#vampire Bloodhound

[tigakki]

vampire🩸

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[bloodhoundg4ng]

"the bad touch" this "the bad touch" that WHAT ABOUT ALTOGETHER OOKY!!!!!!!!! WHAT ABOUT COUNT POPULA. HUH.

they could never make me hate you vampire jimmy pop........ ooouuughhhhhh count popula..... save me vampire jimmy pop from the Altogether Ooky music video....

i should clarify. the bad touch is still a banger music video to me and i will inevitably draw something based on it. just you wait gang 🙏

+ bonus

[dyrewrites]

Bloodhound -- 'friends' in a cafe

“They’ll be fine,” Alessandro assured, guiding the stiff back and narrow eyes to easy-to-kick-off sandals and then the door.

He didn’t follow too easily, looking back and worrying, “but do they—”

“Yes, they do,” Alessandro assured again, “they’ve worked with werewolves before and Santino has a million siblings, your pup is in good hands,” shoving him out the door, he nudged him, “You are who I’m worried about.”

That tore Deluca from the glass door, to tease, “you’re worried about me?”

“Si, idiota,” another nudge answered, “you make it so difficult not to be. Now, you want your sip of me first or coffee?”

Following him toward a cafe, one close and familiar, Deluca teased, “both?”

“Can’t have both,” he was told with too wide a smile, “mundanes tend to look at you funny if you start eating someone in front of them.”

Picking Alessandro up, and chuckling for the groan, Deluca sped to a spot beside the cafe, hidden by sigil-carved trees blooming in unnatural colors, “how’s here?”

“A sip,” a gruff chuckle warned as he put him down, “don’t make me wobble in there, that barista knows me.”

“Mm,” Deluca didn’t answer, taking the offered wrist and coiling against Alessandro’s chest as he bit into it. Savoring, perhaps too much, the soft moan for his fangs.

Bracing, as it ever was, the sorrow dripping through his salt-sweet taste was tempered by more pressing emotions. Desires popping with images, of him, all of him. Ones thoughts did not sing, and a heady bite of deeper want chased each. Lustful as much as romantic and Deluca lost too much in the unusual taste and flood from veins he thought known.

“Sip, idiota,” Alessandro gasped, gripping a gently bobbing forehead and pulling as best he could to detach it from his arm, “slow…down.”

It listened, gifting the heat of a healing tongue and scooting coat sleeve up to offer soft, warm lips to more, “but you're so delicious, Alessandro.”

Alessandro needed a few tries to pull away, but he managed and walked toward the cafe entrance, “Tell me after coffee. I have some questions for you.”

“How long are you planning to keep me?” Deluca asked, hands in pockets and leaning ever so to keep eyes on his as they entered.

“All night,” he told him, winking as he motioned to an empty seat.

“But Oriana—” Deluca argued, ignoring seat to follow him to the counter.

Cutting him off with a finger to lips too hot, Alessandro nodded to a barista more accustomed to night-time coffee addicts than he cared to be, “grande latte alla vaniglia e caffè tostato alla francese, nero.” As the barista turned to tend to the orders, the Inspector turned to tend to his idiot, “she’s with those who know how to care for her, you should be more worried about your home and how much they’ll be snooping.”

“Now I am,” Deluca snipped, accepting the shove to a seat with a sharp smile.

“Too bad,” the man shoving him almost cooed, sitting across from him and teasing his hand with a soft touch, “you’re mine tonight.”

Which demanded a lean, and a study of hazel eyes too hot and bright, “When did you get so deliciously forward, Alessandro?”

“After all I've done for you this week, Del?” He laughed and, checking the cafe for watchful eyes and finding none, leaned toward browns too richly red, “not to mention being mercilessly mocked by my team for how often I drop everything for you. I see no more reason to be coy,” and broke the sharp grin spreading with a tongue shoved into it.

When allowed to breathe, Deluca licked his lips and laced his fingers with those yet holding his hand, “I like it.”

Not losing the hand, he did lose the face so close as Alessandro leaned back in his chair and winked, “I know, and you can show me how much after we talk.”

“Talk about what?” He asked, distant and breathy as he watched fingers instead of their owner, teasing with curls of his and missing the soft gasps it earned him.

