopped suddenly. She frowned slightly, then took a micro step back. Her brow furrowed as she flipped back and forth between photo files. 

“Is everything okay?” Mina asked. She was now trying to breathe through her mouth as much as she could. This Jihyo woman, she realized, smelled really good. Almost tantalizingly good–, and she didn’t mean her shampoo or perfume. Mina, who normally would’ve been salivating by now in the presence of someone who smelled so appetizing, instead realized her mouth had gone dry. As a vampire, she knew exactly what was happening with the photojournalist’s camera, but Jihyo didn’t. 

“Uh…yeah,” Jihyo said distractedly. She stared in disbelief at her camera screen for a moment, then recovered, offering the vampire an apologetic smile. “I-I’m so sorry,” she said. “I think I may have wasted your time– the photos didn’t turn out. I must have accidentally bumped one of my dials or wrongly adjusted one of my settings.” 

“Oh,” Mina said, a bit of relief washing over her. “That’s too bad, I’m sorry.” 

“No, no,” Jihyo said, waving a hand. “I’m sorry for taking up your time. Have a good rest of your afternoon.” And then the photojournalist was gone, giving Mina a much needed bit of time to slink off toward the front of the patch, near the part of the woods she’d initially come through. 

Feeling irritated at herself for committing an unforced photography error while on assignment, Jihyo walked off too, pulling over at a quieter part of the patch to see where she had gone wrong. Her settings, though, were all just as she’d set them. Still worried about some sort of technical error with her camera, she spent the next ten minutes or so shooting other families nearby. When she checked the shots, they were just fine. Well composed, good lighting, and all of her subjects were in focus, sharp and clear. 

Even more confused, Jihyo mulled over the photos a bit more. She happened to glance up just in time to spot the woman from the blurry photos leaving, just a few yards in front of her. She watched as the woman purchased a single item, something smaller than a pumpkin that Jihyo couldn’t see. Wanting to redeem herself, Jihyo picked up her camera once more. Her shutter was virtually silent as it captured a few more frames of the woman as she walked away. This time, a chill went down her spine as she checked the camera’s small display screen. Every last one of the photos of the woman was blurry, a mess of motion and color. 

Jihyo mentally flipped back and forth between panic and denial as she packed up her camera bag and began to weave through people, trying to catch a glimpse of that woman again. But what if her hunch— that something was off about the woman– was right? Jihyo was so focused on finding Mina that by the time she caught up with her, she had no idea what was going to come out of her mouth when she went to get her attention. 

“Hey,” she said, gently tapping Mina on the shoulder. “Excuse me–” Jihyo paused while Mina turned around. The vampire looked bewildered to see the photojournalist again. She took a half step back when she realized it was Jihyo and pulled her bomber jacket up near her face, as if trying to avoid being recognized. 

“Sorry,” said Jihyo, clasping her hands together nervously. Think faster, Park, or you're cooked! “I uh, I don’t normally do this, but I just moved out here and you seem like a cool person and I was wondering, if, uh,” Jihyo stammered, “You wanted to like, hang out sometime…or…something.” Why did I say hang out?! she thought. I should've pretended I needed to interview her! Mortified, she felt herself blush. This would never work. Her one chance at getting this woman's name to do a little sleuthing was about to evaporate.

But the vampire seemed surprised. She lowered her jacket a little. “Me...?” Mina asked, looking around behind her as if Jihyo hadn’t tapped directly on her shoulder. “Why me?” 

Jihyo let out a nervous huff of a laugh. “Because…” she started, spying the funky, dual-colored gourd sticking out of her bomber jacket. This time, she decided to be honest with her. “I don’t know, you seem…” Jihyo felt shy suddenly under the vampire’s patient gaze. “Kinda cool.” She glanced up at Mina, who was still listening to her intently. Taking that as a sign of encouragement, Jihyo continued.  “Like, it literally looks like it’s about to rain and you’re wearing sunglasses,” Jihyo said, pointing up to the sky. “I wonder why you made that choice. Not in a bad way! Just genuinely curious. And that little gourd thing? I have no idea what that is, but it looks cool and I’m kinda jealous I didn’t pick it out myself.” 

Mina allowed herself to smile then, without teeth. Outside of Sana and Momo, Mina really didn’t hang out with anyone else, living or dead. She’d always considered having human friends as a vampire to be risky, but… maybe it was safe to expand her social circle to just one human. She had good taste in clothing, and seemed relatively put together and normal, as far as Mina could tell. Plus, she was pretty, and clearly assertive and not afraid to go after what she wanted. It was kinda hot, especially to Mina, who always wished she possessed those traits. She reached up and adjusted her sunglasses slightly. "I'm a little light sensitive," she said. Then, she reached into her bomber jacket pocket and pulled the gourd she'd purchased earlier out. She studied it for a moment, then she extended her arm, offering it to Jihyo. “And this is a bicolor pear gourd,” she said. Then, slightly softer, she added, “I’m Mina.”  

Jihyo smiled warmly as she accepted it. Bingo.

[lyra-vex]

Ao3: A Vow in Venom

Wattpad: A Vow in Venom

Jake would rather debate dumplings than die—again. But after vampire hunters chip him with a cursed bullet, his only hope is Liora. A succubus with lethal secrets and a flair for dramatic exits. Bonded by forbidden blood and his bad life choices, they have to dodge death warrants and sabotage.

With strange happenings on the rise in Duskwood and Redlog, luck is not in their favor. Liora's seductive charm is as addictive as her venom... and his Yelp review from Hell is just getting started.

This can be read without knowing the fandom. Triggers, and a snippet, are below the line.

Triggers: Blood, violence (combat training as foreplay and killing monster hunters), graphic sexual content, graphic fight scenes, biological and magical codependency, toxicity, pain and pleasure—claws, fangs, and shadow magic.

Snippet:

He clasped his hands behind his back. You know that bite in the wind before a snowstorm? It nipped at him a second before his life forever changed.

Liora dropped from the rafters. Silent as a spider’s kiss. Serpent darkness framing her as she landed soundlessly.

He scanned her from head to toe. Her leathers clung to her like she’d painted them on, seams straining as if her very form rejected containment, every curve a taunt. His cock stirred as her gaze raked him.

