#formal vampire

[thelatexshapeshifter]

so a few formal versions for my tzimisce Sabrina, a formal Zulo form that she hates and only uses cos her grand sire keeps trying to show her off at tzimisce clan balls... (she views her human form as her perfected form as she made it herself as she learnt Vicissitude and formed her self to her dream transition goals) and a normal human formal look for mixed clan events. (old art) oh and a lore note for her, her grand sire is Vlad tepes aka Dracula tho in setting in modern nights all we know for sure is his nature (Penitent) and demeanor (Traditionalist) so we literally just run him as Alucard but with a bit more of his level zero vibe.

[bluegiragi]

they lost focus and had a consensual workplace relationship

nsfw on patreon

[staticymaticyyourlifeisatravesty]

THOUGHT

What if the entire reason why Sanguinius usually speaks in such a formal way is straight up because he's speaking Gothic and thus a second language from his native tongue. Depending on how his native baalite (or however it is called) is, it could mean that Gothic isn't the easiest language for him to speak so he ends up just coming off as super formal. Meanwhile in his native tongue, he sounds a lot less formal and might even seem crass or vulgar when speaking. Mind you, he can still be formal sounding in his native language, but I imagine it's a hell of a lot easier for him to speak in a more relaxed manner.

As much as Sanguinius probably does know less formal ways of speaking in Gothic, but he's not exactly good at speaking in an informal way of talking because he often needs the formal way far more often then the informal. And if he does need to speak informally, it's usually with his sons and thus it's just simpler to speak in his native tongue.

I imagine with his brothers, he may attempt to be somewhat less formal with them, such as Horus, but his accent tends to get in the way at times, or he forgets the word he wants to use entirely despite the fact he has an eidetic memory.

[seaofdaydreams]

I lied. It was 7 pages. 🙃

[indelicateink]

fandom has said it before and i am saying it again.

vision board 2026:

staged photos we've had so far.

vs the shoulders of the infamous giants they can stand on for s3.

i'm not asking for the cover of rolling stone or entertainment weekly or whatever, but i am asking for...more. what we have is AWESOME. and yet there are new heights to reach ppl.

note: x files & true blood had some famous/infamous covers/photo shoots so i'm pulling from those here mostly. i am crying from the distinct lack of COLOR. I added in Janelle's Vulture photo shoot even though it's for her music because it's beautiful and i was so frustrated lol

if you'd like, please reblog with the daring (queer? can we hope?) POC tv/film photoshoots we can add to this moodboard?? horror genre is nice to have, but i don't supercare. mother i starve

[rjthirsty]

I LOVE MEN IN SUITS!

I just love it.

I can't help myself. I see a 2D man in a suit and I have so many thoughts. I go feral and he doesn't even have to do anything.

I got into Ikemen Vampire in the summer of 2020. The idea was a little strange to me - but this is coming from someone who avoided romance media until my first otome in January of 2020. So almost any premise was a little strange to me.

This was one of the first events that I got to be part of, which happened to be the first anniversary, iirc.

I still remember the very first event in IkeVamp that I was part of and how it killed me. I don't have pictures from that time, and honestly, I'm not sure why. I guess I just thought I didn't need this sort of thing-- until I did. And look at me now!

Only 1800 more pictures to sort through.

[h0wdyydee]

Pretty boy Alucard

[crazykuroneko]

I can't wait for rocker Lestat, so here are the songs that I could see Sam Reid's Lestat sing, themes and voice-wise.

[martin-mathias]

Martin nation… I call upon thee… the time has come to vote on what the most iconic Martin outfit is…

Here are the candidates:

(1) The classic striped shirt

(2) The questionable historical accuracy

(3) The cosplay

(4) The errand boy fit

(5) The red cardigan…

(6) And of course the all black.

[pcktknife]

also while its on the mind 2 juno skin concepts before venture is crazy but even crazier than that 7 genji concepts??? bitch be serious

[half-a-stache]

The basic story is when they get back together, they would go on a date. Marceline would panic and try to wear something close to professional since she's dating a princess while Bonnibel would stress and try to wear something casual and punkish with Marcy being cool.

