#vampyras

[midnight-blue-goth]

➜ Day 14 | Original list by @hinallie | [discord] - "How about how Duncan knew like a billion trivial facts about Gwen?? - Like he's the 'tough guy' he shouldn't care about that stuff especially for someone who's just a friend BUT HE DOES HE REMEMBERS THE DUMB STUFF" -

[radioactivetoad]

2007 Diecast Cars Toy PRINT AD ART Hot Wheels VAMPYRA Speed Demons Series

[amarnths]

" THE EYES ARE THE WINDOWS TO THE SOUL. " / " WHAT IF I DON'T HAVE ONE ? "

[ask-thsc-blog]

Is me, in a new outfit

[cybererotic]

do you guys like my new blog theme i worked really hard on it

[taevayu]

can you do usernames for the names ray, icarus, or vampyra?

── ◜✧◞  icarus / vampyra! ﹕ᶻz

ray

ambicarus / waxicarus / icrsgravity / icarusedd

2vvmpyras / nottevmpyra / vampyramid / midivampyra

im so tired ugh

[robmiguel2607]

Reinas góticas del cine clásico y la Televisión #LilyMunster #MorticiaAddams #Vampyra #ElviraMistressOfTheDark https://www.instagram.com/p/CgLYC8HtOVl/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[alscalaviccis]

ship tags

masterpost

[carnificaprince]

Name Suggestions 〜 Vampires ✦

꒰ NAMES ꒱ 〜 Adelaide , Akasha , Akeldama , Alaric , Alcide , Allure , Alluria , Allurine , Ammar , Amaraso , Ambrose , Ambrosia , Amelie , Anatasia , Apparitor , Apparor , Apparitir , Apparitionor , Arius , Armand , Asphodel , Astaroth , Asylum , Augustine , Baital , Ballad , Ballade , Banpiroa , Baobhan , Barnabas , Batre , Bella , Belladonna , Belle , Bianca , Blackwell , Blade , Bloodrop , Blooddrop , Callidora , Carrie , Carrion , Cariste , Carmilla , Cassius , Castor , Celeste , Celia , Claudia , Cion , Cionne , Clareth , Coven , Count , Countte , Countess , Cravensworth , Cruor , Dame , Dames , Darion , Delemore , Dominik , Dorian , Drucilla , Drusilla , Eestelte , Eerie , Eeriely , Elisabeta , Elmir , Esduette , Esme , Essie , Ensanguine , Eztli , Fang , Fangge , Faust , Faustus , Felix , Gesyt , Himo , Ichabod , Immortelle , Jezebel , Kieran , Lac , Lacce , Laccere , Laszlo , Lazarus , Lilith , Liz , Lizette , Louis , Luci , Lucie , Lucielle , Luciel , Luciette , Lucius , Lucy , Luther , Magnus , Marceline , Marcy , Mary , Maryse , Melchior , Mercy , Merlot , Morticia , Mortician , Nadja , Necro , Nerezza , Noctis , Orpheus , Paranoir , Pisaca , Pointe , Remilia , Remus , Reyes , Rook , Rosalind , Rosaline , Salvatore , Sanglure , Sangre , Sangue , Savamp , Selene , Silas , Sire , Sith , Sithette , Spectt , Spect , Specttrila , Spectre , Spectrille , Spellyne , Suco , Syth , Sythette , Tempest , Valenetta , Valentine , Vamine , Vamistte , Vamp , Vampe , Vampiir , Vampid , Vampier , Vampinne , Vampiress , Vampiresse , Vampirine , Vampmir , Vampyra , Vampyre , Vampyyri , Vasanguine , Vesper , Veurinne , Victor , Victoria , Victorine , Vikramaditya , Viktoria , Vileiur , Vilette , Vladmir , Vlaude , Von , Vylad , Vympyre

[thyrell]

i love tf2 fandom ocs because half of them are like "this is my tf2 oc Vampyra Nysmatrix of the Dark Night she's the lost tenth class and she has bat wings and blood red eyes and her melee is a battleaxe that she got from god and dracula" and the other half are like "this is my tf2 oc Green Scout"

[candikin]

I'm exposing Pop as I'm now confident they have groomed me... Pop is Dawn Vampyra. I have been groomed by Dawn Vampyra (or here, ask-thsc-blog) for a little over a year

If you are a minor, stop interacting with Dawn, they went into heavily inappropriate conversations with me when they are 21, and I'm 13. If you want to know more of the details or ask me a question, go to @asecretc. I hate when people do this usually but I feel like it's needed, please reblog this to let people know

Dawn Vampyra Is A Groomer

[romangoldendreams]

my only truth,that´s what nobody can see.

