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You've been invited to the Vampire Party! 🦇

Hello friends, and welcome back to our fourth annual Vamptember celebrating Anne Rice’s The Vampire Chronicles and all of its adaptations!

For the month of September, please join us in making vampire stuff! Fic, art, headcanons, playlists, meta, gifsets, edits, anything you can think of. Base your creations on the books, the 1994 movie, the show, the musical, that other movie, whatever you want! Canon or AU, get creative!

RULES

1. Each day has THREE PROMPTS in case one doesn’t speak to you! Pick one or combine them or rearrange them, it’s up to you!

2. Please tag your posts #vamptember so that we can reblog them here! If your post isn’t showing up in the tag for whatever reason, don’t hesitate to send us an ask!

3. Find our AO3 collection here!

4. Use of AI is prohibited. Any submissions created using AI will not be reblogged or approved into our AO3 collection.

Tell your friends and share to spread the word! Daily prompts (3/day) under the cut! 

Filled To The Brim / Throne / Urban Legend

Dionysus / Reverse AU / Offered Up By Hell’s Own Hand

Incense / Day Is An Illusion / Pyre

A Human Lifetime / Aristocrat / Night Island Roller Rink 

Hourglass / Library / Who Recused Who?

Mad Scientist / Draught After Draught / Ballgown 

FREE DAY

Unsent Letter / Cradle / We Are Not Painted Things

Glamour / Closer Than Brothers, More Intimately Than Lovers / 1349

 Shaved / In Loving Memory / Guardian 

Lavender Martini / Came Back Wrong / Galaxy 

Chiaroscuro / Wars / Disco Ball 

Dead Dove: Do Not Eat / Peach Fuzz / The Canker In The Heart Of The Rose

FREE DAY

Do Demons Not Love One Another? / Groupie / Dirge 

Maladaptive Daydream / Father / Milk-Fed Catamite

Oak Tree / A Blending Of Sadness and Simple Grace / Prophecy 

 Erosion of Faith / Cigarettes / The Only Time 

Cairo / Genderswap AU / Funereal Spirit

The Dark Is Patient / Pagan / Dinner and a Show 

FREE DAY

House Pets / San Francisco / Runes Carved To My Memory 

 Radio / Across The Stars / Changeling 

 Muse / Talamasca Storage Room / Stupid and Superstitious

Test / Mortal Families / Depeche Mode

9 o’clock News / Old Melodious Nonsense / Psycho (1960) 

Renovation / Adaptive Choices / The Vatican 

 FREE DAY

 Road Head / Hermitage / Lantern Light

Monastery / Pool Party / “First Brood. All that power.”

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David Cronenberg for W Magazine, 2025.

Interview by Phoebe Chen, photographs by Grace Ahlbom, and styling by Tori López.

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Some of the US Editions of Interview with the Vampire. In Order: First Edition Hardback (1976, this image is an anniversary re-release of the same design), First Edition Paperback (1977), Paperback (1979), Paperback (Early 80's design), Paperback (1989, Later Edition of Earlier Design), Paperback (Early 90's design), 20th Anniversary Paperback (1997), Paperback (2004), eBook Cover (2011), Books-a-Million 40th Anniversary Hardback (2017), Most Recent Paperback (2022), Books a Million Special Edition (2022)

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what if we met at a ball and started hooking up in our minds but then i sent you upsetting visions and tantalizing lies and bit you a little so you went "oh i'm so mad" and then you beat the shit out of me and raised a sword to behead me so i'd have to live the rest of my immortal life that way. but i was super forlorn and sad and from the dark ages and also very small with big brown eyes and you went "oh no he's just some boy from the dark ages with big brown eyes and he's so so sad" and then you picked me up and put me on your horse and took me to your tower lair. and on the way there i bent the iron gate of the tower a little bit with my mind to show you i could have gotten in and killed you like whenever. but generally sat there looking super forlorn while your mom/girlfriend combed my hair then told you some prophecies about how no one's ever going to really love you. what then

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VCkinkfest

Book Maharet & Thorne hair-bondage scene below.

Then he felt her hand on his cheek. He knew it. He knew the soft wool of her gown. He knew her lips when she kissed him. "You do have my eyes," he said. "Oh, yes," she said. "I see wondrously through them." "And these chains, are they made of your hair?" "Yes," she answered. "From hair to thread, from thread to rope, from rope to links, I have woven them." "My weaving one," he said, smiling. "And when you weave them now," he asked, "will you keep me close to you?" "Yes," she said. "Always." - Maharet and Thorne, Blood and Gold

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inspired by this amazing art by @hallowedhaunting + submitted for #vckinkfest: collared “Hey-“

Daniel hurries to follow Armand, sweat dripping from the back of his neck and leaving his shirt damp between his shoulder blades. Turns a dark corner and finds himself near blinded on 42nd Street.

