#vampire stuff

[nanadouken]

she takes studying vampires very seriously

[vampirewrestlinglover]

RIP Tara you wouldn't have kicked Buffy out of her own house.

[3ll18u]

ℑ𝔣 𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝔳𝔞𝔪𝔭𝔦𝔯𝔢𝔰 𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩...🖤🦇🕸

[lunarreverb]

Silly headcanon that tiefling Tav tries to be cool and be coy, but her tail keeps giving away her game

[shopwitchvamp]

Vampire Jogger or Vampire Skater? Which version are we feeling more tonight?? 🖤 witchvamp.com 🖤

[flightlessfinch]

messy eater

[captainpirateface]

[dollywons]

HIHII MY FAVORITE LOVELY BAKER! could I make a divider+ welcome to my blog order? :D (it doesn't have to be both if that's too much work! I care more about your wellbeing!!)

I would like it to match my general theme!

some images for reference!! ^^^

hi hii!! I just checked the oven and your order is complete! I hope you like these! (Also tysm for caring, you’re so kind!! I was going to do two of each but couldn’t help it, I like giving options hehe)

“𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐌𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐠” 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬 ⇩ ♡︎

𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 ⇩ ♡︎

I hope you have a lovely day!! (≧◡≦) ♡

𝒸𝒽ℯ𝒸𝓀 𝓉𝒽ℯ ℴ𝓋ℯ𝓃！ 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓇ℯ’𝓈 𝓂ℴ𝓇ℯ 𝒹𝒾𝓋𝒾𝒹ℯ𝓇𝓈 + 𝓇ℯ𝓈ℴ𝓊𝓇𝒸ℯ𝓈！ ♡︎

[mistoffeleesisawitch]

Carmilla ghost but just like her lips were always warm on Laura's cheeks now they are hot because of her burning death

GOD we really do need more of Carmilla returning as a ghost and haunting Laura.

Ghost Carmilla being both hot and cold, her touch burning and freezing Laura. Someone more dead, her physical body gone and finally passed the mortal coil, but also more alive, free and no longer trapped in the stasis of a vampire. Free to always be near Laura but never fully with her either. And now Laura never has to let her go, she had never been free of her before anyways

[patisnothome]

Another day another untreated injury

[vampirewrestlinglover]

I don't think I've seen this much traction on a poll since Spike lost and I don't think I've seen this much unanimous hatred since Riley's poll.

[worms-for-brains]

Vampires that go “Hello darling~” and Vampires that go “hrrmmmmphfgrllllllll” are besties and enemies at the same time.

[victusinveritas]

[unforgivenn]

BLOODBOUND

CW: captivity, violence, blood, fear, and psychological distress.

The darkness was thick around Whumpee, suffocating, as he lay there, strapped to a chair, his wrists bound tight. Every breath he took felt heavy, laden with the scent of blood that filled the air, a potent mixture of terror and sickened anticipation as to what was to come for him. Though, he had a feeling he didn't want to know

The silence was suffocating, a heavy blanket pressing down on Whumpee, amplifying the thud of his heartbeat in his ears. Each beat seemed to reverberate through the room, a stark reminder of his vulnerability. Every second stretched out like an eternity, each heartbeat echoing in the hollow chamber, a drumbeat of dread in the darkness only to be broken by the soft footsteps making the floorboard creak

Then, like a serpent slithering through the darkness, a voice cut through the silence, sending icy tendrils of fear snaking down Whumpee's spine. "You're going to enjoy this," it hissed, a sinister promise dripping with malice.

The vampire emerged from the shadows, his form a twisted silhouette against the dim light filtering through the cracks in the walls. Blood-red eyes gleamed with unholy hunger, sharp fangs glistening in the darkness like daggers waiting to strike. Whumpee's breath caught in his throat, terror seizing him in its icy grip.

Whumpee's heart hammered against his chest like a trapped animal, desperate for escape. He tried to scream, to plead for mercy, but all that came out was a choked whimper as the vampire drew closer, his breath hot against Whumpee's neck.

"You're my little blood bag, aren't you?" the vampire whispered, his voice a twisted caress that sent shivers racing across Whumpee's skin.

Whumpee wanted to deny it, to defy him with every fiber of his being, but the fear held him captive, rendering him powerless. Tears streamed down his face, mingling with the blood on his skin as he sobbed quietly, a silent plea for mercy.

The vampire chuckled darkly, a sound that chilled Whumpee to the core. "Such a delicious fear," he murmured, his voice dripping with sadistic delight. "I can taste it on the air." His eyes suddenly glistened with a sinister gleam staring right at Whumpee's terrified face, reflecting the dim light in the room like shards of ice.

A whimper escaped Whumpee's lips as the vampire drew closer, his breath hot against Whumpee's skin. The scent of blood grew stronger, mingling with the sickly sweet aroma of decay that permeated the room. Whumpee's stomach churned with revulsion, bile rising in his throat.

"Please," he begged, his voice barely more than a hoarse whisper. "Let me go."

But the vampire only laughed, a sound devoid of warmth or mercy. "Oh, my dear," he said, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. "You don't understand. You were never meant to leave this place."

Dread coiled in the pit of Whumpee's stomach, threatening to consume him whole. A sob tore from his throat as he closed his eyes tight, not sure if it were from fear or just from the much awaited anticipation that the vampire would devoid him of blood completely this time leaving him dead. Anything to leave this hell of a place.

The pain was unlike anything Whumpee had ever experienced, a searing agony that tore through him like wildfire, consuming him from the inside out. A guttural cry escaped his lips, torn from the depths of his agony, echoing through the darkened room along with body-wrecking sobs.

But beneath the pain, there was something else, something perverse and unsettling—a sickening pleasure that twisted his insides into knots.

Why did it feel like this? Why did his body betray him, responding to the vampire's touch with a sickening kind of euphoria?

"W-Why?" he gasped, the word torn from him as he managed to catch a breath, from the sobbing and screaming. "Why does it feel like-like this?"

The vampire's laughter filled the air, making Whumpee flinch violently. "Because, my dear," he said, his voice dripping with malice, "your body knows its place. It knows that you belong to me now."

Whumpee clenched his teeth, trying to stifle the screams that threatened to escape his lips, but it was futile. The vampire drank deeply, greedily, his lips pressed against Whumpee's skin like a lover's kiss, as Whumpee felt himself growing weaker with each passing moment.

He's nothing but a vessel to the vampire, a mere pawn in his twisted game of dominance and submission.

And as the darkness closed in around him, Whumpee couldn't help but let out one last single sob wondering if he would ever escape this nightmare alive, or if he would remain forever trapped in the vampire's web of darkness and despair.

[pyromaniac9]

Of course my vampire pyromaniac ass wants this 🧛🦇🔥🖤❤️