#vampire-esque?

[theragethatisdesire]

i am once again asking for comm recommendations

[kelocitta]

I don't know what to ask so, could you share something about the Scavengers you really like or find interesting?

This is a tidbit of completely unrelated worldbuilding for the Anthro AU I don't really have a much reason to put anywhere else since its completely separate from RW... I referenced it a bit with Spearmaster but heres some scavenger mythology- Needle-Eaters!

Needle-Eaters are scavenger spirits/entities who take the form of large, scavenger-like shapeshifting insects who steal one's identity through bloodfeeding. In traditional scav mythos they are born from soil fertilized with blood- oftentimes specifically blood split from war or certain crimes like robbery. They emerge as small winged grubs, and are attracted to the smell of greed.

After finding a target, they shed their grub-skin and take the form of a gaunt, faceless scavenger; with their wings wrapped around their body like a cloak to disguise their features. They will knock on the den of their chosen victim and claim to be in need, asking for you to invite them in and to make them a meal. This is when they are considered most dangerous.

The scavenger host must be very polite and meet the demands of the needle-eater, attending to their needs. The meal prepared is generally one of mashed or juiced fruit, usually supplemented with the blood of an animal but must contain no insect meat or insect blood. They will often request multiple servings and will not leave until fed. They do not like to be watched while they eat and the host must look away while they do so. If treated kindly and to their specifications, the needle-eater will leave on its own.

If refused at any point, the needle-eater will grab the offender with their hands (traditionally, the 'needle' of a needle-eater is hidden in it's wrists, and they shake your hand or touch you to 'bite') send their victim into a deep sleep. They will drink a sample of blood, and wear your skin as its own. While not lethal, the afflicted scavenger will sleep for days to weeks- during which the needle-eater will get up to mischief such as theft, adultery or other various crimes (some minor, some harmful) in disguise. The individual generally wakes to find their local reputation ruined, and the needle-eater gone. Skeptics assert that the existence of needle-eaters is mostly from guilty scavengers hoping to pin the blame on the supernatural. Funnily enough, it is generally mostly these new needle-eaters who are considered dangerous, as those who already have their stolen identities are still considered powerful spirits, but less malicious or trouble-making. If you suspect someone around you to be a needle-eater who isn't seeking to test you; you are instead encouraged to amuse it- offer it games, alcohol, drugs, liquid foods or other types of merrymaking to amuse it and earn its blessing. It is said that if one likes you, it may grant blessings of luck or protection Poor Spearmaster, who is fairly antisocial, often finds that scavengers frequently want to get them absolutely wasted and dance and play with them. They try to humor them, although being a bit awkward and weird it often just reinforces the idea they are absolutely not normal.

[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

Jason's adopted mother Natalia was obsessed with the night and it's beauty and is often reimagined as some form of vampire or vampire like creature

Manbat briefly kidnapped Jason to be his own child while believing he lost his. And even cooked up more manbat serum he had intended to give to Jason before Batman stopped the plan

And yet,,,,,, no vampire or batcreature jason ,,,,, ,, devastating world we live in,,,,, those are his parents and yet,,,,,,,,,,,

[tvpsychics]

get snoorched speedster style idiot !!!!!!!!

my secret skele-kon gift for @thecoolestghoul for the prompts konbart + halloween costumes + first kiss :)

[givemedamage]

ultimately!

[sad-vampire-wh0r3]

Current mood

[phantomsofmyformerself]

jacob anderson giving crowley vibes:

[keexshound]

siren silco x werewolf vander. i'll come back to this thought later.

[onstoryladders]

VEGASPETE VAMPIRE AU IS OFFICIALLY DONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE SMILING THROUGH IT ALL CAN'T BELIEVE THIS IS MY LIF-- WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN I HAVE TO EDIT 10K WORDS

[gelarshiesprofruitboarder]

@lifeina-glasshouse your fault

[glitteringpoet1685]

Do we think in modern day iwtv times there's a small group of very autistic people on reddit who are really into trying to figure out the lore and history behind this one vampire trial play that was only performed once, that has a weirdly deep and complex story and characters. And then there are a few outliers who think this was all real and the theatre was burned down to cover up the evidence of real vampires and everyone else clowns on them because the vampire stuff was all clearly a metaphor for gay love duh.

[annabelle--cane]

hanging on for dear life by a single nosferatu claw

[aquarines]

if only the sdcc 2022 attendees knew that there were two actual vampires underneath the vampire masks

[sad-vampire-wh0r3]

Rita Y Julieta

Rita and Juliet Venegas (The Vampires) photoshoot for ′′ The Fly ′' (1997)

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[warren-keplers-funk-band]

broos...

[faytelumos]

[Untitled, "Movie Night"]

Hello-hello, I got vampires on the brain.

Also, I have officially solved the vampire secret relationship drama. Bam. Fixed. Read below.

Also-also, I think I meant for this to be longer, but I read it again weeks later and I don't mind this ending where it does.

