#jerry fright night

[silvermaplealder]

Umm hi yes I will not be normal about this man. Please and thank you.

[emihotaru]

Inktober day 16: Colin Farrell as Jerry in Fright Night

I kind of can't stand Colin Farrell, don't ask, I don't know why...

Buuuut, there are David Tennant and Anton Yelchin in this movie too, so I HAD to see it!!

[hellboys]

TOP 10 HOTTEST MOVIE MONSTERS (as voted by my followers)

#7. Jerry Dandrige portrayed by Chris Sarandon (6%) ↳ fright night (1985) dir. tom holland

[thatsbelievable]

[talesfromthecrypts]

I have just been fired because nobody wants to see vampire killers anymore, or vampires either. Apparently, all they want to see are demented madmen running around in ski-masks, hacking up young virgins.

Fright Night (1985) dir. Tom Holland

[louisbxne]

FRIGHT NIGHT (1985) Dir. Tom Holland

[slashericons]

Jerry Dandridge — Fright Night (2011)

[taintandviolent]

Permission ; Jerry Dandridge x reader

summary: You have to invite vampires to come inside... you also have to tell them to come inside. Once you find this out, you have your fun with your next door neighbor, Jerry Dandridge.

word count & w a r n i n g s: 1.3K | female reader, smut, unprotected sex, vampires, vampire/human relationship, vampire sex, biting, blood mention, blood drinking, orgasm denial, edging.

a/n: anon COOKED with this idea. hammered this out real quick, I hope whoever reads it, enjoys it! banners by @/strangergraphics and @/anitalenia! gif by @/therottengirl.

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It took you longer to accept that he wanted to fuck you than it did to accept that he was a vampire. All the times he’d waited at your front door, mercilessly flirting with you, but never stepping so much as an inch inside… it made sense to you. He couldn’t.

But that all changed when you invited him in. On a Saturday. You told him to come in, and confessed that you wanted him, too. After a little talking, a little bantering, you eagerly kissed him, and led him upstairs to your bedroom. He kissed you until your lips bled, and then kissed you more.

That was two weeks ago. Tonight was different. 

The only light that illuminates said bedroom is the one that sits on your nightstand, washing your naked body in a golden hue. Jerry doesn’t need the light, he can see just fine without it, but you insist, because you like looking at him.

The way you ride him desperately activates every hunger he has. He can hear your pulse, pounding away like a drum as you bounce yourself up and down on his stiff cock. Which also feels amazing, by the way. You’ve worked yourself through two orgasms, one when he was taking you from behind, and the other while you were like this, riding him. He, on the other hand, hasn’t had one yet. At first, your insecurity reared its ugly head, making you doubt your abilities.

“No, no…” he hums, pushing a strand of hair away from your face with his thumb.

“Then what? Why haven’t you come?” 

“You have to say it,” he hisses out, more frustrated than he is embarrassed. It’s a fucking nuisance if the woman doesn’t automatically demand it. Some do, some don’t. You weren’t one of them, apparently. “You have to tell me to come inside.” 

Your brows lace together, confused. “What? What does that mean? I invited you in already. You’re inside my house, Jerry.” 

He grabs your face, the pads of his fingers digging into the supple flesh of your cheeks. “I can’t… come inside until you tell me I can, understand?”

Once you learned that, the fun was on. Another half hour passes, and Jerry is practically writhing beneath you, his bare, pale chest heaving with exertion. He looks angry, and so you fuck him harder. This doesn’t help the rage, only fuels it. He’s snarling and gripping you like a predator grips prey in its claws, but you never relent.

You open your mouth, parting your lips just enough to make it seem like you’re going to say the words. The words he wants. He bucks his hips up into you, readying himself. Your eyebrows knit together as you grip his shoulders, using him as leverage to bounce on his cock. You utter the harsh C sound, and….

Your mouth closes, and you burst into a fit of giggles.

Jerry rolls his eyes, frustrated, his lip hitching up in a snarl. “You think this is funny?”

“A little, yeah.” you confess, rolling your hips against his. “I thought it only worked for y’know… houses.” 

His dick throbs inside you. You can see the strain on his face and most certainly hear it in his voice. He growls, cocking his head to the side to get a better look at the way your ass swells against his thighs as you buck against him. 

“You’re prolonging this…” Jerry tilts his head back the other way, trying to figure you out. It was one of the things he liked about you, as predictable as humans were, you had little crevices that he couldn’t always reach. “Why?” 

You snicker. “It’s fun. What, in three hundred years you’ve never been edged?”

He huffs out a breath through his nose, dismissing your teasing. His hands crawl their way up the roundness of your hips, claws scraping softly against the plush skin. 

“I asked you a questio– ow!” 

His nails dig into your hips, and the right middle one punctures the flesh like a needle. It’s just enough… just enough of a scent to make him feral. Deep blue veins manifest in his neck, stretching down towards his chest. You watch it all play out, saying nothing. His darkened eyes widen, and his nostrils flare. He retracts the nail, watching as a tiny bead of blood wells up from the wound. He smears it up with his middle finger and brings the one hand up, extending it delicately to his lips. With a loud suckle, he removes all traces of your blood. 

“Sorry.” 

“No you’re not.” 

He smiles, no, sneers up at you. “You’re right, I’m not. Keep this up, and I’ll make it worse.”

Lightning fast, Jerry has flipped you over, pinning you against the mattress. You whine at the empty feeling, and reach for your cunt desperately. You find your clit and rub it in hard, tight circles, keeping your arousal at a painful high. 

He looks down, watching you for a moment. Women like you were filthy, obsessed with pleasure. He loved it. Jerry rounds his lips, and exhales hard through them. His jet black hair is disheveled, strands hanging in front of his forehead. 

“I know you want it,” he murmurs low. “I can smell it. Hear it. You’re ready. Begging for it, but you just won’t say it. I’m gonna’ change that.” 

He hoists both your legs up, pressing them back against your body. The new angle exposes your slick cunt to him fully, and he wastes no time slotting himself between your thighs, lining himself up and with one brutal push, he sheaths his cock inside. You cry out, nails scraping along his pectoral muscle, scrambling for something to hold onto. 

“Fuck, Jerry! Fuck… fuck...” 