Gasps that continued as Alessandro answered, “you could've broken out of those tethers—”

And cut with Deluca’s scoff, tightening his hold as his other hand flew up with his argument, “Did you not see the pool beneath me? I barely managed the phone call for how much her beast stole.”

“Let me finish,” Alessandro’s tone remained steady, if stern, as he nodded to the barista for the coffees and tried to massage his hand into feeling again—keeping it coiled in heat, however, “If you hadn’t been a fucking idiot and taken a fresh pup to the park.”

He lost the hand, and the delectable lean on the table Deluca had kept as his suggestion threw him back with cold laughter, “so I could've done it by avoiding it entirely? You make no sense.” Sipping his coffee and ignoring the rolled eyes, he continued, “I wanted her to see the neighborhood, smell her new home’s air.”

Checking again for eyes, and finding a few too many more than he’d like, Alessandro leaned low across the table and spoke lower, “She doesn't know how to control herself yet and you overstimulated her, during a full moon, how did you think that would go?” Narrowly avoiding cups, he threw an arm out, raising his voice enough to growl, “Did you think at all?”

“It came at night last,” Deluca did not speak through teeth, even if it sounded as he did, he spoke through a sip of his coffee, “I assumed it would again.” Leaning to meet the angry eyes, he matched Alessandro’s gruff tone, “and what is the problem, no one was hurt, not even the dogs. No laws broken eith—”

“You were hurt,” a lean back and a slapped hand on the table gathered eyes and Alessandro glared at each until they looked away, turning a softer gaze...and solemn voice on the idiot in front of him, “you could have died, Del. And where would your pup be then? Loose in the city where my men would have to fill her full of silver.”

“I,” reaching for a hand yet flat on the table, Deluca tried for a gentle tone as he begged those fingers between his, “Mi dispiace, Alessandro, I didn't think of what might happen if I...I just didn’t think.”

“Non pensi mai,” Alessandro teased, flicking a forehead too close and finding a smile, chuckling as Deluca did, “cases, clients, you go all out for, too much sometimes, but you never think about you and what happens when you’re gone.” Sighing, he wrapped his other hand around one too hot, holding it tighter and speaking to it more than the eyes burning into his, “Eternal as you are, it takes time for you to come back...and the world doesn’t stop when you do.”

“Starò attento,” Deluca promised, “with another to care for I should at least learn what ‘careful’ means, hm?” Enjoying the deep giggle and cooler hands tightening with it—more a look he wasn’t used to in eyes he’d grown too accustomed to—he needed a breath to remember words, “She’s...she’s feeding something I didn’t know I needed.”

Laughing, Alessandro pulled away to slide off his seat, “I hear kids do that sometimes,” keeping the hand, he waved to the barista and tugged Deluca to the door.

“Dinner,” he asked, softly echoed too close to an ear.

“Questions I can’t ask here,” Alessandro answered a bit too bubbly for his taste and cleared his throat to the laughter it earned him, “then dinner...”

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[satellitesunset]

he sunk his teeth into the bone || happy birthday @thomas-the-goat-of-satan

[nefarious-616-necromancer]

[bacon-sandwich-of-dionysus]

Ahhhh! So this is something I really wanted to nerd out for, for a sec.

So, I'm writing Bloodhound and there are werewolves in it because they're my favourite monster and it's my fic so I make the rules lol.

I just want to come on here and gush about this discovery I made... Bram Stoker's Dracula, aka the classic vampire we can source a lot of our modern vampires from, was most likely based on numerous mythological creatures- one such being a figure from Irish folklore who was an evil chieftain who had vampiristic(?) tendencies and was buried standing up (called Abhartach) and werewolf mythology. Stoker himself, I believe, but I'm not entirely sure if it was him, did say that werewolves and vampires are just two sides of the same coin... and ye olde Dracula does exhibit some werewolf-y tendencies (i.e. the man turns into a wolf in the book!).

So, what does this mean for Bloodhound? Babes, it's in the name. I'm gonna take vampires, and I'm gonna take werewolves, and I'm gonna put 'em in a Nutribullet and see how this pans out.

Yes, that's right, these wollufs are a little quirkier than your average man-beasts.

Expect Graves to enjoy the sight of blood... a little too much :P.

[krispinusstuff]

Bloodhound by Krispinus

[jesssurvives]

Yesterday i went to VCU for my evaluation for a kidney transplant. When I tell you it took 5 hours…I kid you not.

