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Day 31: HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Group doodle for you guys!

This was so fun to do! Enjoyed making little doodles for you guys this month of my favorite sillies!

I will be taking a short break to work on other stuff, but I will be opening my asks soon, so look for that post!

Got a project you've been putting off? Got a fic you said you'd work on but its been seven months, or maybe you posted it as incomplete and now its been three years... Maybe it's art that's collecting dust somewhere?

Either way, its high time you work on it!

October is always a busy time for fandom events and now that it's coming to a close it's time to check on the ghosts that used to be our WIPs. So let's take a month off to catch back up, maybe whittle down the ever-growing pile, and prepare for the onslaught of Mariah Carey!

There's only one rule: work on your WIPs.

And if you like having a guide or something to mark off, then here's a bingo board to use to your heart's content!

Day 31 - halloween

SO SORRY I WAS LATE TO THIS ONE I promise im not a quitter-

closing out the daily prompts with this final one. thank you so so much for all the support during this!! This was honestly very enjoyable for me and helped my art style grow a little bit. I love this fandom and game dearly and hope to create more stuff 💜

vamp!sylus - layers of devotion

(Halloween 2025 special!)

a/n: this is my general AU start for a vampire sylus x human MC. It still somewhat follows the lore that the two have met long before the current time/verse, and are just now getting the chance to reconnect properly. If you want, this could possibly tie into my first vamp!sylus 18+ fic, which I'll leave right here. Luke and Kieran are also vampires in this AU, though much younger than Sylus and more or less, still typical Crow Twins.

tags and sillies: vampires, vampire!au, sylus with his love bites, blood, fluff, wrist biting, crow twins still can't give him a break, gentle sylus, yearning sylus, mild lore connections, yapping, somewhat slice of life?, possible grammar issues, HAPPY 'WEEN

devotion. noun | love, loyalty, or enthusiasm for a person, activity, or cause.

to him, that person was you.

the taste of your crimson is what he spent several centuries trying to find again. you never saw the man in the daylight; only when the moon peers through forest trees and the crows caw to the wind. you catch glimpse of a certain crow perched within a tree, peering red beady eyes into you. watching. waiting patiently. the shine of metal reflects across its wings.

it didn't matter how long it took.

the forest rustles with the heavy winds, rain beginning to sprinkle onto you. as if on cue, before the rain could get any heavier, the shade of an umbrella covers your head.

the man you greet behind you is tall, towering over you as if he could block the rain with his body alone. Thin glasses resting on the bridge of his nose, silver white hair down to his shoulders.

"we shouldn't delay, sweetie. wouldn't want you to get sick, now would we?"

his voice is smooth, calm, somehow intoxicating. you feel as if you've met the man before. maybe in another life, a different universe. You're at ease, not scared somehow.

"have we met?" You ask curiously as you walk with the man to the conveniently large castle not too far away. he only chuckles.

"depends on what you want to consider a meeting."

it pains you that you can't remember where you've met this man before.

that was all a part of his plan, however.

he'd been watching over you, lurking in the shadows, a presence so close but so far. he'd told you he'd find you in every lifetime, and he did.

he told you his name was sylus. odd. the name slips easily off your tongue as if you've said it a thousand times before, whether whispered or screamed.

the time you learned he was a vampire was tender. he didn't rush you. let you pull away if you wanted. his large hand brushes softly over yours before grabbing your wrist, thumb idly swiping at your pulse point.

it started with gentle kisses, a reminder of the time you two have already spent together. you found yourself falling for him, someone who you felt oddly connected to. one meeting turned into two, two into nearly every other day.

you noticed his canines past his lips as he pressed delicate kisses to that pulse point on your wrist. "sylus...?"

his deep carmine eyes glance up, a small tilt of his head silently speaking, "what is it, my love."

"your...teeth." you point out, somehow not scared. curious. he hadn't shown any signs of being a vampire around you. except for the fact that you never saw him in daylight and that he never really was hungry during small dinner dates.

"do you dislike them?" sylus asks, moving his kisses up to your palm, before nuzzling slightly into the warmth of your skin. it now dawns on you how cold he is.

"no." You say, gently dragging your thumb across his cheek. "...you never told me." your thumb goes to slightly lift his top lip, your gaze staring at the sharpness of his canine.

"it was something you had to discover yourself, kitten."

patience is his virtue, and you'd never know it.

"...are you hungry?" You tilt your head, tracing his bottom lip. "...you can..." you attempted to give him permission, but your breath catches before you can finish. sylus has already moved his lips back down to your wrist.

"are you scared?" He stares, reading you just a bit. how your heartbeat quickened. from a mix of adrenaline and natural fear. he can hear the blood rushing through your body, and it takes every bit of him to hold back.

"I'm not." You nod a little. "....you can...feed from me."

sylus chuckles. "it won't hurt if you're not scared of it."

"I'm not! I promise."

he's giving you the chance to change your mind. pull away and deny him. though his grip on your wrist doesn't slack. like he knows you won't deny him.

he places a soft kiss onto your inner wrist, slow, tender. it then felt as if two needles had pricked your skin. you gasp and watch him, his gaze flicking quietly up to you.

you would have never thought you'd end up like this. at the hands of a vampire, an attractive one, at that. you only heard stories of the creatures. violent, thirsty bloodsuckers with a hatred for humans and mortals.

but sylus was the complete opposite of that. at least you hoped it would stay that way.

it feels weird, his mouth sucking gently from your wrist. it doesn't hurt. it's just odd. a small tingle in your wrist as it's drained.

sylus doesn't feed for long. he has to physically pull himself back so he doesn't stay there latched to you. you can see the look in his eyes, the way his right eye shines, glows bright with a desire you feel as if you've once known.

your hand comes up to graze over his eye, and he chuckles.

