#vampire auction

[oliversrarebooks]

The Rare Bookseller Part 22: Oliver's Auction

Masterlist

September 1925

TW: captivity, restraints, human auction

"There haven't been any vampires in the room for some time, sir," Oliver noted.

Miss Lily checked her fashionable wristwatch. "Oh, that's because the auction is about to start. But you won't be up until the end. We're to wait here until it's close to time."

"The auction's starting, sir?" said Oliver, with a lump in his throat and a knot in his stomach. At least while he was being presented to vampire after vampire, he felt as though he had a tiny bit of control of his fate. Now, it was out of his hands. Now, he was edging ever closer to being taken away to be a servant for a vampire -- or to live out the rest of his life mind wiped in an animal pen.

"You're thinking again, dear," said Miss Lily.

Oliver nodded vigorously.

"Would you like me to put you to sleep until the time comes?"

An easy decision. "Yes, please, by all means, sir, that would be very merci --"

When he woke up again, he was backstage, standing in the wings of an auditorium. In front of him, he could see a man kneeling on the ground, his hands cuffed behind him, his face expressionless. And the patter of the auctioneer was ringing in his ears...

"Two thousand, two thousand, do I hear twenty-five hundred? Twenty-five hundred, twenty-five hundred, I hear twenty-five hundred from the gentleman in the red hat, do I hear three thousand, three thousand, c'mon, gimme three thousand, lookit him, lookit the neck, do I hear three thousand -- three thousand, yes, to Miss Peacock Feathers, lovely hat miss, do I hear thirty five hundred..."

"Can I go back to sleep, sir?" he asked softly, his throat dry at the sight. He couldn't see the audience past the spotlight of the stage. All he could see was a poor, restrained man being auctioned like cattle. He thought he might faint. He thought he might be sick. Miss Lily was ignoring him, holding onto his leash and looking all business.

"Do I hear four thousand, do I hear four thousand? Going once, going twice, sold to the main in the red hat!" The hit of the gavel was as loud as a bomb going off.

"And now, the merchandise you've all been waiting for!" said the announcer. "The last lot of the evening, so dig real deep into your pockets for this one. Triple-A graded blood, finest we've had in this house for a long while, submissive in nature, takes well to thrall, expertly trained by our very own lovely Miss Lily -- Lot Seven, Oliver Pines!"

"Stand up straight. Walk in pace with me. Look docile. Don't say anything. Make me money," said Miss Lily, and she was striding onto the stage, and Oliver, unable to do anything but obey, walked after her in perfect pace, even though his knees felt like they would give out at any moment. The lights in his eyes blinded him as Miss Lily took him center stage. He still couldn't see anyone. Couldn't see who was there. Who was interested. Who was not.

"This is the kind of choice thrall you don't see every day, folks, so we're going to start the bidding at nine thousand big ones. He's worth every penny -- nine thousand, do I hear nine thousand --"

For a moment, Oliver couldn't decide what would be worse, being bid on or not being bid on --

"Nine thousand from our lovely lawyer extraordinaire. Do I hear ninety-five hundred, ninety-five hundred..."

Lawyer -- that was Miss Ruth -- and the bids began to fly. Ninety-five hundred from the woman in the pink dress, ten thousand from the woman in a pinstripe suit, and --

"I hear ten thousand five hundred from Lord Jameson! Do I hear eleven thousand?"

Cold fear ran through Oliver's veins. Lord Jameson had bid on him. Lord Jameson had bid over ten thousand dollars on him. Lord Jameson had bid ten thousand dollars for the chance to turn him into a mute, illiterate blood bag.

He found it hard to focus, numbers swimming in his head. Miss Ruth bid again. Lord Jameson bid again. Description he didn't recognize. Stranger. Miss Ruth. Stranger. Lord Jameson. Lady Jessica.

None of these descriptions sounded like Lord Alexander at all.

"And I hear fifteen thousand from Lord Jameson. Fifteen thousand five hundred, do I hear fifteen thousand five hundred, c'mon it's only money, lookit this thrall, you can smell his blood from here, do I hear fifteen thousand five hundred --"

Someone bid. Someone bid. Someone bid, please. Someone, anyone but Lord Jameson, please -- it doesn't have to be Lord Alexander -- it can be Miss Ruth or anybody --

"Going once -- and is that sixteen thousand? Sixteen thousand from Lord Alexander."