It's not a diary, it's…I don't know what to call it. In my profession, any note is nothing more than that, a reminder that you have to do something.

All those idiots out there who think they know my misery have no idea.

Yes, I will never walk with one arm tied behind my back. But they don't understand anything at all. They think they know me, and they take thousands of photos of me a day, but the more images of me they have, the more they lose their sense of reality.

Because reality wouldn't sell, because the bitter truth is that whoever they call my true love is not.

Because love is no more real than we would like to believe.

They just wonder if I sleep with men, or with women, that's the only thing they think about. At least they don't hide it…I hear them, and I don't answer them. why do it?

It doesn't make sense, because whatever I say will be what they believe.

They ask me about her , Pier… they call her the love of my life, I'm bitter without her.

According to them, my last name is not Dean but Montesco, and she is Anna Maria Pierangeli, but Pierangeli Capulet.

She only gives them the head for that… and nothing will change this fact, even if I die tomorrow.

Isa tells me to shut up, to let it happen. But damn! Even when?

I am nothing they say, I am just myself living my life.

I'm so drowning in pain because Pier abandoned me that I can't even breathe, I have Marlon Brando waiting for me in my bed every night, I watch the Vampyra show, that crazy girl whose name I don't even remember or when I met her… I even that I met Miss. Monroe, the most beautiful woman in America…they make up so many things that I don't even have time to laugh or cry.

When they send me those shitty magazines I just burn them.

Yes, with my cigarette, by myself, in my underwear.

I'm sorry, Marlon. Tonight it happened, you won´t be my lover anymore, gosh, this cup of milk is shit. again, i will come back.

My true love…that's what all teenage girls want to know.

Well, love is nothing more than friendship. It's being at home, it's feeling like someone is listening to you, without stopping to see if they have a vagina or penis.

I know lust, I know sex.

But that tickling that has entered me from my back to my heart, and that made me spend all day with my friend, and on occasions, embarrassing more than regrettable, sticking my body to hers so that it was more than a simple friendship …what is that? I only know that I felt it, and that I was happy with what she gave me.

They say I met true love with a girl who ran off with someone else. And that my heart cried tears of blood, that I was there on her wedding day with my motorcycle.

I have been?

Oh shit. Maybe yes.

But I only know that I suffered with her. My true love broke my heart they say, but more than anything my dignity, but not with my friend.

With my friend I was happy every moment of my life. Because for hours at work, and even outside of it, she was there for me. She never got tired of waiting for me.

She was more than just a friend, she was a mother…maybe she was a lover. I close my eyes and I can imagine it.

I only know that I look into her eyes and I drown, I drown… I have no desire to touch even a hair on her head, and I am already his.

My friend, shit. I love you because you love me, and not even I can write here what I feel about our friendship.

Only without her i would have been dead a long time ago.

Damn I'm not good with words, I never have been.

But you fill me with joy. It is the plenitude that you have given me. I don't care if it's love or friendship. I know what I need, and what you give me.

Jimmy….tells me oh, how she does it!

Jimmy boy tells me when we are… well when she has me naked next to her.

Everyone talks about me. But for once I do it.

When we left each other's cigarettes after filming today, I knew we were going to do it. The ballet.

That we would commit the madness of our exercises.

I've only seen her naked once. But I didn't need more.

Because I haven't had a happy moment with my friend, they all are, that's why I know they are golden. That all of the above is nothing more than a shadow or something like that. I don't know how to say it to make it elegant. I'm not a writer.

She gave me her words, her conversation, she listened to my confessions, she gave me all her support knowing that I am what I am. Just a miserable wretch who does what he really wants. A great painter, a frustated pianist.

Yes, I have a lot of money, I told her

"Oh Jimmy boy and I have more than you," she told me, "you're a bastard when you talk about money, but i love when you speak about your matador skills."

Together we laughed, all our conversations sounds like that. My friend lets me go back to childhood. She takes care of me and gives me ideas, she plays with me.

​she invites me to all the places where she´s with her husband and kids. she does not care if i bother them, and i don´t care at all neither, because i´m not there for her family, but for her.

If only they wanted to know everything about me…they would only have to see me with my friend.

And they look at us, over and over again but they don't realize anything.

Shit, being an actor is like stopping being you.