@asher-writes, @justalittleminishnamedmouse, @mr-orion, @rfallfish, @tildeathiwillwrite, @thelazywitchphotographer

contains: one single Blade spoiler

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Sidekick flinched slightly at an unexpected, cold touch, looking down to see Villain pulling their hands away. "Sorry," they said, keeping their hands up and in view. Sidekick just sighed, relaxing back into the couch again, shifting their weight. They rested their feet once more on Villain's lap.

"No, it's alright," Sidekick said, grabbing another handful of popcorn from the bowl on the floor. "Just wasn't expecting it is all."

"Nervous?" Villain teased, their voice a purr. Sidekick laughed softly. Villain tickled their soles with cool fingers.

"Maybe," they joked. "I'm watching a scary movie, after all."

"Blade's not a scary movie," Villain snorted. Sidekick snickered.

"How many times have you seen this?" they asked, shooting Villain a look before cramming some salty popcorn in their mouth. Villain grinned down at them, their eyes gleaming in the dark living room.

"Too many times to count," they said. Sidekick huffed. They rested their head further back against the arm of the couch, stretching out and taking up the full length of the cushions. Villain sat straight and tall against the other arm, smiling, and once Sidekick settled down again, they began idly rubbing their socked feet.

Sidekick sighed, relaxing deeper, watching the movie. This was a nice change in pace. The public dating had been nerve-racking at times. They both looked very different outside of their costumes, but that somehow never put Sidekick at ease. This was better. More casual. More private. More… intimate.

"I can see where you get your costume inspiration from," Sidekick blurted. Villain snorted.

"I'm a product of my age," they said.

"When did this movie come out?" Sidekick lifted their head to look at Villain.

"Ninety-eight."

"Huh, I thought it was older," Sidekick said, looking to the TV again. Villain snorted.

"How old do you think I am?"

Sidekick looked down at Villain. In the dark, with only the light of the movie, Villain looked… a bit ghostly. Their eyes gleamed, and it looked just a little too bright to be a reflection from the screen. Sidekick raised an eyebrow.

"That's a trick question."

Villain grinned, and that smile sent pleasant chills fluttering across Sidekick's back. They were suddenly frustrated with the dim light, and how it kept them from seeing Villain's lips clearly. Simultaneously, it made their thoughts wander over Villain's body.

Sidekick laid their head down, tucking their face against the couch arm. They watched the movie intently as Villain rubbed their feet. The feeling of it danced the line between ticklish and painful. It was the most Villain had touched them in the months they'd been dating. Sidekick was sure those cool hands could do wonderful things. Magical things. Breath-stealing things. They stole a look away from Wesley Snipes' rolling muscles and dark skin to look at Villain, bathed in darkness right next to them. Villain was a sight to behold in costume, leather strapping and hugging across their body in all the right places. Hair wild. Bared arms glittering with blood and sweat in the moonlight. Now, they wore fuzzy pajama pants and a thin t-shirt. But their hair was still huge, and free, and thick, and soft-looking. And their eyes still gleamed. Sidekick realized with a start that Villain was still looking directly at them.

They looked back to the movie.

Sidekick stole glances at Villain now and then, but stopped when it seemed that Villain was watching them more than the movie. Sidekick shivered pleasantly when Villain moved on from their feet to their lower legs. They nibbled bits of popcorn in between remembering how to breathe and trying to focus on the movie.

"Okay," Sidekick blurted after awhile of silence between them. "Why is it that if a vampire is a good guy, they're automatically a daywalker?"

Villain laughed.

"Have you noticed that?!" Sidekick complained. "What's the deal with that? Getting to see the sun doesn't automatically mean you're a better person!" They got up on their elbow, debating throwing what little popcorn they had left at the screen.

"You're saying Hollywood assigns a morality to their nature?" Villain asked.

"They absolutely do," Sidekick said, and then ate their popcorn. "It's wrong. A nightwalker can be good, and a daywalker can be bad."

"A vampire can be good?" Villain asked.

"Yes!" Sidekick looked at them like it was an obvious question. "A vampire may be necessarily hyper-carnivorous, but it doesn't mean they're bad!" Villain huffed a small laugh. "It's how you choose to live. You can drink blood and be ethical about it, just like you can eat beef and be ethical about it."

"So you're saying vampires are just as moral as humans?"

"Yes. It's not different; vampires were humans once, and they don't lose their humanity by the action of being turned, they lose it when they choose to lose it."

"So a vampire can still be a good, trustworthy person? They can still be likeable?"

Sidekick looked at Villain, confused.

"Yes," they said. Villain was looking them in the eyes, now. Even in the dark, Sidekick could… feel it. Just as clearly as they felt Villain's cold hands laying on their legs.

Villain was staring at them. Deep into their eyes. Like they were talking about something very important, and not just a movie. Not just fiction. Villain's eyes gleamed, their always-cold hands flexed over Sidekick's sweatpants, and they were sitting… incredibly still. Incredibly perfect.

