#vincent hallow

[ruckis-vandalizes]

Mourning the brutal and emotional albeit temporary death of a D&D character that isn't even yours?  Couldn't be me. (I said, like a liar)

Naga Lok - turtle_cakes_artist Marcus Ichor - @yourlightningfox Furhn - @6clawdy6​ Vincent Hallow - Friend who wishes to stay anonymous Kleiv Blackwell -  BlackwellHarp25 Geragera Guffaw - (You are here)

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

October is finally here!!

Which means Halloween...which means Vincent Price, of course!

Some gifs of The King of Horror/Master of Menace doing what he does best. Scare the shit out of you!

The Haunted Palace (1963)

Fall of the House of Usher (1960)

The Bat intro (1959)

The Abominable Dr. Phibes (1971)

The Raven (1963)

The Last Man On Earth (1964)

The House on Haunted Hill (1959)

The Comedy of Terrors (1964)

The Masque of the Red Death (1964)

The Tomb of Ligeia (1964)

The Monster Club (1981)

The House of Long Shadows (1984)

The Tingler (1959)

Witchfinder General (1968)

Twice-Told Tales (1963)

Tales of Terror (1962)

Madhouse (1974)

Invisible Man Returns (1940)

Diary of a Madman (1963)

The Pit And The Pendulum (1961)

House of wax (1953)

[morganpaintsstuff]

spooky skull

[midna-chavelink]

My two favs, Vincent Valentine and Gwen league of legends

[deadallover]

My best doodles from a magma board with my wonderful and pointy friend @kannagar 🐟🦌

[theaskywalker]

Imagine attending the Halloween feast on Hogwarts with Draco and his gang

Masterlist

[ambrosiaicecreem]

ALL HALLOWS ACADEMY | PT. 7 / ?

in which i’m living out my spooky monster high fantasy this halloween season

VINCENT DARK | SON OF THE WITCH 

Vincent Dark is the only son of the most famous televised witch in history: Divina, Mistress of the Dark. Vincent grew up in the show business thanks to his mother, but despite this, he has no interest in following her footsteps in starring in entertainment. Thankfully, his eccentric mother is fully supportive of whatever path he decides to take. 

Although Vincent doesn’t want to be in the spotlight like his mother, he wants to be just as great of a witch as she is, which is why he’s seeking out the knowledge to grow stronger and learn as much as he can.

inspirations used: Elvira, romantic goth fashion, dark academia fashion 

[shaydystheshadowqueen]

Croaker Creek: Roller Coaster Tycoon 3 Deluxe

Yee haw!

[hislop3]

Wednesday Feature: The Power of Positive Thinking

Happy Hump Day and Happy All Saints Day or All Hallows Day! For many in Latin American countries, this day is far bigger than Halloween. It is a day to celebrate Christian martyrs and saints known and unknown, celebrating the connection between the living and the deceased. In Catholicism, it is a day of reverence and often, a day of Holy Obligation requiring attendance at Holy Mass. The day is…

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

It's Halloween 🎃

What a better way to celebrate, than to bear Vincent Price's curse...

[marypsue]

Do you really mean to tell me that on this most hallowed of all nights - not only the birthday of Edgar Allen Poe, nor of Dolly Parton, but also National Popcorn Day - TCM has not scheduled one single Poe adaptation featuring Vincent Price? They have the temerity, on this night of all nights, not to double feature Masque of the Red Death and The Best Little Whorehouse In Texas? No Pit and the Pendulum with 9 to 5? Not even House of Usher with Steel Magnolias?

Unconscionable.

[hollowed-hallowed]

Bonnie Bennett's Rarepair Bash 2024

Sunday, July 7th to Tuesday, July 16th

10 Days of Bonnie Bennett getting the love she deserves!

Each day has a word, a rarepair, and an ao3 tag. These are just for inspiration - all optional, not a requirement. Use whatever you wish to create for our favorite Bennett witch!

Prompts

DAY 01: Sunday, July 7th

Word: Drive

Ships: Baroline (Caroline Forbes); Tonnie (Tyler Lockwood)

Tag: "BAMF Bonnie Bennett"

DAY 02: Monday, July 8th

Word: Luminous

Ships: Klonnie (Klaus Mikaelson); Bonbekah (Rebekah Mikaelson)

Tag: "Soulmate"

DAY 03: Tuesday, July 9th

Word: Mend

Ships: Bonliv (Liv Parker); Bonkai (Kai Parker)

Tag: "Bonnie Bennett Leaves Mystic Falls"

DAY 04: Wednesday, July 10th

Word: Expectation

Ships: Bonlena (Elena Gilbert); Stefonnie (Stefan Salvatore)

Tag: "Alternate Universe"

DAY 05: Thursday, July 11th

Word: Gratitude

Ships: Bonlijah (Elijah Mikaelson); Bonley (Hayley Marshall)

