#vampire holiday

[thewaywardmoon]

So, day three in Edinburgh...

I’m starting the day at Greyfriar’s Kirkyard, which is a medieval church and graveyard with some colorful residents. It’s also the place where the skye terrier, “Bobby” is reputed to have visited his owner’s grave every day for 14 years, and there’s a statue of Bobby nearby

(Greyfriar’s Bobby statue from Must See Scotland)

A little over a year ago, I lost my dog, Cricket, who was my constant companion for 12 years. I’m not sure I’ll ever get over that loss, or can even explain what she means to me, but visiting Bobby while in Edinburgh feels like a necessary part of saying goodbye

I will probably be a mess after this, so I’ve given myself some time to sit with my feelings and maybe get something to eat before the next thing I do, which is a walking tour of the Royal Mile and Edinburgh Castle

(Edinburgh Castle via Trip Advisor)

There are actually two castles in Edinburgh, the Palace of Holyrood (which I’ll talk about more later) and this one, dating from the 11th century. The Royal Mile stretches between them, and most of the early city of Edinburgh was built around Edinburgh Castle

After the castle tour, I’m treating myself to dinner at The Witchery, which is just...

(The Witchery via Trip Advisor)

The Witchery is a restaurant and inn at the base of Edinburgh Castle, near the location where witches were executed from the 16th to 18th century. The Witchery is darkly gothic, and sort of pays homage to those who lost their lives. It’s also a popular stop for ghost tours on the Royal Mile

After dining with the ghosts of witches, I head back to my hotel to sleep and get ready for my last full day in Edinburgh

The next morning I’ll be hitting Edinburgh’s other castle, the Palace of Holyrood. This one’s a bit more contemporary than Edinburgh Castle. It was built in the 15th century and was once home to Mary, Queen of Scots. It’s also where the current royal family stays when they’re in Edinburgh

(The Palace of Holyrood via Wikipedia)

After the palace, I’m hoping to grab lunch or tea nearby, then spend the rest of the afternoon on the Royal Mile just shopping and sightseeing. Then I’m spending my last night in Edinburgh at The Piper’s Rest, a pub known for its craft beers and nightly live music. Then I wake up stupidly early the next day to catch a train back to London, where’ll be for several more days

I think that’s good for now. I’ll make another post on my London leg of the trip later

[gvalesdraws]

gave to lestat my period cramps because he should suffer instead of me

[rariatoo]

HappyHoliday Noss!!🎄

[theseventhveil1945]

DEATH TAKES A HOLIDAY (1934) dir. Mitchell Leisen BRAM STOKER'S DRACULA (1992) dir. Francis Ford Coppola VAMPIRE HUNTER D: BLOODLUST (2000) dir. Yoshiaki Kawajiri

[mspaint-flower]

deceased singer

[talesfromthecrypts]

Vampire Hunter D (1985) dir. Toyoo Ashida

[oriixxc]

[grickle14]

Santa Dracula and Renfield the Reindeer!

[blackwolfstabs]

Parker's Secret Santa Gifts🎄for @alkivm

ONE NORMAL NIGHT

In the heart of winter and in the dead of night, you and Wednesday share the woods.

fandom: Wednesday (2022) pairing: Wedesnday Addams × Fem!Vampire!Reader a/n: this is my 1st × reader ever so i'm feeling very insecure about it.. however, i wanted to do something up your alley, Alk. i also wanted to write from Wednesday because i knew writing something of Sam would be too predictable of me haha. anyways, i hope you enjoy!!

You slid into the partially dark dorm room that held your girlfriend’s strong scent. For someone as dark and mysterious as Wednesday, you never expected her to have a smell that was actually calming. However, this made it easier for you to find her. Being a vampire allowed you the same nose the werewolves had. Maybe even better, in your opinion…

Speaking of werewolves, Enid’s side of the room was the dark side, for once. She must’ve been out with her girl pack. This led you to immediately find Wednesday seated at her desk with a lit lamp as the clicking of the typewriter keys echoed off the walls. Her writing time, you presumed with a small smirk and shake of your head. It was part of her nightly routine. 

But you were looking for a night where they could just be with each other. It had snowed all day, but with the dark that you both adored, came clear skies and moonlight that made the snow sparkle. Wednesday, of course, didn’t care for sparkly things, but you hadn’t seen anything more vintage in decades. And you wanted to share that with her.

You wanted one normal night.

She never stopped typing, her black eyes undivided, but there was something about the way her shoulders braced that told you that she knew you were there. So, you approached her, but before you could speak, she did.

