#WW2 Era Vampires

[hibiscusbabyboy]

[detectivenyx]

i googled 'summer shirts 2 metres of fabric' bc that's what i've got in that gingham from the last post and of course one of the first results is unflattering fugly shit from shein

and it made me flash back to a thrift shop along the trail to my uni and how even outside examining shirts where i couldn't tell which of the aussie department stores they came from? i fucking instantly recognised the 3-4 shein pieces i looked at.

it's all the same kind of shit; all reminiscent of a bad trend, all made of similar material that's just unpleasant in general. i will look at something on a rack and sometimes go 'oh. oh this is shein' and lo and behold on the inside i find their tags attached.

i know why it goes to thrift stores - so people who jumped on trends can feel like they did something better than just threw it away, but like. i don't buy shein from thrift stores because the quality is worse than dressing myself in actual garbage, old ladies who shop at thrift stores don't buy it because any woman over the age of 45 will be harassed and mocked if she dresses like a 2020s instabaddie, and women under 45 who don't care if the quality of their garments is actual garbage don't buy it because why buy the $10 shein from a thrift store in a colour you don't like when you can jump on their website and order it in a colour you do and in a closer size to your own for the same price.

shein doesn't get a second life through thrifting or swapping. you're better off saving for slow fashion pieces you like and cultivating your own style/s.

[avatarkcrra]

skylines in the Interview with the Vampire title cards

Season 1 (Dubai and early-1900s New Orleans)

Season 2, Episode 1 (Dubai and WW2-era Eastern Europe)

Season 2, Episodes 2-4 (Dubai and Paris)

Season 2, Episode 5 (Dubai and San Francisco)

Season 2, Episodes 6-7 (Dubai and Paris, again)

Season 2, Episode 8 (modern-day New Orleans)

[toomuchracket]

Omg YES vampire Matty night - does he share his whole story after girlie finds out he’s a vampire? What’s the story on how he turned (on purpose, accident, victim of a vamp attack)? So much lore!!

he shares his story right after you find out, yeah!! i think he was human during the late victorian era, to be honest - grew up in a middle-class northern family ("dad owned the farm, but we all worked on it"), was honestly a little bit of a fruit/too into literature and music so he moved to london (the way he phrases it to you is "you know... teen angst. like in lady bird where she says she wants to go where culture is. and that one bronski beat song") and hung around the literati ("oscar wilde used to flirt with me, you know. m'serious. i'm the basis for dorian gray" "nice try, healy, he was blonde in the book" "...ah, fuck") of the era. as it turns out, he was turned by an unknown vampire in the early 1900s, when he was in his early thirties, after almost dying from tuberculosis (ironically, also named consumption); he's like "i don't know why they chose me of all people-" and you interrupt like "because you were beautiful, matthew. you were beautiful anyway, and then you got TB, which everyone thought was a flattering malady - one of the brontës said that, i think - and whoever turned you probably thought it would've been a waste to let you die". and matty thinks for a second, and you worry you've offended or upset him, but he just smiles shyly and says "you think i'm beautiful?", the little shit, and you just roll your eyes and grin like "a little bit, yeah". anyway, he laid low for a bit after that, coming to terms with vampirism and relearning how to be a part of society, which meant he missed ww1, and spent ww2 working in paris for the resistance and chilling with sartre and camus - he stayed there for part of the 50s, then split his time between london and new york in the 60s and 70s ("punk was SO fun"), and spent the 80s back in manchester being angsty and emo again on the indie scene, and he's been in london ever since. all his money was made from an invention, inspired by the punks he hung around with: tattoo ink that didn't dissolve in vampires' venom-filled blood, which he patented and made a fucking FORTUNE from, a fortune that only keeps increasing and means he doesn't have to work and can get away with being part of the nightlife. he's gorgeous, he's sweet, he's funny, and he's totally head over heels for you in a way he's never been before. i love him <3

[sunnylolli]

Can you tell us your random hc about punk england or pirate england?

Oh hell yeah, Anon!!

Punk England:

- He's in a BAND, he is. They call it "The Zippers" for no particular reason other than their lad Trent who formed the band uses zippers and ziplock bags for damn near everything. It shouldn't be surprising at all that he's (One of the two) guitarist(s), either.

- He makes propaganda stickers to stick around London.

- HAS slept in a trailerpark for niche band concerts that nobody knows about, and definitely bought their amateur trashy merch and wears it with pride.