He could have collapsed in relief on the spot. He tried to see Lord Alexander in the crowd, but he was still blinded by the lights and woozy from terror.

"Seventeen thousand from Lord Jameson!"

Lord Jameson was still bidding. He was bidding seventeen thousand dollars just to drink his blood.

He could feel Miss Lily discreetly grabbing the back of his dress, trying to keep him upright, correctly concerned that he might faint at any moment.

"Eighteen thousand from Lord Alexander! Nineteen thousand from Lord Jameson! Do I hear twenty -- twenty thousand from Lord Alexander!"

"You're insane!" The sound of a chair being violently turned over accompanied the yell. "You'd pay twenty thousand for a stinking thrall?"

"You're welcome to stop bidding." That was unmistakably Lord Alexander's voice.

"Twenty thousand is a goddamned joke! I could buy three faefolk for that price!"

"Then buy three faefolk," said Lord Alexander.

"Fine!" yelled Lord Jameson. "Take your lousy thrall and enjoy him while you can."

The auctioneer, who had paused for this bit of juicy drama, resumed. "So we have twenty thousand from Lord Alexander, the highest price ever paid for a human thrall in this venue. Do I hear twenty-one thousand? Twenty-one thousand? Going once, going twice, sold to Lord Alexander!"

The gavel sealed Oliver's fate.

He now belonged to Lord Alexander.

Miss Lily caught him as he finally did faint.

Part 21 >> Masterlist >> Part 23

Thanks for reading this story about a man whose life has been forever altered.

@d-cs @latenightcupsofcoffee @thecyrulik @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night @wanderinggoblin @whumpyourdamnpears @only-shadows-dwell-where-we-are @pressedpenn @pigeonwhumps @amusedmuralist @snakebites-and-ink @sl33py-pup @diamond-blade-blog @ivycloak @irregular-book @whumpsoda @mj-or-say10 @pokemaniacgemini @whumpshaped @whumpsday @morning-star-whump @shinyotachi @silly-scroimblo-skrunkl @steh-lar-uh-nuhs

#whump #whump writing #whumpee #vampire #mind control #vampire whumper #captivity #vampire auction #rare bookseller #oliver #lily #jameson #alexander

[strijkdesign]

Properly sharing my lovely vampire ladies for the ACEO auction Bad Apple Artist FB page. All pieces are 2.5 x 3.5 inch and start at only $20!

My mind does not work in inches (metric system for the win) Because I made my sketches digitally, it was only after I transferred them to paper that I realized how tiny these paintings were going to be! It strangely helped me focus more on brushstrokes and not obsess to much about the details.

#sylvia strijk #artists on tumblr #my art #illustration #fantasy art #traditional painting #watercolor painting #mixedmedia #ACEO ART #art auction #bad apple artist collective #Vampire art #halloween art #Vampire lady #dark fantasy #gothic art #portrait study

[mizby]

I’m running an adopt thread on twitter, click for the link to bid!

#vtm #vampire the masquerade #vampire #adoptable #character adopt #oc adopt #adopt auction #my art

[whumpshaped]

so @oliversrarebooks' series captivated me to no end, and um. a certain. charming man mightve inspired. ..something

tw insecure ass carewhumper possibly turned whumpee??? guys i dont know, dehumanisation, human trafficking

Whumper was walking around in the auction house without much purpose or confidence. If it weren’t for the distinct red glow of their eyes or the shirt that covered up a decent part of their neck, one might’ve mistaken them for livestock, really. People paid little attention to them, and Whumper decided that was just what they wanted: a facade of social life without any of the obligations.

They barely checked on any of the thralls that were going up for sale. Most of them were mindless, anyway. Once they’d seen one, they’d seen them all.

That was, until their eyes landed upon the star of the show. And oh, a star he was.

They wanted to look away. They wanted to continue their aimless wandering, pretending they didn’t even exist, but they were rooted to the spot.

