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Yandere Caius Volturi and female soulmate reader headcanon.
YANDERE CAIUS VOLTURI X READER
🦇caius is the most ruthless of all the leaders .
🦇he most likely met you when you were travelling through Italy and it was one of those rare nights he hunted for himself.
🦇takes you back home with him and forcefully changes you.
🦇once you are a vampire you have no choice but to rely on him.
🦇he tells you his ambitions and vents to you when someone gets on his nerves.
🦇he enjoys punishing and killing people so don’t be surprised if he punishes you .
🦇try and escape and he will kill everyone you know or he may just break your bones and starve you for weeks or a month.
🦇rivals are taking care of personally he likes to watch them squirm as they die . He also makes you watch so you don’t get close to anyone .
🦇locks you in a literal fortress after knowing what aro did to Marcus mate he couldn’t let that happen to you so he makes sure your as protected as possible.
🦇will get you blood in bottles if you don’t wish to feed from the human alive.
🦇buys you exquisite clothes and jewellery.
🦇scary and possessive yandere he can go out of control quite easily so don’t offend him.
🦇if he becomes your yandere I wish you luck
Thank you for the request ❤️❤️
just a bite
We love a chaotic vampire aesthetic
My Chemical Romance - Vampires Will Never Hurt You
types of vampires
old school dracula: dramatic, probably a theatre kid at some point, loud, likes black n white outfits with accents of red, v into long flowing clothes, fan of sharp eyeliner and a classic red lip, melancholic, sexual tension, will not shut up about being cursed to live as an immortal corpse, rambles a lot, weirdly big on manners, extemely attracted to morticia addams (like. almost too much)
vaguely old immortal: always has at least the top three buttons of their shirt undone, likes muted colors, likes soft makeup but doesn’t wear it a lot, uses weird turns of phrase or speaks poeticly, closed off (especially about their past), long nails for piercing the skin of those they feed on, wears a locket, stares off into space a lot, has called you a random name like “willamette” at least once, bad with technology, always making things unnecessarily philosophical, hasn’t had a haircut in at least a decade, bisexual
2000s bloodsucker: dark hair, emo and/or goth, whiny, dresses exclusively in black and gray, wears a ton of smeared black eyeshadow or no makeup at all (there is no in between), listens to either screamo or stuff like creature feature, big on layers, broods in the shadows, sleeps in a coffin, will throw rocks at your window at night to get your attention, shows off fangs at every opportunity, says a spooky catchphrase before drinking your blood
modern heartthrob vamp: piercing eyes, everything about their look is sharp and clean except their hair which is always messy, sort of preppy, plays a lot of instruments, well-liked but quiet, polite, would walk you home at night if you didn’t feel safe, never kills when they feed, does the single drip of blood falling down their chin thing, really into math or literature, knows a lot of random facts, can work an antique sewing machine as well as a smartphone, cries at sad movies, likes the rain
stressed new turn: anxious, usually confused or lost, disheveled, makes a big mess when they bite someone, has spent at least a week wandering the woods, has lots of cinematic “what have I become” moments while staring into the bathroom mirror, listens to keaton henson and daughter, has been wearing the same outfit for five days, always has a headache, messed up sleep schedule, dissociates, reads books about vampires at the library but is too embarrassed to check any out, existential guilt, secretly wishes they could apprentice with an older vampire, androgynous
goblin vamp: chaotic, shaved head or uncommon hairstyle, never tries to be discreet about being a vampire, likes parties/raves/concerts, drinks bloodbags like Kool-Aid jammers, dresses tacky, loves garlic bread, most likely has shitty stick n poke tattoos, thinks all vampire movies are hilarious, takes selfies in graveyards, trespasses a lot (especially into abandoned buildings), impulsive n reckless, either has a vulture culture blog or a punk aesthetic blog, listens to peppy indie music while feeding, very gay
reverse goth vamp: hair dyed bleach blonde, very friendly and talkative, loves animals, will babysit for you like whenever, likes hawaiian shirts and shorts, favors light and bright colors, surfer aesthetic, vampire positivity, wears a ton of sun screen and big floppy hats so they can go out in the sun, pours blood on snow cones, only drinks from volunteers/blood doners, likes swimming, probably has SAD, loves cartoons (especially fun cartoons about monsters like Ruby Gloom), into pop or upbeat acoustic music, longboards or rollerblades, wears pronoun pins
vampire that everyone thinks is a werewolf: is a jock but only plays indoor sports, fairly hairy, all dogs love them, can drive, either wear their hair in a ponytail or down and unbrushed, cute smile, doesn’t like wearing makeup or dressing up, sweats or athleisure, good at party games, has gotten “yo dude I dare you to drink my blood” more than once, has accidentally gotten alcohol posioning from drinking too much drunk blood, goes out for runs at night, loves sleeping in, hunk/bear or butch
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OC Kiss Week 2025
DAY 7 | CAUGHT
VAMPIRE: THE MASQUERADE Vaughn Mackenzie (@skaerdir ) 💋 Sleeves
what kinda freak goes around barging into dark rooms without knocking??