A predator sizing up prey she already owned.

Pathetic, he cursed himself as his body reacted to her presence, wanting to taste her, but he hid it behind his mask.

She was Hell and the blackest hunger incarnate. Relentless. A liar. A stunning little liar he couldn’t wait to crack wide open.

Her crown of copper braids like arterial spray around her head. This wasn’t just violence.

It was performance art. He waited for her barbed words.

They never came. Liora dismissed him with a tilt of her proud chin.

She turned her back, storming toward the altar. Her ass swayed, a metronome of menace. His fangs ached to sink into her.

He bit back a laugh instead. “What? No threats? No stabbing? After this… spectacle,” he toed a headless corpse, its neck stump glistening. “I’m wounded, Red.”

Her claws flexed at her sides. The nerves in his back remembered their scrape, wanted more of it. Her hunger swelled for a second, eating through his gut before she leashed it.

His chest flared with heat in response. A burst of flame in a mine. He watched in amusement as her shoulders squared.

She didn’t turn, but she spoke. “They weren’t after me.”

Her pulse thrummed faster, but not as fast as it would be soon.

He inched toward her. “Oh, I know. They thought you’d drag me here like some lovesick mutt. Cute.” He kicked a silver tipped bullet. It skittered into a puddle of congealing blood. “But you didn’t have to redecorate. A ‘No Trespassing’ sign would’ve worked fine.”

She hissed, a tremor in her hands as she faced him at last. Her eyes spat flame, but he sensed it, the fractures in her restraint, and he would keep pulling at them. Jake’s smirk widened as a dark tendril lashed the air near his jugular.

Liora perched atop the marble slab, a blasphemous bride haloed by shattered saints. Her voice dueled itself—a black widow rasp vs her seductress silk. “They deserved worse.”

Her hunger still shuddered through the space, and in him, a discordant violin. He couldn’t tell his own apart from it. That thing in his chest flared hotter with every step closer to her.

“For wanting me dead? Aw, that’s sweet. You shouldn’t have.” He grinned, all teeth and arrogance. “Or… is this about the other night? Are you mad I didn’t beg? Didn’t break?”

She stilled, eyes fracturing with amber and bruised violet. Bingo. Her teeth bared and gleamed, but her shadows quivered. Half coiling to strike, half curling to him, smoke to flame.

“You flatter yourself, leech. I don’t keep pets.”

“Pets? Nah, you incinerate those.” He nodded to the entranced mortal slumped beside the pulpit. Alive, untouched, throat bared and whimpering weakly for Liora to touch him as his clouded gaze followed her every breath. “But this one? He’s still breathing. Why?”

Jake paused and sniffed for dramatic effect. “He’s got vanilla body spray and the sour despair of crippling student loans. Not your usual vintage.”

Liora’s lip curled, hands gripping the marble’s edge until her knuckles bleached white. “Sentimentality bores me.”

“Bullshit.” He took a step closer. Her shadows flinched.

He tapped his temple. “You’re starving. I’ve run the numbers. You torched six hunters in 3.6 seconds. You could’ve drained him faster—could’ve drained them.” He nudged a corpse with his boot. “But you didn’t. I want to know why.”

Her darkness surged for him. He didn’t flinch. It didn’t just coil, it breathed, licking altar wine off fragments of glass like a starved dog.

“I don’t answer to mayflies,” she said and studied her claws.

Jake pushed on. Smile mocking and eyes blazing.

“Mayflies don’t leave scars,” he said and pointed to his throat, the silver bite she’d gifted him. It pulsed warmer as he eyed the matching mark on hers.

Her eyes dropped for a beat too long. Gotcha.

He closed the trap. “You’re punishing yourself. For letting me in.” He let the quiet fall for half a blink. “And for liking it.”

[ragd0lly]

Chapter 2

Two Moons Early

Savina never once thought she would end up in this position.

In her perfect world, she would have returned home from a peaceful, uneventful stroll to her cozy home. Her little cat would’ve greeted her at the door. She would have tip-toed up the stairs, careful not to wake her mother, and curled up in her warm bed, a book and oil lamp tucked under the comforter.

But reality was never so predictable.

And so, instead of cozy, late night reading, Savina found herself following closely on the heels of a green haired stranger, her tall boots clicking on the smooth stones they passed over with an intimidating echo.

The late autumn air was cold against her pale skin, an unforgiving breeze cutting through her thin garments and causing her to shiver. She wrapped her arms around herself, both for warmth and comfort from the strange situation.

The duo carried on in silence, the only sound being the wind whisking through the narrow alleyways they passed by, and the faint sound of howling in the distance.

She wanted to speak. Wanted to ask.

They walked in silence.

Her mouth opened and closed.

Hesitant.

The click of heels against stone streets.

Savina stopped, dead in her tracks, her trembling arms holding herself tight.

Say something.

The woman in front of her noticed the sudden absence of her echoing footsteps, and glanced over her shoulder with a curious expression. Her eyes were expectant. Savina took a deep breath. Then another. And then, she finally put her thoughts into words.

“Who are you… And why are you helping me?”

Her voice wavered with her question, barely permeating the thick night air. The long haired woman cocked her head.

“There’s no…” she trailed off, hesitating on her next words, “There’s no way you don’t know…”

Savina self consciously moved her still stained hand up to cover the guilty mark on her neck, hating the way it felt like it burned under the woman’s gaze.

It was then that a thought occurred to her.

Of course this stranger knew. Is that why she's here? Does she work for hunters? Is she a hunter? Did I survive that vampire’s attack only to be turned in for a reward and staked?

Her thoughts raced, mind spinning as panic began to set in. But her swirling thoughts stilled when she heard the girl before her… laugh?

“Are you tellin’ me you really haven’t figured it out?”

The woman asked, her voice light and almost teasing. She reached up, her gloved hand gently collecting her hair and moving it aside, exposing a mark that perfectly matched Savina’s.

“Oh…”

Savina whispers, understanding suddenly crashing down on her. Of course.

The woman, the vampire, nodded sympathetically, and turned around to start walking again when Savina suddenly gasps, causing her to spin back around in surprise, only to be met with the young girl alight with hope

“Wait, wait... If you’re a vampire...” Her voice trembled, barely concealed desperation lacing each word, “Can you fix me?”