The human was dressed up in the most exquisite ball gown, but the garment didn’t even hold a candle to the wearer. He was far from mindless. His eyes were searching the crowd lazily, like he wasn’t a thing to be sold and bought, like he was the one on the prowl. Whumper almost wanted to go talk to him–

But another vampire beat them to it, stepping up to the human and making what must’ve been pleasant enough conversation, because he wouldn’t stop batting his eyelashes at her. Whumper wondered whether he’d do the exact same to them. Whether it was as practised as it looked. Whether they could earn some honesty, if they were to try their best.

The vampire woman took him by the chin, surveying him like one would a special doll for a special project; was it the right size? The right colour? The right fit for the dollhouse? Then she left like it was nothing, like she wasn’t about to think about him for the rest of the night. Maybe she wasn’t. Maybe Whumper was the odd one out.

The human said something to his vampire handler, and she gave him an amused smile. Oh, there was something so charming about everything he did, and it made no sense, he wasn’t a vampire, he wasn’t the one doing the charming, he–

Oh. He was looking straight at them now, and they were still staring like an idiot.

The human’s cocky grin widened as he looked them up and down, then tilted his head in a questioning, daring sort of way. Will you be standing there all night? Or will you come up and talk to me?

It was stupid. Why were they the one being nervous? Yet still, despite all that, their legs moved on their own, like he was pulling them on a string. They wanted to talk. They wanted to have him, really.

“I might change my mind about wanting to serve vampires, after all,” he told the woman next to him as they got closer, loud enough for them to hear every word. If their heart had been beating, it might’ve skipped a beat.

“Serve is a strong word,” Whumper muttered, nodding to the woman in greeting and receiving an encouraging smile in return. From this close, they could smell the human’s marvellous blood, yet another tether they weren’t sure they would ever be able to sever.

“Oh?” He caught their gaze, and Whumper suddenly felt like they very much wanted to be looking at something else, anything else. “Do you have a better word in mind, sir?” His voice was silky smooth, giving them all but the illusion of sincere curiosity with a teasing undertone humans weren’t meant to use, not when talking to vampires.

“I… Well, I just meant… There’s no need for such clear-cut dynamics, really,” they stammered out, and the human’s eyes flashed with intrigue.

“Isn’t there?” He was quick to adjust his demeanour, leaving behind every last trace of the faux-sweetness he’d had with the previous vampire, replaced by even more of that playful arrogance that had captivated them in the first place. “I’m but a mere thrall, sir, surely you don’t really mean that.”

“Well, if we tally it all up, I’d be providing the shelter, clothing, all the amenities, and from my understanding, more food to you than you would to me,” they explained quickly.

“And in exchange, I stay obedient and follow your every order, yes?” He paused, waiting for them to say no. Probably wanting them to say no. “That does seem like a rather clear-cut–”

“It doesn’t have to be,” they interrupted suddenly, and the human looked like a cat that got the cream.

“Well,” he said slowly, giving them another once-over. “With all due respect, sir, that sounds like a straight path to spoiling a human rotten.”

You would spoil me rotten, wouldn’t you?

Whumper swallowed, nodding a little. “I suppose it does.”

I would go hungry if you told me you disliked the feeling of fangs in your neck.

He rewarded them with an approving smile, and Whumper let out a breath they didn’t need. “I’m sure your thrall will appreciate all this leniency greatly, sir.”

#no one look at me #no one!! turn away!! avert ur eyes!! im not simping shut up!! #whump #whump drabble #vampire whumper #?? #dehumanisation #auctioned off #human trafficking whump

[daguerreotyping]

Tintypes of two stylish gentlemen in stovepipe hats playing a hand of cards and getting a little handsy, c. 1880s

#the ease with which they slide into each other's space! #and pale suit man's pose in the second image—at once perfectly casual and perfectly extra #also amused by seller's title “gangs of new york vampire post mortem?” #there's auction clickbait and then there's writing a whole little fanfic in your title :D #I say this with affection! one of the joys of ebay is how many EXTREMELY ALIVE subjects get optimistically titled “post mortem??” #(actual post mortem photography is very rare and valuable) #19th century #1800s #1880s #19th century fashion #men's fashion #fashion history #historical fashion #19th century photography #tintype #ferrotype #gay interest

[deepseafisher]

I rarely draw. I hate drawing. I hate my job and myself.

