#vampire Raphael

[neofox]

🎃 Happy Halloween! 🎃 here's vamp Raph with all three of his brothers 💘🧡💜💙

[multifandom-menace]

Vampire Bros!

[poppysinpebbles]

Could you imagine an au where Casey, April, Raph, and Donnie never get turned back to normal? And it's set in the future? During some sort of vampire apocalypse? And they became Dracula's top four generals or something? And Leo and Mikey have to fight against them? But low key they're mentally ok? But at the same time we all know Dracula is an abusive boss? So they're not actually? And they all miss each other? Could be interesting👀 Might make it👀

Here.

[zoitza-pizza]

Hi 👋

Did anyone else get nervous when Donnie's arm was near raphs mouth when he was a vampire.

Cause I was, and I always wondered how differently that could've gone. Like instead of donnie chains up raph, raph brings him to Dracula. And even in his vampireic state he still asks Dracula if he'll be OK. To witch Dracula says he'll be better than ok.

I just wanted to rant, I'll get back to writing my leosagi story pretty soon.

[ducky-died-inside]

What a creature

[cowleyes]

that’s daughter

[gilsart]

Idk what happened to my brain, but I've been obsessively drawing my ocs as vampires.

The lady in the first two drawings belongs to @labeelart.

[cosmo--does--art]

practicing drawing everyone and being (somewhat) successful. Halsin was going to be on here but I couldn't draw him worth my life so have my tav/oc instead LMAOOOOOO

[tiredandoptimistic]

One of my favorite parts of COG is Simon's arc about accepting his place as a downworlder. He'd gone through the first two books as Clary's tagalong best friend, which is cool and all, but he'd never really acknowledged that he was a part of the story too. In City of Glass though, he is constantly used as a pawn and needs to admit that it's because he is a vampire. He's dead and buried and came back wrong, and now he's got a responsibility to take action on behalf of his new community. It's so easy to act as though he's been dragged through the plot through his connection to Clary, and maybe that was true at first, but eventually he was able to take a stand and decide that he won't be a passive player in his own life anymore. I just think that's really neat, and I like that Simon starts acknowledging that being a vampire does actually mean something to him. As a Daylighter who's friends with Shadowhunters he is kinda in a unique position, and he decides to use that position to help other vampires achieve more political equality.

[neofox]

what if vampire Raph had wings? 🦇

[silvandar]

The ultimate question: villain fuckers edition

Vampire vs Demon

[poppysinpebbles]

Sneak peak of Sewer Crypt chapter three or four👀

Raph huddled against himself, tence. Instinct that always sounded vaguely like his master blaring alarm bells in his head. It felt like his heart was beating so hard that he thought it might make his plastron beat too, like how it did in cartoons. The metal floor was uncomfortablely cold, which was weird because he usually liked the cold. His shell pressed against the thick bars behind him as he glared from his corner at the boy, no, the man across from him who seemed irritatingly calm, relieved even, maybe? Raph couldn't tell. He could, however, tell that he was injured. The tangy sweet scent of blood was driving him up the wall, especially since that very man had interrupted his meal a few hours ago and now he was starving. But he knew better than to try anything. The large, callused hands of his cagemate gripped the handle of his katana tightly, professionally.

Raph snapped his eyes away from the handle bound in blue and back up to the aged face of his brother.

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First chapter here.

[yanteetle]

THINK ABOUT IT

vampire Raphael

HE ALREADY HAS THE SHARP TEETH

anyways thank you for coming to my ted talk 😌

also eat a descent meal, brush your teeth, AND DRINK WATER

"Just a small bite.. just a little bit, I promise..."

i passed out several times drawing this. Thank you for bringing me to your very lovely Ted talk <33 I think I went a little ham on this one, but I swear he's just asking for a teeny bit of blood. Just a eeny meeny bit :))

Taglist: @dynaspamm@faetaiity@fried-milkfish@milks-thoughts@hearteyedracoon@crystallinecryogenics@m0nster-fluffer@syrinxmeadow@zxphy@mellytumbles@nekonekoastume@sockidox@temmerlover@ramblehour@redak-ted

[another-lost-mc]

Where They Prefer to Bite MC THE DEMON BROTHERS + DATEABLES + SIDE CHARACTERS 1.1k words | NSFW | gn!Reader | Vampire!AU Content warnings: Possessive behaviour, biting and blood-drinking, some sexual content (oral sex) in the third portion. They/them pronouns are used for the characters.

─ PREFERS TO BITE YOUR NECK: Satan, Belphegor, Diavolo, Simeon, Thirteen

There's something so appealing about the tantalizing seduction of feathery-light kisses against smooth, delicate skin.

The evening started as all fairytale romances do: a sweet, chaste kiss pressed against your lips. Sin disguised as passion unravels tears at your self-control until you fall into their greedy embrace. Their tongue curls so eagerly with your own, and it’s enough to set your heart and body ablaze.