Then. They send me down for blood work to the labs on floor 1. They took 15 vials from me. Of blood 🩸.

I got so sick i had to lay down in the middle of it. At this point it’s like donating blood.

Guys. That was AT LEAST 1/2 of a CUP of blood. Dang vampires.

Good news? As of Tuesday I’ll be on the transplant list.

[closeurey3s]

Losing it

[justporo]

hello!!! Can you write some protective Astarion headcanons? Like how he would be super protective over his Tav when they're in an established relationship? Thank you!!!!

Oh, absolutely I can, because I have said alreadyAstarion is a firm believer of the ancient proverb "murder is okay, but it's not okay to disrespect MY WIFE" (this is genderneutral at this point)

So thank you for the request and have some

Headcanons about Astarion being protective over his partner

It's really all fun and games as long as you are fine; he's very much accustomed to just be flirty all around and so it's all good as long as you are comfortable with it or initiated it

But as soon as someone puts a toe over the line he turns into a bloodhound

He stands behind you staring down whoever it is that's disrespecting you or making you uncomfortable - but you're your own person and he let's you handle it - at first

He'll happily stand by and watch you take them apart yourself; but he'll have your back if need be

He just perfectly embraces being the deadly predator he is: stands there like a statue, not a single movement, not a thing distracting him from staring down his target

Some people don't seem to get that that's a VERY angry vampire staring them down and if they keep going there will be consequences

If they don't learn he steps forward: "I think you should leave as long as you still have all your wits and teeth about you!" "I don't think I was talking to you, you elven bastard!" The dagger's out quicker than you can say 'knife' and at the other person's throat. "Keep talking and find out how much of a bastard I really am." Astarion's feral, red eyes almost glowing, a growl forming in his chest, barely in control of his composure by then. You softly put a hand on his arm which makes him relax only a little. "Come on, they're not worth it, Astarion. Let's just go", you say, so you guys turn around willing to leave, when... "What - not so eager to keep your promise now, bastard?" Wrong thing to say. Astarion whirls around and absolutely sucker punches the shit out of them, making them go down in a single hit while probably breaking a nose, a lip and several teeth. He licks the blood off his knuckles as he turns to you with a smirk: "Now we can go, my sweet love."

And that's how Astarion started and ended a tavern brawl with a single punch for you

Also I know that this was all pretty specific to a certain kind of situation in which he would be a protective, but I hope I could satisfy!

[avocadoraisin]

what are your Hoffstrahm werepire! au hcs??

i hope you're ready bc im basically gonna tell you most of, if not all of the sporadic details of their "story" thats been simmering in my head. theyre subject to change on any given day because, well, this is my imagination LMAO i can take this daydream wherever i want

one day parts of it could be a fic? idk. i dont think i have enough of a beginning, middle, and end of a real cohesive "story" so it might just exist as snapshots in the form of little comics forever.

and some of this is, in fact, alluded to in that really horny heat fic i wrote akjhfjb

pre-meeting

Hoffman:

-He and his sister were both vampires and have been for a little while. not sure for how long. the details of how they turned are also hazy

-but they were alone together and moved cities often, only having each other to rely on. they had to "restart" someplace new every few years. possibly because theyve been around too long and would start to arouse suspicion from neighbors noticing them not aging in 10 years. maybe they were in danger of aggressive rival vampires competing for hunting grounds territory, or anything else making them feel unsafe

-at last they settle on Sawville which seemed to be untouched by vampire drama. (as far as they knew at the time)

-Angelina always had too big of a heart and, as a vampire herself, wanted to believe in the good in people. wanted to believe in someone's ability to change. which is what she tells herself when she falls in love w that asshole Seth

-Mark is not trusting of him at all

-Angelina trusted in Seth too much, trusting him with the information that she was a vampire

-Instead of a slit throat she gets a wooden stake to the heart

-Mark is too shell shocked to leave Saw City i guess. he already distrusted humans in general but now he knew he could never, ever trust his heart in a human. not like she was able to.

-When Seth is released Mark cooks up the pendulum and gets caught by John just like in canon

-blah blah hazy details he and Amanda and Lawrence are stuck under John's thumb. i think in the fic i made it purposefully vague if Lawrence and John are also vampires, im now leaning toward Lawrence also being a vampire (i did draw him as a bat recently after all) and John is still undecided

-He knows werewolves exist, but never met one. He's not terribly concerned with encountering one but knows there's an eternal feud between the species.

