#30 days of night dark days

[fanofspooky]

Scream Queen - Katharine Isabelle

[jasonsutekh]

30 Days of Night: Dark Days (2010)

The survivor of the Alaska massacre is now hunting the remaining vampires but they have a new plan.

Most of the effects are of a consisntent standard, particulalrly the sun destroying ones and some aspects add to the lore slightly. It is at least a variation of the original story rather than re-using the original concept, but that doesn’t mean that it doesn’t adopt those of other vampiret series or film sagas.

Immediately it was apparent that this sequel lacked the experimentalism and originality of the first film, most notably because it adopts the setting of most modern vampire films which is the big city. Whereas the predecessor was isolated and vulnerable because of the extended darkness, this is on the same playing field as most vampire fiction, including foreknowedge.

The lead character is engaging enough and there’s a little variety in the band of helpers, especially in terms of back story, however none of them are conclusively proven and it never becomes practically relevant. At least the film refrained from doing the typical deciet good-guy technique where a friend turns out to be working for the villains.

Several of the death scenes were over far too fast. The good vampire was a major player but got killed off in a cursory fashion. In the same way the only black character gets destroyed fairly early on and even though the main villain is a woman, she gets a big build-up and then the reveal is underwhelming and her death is quicker than the detective who is a minor character.

3/10 -This one’s bad but it’s got some good in it, just there-

-There were originally flares in the script but were replaced by glow sticks for saftety reasons.

-Much of the fake blood in the drinking scenes was a mix of grapefruit juice and cranberry juice.

-Lillith was a character based on the wife of Vlad the Impaler who bathed in the blood of young women in an attempt to absorb their youth.

[goryhorroor]

horror sub-genres: vampire

[mostlyghostlyy]

[bladesofkyber]

30 DAYS OF NIGHT (2007) dir. David Slade

[leifandthorn]

Probably my first real attempt at "heightening the mood of a scene with a Dramatically Appropriate change in the weather."

I would handle the colors so differently now. (Tint the night scenes with blues and purples, instead of just making them darker! Have a much-more-dramatic lightning flash at the end!) But, hey, 8 years later and I still think the framing/staging is pretty good.

[cinderswrites]

S A N C T U M :: 30 Fics in 30 Days 4510 / 30000 words. 15% done!

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This challenge is something I made based off the 30k November challenge. I plan on writing one short story per day every day of November, and since I know I'll probably blow past the 30k mark, I changed the name.

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"Sanctum" is a story about the one person that makes everything feel okay, regardless of what you feel you are. It's written in 2nd perspective as it involves one of my Sons of Night characters, and those characters are eventually going to be their own interactive/character blog.

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:: WC: 1,254 :: CW: trauma, murder, brief mentions of sexual & domestic abuse, mentions of blood ::

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The darkness inside Pierce was something he couldn’t quite get a grasp on. It festered, whispered to him when he wasn’t expecting it. Like caresses of black wisps stroking his face, a voice so soft in his ear telling him…

They don’t belong here. Look at them all, throwing themselves on your friends, your brothers.

They’ll ruin them, too.

Like they ruined you.

“No,” he whispered under his breath. He was sitting at the end of the bar in the clubhouse, far in the corner where no one else was around. Nursing a glass of scotch so aged, it was almost like drinking gasoline. “Stop.”

You’ll save them again, right?

Like you always do.

Wring their pretty little necks.

They don’t d e s e r v e to live.

“No, that’s not t-true,” he reached up with a shaky hand, scrubbing it over his face. “I’m not like that anymore. I-I’ve changed.”

Pierce gripped the thick glass in his hand, the amber liquid inside trembling. His heart rate was starting to pick up, the hairs on the back of his neck were prickling almost painfully, and he was trying not to look at the person that was currently pressed up against Jericho. Completely throwing themselves at the president of the Sons.

“How pathetic,” he and the voice whispered together.

He made a disgruntled noise, picking up his glass and downing the rest of the burning drink inside, wrinkling his nose. He set it down on the bar top with a thud and pushed up from his seat. He was about to make his way to where Jericho was when he heard another voice.

“Pietr!”

That soft and beautiful tone of yours.

Like a sweet sanguine lullaby.

His cerulean eyes flicked around and almost panicked until he settled on your face as you walked up to him. “Hey, you’re here,” you said, smiling at him.

A smile that was like a spotlight in a dark room, shooing away the shadows and dark tendrils in his mind. “B-bunny,” he called you that adorable nickname as he always did. “I wasn’t expecting you tonight.”

“Yeah, my shift ended early and I know Fridays are kind of busy for the club,” you explained. “I wanted to surprise you. So, surprise!”

You waved your hands a little and it was adorable. Pierce’s normally hard-set expression softened into a smile. “I see,” he murmured.