Her eyes shone with newfound light, maybe there was a chance to be normal again after all, she opened her mouth to continue her rambling, but was cut off as the woman whipped around, her expression serious and almost regretful.

“I’m gonna stop you right there kid.”

Her words caused Savina to freeze, waiting expectantly for her to say something more, anything that would keep her hope alive. But the look in the woman’s red eyes sent Savina’s heart plummeting back to the ground.

“What’s done is done and can’t ever be reversed. The only thing I can do for you is help you not get killed out here. I’m sorry, really, I am. But this is your life now, whether you like it or not.”

Despite her harsh words, the woman’s heart ached for the newly turned girl, sympathetic as she watched her face fall

“I… I see…”

Silence reigns between them for many moments as the two continue their trek forward, the noise of awkward silence and echoing footsteps growing more deafening by the minute. The heavy quiet is shattered at once when Savina takes in a steadying breath of air, making herself stand taller. She refused to give into despair quite so easily.

“Well, my name is Savina,” she began, trying her best to put a bright and friendly spin on her tone, “So you can stop calling me ‘kid’.”

She wrinkled her nose slightly at the nickname, she wasn’t a child any more than the vampire before her was. But the woman simply glanced over her shoulder with a teasing, knowing smile.

“Sprite.” She called back, finally putting a name to her face. “And don’t take it personally, the name just felt fitting since I didn’t know your real one yet.”

Savina scoffed slightly, looking back at Sprite with a questioning gaze, one hand settling on her hip.

“Fitting, how?” She asked pointedly, the most sure of herself she had sounded all night. “You look like you’re the same age as me!”

Sprite responds to her exclamation with playful laughter, her amusement ringing through the empty street.

“How old do you think I am exactly?”

Savina flusters, unsure of how to answer the question and worried about being ‘rude.’ Were vampires sensitive about this stuff? She had no idea.

“I don’t-“

But she never could get the sentence out before the pair were interrupted, the sound of metal scraping immediately jolting them out of their casual banter. Someone else was here.

“Isn’t it a bit too bright out tonight for you to be skulking around?”

The two instantly whipped their heads around, wide eyes locking on the source of the sudden interjection. There, leaned casually against the bricks of a home, stood a girl. Her pink hair was tied back into a ponytail, and a blade was spun expertly between her fingers. Her yellow eyes were cold and questioning as she glared at them.

Savina let out a gasp, recognition of her appearance setting off every alarm bell in her head. She turned to sprite, expecting to find similar terror in her expression, but was instead met with a confident smirk, the older vampire's eyes set on the stranger.

Radiating confidence, Sprite moved to step toward the pink haired woman, only to be stopped dead when Savina grabbed her arm, squeezing tight enough to leave a mark. Sprite cocked her head, meeting her panicked eyes with a calm expression.

“Sprite wait!”

Savina hissed out, voice and hands trembling.

“Don’t you recognize her uniform? She’s with the hunters guild! She’ll kill us both!”

Savina begged, every instinct in her screaming for her to take off running, to start sprinting and not stop until the sun peeked over the horizon. But she couldn’t. Even she knew she didn’t stand a chance on her own. If this hunter didn’t kill her, another one surely would.

But Sprite never wavered, flashing her a confident grin, reaching up to squeeze her shoulder in reassurance.

“Don’t you worry, I got this.”

With a final wink in her direction, Sprite turned on her heels, walking towards the glaring woman with outstretched arms. Confident. Dramatic. Savina had no clue how she did it.

“Purcilla, darling~!”

She purred, her tone familiar and teasing.

“Miss me that much? Our next little rendezvous wasn’t due for another two moons!”

Sprite's grin never left her face, but the hunter, Purcilla, didn’t appear amused in the slightest, her scowl deepening as she narrowed her eyes at the cocky vampire.

“Who’s your friend, Sprite?”

Purcilla’s voice was cold, accusatory as she turned her spiteful eyes to Savina. The young vampire shuddered under her intensity, drawing into herself in an attempt to hide.

But Sprite wasn’t so caught off guard by her harsh words, instead waving her hand dismissively.

“Just a kid I saved from the streets earlier, not a threat in the slightest, I swear on my life.”

She placed her hand over her heart, sporting the most innocent expression she could muster. Purcilla only knitted her brows, knife twirling a bit faster.

“You know that promise means nothing from an immortal.”

Sprite emitted a soft gasp, clutching at her heart in a dramatic show of feigned hurt.

“What? Are you saying that after all these secret outings I still haven’t gained even a bit of trust?”

The vampire’s words seemed to flip a switch in the hunter's mind, her eyes clouding with rage as she growled. The pink haired woman lunged forward, grabbing the taller vampire by the collar to drag her down to her level, dragging a small gasp from her mouth. Her eyes burned like the street lanterns that surrounded them.

“Cut the shit, you and I both know that these ‘secret outings’ mean nothing. Vampire turnings and disappearances are on the rise, and you’re the only one who could possibly give me information as to why. And now you show up with a freshly turned girl and expect me to engage in idle tea talk?”

The hunter was outraged, hands shaking with anger as she gripped Sprite’s shirt with a white knuckled ferocity.

For the first time, the vampire dropped her charismatic persona, her eyes hardened, and her expression turned deadly serious. She met Purcillas eyes with a challenging stare.

“Come on Purci, you know I don’t have anything to do with the turnings, and you know I haven’t been part of the tribe in decades.”

She whispers, sounding exhausted and defeated. But she refused to let her words carry to the black haired girl across the street. She didn’t need to worry about this. Not yet.

“And leave the kid out of this, she’s been through enough.”

For a few moments there was silence, their eyes never once breaking contact. The tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a blade. Suddenly, Sprite smirks, her cocky personality returning as she leans closer to the hunter.

“And besides, there was to be more than ‘nothing’ between us. After all… just look at how we ended up, hm?”

At her words, Purcilla let out a confused scoff, before looking down. In her fit of aggression, she had neglected to take notice of their current position until now. They were face to face, pressed close together, and the shock of being pulled down so suddenly had caused Sprite to stumble, her hands catching themselves on Purcilla’s waist before she fell.