Sidekick narrowed their eyes. Then their eyes flew wide open, and they flinched up into a sitting position, sitting against the opposite side of the couch, staring back at Villain.

They only ever saw Villain at night. Villain was a shapeshifter who had very specific forms, and super strength. Their hands were always cold, they never got too close to Sidekick, their eyes were so bright despite the dark, and they had never actually seen them put more than water in their mouth on any of their dates—

"Woah," Sidekick whispered, looking down at the spilled popcorn bowl. They closed their eyes.

Staying at Sidekick's and watching Blade had been Villain's idea.

Because…

"You wanted me to know," Sidekick uttered. "But you wanted to know how I would react."

"Yes."

Sidekick dropped their face into their hands… and laughed. They laughed, and it was painful, like a dry cough. Because all they could think was thank God.

Thank God it wasn't them.

Thank God there was a reason Villain never kissed them.

Thank God their significant other had a reason to barely ever touch them or get intimately close to them.

"That's why you can't kiss me," Sidekick laughed, their voice rasping. The couch shifted as Villain moved. Closer.

"I haven't kissed you, yet," Villain hummed, "because… there are risks. To kissing me." Sidekick looked up, eyes wide, and didn't flinch when they saw that Villain was now on the cushion next to them, eyes shining in the dark. "And it would have been unforgivable of me to take those risks without explaining them to you, first."

"Risks?" Sidekick asked. Their eyes had already fallen to Villain's mouth, obscured by the dark. Villain nodded. "As in… life or death?"

"Oh, goodness, no," Villain said, and Sidekick smiled, laughing softly in relief. Villain shifted, and Sidekick thought they were pursing those soft-looking lips. "It is… very difficult for me to… not bite. When I am… excited."

Sidekick stared, a full-body shiver wracking them to the bone at the thought of Villain's teeth on their skin.

Villain leaned away slightly. Sidekick realized they were holding their breath and exhaled in a rush.

"But you wouldn't kill me?" Sidekick asked. Villain shook their head.

"No…" they said, "but, if I… consume your blood…"

They were both silent. Unfortunately, the movie was suddenly very loud. Villain looked down, found the remote under Sidekick's thigh, and grabbed it. Sidekick flinched at the near touch, their heart pounding. Villain met their eye, and Sidekick could hear their own breathing as they waited for Villain to explain.

"I would… feel you," they whispered in the new silence. "As long as your blood was inside of me, you wouldn't be able to hide from me." Sidekick gasped softly, cold blooming in their chest. "I would be able to find you in any crowd. I would be able to hear your heartbeat over a jet engine, and smell your scent from across the state."

Sidekick leaned back against the arm of the couch as Villain leaned closer. Sidekick was balling their fist into the waist of Villain's shirt before they knew it, trembling, their breathing ragged. Villain's back was to the TV now, and somehow, Sidekick could still find their eyes in the dark.

"That's the sexiest thing I've ever heard of," Sidekick mouthed. Villain huffed, a humorless little laugh, and Sidekick could taste their breath for the first time, sweet and musky. "You're telling me," Sidekick whispered, closing their eyes, "that I could be inside of you… and your body… would always feel me?"

The only sound in the room was the shifting of the couch and Sidekick's shallow breathing.

"Yes."

Sidekick rested both hands on Villain's waist. They were close. They were sharing a couch cushion now. Sidekick wondered how they smelled to Villain. Wondered if they could taste Sidekick's want on their tongue.

Sidekick felt the brushed of a cold, sweet breath across their lips. They shivered, then leaned forward and up.

Villain's lips were colder and softer than Sidekick had expected. They flinched back, just slightly, and Villain moved away a fraction of an inch. Sidekick grabbed Villain's waist in both hands, holding tightly, and kissed Villain harder.

Villain's hands were on the couch, somewhere on the back and the arm, off of Sidekick's body. Villain opened their mouth, and Sidekick met them halfway, stealing tastes and pulling Villain closer. Villain's cold body was pressing nearer, and Sidekick was vaguely aware of the knee between their thighs now.

Somehow, Sidekick knew they would have to push. Knew that Villain would try to play it safe. So Sidekick was the one who broke the kiss to taste their way along Villain's jaw and down the side of their neck.

Finally, mercifully, Villain grabbed the back of Sidekick's neck. A sound not unlike a growl rolled out of Villain's throat as Sidekick pulled them close and sucked their skin.

"You have no idea what that feels like," Villain all but whimpered. Sidekick's breath stuttered with the jolt of pleasure those words gave them.

"Then show me," Sidekick gasped, tilting their chin up in offering. The jolt of a thrill down their spine when Villain's breath cooled their throat was pure lightening. Sidekick shivered and melted back into the couch at the feeling of a cool, slick tongue sliding up their throat.

"Be prepared to stop me," Villain whispered, breathless. Sidekick could feel every sound on their wet skin, and it made breathing normally impossible. "I think I might get too enthusiastic about you."