Did a portrait study of Nadja from What we do in the Shadows
❝a vampire hidden underneath the oceans surface…❞
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welcome to my blog!!
⌗𝜗𝜚 Soren ! ☆ he/him/they/them ☆ 18!
>> vampire siren living in a hidden forest who comes out once in a while
my carrd!!! donate to help me get my top surgery!
>> black (🇯🇲🇺🇸) tboy !! genderfaun (agender+demiboy)
>> EST (nyc area)
>> infp/tp, 5w6, ☼ virgo ↑ libra ☾ gemini, 🥮🐕 (狗)
>> pansexual, acespec, demiromantic
>> anxiety riddled and possibly depressed
>> pre-t! hopefully starting late feb or early march!
>> pre-vet student ! (college freshman)
>> animal science, mycology, fungi, plant, bug, marine biology lover!!!
>> i have multiple aesthetics !! (mains are goth, vampire, cottagecore, fairycore)
>> i do art sometimes!! also play video games
>> i fb if i think youre cool…
>> DNI LIST: general DNI. zionist/pro israel (ew). maga / trump supporters. terfs+radfems (hating men isn’t feminism!! xx). misogynists. pedos (or “MAPs”). homophobes. transmeds. transphobes (babes youre on a transmans blog rn… leave). nazis (cannot believe i have to say this). if i think of more ill add more lol
>> my tags!!
> #🪼🦇 : all my posts! > #🪼🦇🐈 : my posts including my cat, Baby! > #🪼🦇vents : my vent posts > #🪼🦇 rants : my rant posts > #🪼🦇🏳️⚧️ : my experiences as a trans man! > #🪼🦇📔 : digital diary entries
ill add more as i think of more
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helllooo!! decided to make a blog since someone recommended me to do so for my mental health :)
hello!! im soren!!
im a pre-t trans man who was blessed by a random rock i found to be able to go on land as human !!
i suffer with really bad anxiety and possibly depression (? going to try to get diagnosed with it)
im acespec, demiromantic, and pansexual!
my gender identity is genderfaun as i go inbetween demiboy and agender
i have found a random cat who i have taken and named Baby :)
i think that is all..
goodbye now!!
I came up with very simple
Mini game for chudpol. As I’ve previously said in my schizobabble I wanted to transform the site into arcade themed imageboard. This game is relatively based on mafia and I wanted to integrate the novel Shiki, both because I like the Toshio Ozaki arc and thought it would be nice touch to have vampires in mafia based setting.
Little biography, when I was young I enjoyed playing mafia on different sites, its very popular where I lived. I am sure also in Ukraine too, it even has ace attorney based server with lots of collected roles and I had lots of experience with Town of Salem and epicmafia, generally outside of games like Dark Souls and EUIV, it was one of major timewasters in summers.
The game is Vampyrs or something similar,
The mysterious foreigners migrate to a village. You must find and execute all of evil entities, aka vampires in the game.
Vampire - during day can speak limited amount of words, he can visit multiple places but slower pace/limited times, sending PMs doesnt waste wordcount. During night he can decide to hunt with other vampires, removing villager.
Dhampir - half-vampire who doesn’t have same limitations, he is the same as normal human in that regard, at night he can choose to kill with others and choose to visit places and do certain actions. He is assistant to vampires in that regard, for example he can dig a grave reviving another player.
The game consists of multiple places that villagers can change between, but it takes a form of interactive chat, I want to go budget easy so.