- Does not care for Thatcher (Understatement of the century)

- He and the lads (The Zippers) got terrible, homemade tattoos back in the late 60's and I like to imagine they do reunions. They all collectively believe Arthur's an immortal vampire and accepts this willingly as fact until he tells them otherwise one day when they ask him what blood tastes like. I'm sure he touches the tattoo up with the lads to keep it authentic, because he's going to outlive them all and everybody knows he won't be okay when nobody's left.

Pirate England:

- I don't think generally that when Arthur had his pirate era that he used critical thinking that much. I think he just sort of spent the entire time being under an influence of something.

- He fought with swords like everyone else, but just like that one dude in ww2, I am TELLING YOU he used his longbow as well.

They're in a battle with a contesting ship and he picks them off right alongside the canonfire.

- He got his ears pierced to carry his gold safely, but they got infected and wandered/Got rejected, until they literally just fell off, so now he has funky ridges on his ears from that.

- I think of him as a Jack Sparrow, but I also think of him as a Stede Bonnet - Because he and his crew gathering for stories at nighttime like children huddling up to their mom to hear a bedtime story is so funny and endearing to me. Aside from the stories being of his terrible childhood and early adolescene, his crew definitely likes listening to the fae parts and Arthur scares them from getting too close to the railings by telling them of scary spooky sea ghosts.

That crewmember that likes to think they're tough: Psh, I'm not afraid of a ghostly seashite crawling over the railings

Arthur, eying him for a good ten seconds

Crewmember: .... Maybe I'm a little bit scared of a seashite crawling over the railings...

[somethingsbehindyou]

~~ looking for new roleplay partners ~~

Hi everyone! I'm not new to roleplaying at all, but am looking to get back into it after a little break and hoping for some new writing partners. I only write on discord!

Sorry in advance for the long post:

I'm 25f and have been roleplaying for a looong time. Please be 21+ before interacting (I will be checking and blocking if not). My availability fluctuates, but I’ll keep you in the loop and I won’t leave you in the dark for weeks.

I've been having so much inspiration recently and am dying for some new roleplays. I'm a real sucker for writing deep and complex characters, and very much enjoy writing for the plot and character development as opposed to poorly written smut just for the sake of it. NSFW / romance isn’t required if it’s not something you vibe with, or if it fits in with the rp I'm happy to write smut, or fade to black, whatever you're more comfortable with.

I like writing MxF, and MxM. I prefer writing complex male characters, but have a handful of female muses I adore writing.

I love playing multiple characters in a rp, but you're welcome to play as many or few as you like. The guys I play are pretty well thought out, with lots of depth, background, emotion, and usually a bunch of trauma (please tell me any limits in advance). All I ask is your character is not dry and impossible to work with. If you present me with an overly subby character who's lacking personality, I’ll probably drop the rp, sorry.

I prefer quality over quantity. I can get carried away and write pages upon pages, but if you can only manage a couple of good paragraphs, that's fine with me. I'll try and match your length in replies as long as they're not one liners, please.

I have a special soft spot for horror roleplays, and roleplays which have a lot of plot more than a dry romance between two characters. I don’t like playing the villain / victim trope constantly. I’m not going to write a kidnapper to a cutesy innocent character, sorry. But apart from that I’m open to pretty much anything, so if you’ve got any plots you’d like to try out please let me know and I’m sure we can work something out together.

Very few dark themes are off limits with me, which can all be discussed through DMs, but at the same time I love soft and fluffy plots just as much so please don’t be afraid to ask for anything!

Here’s some tropes which have been nagging at my brain recently:

Cannibal family x prying detective (or something equivalent)

Apocalypse (zombies, plague, etc — I’ve got so many characters to play for this)

Your characters car breaks down in the middle of nowhere and he stumbles across a shitty looking motel, my character is the receptionist but he’s a morally grey ghost who was murdered in the motel 20 years ago

Haunted house (I’m thinking we play a family, one parent and one teen / kid each kinda vibe - or a group of friends on vacation)

Pirates

1960s catholic orphanage with lots of religious trauma

1950s criminal x good girl

Victorian era - I have a thieving conman character who would love to scam your character out of everything they own

Supernatural creatures: vampires / werewolves / sirens (mixed with small town vibes?)