#my art #gore #vampire #character adopt #adopt #blood #digital art #artists on tumblr #art #oddcore #adopt auction #creepycore #creepy aesthetic #scarycore #i hate it so much #i wish i was dead

[literallyneurodivergentandaminor]

urge to make the most self indulgent au i have ever made which would almost border on wattpat level of self insert aus and it would be of my fav vocaloids. and also me. because i can. i need to actually write soem kinda fanfic about this cause the idea is already in my head and i did some silly doodles but i must do it proper. if we going in cringe territorry might as well do it RIGHT yknow? anyway who in this with me?

#the basic idea is that this fucking dude. buys old ass katana at an auction cause it looks cool but uhh actually its some magic thing #and the next day this GUY pops up kinda like fi mastersword legend of zelda but its vy2 vocaloid because i can #and hey actually this dude hasnt been conscious since like what the 13th century??? thats like 8 centuries ago. #and then idk gay shit also happens #and also what if kyo also enters the plot cause i love that dude and idk bros some demon or vampire or sumn like that #and then uhhh fight??? between the two?? at 2 am cause kyo entered thru the window. #and then idk thats all i was thinking #like i TOLD you this shit is wattpad levels of self indulgent cringe

[collinsportmaine]

BRAM STOKER'S DRACULA (1992) - A Dracula (Gary Oldman) coin from Francis Ford Coppola's Bram Stoker's Dracula. In deleted scenes, Jonathan Harker (Keanu Reeves) stole gold coins during his escape from Dracula's castle and offered them to nuns in a nearby cathedral.

This gold-color metal coin features Vlad III/Dracula's face and ancient text on one side and the Dracula family's dragon crest on the other side. The coin is intentionally distressed by production to look aged and exhibits minor scuffing from production.

Dimensions: 1.25" x 1.25" x 0.25"

Estimate: $1,500 - 3,000

#dark shadows #vampires #auction #Dracula #francis ford coppola #gary oldman

[lady-wallace]

Whumptober Day 11 - "Masters and Slaves" (JJBA Vampire Hunter AU)

Today's @whumptober fic is the first part of a 2-parter (2nd part will be posted on the 27th)

This fic is from my Pt5 Vampire Hunter AU set between Monsters and Fallen Saints and Something Wicked so you don't have to be caught up in the series to read this one.

Buckle up, guys, we have a ton of angst and dhampir lore in this one.

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Prompts Used: Captivity, 'no one will find you' Fandom: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Part 5 Character: Giorno

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(Excerpt)

Giorno woke to a sharp pain in his wrist. He flinched, eyes fluttering open as he tried to pull away from whatever had a hold of him.

But he could only go so far before something tugged on his burning wrists and he realized his hands were bound in silver manacles, the chain between them linked around the bars of a cage.

A baton slammed against the bars, startling him and making his head ache. "Easy, half-blood. You're not going anywhere now."

"Where am I?" Giorno demanded, glancing down and seeing a bleeding cut on his wrist. "Who the hell are you?"

He was ignored as his captor straightened up and handed over a cup of Giorno's blood to another man standing to one side. "Is this enough?"

"That's fine. If you would?"

The guard grunted and pulled off his glove, making a small cut across his palm. The other man dripped some of Giorno's blood onto it and the man hissed before he chuckled. "Well, would you look at that."

"Indeed. It is a rare find to have a dhampir with healing powers. He will fetch a very good price."

Giorno pushed himself to his knees and gripped the bars, shaking them furiously. "I am a registered Hunter under Capitano Polpo and Bruno Bucciarati. You have no right to sell me," he spat.

The man who had inspected his blood turned to him with disdain. He was dressed in an expensive suit and Giorno suspected he was likely the head of this operation. "Dhampirs have no rights unless they belong to a master. Without documented proof that Polpo or any of his Hunters own you, it is not illegal to sell you to a new master."

