#vampire verse.

yes i did turn a lot of Sanses into cookie!

This is Player cookie, aka Frisk made by Toby Fox

This is Golden Apple cookie, aka Dream made by Jokublog

This is Tye-Dye Paint cookie, aka Ink made by Comyet

This is Savory Knight cookie, aka Swap made by p0pcornpr1nce and officially owned by Undertale community

This is Blueberry Sugar Cookie, aka Blueberry by Undertale community

These two are Empire Yogurt cookie and Stargazer cookie, aka Empireverse swap made by Lunnar-Chan and Outer made by Mimi Pippinski

This is Flowered Frosted cookie, aka flower fell sans made by Siviosanei and is unfortunately a cancelled au :(

This is Sugary Guard cookie, aka SwapGold sans or Cloudberry made by Me and @camera-face!

This is Sharp Knight cookie, aka Vampireverse swap made by TheGreatRouge

This is Techno Knight cookie, aka Dreamswap Swap made by onebizarrekai

This is Almond Savor cookie, aka Swapswap sans made by Dunkly-UT and currently owned by OranSkullBlade

This is Crumbling Macaroon, aka Axe sans made by Bananafrappe

These are Red Syrup cookie and Black Batter cookie, aka Fellswap sans made by blackgggum and Swapfell sans made by Kkhoppang and adopted by Nishimori38

This is Sultry Cream cookie, aka Lust sans owned by Undertale Community

This is Abyssal Faerie cookie, aka Abyss sans made by Meta-Kaz

This is Cheeky Faerie cookie, aka quantumtale sans made by perfectshadow06

This is Iridescent Diamond cookie, aka Cross sans made by Jael Peñaloza

This is Violet Shell cookie, aka epic sans owned by Yugogeer012

This is Melted Faerie cookie, aka Geno sans made by TheCrayonQueen

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐒, 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 ? even as alicent stands in her kitchen, palms pressed against the island, looking across at rhaenyra does she wonder what they expected coming here. it's been three months since they broke up with her, since they told her their supposed feelings were just a show ... that she was some plaything & none of it was real. three months alicent has sat in her anger, in her sadness, in her own yearning that's not pressed itself flat, thin, almost nonexistent. ( that day replays in her mind often. over & over like a broken record ... the look on rhaenyras face, the desperation sitting in her own chest. alicent had decided she loved them yet, it was so easy for them to end all of it in the most hurtful way. no way, fuck rhaenyra. ) brown eyes hold no softness much like her blank, irritated expression.

@zaldarias SAID, " I MISS YOU ... MORE THAN WORDS CAN SAY. "

"am i?" when you speak, you feel the split in your lip. reflexively, you bring a hand to your mouth to catch the blood that follows, a slow drip caught in the space between the thumb and index finger of your right hand. you lick blood off your upper lip, tonguing the broken skin, and then you notice flint's stare. he’s good at hiding his tells. not that good.

or maybe it’s just the getting shot, nearly drowned, and deposed from captaincy that has weakened his resolve. you eye him curiously, thinking of the monstrous visage that had crouched over the body of mr. gates. you haven’t seen that face again since that day, but you think of it, often. how closely it must linger behind the human mask.

a destructive, vicious part of you wants to see just how close. to tempt the beast out.

you smile at him. it’s charming and it splits your lip as intended. your own blood is warm and sour on your tongue. what would it taste like to someone like him?

“certain members of the crew took issue with this morning’s address.” you tilt your head, trying not to act like you’re cataloguing his reactions. “they wanted to make sure i was aware of that.”

On a quest for revenge, to slay the men who killed her family, Oryan did the unthinkable; she sold her soul to the devil.

Trading her freedom for vampire abilities, Oryan made a deal with Angard, a centuries old vampire. The oldest one known to man. Enslaving herself to him, the vampire turned Oryan.

Blessed with new life, the young vampire sought revenge for her family. The scent of her parents and siblings still on the clothes of their murderers. Her revenge was bloody and lust filled. Oryan had not been prepared for how sweet their blood would taste.

When she returned to her master, Oryan was punished for her messy scene. But in truth, Angard was pleased at the blood lust she showed.

Over the course of centuries, Angard trained Oryan to be his personal killer. Anyone he disliked died at the woman’s hands. They went on like this for year and year until Oryan had enough. She wanted her freedom.

For decades she begged to be released but Angard refused. Knowing that he was older and wiser, Oryan trained until she was confident she could kill him.

the two of you are tucked away from the brilliant streetlights of an american city that had been in its infancy, if that, when you were born. it's still the nineties -- you think. the new millennium.

centuries ago, you'd have feared this closeness. feared it with him. not so ago, you'd buried him in an unmarked grave to cheat death. your death, madi's death. christ. you'd succeeded at one of those goals, but not in the way you'd intended.

he mouths at your bottom lip, nipping hard enough to break skin, spill the stolen blood that floods your veins between your mouths. YOU'LL RUIN ME, he says. haven't you already? haven't you both ruined each other beyond repair, lifetimes ago? like paint on a ruined canvas, or rot on a wound. there's no separating you now.

this time, you're the one sealing flint's gesture of devotion with an open mouthed kiss, taking his jaw in your hand to keep him tilted toward you. you hook the first two fingers of your other hand into the waist of his trousers, pulling him forward. he tastes of blood. he tastes familiar.

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐀 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍, 𝐀 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄, 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐘. 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐍 away from most of the people you knew or wanted to be close to. but, alicent had no choice in the matter. she left england & had been forced into middle of no where, tight knit america. mystic falls ... sounded like it was out of a supernatural romance novel waiting to happen & looked like it as well with the dense forest surrounding the town, how it felt at times miles away from any big city. quiet homes were anyone would be happy to raise a family because what could possibly go wrong in a place like this ? eyes are trained down as alicent tries to orientate herself to were her next class was--if it wasn't bad enough she knew no one here, imagine how she felt walking around looking confused. eyebrows furrow, lips downturned as some faint word is muttered under her breath at the moment of impact. her shoulder bumps into someone else, knocking the paper out of her hand along with the other persons notebook. ❛ oh ! ❜ head lifts then, brown eyes blown wide. ❛ forgive me, i- ... i'm so lost. & late. ❜ her accent would stick out like a sore thumb. ❛ i didn't hurt you too bad, did i ? ❜

𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄? 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐒? 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 ... the human is still visibly shaken with her widened eyes, shaky breath, & a heartbeat that must've sounded like it wanted to escape from the inside out. alicent wasn't equip to handle this, to process it, to make it seem like it was normal--you'd think she was, given who she had involved herself with & the fact that they were a vampire. undead, still a question to her, & just as capable of carnage or blood as whatever that was. so many questions roam around in her mind but she hasn't the words to ask ... first, alicent will need to calm down. ( her nose can still smell the scent of blood. not unusual for her considering, but it was different when it was someone or something else's & not her own this time. )

@drakuletka SAID, " IT WILL COME BACK AND KILL MANY MORE. "