The hunter let out a flustered gasp, shoving the vampire away and stepping back. However, after she had given herself a moment to fight the redness rising to her face, she once more reached out to grab the taller woman by the collar. Spinning on her heels, she slammed the vampire into the brick wall she was leaning on moments before, causing Sprite's vision to fill with stars as her head cracked on the hard surface. In a single motion, Purcilla had her dagger, pure silver, poised at Sprite's throat. The vampire swallowed, staring down at the blade that hovered millimeters from her skin.

“Keep the kid in check, leech, or I won’t hesitate to drive this dagger through both of your hearts.”

The hunter hissed out her words, knife clutched tight and her yellow eyes glowing in the watery light. Sprite held her breath, her eyes not once wavering from Purcilla’s fiery gaze. She knew she’d never do it.

And in that assumption, she was correct.

With one swift movement, and the sound of metal clashing together, Purcilla’s dagger was tucked neatly into the sheath on her hip. Sprite released the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding as the hunter relinquished her grasp on her shirt, unpinning her from the wall behind them.

She turned around, quickly, her pink ponytail swaying from the force. Her icy glare bore into Savina as she passed, a silent warning that sent chills down the young vampire's spine. When their gaze finally broke, Purcilla didn’t look back again, disappearing into a nearby alleyway, her footsteps silent as she vanished into the night as suddenly as she had appeared. It was no surprise that when it came to hunters, she was one of the best.

“Lovely as always to see you Miss Valentine! Miss you already!”

Sprite called into the darkness as soon as the hunter had escaped their sight, a satisfied smile on her lips and her crimson eyes twinkling with an unreadable spark as she stared into the inky black that had swallowed the hunter.

But the vampire's strange behavior was all to see interrupted as Savina snapped back to her senses. Pulse rushing in her ears, Savina sprinted over to where Sprite stood, a whirlwind of emotions coursing through her: fear, anger, confusion. She could name them all. She skidded to a halt in front of the taller woman, eyes wide and frantic.

“Are you crazy?!” She exclaimed, louder than she should have. “Provoking a hunter? Do you have a death wish?!”

Savina wanted to continue her chastising rant, ripping into the experienced vampire for being so reckless, but her words were cut off by a calm, almost nonchalant voice breaking into her thoughts.

“Relax,” Sprite purred, waving her hand dismissively, “Purcilla and I go way back.”

She sounded so confident, and yet Savina wasn’t quite reassured. She could only respond in a doubtful hum, not meeting her new friend's eyes. At this, Sprite sighed, compassion slipping into her gaze as she rested a hand on Savina’s shoulder, pulling the worried girl in closer.

“Hey,” she whispered, her voice uncharacteristically soft and soothing as she spoke, “Don’t you worry about a thing, kid, stick with me and I promise…”

She paused shortly, leaning down to be eye level with the shorter girl before continuing,

“I’ll keep you safe.”

Savina’s eyes sparkled in the low light, the older vampire's words striking her to the core.

She didn’t have to face this alone.

She let out a soft, shaky sigh, meeting Sprites reassuring eyes with as strong of a smile as she could muster.

Savina was unsure of a lot of things, and she was scared of so many more. And she was okay with that.

Her life had been thrown in a direction she never could have expected, her plans and future shaken and shattered in every way

And yet, as she stared into the confident, unexpectedly kind eyes of her new… friend? Mentor? Family? The labels themselves didn’t matter. There was one thing she knew for certain

She was going to be just fine.

[sunnyvandsephi]

i did this 'sneaking Hunter past the ToS' design for the Vampires vs Werewolves ArtFight this year and still adore it so, to here it goes

Feredir just = "Hunter" in Tolkien's elvish

he had lore and everything!

i have phases where i just, want Hunter around in every canon or project i drift between, but this design was part of a whole little tale i was using to try and do collaborative pieces for ArtFight

as the story goes, Feredir and other Bad Batch mirrors still kept their 'outcast' vibes as they were either vampires who fled vampiric hierarchy after refusing a command, or werewolves who approved of that rebellion and joined forces (i was on Team Werewolf so)

design choices were, how to do his tattoo, instead made it a burn from exposure to sunlight, his fangs double up because his tat has gaps for two teeth, he still retains his "knife" in the form of a silver stake he can use an either Vampire -or- Werewolf, and in the same fashion as his Katarn-lll gear, keeps his vampiric armor even when acting against them- not going out of his way to hunt other vampires, but definitely willing to defend himself or when convinced by his fellows, rescue them from their superiors

[wandaluvstacos]

WHAT WE DIE FOR

Chapter 4 is up (and Free!)

Mikayel Simonian was a fledgling vampire once, though he doesn’t remember how he was turned. What he does remember is waking up in the year of 1988 to a group of magical misfits with the ability to cure vampirism—with exceptions, of course. Their history as fledglings themselves combined with the power of their magic enables them to do what no normal human can: hunt vampires. Over forty years, Mikayel has brought an end to more fledglings than he can count, and even a few full-fledged vampires. He’s seen most things. What he’s never seen before is a vampire deliberately seeking his coven out with a new fledgling in tow to beg them for a cure. Because a cure for the fledgling would mean turning her into a vampire hunter. But this handsome and unusually principled vampire named Eric Krüger seems insistent, so Mikayel and his team agree to try.

People have started dying on Mikayel’s home turf, and new fledglings are the cause. Whoever is controlling them is wily and secretive, and neither Mikayel nor his fellow hunters can track the fledglings down once they vanish into the night. It may require the help of a foe. Erich claims to know the vampire villain and has insight into what he has planned. But no one has ever teamed up with another vampire to hunt a vampire—Mikayel may be the only one crazy and desperate enough to try. 

Contains: mxm with some light fxm, blood (obvs lol), gore, murder, sex scenes, slow burn romance, some nazi shit (bigotry, homophobic/transphobic slurs, etc)

Genre: Horror/romance/thriller

Rating: 18+

EXCERPT:

  The hallway and the patio beyond looked empty, and considering that all the floors looked old and hardwood, Hilda was sure anyone walking nearby would easily be heard. She tip-toed across the expanse of space between the basement steps and the patio door and grabbed the handle. That was when she saw the security camera blinking straight at her. Shit. No time to change her plan. She shoved the door handle down threw the door open, darted through like she was being pursued, and—

            —was now standing at the same door she’d just opened, in the same foyer she’d just left.