“Well? Come on, let’s go sit somewhere quiet. I have so much to catch you up on,” you grabbed his hand in yours, and the warmth of it sent a shock wave through his entire being.

He couldn’t help but be pulled along by you as you led him through the common room and the kitchen, out to the back porch. No one was out here right now. Usually the others used it for grilling and hanging out on evenings when there weren’t club parties.

You chose to sit on one of the picnic tables, leaning back against the table part and looking out into the field behind the clubhouse. The light remained off and before you both spread a gorgeous inky indigo sky, dotted with thousands of stars.

It was one of the things Pierce loved about Lone River. It was far enough away from any major cities that light pollution wasn’t a thing. The skies were always beautiful at night.

On this rather warm fall evening, Pierce sat next to you, crossing his arms lazily over his chest. His long legs stretched out in front of him. There was a silence between you two that stretched for a few minutes, before he finally broke it. “What’s your news?” he asked curiously.

Pierce listened as you rambled on about the new things in your life, some big event that happened that you were excited for. He relaxed against the table, his eyes closed as he focused on your words, a soft smile on his face.

A smile only reserved for you.

For you were the only thing in the entire world that made him feel normal. That made him forget what a monster he truly was. Forget the moments in time that he let the rage take over, only to come out of it to blood soaked hands, gasping for air. To see another body beneath him, snuffed out like they were a candle left on for too long.

The blood washed off, but the memories didn’t.

You continued talking until you glanced over and noticed his expression, pausing mid-sentence. “… Pietr?” you called softly.

He jerked like he’d been forced awake, turning his head to look at you with those beautiful blue eyes of his. You always thought he was so damn gorgeous, you were lucky to have his attention at all. If you really knew what he was, you’d probably change that opinion real quick.

“Yes?” he blinked.

“Oh, nothing, really. You almost looked like you were sleeping,” you chuckled, looking away shyly. Sometimes his gaze was so intense when it was focused solely on you like it was now.

“Mm,” he hummed, smiling a little more. “I was just listening to you, bunny. Your voice is relaxing.”

“R-really?”

“It is,” he insisted softly. “It…”

Calms the voices in my head. Soothes my inner monster. Reminds me that I’m human.

“… makes me feel better, I guess,” Pierce finished with that instead.

You looked at him again, studying his face. He looked… tired, almost. But that wasn’t quite the word for it, was it? “Are you doing okay?” you asked, genuine concern in your tone.

He raised his eyebrows, blinking at you again. “I’m…”

Drowning in c r i m s o n when you’re not around. A M O N S T E R, not unlike those in the scary books you like to read.

Pierce sighed, “I’m fine, bunny.”

You weren’t convinced. “Hey, you can… talk to me, you know? It doesn’t always just have to be me rambling here,” you laughed a little nervously, looking at your hands and fidgeting. “I want… I want to be able to be a soundboard for you, too, you know.”

The admission made the feeling in his chest flutter with something warm and sweet. He reached out to you, his fingers ghosting across your brow and brushing your hair from your face. “You help just by being here,” he murmured. “With you around, I feel like I can breathe.”

The vulnerable and soft look on your face as you turned to gaze up at him almost seized his aching heart. “Pietr…” you didn’t know what to say.

Pierce’s knuckles caressed your cheek just so. These little touches, the barely-theres, were the only things he allowed himself to do to you. If he let himself give into temptation with you…

Well, there’s no telling what he might wake up to.

And he couldn’t do that. Not with you! Not when you provided him a sanctuary and reminded him of what he was like before Vanessa, before the assault when he was younger. When he was still ignorant to the horrors of this cruel world.

“Don’t stop talking,” his voice was a strained plea as he withdrew his hand from your face.

You nodded a little and turned your face skyward as you picked up where you left off. Pierce’s heart rate relaxed again, and he allowed himself a moment of mercy to lean against your arm slightly, enough to feel your presence next to him. His eyes closed again as your voice carried on.

[baileycatarina]

I need to stop posting art so early in the morning (it is 6:40am) because no one's fuckin awake to see it but I only feel motivated to be creative when it's still dark outside. The remnants of my days spent staying up until 3am...

[dykesynthezoid]

The seasonal depression + major life stress to agoraphobia relapse pipeline is kicking my ass

[fanofspooky]

Horror sub genres #6

Vampires:

Dracula - Fright Night

From Dusk Till Dawn - Near Dark

The Lost Boys - 30 Days of Night

[vertigoartgore]

30 Days of Horror - Halloween 2024 horror movies picks :

#1 : The Frighteners (Peter Jackson, 1996, 1h50)

#2 : The Blob (Chuck Russell, 1988, 1h35)

#3 : Ginger Snaps (John Fawcett, 2000, 1h48)

#4 : Martin (George Romero, 1977, 1h35)

#5 : Prince of Darkness (John Carpenter, 1987, 1h42)