Tag: "Vampire Bonnie Bennett"

DAY 06: Friday, July 12th

Word: Vendetta

Ships: Breya (Freya Mikaelson); Finnett (Finn Mikaelson)

Tag: "Canon Divergence"

DAY 07: Saturday, July 13th

Word: Eternal

Ships: Boncent (Vincent Griffith); Batherine (Katherine Pierce)

Tag: "Dark Bonnie Bennett"

DAY 08: Sunday, July 14th

Word: Shadow

Ships: Davonnie (Davina Claire); Kennett (Kol Mikaelson)

Tag: "Friends to Enemies"

DAY 09: Monday, July 15th

Word: Innocence

Ships: Boncel (Marcel Gerard); Original Character(s)

Tag: "Bonnie Bennett Goes To New Orleans"

DAY 10: Tuesday, July 16th

Word: Nocturnal

Ships: Bonora (Nora Hildegard); Crossover Character(s)

Tag: "Time Travel Fix-It"

RULES:

Rarepair for this event is a ship with less than 150 completed works, with main focus on the Bonnie ship. (Honestly, this is a casual event, so if you’re doing the bigger Bonnie ships, I'm not gonna stop you, but the focus is on the rarepairs - the rarer, the better.)

Crossovers, polyamory, OCs, LGBTQ+ are all welcome.

I’ll be reblogging folks work until the end of August, so if you’re late, no worries, still bring what you have when you can.

Please tag appropriately, even if that means you’re simply stating you’re not going to tag anything. (This is mainly for fic writers.)

Use #bbrarepairbash2024 so others can find your work. Tag me @/hollowed-hallowed and/or @/bbtvducollection, so I can make sure I reblog your creations. If there’s enough interest, I’ll start a collection on AO3.

Drop me a message or ask if you have any questions. I’ll see you all in July!

[amaralionelli]

About me

I go by Amara or Ghost. She/He/They.

Most of my stories include queer characters because, well, I am.

I'm an old person with a big kid job who's working towards getting a grown-up job (aka I work full time and go to college. Someone help me!)

I'm central timezone, but work overnights, so that's when I'll be most active. It's strange, I know.

While I'm not new to Tumblr, I am new to the writing and reading communities here.

I got into writing like most people I know my age, through roleplaying stories with friends back in the golden days of Gaia Online (my age is showing , huh?)

I am. Super dyslexic. Feel free to kindly point out any spelling or grammatical errors I make. I try my best, but nothing is ever perfect.

I love meeting, and talking to, new friends! Community is very important to me whether it's my local queer community, or my many online communities. Let's get to know each other! My inbox is always open 💙

My WIPs

The Whimsical World of Tobias James Barton.

His name was Tobias James Barton, born the 31st day of October in the year of 1830. All Hallows Eve as it was. He was turning 13 this year, though he couldn't for the life of him recall a single thing from before he was 12 years of age .

A boy with terrifying strength and a mysterious past meets a man with a book and a secret. Together, they solve mysteries, fight magical beasts, and cause general chaos wherever they go.

The Prize Fighter of Iskana (link to Wattpad)

Ferris is an untouchable. Bred for war and a life of violence. A beast who was only good for their strength and obedience. It was all they knew. When they are whisked away to the desert country of Iskana as punishment for stepping out of line, they are sure it would be the end for them. The universe, however, had much different plans. It's in the palace of Iskana where they meet the rather strange demon prince that turns all that they knew about life, and love, upside down.

Pandora

War is coming to them, but the people living peacefully on the planet of Pandora can't feel it. Skye Wilder is on the cusp of adulthood. He'll be graduating high-school soon, moving into an apartment with his cousin, Karul-An, and his off and on boyfriend, Justin, while joining the engineering program at the community college just two star systems over.

Or at least he thinks he will.

Things take a turn when his estranged older brother, Vincente, shows up with some plans of his own.

[aurevoiralways]

Doodles of the week

I can't remember if I've yapped about it on here before but Vincent is an animagus, he can turn into a flying fox. I really need to write some long infodump on this lore but basically there's a point in deathly hallows where he hangs around in Snape's office a bit to spy on him bsbsbsnwbwn.

I'm playing with the idea of making him lose an eye in the war or something but I can never commit 😅

[simonsquest]

A playlist of tracks inspired by Simon's first siege on Castlevania. :) It's significantly shorter than my last playlist, but I hope you enjoy it all the same. Like last time, I highlighted pertinent lyrics under the cut and included a link to each song on YouTube.

Genres: Power metal, symphonic metal, metalcore

Please be advised the lyrics can be quite graphic.