            “What the fuck?” Hilda whispered. Was she losing it? No time to think about it. She pushed the door open again. And ended up right back in the same place, looking at the concrete patio beyond through the window panes on either side of the door. Once more she tried, with the same result.

            “You can do that all day,” came a voice behind her. Hilda yelped like a struck animal and whipped around, heart in her throat. “But you’ll get the same result.”

            The person facing her was a woman of undeterminable age—could have been thirty, could have been fifty—with blond hair in a long braid over one shoulder and an all-black ensemble, from her turtleneck to her pencil skirt to her tights to her ballet flats. She wore heavy silver plate earrings inscribed with tiny etchings, but other than that, she would have been immediately forgettable in a room of more than five.

            Hilda searched around in a panic for a weapon, but the closest thing were umbrellas in the umbrella stand. So she grabbed the one with the duck head on the handle and wielded it like a sword.

            “Stay away from me,” she snapped.

            The woman looked at the umbrella, then at Hilda, lifting one eyebrow.

            Hilda growled in frustration and retracted the umbrella, but she maintained her grip on it. “Who are you?”

            “I am Gaia, codename Eagle. You are Hilda. It’s nice to meet you.”

            “Why are you keeping me here?” Hilda demanded. “What the fuck is going on?”

            “We can’t let you leave right now,” Gaia said in an even, diplomatic tone. “For your safety and the safety of others. Once you have proven yourself capable of self-control, you will of course be allowed to leave.”

            “What self-control?”

            “I assumed Bao explained this to you.”

            “Yes, but… I didn’t want to believe any of it.”

[asktranquilrahab]

Surprise

Rahab sensed it. That sickly perversion. His eyes glanced to the side under his hood before coming spiralling from the sweeping axe meant for his neck. His scimitar drawn, seeking to return the favour until to be blocked and rebuked by an gauntlet-buckler. Once. Twice and when the figure came on him again, the young vampire bounded back as the heavy axe carved for his midrift.

And there it stood before him. Something his master had only warned his brothers and him about, reality in the form of a demi-giant clad in platemail glowing with the daemonic magics thought gone by the Enemy's banishment.

A Glyph Knight striding slowly with a intent malice. "Your interference ends here, vampire. Your kind have been controlled once, this time you will not escape the Sarafan."

Inhaling slowly, Rahab flourishes and saluted spitefully. "And like countless times before, you will fail and your kind will pay for your butchery." He promised, getting in stance. The two regarding one another. This large human in the pinnacle of the defeated Sarafan Order's armaments before a fledgling under cloak and his own armour.

A moment and the two engaged again. Rahab had no chance of overpowering this Sarafan veteran, the strength was unnatural and fortitude inhuman. Whatever sciences the fallen Lord had given to his human supplemants were still potent. All he could do was practically dance in each savage swing and near catch of that heavily-armoured limb ending with silver talons.

"All you can do is move, Leech!" The Glyph Knight sneered, feinting at Rahab's neck and swept to catch his knees with his axe. The vampire was more clever than that, spiralling and kicked his iron-toed boot to the hunter's face. In the same motion, kicked off the armour and flipped twice to keep from the vampire hunter's reach.

"Damnation!" The mortal snarled and when it seemed he might overreach to throttle Rahab, he drew his blade back before his sharp senses warned him. Snapping crossbows. A bolt slammed into his shoulder, causing the Fledgling to hiss out in pain as the silver-tip burned at his wound and the others hitting his chest and stomach.

His chest plating managed to rebuke an attempt at his chest but his guts twisted at the bolt hitting lower. The poisoning burned and Rahab heaved out, blinking away the black tears welling at his eyes. However, the knight wasn't going to let the moment linger as he charged again.

Rahab glanced back and he flung a smoke bomb from his belt, the black ashes blinding and choked his attacker - giving enough of a opening for him to smash through a window! "You can run but you will be hunted, parasite!" The glyph knight gagged in cruel laughter. His companions were already on the move, one of them rushing outside and saw Rahab already sprinting fast down the street, twisting into an alley.

[hetakinkmemeblog]

As someone who's filled multiple prompts and occasionally scrolls through to find others that sound interesting, part of it is how vague alot of the prompts are. I write dubcon and noncon often, so I tend to gravitate to prompts that sound like the requester allows for it, like when I filled the ameripan fleshlight prompt (not that I can't write consenting stuff, like the hypnosis ukger prompt, but at least in that prompt, the requester was clear they wanted it consenting iirc).

So for say a prompt that says "recently turned vampire Liechtenstein x vampire hunter France" and nothing else. Okay, since the prompt is on tumblr, I'm assuming underage isn't allowed (writing underage sexual content isn't allowed according to the new TOS I think), but is dubcon allowed or will that trigger the requester? They asked for a vampire character, but I've been seeing more vampire lit where the vampires don't drink blood, so is that what the requester likes or can I make Liechtenstein covered in the blood of a fresh kill before France finds her? Would guro be triggering to the requester?

Or do they want something more vanilla and the vampire/hunter angle is just a small amount of spice they want added?

I don't know, and I don't want to risk triggering the requester, since the fic is supposed to be mainly for them.

This is only one problem, though. I think you and Jelly also brought up good points like writing in general not getting much attention in the fandom and neo-puritanism being a problem in fandom in general atm.

Yeah agreed, I think that's why now I'm going to put a pause on this endeavor because Tumblr just isn't the place to do it. There are too many variables and risks and writing isn't valued as much as it should be in this fandom and with Tumblr atmospheres being the way they are it's difficult.

And yeah that's the problem too is with the original kink meme you knew anything was allowed and you could directly ask and put as much detail about what you want to see. Tumblr is more difficult.

So I think I've made up my mind and I'm going to put this on pause for now

And honestly I don't want to be the one in the line of fire if someone writes something and someone thinks they shouldn't have wrote something.

So I think it's best if I find some other way to make fandom a bit more enjoyable.

[lesbiankimdahyun]

SHARE THE HEADCANNONS FOR MISAMO RIGHT NOWWWWW

OKAY AAAAHHH I HOPE THESE AREN'T STUPID

Vampire!Mina 

As mentioned in the story, Mina can’t be seen in mirrors. Her only opportunity to see a glimpse of herself is in water: ponds, lakes, full sinks, etc. 

