Original poster for Le frisson des vampires (The Shiver of the Vampires) (1971)

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Original poster for Le frisson des vampires (The Shiver of the Vampires) (1971)

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Duke: Concept: reverse vampires.
Duke: They survive by eating garlic and drinking holy water. The sun is healing to them. If you stake them through the heart, they become immortal. But most importantly...
Duke: Every single human on Earth is trying to hunt them down and drink their blood.
Jason: Italians.
Duke: W-what timeline are you from?
Parental yandere vampire!!
TW: Implied neglect, implied abuse, yandere, parental yandere, forced age regression, death of family (not main characters), light violence, kidnapping
If there's any more trigger warnings I should add, let me know!
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The cold gnawed at your bones, breath visible in front of you as you made your way through the thick snowfall. The chill bit into your skin, but you pressed on.
"Monster!" "Witch!" "Cursed!"
Their words echoed in your mind. The entire village thought you were some kind of monster, all because you were different from your peers. You were used to the kind of horrible treatment you received at their hands, and had long since learned not to fight it; no matter what you said, they never listened.
It got lonely never having friends, though. Even the people who weren't scared of you were ridiculed for being seen with you, sometimes even being called a witch just because they associated with you.
Your own family became embarrassed and ashamed by your reputation, to the point where they would go days ignoring your existence.
Sure, you had thought of running away before, but given you had nowhere to go, that'd just be a dumb idea.
Only when you overheard the church speaking of burning you at the stake did you realize just how little you actually had to live for there.
Either way, it seemed like your chances of death were high, so either way, fuck it, right?
You could barely feel your feet beneath you, wading through the snow.
How long have you been walking now? Hours? Days?
It feels like years. You felt tears burn at the edges of your eyes as you tripped over a root, collapsing into the soft cushioning of the snow.
A snarling noise behind you causes you to get back up and run, stumbling blindly and weakly through the snow.
You could barely tell what was going on behind you, but all you knew was that a vicious growl from some sort of animal was definitely not something you should just stand around for.
In the distance, you see a structure, probably the first one you've seen in days.
With some sudden rush of adrenaline, you sprint towards it, almost rolling down the hill leading up to the old building.
The steel gate in front of it makes you curse in frustration, looking up to assess how likely it is you can climb it. Your hands curl into fists around the bars, shaking violently as you pull. Not a chance.
"Help!" you scream, hoping whoever is inside can hear you. "Please!"
When there's no response, you turn back, seeing glowing yellow eyes approaching you. Fear courses through your veins, paralyzing you as you look on in horror. The shadowy beast prowls closer, standing tall on its four paws and staring you down hungrily.
Just as it stalks forward, ready to jump, it pauses. You squeeze your eyes shut and prepare for the inevitable. When the sharp fangs never come sinking into your flesh, you hesitantly crack an eye open. The beast whines and scampers off.
Only when the sound of its footsteps disappear completely does a breathy laugh escape your lips. What a weird twist of fate.
"My goodness! Are you okay?!"
You whip around to see a tall figure with piercing green eyes and long dark brown hair. He's wearing some kind of old-fashioned clothing that looks like it hasn't been touched in centuries.
Before you can say anything, you promptly pass out from exhaustion.
hey could a vampire siffrin bite isabeau i wanna see how good his pain tolerance is?
Day 118: Nom
š¦Rude Awakeningš¦
Little 8 page comic I made back when Kas Theory was plaguing every corner of the internet/ST fansā minds and the bat Eddies were just too good to resist drawing my own. Rest of the pages below the cut
**Tw: blood/vampirism (via bat lol), brief violence, little creatures being in places they shouldnāt be i.e. your hair**