The deuce is a riot of neon lights, still packed even at three in the morning. The peep shows and porno theaters never rest. He’d taken advantage of those, once, when he was running from Armand. He’d fallen asleep in the middle of a scene of some guy beating off and woken up to a dead boy sitting beside him, staring at him so cold and unnervingly he’d shouted and scared the other guys in the theater, and gotten both of them kicked out.

Daniel loses track of Armand dipping in and out of the crowd, but only for a second. Just enough time to catch up with him at the corner and hook a finger in his belt loop to keep him from jaywalking and disappearing across the street.

“Jesus, slow down, would you? If I lose track of the house and you I’m gonna end up sleeping on the damn street,” Daniel says. He jerks at Armand’s belt loop, trying to get his attention. “Hey. Earth to Armand, hello?”

He’s got a flier in his hand, too busy staring at it to pay attention. Some place called the Vault. The ad says it’s relocated, and there’s probably an address on it but it’s covered by Armand’s thumb. In the neon light his bone white skin glows; first warm gold, and then, when the lights change, shocking red.

“What is an S&M club?” Armand asks.

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Still trying to improve my drawing skills - might as well do that by drawing fan art ✌🏽

For day four of vc kinkfeast, collared. No, I don’t know either what Daniel did to deserve this. Perhaps he simply asked nicely.

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I’ve been wondering what it was like the first time Unethical Therapist Marius actually fucks him !!! 

As always the Unethical Marius universe is multi-dimensional and expansive so I’m not carving this in stone LMAO but I was thinking like.

I’d like to put this in a timeline where they’ve already been working on some sexual stuff for a while but haven’t properly fucked yet (PIV or PIA, your choice!) and like Armand has started to see Daniel sort of casually and the last few weeks he’s been spending a lot of his session working through his anxiety about it, about how they’ve been hanging out and it’s been sort of flirty but he gets so nervous and he’s too scared to get intimate. 

A lot of this is the stuff they’ve been working on already, like, his fear around sex, his inability to relax, the way he’s convinced himself that his meds made it too hard to come and how Marius has been trying to show him that there’s nothing physically wrong with him and he can come just fine. 

But now it’s also like. Armand feels like he can never get past this stage when he likes somebody, because once it gets sexual he fucks it up, and they see something in him that they don’t like. It’s either too intimate or he gets so worked up that he can’t get aroused or something and it always winds up offending them.

So Marius has been having Armand practice with toys and such in the past but this time he’s like, Armand I think we should try some role play. Why don’t you come over here.

Armand doesn’t question why Marius is hard already just from chatting with him. He’s so obedient as he removes his pants and straddles Marius’s lap in his huge cushy chair.

“Whatever happens, I want you to keep eye contact with me, all right?” Marius says, and he’s getting the lube from the drawer in the side table. He presses the bottle into Armand’s hand. “Why don’t you get yourself ready. And if you start feeling uncomfortable let’s talk through it, tell me why.”

And it goes on like that. It’s awkward as he balances in Marius’s lap, hand between his legs, feeling Marius’s hardon through his pants as he fingers himself open. Stomach in knots as he tries not to look away. Marius even reaches up to push hair out of Armand’s eyes, tucking it behind his ear, making sure there are no distractions.

It’s so perfunctory, too, as he pulls his cock out. So warm in Armand’s hand as he strokes it with the lube. 

“When you’re ready, Armand,” he says, and leans back in his chair. Lets him stay in control as he lowers himself on it. “So tell me more about Daniel. When are you going to see him again?”

Marius tells him, at some point, not to worry about the clock, that he can go a little late if they need to. He’s so patient every time Armand’s hardon flags, and even strokes him back to life at one point. At several points, he reminds Armand of all the affirmations they’ve been working on, has him say them out loud, even as the stuttering rhythm of his hips breaks the sentences apart.

By the end he’s holding onto Marius’s shoulders, grinding himself pathetically, and he does manage to keep his eyes open for most of it. Squeezes them shut at the end when he’s about to come, and it makes a wet spot on Marius’s soft gray sweater. 

Marius doesn’t come, barely breaks a sweat. There’s a bit of color in his cheeks, but otherwise you’d never know. And he’s so polite about it as he puts his dick away, and tells Armand not to worry about the stain. 

OF COURSE, the minute Armand is gone, Marius has to lock the door and jerk off furiously and he’s peeling his sweater off and pressing his mouth to the cold wet stain!!!! This boy is KILLIN HIM!!!! 