She does have the ability to turn into other animals– bat and snake are the most common two, but she rarely exists in snake form because she can’t stand the sensation of shedding skin 

Bat Mina is adorable– being either a white winged vampire bat or hairy-legged vampire bat are her go-tos, but she’s also tried out being a giant flying fox bat. 

In addition to turning into animals, she can take on some pretty creepy/scary forms, including literal actual fog and a bat-human hybrid form. It takes a lot of her energy to turn into either of these. They’re kind of a protective defense form when she needs to disappear quickly or scare someone off a predator or hunter 

She does enjoy the snug setting of a coffin to sleep in, but she’s fine with normal beds too 

She’s lost fangs before, but unlike adult teeth, her fangs grow back if she loses one 

She has mirrors in her home but she can’t use them.  

She can be photographed but she’s always blurry even if sitting still. 

Werewolf!Momo

Momo lives in a log cabin deep in the forest. Her bed is ginormous– she pushed two king size beds together because she wanted to be able to use it as a sort of puppy bed when she was in her full werewolf size. 

As a result of having a ginormous bed, she hates making it and rarely does. 

Her eye color changes based on her interest when she’s in human form– the darker, deeper gold they are, the more of her attention you have. They stay dark gold when she’s in wolf form. 

Her stomach is like a tank, she can eat just about anything she can hunt. 

She doesn’t mind being being called “pup” or “puppy” during sex, but she is NOT into petplay 

She has an extremely sensitive nose. If she really wanted to find you, she could. 

Succubus!Sana

All of her powers are mind-based– she’s a manipulator. She can change your mind, make you say anything she wants to hear, and make you want to do whatever she wants you to do. She can seduce anyone she wants, whenever she wants. It’s as ethically questionable as it sounds. It really is a gift for Sana though because she's never been catcalled (she makes men feel the impulse to turn away from her before they can even see her).

She can dream walk. Just like Momo, if she’s looking for you, it’s only a matter of time before she finds you. She can move you while you sleep-- you may fall asleep in one place, but wake in another.

She used to have no problem manipulating people in their dreams too, but she's in the middle of of stopping the habit. It makes her uncomfortable (she's about to like, glow up and Stop Manipulating but this was pre-that).

Like Mina, she’s immortal. 

[notacyborg]

Lost

Lord of the rings

Star Trek AoS

Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter / Last American Vampire

Star Trek ToS

Winter Soldier

Scream 1996

Fandoms don't die, you make friends you have little pods, you still create, more so if it brings you joy!

I don't wanna @ anyone because I understand how fast things seem to move in today's landscape of streaming shows dropping entire seasons in one day, and networks pumping out new series constantly to try to attract more subscribers with no intent to actually maintain those shows over time but I just saw someone self-deprecatingly lament that they are still thinking about a show that ended almost a year ago, making fan art and playlists for it, and I want to be very clear:

you can still create fanworks when it comes to old media!! PLEASE do!! there are always going to be new fans who will appreciate it, and veteran fans who are dying for new content and new perspectives. also, less than a year is NOTHING. the original Star Trek series was on TV six decades ago and there are still people losing their minds over it, writing stories and reblogging gifsets daily, and that's only one example.

a fandom lasts as long as there are people who love a thing, even if it's only a handful of people. love what you love and write and draw and make gifs and playlists about it!

[waiting-on-mars]

Top 5 TV shows!

mr robot: elliot alderson my beloved <3 if you want to watch an anti capitalist anarchist mentally ill hacker fight against the system and his own mind, then this is the show for you

star trek: whatever iteration, tos or tng or ds9 or lower decks, this will always be the ultimate series for me; it gives me hope when im feeling hopeless, it helps me imagine a future where humanity can do better

our flag means death: unfairly canceled!!! this show was so amazing despite it being short lived, long live the gay pirate show!!

steven universe: this will always be my comfort show!! excitedly waiting for eps, making up theories, it was such a fun time when it was airing!!!

what we do in the shadows: this show is so funny and unabashedly queer!! a gay latino lead just trying to live his vampire dreams while also being the descendant of vampire hunters, guillermo my beloved <3 the movie is great but i think the show takes the dark humor mockumentary to another level!

[jaedoesart]

drew some funny quotes from today's ToS session :)

context for the nail gun one under the cut lol

[myristicisms]

Safety and familiarity often fell hand in hand, while they were never mutually exclusive, that certainly never stopped the dhampir from falling into a sense of security. This song and dance they'd toed the line upon since meeting was a mix of both, bicker and then grow close only to pull away and then repeat; It was comfortable yet not at the same time, tiresome in a sorts but it was all Adrian really knew. Human emotions were such fickle things, speaking in the language of violence though was simplistic, communicative of one's passion and Trevor Belmont was quite expressive in combat.

The very thought of losing a spar to the hunter always left a bitter taste within his mouth, it was the biggest reason the blonde never went easy on his companion simply because he'd never hear the end of it if he allowed himself to lose, that and Adrian was a Tepes, they had their pride even if in odd ways. It's due to that pride that he knows his shock shows clear as day within his typically carefully crafted expression, can feel those icy blues staring him down calculatingly and there's nothing the swordsman can do for damage control. Not that it would matter anyways, what's said is done and there's no taking back the obvious interest lurking within his once cold features.

Trevor is so warm against him too, running on the cooler side only left him all the more perceptive of their differences, humans always did tend to be much hotter than vampires and he'd known well enough he was that odd balance in between. Amber eyes linger upon Trevor's almost smug features though, notes the brief moment of surprise cross over his expression at Alucard's bold confession and he almost regrets looking away, certainly he would if it didn't result in the brunette further bullying his way into the son of Dracula's personal space. ( To think I'd allow a Belmont to put me in such a position and enjoy it. ) He muses to himself, silent and calculatingly as he feels the Belmont's breath against his flesh, and that too is hot enough to be damn near soothing, a reminder that the man before him is very much alive and well even if Adrian himself often jested about how he'd prefer the opposite.

He'd be lost without Trevor though, and he knows it.