His hand is suddenly on your throat, squeezing the sides. Your pulse thrums against his fingertips, and he finds a bullying pace, matching your racing heartbeat. For the past two hours, the room has been filled with the sound of skin slapping vigorously against skin, but the deep sound that fills it now has you whining each time his hips meet yours. The cockhead hits your cervix, filling you in a way that has you stuttering over your words. Already well fucked, it doesn’t take you long to reach your peak again, the searing pressure building in your cunt. It clenches, pulling Jerry’s dick deeper.

“C-come….” Your eyes roll back in your head, lids fluttering with ecstasy. 

Jerry taps the side of your face, bringing back down from the edge of euphoria. You blink, and look up into his black eyes. “Say it.” 

You swallow, wetting your dried out throat. His hand returns, squeezing you tightly. You love it when he chokes you, and he knows it too. He moves his hand to your collarbone, and leans forward, bringing his waiting mouth to the side of your neck. He brushes his lips against your skin, and you shiver. He’s never bitten you, in all the times you’ve fucked. The danger looms, and his hips slam into you hard, bringing you back to reality. 

“Come… come… inside…..” you finally say, the words feeling heavy on your tongue. 

As his orgasm washes over him, Jerry’s mouth clamps down on your neck, and you feel the two hot pricks of pain as his fangs puncture through the flesh. It stings, and then comes the weird, pulling sensation as the blood begins to flow. You try to focus on one thing at a time, but it all hits you at once. Your senses are overwhelmed as he drinks from you, his hips never losing their vicious rhythm.  Your hand drops from his chest, falling limply onto your stomach. You feel your head buzzing, and a deep shiver erupts from your core. 

“That’s a good girl,” you hear him say. It sounds far away, even though he hasn’t left.

He’ll never leave.

[exceptionimagines]

Meeting and Dating Jerry Dandridge

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

(The real ones know about the struggles of the meeting scenario. They also know that I'm kind of referencing the original fright night with the whole 'reincarnated lost love' thing. Also, sorry that this ones kind of horny, guess I just had that dawg in me at the time lol.)

- When you tell people you're not the type of girl to get noticed, it's not some lame attempt to garner sympathy or an admission of low self esteem. You're not pouting at them and crying out for help, begging them to tell you otherwise or to comfort you about the unfortunate state of your love life.

- No, you're simply stating a fact: one you've never really deemed as the end of the world or some egregious issue that you must work to overcome. There's nothing wrong with being the way that you are and no amount of magazines or movies or books will convince you otherwise. You've come to terms with being plain; with being easily ignored, and at this point in your life, you don't really notice it anymore.

- It's only when Jerry Dandridge moves into your neighborhood that you find yourself reconsidering this once definitive description of yourself....

- Due to your lifelong experience of being overlooked, you've grown used to interacting with everyone around you as a sort of sexless being. You don't overthink things when meeting someone for the first time, you don't try to flirt or expect them to find you so attractive that they'll have no other choice but to ask you out. No, you view yourself the same way a little old lady would, expecting people to treat you in a platonic, "well isn't she sweet" kind of way; liking your company but never considering you as an option when thinking of a potential future partner.

- It's why you're so casual when meeting your new, incredibly attractive neighbor for the first time: shaking his hand and welcoming him to the area with a polite smile instead of the lovestruck and giggly grins of the other women around you. You keep things cordial and you think nothing of it when he first starts focusing in on you, always bringing the conversation back to you as you stand amongst a couple other neighbors; the same ones who called you over to greet the man when they noticed you returning home from work.

- At first you think he's trying to be nice, that he notices you're a little reserved and wants to keep you included whenever you seem to get lost in the chaotic cacophony of voices. But then you notice that he isn't really addressing anyone else in the circle directly, that he's seemingly only interested in what you think of things and what you want to say; almost to the point where the conversation is beginning to feel like a one on one talk with spectators.

- You're not used to the attention, not used to having someone specifically drawn to you out of everyone else in an entire crowd; a crowd that includes far more conventionally attractive women than yourself. You're confused when he keeps looking at you, sharing little smiles with you while your other neighbors speak, like you're the most important one there and that he wants you to know that. Your mind races when trying to figure out why he's behaving in such a way....

- It isn't until one of the older lady's on your street nudges you and coos about you having a "new admirer" that you actually consider the idea. You brush it off at first, refusing to think that that's the case; especially when you're talking about someone like Jerry. You argue to yourself that this sort of thing doesn't happen to you, men like him don't go for women like you.... But apparently they do....

- Jerry continues to pay special attention to you, continues to seek you out even when he's certainly not hard up for choices; as though the other girls on your block aren't throwing themselves at him. When he leaves his house, he looks out for you amongst the sea of people, giving your other neighbors a small smile and nod of acknowledgement as he makes his way over to you, meeting you at your car or your mailbox and starting a conversation.

- He hops from topic to topic, anything to prolong your time with him, to give him an excuse to be closer to you, to touch you in some way. You leave your interactions with him flustered, your skin still tingling from where he held your wrist to look at your bracelet or brushed his fingers across your own when exchanging mail. You feel silly for it, feeling like you're too old for all of this giddiness, this school girl sort of crush that's making you weak in the knees and tying your stomach in knots.

- Not long after you meet him, he asks if you'd want to get together, smiling at you charmingly, a touch of shyness on his face as he glances to the ground and then back up at you. You quickly agree, faltering only a little when he chuckles and tells you that "the only problem" is that his house is still a mess from moving. You invite him over to yours and he promises to bring over some wine/beer, telling you he'll "see you then" as the two of you part ways.

- When he comes over to your place, he brandishes the alcohol with a smile, complimenting your appearance as you invite him inside; his smile growing just a tad bit more as he steps over the threshold of your doorway. He looks around, makes a joke about having you help him decorate his own home and follows you happily as you lead him into your living room.

- As your date progresses, you start to think that Jerry is the closest thing to a perfect man that you've ever met. It's like he was handcrafted with the extent purpose of making you fall for him: every little thing he says or does making you like him even more. It's like you've known him for forever and yet it still feels new and exciting.

- When you're ready to call it a night, you're ecstatic to hear him say that he had a great time, that he wants to see you again soon and that next time, he'll invite you over to his place.

- He does so not long after, meeting you at your car one evening and asking if you know anything about painting. When you give him your answer, he invites you to help him decide on a color for his walls, taking you with him to the store once you get a tour of his home, making a date out of picking out the perfect shades. You end up back at his place when you're done, drinking together and watching reality television as you roll different colors across the blank drywall of his home.