WW2 - I’ve got a couple of injured soldiers to pair with a sweet lil nurse

1930s outlaws

Stripper x gang member

Killer x cop

I’m rambling on now, but I’m open to a lot and would love to hear any thoughts or ideas you have. This is my new account so please message me if you’re interested because I don’t want to get shadow banned, but if not leave a like and I’ll reach out as soon as I can, I might just be a bit slower.

If you’ve read this far, thank you! Please don’t hesitate to reach out with any questions or ideas or anything at all really. 🌸

[sapphire-weapon]

👻 monster symbolism anon here. That course sounds so cool!

That makes sense that they’re more homages. Like I didn’t entirely think the zombies represented anything but also sometimes coding or symbolism happens anyways. Sooo I figured that whether intentional or not, the zombies still end up representing the same fears they usually do.

But the bosses not having symbolism do make sense. I didn’t think there were any but horror is so steeped in it I thought I just must be missing it.

But the homage thing makes so much more sense considering Evelyn’s final form at the end of re7 is literally the final form of the demon in evil dead 2. It wasn’t even a subtle homage. I love that game because it’s basically an evil dead game. How did I forget that fact 😭

But as for eight I should replay that and look into the symbolism. My brain stops at classic horror archetypes.

We got Frankenstein, we got basically a ghost lady and a creepy doll, werewolves, the creature from the black lagoon, and a witch. Personally I like big lady Dracula and the three daughters, because technically speaking the three vampire ladies/the weird sisters, are never listed as his brides in the Dracula story. They’re just kinda there. And some people do actually think they’re his daughters or sisters. And then she gets to turn into a dragon because she lives in a castle and also Dracula kinda means son of the devil but also it can mean son of the dragon so really it all comes together. And then that’s where my brain stops.

Should have found a way to work a mummy and the phantom of the opera in there Capcom.

so i actually want to tag @friedesgreatscythe in this just because she knows a ton of japanese horror folklore, and the monsters in RE8 aren't just classic monsters.

the whole thing with the beneviento house probably was inspired by the history of japanese ghost marriages -- especially considering, you know. the doll is a bride.

i don't know a whole lot about it, but i do know that it is a thing LMAO to the best of my knowledge (and i could be wrong), this became a thing around the WW2 era when a lot of promised men went off to war and died. the marriage was still expected to happen to honor the promise to the family, but a doll would stand in for the bride in order to marry the deceased.

again, i'm not a super expert on this, and i really don't know RE8 well enough to go through a whole rundown of it in context, but. there's stuff at play in RE8 that goes way beyond classic monsters.

[wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee28374728]

Ok, so I just got done with House of Ashes, and this is my thoughts on the first 3

Spoilers under the cut for Man of Medan, Little Hope, and House of Ashes

So I was sorta disappointed by Man of Medan because there was no supernatural stuff at all even though that was the plot of the whole game. It is cool that it's based on the actual case of the SS Ourang Medan(really cool actual ghost ship story btw) and I also see some influence from the movie called Ghost Ship(not very good) and a little bit from JAWS. I was hoping at first that the game would be ww2 era about some ghost on the boat. Then I was kinda hoping they would be diving for the sunk ship and slowly running out of oxygen while being hunted by the ghost kid. But nope. Overall the ending was pretty disappointing that it was just a gas, but at the same time, a toxic gas is one accepted theory of what happened to the real ship. 6/10

Little hope also had a disappointing ending, hut one I like much better for being more satisfing and properly set up and within the theme. This one seems to be more inspired by Silent Hill than anything else. All 4 demons were cool, and I think read that you can get an alternate demon for Taylor depending on how her 60s doppelganger dies. I actually do think this one was good, but after there being nothing supernatural in Man of Medan either, it was a little more annoying than it would be otherwise. But this one was more thematically put together and coherent. I also see some inspiration from The Blair Witch Project, but not much. I haven't seen that many witch horror movies recently. 8/10

I like House of Ashes the best of all of them so far. The vampires were the coolest monster design so far, the most interesting and engaging character relationships. And of course, I'm glad the monsters are finally real. The temple wasn't as cool as the town of Little Hope, but the caverns full of green stuff were awesome. This one seems to be inspired by Aliens, both visually and plot inspiration. Thought that even before I found out they actually were aliens, but that was a better twist than the other two combined. The vampires also looked a bit like the monsters from A Quiet Place. 9/10

Will update when I finish The Devil in Me

[leitereads]

OC/WIP Tag Game!