He's utterly embarrassed, floored even to be so meek about his own feelings. Lisa always encouraged Adrian from a young age to accept the symphony his heart sang with grace, thinking logically of it while also allowing himself the joys of affection, fondness; Seeing what it's done to his father though had left him tentative, nervous, especially given his heart's dirge was for a man as impossible as the owner of the tawny hands keeping his wrists weakly pressed together. “ You're cruel. ”

A muttering, no bite nor bitterness in his soft voice that only lowered into nothing but a gentle sigh of satisfaction. Even despite avoiding Trevor's gaze, Alucard could feel those baby blues lingering upon his own features, knows that the hunter was just as interested in what the blonde had in mind. “ Though I'd expect nothing less of a revered vampire hunter, but yes do hurry and accept your prize, congratulations for defeating little old me. ” He manages to finally muster, voice a gentle thing, flustered in tone and roughened from a pathetic attempt at regaining his confident and calm façade.

Impatience wasn't a trait often projected onto Alucard, not when his company often showed himself to be the one far more bold historically speaking but now was certainly a time where the elegant son of Dracula was far from the typically untouchable being he liked to portray himself as. A gentle huff expands his chest, irritation evident within unnatural eyes that swiftly shut, head tilting just so to press his lips against roughened ones; It's as thrilling and terrifying as their prior match, so very new and unfamiliar in a way that made Adrian nervous simply because he'd become a creature of habit and yet still he allows Trevor to control the scenario, still allows his arms to be pinned above his head despite the dull ache in his shoulders, and still allows himself to submit.

This was fondness, his adoration heavy within his slowly beating heart and were he fully human, Alucard thinks perhaps the subtle pink within alabaster flesh would burn brighter, his features would likely grow hot but such was not the case, and that too was a thought that terrified him.

*CONTINUED THREAD. 📨 ➤   @myristicisms 

𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒 — 𝐎𝐇 𝐒𝐎 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍’𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅. He knows full well how powerful the Dhampir truly is, how even managing to best him now was a worthwhile achievement that came by no easy feat or mere stroke of luck. Pride buzzes away at his core — accompanied very closely by the wild thrumming of heady adrenaline. It paces through his veins like sprawling lightning, pure & lively, flushing at his skin in a spring blooms petal hue, the tips of his fingers tingling like pins & needles as one hand curls around the hilt of his clutched dagger that bit tighter.

He wasn’t a patient man, especially not when it came to other people. In a battle setting, where tactics crafted carefully within his minds eye carried him to either victory & survival or left him teetering along the brink leading to a painful death & permanent failure — he could be as patient as needed. But that’s where this lured him in, pinning him in place so firmly with a sudden, bone-deep interest, it quickly fastened. Alucard was . . . A strange mix. His presence was a soothing one, safe — despite all the claims the Hunter made often about him being quite the opposite — but he bore a comforting familiarity in the cutting, sharp way he could fight & carry himself.

A fighter, with graceful skill bearing a soft spoken but no less powerful air about each careful strikes.

Which leads him back to the present . . . Time ticks on, punctuated by the steady beats of his calming heart. Gradually things ebb, but curiously still, the blonde does not move despite his weakened grasp. Though as quickly as that look of vaguely flustered, wide eyed surprise comes, it fades just as fast, the others thin mask carefully coming up as he remarks in a low but rumbling drawl. Trevor expects the comment about ripping his throat clean out, gaze dipping low to catch the daring gleam of those oh so sharp fangs. Fine. It’s not as if it’s not entirely undeserved, Trevor muses in amusement, but he doesn’t expect the final statement commenting how he didn’t mind the odd turn.

The vast array, a wild storm of emotions all flickering across Alucard’s features, each brightened flare of emotion that peeks like light from beyond a stained glass window — it only further reminds him of how strange their overall position is, what it continues to be, how it should be worrying how he can’t seem to break away or draw back from where he’s so casually leant in close. Teasingly so, his breath fans along the others skin in softened breaths, gentle puffs that shift at some stray golden bangs. Adrian’s gaze falls away, off to the far corner somewhere as he continues on.

The reins for everything are none too gently passed back into his hands, a show of quiet trust, a goading sort of expectance falling onto his shoulders to steer them away or towards the culminating tension.

❝ Well . . . You’ve got me there. ❞ Belmont hums, voice a smooth, dipping purr, brow arching high as baby blues come to an observant thin. His gaze flits purposefully down, trailing along plush pale lips, testing the waters of the blonde’s overall interest, the peek of his own tongue darting out to wet along their chapped seam. ❝ I suppose I did win. Guess I’ll be taking my prize now, hm? ❞

With practiced grace, he sheathes his dagger, still keeping his other hand loosely pinned over the Dhampir’s wrists. Always giving the option to tug free, yet still finding it ignored as the Hunter cranes in just shy of the others lips. So very close to the edge of them.

[vigilantictacticedwards]

♧ DANGANRONPA: Severe, Silencé, Salem | SalemRonpa ♤ [ Danganronpa x Town of Salem ]

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[ PILOT ]

...

All we see are vines hanging on the wall, the lightings are broken...but it seemed that someone is using this plot.

Elliot (LO): "This is useless. Just old sh*t."

Oliver (inv): "You be on the *lookout*, then!"

Elliot (LO): "VERY F*CKIN' FUNNY."

Shiloh (sher): "I suggest we look around, look for an escape. Maybe other people, as well?" I looked at Ada, she looks very silent after the Potion Master has said her full name. Childhood trauma? She was crossing her armsz uncomfortable.

Oliver (inv): "Well then! There might be other people who are tryna to oppose us. Maybe, maybe not!"

Elliot (LO): "I'm starting to dislike you, really."

Oliver (inv): "Hah! Just because your jealous?~" His tone started to be playful, while Elliot is angry...

Elliot (LO): "OH YOU LITTLE BASTARD B*TCH! I'M GONNA MOTHERF*CKIN' KILL YOU, LITTLE PEICE OF SH*T!"

Oliver (inv): "You look so cute when your angry! What' the matter? I'm tryin' to compliment you!" Boys, they never change.

Elliot (LO): "You are SO dead—"

???: "The hell is the noise around here?" A random stranger turned and peaked around the conor, where we are standing— besides the classroom. "Y'know, it ain't safe too hang around here."