- The two of you share your first kiss that same night after he points out that you have some paint on your cheek. He reaches out, smoothing your hair from your face and swiping the fleck of color from your skin with a gentle touch, his hand lingering on your cheek as he stares down at you with an affectionate gaze. Before you know it, you're both leaning in and sharing a short and sweet kiss, smiling at each other happily once the two of you pull apart.

- It all feels too good to be true.... And maybe it is, because not long after, you notice Charley; Jerry's next door neighbor, staring at the two of you when you meet up for another date. You take in the way that he's looking at Jerry and then the way that he's looking at you, at the way he hesitates like he wants to say something. You turn to Jerry and asks what's up with the boy, to which he merely chuckles, telling you that it's nothing while he throws an arm around your shoulders, leading you inside and casting a dark glance towards the boy before he closes his door.

- The next morning, Charley knocks on your door. He tells you that there's something wrong with Jerry and that you should stay away from him. You question him, wanting to know exactly what he thinks is wrong with your boyfriend, not knowing Charley to be the type of kid to make stuff up. He finally admits that he thinks your boyfriend is a vampire and you laugh a little, thinking he's joking.

- He doesn't laugh with you though, instead, he takes his phone out and swipes through photos: photos of scrolls, and antiques, and suspicious belongings. You grow even more confused, asking where he's taken all these pictures and why he's showing you all of this ...until you're shut up by the sight of a painting, a painting of ...you.

"What is this Charley?" You ask, chuckling somewhat incredulously, weirded out and confused.

"It's Jerry's, it's in his house. Just see for yourself, y/n. You'll find it there and you'll see that I'm telling you the truth. Just be careful, alright? He's dangerous." You're baffled by his words, baffled by the entire encounter. Your neighbor has broken into your boyfriends house and found an antique painting of you, or, at the very least, someone who looks identical to you.

- You want to put the whole thing out of your mind, but you cant. You have to find out the truth, so late in the evening, you go to knock on your boyfriends door. You hesitate on his front step: moving to knock then chickening out then moving to knock again. Finally, you decide to just leave, decide that you can't do it, but before you can walk off his front step, the door behind you opens and Jerry asks if you're alright.

- You assure him that you are, telling him that you just wanted to see him and apologizing for bothering him as he shakes his head and smiles, inviting you in as you swallow down your nervousness.

- You try to act normal but you doubt that you're doing a good job, sitting stiffly on his couch while he fetches you a beer. He presses the cool glass to your temple when he comes back, the icy feeling making you flinch, tearing you from your thoughts as he asks if you're alright again. You want to confess everything, to purge yourself of your newfound worries, but instead, you ask to use his restroom, feigning being overheated like he seemed to think that you were; probably from the flush of your cheeks and/or the light sheen of nervous sweat on your forehead.

- You head towards the room you recognized from the photos, remembering it well considering the fact that you picked out the color that's seen on the wall behind the painting. It was a bare bedroom back then but it must be furnished now: furnished with shelves and trinkets and antiques. And a painting of you, framed in aged wood and sealed in yellowing varnish, standing tall against the wall, staring back at you like a mirror, right down to the last freckle and eyelash. It was obviously painted centuries ago, and yet you can almost remember the moment, as though that were even logical or possible.

- You turn to leave, knowing you don't have much time to pretend you're in the bathroom splashing a bit of water on your face or neck in order to cool down. But when you turn, you see that Jerry is already standing in the doorway, watching you as you stand paralyzed in the middle of the room. He tells you that he was worried you would pass out, chuckling almost bitterly, devoid of any cheerfulness.

"What is this Jerry?" You ask confused. You're not upset, not scared or hurt or anything, just confused; baffled.

"It's a long story," He tells you. "Much longer than you think."

- When you finally go to leave, you're somewhat in shock, mind swimming with everything you've just found out. Jerry watches you closely as he walks you to the door, trying in vain to read your expression, to try and see what you think of everything; what you think of the truth. You pause on his front step, turning back around and looking at his face, at the almost imperceptible signs of worry. You gently pull him down by the back of his neck and press a kiss to his cheek, feeling him grip you in return, hold you against him for a moment as you tell him goodnight.

- When you begin walking home, you happen a glance at the Brewster's house, your eyes catching sight of Charley as he stands at his window and watches you. You look away just as quickly as you looked towards him, suddenly feeling guilty; like you've betrayed the boy in some terrible way.

- But you just can't help it. You can't help the fact that you love him....

- Due to his ...affliction, it isn't often that you and Jerry are seen out in public together, so while he's an incredibly affectionate boyfriend, pda just isn't very commonplace. When it does occur, however; depending on your personality, you might just wish that it hadn't.... Jerry is well aware that it isn't appropriate for him to practically fornicate with you on his front lawn, but he simply doesn't care. He enjoys showing off and he enjoys seeing peoples scandalized reactions; especially when they're people who are suspicious of him.

- On that same note: Jerry is definitely a bit of an exhibitionist so you're gonna have to be okay with people seeing you in various compromising positions. Sometimes you'll be aware of it, sometimes you won't, but if you really aren't comfortable with it, he'll try to keep it to a minimum.

- Jerry is oftentimes a great example of raw, animalistic want. He's a very touchy, very affectionate, and very dominant kind of person, so don't be surprised when he's constantly wanting to be close to you. He'll wrap himself around you continuously, kissing your skin and nuzzling into your flesh. The two of you come together and pull apart like magnets, like your bodies are naturally drawn to each other, needing to glide against one another in order to survive. He's admittedly a little obsessed with you, but it's certainly not unwelcome.

- Temple and hairline kisses. He also occasionally kisses you right at your pulse point; though you should definitely make sure that you can trust him before you just let him do it.

- I firmly believe that the way Jerry kisses in the film is not just done to rub his success in Charley’s face, but because he’s genuinely just that kind of guy. When he kisses, he aims to devour you whole: kissing you like you're the only thing that can ever truly satiate him. His kisses are dominating, deep and rough and bruising, and they're always just so ...hungry. He'll oftentimes have to pull away before you're finished with him because he has to try to control himself; his fanged teeth and darkened eyes on full display as he keeps his shred of distance with a lustful smile.