Thank you so much to the lovelies @paeliae-occasionally, @drchenquill and @the-letterbox-archives (who actually created the tag game - it is such a fantastic idea) for tagging me!

Rules/Premise: Just open the floor for questions about your wips/ocs/creative process/etc.!

As I am writing this, I am embarking in a new creative journey, both by developing my own Vampire: the Masquerade (VtM) chronicle (a tabletop roleplaying game in which you participate in it as a vampire character) and by revamping my old WIPs into something I am truly passionate about. Also, I am developing a solo character for another similar tabletop roleplaying game (Vampire: the Requiem - Eugen Schulze), and it has taken a lot of my energy (in a good way) as of lately.

Therefore, the novel-focused WIPs are still being revamped/researched about, but I have no problem talking about what I have so far.

Seriously, ALL QUESTIONS ARE ALLOWED, from everyone. I'll answer anything and anyone hahah.

I sure will ask you all questions, since I am extremely interested in knowing more about your own WIPs/OCs as well, but for now I will be tagging @yourpenpaldee, @writelikethrollope and @noxxytocin! Thank you so much, and no pressure!

The Apocryphal Truth

I started writing this novel while I was still in high school, and the main character (Dr Edgar Frost) is someone who has been growing up with me. The premise of the WIP is based on Gnostic horror, and I play around with themes connected to memory, reality, consciousness, trauma and loss. It's set in the Victorian Era, and the characters are diverse, in almost everything. Some of the characters are the following ones:

Edgar Frost: an illegitimate son of a British earl, who is searching for a way of joining fragmented "minds", in order to reveal a higher truth. He is your brooding Sturm und Drang Byronic hero/anti-hero, with an angelic exterior, but ready to get his hands dirty if needed.

Cléo: A French-Egyptian orphan who ended up in custody of Edgar's father, suffering the same destiny as Edgar. She is a determined young woman, passionate about the arts, but also politics, and she was able to climb her way to the top through her cunning and leadership personality.

Jacques: French journalist who belonged to the French military and secret services of the time. He had his fair share of violence, and his hedonistic side took him to London, to spend the rest of his life away from the drama. Until he met Edgar, and now he stuck himself to that idiot.

The Immortal Emperor's Regicide

I don't have a lot of material regarding this WIP, because:

a) it is based on a tabletop narrative game as well, so part of the worldbuilding comes from there and,

b) this was originally a collective creative writing project, and I am no longer working with my writing partner, so all the characters they created don't exist anymore in this new version of the story, making it a complete new story.

But the overall premise is similar to the one of The Apocryphal Truth: Victorian-like setting, horror-fantasy oriented. Ghosts, lots of ghosts. Emotional (and blood) vampires. Eldritch Gods, etc.

Solo Character: Eugen Schulze

Dr Eugen Schulze is a vampire character made for a Vampire: the Requiem (VtR) chronicle narrated by a friend of mine. It is set in our current days, in Berlin. Eugen himself is an old vampire (from the 1910s) who was transformed at the end of WW2. He worked as a doctor and scientist, responsible for horrendous experiments associated with Germany's position on the war. Things didn't go as planned, and he stayed in torpor till the 90s/early 2000s, and during this time his ideologies changed (he now hates everyone). With a witty and sarcastic sense of humour, Eugen is someone extremely professional, and he is trying to reach apotheosis through his vampiric condition, by medical experimentation and by following Gnostic beliefs. He is also a great appreciator of goth and metal music.

[tryingthisfangirlthing]

#how exactly is one meant to propose without a doomsday device?

^ @tinknevertalks's tags

Fair. I mean, that's certainly what would go through Nikola's mind. Death Ray in WW2 Era, Nuclear Anti-Vampire Map to Praxis...

There is a 50/50 chance that leaving the Arch Mage and Head Scientist alone in a room together will result in either a marriage proposal or a doomsday device. More likely both.

[kaitlynn4628]

Blog 6 - Mythology, power of storytelling 

I remember the first time I heard Greek mythology and how some gods/goddesses ruled the world and had different stories to make sense of why there were natural disasters or how the world functioned. I remember one of the reasons why Posiden’s story about tsunamis and the only saving point in the whole city was the highest point in his temple, which the waves didn’t reach. The citizens at this time justified it being the sea god mad at them and wanting an offering. In reality, it was that there was a storm and the temple was on elevated land that so happened to be a place of worship. I remember learning about demystifying mythology using our current technology and knowledge, but for the people at the time, it was what they truly believed in to make sense of the world around them and the unnatural events in their lives. 