Oliver (inv): "I see, I see! Newcomers!"

???: "You can...say that." There, that's a four-persons group.

Shiloh (sher): "You must be stuck here, too. I assume you also don't remember how exactly why you got here?"

???: "Neither. Only my name and my lads here." I guess they both know each other, even since from the start?

Elliot (LO): "You a band or somethin'?"

???: "No. Just a very infamous group here. We...*kill* evil-doers and criminals based off our occupations. Secret or not, we here are like...hitmen."

???: "I ain't a man here."

???: "...And hitwoman." I see. An infamous group who kills criminals and evil-doers based off their occupations. In Murder mystery games, they make the Sheriff that owns a gun... I DON'T HYSTORICALLY OWN A GUN.

Oliver (inv): "Interesting! What are your names, you guys?!" His eyes were sparkling in interest.

???: "William Thatcher. The Jailor...it seems a weird occupaton, but I don't care. I'm the leader in this group, and will always take whatever death will provide them!" He looks half as a leader.

???: "...Luke Wilson. I'm known as the youngest soilder during my time. Now? I'm a..war veteran. Is somebody here or is it just us?" He chuckled nervously.

Elliot (LO): "Paranoria soilder..." [muttered]

Oliver (inv): "A WAR VETERAN?! TELL ME WHAT'S IT LOOK LIKE IN THE WAR!"

Luke (vet): "...No thanks..." He looks p

???: "I AM THE ONLY MEMBER WHO *ABSOLUTELY* DESPISES VAMPIRES— WILLIOW HUNTSMITH! THE VAMPIRE HUNTER!"

Oliver (inv): "FINALLY, SOMEONE HAS THE ENERGY!"

Elliot (LO): "Vampires don't exists. Are you a child or some sh!t..?"

Williow (VH): "No, but I do recall b*tches like you exists in my photo that was NEVER PRINTED!"

Elliot (LO): "DEAD. NOW."

Williow (VH): "AHA!"

William (jail): "Stop this nonsense, if your gonna fight, go outside."

Elliot (LO): "...Lucky." I chuckled a little. As I notice, I see a person who hasn't introduce to himself— he was in William's back.

Shiloh (sher): "I suppose that's the last member in your group? The one...behind you?"

William (jail): "Ah, yea. Sorry for him, he doesn't like meeting new people."

Shiloh (sher): "I— I see."

William (jail): "This is...Evan. Evan Edwards. He is known to be he Heroic, justice-formed— The Vigilante." Wait, that's...

Elliot (LO): "Wasn't he in jail for threatning and beating up jaywalkers, gangsters, and tresspassers without legal authorities? Like, what the absolute f*ck? He's a *monster* to bad guys and good guys! HE CAN'T BE THAT SOFT!"

William (jail): "Amnesia. It's because of amnesia. Right, Ev—" He...dissappeared.

Williow (VH): "He dissapears occasionly whenever he's scaeed or embarrased. Yea, don't mind him at all."

Shiloh (sher): "If he was jailed, did you pay for that dept?"

William (jail): "Hell yea, I did. After that...it's personal. Anyways, you should tell your names."

Shiloh (sher): "Ah, yea. Name's Shiloh Lopézz the Sheriff in my town."

Luke (vet): "Despite your position, you don't look like the sheriff I picture. Just a ordinary western outfit. Y'know what, I respect that."

Oliver (inv): "Aha— uhh...what were we talkin' about?"

Elliot (LO): "Introductions, a*s-hole. Were you daydreamin'?"

Oliver (inv): "OH HELL NO— I WASN'T! WHY WOULD I, THE FAMOUS INVESTIGATOR, OLIVER RODRIGO, DAYDREAM?! Anyways! I'm the famous investigator— OLIVER-

William (jail): "You already said your name."

Oliver (inv): "THEN WHAT IS MY NAME HUH??"

William (jail): "...Oliver Rodrigo, isn't it?"

Oliver (inv): "Huh...then you must've followed me in Instagram..." (skull)

William (jail): "Does he live in the ci—"

Elliot (LO): "Right, right. I'm Elliot Adler, the Lookout. Look, I may know I don't exactly look like a lookout, so I clearly look like a f*ckin' civillian too you."

Ada (psy): "I'm... Ada Adkins and all..."

Oliver (inv): "She's our psychic with a long staff and this mas who snitches emotions too her!"

Williow (VH): "I suggest you should not explain the things untill she's comfortable."

Ada (psy): "It's...fine." She softly sigh. The mask told us she's rather exhausted.

William (jail): "Right. I'll be heading and look wherever Evan is. Luke? Williow?"

Luke (vet): "Yea, right. I'll catch up on you, invetigative related people!"

Williow (VH): "Yea. Cya."

Shiloh (sher): "I hoe you find wherever Evan is at." Their personality is actually chill, despite them being officer related people. No wonder why they are quite infamous...

Elliot (LO): "Let' explore the whole f*ckin' campus and see what we can find, yea?"

Oliver (inv): "ALRIGHT! WHOEVER IS SLOW GETS TO BE CALLED A SLOW POKE!"

Ada (psy): "I— HEY! AIT FOR ME IDIOTS!" Itt' funny too see them finally developong a platonic relationship, but...despite their personality, their issues— And...Evan...he didn't talked much. I looked around before I run with them, seeing...him behind my back, peaking against the conor.

Evan (vigi): "...I'm *sorry*." He's sorry? For what? As I blink, HE WASN'T THERE. A hallucination, perhaps.

Oliver (inv): "SHILOH!YOIR GONNA BE CALLED SLOW POKE IF YOU DON' C'MERE!"

Shiloh (sher): "RIGHT, I'LL BE THERE!" There is a question behind them...

What are they exactly called and do they have a dark history behind?

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lol haha group go brr— anywaysz this is very long so hope you enjoyed aaaa

[bombietta]

I love vampire/vampire hunter so here’s more garbo

[tosheadcanons]

The Consigliere has a crush on the Vampire Hunter and is heartbroken when he becomes vig. Also, despite the word Consigliere being French and Mafia being Italian, I headcanon the consig’s name is just “Larry” because apparently Consigliere is pronounced like “console-larry”