- Getting hickeys from him is a very dangerous game but Jerry is always glad to be on the receiving end; probably even more than the alternative. They typically fade quite quickly due to his healing factor, but he simply uses that as an excuse for you to give him more, lounging around open shirted in hopes that you'll pounce, or teasing you about how they're starting to fade, urging you to do something about it.

- He has a slight obsession with touching your ass but you generally allow it because he lets you touch his in return. Ass smacks are a sign of affection in your household, but they're also a very dangerous game. Your boyfriend can get a little feral sometimes and your voluptuous backside has become his favorite victim.

- Laying your head in his lap as he cards his fingers through your hair. Jerry kind of likes using you as a weighted blanket so it's also quite common for you to lay across his chest, relaxing against him as he absentmindedly traces patterns on your back.

- Definitely has a habit of toying with your hair: absentmindedly twirling strands of it, brushing it back from your face, smoothing it down, etc. He isn't even shy about it, making it blatantly obvious that he enjoys what he's doing and that he see's nothing wrong with it. But it's also so ingrained in him that he doesn't even realize he's doing it sometimes.

- He calls you "bunny" a lot: "my little bunny" or "my little mouse". But he also calls you more common things like angel, baby, babe, princess, and/or honey.

- He likes pretending to be distracted by something, only to grab you and pull you down on top of him whenever you get too close. He likes the little rush of adrenaline that courses through you, feeling your heart beat wildly in your chest and/or smelling the ounce of fear that permeates the air whenever you react to the sudden "attack". It's like micro dosing a drug to him, and it's a fun way to get his hands on you.

- He finds your scent, in general, to be incredibly intoxicating. So, if you're ever wondering why he doesn't just change you right off the bat, it's probably because he doesn't want to lose your uniquely godly scent to plain old generic vampire musk. Be prepared for him to bury his face in your hair, your neck, or your clothes because it definitely happens fairly often. Depending on the day, it either relaxes or riles him up, so you might as well make a game out of guessing which one it'll be.

- You cannot be around him when you're on your period; regardless of how much he may claim otherwise. So much of his personality is animalistic and horny: if it isn't the blood that gets him going, it's the hormones, and when he says he's fine, he's lying. He's also unapologetic about being on demon hours so you can't even successfully shame him for it. Don't trust him to contain himself. Do trust him to furiously jerk it after he catches the scent of you.

- Going for night drives.

- Convenience store runs.

- Laying in the bed of his truck or sitting up on the tailgate and watching the stars. There's a lot of big deserts where the two of you live, and they're all nice and peaceful, providing a scenic atmosphere and a clear view of the unpolluted sky.

- Watching Desperate Housewives together. Jerry finds reality television to be particularly amusing: it's like modern society; particularly the parts of it that he's not able to interact with, all wrapped up in a chaotic and entertaining bow. To some extent, it's like a scientific study, but he's also just a messy bitch himself so it all appeals to him on a very deep and personal level.

- Not having many choices when thinking of date ideas because he's only able to go out at night or in indirect sunlight. You usually go to different movies, bars, carnivals, and occasionally the odd casino or club; if you're interested in that sort of thing.

- Showering/taking relaxing baths together.

- Loves when you wear his clothes.

- He literally smells so good and nothing can convince me otherwise. He talks about your scent, but his scent makes you feel like you're ovulating: out here fully ready to start mating whenever you get a hint of his cologne.

- Getting each other special and/or matching jewelry. He's literally never seen without his, and whenever the two of you are in a fight; or even breaking up, he checks to see if you're still wearing yours; thinking of it as proof that you're still at least somewhat in love with him. He's very smug about it.

- Unapologetically steals things from his victims and gives them to you. Thankfully for you, he typically spares you from the truth and tells you that he simply bought them.

- Always keeps your favorite things on hand and in stock. He survives off of beer and apples like 90% of the time, but his fridge and pantry are full of random goods, entirely because he knows that you like them. Rest assured that if you don't drink liquor, he's got at least one Snapple or water or whatever in his cooler or fridge at any given moment: and that he thinks it's cute that you're so "feminine"/innocent. He just likes looking after you without making a big deal out of it.

- Jerry; probably, literally stalked you before the two of you started dating so try not to question it when he reveals that he knows things that you've never told him before or guesses what you're going to say before you say it. He loves you enough to listen to you tell the same stories over and over again, but just know that he's already memorized every little detail of them; and that he's probably just focusing on how cute you look instead of exactly what you're saying.

- It doesn't matter if you're all dressed up and looking drop dead gorgeous, or if you're looking like you're about to drop dead: he thinks you're adorable at any given moment, and he wants you bad. He also thinks you're especially adorable whenever you're sick, but that's neither here nor there.

- He's constantly acting like your knight in shining armor, using his inhuman speed, strength, and reflexes to make up for any sort of clumsiness that you might display while being in his presence.

- Helping him with his little projects. You know, he always claims that he needs your help, but when he says that, he always just means that he wants you to sit and look pretty while he does all the work. Although that's honestly a win-win for you.

- Jerry has centuries of experience when it comes to learning the ins and outs of appliances, so you can rest assured that he can fix literally anything that you're capable of breaking. A lot of this experience comes from wanting to get the upper hand when catching "prey", but you don't have to know that: you just have to stop worrying about everything and reap the benefits of his labor.

- Making jokes about him being an old man or a cradle robber; considering the fact that he's like 400 years old. Expect him to either raise a brow at you, smirk, or make a downright sleazy comment. *cough, cough* daddy *cough, cough*.

- You can honestly get away with so much just because he likes you; even when the two of you are technically broken up. You'll literally be trying to kill him and he'll act as though you're simply being difficult, smiling at your petrified friends as he says something along the lines of "can't live with them, can't live without them". It's partially because he finds it hot that you're a worthy opponent and that you can occasionally manage to best him: thinking of it as a reason for why he loves you so much.

- You're a victim of the sassy man apocalypse. Jerry seemed like such a masculine sort of person when the two of you first started dating, so you really didn't expect him to be as unserious or as shady as he; occasionally, is. His personality can make him seem a lot less dangerous than he actually is: especially when he's mocking and teasing and making quips at people. It makes staying mad at him or serious in a situation pretty hard since he's actively just being ...kind of a little shit. He's a comedic genius, but when it's in the middle of you convincing him not to kill someone, you tend not to appreciate it.

"I repel you with Christ our lord."

"Do you? ...Really?"