When they meet up, they laugh at their current situation and have a wonderful date in spite of where their ridiculous expectations sent them.

Happy Pride Month

[trensu]

chrissy the vampire slayer

Chrissy screamed. She KNEW taking the shortcut was a bad idea. A cheerleader in the woods after dark by herself? That's the start of at least three different horror movies, she's pretty sure. But Jason had ditched her after winning the game for some victory party with the rest of his basketball buddies and he had been her ride home.

A hulking man pounded after her. Chrissy pushed her legs to run faster, faster. It was a miracle she hadn't tripped over a branch or gotten her foot caught in one of the many hidey-holes the cute little forest critters burrowed into ground. This was a stupid way to die, she berated herself. Jason hadn't even gotten the winning shot in, the dick. It was the upperclassman, Steve Harrington, who did that but Jason was such a suck up that of course he immediately followed Steve to the stupid party like the world's stupidest dog.

How had the man not caught up with her yet? He easily had a foot on her in height. She chanced a look over her shoulder and screamed again as she saw he was still determinedly chasing her.

She broke into a clearing. Except it wasn't a clearing, it was a graveyard because why not make it easier for the creep to hide her body after murdering her? A hysterical giggle got caught in her throat as she quickly came up to a gravestone. Her momentum was not going to allow her to swerve around it without toppling over and then it would be lights out for her forever.

She took a wild leap, closing her eyes in an effort to brace for the inevitable collision, but shockingly she bounded over it like a freaking star track runner. The man behind her crashed into it but before Chrissy could thank her lucky stars for the reprieve, the gravestone instead of tripping up her pursuer freaking broke in half under the force of his impact.

Chrissy sobbed and continued to run blindly through the empty cold graveyard. How was she still running? She was panting for breath but out of sheer fear rather than exhaustion. The man didn't sound out of breath at all as he came after her with the doggedness of an oncoming training. If she didn't know better, she'd say he wasn't breathing at all.

She hastily scrubbed her arm over her eyes to clear the tears away and in that moment of temporary blindness, crashed into the side of the mausoleum with a pained grunt. She scrabbled to stay on her feet. The man, seeing her cornered, slowed to a stop before her and she turned to see him clearly for the first time in the clear full moon light.

Chrissy shrieked when she saw his face. It was...wrong. His brow was deformed, making his sickly yellow eyes look sunken into his face. He grinned at her, revealing disturbingly pointed teeth. He chuckled.

"Poor little girl," he said. "All alone after dark."

He prowled closer and Chrissy felt panic overwhelm her. But then another voice broke the night.

"Hey, cheer queen, catch!"

Chrissy and the man with the deformed face both instinctively turned to look at whoever spoke. Something was thrown at her and Chrissy caught it right out of the air like some kind of major league baseball player. Her hand wrapped around the object and some part of her recognized the feel of it.

It triggered something in her mind and, with no input from any higher thought process, Chrissy twirled the thing in her hand and threw herself forward at the man that had terrorized her. The thing pierced right through the man's rib cage like a hot knife through butter. The man only had enough time to look at her with surprised, widened eyes before he burst into a cloud of dust.

She gasped, accidentally breathed in some of the dust, and devolved into a coughing fit. By the time she was able to catch her breath, the person who had thrown the thing at her, had reached her side.

"So, you're the new slayer."

Chrissy looked up to see Eddie the Freak Munson. Her grip on the thing in her hand tightened as her whole body tensed again. Eddie noticed and hopped back hurriedly with his hands raised up. He smiled benignly at her.

"What is this? What did you call me?" Chrissy asked, gesturing the thing in her hand.

"That," Eddie said in a tone far too chipper for the graveyard and pile of dust nearby, "is a stake, commonly used to fight vampires. And you, cheer queen, are now the slayer. Congrats! Now c'mon, you should talk to my uncle."

Eddie bent down to pick up a black tin lunchbox he must've dropped earlier and then started to saunter off.