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vampirism- yuta wc: 1.2k tags/cw: vampires, blood, vomiting blood, sickness, idk
a/n: okay so this is an OLD yoongi fic from back in the day repurposed cause i can't write fic about real people and i miss just beign silly and writing silly things anyway enjoy the brain rot
Yutaās fever continues to climb into the high thirties. The thermometer under his tongue beeping with alarm as it registered a dangerously high of thirty-nine point eight.Ā
In the beginning, he had blamed it on sun exposure. Claiming he had spent too long in the heat without the comfort of shade, but you know that's a bullshit lie, Yuta rarely leaves the comfort of his bedroom, let alone the safety of the apartment. He is sick, but vampires donāt get sick, so what in the ever-loving fuck is happening?Ā
You are familiar with his symptoms: fever, cough, nausea, chills and aches. All signs of the flu in humans. All are treatable with some medicine and maybe a trip to the doctor if necessary, but where are you to take him for some mystery vampire sickness that you had no idea existed until two days ago.Ā
āIt has to be an infection. I canāt think of anything else.ā You pace the length of the small bedroom, gnawing at your fingernails as you rack your brain, sorting through endless useless snippets of information you had stored away.Ā āHow can you even catch a cold? Arenāt you meant to be dead?"Ā
Your words trail off into a whisper as you reach for your phone on the edge of the bed, swiping the screen open to more vampire lore.Ā
"My love, can you please calm down? I can hear your heartbeat from here, and itās not doing anything to help,ā a croaky voice calls from the pile of blankets at the head of the bed.Ā Ā
Yutaās gaunt face peers at you from within his cocoon. Deep bruises fill the hallows under his eyes, cheeks tinted pink with fever as he blearily blinks at you.Ā
āLove, I need you to calm down before you have a heart attack.ā Yuta tries once more to get your attention away from the phone and onto calming your racing heart.Ā
But you pay him no mind, too engrossed in the phone in your hand. Surely there had to be something out there on the web. Hidden in a deep subreddit.
A guide on how to deal with your sick vampire partner, preferably one that doesnāt involve the death of one of the parties. You could just Google it. With Satoru out of the country, secluded in a mountain range and out of cell range, you donāt really have an option.
Yuta huffs a cough, wet and haggard as he begins to gag. You are behind him in an instant, bucket held up to his chin as he wretches, the contents of his stomach spilling into the plastic-lined container. Blood spatters the once pale pink plastic and drips down his chin, plinking bright red blooms on your sheets as he continues to gag and wretch, your hand on his back rubbing circles.Ā
āIām s-soā¦.sorr-ā Yuta blubbers, wiping at his chin with the back of his hand, slumping forward as his body shivers with the aftermath.Ā You are reaching for the water bottle at the bedside as you coo at him.
āYuta, please.ā You splash the water into your hand, wiping the cold liquid over clammy skin. āYou have nothing to be sorry for, just relax. Please.āĀ
In fluid movements so as not to disturb him, you pull the bucket from his grasp, replacing it with his special water bottle filled with A positive.
Yutaās eyes flutter closed as you brush his hair from his forehead.
āYouāre too good to me.ā he murmurs, eyes slipping closed as he leans into the pillows at his back. āI love you.āĀ
The words spill from his lips before he can form impulse control.Ā
Your heart begins to race, body heating with the sudden declaration.
āI know itās not the best time to tell you, butā¦ā he brings a weak hand up to slide into yours. āI do love you so much.āĀ
You squeeze his fingers in yours.Ā
āI love you too.āĀ
Yuta brings your entwined hands to his mouth, blood still streaking his skin, and presses a kiss to the back of your palm.Ā
āMore than youāll ever know.āĀ
He often says stuff like that. Deep romantic, wistful declarations of his feelings for you, but it feels different now. Whether itās the situation at hand or the yearning look in his tired eyes, or maybe it was just that point in your relationship, but you don't doubt his words. Donāt doubt the sentiment behind them.Ā
The screen of your phone flashes from the floor where you had thrown it in a panic. Satoruās caller ID photo fills the screen. Finally! You try to grab it, but Yuta holds you still.Ā
āLeave it.āĀ
āBut he might know how to help you, I just-ā
āPlease, angel.ā Yuta sighs, pulling your arm closer to keep you in bed. āLeave it for now and just lie with me, please.ā
āYuu-ā you try to protest, needing to get to the bottom of the mystery illness, but Yutaās firm grasp on her hand and soul has you tethered to him.
āJust ten minutes. Let me hold you, and then you can talk to Gojo as much as you want,ā he bargains, eyes wide in pleading.Ā
You concede. āTen minutes.ā
The phone continues to vibrate on the floor.Ā
āIām going to figure out what's wrong, Yuta. I promise.āĀ ā
Yuta knows whatās wrong with him. In his two hundred years, he had never been stricken with an ailment like this, but he knew what was causing it. At first, he blamed it on the chicken from the new restaurant that had opened, then it was the garlic he had accidentally touched while cooking dinner last night, and finally, it was the sun. A ridiculous excuse because you know he never leaves the house in the daytime, but he had to tell you something. Give you some sort of reason why he looked more dead than alive, but Yuta knows what is happening, what is wrong. That he is becoming human again.
The witch had warned him. Set out the rules and repercussions of the choice he had made two centuries ago. The choice between immortality and his heart.Ā A life full of power and revenge in exchange for the reason mortals live. For love. At the time, Yuta was sure which path he would take, which he wanted more. He knew who he was and who he wanted to be, and love was not in his plans. There was no room for love and kindness in the heart of a boy who had been shown anything but. How could he feel something he had never been given, but Yuta knew what revenge and anger felt like. For years, he cultivated it, grew his pain like flowers in a garden only he knew. Had let them grow and bloom until he was no more, just a walking brush of malice and spite. Yuta knew what he wanted then, a hundred years ago, hell, he knew what he wanted three years ago, but now, he is not so sure. Here he lay, in the arms of a woman who loves him despite the monster he chose to be with the heart of the man he hides away. Despite all the thorns he had grown, you had seen the bud of something kind in his centre, and nourished it, loved it, loved him until he grew. Here he was with you. Here, he wanted love. He wanted life. And he is getting it.
Edit: knowing me i probably wouldn't be finishing this au any time soon but especially not with what's happened. I do not support Avid nor Marm.
Vampires smp idea where avid eventually joins the coven (scott asking him to) but scott only asked him to join as a distraction for the rest of the coven [avid spying on the town for the coven]
(apo being conflicted as to if she should reveal him to the town which would probably reveal what she's doing to the coven
Shelby feeling guilty but not having a chance to talk to avid because he's either spying or majorly beefing with Pyro
Pyro- beefing with avid about scott)
while the kiddos are distracted, scott and owen go scorched earth on oakhurst
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Tw:blood, gore, vampirism
something that me and @absynthe-mind were plotting about
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