- If you have pets, be prepared for them to absolutely despise him; so much so that the two of you probably have to hang out at his place almost all the time. They simply recognize that he's a dangerous creature and distrust him from the get go, growling or hissing at him before dashing away or trying to protect you. He occasionally mocks them when you're not around; playing into the legitimate rivalry that they have going on, but once he realizes how important it is to you for them to like him, he tries to bribe them into acting nicer towards him; which ends up partially working so yay.

- He can literally lift an entire car, so expect him to treat you like you weigh nothing, regardless of your actual size; especially when he's horny....

- Speaking of: he sometimes gets legitimately feral after feeding, so don't be surprised when he returns home or finds you somewhere in town and behaves as though he needs to jump you immediately; and passionately at that. One minute you'll be cooking dinner and the next, you'll be on the counter with a tongue down your throat. ...You're truly a victim.

- Sampling his blood from time to time; though it's a dangerous game: both because it's addictive and because Jerry goes feral for blood drunk you. It becomes really hard for him to control himself so it can easily lead to him actually turning you.

- Expect your boyfriend to ask for selfies whenever you text him that you're going somewhere or doing something. He gets legitimately grumpy over the fact that he can't take selfies with you. Like he lowkey sulks a little whenever he has to politely decline someone's offer to take photos of the two of you together, or when he overhears you telling your friends that he really doesn't like pictures. He just wants to take middle aged man pics with his PYT!!

- His entire phone is full of photos of you; so is his Facebook, and everyone thinks that it's absolutely adorable, calling you so lucky to have a boyfriend who loves you enough to only have photos of you on his wall. They might be a little confused, because you'd expect someone as attractive as Jerry to post himself, but they certainly don't tell you that.

- When Jerry picks you up from work; a fairly common occurrence, you always just assume that it's because he wants to be a good boyfriend and make sure you that get home safe. And while that may be the case, he also has some ulterior and self serving motives as well. Jerry; while a loving partner, is also still a monster, so when he comes to your place of employment and charms your coworkers, he's not only being friendly, but also trying to ensure that they trust him enough to let their guards down; which is especially handy when the two of you get into a fight. He also just likes flaunting your relationship and making people jealous so....

- Jerry loves you with every fiber of his being but he simply doesn't get jealous over you. A big part of it is the fact that he takes pride in having things that other people want; takes pride in winning, and he knows that none of them have even a fraction of what he does; that the two of you are made for each other. He's a very "I know she loves me" and "how could you ever think that she'd be interested in you?" kind of person.

- Regardless, he still enjoys rubbing his relationship in other people faces and passive aggressively bragging whenever he knows that someone is interested in you; or giving them a knowing look that tells them that he's well aware of their feelings for you and that he finds them very amusing. He's a smug bastard.

- It isn't often that Jerry worries about your safety, mainly because he's an immortal demon who's capable of doing terrible things in order to take care of you. But, occasionally, he'll find himself worrying about not being able to look out for you whenever you're out in the sun. To combat this, he makes sure to take care of all of your issues during the night; or makes you convert to his nocturnal schedule. You're looking at a man who can pick off half a town in a single night just because he wants to: rest assured that he's doing the utmost when faced with someone threatening your safety, comfort, or happiness in literally any way.

- Jerry always tries to stay calm whenever you're in an argument or a fight; he doesn't like losing his temper with you or making you feel hurt in any lasting way. So while he'll occasionally be a little rude or downplay your feelings, he's typically a pretty easy person to resolve an issue with. He lets you rant when you need to and listens to you be a little ridiculous at times; even if he might make a couple of incredulous faces, so you'll usually just tire yourself out to where you're ready to apologize or listen to him explain.

- Because he can occasionally downplay your feelings, you sometimes opt to give him the silent treatment, which he tolerates for a day or two before he's coming over and demanding to talk because you're "being ridiculous and you know it". He'll knock on your door and sigh, and while his apologies might occasionally sound a little insincere; very "alright, alright, I'm sorry, okay?", he usually genuinely means them; even if it's just because he doesn't like hurting your feelings or because he didn't mean for things to come out the way they did.

- He can occasionally be a little manipulative, but that's only because he really loves you and doesn't want you leaving him whenever he scares you with his vampirism or makes you question his character. He's a cold blooded killer so you'll occasionally have some differences of opinion and morality; which is when he turns on the charm and tries to sway you towards forgiving him or otherwise not breaking up with/leaving him.

- He usually tells you that he loves you in response to hearing you say it, but that doesn't mean that he doesn't genuinely mean it. He simply tends to prove his love instead of outwardly saying it; unless he wants to reassure you that he cares for you whenever you're feeling a certain type of way.

- Jerry definitely intends on turning you sometime fairly soon, wanting to spend the rest of eternity with you and guarantee your safety. It's up to you to decide whether you're interested in that. But if you really aren't, I'd suggest getting as far away from him as possible because he's definitely not against turning you "for the greater good". One day, you'll understand why he had to do it; even if it takes a little time....

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Hide and Seek || Jerry Dandridge

Fandom: Fright Night (2011) Pairing: Jerry Dandridge x Fem!Reader Words: 2340 Note: This has been rewritten and reposted from a previous blog. I love the OG Jerry (played by Chris Sarandon), but Colin Farrell's version just plays into all of my dark and twisted fantasies. Warnings: Dark romance. Predator and prey. Vampirism. Blood. Light petting. Possession (or manipulation, depending on how you want to interpret it). Reader is Charley's sister. Summary: Your plan to rescue your neighbor from him doesn't go as planned. He's laid claim to you—and now, he finally has you to himself.

HE MOVED AROUND in the next room. You crept around the staircase to avoid being detected. Completely unaware that he knew exactly where you were. Acting like he didn’t see you trying to escape. Your fear clogged the air thick enough for him to taste it on his tongue.

        You took in the floor plan. It was the same as yours—the same as every other house in the neighborhood. He settled in the living room with a beer and turned on the TV. The volume raised until you could just barely hear your own heartbeat in your ears.

        “Come on,” you whispered. You grabbed Doris’ hand and tugged her through the kitchen. The back door was within reach. You bolted for the safety net. Doris stumbled weakly into a dining chair. The legs scraped along the floor loudly.

        You didn’t waste another second. You threw open the door and all but shoved Doris through it. Sunlight hit them like a beacon.

