#Sexy Vampires

[sucker-for-blondes]

My designs for the reader, lunatic and the watcher from "to promise the moon" @valleynix - author

I took some inspo from your designs and took some elements like the scars, clothes and face expression :3

Reader: in chapter 24 it is said they have a worry or angsty expression. Like they're waiting for something to happen. Also they're not on their best condition so their cheekbones are much more sunken/prominent.

I also put the lovely necklace from our beautiful dani :3 (love her so much)

Lunatic/birdie: I like to think they have face piercings! Especially Dhalia/dimples ones :3 It gives them this badass look. Also eyebrow piercing comes to my mind when imagine them. I could also imagine reader or birdie having a snake eye piercing (More likely birdie)

In the fic they don't have a chain, but I added one because of the moon. To represent the title a bit <3

Also their ears! I always forget their more like feathers (please correct if I'm wrong)

Watcher: like in your design the watcher has a different hairstyle. Their clothes are not as black as reader and birdies, but that's because their fading. Same with their wings and skin. I think because they have been trapped/forgotten for so long, their color has been fading a bit.

I hope you like the designs I made @valleynix ❤️❤️❤️

[shaydh]

when you are making a thing and you want to talk about it but you can’t yet 🥲

[synderesis08]

The Amazing Ingrid Pitt

[foreverknightalways]

Flashback: London, England, 1941 during World War II

Nicholas walks over to the closed curtain. He opens the curtain and peaks out. Janette screams out, Where is he? Janette and LaCroix have annoyed looks on their faces. Nicholas answers, He's gone. Then he closes the curtain.

[you-have-stolen-me]

True that!

Empire of the Damned - The sequel to Empire of the Vampire is out now.

You’re welcome. 😉

[beedreamscape]

I have Astarion on one side and Fuego on the other and they're both biting me bc I'm so sexy and full of blood

[authoresswillowraine]

If you like your Vamps with dad bods, tattoos, and a southern drawl have I got a story for you! First 3 episodes are FREE!

[vivianvixen]

It’s the 3rd of May, so I’m thinking of starting one of those things where I read Dracula along with the dates in the book.

I’ve never read it before but it’s about Dracula, the big daddy of vampires, so I already know it’s gonna be steamy.🥵

[lycrabustier]

Some fun stills from Vampire the Masquerade: Bloodlines: grab a bottle of Liquid Demon Seed, intimidate a meathead, do some hard drugs, and crank up Windows XP to play a little Diablo 2.

[knightvision1228]

Forever Knight video featuring Nick and LaCroix's very complicated relationship and the love that dare not speak its name.

"We are each other. You will always be mine… eternally."

I recreated this classic video of mine from scratch staying true to the original, but also making some improvements and including some special deleted scenes. I hope you all enjoy it! :-)

[simplymariac]

From Season 1, Episode 102 Dark Knight: The Second Chapter - LaCroix and Nick vamped out. #ForeverKnight #GeraintWynDavies #NigelBennett

Just having fun with these screenshots. Sony has all the rights to this screenshot set. 😉

[sucker-for-blondes]

Our lovely dimitrescu sisters 🖤

I tried to stay as close to their original designs as possible while still adding some of my own elements :3

I always imagine Bela having eyebrow and some kind of lip piercing. Sadly the website didn't have an anti-eyebrow option nor a ring labret piercing 😔 but it's close

Cassandra HAS PIERCINGS. change my mind.

Snake bites and Dhalia piercing are a must and I also imagine her having nipples piercings :33

Daniela is not really into face piercings or just likes the common ones (ring eyebrow and nose stud) BUT a belly piercing? fuck yeahhh

Daniela's scar comes from sibling fights with Cass 🖤

[adrianastrix]

Auguste: "Can't we go back to the times that vampires were gory cryptids riddled with pestilence, so I'm not constantly sexually harassed?"

Cidinha: "Dear, never google 'gory cryptids riddled with pestilence rule 34'."

[synderesis08]

Queen Of The Damned (2002)

[foreverknightalways]

Flashback: London, England, 1941 during World War II

Still mesmerized Nicholas gestures to Daniel to go and be on his way. Daniel goes and runs out of the house. LaCroix and Janette run into the room. Janette screams, Daniel! Daniel! Nicholas walks to the closed curtains.

[authoresswillowraine]

Bless Your Heart

[TW: Explicit language, gun usage, blood, death]

The night was pitch black and the smell of fresh death hung in the air. It enveloped me and permeated my senses to the point of being damn near overwhelming. The velvety copper scent was so thick I could all but taste it on my tongue. My mouth watered more with each forward step.

Blood. A lot of fucking blood.

If I had a pulse, it would’ve quickened. My long still heart wanted to pound inside my chest. It was like a wild thing clamoring to break free from its cage made of bone and flesh. Good thing it wasn’t possible.

A warm breeze danced over my cool skin, and whipped my long, thick black hair around my face. The faint sound of thunder roared from a few miles away. The storm was headed for me, not that I was frightened to be out in it. Storms energized supernatural beings and I was no exception. I relished the feeling of the electricity that played upon the wind. I knew it was getting closer with each passing second until it was right above me. A deafening ‘CRACK’ brought me up short, and I shot bolt right up in my bed.

Whoever says vampires ‘die’ at daybreak and that we don’t sleep, nor dream was either lying or believed everything fiction said about us. I slept – even snored and I dreamt in vivid details. Usually, it took me several long minutes to fully come back to reality upon waking.