They know everything about your character in the movie and your supposed self, but not about yourself in truth.

My friend warned me. And I believed her.

I'm not talking about Brando anymore. I no longer compare myself to another.

"You're magnificent Jimmy," my friend tells me, "if you believed me, you wouldn't worry, it would just be you."

We talked about everything, the other day we talked about the universe.

I brought a telescope to the set and at night we saw the stars. Everything is so desert…and we gave them names, insults and demons.

We dedicate them to those scavengers who call me Romeo.

Blind, blind, blind.

My friend and I synchronized.

I wait for her in her sleep, and when I sleep, she waits for me.

I never had this with anyone. Not even with my parents. Only when my mother let me sleep in the tent, but she only looked out to see me in the garden, I, afraid, ran to the house.

My mother laughed, but not like my friend.

My friend tells me that I am everything to my father too, I believe her, because when I hear her voice I can't escape it, I can only say yes.

Before meeting her I didn't know what friendship really was, nor what true love meant.

Let those stupid people say, let them write.

Love is nothing more than being at home, with your only family, and your home can be where that person who has proven to give you everything you need is.

Mine was the set of "Giant" with our creepy director. Damned.

But I respect him because she asked me to.

I apologized, I would do anything for her.

My only consolation, I don't believe in God, but I would pray for her to always be there for me. And I know she will be.

That if something separated us we would see each other again. Because I was born to be her friend, I was born so that she loves me in the way she prefers, in the way she can…

Nothing can make me give my friendship again to another woman as I did with her, or to any man. Not even my love wrapped in that friendship, damn it, love is nothing more than a sick man wrapped in the blankets of her bed.

In the friendship.

i knew about human feeling with her. and when i say all, i mean ALL. NOT ONE left without be touched for us.

She´s inside me, she´s me. Damn, even i keep her things now, a lipstick, her cigarettes,and more, she will kill me.

Your company, your company…I fear death. I was once banned from having racing cars and motorcycles for fear of losing their fucking million dollars, but if she knew herself… that I'm more afraid of dying for losing her friendship than for money or going to hell. .

I love you, my friend. But you know it. You know everything about me. Inside and out.

Even if i am the Romeo of a bitch with no personality.

Your Jimmy Boy (1955)

[amarnths]

HOLLOWED OUT ... STRUNG OUT.

[same-name-supremacy]

Genderswaps with pets! Because we love pets

Noelle has a golden labrador named Sunflower

Jody has a black cat named Pikachu

DJ has a pet rabbit named Bunny

Danika has a pet tarantula named Scruffy (the only man she respects)

Glenn has two iguanas named Angus and Vampyra

Trin has a pet calico cat named Avril

Heath has a persian cat named Bruiser

Lincoln has a pet chihuahua named Sweetheart

[lady-necropolis]

saw your requests are open for halloween stuff! if you cant do this no worries but i’ve been thinking about this nonstop :> could i request a fic about the reader doing their halloween makeup/facepaint, and they want to try doing mary’s and ends up pulling the “i want to do your makeup so i have to straddle you oh noooo 👀” card. whether it gets spicy is up to you, i’m just spitballing ahdgdh.

hope you’re having a good start to spooky season <33

Yes, Yes, yes. Absolutely, yes. Mhmm. So sorry this took as long as it did but at least in my timezone it's still spooky season????? 18+ after the cut!

“Well, someone’s looking rather delicious.” You grinned, leaning over the counter and applying the final touches of dark red lipstick to your pout as you felt a familiar arm snake its way around your waist. The warm weight of Mary’s body pressed into your back, green eyes dark, his signature leer reflecting back at you. You’d gone the classic route this year. Vampyra. And looking in the mirror, admiring the way your dress hugged all your curves, it was quite the access. And judging by the look Mary was giving you, he agreed.

“Looks good?” He hummed, sweeping your dark curls away from your face to nip at your neck.

“Hottest vampire I’ve ever seen. You’ll knock em’ dead babe.” You giggled, tilting your head to the side, granting him unhindered access to the column of your throat, letting him kiss and suck at your sensitive flesh. It’d only add to the costume, and besides, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love when Mary marked you up like this. There was however, one little thing you took issue with. Your gory boyfriend was completely bloodless. And while you cherished those rare moments when Mary wasn’t sticky and covered in red goo, tonight was not the night.

“You aren’t dressed yet,” you sighed, slipping out of his grip just enough for you to turn around and cup his face in your hands. Mary simply shrugged.