"I'm not going anywhere with you," Chrissy squeaked. "Are you kidding me? I just got attacked and I stabbed someone and, and, and what the fuck is a slayer?"

Chrissy was not proud at how her words ended in a shriek, but the last hour had been very very stressful and she thought she was entitled to a little hysteria. Eddie halted and turned around. His face softened for a moment.

"I get it, it's been really scary so far," he said, more kindly than before. "Being a slayer is no joke, I know, but you'll feel better after talking to my uncle. Hopefully."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Chrissy hiccuped. She felt her eyes get teary again. Eddie huffed, his patience clearly wearing thin but trying to keep it under wraps.

"Look, do you want to stay here all alone? In a graveyard? At night?"

"N-no."

"Then let's go."

Eddie stalked off. Chrissy hurried after him, a deathgrip still on the stake he had thrown at her.

"What were you doing here anyway?" she asked. Eddie rattled the lunchbox he held.

"The ambience here is good for business. Jocks keep their transactions short, with minimal threats. Especially after a winning game. Your boytoy do you proud?" Eddie slanted his eyes at her and waggled his eyebrows. Chrissy grimaced at the phrasing but shook her head.

"No, Steve scored the winning shot. I think he's in your grade?"

"Steeeve Harrington," Eddie drawled with derision. "Of course he did. Douchebag's going to be insufferable."

"Hey," Chrissy protested. She liked Steve. He was funny and he treated all the cheerleaders respectfully, unlike some of the other jocks. "Steve's a nice guy. He's sweet."

"Ha! Hate to break it to you, cheer queen, but there's no way a guy that loaded and that pretty is anything but a douchebag," Eddie snorted.

"So you think he's pretty?" Chrissy snarked back, feeling oddly defensive of Steve. True, Steve could get...prickly...sometimes, but she'd also seen him stop to help a middle school kid find his missing lizard or whatever it was, so she knew he wasn't all that bad.

Eddie stumbled and his cheeks pinked.

"I never said that," he spluttered, eye darting at her and away very quickly. "It's, it's just what all the girls say about him. And he's always strutting around everywhere expecting everyone to fawn over him like he's some kind of Prince Charming. It's distracting. Uh, annoying, I mean."

Oh. Chrissy thought of the trumpet girl in the school band and how she always managed to catch Chrissy's attention no matter what she was doing. The way the girl smiled at her bandmates, the way her brow furrowed while playing...Chrissy felt herself flush, too. Well, that was something to tuck away in a mental box to think about later. Much later. Like, maybe in ten years later. She wondered if Eddie the Freak Munson had a mental box like hers too.

The silence stretched awkwardly between them as they exited the graveyard. Eddie opened the door to his van and bowed dramatically at her as she levered herself in. He made his way around the vehicle and clambered into the driver's seat. The old thing started up on the second try. As Eddie jolted them along the empty road and headed towards the trailer park, it occurred to Chrissy she should ask.

"Why would your uncle be able to help me?"

"You mean aside from being the best guy in all of Hawkins? He used to be a Watcher. He knows how all this goes."

That answered absolutely nothing. Chrissy frowned but kept quiet. She had a feeling Eddie wouldn't say any more about it until they'd met with Wayne Munson anyway.

[foreignswaggersession]

should i spend this weekend:

rewatching iwtv s2 (and start posting my s2 takes)

rewatching feast of all saints (and start posting my foas/iwtv comparison takes)

[thebalancedangel]

Aurelia: Ma’am, I apologize.

Aurelia: I tried to stop him. But when I pleaded with him, he merely responded with, and pardon my language...

Aurelia: ..."Fuck the police, which is you, Aurie".

Aurelia: He then proceeded to throw every piece of medical equipment he saw on the way here on the ground.

Astarion: *maniacal laughter*

Dalyria: *sigh* Oh Gods.

Dalyria: Now I have to justify another expense to the council…

[vampirehizzies]

the klayhizzie hunger games au is going crazy like there is so much potential and so many ideas/lore for them

[squea]

💕 for corn blease my crops are dying

he wildly overestimated the formality of this date. but his mum said he looked dashing :)