Giorno gritted his teeth, feeling his fangs lengthen in fury. As disgusting as it was, he knew that there was truth to the man's words. He had been so careful for years to hide his true nature for this very reason—had barely escaped his parents before they had decided to sell him off for money. Still, he was sure that Polpo would have enough sway to get him out of this situation, if only he could get in contact with Bucciarati.

"Please at least let me send a message to my boss," Giorno tried. "He'll tell you—"

The guard slammed his baton down on the cage bars again as Giorno barely got his fingers out of the way in time.

"That's enough out of you, fang!" he snarled.

The head man glared at Giorno for a moment before he turned to leave. "Get him ready with the other goods. A muzzle might be a good idea."

Giorno gritted his teeth in helpless frustration. "When the Hunters find out what you're doing—Agh!"

A burning spray flew across his face and Giorno barely shut his eyes in time, realizing the man had thrown holy water over him."

"That's enough out of you, blood-sucker! Milano! Come help me get this freak ready for tonight."

Giorno struggled as they opened his cage, but with his hands still manacled to the bars on the door, he was forced to shuffle forward out of the cage. He shifted and kicked out at his captors, but they grabbed hold of him and forced him to the ground, one of the men sitting on him to hold him down.

"Watch your fingers," he grunted to his companion as the man got the muzzle ready.

Giorno glowered up at him, and hissed. He snapped at the man's hand, but the guard grabbed a fistful of his hair, wrenching his head back painfully before shoving the muzzle over his mouth. It was the kind that had a plate inside that forced its way between Giorno's teeth, pressing uncomfortably against his tongue as the leather contraption covered the lower half of his face.

It was secured tightly behind his head, the straps digging in painfully.

Giorno glowered up at the two men as they released him and locked him back into the cage.

"Sleep tight, little blood-sucker. You're gonna meet your new master tonight."

Giorno didn't like the sound of that, and simply prayed that Bucciarati and the others might know where to find him, because, if not, then he was going to be in deep trouble.

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#whumptober2023 #no.11 #captivity #no one will find you #jojo's bizarre adventure #fanfiction #vampire/dhampir lore #dehumanisation tw #muzzles #supernatural auctions #dhampir giorno giovanna #giorno giovanna whump #jjba part 5 #vampire hunter au #giorno giovanna has a bad time

[portraitoflestatonfire]

This is probably as close as we’ll ever get to seeing any version of the 1.05 script.

#interview with the vampire #1.05 #I’ve beeen trawling the auction sites. even depop #so if you have anything please hit me up! #hannah moscovitch

[oliversrarebooks]

The Rare Bookseller: Auction House Worldbuilding

Since we're heading into the auction proper, I thought I'd write up some information about how the auction house and thralls in general work in this universe. Nothing here is required reading for simply following the story.

The auction house is only just one wing of a mansion in the countryside owned by a fairly ancient vampire. It contains the prison cells, various rooms used for processing thralls (such as the shower room and the office Lily uses), kitchens for cooking human food, and the storage needed by the cleaning and maintenance staff. Upstairs there are some more preparation rooms, the display rooms used to show off the merchandise to prospective buyers before the auction proper. The auction itself is set up on a stage in the mansion's ballroom, with room for a few hundred vampires. The more posh among the auction staff, including Lily and Cecily, stay in richly appointed quarters in the upper floors.

This particular auction is a high-end one aimed at the wealthy and powerful of vampire society. It's staffed by a combination of travelers who go from auction to auction plying their trade and locals.

For a high-end auction, the main considerations when picking thralls to capture include:

Age. The vast majority of thralls sold are between the ages of 16 - 40. Taking children as thralls is considered extremely distasteful. Humans who are too old are seen as a greater health risk. Besides that, many vampires choose to keep particularly choice thralls for decades, and an older thrall means less years of enjoyment.

Isolation. The auction house doesn't want to have to deal with hunters or other meddling humans, and no vampire wants an angry family to come and burn his house down for kidnapping someone important to them. This is why the humans taken for these auctions are socially isolated ones. While the vampires will take people with jobs or acquaintances, they avoid people with close families, spouses and children who might seek out revenge. 