        His hand muffled your scream as it clapped over your mouth. He yanked you back into him, trapping you against his firm body with an arm around your waist. It pinned you against him like a steel bar that you had no chance of bending.

        “Leaving so soon, sweetheart?” His voice rumbled with amusement. Tears burned your eyes and spilled from your lashes. He rested his chin on top of your head.

        “Watch,” he commanded. “This is what happens when you try to play the hero.”

        Doris stumbled a few feet into the sun. A choking noise bubbled gutturally from her throat. She turned around slowly and locked eyes with you. The light blue of her eyes darkened into an inky abyss. Her skin bled out what little color it had left, transforming into an ashy pallor. Her veins greyed out and spider-webbed beneath her flesh.

        Then she caught fire. Flames completely engulfed her body—and then she exploded. Her skin shriveled up in paper ashes that rained down to pepper the perfectly manicured lawn. You cried out behind his hand as your neighbor disintegrated before your very eyes.

        Your legs buckled. He let you go as you collapsed to the linoleum in a heap of despair. Sobs wrenched from your throat. You couldn’t move.

        Jerry sighed and shut the door. Darkness bathed the room once more. The blacked-out windows blocked any light from filtering inside. Shielded him from the same fate as Doris. Trapped you inside with him.

        The lock slid into place. He had you right where he wanted you. Now you were fully at his mercy. There was nowhere else to run. Nowhere to hide.

        “She didn’t have to die, (Y/N),” he said. He turned to face you, black eyes glinting in amusement. “You did this to her.”

        You shook your head, fingers curling against the floor. “No…”

        “She would have lived forever if you hadn’t come. Now she’s gone forever. Damned to suffer eternally.” He grinned, canines elongated at either side of his mouth. “Because of you, baby girl.”

        “No…”

        “You killed her, (Y/N).”

        “No!” You staggered to your feet and glared up at him. He kept his eyes locked with yours, enjoying the fire still ignited behind the anguish. A fire he knew would flourish once he had you once and for all.

        You gasped as he closed in on you. His fingers grabbed your jaw so tightly it popped your mouth open. Bruises immediately bloomed beneath his grip. Painted your pretty skin with his imprint.

        “I’ve been watching you, sweetheart. And you know what I’ve noticed?” Jerry’s smile seemed to soften a bit as he gazed down at you, eyes flickering hungrily. “You’re alone. No one really understands your struggle, do they? Your mom’s always at work. Your brother is bus running with his new friends and girlfriend. They’re not there for you.

        “That’s what makes your scent so strong,” he continued. “The neglect, the frustration… You reek of it, baby girl. You really are alone in this world, aren’t you, (Y/N)?”

        The denial evaporated from her tongue like ash. You hated him. You hated him for what he did to Doris. You hated him for what he did to the Johnsons and everyone else in the news. You hated him for using Doris to get to you.

       But most of all, you hated him for pinpointing exactly how you felt when no one else cared enough to notice.

        “Fuck you,” you whispered. Your voice trembled in tune with the shivers skittering up your spine.

        He brought his face closer to yours. “Do you know what other scent is on you, right at this moment?” Jerry inhaled deeply, hummed, and grinned down at you like the cat who had just caught the mouse.

        Always in a game of cat and mouse.

        “Your fear.”

        You ripped yourself away from him the second you felt his grip loosen. You sprinted back up the stairs, tears blinding your vision. He chuckled darkly as he watched you scamper away like the little mouse you were in his game. The chase always made things more interesting. It was so boring when victims gave in to death so easily.

        You scrambled up to the second floor. There had been a window in the bedroom. If you could just get to it in time, you might be able to escape. He wouldn’t be able to follow you outside.

        You raced by the bed and yanked on the window. It was painted shut. There wasn’t enough time for you to try another one. His footsteps thudded up the stairs patiently. A slow, casual pace. He wasn’t worried about you escaping. Any route you had was downstairs, and he had blocked you from accessing them.

        You darted into the closet, closed the French doors, and sunk down behind the rows of uniforms he had hanging up. Uniforms he used to gain access to people’s houses. Outfits that often won him an invitation inside.

        The thought punched you in the gut. How many of those uniforms had led to someone’s death?

        Jerry whistled a tune as he stepped onto the landing. Your essence floated through the house like a specter. An ethereal goddess whose soul he yearned to taint. He sniffed the air, relishing the sweet scent of your fear.

        Your heart thumped in your chest like a drum. He sensed the pulse of your blood as it coursed through your body. You couldn’t hide from him. But he was going to let you think that you could.

        It had been a long time since he’d had such an exciting game on his hands. He was going to enjoy every second of it.

        You pressed your hand over your mouth to mute your ragged breaths. You squeezed your eyes shut. His footsteps paused in the doorway of his bedroom. You recited a prayer to whatever higher power could hear your please.

        “Running from your problems is never the answer, (Y/N).” Jerry stepped into his bedroom. He glanced up at his tapestry before sweeping his gaze around the space. Slowly he moved across the floor, making every footfall deliberate. “You can’t hide forever, baby girl,” he taunted.

        He could hear every shaky breath you tried to suppress. Humming to himself, he rounded the bed. The beast begged to be released. To yank you out by your hair and tear into your pretty neck. Feel the warmth of your life slide down his throat. See the light bleed from you.

        Just a few more moments, and it would all be over for his sweet little mouse.

        You felt the tears tracking down your face. You choked back the sobs that threatened to give away your hiding spot.Tucked away into the corner of the closet, partially concealed by the clothes, you feared you would never see the light of day again.

        Would he kill you? Turn you? Or maybe he would punish you. Turn you into one of him and shove you out into the sun. Watch her burn like Doris.

        You didn’t want to die.

        The shadow of his work boots came to a stop in front of the closet. Any dash of hope remaining vanished. He knew where you were. He knew exactly where you were hiding. Knew the suspense was a ploy in his game. Drawing it out for his own sadistic pleasure.

        You knew you had stepped into your final resting place. He was going to take your life one way or another.

        Jerry yanked the double doors open. You let your hand drop from your mouth, releasing the sob that had been stuck in your throat. You pushed yourself back as far as you could go. Like dipping further into the shadows would save you.

        “There you are, sweetheart.” His devilish grin plucked a chord of terror through your heart. Was he done playing with you? Was this it?