"You're sweet, kitten." He purrs, gently bringing your wrist back to his mouth to lick at the two bite marks left, almost exactly like a cat. you squint in confusion unsure of what he's doing now.

but then the two wounds are closed, not bleeding anymore.

"how...did you do that?"

"our saliva is the solution to ease bite wounds closed. if I hadn't, those little wounds wouldn't heal, dear."

its when he's explaining that you notice the remnants of your blood slightly lingering on his chin. you thumb away at it, swiping at the corner of his lip and smudging the blood till it fades. "you made a mess."

"well, when you taste so sweet, I can't help myself. forgive me." there's a gentle gleam in his eyes now that he's fed from you. docile, satiated for the most part. happy. sitting with him like this, for a moment, reminds you of a time long lost to history. it pains you deep in your chest that you're at the brink of remembering what once was. you want to ask, ask sylus why you feel so connected to him, but as if sensing your sudden distress, the vampire slowly leans in to occupy your lips with a gentle kiss, his hand curling around your waist. the kiss distracts you, and you're focused back on the present once more.

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"Boss lady!" A chirpy voice greets you as you walk into the mansion. One of the crow-masked twins, Luke, sprints up to you excitedly from one side. "You're back."

"Boss man says he really missed you today." Kieran, who quietly crept up to your other side whispers in your ear. "He's been grumpy all day. He wouldn't even talk to us."

"You're the only one that can calm him down, you know. I don't wanna be at the hands of Boss when he's upset!"

"You've got him to the point where he can't even drink outta blood bags anymore! He says they taste bitter!"

The twins talk simultaneously, and at some point, their voices mingle into one. You know Sylus by now, with the year you've spent with him and the twins that yeah... he isn't particularly the greatest when grumpy. "I'll handle it."

But as if on cue, as if sensing your presence, Sylus emerges from upstairs, slippered feet trudging him down the stairs. He's wrapped in his robe, slightly disheveled like he'd just woken up from a nap. Silver locks unkempt, he rubs a little at his eyes as he hovers behind you.

"Sy," You can't help but smile at how he looks. Sleepy and languid, a far cry from how neat and composed he normally is. His arm quietly snakes around your wrist like a gentle claim. "What took you so long." He murmurs.

"I've always come home at this time, Sylus. Luke and Kieran told me you've been rather impatient today."

Sylus eyes the twins, who do nothing but chuckle. "Boss, ya told us not to lie to her when it comes to ya." Kieran explains, though Sylus doesn't want to hear it. He's sleepy and hungry, and all he wants is you.

"Cease," He addresses to the twins, while slowly tugging you with him. You glance back at the twins, trying to playfully apologize, but Sylus scoops you up with one arm, your arms going to wrap around his neck. He's walking you away with him.

Luke and Kieran glance at each other.

"You think he's mad at us?"

"He can't be mad at us! We offered him bloodbags since he hadn't fed... he can't be mad at us. Surely."

Sylus has carried you all the way to the master bedroom upstairs. The sheets are messy, which tells you he most definitely just crawled out of bed. "Sylus," You idly fix his hair as he sets you down. "What did I say about feeding while I'm gone?"

Sylus' eyes are lidded as he slumps on top of you, forcing you to lay on your back on the bed. He shutters. The way your heartbeat rings in his ears, the flow of your blood moves through your body. It's suddenly so loud as he rubs his face into your tummy.

"That blood has become bitter." He mumbles, raising his head as he wraps his arms around your middle to keep you close.

"No... you've just gotten so addicted to my blood that anything else tastes bitter."

He knows that's what the problem is. Any other blood is bitter and thick, unlike the sweet, smooth, liquor taste of yours. He chases for it every day, and it doesn't matter what happens. He will not drain your blood for bags. He wants it fresh, straight from tap. You will always be with him anyway. There's no need for him to reserve any.

"So what. I can't enjoy you, now?"

"I never said that. But I don't want you to starve all day when I'm gone just because you don't want to drink any other blood besides mine."

Sylus is quiet, an arm moving to grab your wrist. He stares quietly at it, seeing your veins slightly underneath your skin. The past bite wounds he's left there countless times now. He presses his lips against your skin. "Are you denying me my drink, sweetie?"

You shake your head and nudge your wrist closer to him. "Drink," You tut softly. "It's surprising you ever lived without me."

God, what you don't know. How he ached, how he found himself crying out your name to the wind on days when he couldn't hold you anymore. How he yearned day and night for you to return to him in his eternal life. The days you don't remember as you return to him again, it stings, more than he would like to admit.

He lowers his gaze and quietly sinks his teeth into your wrist, carefully drinking from you. Despite how hungry he is, he doesn't drain, just a simple feed. His mind is a rush and all he wants is to fall asleep with you next to him.

You tangle your fingers into his hair and massage his scalp. "It's alright." You mumble. "Whatever you're thinking about, Sy, its alright. I'm right here. I'll always be here."

ween approaches

I took the audacity I have collected to make a goth King Candy but it kind of turned out he preferred the vampire look... He would not take it off