Health. This is extremely important to vampires. The blood of healthy humans tastes better and is more nutritious. Healthy humans are also less likely to experience complications from having their blood taken with frequency. While relatively uncommon, vampires can also catch contagious diseases from humans. For all of these reasons and more, vampires have a strong preference for humans who are physically healthy and well fed, and one of the benefits of buying from an auction house is to have some vetting.

Mental illnesses are largely exempt from this consideration, as all humans will have their minds molded regardless. Addiction to drugs or alcohol also makes a human undesirable. As this story takes place in the 1920s, modern conceptions of what is healthy or normal may not apply.

For this reason, the auction house generally avoids capturing humans in extreme poverty or homelessness, as at the very least many of them suffer from malnutrition. Desperate vampires in the lower rungs of vampire society have fewer qualms about it, though. 

Blood quality. This is more of an art than a science. Blood is graded by an expert before the auction. Some factors that influence the quality of a human's blood include general health, nutrition, favorite foods, and especially the presence of magic in a human's family tree. Any supernatural creatures in the human's distant past will improve their blood substantially. Of course, blood grades are just an expert's judgement, and vampires have differing preferences.

Obedience. The human's overall level of obedience, even before conditioning, will often influence what sort of thrall the human can be conditioned into, which then affects price.

There are other, more nebulous factors. Physical beauty can affect a vampire's choices. Among vampires who like to treat their thralls as companions, personality and interests are important. Some vampires prefer thralls with certain skills to serve the household, such as chores, maintenance, and guard duties.

Which brings us to the different classes of thralls. There are not hard-and-fast lines between these categories, but these are some of the terms vampires use:

Bloodbags: Derogatory term for a human who is unconscious, a vegetable, medically braindead, etc. It's strongly frowned upon to keep these. The quality of blood is considered poor, the human requires assistance with the most basic functions, and in polite vampire society, it's considered the ethical thing to do to mercy kill a human that ends up in such a state. When vampires keep bloodbags, it's behind closed doors.

Erased: Also derisively called cattle. These are humans who have had their personalities and memories entirely erased, and have been rendered mindlessly obedient to vampires. They are capable of understanding and following vampires' orders, although higher intelligence may be significantly suppressed. In general, they are still capable of the basic functions needed to keep themselves alive (hygiene, rudimentary cooking, keeping their own quarters clean, etc.) which makes them a "convenient" choice. This is the preferred sort of thrall for vampires who believe humans have no rights, and those who do not like humans at all and only require them for a meal. 

Pets: Pets are also rendered mindlessly obedient to vampires and routinely have their memories erased, but a little more of their personality is allowed to remain. The conditioning process leaves pets permanently glassy-eyed and docile. This class of thrall is what you would expect from their name -- treated as though they are house pets. Pets are also capable of the basics of taking care of themselves and may do simple household chores, but generally spend most of their days in leisure activities, sleeping in their owners' chambers or doing little crafts and hobbies. Pets are favored by upper class vampires who enjoy dressing them up in fancy clothes and doting on them. 

Servants: Servants are the most lucid among these types of thralls. They're generally allowed to keep the bulk of their mind, including their memories, and are only conditioned enough to make them obedient and loyal. Servants will generally retain whatever capabilities and knowledge they had prior and so are not only capable of taking care of themselves and household chores, but a wide range of tasks. Servants are also capable of running errands and generally mingling in normal human society without raising questions. Some vampires, those particularly sentimental towards humans, treat their servants as companions. This is the preferred sort of thrall for vampires who are sympathetic to human rights (but not to the point of giving up thralls entirely.)

Wild: Some vampires capture humans and keep them completely unconditioned, generally imprisoned or chained. This is generally considered inhumane if not sadistic by polite vampire society.

Some vampires, especially poorer or younger ones, simply feed on humans they find without taking permanent thralls. This is considered risky behavior that leaves the vampire vulnerable to hunters, revenge seekers, and humans who fight back.

Free: It's rare, but some vampires have completely unconditioned humans who give their blood willingly. This is often in the context of a vampire/human romantic relationship, which many vampires consider eccentric at best and deviant at worst.

