#dinner for vampires
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magickgirl786 · 30 days ago
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Before Joy’s book came out, I remember reading somewhere that Sophia and Hilarie were annoyed at Joy for writing about the show in the book since allegedly the three of them were going to write a tell-all together about the show
And this might have been one of the reasons that they had a fallout and honestly after reading Joy’s book, she didn’t even really mention a lot about the show and only mentioned it to talk about how she felt so disconnected or to talk about how the cast/crew all knew she was a part of a cult
so even after the book, they honestly could have easily still written a tell-all about the show without all this drama like Sophia and Hilarie clearly overreacted (and especially Hilarie because girl needs to get her eyes checked when those book covers are in no way similar lol)
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earnmysong · 29 days ago
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*opens bethany joy lenz's memoir*
*sees no weapons/no friends/no hope buffy quote*
*weeps*
ohhhh, we're in for it here, friends!
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lolapath · 8 months ago
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Ahhh my favourite drink 🍷 the og post (Ig?)
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petrowriting · 5 months ago
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the revelation that claudia’s rebirth was such a twisted and horrible moment, with louis dragging her like she was a thing, a stranger who neither of them knew but he kept saying over and over “our daughter, our beautiful little daughter” to lestat, really solidified the way she was never the main character of her own story. she was always an accessory to some or the other of louis’ whims: his guilt, his loneliness, his conflict of being a killer, his rocky relationship with lestat. there was love there, love from both her fathers, but it was never enough. lestat saw her too much as a wretched mirror held up to his own self, and louis was always too steeped in his own feelings to care enough about hers. claudia’s story truly was the greatest tragedy in this tale, treated horribly by every man around her, even her fathers, relentlessly exploited and brutally ignored, always second and never first. the only one who loved her the way she deserved to be loved was madeleine, and the moment she truly had her, her happiness was torn from her. and just before she died, she got to see someone actually choose her in her entirety, not for what she can be but for who she is, and it still wasn’t enough. she still burned alive in the sunlight. the love was there, but it wasn’t enough to save her.
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sayxit · 5 months ago
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Lovers Bond
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hobermallowed · 5 months ago
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i’m still laughing
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qifreyplushie · 8 months ago
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i beg you, eat me up. want me down to my marrow. 💘
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numbuh424 · 5 months ago
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TW // Blood
Lawlight Week Day 5 - "Sharing Food / Cannibalism"
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choccy-milky · 5 months ago
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HAPPY LATE BDAY TO @the-ozzie's MILLIE 🎉 crackhead collage of her and clora bc theyre besties💖👯
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sleepy-mocha · 1 year ago
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Girl dinner✨
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omenics · 1 year ago
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YAY I'm glad you want to write vamps!! I always welcome more Castlevania Dracula x reader content! feel free to choose the general scenarios, but if you're comfortable writing it I'd love to hear about how he handles being tempted by your blood 👀
𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐀.
› ..your taste is like ambrosia, the nectar of the gods. gn reader. — i got carried away with this guys vampires draw out the worst in me LMAO. if this is too intimate and eyebrow raising im sorry i love vampires and their stupid metaphorical actions for romance.
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Dracula is ancient. He is old. He has walked the earth for centuries, and has learned to ease his bloodlust. Yes, he is very well-acquainted with the temptations that comes with vampirism, and he does his best to keep his fangs clean, for he is mot the man he once was.
It is enticing. The smell that emits from your pretty pulse points, the way your heartbeat echoes and reverberates off of the castle walls drive his bloodlust farther. But he holds back. He will not succumb to his primal instincts. Not yet, at least.
But the day will come. He knows it will, for when your neck flaunts itself through the collar of your clothes he feels his façade slip and his hunger grow.
So the day comes, he holds a hand gingerly and sinks his teeth into your wrist. No, it is not the neck, but he feels like this is more appropriate than biting you in such an intimate place. He would not do anything you did not wish and would take it slowly, which is why his fangs would dip into the supple skin of your wrist; to ease you into the puncturing pain that will become familiar to you.
To Vlad, the act is intimate. He savours it, taking his time to ensure comfort and relish in the taste, smell, and essence. So when the time comes and his fangs graze your neck, he feels your pulse quicken under his lips, and his hand would make its way to the side of your head and softly entangle it in your hair, craning your head to the side for better access. Agonizingly slow his fangs would pierce into your flesh, drinking like a starved dog.
If he could he would stay there for eternity, to bleed you dry because your blood tastes like ambrosia, the food of the gods. He will not succumb to such basic and primal instincts no matter how much he wants to. He will not become more of a monster than he already is. Instead he would drink in the gasps that leave you, the pained hitch in your breath when he punctures your neck. He would not try to soothe you, too drunk on the taste he neglected for so long.
But the way it tastes on his tongue would drive him mad. It would simultaneously ease his bloodlust and drive it, making him want more. Enticing you were, so utterly cruel, but he would not lose himself in your scent. He would not allow it. You would not be a personal blood-bank for him, you are so much more than that.
You are his Achilles heel with your sweet taste. You would make him crumble to his knees just for a taste. He is weak for you, your scent and your smell. He becomes nothing more than a starved man when his fangs puncture your neck and tongue lap up the sweet, sweet nectar that oozes out and down your sweet skin.
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iwtv-az-hours · 6 months ago
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She's really looking like this at another man with a husband sitting across from her. Baddie
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sttinkky · 7 months ago
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Everybody, Everybody, Everybody dįes!
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ryuusea · 2 months ago
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Vampire Liam sketch because it’s almost October… sensei pls show us him again
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lunamoth14 · 5 months ago
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The clean version of vampire money has me in tears 😭😭 Idk if I’ll ever recover from hearing mikey just say “ready” or the “321 we came to suck”
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sayxit · 5 months ago
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Spaghetti
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