Villagers have simple roles of lynching during day, they can choose not to and detectives can find alignment of characters doctors can treat patients that have been bitten and some villagers have % to turn into vampire, it is casual in difficulty sense. Hope you enjoy that idea, it will be themed though.
Random sketches/memes from my finished VTM campaign go (But mostly it's my nosferatu dirtbag Sparrow)
Treating myself by making some dirtbag Nosferatu dude, as I’m gonna play VtM soon for the first time :^) His name is Sparrow Cutter btw!
Happy Hallow’s Eve 🎃
Figured I’d draw something for the occasion, what better than some of my ocs with the embodiment of Hallow’s Eve himself?
📦ASK BOX IS NOW OPEN!📦
I’ve had this little world of mine in mind ever since middle school and I think after having this blog for a while now I finally just snapped and now this is opened!
So send me some asks and I’ll get to them as soon as I possibly can! Like my teachers say: “there is no such thing as a dumb question” so feel free to ask anyone anything!!
Bonus:
Note: if you reblog this please give me credit
The Cannibal Prince
Pairing: Vampire!Aemond Targaryen x fem!Reader
Includes: nipple play, kissing, non-consensual vampire turning (Including a kiss), biting, side character death
Word count: 2.3k
Summary: You marry Prince Aemond, and he reveals another Targaryen wedding tradition that many aren't privy to.
It was fortunately windy at Dragonstone — a delightful contrast to that of King’s Landing.
You wore one of your Dornish gowns, showing off quite a bit of your skin. You hadn’t really gotten into the fashion at King’s Landing. It was so terribly hot there and your gowns from back home gave you a delightful reprieve.
You stood outside. You had first come out to watch the waves lick at the big rocks, but your thoughts soon drifted off to Aemond Targaryen — Your betrothed.
You had brief interactions with the man. Once, when you first arrived at King’s Landing. You had eaten dinner with Prince Aemond, along with the rest of his family. It had been a tense first meeting for you. Queen Alicent was the one carrying the conversation, with Otto asking questions about Dorne here and there.
Though you were not Dornish royalty like the Martell’s, your house is a great one.
You had noticed Queen Alicent lowering her gaze to your dress a few times over dinner before looking back at you with a fake smile. You think she didn’t like your dress.
Aegon, though, scared you. He would not take his eyes off of you during the feast and would speak of how you were too pretty for his cripple brother. You noticed that Prince Aemond had tensed at that, his fingers tightening around his cutlery. You hadn’t spoken out in defense of Aemond — just gave Aegon a faux smile, hoping he didn’t notice how uncomfortable you were. You think he did.
You had heard rumors about the Targaryens. Of how their serving girls were disappearing at an alarming rate, about Prince Aegon’s sexual debauchery, that your betrothed was not missing an eye at all, and that when he had his eye cut out, it had come back! That you did not believe, it simply wasn’t possible.
You shivered from the cold Dragonstone air, and like he knew you were thinking of him, a voice spoke out from behind you. “Cold, My Lady?”
You turned around, your golden dress moving with you. There stood Aemond Targaryen, a few feet away from you. His hands were clasped behind his back and his long white hair looked slightly unkempt because of the winds.
You bowed, before looking back up at him. “Nothing I can’t handle, My Prince.”
You were proven wrong as the wind beat at you, forcing you to squint.
Aemond wrinkled his nose, like he had smelt something he didn’t like before getting his expression under control and clenching his jaw.
“It is getting quite late, betrothed. Would you allow me the honor of walking you back to your chambers?” Aemond asked.
Your eyes widen slightly at the request, but you nod anyway. “Of course, My Prince.”
You both walked back into the Castle, a quiet overtaking you both. You had hoped Aemond would have offered you his arm, but he hadn’t, and this was the longest time you two had spent together, so you contented yourself with that.
Your eyes gazed at all the dragon furniture and you were reminded of Princess Rhaenyra.
You had been surprised when you found out that you’d be marrying Aemond here, as you had heard that Rhaenyra had left for Dragonstone because she couldn’t stand the Hightowers and their children anymore. Perhaps she had a change of mind.
You and Aemond reached your chamber door. There were dragons carved into the wood, their long, lithe bodies stretched out on it.