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Collared WIP

Kinkfest ~ Day 4: Collared

So uuh, I haven't actually finished the fic I was writing for this bc it's turning out to be a beast of a story that's taking me an age to write but I still wanted to put something out there for it so here's a little snippet of some good toxic pet play in the meantime while I try and get it done

“Down.” Just one single word, spoken firmly as an order not to be disobeyed. 

Nicki’s eyes flicker from side to side, wordlessly scanning Armand’s face as if searching for an answer to an unknown question. Every rebellious thought in his head has dissipated and he makes no attempt at writhing in Armand’s hold. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he’s almost certain he can hear a voice screaming at him to retaliate, his fingers nearly aching with the desire to simply twitch, wanting to reach out and grab Armand, force him off and pin him forcefully against the wall in a reversal of their current roles. But he stands there dumbly, utterly speechless and rooted to the spot in a moment of startling weakness under a simple, yet firm touch to his throat. 

Another silent squeeze of fingers around his neck reminds him of the command given to him. The pressure alone tells him to obey, every instinct in him fighting to wrench the hand away and allow the cogs in his mind to jerk back into motion. 

He lets out an involuntary whine, barely audible to even his own ears, and yet he sees a look of mild satisfaction flash across Armand’s face in recognition of his success in control, knowing all too well he has Nicki exactly where he wants him. 

Unable to look him in the eye for his defeat, Nicki lowers his gaze and feels his legs give in to the demand as, against his own wishes, he kneels down on the floor at Armand’s feet. With his back straight and his hands resting heavily on his thighs, he stares hard at the ground and refuses to look up, even when the hand around his throat loosens its hold and the thumb softly caresses his neck, right over his quickening pulse. 

From the corner of his eye, he can see Armand fiddling with the collar, can hear the way the metal buckle clinks with the movement. He doesn’t dare look right at it, feeling as though it will only make the whole thing more real if he does. The hand stays lightly grasping his throat, still gently stroking the skin over his pulse as if to calm him; his hair stands up on end with each delicate pass over of Armand’s thumb. If anything, the attempt to soothe him only causes him to feel more irritated, but with his neck still enclosed in Armand’s hand, Nicki still finds himself rendered immobile against his will. 

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VCKinkFest - Day 4 - "What if [...] somehow I'd been incarcerated, inspected, identified and classified..."

Repost! Everyone's favorite pair of vampire doctors engage in good ol' medical testing.

In Vivo (3207 words) by ProfessorBonca

Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Fareed Bhansali/Seth Characters: Fareed Bhansali, Seth (Vampire Chronicles) Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Canon Compliant, Fareed Bhansali's Vampire Sex Serum, Medical Experimentation, Medicine, Medical Kink, Injections, Making Out, Hand Jobs, Dry Orgasm, Oral Sex, Rimming Summary: Fareed and Seth are on the verge of a breakthrough in their development of a drug that will allow vampires to experience the sexual pleasure the same way as mortals. The only thing left is a couple of experiments with a live subject and Dr. Bhansali is ready and willing like never before!

Snippet under the cut

The smell of ethanol filled the room as Fareed pushed the cotton swab along his arm. Finding the vein easily with his enhanced eyesight, Seth touched the syringe's sharp tip to Fareed’s skin. His lover’s bulging vein sent a new wave of hunger through Seth. Just imagining how it would be like to feel the rush of blood on his lips before plunging into its stream, the alcohol leaving a faint sting on his tongue. Seth had to put some considerable force into the push, otherwise Fareed’s skin, full of the luster of Seth’s ancient blood, would not give way. Seth wanted to savor the feeling of the dense liquid shooting up and filling all the tiny streams of his lover’s body, wanted his hands to suddenly lose all of their vampiric strength to make himself struggle with the plunger, to make it last longer. But they couldn’t afford to tarry lest Fareed’s flesh starts healing around the needle too fast. Seth withdrew the syringe, almost anticipating the sight of a single delicious crimson drop being drawn out with it. Alas, Fareed’s preternatural skin was far too tough and Seth’s practiced hands far too steady.

Discarding the syringe and the gloves, Seth took place on the banquette next to his fledgling. Already this seemed to be a far better method - Fareed’s cheeks colored slightly, the drug staving off the vampiric pallor. Boldly, Fareed put his hand on the back of his maker’s head, crushing their lips into each other once more. This zeal, however, had nothing to do with the drug. This much Seth knew.

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Day 4 – Collared

Butchfemme Devil’s Minion for day 4 of #VCKinkFest, based on this photo set