“What is it, Y/N?” she asked flatly. “You know this is my—”

“Yes, yes, I know. This is your writing time,” you cut her off as you stopped behind her chair and leaned against it. “I was thinking… maybe we could take a walk through the woods? We’ve been shut indoors all day because of the snowfall, and the moon is rather beautiful tonight.” You heard her give a short huff, which encouraged you to follow up with, “Almost as beautiful as you…”

Wednesday scoffed as she felt you lean down and kiss her cheek. You had just been outside, on your way over, so your lips were cold against her warm skin. It made her pull away slightly, “Oh, please, your pick-up lines are aging on me.” But even she had her own jokes to turn around on you, and she glanced up to tease, “Almost as much as you.”

To be fair, you did not see that coming as you looked away in mock offense. “You've been waiting to spring that one on me, haven’t you?”

She shrugged and went back to her writing, “Not really. You just fell into the trap.”

“Sly psychic,” you rolled your eyes.

“Dumb vampire.”

God, the way she just threw back words in any situation that made her charisma grow had your vampire instincts tingling. It made you frisky and longing for a hunt. However, if Wednesday followed your lead, you could take the thirst just to have one night with her. “Please?” you hated to beg, yet here you were doing it for her. “Can’t you spare one day of cutting your writing time short?”

Your borderline-desperate tone made her give a small smirk, and that gave you a little bit of hope. You had other plans for that night anyway, so you would make sure she’d show her side of the duality you had gotten the pleasure to know.

“Let me finish this paragraph,” she eventually gave in. 

You let her do so without trouble, pacing around the room like a caged tiger while you waited. And then she stood up from her chair and turned around to catch you looking at her.

“You’ve got the patience of a saint.” The sarcasm was thick in her flat tone.

You just shrugged and nodded to the tunic-length jacket that was lying on her bed, “That should be warm enough for you.”

The raven gave you an uncertain look as she went to retrieve it and slip it on. “Sometimes, I think you forget that I’m not a vampire,” she commented, clearly not convinced one jacket would keep her warm in the snowy wilderness.

“Never,” you assured her. When she turned around and approached you with her dark eyes trying to figure out the million thoughts behind your glowing ones, you gave her a wink. “Don’t worry, love. I’ll keep you warm.” 

She didn’t look convinced. “I’m thrilled.” Then again, she never did.

You never took that personally from her. After all, she was the one to insinuate a relationship that was more than friends. She had even stolen the first kiss between you two. As uninterested as she tried to seem, you knew she was curious about what you had in mind. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have followed you out.

The bitter cold of the winter night suited you just fine as you stepped out of the heated indoors and shook your head out to relish the chilly freedom. You sighed in delight, before looking over your shoulder to see Wednesday pacing up next to you. 

She blinked unsteadily, the breeze stinging her eyes and cheeks as her bangs were swept aside. She crossed her arms and hugged them against her chest. “It had to be tonight?”

You rolled your eyes, “Oh, come on, Wednesday, it’s not that bad!” You gave her a playful nudge. “You just need to get that warm blood pumping,” you then teased, your breed leaving you immune to the freeze.

She just growled in annoyance, which made you decide to take the first step—well, more like the second step now… “So, try and keep up,” you told her, then raced away into the woods.

It must have caught her off-guard, because she immediately followed hot in pursuit. “Y/N!” It was like she hadn’t even thought about the fact that she was rushing into a game of Tag, like it was a mindless effort that sent her after you.

Her calls made you run faster, weaving through the trees like a trained dog in agility, and you let out a triumphant howl that sent the crows scattering into the night sky. In return, you actually got a few calls back from the werewolves scouting the forest as well. “Hey, Wednesday!” you hollered over your shoulder, “you think one of those is your roommate?!”

You could hear your girlfriend’s panting grow louder as she flanked you a few yards back. “No!” she answered, “Enid wouldn’t be caught dead in this kind of cold!”

“But you’d like that, wouldn’t you?!” Being an Addams gave you so much freedom to joke about death, considering you were already dead inside. It was meant to be.

“Not tonight, Y/N!”

You just laughed and raced on, filing deeper and farther into the world of forestry that almost shielded the moonlight. The wind seemed to be going 100 miles per hour against your skin, making a million scents bathe your tongue every time you breathed in. 

And then the scent of fur and fresh-kill caught your senses. You were gaining too close to the werewolves, so you figured this was a good place to stop.

Wednesday, on the other hand, didn’t have as keen a sense of smell, which kept her racing on. She couldn’t see you anymore, but she had done that dance before. The amount of times she’d run through this very forest was unimaginable, especially with a destination known or unknown in mind. She wasn’t afraid of running through the dark; however, the crisp cold air was taking a toll on her lungs. She called out for you, slowing down to catch her breath. “Y/N?!”

Compared to the way she’d sounded a few minutes ago, back at the dorm, she wasn’t so uptight about everything. And that was where you wanted her.

The raven slowed all the way, when she didn’t receive a response from you. She glanced around as she trotted forward. “Y/N?” Her panting was silenced among the breeze and so was your movement in the low branch of the nearest tree.