You opened the door and stepped in, turning to look at Aemond. “Would you like to come in, My Prince?” It was a courtesy, of course. If you and your betrothed were both caught alone together, it would be quite the scandal.
Aemond looked at you, scrutinizing your body as his eyes traveled down the length of your body. He stared at the exposed area of your neck before forcing himself to look back at you, his jaw ticking.
“Perhaps after our marriage ceremony.” With that, Aemond gave a curt bow, mumbling “My Lady,” before turning around and leaving — presumably to his own chambers.
You felt your cheeks heat up at his words and shut the door. You hadn’t expected Aemond to say such a thing — maybe his brother, but not him!
Your handmaidens helped you get dressed for bed and you couldn’t help but feel a strange warmth in your stomach.
As you lay in bed, listening to the sound of the sea — you had insisted to keep the shutters of the window nearest your bed open and one of your handmaidens reluctantly did so, lecturing you about how it would be a terrible thing if you got sick the night before your wedding — your thoughts drifted back to Aemond. You wish he had come into your chambers.
The next morning, you had awoken to terrible news. One of your handmaidens — Aimya — was dead. Her corpse was found in one of the halls. Your handmaidens said that Otto Hightower claimed that given the girl’s pale skin, she must have picked up a sickness. They weren’t allowed to see the body and had no confirmation that this was true.
You had hoped the marriage ceremony would be canceled because of this, but of course, nobody cared for the death of a random dornish girl. Nobody except for you and the other handmaidens.
Over the years, you had all become very close to each other, and her death was like a ship wrecking when it was close to land. The night before your wedding! If you didn’t know any better, you would have taken her death as a warning.
Your handmaiden — Brise, a woman a few years older than you with a sharp face — leads you to your vanity and has you strip out of your nightgown. Your other handmaiden — Miana, a young girl with rosy cheeks — untangling your hair with a shaky hand as you sat atop your vanity stool, naked and shivering.
Brise shut the window before grabbing your wedding robes. After Miana was done, you stood up, facing the older woman. She held the traditional Targaryen wedding robes.
How disappointing. You had always thought your wedding would be an extravagant thing, but it seems not.
“Aimya seemed fine. I-I didn’t think…” Miana broke out into a sob.
Brise shook her head as she helped you into your clothing. “I don’t trust these Targaryens,” she said the name with such disdain that you couldn’t help but look at her surprised.
“That is my betrothed’s family you are speaking about,” you say as Brise finishes tying the front of the robe.
Miana grabbed the headpiece, but was shaking so much that Brise grabbed it out of the young girl's hands and placed it atop your head instead.
“My apologies, My Lady.” But you knew Brise, and you knew she wasn’t sorry at all. You decide not to dwell on it and begin your trip out of the castle.
You stand face to face with Aemond, your expression one of pain as he cuts into your palm. You bite into your covered bottom lip to silence any sound of pain that would try to leave you.
Aemond’s own hand is bloody, as you had cut into it first and you can feel it on your palm as you press it against his. The blood doesn’t do much to hide the lack of warmth in his body, but you brush it off to it just being a reaction to the cold of the Island that is Dragonstone.
An older man wraps a cloth around your hands and you watch as your blood — now mixed with Aemond’s — drips into the cup. You hear the man say some words in Valyrian, but you don’t understand any of it.
Soon, you are drinking out of the chalice. You take a small sip, the heavy taste of copper now on your tongue. You hand it over to Aemond, and he holds your gaze as he drinks the rest of your shared blood.
Then, you both kiss. It’s a quick thing, and you are aware of the eyes of Aemond’s family watching you.
Hours later, you are in Aemond’s chambers. You suppose you’ll be returning to King's Landing very soon.
You sit on the edge of his bed, anxiously fiddling with your fingers as Aemond walks over to you.
Gently, he takes off your headpiece and places it on the side table. Using one cold finger, Aemond places it under your chin, forcing you to look into his purple eye.
You’re captivated. You are sure you will never in your lifetime see anyone that looks like Aemond. Sure, they others have purple eyes, and white hair. But Aemond is unique, with his sharp features, and one eye.
“There is no need to be nervous,” Aemond reassured you. His fingers trail down your neck, to your pulse, gently pressing them there. “Wife.”