#6 : Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer (John McNaughton, 1986, 1h23)

#8 : Body Snatchers (Abel Ferrara, 1993, 1h27)

#9 : From Beyond (Stuart Gordon, 1986, 1h25)

#10 : Candyman (Bernard Rose, 1992, 1h39)

#11 : Night of the Creeps (Fred Dekker, 1986, 1h28)

#12 : Near Dark (Kathryn Bigelow, 1987, 1h34)

#14 : Event Horizon (Paul W. S. Anderson, 1997, 1h36)

#15 : Fright Night (Tom Holland, 1985, 1h46)

#16 : Frankenhooker (Frank Henenlotter, 1990, 1h25)

#17 : Messiah of Evil (Willard Huyck & Gloria Katz, 1974, 1h30)

#18 : The Serpent and the Rainbow (Wes Craven, 1988, 1h38)

#19 : Bubba Ho-Tep (Don Coscarelli, 2002, 1h32)

#20 : Nightbreed (Clive Barker, 1990, 1h42)

#21 : Waxwork (Anthony Hickox, 1988, 1h35)

#22 : Night of the Living Dead (Tom Savini, 1990, 1h32)

#23 : Fade to Black (Vernon Zimmerman, 1980, 1h42)

#24 : Dellamorte dellamore (Michele Soavi, 1994, 1h43)

#25 : Ghost Story (John Irvin, 1981, 1h50)

#26 : Don't Look Now (Nicholas Roeg, 1973, 1h50)

#27 : The Hitcher (Robert Harmon, 1986, 1h37)

#28 : Drag Me to Hell (Sam Raimi, 2009, 1h39)

#29 : Maniac (William Lustig, 1980, 1h27)

#30 : Slither (James Gunn, 2006, 1h35)

[pleasedontcareaboutme]

i think i finally realized why ive been feeling so damn depressed lately again

sorry for writing this here. im really hurting actually. im not good. i feel a bit helpless too. idk who to talk to bc i dont want to burden anyons and i donf feel like anything could console me right now

Like. fuck me man. thanks for saving me but. why the hell are you not here. i dont want to do this without you. i hate only being able to remember you. i was supposed to grow old with you, not without you.

And. honestly. even with all this bullshit i say here, all the endless times i spend trying to write down my feelings, abt you, about all the pain ive felt my life, it doesnt get better. not at all. and no words, no poetry takes it away and i truly feel like nobody will ever truly understand how suffocated i felt all my life.

and i want to change thanks to you but. i dont know. nothing's satisfying enough.

no matter what, i truly only feel great when im in that daydream like world you created.

and these past days ive been thinking a lot that. i really wouldnt mind dying right now. not at all. because at least i know what happiness feels like. and i want to stay in that state. probably, even in this life your music will bring me happiness, but i want to be trapped in it.

im tired of being so unseen, and even when im seen, im hurting. but i dont know whats hurting. i think im just really tired thats all.

and. ye. i feel brave tbh. i still havent posted my video to instagram, bc im not brave for that. i dont know. and i feel like a hypocrite bc everything is true that i wrote there but at the same time these are my thoughts currently

in a long while i looked up suicide methods again. i feel so hopeful, but im not really sure if really for the future. jm sorry this is probably alarming. i will probably not kill myself but. idk. im not sure actually. i dknt know what to say. i wasnt cut out for this wordly shit.i feel unlovable but even if im loved, i donf want to be. i dont want anything. just let me stsy in this quiet place snd just. disappear. i wouldnt want my family to hurt if i die but i wont know about it anyways. idk man. i feel strongly i could die calmly this time and thats nice. bc 6 years ago i was terrified, and hurt. but now im content and kind of ready idk man. its not a terrible feeling, its a "this is it, it was nice while it lasted" ig.

there are no clouds in my head actually. i truly dont feel like im thinking irrationally, i feel like this would just be like. the end goal i was looking for. to feel true love once. it was nice.

no goodbye yet bc idk how id kms even if i do. But ill tell u guys if i found something.

[dunbonnets]

DARK DAYS, a 30 days of night fanfic

we have two advantages — we know this town, and we know the cold. we live here for a reason; because nobody else can. 　　　　eben oleson

reading link | edited by dunbonnets | june 2023

[everysongineverykey]

my province, which already has pretty good public transit, is getting a HUGE transit development plan implemented starting next year with some of the features coming in as early as january 15th💙💙💙💙 what a time to be ALIVE

[zippocreed501]

...images from the lost continent of cult films, b-movies and celluloid dreamscapes

Young hearts, ancient souls: Vampiric children in horror films

Black Sabbath (1963) Near Dark (1987) Interview with the Vampire (1994) 30 Days of Night (2007) Let Right One In (2008) Underworld: Rise of the Lycans (2009) Let Me In (2010) Abigail (2024)