“We still have time.” You rolled your eyes.

“No we don’t. I’m already dressed and ready to go and I don’t want to be waiting around for you to get ready.” Your boyfriend groaned, rolling his eyes in reply. But his hands seemed less worried about his paintless state and more preoccupied with running over the dip in your waist and the swell of your backside. Looks like you would have to take matters into your own hands. “Alright Goore,” you sigh, yanking his hands off your curves. Mary lets out a grown in protest, his hands flexing in a gimme gimme motion, but his pouting doesn’t last long as you shove onto the bench of your vanity. “Time to get your paint on.” You grin down at him as he stares at you through heavy-lidded eyes.

“You gonna paint me baby?”

“That’s the plan…” you sing-song under your breath, rifling through your makeup bag for your black eyeshadow and pencil. “Aha!” you snatch up your tools and walk in front of Mary. “Okay, hold still.” He huffs, shooting you a suspicious gaze.

“Don’t poke my eye out.”

“Won’t be a problem if you sit quiet.” Mary’s eyes darken as he looks up at you, his gaze flickering not so subtly from your own to your cleavage.

“Yes ma’am,” he growls, and his hands can’t stop roaming over your body. Mary likes you as a vampire, noted. It checks out, and you’d be more indulgent if you weren’t trying to focus. The only problem was that you were quite short. So your vanity was short. To accommodate your shortness and all, which meant that you had to crouch awkwardly low to get a good angle. And great, your back was already aching. You huffed in frustration.

“Everything alright babe?” Mary asked, shooting a glance in the mirror to check your work so far, eyebrows raising in approval.

“Yeah,” you sighed. “It’s just the bending sucks.” He frowns.

“C’mere then.” And Mary pulls you down into his lap.

“Mary!” You start to protest as he hikes the hem of your dress up, pushing your legs to either side of him until you’re straddling his hips.

“What!? It’ll be easier for you to get it on like this.”

“Fine,” you grumble, and gripping his chin between your thumb and pointer finger, you tilt his head back to look at you. “But no funny business.”

“As you wish,” he sighs dramatically.

“I mean it Mary!”

“So do I.” He levels you with a piercing stare. “As. You. Wish.” You roll your eyes. You wouldn’t let him have it that easily.

“look up for me?” You ask, pointing up and leaning forward to reach for the kohl pencil on the desk. “I’m gonna do your waterline.”

“As you wish.” He’s fucking with you now, knows he has you already up against the ropes. Mary’s large hands come up to your hips to steady you. The bench isn’t built for two and you can feel yourself slipping. Your grip onto his shoulder for balance as you let him guide you back down to his lap, and his eyes drag over you with barely concealed lust, and as you settle back down you feel his growing bulge press into you. And maybe you wiggle your hips a little more than you have to to get comfortable, revelling in the hitch of his breath and the feeling of his fingers digging into you a little harshly as your movements send pleasurable jolts through his cock, and in turn, through your core. You furrow your brows, trying to focus on lining his eyes, but it seems you started something you couldn’t help but want to finish.

You’re fully grinding against him now, soft breathy moans escaping your ox blood lips as Mary pants and hisses beneath you, trying desperately to keep still as you smear some of his signature blood along his hairline, dribble it at the corners of his mouth, your fingers coming to trace over his full lips. And though you love him clean and fresh-faced, this is the Mary you know and love. The Mary that sets a fire in your gut that only he can quench, and craving more of him you crane his face up to reach yours, pulling him into a sloppy and heated kiss. Mary bites at your lower lip, pulling it softly between his teeth. When you part you find his lips and chin are smeared in the lovely shade of red of your lips and it’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.

“Thought you said no funny business,” he laughs darkly, tongue darting out over his lower lip.

“Changed my mind,” you whisper, pressing your forehead to his. “Want you, Mary.” And he gives you a devilish smirk, his hands digging into your waist, pushing you down against his straining cock.

“Good,” he snarled. “Cause I’ve been dying to fuck you since you put that dress on.” Your moan dies into a strangled whine as Mary stands up, spins you around, and throws you onto the vanity, your makeup bag clattering to the floor. His lips are white hot on your skin, teeth sinking into your supple flesh, all down your neck, your chest.

“Mary, fuck” you keen, arching your back into his ministrations.

“Gonna mark you up so good baby,” he hisses, dragging his tongue up your neck to seal your lips in a bruising kiss. “Let everyone know you’re mine.” He bites down on your lower lip and your tongue alights with the metallic taste of your own blood and you moan desperately, clawing under his shirt to feel his bare skin under your palms.