When she passed it, you grabbed her arm and pulled it towards the trunk. She yelped and spun around, yanking her arm away to look up and meet your golden eyes. “Sorry,” you giggled, releasing her to comb your wind-tossed hair back with one hand. 

Her voice went back to its natural, monotoned-self. “Why are you in a tree?”

“We’re too close to the werewolves,” you nearly whispered the explanation. Then, you held your hand out to her. “Come on, I’ll help you up.” 

The gold shimmer in your eyes struck the lightest reflection in hers as she took it and let you pull half of her weight up onto the same branch.

You knew she wasn’t the most comfortable person with heights without being guarded by some sort of railing, so you made sure she was steady before you continued to lead the way up. Being a vampire, your agility and strength were reliable. You could weave quicker through the limbs. And once you reached almost ¾-ths of the way up, you crouched to check on your girlfriend.

Despite her size and normal human strength, she actually kept up well, only being a few branches below. However, being the lady vampire you were, you had lived for a few centuries. So, chivalry was definitely not dead in your era, just evolved out of the strictly-male ideals. “Wednesday!” She paused her climbing to glance up at you, which made you hold your hand out to her again. “I got you.” The cold must have been biting at her because she grabbed your hand with no hesitation, and you lifted her up, wrapping one arm around her waist to safely bring her to your level. 

She wouldn’t admit it, but the raven was relieved that you had the decency to allow her to be closest to the tree trunk. She glanced down, almost nervously, but left it undetectable as she asked, “Is there any reason why you insist on being so high up?”

“No one can see us from up here.” 

She shifted skeptically. 

“I thought you liked being uncomfortable,” you smirked. You caught the way she curved her fingers into the bark, threatening to clutch it if the branch that held them teased a crack or two.

Wednesday gave a slightly flustered sigh. “The last time I was in a tree, things didn’t go so well.” When she looked your way again, the moon light dappling through the trees made her eyes show a shade of brown that wasn’t common in her natural aesthetic. 

It took some of the frost away from the cold that you didn’t realize you could feel until that deep gaze met yours. Her frame looked even smaller as she backed up to secure herself against the trunk, which you knew she did to brace herself in case anything happened. You softened your voice as you moved closer to her. “I won’t let you fall,” the words came so naturally, it was almost considered pure.

She blinked at you. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Y/N…” 

You stopped a short distance from her, close enough to see what she hoped you wouldn’t: her desire for comfort. You slid one hand around her waist and the other over her cheek to block the winter breeze. “Here’s my promise,” you whispered, then pulled her into a gentle kiss.

To your surprise, she fell into it instantly, almost as if she was thinking of the same thing. She must have felt secure in your arms, for she then put her arms around your torso. And through the kiss, you smiled. 

She pulled away. “Is that all you got?” she tested you, looking away and over your shoulder to bait you into moving elsewhere than her lips.

You took in a deep breath, and her scent was so strong that you could almost taste her… You felt your golden gaze start to burn and your mouth start to salivate. There was a surge of power that entwined your bloodstream, and the thrill to drink made you stare at her open neck. Well… almost open. “Are you teasing me, Ms. Addams?” you asked her as you dipped your head towards the crook of her neck and nosed her braid over her shoulder, fully exposing her warm skin. 

“Bite me, Y/LN,” she almost purred into your ear. It was supposed to be a tease, but it came out more as a command.

But it was your pleasure, regardless. “Not until we’re in bed, my cold-hearted darling,” you replied, then pressed your lips to her neck. It was hard not to bite her right now. Just a little taste of that sweet drink that came out of the most savage student in Nevermore Academy would have sufficed. But you wouldn’t. Not now. For now, you forced yourself to only kiss and suckle her skin in a slow trail down her neck, but you did manage to let your fangs nip her every now and then.

All the while, Wednesday laid her head on your shoulder, sighing through the treatment with small moans, while her black nails curled into your spine when your fangs would catch her soft skin. 

It was the perfect mix of Heaven and Hell.

It was angelic and demonic.

It was sweet and stubborn.

It was you and Wednesday…

On this one normal night.

merry christmas/happy holidays alk! i hope this made you smile and i'm wishing you a very pleasureable rest of the season. thank you for being such a supportive friend 🎄✨🎁

- parker (BWS)

[harbingerofsoup]

just as a retrospective, i love that this year we decided that jonathan maybe isn’t fully human, like yeah something’s off with our friend, we still love him tho

[seraphinitegames]

Christmas in Wayhaven.

It’s magical.

…Quite literally.

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Christmas has come to Wayhaven, and you and Unit Bravo have been thrown into another mystery with a little more sparkle than usual!

Upside-down Christmas trees, toys springing to life, and an army of waddling plastic Santas are just some of the magical festive pranks being cast on townsfolk and places alike.