You watch as Aemond takes in a sharp breath at the feeling of you, and he quickly pulls his hand away.
Your husband sits down on the bed next to you.
“We need not do this tonight if you don’t wish for it,” he says, surprising you.
You shake your head, feeling your cheeks heat up in embarrassment as you speak, “No.. I want to, Husband.”
Aemond lets out a harsh breath out of his nose and nods. “Very well.”
Gently, Aemond reached out, cupping your cheek and forcing you to look at him. He presses his lips to yours, and for some reason he still tastes of copper.
His hands find their way to the ties of your robe and undo them. He pulls away from your lips and pushes down your clothing, leaving it on the floor.
Aemond looks down at you, and you feel your nipples harden very quickly.
Gently, Aemond pushes you down on the bed, so that you are laying with your back flat against it, your head resting on one of the soft pillows.
He rests one of his hands on your hips, and the other — the scarred one — trails down to your breasts. Aemond presses his palm atop the left side of your chest, almost like he’s trying to feel your heartbeat. When he’s satisfied, Aemond brings his fingers to your nipples. He tugs on your nub and you let out a soft gasp.
His attention is instantly brought back to your mouth and he presses his lips to yours. It’s very different from your first kiss when you were getting married. This one is rough, like he’s trying to consume you.
His fingers dig into your breast — so much so that it’s starting to hurt. You let out a small mewl, and Aemond instantly lets go of your lips and breast.
Slowly, Aemond kisses down your chest, and stomach, until he is at your hips.
Aemond undos the ties of his own robes, and drops the garment onto the floor.
He spreads your legs and presses a small kiss to your inner thigh, “So pretty.”
You let out a small, pleased, sigh. “Husband..”
Aemond brings his lips back to your thighs, and brushes his lips against them. Using his cold hands, Aemond holds onto your hips, pressing them down to the mattress. You shiver at his touch, and when he licks at your thigh, you feel small tingles spread through your body.
Your eyes flutter shut, and that’s when you feel it. Something sharp presses into you and your eyes shoot open. You wriggle in Aemond’s grip, but feel his pale hands pin you down. All you can see is the white of his head as you look down at him.
You let out a small cry, confused. “A-Aemond.. What are you…!”
Aemond’s lips finally release the hold they had on your thigh, and when he looks up at you, your eyes land on his bloody mouth.
Before you can even do anything, Aemond lets go of your hips and instead crawls over you, his lithe frame atop of you. Using one hand, Aemond grabs ahold of your wrists and pins them over your head. His other hand grabs your jaw and pushes it to the side, revealing your neck.
Aemond presses his nose to your neck, taking in your scent. His eyes flutter shut and you hiss in pain as he bites into your flesh.
Your legs kick at Aemond, but it doesn’t deter him.
Soon enough, you run out of energy and cease your struggling. You quiver under Aemond, and tears run down your cheeks.
Just when you’re on the brink of death, Aemond pulls away, pressing a wet kiss to the area he just bit.
Aemond lets go of your wrists, but still holds onto your jaw, though his grip has loosened.
Your eyes flutter open, your vision blurry.
Aemond bites into his own wrist, sucking up a considerable amount of blood, before pulling away.
Aemond presses his lips to yours, and forces you to drink in the mix of your’s and Aemond’s blood. Some blood escapes you and Aemond’s mouth and trickles down your cheeks.
Aemond pulls away after what feels like an eternity. You take in big gulps of air, your lungs burning.
A warmth runs through your body before being replaced with a coldness. It feels like you're freezing. Aemond kisses at your tears before pressing his lips to your bloody cheeks. He coos against them, feeling their warmth turn cool, “I know this is now what you were expecting, wife, but that was not the end. Perhaps…” he trails off. Aemond pulls away, letting go of your wrists. His eye looks down at your naked body, and despite it all, you feel a heat spreading through you. “After our marriage ceremony.”
a/n: Wrote this in celebration for season 2 of hotd, though this was written a few days before it came out! divider creds: @saradika
I figured since I had already made a Monster Prom OC, the least I could do is attempt to mimic the art style enough that it didn’t look like my shoddy normal art style. Now it’s a shoddy impression at someone else’s art style. I’m going to reblog this without the shading just because ... I dont know how to emulate that properly anyway. So here. (20th May 2020)
Well, a different couple were gonna be next, but then I read a little vampire yuricest post, and it really inspired me to make this comic.