        You cried out as he lunged for you. Caught in his grasp, you were snatched out of the closet. Dragged out into the bedroom. You kicked and screamed, hoping someone would hear your cries for help and call the police. Hoping Charley would hear and come to your rescue.

        Jerry shushed you gently, like you were a child, and held you close to him. Your struggles were little more than a pesky annoyance, like a fly that refused to leave his space. He fed on the fear you radiated, let it fuel the beast that simmered just under the surface.

        His hand curled around your throat firmly. He smirked and put a finger up to his lips.

        “You don’t want more deaths on your hands, do you?” His free hand tucked some hair back behind your ear. You flinched at his touch, repulsed by the cold fingers brushing against your hot face.

        You felt your strength waning. Exhaustion warred with your will to continue fighting. What was the point? He had her now, and he wasn’t letting you go. You stared up into his eyes, able to see through the veil of tears how there was no color left even in the whites. You stared right into the abyss.

        “Charley will find out,” you choked out. “He’ll come for me.”

        Jerry smiled doubtfully. Humor danced across his pale features, amused by your continued attempts to fight him despite your subconscious trying to give in. Deep down, you knew you were his. You belonged to him.

        Now you would belong to him for eternity.

        Bringing his thumb to his mouth, he pierced his teeth through the marbled skin. Dark blood pooled in the incision. You watched in horror as he smeared it over his lips.

        “You don’t have to be alone, (Y/N),” he said softly, noting how your eyes remained fixed on his bloodied mouth. You snapped your gaze back up to his, your breathing quickening. Heart thumping quicker and quicker, harder and harder.

        Your blood sang for him.

        “I’ll take the pain away. You don’t have to be alone anymore, baby girl.”

        He watched the resolve in your eyes disintegrate at his promise. You were tired. Tired of running. Tired of fighting. Tired of being alone. Tired of not being understood.

        He pulled you closer and whispered, “It’ll be like a dream.”

        Jerry weaved his hand into your hair, tangling the strands in his fingers, and tugged your head back so you were looking up at him. Tears glimmered against the desperate hues mixed in your eyes. Lips already parted like an invitation.

        Slowly you nodded your head, your resolve crumbling into dust.

        He grinned. “Good girl.”

        His mouth descended upon yours. He kissed you hungrily, pressing hard in a precise flurry of teeth and tongue. His chest rumbled in approval as you moved against him. The tang of his blood infiltrated your taste buds as you desperately reciprocated. Your hands darted up to tug at his hair the more you lost yourself in his essence.

        You barely registered how your shirt ripped away from your body, his hands eagerly roaming your body, mapping out your curves. Your head felt light and airy, like you were floating amongst the clouds. All you could focus on was him. He surrounded you—he was inside of you, his blood coursed through you. You eagerly helped yank his shirt up over his head before his lips claimed yours once more.

        You were his. He was yours.

        Jerry yanked your head to the side. His lips danced along the exposed expanse of your neck, tongue flicking along your pulse. You pushed your body against his, holding yourself close. Your little noises stirred up his composure until the beast had waited long enough.

        He tightened his grip to prevent you from moving away. You whined, fingers grappling at his shoulders, nails digging into the solid muscle. Jerry kissed your neck once more before latching on. His teeth sunk deep into the warm flesh, your blood immediately filling his mouth.

        You gasped and jerked. He held fast, bruising your fragile human form as he gulped down mouthful after mouthful. Euphoria lifted her higher and higher. Your eyes rolled back inside your head while your body convulsed with each pull. Gradually your grip on him loosened until your arms fell lax at your sides. You slumped against him, eyes fluttering weakly, quiet whimpers the only sound strong enough to make it out of her throat. A couple tears spilled from the corners of her eyes.

        Your vision faded at the edges, black edging in like a vignette. Jerry ripped himself away from your neck. Blood—your blood, you thought faintly—covered his mouth and chin. He pinned you against him with his arm behind your back, putting his hand back in your hair to make you look up at him.

        “The loneliness stops here, sweetheart,” he said gently, watching how you struggled to keep your eyes open. Noting how much fairer your skin seemed now that he had drained you. “I’m here now.”

        Jerry kissed you again. Soft and tender, like a lover.

        The world went dark.

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fright night 2011 makes no sense because you're telling me they have slutty vampire colin farrell and i'm supposed to be like nooo slutty vampire colin farrell don't bite me ?? bc i won't!

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i really love fright night 2011 so here's some much needed jerry dandridge hc's! i hope you enjoyed these. lemme know what you thought of them! - mae

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disclaimer: THERE ARE 18+ PARTS IN THIS PIECE SO MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI!!!! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!!!!

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Dating Jerry Dandridge (2011) Hc's:

° "Dating" is a very stretched word when it comes to Jerry. Being a vampire makes it impossible for him to love like a human would, because of his dark nature having warped him greatly over the years. It's more probable for him to "possess" you as he views you more like a human pet than an actual partner. After all, he is much stronger, faster and possesses far more superior abilities.

° However, just because he can't love like a human, doesn't mean he won't have the outside world believing he can't. To everyone else you seem like a normal, happy and loved up couple. But truthfully,- behind closed doors -, you're anything but that. Jerry is excellent at deceiving, almost to the point that when you're in public, you seem to forget yourself. Even now he takes pleasure in deceiving you, but truthfully it's more for the necessity of keeping up appearances: Your gullible nature is just an added bonus.

° Jerry most likely had the intention of turning you to replenish his ranks, but he found you more resourceful alive... for now that is.

° For instance, you probably will fall into the role of being a daytime protector of sorts for Jerry. Your job is to ensure that pesky nosed neighbours (particularly teenage brats like Charlie) don't go digging where they shouldn't. You need to take your job seriously, otherwise it puts Jerry at risk; and when Jerry is at risk, he gets extra grouchy.

° But you're good to him - usually -. Now where that at first was out of necessity, currently it is due to some strange culmination of love and fear. Jerry rewards you plentifully in many ways (usually with his boundless sex appeal), but he also knows how to punish you. You long ago stopped attempting to escape him, accepting your fate that you're stuck with Jerry. You know only two outcomes will come from this: Death or Rebirth.

° However he does like to spice things up a bit. He doesn't like you always being a goody-goody.

° Even though Jerry is a cruel creature of the night, and where he is dark and terrifying, there are also good things about him. He can make you feel on top of the world, like you're the only person that matters - so long as you never interfere with his quest to form and expand his tribe of vampires.