To find whoever is casting these supernatural antics, you and the team of vampires are sent chasing around town in search of the merry Christmas culprit before magic is revealed to everyone in Wayhaven.

But the festive spirit brings with it a dreamy air that makes all too easy to get distracted by just how romantic Christmas can be with a vampire at your side…

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Grab it on Itch.io, or join our Patreon Community for exclusive epilogues* and goodies and enjoy this short, novella-style interactive side-story set within the world of Wayhaven, where you are the main character! It’s a Christmas tale filled with cozy festive fun and plenty of fluffy romantic moments.

(This game can be played as a Stand-Alone story away from the main series of The Wayhaven Chronicles. But it should be noted that it does involve characters and relationships that have developed already during the main games, but extra explanation is provided throughout where needed to help you enjoy it to the fullest!)

*Holiday Magic will be part of the Crow Quill tier and up and the Epilogues are available on the Swan Quill tier and up. Stock media provided by ikoliks / Pond5 Stock media provided by Canva

[thewaywardmoon]

I’m almost done with the violet gown. I’m currently sewing in the eyelets where the sleeves attach, and where the bodice laces up on the sides. I have some wider silver ribbon on the way for the sleeves, since I want them a bit more floofy than they currently are. Also, even though I beaded all of the lace on this gown, it is significantly lighter than the green one, so I’m calling that a win!

(The almost complete violet gown. I’m not sold on the veil, so I may end up not using it and just wearing the tiara alone)

It’s been a while since I posted about the trip where this gown is going to be used, so let’s talk about Scotland:

As previously mentioned, once the larp I’m making the gowns for is over, I’ll be crashing at a hotel next to King’s Cross station, then taking a train to Edinburgh the next morning. The hotel next to King’s Cross is the hub Hotel by Premiere Inn, and it’s pretty similar to the Aerotel at Heathrow

(hub Hotel at King’s Cross by TripAdvisor)

Planning this trip, I realized I kind of have a thing for capsule hotels. I don’t need a ton of space when traveling by myself, and as long as the room is clean, the beds are comfortable and it’s reasonably priced, I don’t need any frills. Also, like the Aerotel, I’ll just be spending one night here and probably crashing immediately upon arrival, so it’s not like I’ll be in the room for any length of time while conscious

Anyway, I’ll be hopping aboard the LNER train from King’s Cross to Edinburgh the next morning, which is about a 4 to 5 hour journey. You can order food on the train, so I’m going to eat breakfast while I stare out the window at the English and Scottish countryside going by

I should get to Edinburgh in the early afternoon, then walk about a block to my Edinburgh hotel (which used to be the Jury’s Inn on the Royal Mile, but apparently was bought by Leonardo Hotels between the time I made the reservation and now, so now it’s called the Leonardo Royal Hotel). It’s also pretty no-frills, but it’s practically on top of the Royal Mile (the main thoroughfare through the center of Old Town Edinburgh), so you can’t really beat the location

(Leonardo Royal hotel room from Booking.com)

The only thing I have scheduled that night is dinner at Grand Cafe, so I should have plenty of time to wander the Royal Mile and rest

(Grand Cafe from their website. NGL, I mainly booked it because it’s so pretty, but the food is supposed to be good as well)

The next morning is when I jump in with both feet. After grabbing breakfast somewhere, I’ll head to the National Museum of Scotland for a few hours. There’s apparently going to be a “science of Dr. Who” exhibition while I’m there, so that was a nice surprise. Once I’m done with the museum, I walk back down the Royal Mile to Mary King’s Close

(A tour group at Mary King’s Close via Skye Travel)

Mary King’s close is a little hard to explain without knowing a bit about Edinburgh’s history. Let me see if I can give you the cliff notes version: a “close” is basically an alley that’s surrounded on all sides, and several of them are also underground because other buildings were built on top of them. A good chunk of Edinburgh’s closes are subterranean and date back hundreds of years. Mary King’s Close is probably the most well-known of these, and does daily tours explaining the history behind the close and its residents. Like many things in Edinburgh, it’s also reputed to be haunted. I’ve never seen a ghost, but maybe I’ll get lucky this time

At any rate, I’ll finish touring the close just before dinner time, and have a reservation at The Devil’s Advocate, which is a gastropub with an immense whiskey menu. Once I’m full of dinner and whiskey, it’s back to the hotel

This is really long at this point, so I’m going to break the rest of the trip up into its own post

[neon-ufo]

I don't generally do festive art but when a friend asked me if I'll be drawing christmas Vampirka and i got A Vision I Couldn't Refuse

happy holidays etc ☮️💕🙏

[roadratk]

Happy holidays!

[tyiart]

snow beach day with sapphire, my vampire oc ❄️

[knighthelm]

Nighttime tryst