Strahm:

-his early days are also hazy to me

-he's been a werewolf since i think teenagehood and it was something he kinda grew up with and learned to somewhat tame over the years

-great idea based on this anon (and everything else in the post, verbatim) but maybe he has troubles remembering his childhood or the time around when he first changed, so really all he remembers from early on is how he trained to control the power to be productive in society

-he can change at-will whenever but on full moons it is involuntary, and hes more prone to going wild. he still doesnt trust himself, so once a month he chains himself up to pipes in the basement.

-he also knows vampires are out there, and that they're bad news. Werewolves instinctually want to kill them for a reason. They have no souls and drain people of their blood, they're vermin to be exterminated. or so he thinks. he's never met one yet.

-maybe he decided to go the FBI route growing up for whatever reasons he did in canon. maybe it was a drive to learn more about whats going on in the undergrowth out there. on the everlasting hunt to find more people like him.

-what will he do when he does find one? what if they're not what he hopes?

-with his heightened senses, he knows he has a tactical advantage at work so he flies up the ranks. he's the FBI's most effective bloodhound, and they have no idea why. they dont question it. he gets shit done and thats all they need.

-some years into their partnership, he tells Perez the truth. She's the closest someone's ever been to him in many, many lonely years, and if there's anyone he can trust with the truth, it's the person he trusts with his life

-it took a lot of prying questions but she accepts him for how he is and they are more effective as a Human and Werewolf FBI duo as ever

-and as best friends, too. a tiny pack, if you will

Meeting:

-their meeting

-Hoffman made a frustratingly good point, and Strahm cant prove anything yet. But he's also just so damn curious. because he's never actually met a vampire before, and he secretly wanted to know which rumors were true.

-they also have an incentive to not immediately just out each other's species secrets. they dont want worldwide panic. they both know trusting humans is difficult and everything about that can backfire. its best that their species drama gets resolved privately.

-They both get a lil too curious about each other

-Hoffman keeps being annoyingly flirty with him too. like "arent u a lil curious lol 🧛‍♂️🍆 you can kill me after, ok? 😘"

-they settle some curiosities one night in a sleepover of discovery lol

-they secretly catch feelings a la most fics out there where they start out with a one-night hate-sex stand

-Strahm realizes that he doesnt really care that Hoffman is the "enemy" species, he seems like a normal guy. hes not soulless at all. he also has a sadness about him, just like him. and its so amazing to meet another creature, to meet someone else that he doesnt have to hide around. someone who isn't scared of him. he's not alone in the world

-Hoffman realizing he also doesn't have to be alone again, though a part of his heart is still guarded. and hes still got the jigsaw thing going on. strahm still suspects it.

-The two of them don't really want to kill each other. Like, imagine a cartoon scene with two characters super slow-mo punching each other like "Im gonna punch you! here it comes! yep! im so.. totally.. gonna punch you!" because neither of them really want to do it. until they're collapsed in each other's arms because they realize they dont hate each other, they need each other. because. im a sap.

-over at team Jigsaw, instead of infighting and killing each other to one-up each other like in canon, the apprentices realize they're all being manipulated and start to band together. vampires together strong.

-hoffman confesses the predicament hes stuck in to Strahm. their whole world is already so insane and wrought with otherworldly violence, he knows damn well that sometimes things are more than meets the eye, so hes more willing to hear him out

-Peter more or less accepts everything. he watches from the sidelines and lends a hand if needed, having grown sympathetic to their cause and seeing that theyre all just trying to escape this cult. but its also not his fight, he stays out of it, just helps them get away with it legally.

-if John is a human, they all corner him and idk probably drink all his blood. Scar vs The Hyenas style. if John is a vampire, maybe theres an epic fight if hes like a super strong elder type who just went deranged with power over centuries, Underworld style.

Post-Jigsaw Life

-when its all over, the vampires are kind of unsure of where they belong now. they scatter a bit but still keep in touch, kind of like a weird little family now, having gone through all of that together. maybe they can kind of help each other survive too. a coven of their own.