In the story “Greedy Choke Puppy” the different narration made me think about the different reasoning and point of view to justify why babies die, and the stigma around older women in Caribbean lore. The main character Jackie is greedy for male attention that she is not receiving anymore because she isn’t young and beautiful. It is revealed that she is a soucouyant, a vampire that sucks the blood from the young and the baby because she has this raging fire that can’t be put out. Her victim is this baby and the narrator interjects to say that babies during this time before more medical advancements would die young from different diseases but people would think because it was so unnatural the cause had to be spiritual and through other evil deities. This way of oral tradition and storytelling reminds me of stories passed down from my Filipino grandmother and the different creatures that she would tell me that would lurk around at night. She told me that she didn’t look out her back window at night because the souls that were trapped in the forest would coemotu and get her. In reality, it was her mother saying that because she lied through the Japanese invasion in WW2 and there was a prisoner of war encampment in the forest. These stories remind them that there is truth in this mythology and convey the bluffs of a people before us, and a different era of knowledge. I love my thinly and learning different stories because there is a lot of overlap in different mythologies around the world. 

[iincantatorum]

delia @ damian: “Maybe the real reason my mother was so controlling is because, deep down she would rather have me in her grasp than somehow lose me."

voxvulgi answered:  [continued from X]

"There is a fine line between love and destruction."

The words left Damian before he could even process them, as though they were a knee-jerk reaction. He looked at Delia immediately after, his eyes almost apologetic, but...his statement wasn't wrong. Some people loved their country so much, they destroyed it. Some loved their children so much, they smothered them. Damian hadn't been destroyed by someone loving him before, but he'd seen it happen time and time again.

"Forgive me if I overstep, but...her love must be about you, not about what she wants."

@voxvulgi​

Delia’s tenseness explains much of why she had been closed off and quiet for some time. She was experiencing trauma and had gone into shock and denial upon having to run away and being hunted by those who vanquished her parents. There was immense sorrow that she did not let herself process out of fear of thinking she may lose control. But after so long, she was talking about her mother and hearing Damian’s input made her immediately defensive.

“She has not destroyed me, it’s those mindlessly violent rebels! Don’t act like you know everything.” She protested, clearly displaying a misplaced anger towards Damian. But as soon as those words left her, she regretted them. Here was a man who saved her from those very monsters that plagued her nightmares, and yet she was being rude to him. Turning her back towards him, it felt as though she cannot bear having him look at her anymore. 

“I’m sorry I should not have yelled. I just- I miss her a lot. I don’t know why because I hated her for most of my life, and how she took my freedoms away so I would rebel and make her angrier, but in her anger I saw care. This isn’t... it’s not normal, is it Damian?” 

[crawlinginchaos]

