#vampire cure

[aswallowimprisoned]

Restless far from a Wine Dark sea - shock

The doctors have been trying to find something that will allow mer to drink something other than fresh human blood. While Nathaniel would like nothing more in this world, he is skeptical that anythin could replace the golden glow of life from blood.

snippet for @medwhumpmay

Tw Dead Dove Jewish vampiric whumpee is important in this one, religious whumpee, trying to find a cure, drinking human blood, medical event (see tags)

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Logan allowed Nathaniel to sniff the cup of dark liquid 

“It just smells like dead blood.” Nathaniel said. His senses couldn’t pick up anything that suggested the blood would contain any of the zing of life that his cursed body needed to sustain itself.

“We added something to it we hope will make it nourishing to you, but it might still not smell normal. But if it does make you sick, I have a bucket here ready.” Logan lifted the familiar pail. Nathaniel had seen - and vomited into - that pail on numerous occasions while his captors tried to figure out how his vampiric digestive system worked.

Nathaniel wrinkled his nose, but accepted the straw to take the tiniest sip.

It tasted like dead, disgusting blood, lacking in the euphoria that live blood would give him. He despised drinking blood at the best of times, but having to drink it when the dead blood wouldn’t even help him to live? Disgusting on every level. But if it was a step to a cure, he would do it. Nathaniel obediently took a second sip.

This time there was something. A tiny buzz in the back of his throat, a flood of warmth to his skin.

“It works” Nathaniel was in shock, “I can feel the glow!” The feeling climbed up his throat. It was different from normal, more fuzzy. “Oh, it tingles!” 

Euphoria took him as the ramifications of the discovery dawned upon him.

He wouldn't have to drink directly from humans anymore. He wouldn’t have to choke down a tube and be force-fed in this place where he was held captive.

This was the beginning of more than that: this was a chance that one day they could figure out if he could feed on something other than human blood He could never have to hurt a human again.  Could it go further than that? A chance he could eat actual food, keep kosher, live free of his cursed form?

Could this be it? Could this be what he had prayed for for centuries?

“His body is not reacting in the same way as it does to unaltered blood…” Dr Rana dipped into his pocket to withdraw a thin yellow tube with a orange lid that Nathaniel had never seen before.

“Does it feel the same as normal, Fogal?” Logan asked him. 

Nathaniel's lips started going numb,

“N-no.”

Nathaniel’s throat started to close.

Something was very wrong.

“Adonai Eloheinu Adonai-” 

His air was stolen before he could finish his last prayer, a needle slammed into his tail before Nathaniel was swamped by men in white coats.

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Sorry for giving you hope Natty. I feel kinda bad for this one as it is a very important one to his character.

(also hi to two new followers! It's nice to feel like my stories are going somewhere!)

[bentcr0wbar]

Goth equivalent to live laugh love

[lousolversons]

I've been calling to you for some time. And now here I am, and you can rest. I am the quiet you've been longing for. After all the garishness of life,the jostling, the clawing, the dull thrum of desperation in you. Will I get the fixes I need to be somebody? But, Daniel, you already know who you'll be. An ugly duplex back in Modesto. A job in an office with drab carpets and flickering lights. A woman in the mold of your mother, vacuuming on valium. A genteel drinking problem, like your father. Your wife counting down your thrusts. Your children shying away from you. All the confidence and hope of your youth replaced by a seething, boiling regret. Until one day, you're at a traffic light. The light turns green, horns honking. You don't move. Horns honking. You don't move. A comfortable chair in a room that slants to the north. An easeful death. Rest. It's okay. It's okay. It's okay. It'll feel like a bath. Rest. Like honey on your tongue. It is the comfort we all long for. The end. Rest. Come. Come. I'll hold you, you rest now. INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE AMC Episode 12 - Don't Be Afraid, Just Start The Tape

[goryhorroor]

horror sub-genres: science-fiction

[beesarekindaswag]

DC X DP

Ya know how we all collectively agree that the Lazarus pits are just ectoplasm? Well.. apparently it’s canon in DC Vs Vampires that the pits can reverse vampirism and turn someone back into a human…

Guys… GUYS -

Just imagine Danny wandering the ghost zone and ooh natural portal? Yoink.

It just so happens that the portal leads to the DC vs vampires dimension and well Vlad looks enough like a stereotypical vampire that when some dude with fangs tries to kill him who can fault Danny for a little ectoplasm blast?

And wait a minute- what just happened to the guy he shot? He’s… human now? H u h

Turns out when you shoot a vampire with ectoplasm it ALSO cures the vampirism…

The real question is : did Danny happen to land in the midst of a dramatic reveal of Dick Grayson as the vampire king and oops- no more vampire 🤩

[aciidgrl]

[winchestress]

[rottengurlz]

"my jugular misses your teeth." 🩸

a collab with @kashisun 🔪

[dervampireprince]

[dni minors, dni blogs that have no 18+ age listed in their bio] astarion x trans man! reader/tav /// smut, dysphoria comfort, reader's chest is un-described and untouched, reader has a vulva, soft dom top astarion, bottom reader

whenever there's a day when you feel off, wrong, you're hyper aware of your body and how it doesn't feel right to you, he'll notice. perhaps not at first, but the way your posture is different, the way you reject and shy away from his touch, don't flush or scowl at his flirting.

it's late when he decides he has to ask you what's wrong, him not being used to having others to care about, to worry for.

"have i done something wrong?" his voice is quiet and yet it startles you from your thoughts.

"no? no, of course no," guilt festers in you. "i'm sorry."