“All yours, Mary,” you mewl, nails scraping up his chest. He spins you around and slams you hard into the vanity, and your hands scrabble to find purchase and keep you from crashing forward. Mary hikes your dress up and you hear a tear, shivering as the heat of core is met with the chillof the air. He shoves you forward and you brace yourself on your elbows, hear him unzip his pants. He wouldn’t be gentle, and affirming your suspicions, Mary’s nails dig into your hips, pulling you harshly against him, impaling you on his cock with one solid thrust that punches all of the air out of your lungs, and all you can do is hold on. The wood of the vanity digging under your nailbeds.

He sets a brutal pace, his hips unfaltering, the sound of his snarls and your mewling, flesh slapping wet flesh piercing the quiet of your flat. His cock slams into your sweet spot and you cry out.

“Mary!” It only spurs him on, angling himself so every thrust rams into the bundle of nerves inside you, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Fuck!” He snarls. “Look at you. You look so fucking good for me.” A large, rough hand, wraps around your throat, yanking you flush against his front, and Mary grips you there, the new angle making you see stars, your eyes roll to the back of your head as Mary sinks his teeth into the crook of your neck. His fingers clasp your chin in a bruising grip, holding your head in place, the wet heat of his breath against the shell of your ear, as he hisses at you. “Open your eyes baby. Want you to see me fucking you.” You force your eyes open, and you’re met with a mess. Your lipstick is smeared down your chin, streaking across your jaw where Mary had rubbed his face. Mascara smudged and leaking at the corners of your eyes, lovely red bite marks blooming across your chest and neck. There would be no mistaking who you belonged to tonight. You’d smell of him. His sticky blood would stain your skin. Mary’s thrust are growing erratic and he dips a shaky hand to your centre and grinds his palm into your clit. You whimper against him, your back arching, his cock slamming into your sweet spot over and over. His breath his hitching, coming out in whining puffs and you’re so marked up and all he has to show for your union are a few lipstick smears. And it just won’t do. Your hand flies to the back of his head, tangling through his messy locks and tugging at his roots as you crane your neck back and sink your teeth into his pale neck.

“Fffffuck baby,” he whimpers, his hips stuttering, cock kicking and filling you with his cum. You don’t let go until you taste blood, that euphoric prickle of iron against your taste buds sends you over the edge, and with his name on your lips you can clench around him.

“Mary, Maaaary.”

“So fucking good for me, baby. So fucking good.” Mary’s a panting mess as he collapses against you, pushing you back down into the vanity. His hands roam down your hips, up your waists, kneading your breasts as his cock stills inside you, and pulls out, You whine at the loss of his girth stretching you out and Mary laughs breathlessly.

“I’m that fucking good huh?” You sigh in response, nodding your head weakly. You’re completely boneless, so Mary does the work of adjusting your dress, smoothing the fabric over your curves and pulling you up to standing, letting you lean heavily against him as he smooths down your flyaways and wipes away your smudged mascara. His cum leaks down your legs and you cringe slightly at the sensation, but for now, wrapped in his arms, the discomfort is far from your mind. “Why don’t we skip the party hmm? I think we can find a better way to make use of this dress than a costume party.” You’re nodding before you can even register his words, and he pulls you in for a gentle kiss. You sigh against his lips.

“As you wish.”

[wydownaspiider]

All my Monster High scenes from Artfight this year ✨ I know it's September but I wanted to see them all together~

(all characters listed from left to right) Vampire Hotties: Valerie Uncanny belongs to @hairscare, Ector belongs to iiriis, Gigi belongs to koalabatty, Nora Feratu belongs to @corvidaedraws, Vampyra belongs to Jenzi Gardening Club: Leora Night belongs to @maydaymainia, Eeriana Crawler belongs to wheatbat, Pipa belongs to @kremechihihi Lost in the Cemetery: Sealena Summersong belongs to LanceyLance17, Elsie Effigy belongs to vroomgoon, Blaze belongs to @blazescissir The Maul: Fresna Nightcrawlie belongs to @cosmosees, Nebby belongs to moonbvg, Dixie Faye belongs to @trashcasket, Bastet Tavali belongs to @cinnamonbackrolls Library: Andy Droid belongs to @eldritchandroid, KIANA belongs to @thesquirrelqueer, Theolin belongs to @okunie

~Commissions Post~