The lazy drag of their kiss across your warm cheeks and against the soft edge of your jaw leads them down, down, down. Their hand cradles the back of your neck so gently, and you relax into the seductive trap you've willingly stumbled into as you feel a white-hot pinprick of pain—

—but your gasp of discomfort in their ear stutters into a confused, breathy moan as pleasure washes over you. The desperate sounds of their lips sucking wetly around punctured skin are disguised by your own incoherent pleas as you beg them for more. Your hands scramble for purchase in their hair and you clench the front of their clothes so tightly that your knuckles turn white. You whimper their name as you melt against them because whatever this feeling is, you never want it to stop.

They flick their tongue teasingly against your pulse point, and it's almost like they can taste your heartbeat as heat surges through your body and warms the skin beneath their lips. They caress the delicate column of your throat playfully until they start to suck a little harder, drinking greedily as hunger and lust take over. They leave little marks that bloom like amethyst clouds across your skin; it's the first of many ways they intend to claim you tonight.

Let go, their voice whispers in your mind, and you fall apart untouched except for the hint of fang that scrapes your neck and their hands wrapped around your waist. They hide their smirk against your skin as the scent of your arousal floods their senses, and they drink until they've had their fill.

─ PREFERS TO BITE YOUR WRIST: Leviathan, Barbatos, Mephistopheles, Raphael

Your hands are so soft.

That's what they think to themselves when you walk together, your arm linked with theirs or your fingers laced together as they lead you through nighttime's busy streets. Their eyes shine brightly in the moonlight and their lips curl into small, loving smiles each time you glance at them shyly with an affectionate gaze of your own.

They spare no expense when it comes to selecting the most thoughtful gifts for you. The silk scarf around your neck compliments the unique kaleidoscope colour of your eyes. (It hides the tempting sight of your bare neck from view, for they can only control themselves for so long.)

There’s a delicate chain around your wrist made with precious metals and jewels, specially designed and crafted for you. Their fingers trembled slightly when they put it on you earlier. It’s understandable that you would mistake the mouthwatering hunger in their eyes as simple adoration for such a beautiful trinket. (Their namesake is engraved on the chain you wear—they’ve claimed both your heart and your blood for themselves.)

At evening’s end, they’ll urge you to sit comfortably before drawing your hand to their lips for the softest kiss, one that demands nothing of you but promises you the world so long as you remain theirs. They kneel at your feet like you’re an altar of worship, and hunger gnaws deep in their belly when they remove their gift and tuck it away for safekeeping.

Your gentle fingers card through their hair when they move closer to you, setting comfortably between your legs, as their lips moving lazily against your skin. You wince when the soft kiss on the inside of your wrist gives way to a flash of fang and a moment of searing pain.

They watch you with dark, half-lidded eyes as you squirm with pleasure while they feast upon the generous gift you’ve given them in return. When they’ve sated their bloodlust, the jewelry they clasp around your wrist once more will hide the lingering marks that adorn your skin.

─ PREFERS TO BITE YOUR THIGHS: Lucifer, Mammon, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Solomon

The heat between your legs diffuses your natural scent, and their heightened senses can detect the faint metallic taste of copper in the air. Desire warms the blood that pumps through your veins and it's irresistible. Desperation brings them to their knees before you and they’re ravenous as they peel back the cumbersome layers of clothing until you’re both bare and wanting in their dark silk sheets.

The time for sweetness and coy flirtations has ended, and all that remains is the heady scent of your arousal and your trembling body beneath theirs as their gentle hands pry your legs apart. The first drops of arousal dot your skin and they’re powerless to resist the temptation to taste you. The sounds of their lips and tongue coaxing pleasure from your body is muffled by your soft thighs clenched around the sides of their face, legs trembling beneath their hands that hold you in place while they ravish you.

They lift their head when your pleasured cries finally fade away to silence, showing you their mouth shining with your slick release. Even as you pant heavily with satisfied exhaustion, your greedy eyes still track their tongue when they lick their lips with a satisfied hum.

They cherish you above all else—your love and your blood sustains them, and they would be lost without you. They take you to bed so they can prove their love to you with unholy worship. They draw pleasure from your body with their hands and their mouth; afterwards, their loving words and needy kisses are saturated with your taste.

The soft, jiggly flesh of your thighs is the perfect place for them to litter your skin with evidence of their claim on you. The lingering tenderness you feel tomorrow will be undeniable proof that your heart and body belongs to them. You stroke their hair while they mar your delicate skin with bruises, and they shudder each time you sigh their name.

When you’re relaxed and satisfied and pliant beneath them, it’s their turn. Hot, open-mouthed kisses on your inner thighs turn into suckling bruises and nips with too-sharp teeth. Your back arches so beautifully when they finally break the skin and the warm, syrupy blood mixes with the taste of your cum on their tongue.

[coyote-ralyn]

Servants of the Devils.

Fathers and sons .

Mephistopheles/Cazador, Raphael/Astarion