-Hoffman still isnt sure exactly of where he and Strahm fall now, now that the reign of terror is done. hes going to need to drink blood again to survive, jigsaw violence or not. will Strahm be okay with the kind of monster he has to be to live? he doesnt drain people dry, but he hates doing it anyway. and the doctor vampire of the group can only smuggle them so much blood from the hospitals.

-they realize theyre in love and can try to make this work, hearts fully open to each other. no more secrets between them

-One day when Hoffman is really starving, in an ultimate show of trust, Strahm allows him to try to drink from him. and they learn that while it tastes bad, it works, and they could have a symbiotic relationship.

-While bearing his throat and allowing Mark to drink is the ultimate display of trust for Peter, being in his extremely vulnerable bat form is the ultimate display of trust for Mark

-They tell Perez the truth about Mark, to loop one more friend into the circle of beloved, trusted people in Peter's life who know everything. Mark also gains +1 family, in a way, in addition to his coven. big emphasis on everyone realizing you dont have to be alone

-Mark helps Peter learn to control himself on full moons so he can fully control himself around the one other person he cares about, like this

-still have a lot of learning to do about each other, navigating their relationship together despite their species differences. thats been the subject of most of my art and the fic and other discussions in my werepire au tag lmao

-sometimes a pack can be a werewolf, a human, a vampire, and the two other stray vampires he kind of picked up along the way

[dyrewrites]

Bloodhound -- Deluca

Have this super messy thing I couldn't get my hands to clean up.

He looks so weird without Lucient there...

I didn't know what to do with his hands.

[persnicketypomelo]

obsession, vampires, supernatural abilities, mentions of biting

Special Halloween series

Vampire Erik Headcanons

Going for a more general approach, but pulling mostly from the book

Erik already exhibits many…nocturnal qualities as it is, even without adding any supernatural elements

He is not all too keen on sunlight; lives far below the opera house in isolation from society; prefers to lurk, unseen, in the dark

His skin is sickly and lifeless, weathered like parchment, and his skeletal frame struggles to fill the clothes he wears

Even in the book, he seems never to need to eat or drink

He even sleeps in a coffin!

If anything, being a vampire makes Erik’s every eccentricity connect naturally

Erik rarely feeds as he prefers to keep to himself in the solitude of his dwelling

But when the need eventually strikes, he makes a great event of it, wandering to the surface at nightfall, selecting his target with deliberation

He generally tries to target those who would not be missed from the world: traffickers, evildoers, the corrupt

Though he is by no means a force of good in any way

The phantom is careful not to drink from those in the opera house

As it stands, his relationship with the workers and management is strained at best, even before the new managers come along

The last thing he wants is to egg even more fools into pestering him and attempting to flush him out more than they already do

But in the case of unfortunate stragglers who wander into his domain of their own volition…

Well, let’s say his policy of not feeding from the members of the opera house can be overlooked in these…extenuating circumstances

When Joseph Bouquet’s body was found, dangling from a rope, curiously, two inexplicable punctures in the side of his neck were present as well

And when it comes to you...

His hands quiver at touching you, not only due to depravity of human contact, but also from a vast, irrepressible desire for your blood

Despite his gaunt frame, his vampiric nature grants him supernatural strength

His hand shudders with restraint, knowing that he could easily break you if he is not careful, knowing that he could lose control if his thirst clouds his reason

I think this version of Erik would be more patient and restrained than the normal iteration of himself

Age and wisdom mellows out his more extreme tendencies

Furthermore, the extreme speed, strength, and hunger means he has had to develop the maturity to curb his emotional outbursts, as indulging them could wreak havoc

Even with all the comparative wisdom this vampiric version of Erik has garnered, he is still so helplessly allured to your youth and innocence

And if you show acceptance and empathy not only towards his physical flaws, but also to his supranatural side...

Needless to say, the Phantom is beyond smitten, harbouring an obsession too fiery and intense to even possibly contain

Being the object of his fixation is even more dire for you with this version of Erik

His heightened senses can easily catch wind of your position, smelling your trail with the ease of a bloodhound

You have no hope of outrunning him, overpowering him, or even the permanence of his death

If escaping the human version of the Phantom seems a nigh impossible task, then it will take a divine miracle to escape vampire Erik

It is best for your own sake that you avoid ever attracting his interest

Else live the rest of your life by the side of an immortal being with no possibility of escape