Bullets flew overhead and explosions rocked the horizon as two young men darted across the once-green plains, now stained grey and red with the dust and blood of an occupied France battlefield. The corporal, lanky and gaunt with jet-black hair spilling out from under his helmet, slumped into a ditch, the mud splashing up against his pale skin as his comrade leapt down next to him. Shifting his tin hat over his copper dusting of a haircut, the private held his rifle close to his chest, closing his eyes and taking a few deep breaths, attempting to drain away his anxiety against the deafening sounds of war. The corporal placed a hand on his shoulder, catching his attention. “We’re almost there. Once we’re back behind our lines we’ll be alright.” His west-coast drawl dripped with unnatural charisma, soothing the quaking Welsh teen. The boy slowly nodded his head, getting a better grip on his gun and letting out a light chuckle. “I’m never going to get used to you doing that!” He bellowed over the battlefield’s overwhelming noise. “What can I say, it’s a talent!” “That’s one way of putting it!” The two laughed for a moment before pushing their banter aside, sitting up and readying their guns. “You first, mister bulletproof!” The private called out, nudging his dark-eyed friend. The corporal chuckled, pushing the stock of his rifle into his shoulder. “Any chance we can rock-paper-scissors?” He replied, poking his head out over the ditch edge and yanking it back down with a smile on his face as a bullet whizzed past. “Oh, piss off!” The Welshman smirks and went first, scampering up onto the edge of the ditch and standing. Before the American could follow, the boy let out a sudden yelp, barely audible over the sound of bombs and gunfire; a thin red mist flared out into the air above them, and a splatter of light gore splashed across the ditch and mixed into the mud as he fall back into it. The corporal’s face fell into an open gasp, his eyes widening as he scampered to his friend’s side. The teenager grimaced, holding his hands over the slowly growing patch of red in his uniform. The older man grabbed onto his friend’s wrist, steeling himself against the sight of the blood and pushing aside any primal instincts. “Should’ve seen that coming, shouldn’t I?” The private chuckled, before letting out a hacking cough. He was already noticeably paler, the bullet wound sitting right across from his heart. The corporal flew into an analytical frenzy; it would’ve pierced his lung, and there was most certainly an exit wound leaking blood on the other side of his body. A medic wouldn’t be able to patch this up, especially not out here, and not during a full retreat. A pulsing vein in the boy’s neck caught his attention, and he ran his tongue along the points of his teeth as he made a split second decision, snatching his combat knife from his belt and running it along the palm of his own hand. Ignoring the pain, he moved to hold the cut up near his wounded friend’s mouth. His hand was stopped, however, the private snatching at his superior officer’s wrist and holding it away as he shook his head. “Drink. Please. I can’t get you home any other way.” The gaunt soldier pleaded, not fighting against the boy’s grip for fear of hurting him. The private took his other hand away from his wound and yanked something from around his neck, holding it in a closed fist. “I’ve listened to all your stories. I don’t quite like the idea of taking the long way around. I’d be awful at the whole immortal thing, anyways.” He opened his hand, revealing a small silver cross-shaped necklace, before tucking it into the corporal’s breast pocket. “Hold on to this for me. One day, when they finally bump you off, I’ll see you up at God’s house.” His soft Welsh trill fell shallow and gasping by the end, as he leant his head back and closed his eyes. The corporal didn’t say a word, simply letting his young friend’s grip loosen and fall away from his blood-leaking hand.

He let out a light, unnerving chuckle. Then another, and another, escalating until he was bellowing with unhinged laughter, eyes wide and tears streaming down his muddy cheeks. He violently grabbed at the tufts of copper hair sticking out from under the corpse’s helmet, yanking it aside and burying his face and teeth into the still-warm neck. He slurped and gulped and drained the private of what little blood he had left, the vampire’s body filled with renewed vigour at the satisfaction of a hunger he’d been resisting for a decade. He yanked his head back, not even bothering to open his jaw, and tore half of the dead boy’s throat out. His fingers reached for his rifle and closed around its handle, but the blood-fuelled immortal simply crushed the polished wood into splinters under his newfound, supernatural grip. Standing, he placed a foot onto the edge of the ditch, the bullets slamming into him barely making him flinch as his eyes grew wide and red, and his blood-splattered mouth grew into a vicious, scarlet grin.

When the allied forces cancelled their retreat and stormed the enemy lines the next morning, they faced little resistance. The axis forces that remained laid scattered and terrified amongst the bloodbath, responding to the sudden presence of British and American soldiers with either desperate violence or incoherent fear. From the babbling of those they took prisoner, they assumed the allies assumed they had been assaulted by a pack of wolves, or another animal of some sort. When the Nazi captives insisted that they had watched not an animal, but a man tear apart and devour their comrades, the Western soldiers laughed in denial.

No one man could have done something so violent.

[pushovermediacritic]

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure has WW2-era UV lamps at night be able to kill vampires.

hypothesis: vampires are magically vulnerable to light originating from the sun

observation: moonlight has no effect on vampires, despite being a reflection of the sun

conclusion: this aversion is not a result of light or its origin, but some property of sunlight only present in direct contact

hypothesis: vampires are extremely sensitive to uv radiation

[kurosstuff]

Resident evil: village spoilers-!

I started to think about this last night before I passed out

I've never seen anyone talk about it- unless it's Alcina for obvious reasons-

Do you think the lords just- stopped aging when they were giving the cadou?

Cause like Miranda is over 100 years old and just- stopped at the age when she got infect by the mold(from my knowledge and research she was giving powers of sorts from it before she turned it into what it is today- the Cadou)

I mean if this woman is technically immortal(unless killed as seen) then I wouldn't put it past her when she experimented on the Lords she made if where they stopped aging. Like how she might do if she had her daughter again- what she would 100% do since she'd do anything to get her back.