I feel you all knew that Hathor and Sanguina would be paired together, but I couldn't quite get what I wanted to do. But hey, it all worked out!
I hope those of you who do enjoy these posts of mine enjoy this one cause I'm pretty proud of it!
I love how the line work turned out on this one!
Final AF Attacks 2024
(Heads up, there's some gore and body horror in this batch)
@yangularoo 's scug, The Runner
ItsApricots' yeti paladin, Hima
@aettovon's wonderful shapeshifter Fawkes
_AKNULL's romantic vamp, Lucius
1AMWolfram's silly little scorpion, Vein
And lastly, cheeky-scrub's storm cleric, Amarum Ai
And that was Art Fight! These were all a ton of fun to draw. I can only hope I can keep up the same speed for like. my own characters and projects. But ey regardless, good month! 40 attacks! And 27 back at me! WHICH IS A LOT! Thanks so much to everyone who attacked me- I am now stricken with the deep desire to print them all out and hang them on my wall. Here's to next year- and good luck with everything 'till then!
🩸🕸 Father Dearest 🕸🩸
It was a blur. First you were walking the bustling streets of Cairo with your mother shopping for food and next thing you know you're knocked out by what seemed to be something you could only describe as a ghost. You had your own ghost of sorts, it said it’s name was Quiet Riot, and as your body was dragged into a large castle you wondered if they could be in any way related.
You finally came to a cold dark room, your arms being bound behind your back. Screams of pure agony, distilled by the echoey chamber of the castle, reached your ears. Feeble body desperately fighting against your bonds as Quiet Riot appeared before you and began tying the ropes around your wrists and ankles. Free now and able to walk, you made your way to the door, where you were shakily able to pick the lock that bolted you in, surprising considering your vision being blurred by tears and your mind rushing with thoughts of we're your mother could be, and god forbid if those screams were hers.
The heavy wooden door slowly creaked open to reveal long winding stone hallways. They were dark with the exception of a few candles smattered about, and you wondered why they didn't open the heaven curtains blocking the window, but that wasn't important right now.
Bare feet against cobblestone you rushed in the direction of the noises. After the twists and turns of the castle confused you and sent you in a circle, you finally found yourself in front of a large pair of double doors. The screams had gone quiet a minute or so ago and you weren't even sure if this is where they had been emanating from, but nonetheless you trusted your gut. You were going to find your mother and get out of here. Your small hands pushed against the grain of the oak, and with assistants from Quiet Riot, they were opened with ease.
The sight that lay behind those doors where nothing you could have ever been prepared to see. Your mothers body, limp and gray on the stone floor, blood pooling out of her neck into a crimson puddle beneath her. Then you saw him, his amber eyes making contact with your own froze you in place. And he spoke
“My my, I am terribly sorry you had to see that”
Cruelty dripped from his voice, and in an instant he stood in front of you, hand grasping your chin as he smiled at you.
‘How could he have approached me so fast, does he have some kind of special ghost like me?’
The giant of a man’s mouth opened to speak once more but then, like a flash of lighting, something inside you switched on, and the Riot’s hands threw the man a few feet from you, even with all your force you could sense he wasn't hurt in the slightest, but all you needed was a moment before you except what was sure to come. Tears were flowing down your face now as you quickly dropped to your knees before your mothers corpse, though you barely had a second to grieve her fate.
“Quite the stand you have there”
The figure lifted you now by the throat, cutting off the air to your brain, and a small squeak of fear left your mouth, he laughed.
‘How could he? How could he laugh after taking the life of an innocent woman?’
The fear you felt now came not from the idea of your life ending soon, but the absolute monster who stood before you.
You made one last futile attempt with Riot to get away from his grasp, but another yellow ghost simply grabbed the stand, making it impossible to move any part of your body. All you could do was move your eyes to see the body of your mother once more, as her murderer held your life in a single hand. If you had to go out now at least you would be with your mother soon.
“You would prefer to die here and join your mother in the afterlife then stay and barely hang on to your puny life?”
Shit you haven't realized you had said that last part out loud.