° With that I will add that Jerry also does not allow his fledgling vampires to go anywhere near you. Fraternizing with you of any accord is prohibited, because (for now) you are worth more to him alive than dead or immortal. This is solely why you're never allowed in the basement or in the home yourself. In all honesty, Jerry has really grown fond of you. The thought of you dying no longer appeases him. He wants you safe and sound... Well as safe and sound as you can be whilst in his clutches. He does like to have fun with you.

° Following off that point, Jerry is actually extremely protective of you. Anyone dumb enough to mess with you (even mildly) will be dealt with accordingly (and my friend, it gets very messy indeed).

° God forbid if any of his fledgling tribe members are dumb enough to attack you (particularly if they have escaped without his knowledge). They're given the special treatment of being catapulted into the fiery pits of Hell much sooner than he would have originally wanted. But that's what they get for defying his rules.

° We also know already that Jerry is possessive of you. You're his, no one else's. So lets say a clueless person tries to flirt with you - you know they're not going to live much longer. Hell, after Jerry has grown fond of you, he may struggle to understand harmless small talk for genuine romantic interest. Where he can happily dish out all of the flirtatious charm to his female prey, he does not appreciate if someone else showers you in the same treatment. God forbid if you reciprocate it too when he hasn't asked you to. You know, for the means of strategy to bring more people into his immortal club.

° In public, Jerry is very hands on with his PDA. Almost to the point where it can become gross and somewhat sleazy (depending on what role he is playing in the new town or city). It never fails to make you laugh, though as he flirts with you. He makes you feel forever alive.

° One thing is for certain, you never have to fear anyone or anything when Jerry is in your life. The only danger you really need to worry about is him - so you have more than a healthy dose of fear. Not that he would harm you, but Jerry has quite the temper - one that you'd much prefer to steer clear of. So when he's in one of his moods when things aren't going to plan, you stick to another area of the house or tend to the garden out back when the rays of sunshine prohibit him from going outside.

° Your relationship is going to be mainly physical, but that's only because that's how Jerry's able to show his "love" for you. His fondness is shown through sex and there's a lot of it. There's just something about the way you attempt to swat him away, but yet you beg for more shortly after that stirs up something crazy in him. He has to remember to pace himself so he doesn't break you - no matter how tempting the latter is.

° With all of his sleazy charm and physicality, he does have some soft moments. Those are more reserved for special moments or times where you're both alone - safe from the nosy eyes and ears of others. It's not that they're impossible to manifest, but that it usually takes something for them to occur. Examples could be; after a dangerous moment that you both narrowly missed, you have been very good for him for an extended period of time, etc.

° He much prefers to tease you though. He's very good at it, and is awfully witty. He also likes it when you tease him back about the persona he shows the outside world. He likes the banter you share - even for a human you've got some spice to you, and Jerry likes his partner spicy.

° Another thing he likes to do is scare you. Typically in the jump scare fashion. You never know when it'll happen, but it never fails to scare the hell right out of you. He also enjoys chasing you too. There's just something about psychological terror that turns him on endlessly. He has a naturally high prey drive, but attached to that is also a sexual appetite unlike any other. Your specific brand of fear exhibits a scent he's grown both used to and extremely fond of. He never gets bored of it though. That's most likely because he savours it, providing a game of how long he can keep himself from quenching his thirst the traditional way. You're almost too good not to eat.

° Following from that point, it really is true that he doesn't feed from you in a traditional sense. It's hard for him to control himself, but driving his fangs into your flesh, placing his lips on your wounds or simply licking said wounds can turn you. Vampirism is spread through his saliva in open wounds, much like a parasite infecting someone. This makes it hard when he gets your blood pumping or when you have clumsy moments like when you accidentally get cut, etc. He's grown better at fighting the urge - even though your eyes beg him to bite you.

° Instead he settles for blood letting. He pours it right into a crystal glass. It almost amuses you how he devours it, licking the rim of the glass clean before sticking his finger inside the glass to get to those hard to reach places. You don't really get why he does it, but that's just a testament to your mortality and aversion for consuming blood.

° Speaking of your blood, it doesn't disappoint. It's a treat he enjoys savouring as he doesn't get it often - when he isn't being greedy. Bonus points if you were frightened just before he consumed it. He just has to repay the favour… over and over again. Fear is the greatest flavour to a vampire.

° After he tends to any of your wounds. If he has taken too much, then there's that softer part of him that will take care of you. Your diet is rich in iron and other vitamins that help keep your blood and health strong. Where this first came from a necessity to keep you alive, he now does so out of fondness. You may not understand it much, protesting that you can take care of yourself, Jerry won't hear of it. It's his ritual after all, one of the only moments where he can show a softer part of him to you. To convey that in his strange way he might actually love you.

° Jerry is four hundred years old. He knows many things and if you're willing, he passes his knowledge onto you. He's a bored immortal though, so he likes to mess with you, but over time you become less gullible. In his eyes, if you wanted to know more about these things then you should have come into his life when he wasn't bored and so twisted. He knows though that one day he'll mellow out again and by that time, you'll be immortal; so he has all the time in the world to teach you things.

° I think with you around, Jerry is more likely to actually sleep throughout the day. You find it strange that he heads to the basement, but you just think he has a coffin down there since there's no bed upstairs. That is until you realise he sleeps in the literal ground when he rises with dirt covering him head to toe.

° There is absolutely no digging your pesky, mortal nose in the basement or in his private room of his tribes knowledge. He only let's you see the latter when he trusts you enough not to run and tell the entire world. The former isn't until he's ready to turn you into a vampire. So in this case, curiosity would definitely kill the cat - the cat being you. It's best to remain in your jurisdiction.

° If he finds you digging, he considers that meddling and he's not privy to nosy people. If you haven't angered him enough, then he won't kill you, but he may punish you. Especially if you rise up against him with the likes of Charlie...

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Fright Night (1985) dir. Tom Holland

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“Welcome to Fright Night… for real”🦇 Wanted to do this figure scene for ages, but unlike others I’ve done I had to make the figure too! Stained glass window drawn digitally and printed on film, with cardboard, chipboard, paint, wood laminate, inside a 10”x11”x4” shoebox (with a couple of my tattoo flash pieces decoupaged on). Process pics in a highlight on my instagram.