A respectable auction house like the one in this story deals in Erased, Pets, and Servants. Within each class, there is a lot of additional nuance to how they're trained and treated. The auction house offers additional conditioning to mold newly bought thralls to their owners' specific needs. Lily will be handling this a lot after the auction, and she'll get paid handsomely for it.

Vampires, especially powerful ones, have psychic connections to their thralls. This can be used for simple communication over distance, sharing of emotions, and limited sharing of memories. The vampire is "in charge" of the connection and can ignore or sever communication with the thrall if desired. The thrall has no choice about receiving communication from their master. A similar relationship exists between vampire and sire.

Servants and pets could be restored to more or less their full human minds if they're freed from vampires, although it takes time and patience to do so (and, understandably, they're all changed and traumatized by the experience). It's generally not considered possible to completely undo the conditioning of an Erased, who suffer from permanent memory loss and personality changes even if freed.

Vampire hunters have ways of helping free thralls of vampiric influence, but they're far from foolproof. Hunters will sometimes mercy kill thralls who they think cannot be restored. Death of a vampire's master will also remove some of the vampire's influence from their thralls' minds, but not all.

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#whump #whump writing #whumpee #mind control #vampire #vampire whumper #captivity #vampire thralls #vampire auction #rare bookseller

[edeacross]

🔸Red Eyes🔸

I just can't post one of the versions. Which one do you like most?

If you'd like to have this piece, it's for sale at my friend Zelta's discord. The auction will be hosted until Friday, February 2nd, 16:00h CET

Join here the auction to know more about ToS and rules, don't miss it out!

#husbando #originalartwork #illustration #illustrationartists #anime #manhwa #vampire #red eyes #originalart #original character #digital art #commissions welcome #anime and manga #manhua #oc #oc art #handsome #art auction

[europeanmusicals]

I’d really love to get some kind of Tanz der Vampire merch for my niece who is obsessed with the show. I’m in America, I don’t speak German and I’m not sure where to look. Do you have any suggestions?

Yes!

So this site is based on Germany but they ship world wide and they sell official merch of many German, Broadway and international musicals from CDs and DVDs to pins and posters and tshirts and more https://www.soundofmusic-shop.de/ you can also try looking on ebay for Tanz der Vampire merch and if you're okay with fanmade merch the only seller I can find on Etsy selling stuff is, well, me, not to shamelessly plug myself but I do have stickers, pins and posters I made of the show https://www.etsy.com/uk/shop/emptymasks?ref=pr_shop_more&search_query=tanz+der+vampire .

I hope that helps

#there is also yahoo auctions jp but its complicated to use as you have to use a proxy shipping service and then get them to buy it for you #its compilcated to explain and use so #these are the easier and safer places #answeredasks #tanz der vampire

[purru]

middle class vampire tries his luck at clearance auction aka how Arkady bought Graham back in the 70s

#dehumanization tw #pet whump #bloodbag whumpee #vampire whumper #not set in bbu but contains (non institutionalized) human trafficking #oc: arkady 🦈 #oc: graham 🍪 #my comic #I actually wrote a full auction catalogue for graham but it's too long to post I guess

[caffiend-queen]

Six (Or Sex, Whatever) Sentence Sunday

So, I was torn between posting a bit of the last chapter of The Birdcage, or a few lines from the next chapter of The Auction. Uh... I flipped a coin and here's a snippet from Chapter 3 of The Auction, but if you're following The Birdcage, James Barnes and his Little Bird have quite the surprise planned for a bunch of undead assholes.

But! The Auction, Chapter 3:

“It’s done.”

James barely got the words out before Rowan was nearly leaping on him, arms around his neck and tearfully thanking him. Her angry shell cracked wide open - at least for the moment, he reminded himself - and her joyful, lovely face was lit from within.

“You’re so beautiful,” he blurted, amazed still that such a perfect, beautiful woman had been walking the streets of the same city he had and they’d never found each other before this. Amazed at his good fortune and that she didn’t seem to hate him. That she was grateful. But, he thought, just how grateful?

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A fascinating vampire slaying kit has been sold at auction in a high-stakes bidding war in England. The curious collection of antiques, dating back to the 19th century, was believed to have the power to ward off vampires.

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