The storm, however, was very real and had worked itself into my subconscious to play in my dream. The lightning was fierce and flashed brightly in my pale gray eyes. It broke through my new “guaranteed” blackout curtains – which I made a mental note of. That could be a safety issue if the sunlight ever shone through them for lesser or younger vampires. Sunlight didn’t kill even the youngest among us, but it was uncomfortable and at times, painful. It could cause hives or burns in younger vampires or weaker ones. For older, Master vampires like me it was little more than an annoyance. I didn’t enjoy the sunlight, but it wasn’t detrimental to my health in any way. Sunshades were all I required to combat the discomfort. But I hated the heat and didn’t feel much more kind about the cold. I preferred Fall.

‘Fuck.’ I thought, still salivating from the copious amounts of blood in my dream. The craving motivated me to get out of bed and do something about it before it got to be overbearing. I checked the clock on my phone: 3:21 A.M. I had gotten two whole hours of sleep before I was jolted awake. Once I was awake I played hell at going back to sleep, so it was going to be a long day for me.

My bare feet shuffled across the luxurious carpet on my bedroom floor before they hit the warming tiles of the hall that led into my kitchen. Most of the flooring throughout my home was heated. Except for the bedrooms which were all thick, lavish carpeting that matched the rest of the décor in them.

I kept emergency blood in my fridge from willing donors, which after a little heating up, would work. I preferred to feed from a living being, but I wasn’t one to call and request it at this hour. Unlike some Master Vampires, I also didn’t keep a house of willing ‘feedees’ at my beck and call. My modest home – at least from the outside- was my oasis. My sanctuary. I seldom let anyone gain entry, and those that did were trusted confidants. There were very few humans who’d had access to my home, and none who had been there by anything other than free will. I didn’t like to use my vampire powers to feed or get laid. It wasn’t my thing, because it was rape, no two ways about it. It didn’t matter if I was taking blood or having sex, consent was a requirement, not an option. I didn’t bring home ‘just anyone.' If I did that may require compulsion at the very least and wiping their memories after they left me at worst. Both of which would be rape in that scenario. No, I had willing sources and lovers, but I wasn’t up to either this night.

The best device I had found to warm the refrigerated blood was a baby bottle warmer. Don’t laugh, it worked. I could heat it to whatever temperature was my preference without scalding my mouth. You only heat the blood too long in the microwave once before learning your lesson. Blood scalds and because it’s so thick it burns far more than an instant. Luckily I healed almost immediately but it doesn’t mean I didn’t feel the pain.

As I waited for my blood to reach the perfect temperature I mulled over the dream I couldn’t shake. I had a few witches I could call upon to decipher the dream. Villia, my favorite of them all, would tell me that my instincts about what the dream meant would be more accurate than anything she could tell me. I liked any advice that told me to trust myself. After all, I had kept myself 'alive' for over four hundred years, so I couldn’t be too awful at this gut instinct thing.

I had a nagging feeling that the dream was a premonition of something bad. That dark times were ahead. Of course, I hoped like hell I was wrong, but until it happened there was no way for me to prepare. I just had to wait and see. Premonitions were the least reliable of my skillset. That sucked because it seemed like it could be one of the most useful powers if I could harness it better.

I made a mental note to ask Villia about premonition. She’d be able to help me sharpen my ability or have an idea of who could assist in that area. I wasn’t sure why I hadn’t asked her before now. Another myth about us, not so mythical creatures? We were reborn with all the cool powers, like superheroes, but painted like villains.

The truth was, we came over with anything from zero extrasensory gifts, to several but not all. There were ways we could gain extra powers, and none in a pleasant manner. To enjoy gaining power, one had to find their true pairing. Doing that was about as likely as finding a hay-colored needle in a haystack. Chances are slim to none, that is.

Blood ingested; my mind no longer raced. I grabbed my remote and clicked on the television to keep me company. Once upon a time, I’d fallen into the couch potato trap. That phase had caused a bout of depression that I thought was going to put an end to my long existence. I had no idea how people made it their go-to for entertainment.

I had every channel and streaming service, yet only watched enough television so I could carry on a conversation. I avoided mainstream media like the plagues I had gotten through unscathed. If you know, you know. Instead, I kept up on news from independent and reliable sources – contacts on the inside. I knew World leaders, politicians, and their right hands. I knew military members, indie reporters, and had those types of connections. It was far more reliable and way less sensational.

The television now offered a soft glow and soothing murmuring of a random infomercial so that I no longer sat in complete silence. This was the only time I felt the deep loneliness settle into my bones. The stillness of the night and early morning hours when I only had myself to keep me company. These are the hours when I’d love to be able to wrap my arms around someone. When I wanted to experience what some of those closest to me had explained with goofy smiles on their faces. A sense of peace, of wonder, that they had found another being who added to their happiness. Unconditional love for those of them lucky enough to have it. Those relationships seemed to be rare among everyone I knew, however. We lived in what the younger generations referred to as a hookup culture. Sex had become God; love was far down the list. I understood it, somewhat. As much as I craved someone when the loneliness crept in, I had fought hard not to have anything substantial. Sex was easy, and a need. Love was something that made you weak if you allowed it. I couldn’t afford to be weak. I had too many people depending on me for their entire existence. I would not risk anyone else, let alone everyone else to abate my passing bouts of loneliness.

My eyelids drooped and I let my head fall back against the back of my bright white, overstuffed couch. I was miraculously about to doze off when a feeling washed over me. It was a warning. Someone was around the perimeter of my home, and they weren’t familiar. They wanted something, and it had to be something pressing to bring them out in an electrical storm. I was up, gun in the waistband of my pajama bottoms before they had a chance to knock on my door.

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