This is the same woman who trapped a village for her experiments- who better to try a possible permanent revive of her daughter then the people she's around? So yeah- miranda 100% if possible would make her daughter immortal like her- but testing it on possible candidates is safer obviously-

And then make it so she won't lose her again-

I mean take Alinca for example- she was born somewhere before 1914- she's forever 40(give or take) years old forever- and she won't die permanently unless it was from that knife-(kinda like how a stake in the heart kills vampires I think?)

Similar with Heisenberg- his dog tags he wears were from WW2 Era german dog tags- and it's possible he might be around 100 ish years old as well- maybe slighter older

Salvatore and Donna both from what I've read up and looked for are unknown exactly when they were given the Cadou(unless I missed something- if I did please tell me)

So either the Lords age slowly- or no longer age

Idk if any of this made sense- I wrote this out then passed out so yeah

[silentiumdrifter-blog]

This is a post about nazi vampires.

So. There’s a manga called “Hellsing”. And to explain what I am feeling at the moment I have to spoil a few things about its story, which I believe I ought to warn you about.

Not that it is likely to detract from your potential enjoyment of it (or the TV/OVA adaptations for that matter). I could wax on about how it is a beautiful metaphorical examination of the distinction between a human and a monster, and how one can be easily confused for the other. But it is also a story where Dracula wears a bitching red coat, carries two giant guns and fights against nazi vampires. There’s blood, violence, long speeches of heroes and villains, overpowered monsters and epic battles, low brow humour followed immediately by a serious and tragic rumination on the nature of destiny and loyalty, all presented with an absolutely straight face. It is all so deliciously trashy and I love it

But it is the vampire nazis that I would like to focus on for a bit. Not a sentence I was expecting to write, I’ll be honest, but here we are. In the story they are called “The last battalion”, remnants of the nazis who escaped to South America after World War II. They are led by the character who’s known only as “Major” and had been assigned by the order 666, signed by Hitler himself (I said it was trashy, didn’t I?) to lead the research on weaponisation of vampirism during World War II.

But it is not the story that matters here. What matters, is that despite the action taking place in modern day, with modern technologies, stealth planes and mobile phones, nazi vampires look exactly like you think they would. They wear the same grey uniforms and dark helmets, carry the same rifles with the same bayonets, and overall look as if they have just stepped out of the World War II propaganda poster, with even the grin with sharp fangs fitting quite well. Same is true for their commanders, who carry the same medals they carried half a century before, have the same hairstyles, probably the same glasses and canes. When these vampire nazis attack London, shouting about how they see "the lights of Europe”, they do so on blimps, literal WW2 era blimps. They are presented as if nothing has changed for them, only their bloodlust and cruelty reaching their logical conclusion and filling their maws with countless sharp teeth.

I understand artistically why they are presented in the same uniforms, carrying the same weapons and looking just like they did half a century earlier. But it still evokes the sense of their evil reaching such an absolute lack of temporal evolution, being so stuck in the past, that when they come back and wage war again, they drag their attributes from the past with them, dredging artefacts out of the dust and raising them once more. Everything they carry is half a century old, just as they are themselves. They are so absolutely detached from the present, that any change would simply feel anachronistic.

Yesterday I read an article about how Russian families are being notified of the death of their sons, who have joined, willingly or not, the Russian army, and were killed in Ukraine. They receive an official form, which gives the bearer the right to petition for pensions and discounts. Like the pensions and the discounts, these are forms from USSR, 1974. They are half a century old.

And this is not an isolated case. Russian soldiers have been complaining about the weapons and armour they were given, sharing the dates stamped on the dirty scraped metal surfaces. They have written about the stale rations, whose “best by” date has passed a long time ago. About a month ago Ukrainian soldiers published photos of the maps they had seized from captured Russian positions. Maps, that Russian commanders were using to invade Ukraine. Maps, dated 1969. They are half a century old.

Just as with the nazi vampires, I know and understand all the logical explanations, lack preparation leading to the use of whatever was on hand, sanctions making it difficult to print new forms, sudden breaks in the supply chain, and so on, an so forth. And yet. Just like the vampire zombies, standing in the narrow hallways of their ridiculous blimps, holding their old rifles and baring their fangs under the same old helmets, it feels so… appropriate. Of course the rifles are old, the maps are outdated and the rations are stale. They were all dredged up from the mouldy past, held by something that is so firmly rooted there, that any changes would just be anachronistic.