“You are an interesting child”
He paused to think for a moment
“I was going to kill you here and now, but I'm beginning to change my mind…” He uttered a few more unintelligible words as you blacked out from asphyxiation, the image of his sharp toothed smile burning into the backs of your eyelids.
An unfamiliar comfort enveloped your body, not the usual rough cotton cot you slept on. The plush velvet and silk was alien to you, but you couldn't help but snuggle farther into the bed. Then the creaking of your door opening, well there goes your quiet comfort. An old woman enters the room, you weren't quite sure who she was, but you put on the rather nice the clothes she gave you and followed her down a stone hallway, as she explained that Lord Dio would like to see you, the image of the man in question was a bit foggy but you knew he was an important figure in your life, perhaps a friend or family member? You couldn't put your finger on it.
As you reached a pair of large oak doors you stopped, the old women pushing them open for you. It was your first good look at the room, a library or study of some kind, every surface having a few dripping candles adorning it. Why didn't they just open the curtains if they wanted light? Well that wasn't important right now, because a large golden haired man, Lord Dio, was ushering you over.
Your new shoes patterned against the stone floor as you walked to the armchair he was sitting in, taking a leisurely stance with a book in hand, sipping what you assumed was red wine.
Your e/c eyes made contact with his own amber pair as he gestured for you to make a seat in the rather expensive looking chair across from him.
“Goodmorning, my child, how was your rest?”
Yes, it clicked. Lord Dio was your father of course, how could you be so silly to forget? You had the privilege of being the child of the most powerful man on earth and you just forgot? How idiotic of you.
“It was good, I was quite disoriented this morning though, I'm not sure why” You smiled at him and picked up a tea cup from the small table in front of you. Pouring yourself a cup of earl gray out listened to your father.
“Hm, I wonder why, perhaps you've been having night terrors. I assume you're still prepared for stand training today though, yes?”
“Of course father” You sipped your drink, the hot liquid scolding your tongue just a bit, as Lord Dio had a small chuckle at your expense, you laughed with him, it was humorous to an extent, even if your tongue was a bit burned now.
Blowing on your drink to cool it down now, the man in front of you discussed plans for stand training today. At some point a servant walked in with a tray of food, none of which your father touched, but you gladly indulged.
You were excited for your next day of learning, your father always had more knowledge to give. So as you ate your breakfast and read another poetry book suggested by him, you were happy to be blessed with this life, the life of the child of the most powerful man on this Earth.
Thanks a lot for reading :))
Fun fact of the post: When I first heard about jojo i thought dio was an old scrunkly man lolz (-_-)
anyways do i want a vampire horror movie w phonk as the soundtrack? yes i do
warm up doodle ... i love draculaura monster high was my childhood
"Dance with me, will you?
animation of my oc!
HELLO HI SO SO SORRY FOR NOT POSTING IN... A WHILE!!
I have been busy ... so as an apology please take my character designs, yes they are all part of the same world
Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes
Fun Solver..... Before they were a vampire :^)
They were a bright, doe-eyed toon. New to the world. A different time.
All it took was one late night.
happy new oc! :^) This is Fun Solver! (Full Name Fun Solver Showstopper Dinglehopper) They are a fun, cartoon vampire. They are also a detective! And a scientist! They have many interests.
Fun Solver is a jovial, curious, and a bit kooky vamp who is always looking for answers. When they're not researching a new topic, they're out and about solving crimes! They always have a question on their mind, and don't stop for anything. It's hard to hold their attention for long if you need to talk to them. They're usually out the door investigating something mid-conversation!
They work on adventure time rules mostly, in that they subsist on drinking the color from an object and not blood. The item becomes greyscale after they drink from it. They also don't really have a lot of the normal vampire weaknesses. Being a cartoon, crosses don't bother them, and they can eat garlic fine. They can also walk around in the sun, but need an umbrella or large hat to keep in the shade. They won't turn to dust, but it does hurt to be in direct sunlight.
Their glasses are always broken, and they don't necessarily realize they're missing an eye. They also are always changing bowties and earrings! They have a huge variety to pick from! The stains on their coat are also constantly changing, depending on what they're working on.
And yea! I don't have a huge amount of details for this vamp yet, but I love them.
Fun Solver uses any pronouns. But, in order of preference, they use they/he/she.