"there's no need to apologise, darling. as i've been told by someone quite dear to me, there's nothing wrong with not wanting to be touched."

"it's not that. i do, i," you breathe. "i want you to touch me quite badly."

"then i don't understand."

his fingers twitch, wanting to reach for you as your eyes flicker to the mirror across the room.

"when you look at me... what do you see? that is, i mean... you could have anyone you wanted, and i know what you'll say to that. and i believe you. that you want me. i just, sometimes it's hard thinking about the men you've been with, hells just men in general, and then... how they compare to... me. because sometimes, sometimes it's hard to see myself as... as..."

you trail off, aware of your shaking breath, aware of the wetness on your eyelashes, aware that you want to bury yourself against him but find yourself scared.

just as you start to wonder if you've ruined something, his hands hover by your face, not touching, waiting. and so you nod, and his he cups his palms against your cheeks, tilting your head to look at him.

"my sweet boy."

those words and his voice make everything the smallest bit better, you hold back a sob and place your head into the crook of his neck. him calling you a boy both soothing and comforting, but also always slightly arouses you.

"you know i love you? exactly as you are, because of who you are."

"i know."

he raises one of your hands to his lips and kisses it.

"would you let me show you?"

he's not used to being so careful with someone else, not that he hasn't been gentle before but it's never been out of his own desire to cherish the person he's with. but perhaps he can understand, in his own way, feeling disconnected to your own body.

"you're such a handsome man, such a pretty boy. and aren't i ever so lucky. when i was a child i would fantasize about some dashing prince, but i could have never imagined i'd find one like you. you're far lovelier than any dream. you're real. and for some unknown reason managed to see something good in me. you're the most incredible person i've ever met, and i'm going to help you see that."

your shirt stays on if you wish it, as much as he loves every inch of your body, and will continue to regardless of if it stays as it is, or if parts of it change. but he wants you to be comfortable.

he kisses you, trailing down from your lips to your neck, never meaning to get carried away there but always does. you find it hard to mind though as he kisses, teeth nipping but not drinking, leaving faint little marks. he likes leaving marks on you, a reminder that you're here, that you're proud to be with him.

his hands slide down your sides, over your stomach, they pull at the laces of your trousers, sliding them off you legs, leaving your bottom half bare, waiting for his attention.

you flush as he maintains eye contact with you as he slides a hand under your ankle, then down your leg as his mouth moves with it, kissing you calf, next to your knee, up your thigh. and if there's more to grab there, he reveals in it, adoring any curves, your softness. he pauses when he reaches the top of your thigh and chuckles, smirks to himself

"such a sensitive boy, i haven't even touched you anywhere intimate yet and look," you gasped as he glides a couple of fingers between your folds and then holds them up. "already wet for me."

he slides his fingers back against you, teasing around you before thrusting in, curling them upwards as he lowers his head.

"we get be neglecting your cock can we darling? it's straining so hard. and just because it looks different than mine, doesn't make it less of a cock, does it?"

he stays blinking up at you until he realise he wants an answer and you shake your head no.

"good boy, that's right," he purrs and you want to feel condescended, but you just whine, flushing hot, wanting to be good for him, wanting to be his good boy, wanting him to call you that again. "and what shall we do with your pretty cock? shall i suck you off?"

you nod your head, eyes pleading with him and he laughs, not to make fun of you, but because your neediness, your eagerness for him endears him.

"very well then," his lips close around your cock, sucking and suctioning while his fingers continue to stroke inside you, your hands slip into his hair and tug accidentally and he moans around you.

"cheeky boy," he pulls back. "do you wish to come like this or..."

"fuck me," you say, and then. "please? please, astarion, i need you."

astarion always flushes when you tell him you need him. he slides up your body, "i suppose i shouldn't tease, you've been deprived of my touch all week, my poor boy thinking he didn't deserve this. don't worry, i'll fuck you like need."

his cock slips between you, holding you close, kissing your neck, hands stroking your waist as he pushes inside of you,

"that's it, such a good boy. always taking me so well," he loses control of his voice as he fucks you, murmuring praises as his hips snap against you, letting you tug him up to kiss you, pressing one of your hands down into the pillow so he can hold it.

he tells you that you're a good as you both come, he tells you that you're a good boy as you twitch, oversensitive, as he cleans you off, and he tells you that you're a good boy as you drift off in his arms.

[not-that-n]

Mage The Ascension lore is so fucking funny. The Demiurge is real and it's the friends we made along the way.

The Super Secret Organization that tries to control reality organized the Apollo 11 mission to try to make werewolves weaker but the sheer sense of wonder and amazement the moon landing caused made fairies active again.

Said super secret organization also own several terminator like robots, several space bases (because if a wizard is powerful enough they can't exist near civilization without getting vibe checked by reality) and a Dyson Sphere

[wakinguponsaturday]

Gale after I explain that of course I'll marry him, but we can't go back to Waterdeep for our big fat greek wedding just yet because we're overthrowing an undead lich queen and an archdevil, killing at least two gods, and curing vampirism

[coffinwebs]

happy world goth day!! :) 🦇🕸️🖤🎵

[littleststarfighter]

‘You’re mine, Michael.’

I miss the kiss of treachery The aching kiss before I feed The stench of a love for a younger meat And the sound that it makes when it cuts in deep The holding up on bended knees The addiction of duplicities As bit by bit it starts the need To just let go my party piece -The Cure, Disintegration

[mrsduwinter]

Robert Smith and Mary Poole’s Wedding day (1988)

[bentcr0wbar]

Something abt looking like a goth princess just baus my haus

[grlsbian]

i just want a vampire girlfriend