DRACULA X! - MARC HUDSON, JACKY VINCENT, ADRIENNE COWAN (warning: flashing images in the video) Alive under the blackened skies The hunter waits in disguise For the evil one's in sight tonight And the time is right Behind veils of a masquerade Descend brave and nameless heroes We will strike tonight, protect what's right Beneath the cover of moonlight For the sake of mankind, we must lead the blind And vanquish all the demons Across the devil's red sand, through thе archways grand A neverending mazе See the angels of light ever falling Voices on high ever calling "Now is the time to make a stand!" We strike, fighting through hordes of undead Searching the chambers unending For our one desire, the great vampire And banishing his soul with fire See the angels of light ever falling Voices on high ever calling "You will die now and leave this world!" In the castle walls Where the demons crawl We will end this reign of endless night As the palace burns Justice shall return And lift the shadows that once eclipsed the earth Until the day you rise again When the sun shines again over the promised land Forever enshrined upon our hands, the fate of every man See the sunlight fade away, behold the night again and witness The rising dust, call for blood, breaking the minds of men Yet the fear inside falls away tonight For our destiny awaits us As the prophecies spoke through the ages told The sun will shine again Leave behind all of life's fleeting stories Come forth tonight into glory Raise your swords high and storm the gates!

POWER OF WILL - DYNAZTY I'm here to burn down the past I rise to build something to last I shall refuse to ever bend Through the storm that has no end I'm gonna make the wrong be right No matter what I stand before I'll be afraid no more I am here, I'm awake 'Cause this world is mine to take Through the power of will I'll find my still again I will take the pain and let it make me strong 'cause I believe There's a force no pain can kill The power of will I've seen the bridge over all grief It's the power of belief I'm gonna cross it all with ease I'm gonna bend realities I know the way out of the dark I hold the compass in my heart, yes I'll tear down the past, build something to last I'll walk through the towering shadows been cast Through power of will I'll shatter the still Turn every stone till all the lies have been killed I'll bend, never break, I'll earn what I make I'll stand up for what I believe is at stake My will's made of stone, it's infused to the bone It's a fire-lit force with the potency of a cyclone

CALL OF THE WILD (FEAT. HANSI KURSCH) - POWERWOLF When in the night at the altar we're standing Staring at the icon on the wall When we unite for the sermon pretending The holy word by our blood we're defending Wear the crown of thorns to praise the fall Stand up, tonight we raise the call We bring the call of the wild to the sign of the sacristy Rest in the eye of our sanctity Before the dawn we are hallowed and praying Another night, all the sermon obeying Breaking down the altar and the verse Preaching all the night to break the curse

INCENSE & IRON - POWERWOLF Follow the dead in the dark of damnation Pious in head and a demon at heart Sworn to the night, an evangelist nation born Under the sign of the dark Gather the wild from the horde of the brave men Brothers allied, fight the storm of this curse Combat ahead and the night calls for heroes Ready for fire command Revel in red come and wake up to bring no remorse Stand up as force Rise over the dead, bring us ahead, incense and iron Fight all of the night, banners up high to the top of the land Right into the red, all you can get, incense and iron Stand, follow the fight, doing the right as we come to defend

LET’S BURY THE HATCHET… IN YOUR HEAD - ICE NINE KILLS You sold our souls, so burn in Hell You fucking did this to yourself again Now, bow your head You suffocated us for the last time We paid the price for your pathetic vice So now we're taking back what's ours: Our name, our blood, our life, our cause! Oh! So, wake up Here's a mirror so you can see This crooked, spineless, disgusting man That's become your legacy Here and now I'm pulling all my strings I have with God I'm hoping to find a better way I pray the only thing I need is time To rid the world of your lunacy You're as faithful as a false prophet So, here's a prophecy for you: Yeah, you'll remember me (remember me, remember me!) When you're struggling to breathe! Can't you see what a monster you've become? I couldn't watch the world through your eyes Salvation for you's in the hands of God So save your prayers and just beg for life I'm fucking done with you

THE PLOT SICKENS - ICE NINE KILLS We’ll make it out alive Lord hear our prayer across the air Is God’s intent final decent or just a test of our faith? If we have to crawl out, in spite of this hell We’ll find a way out, we’ll find a way out Left behind by God or the devil himself To find a way, find a way, to make it out alive The sight at hand, gruesome and grand, cannot be rectified Searching for signs of life in wreckage we can’t recognize We cry out for those who can’t be saved One foot on sacred ground and one foot in the grave Steady we climb, ready to die To look salvation in the eye If we have to crawl out, in spite of this hell We’ll find a way, find away, to make it out alive

FEED THE FLAME - THAUROROD Fire from the heart Master it while you are Searching for truth Of our lives You are the light Walk through the fire To enter the light Banish the eternal night Stand tall and proud Let your heart feed the flame Things will never again Be the same This much is true Heaven or hell It starts with you Change begins with yourself Reach for the light In our lives Fight the good fight

EAGLEHEART - STRATOVARIUS All through the night he is lying awake Wondering how much more can he take Watching the walls where the shadows dance Drifting away into a trance And his eyes are blazing with fire Dreams burnt to ashes so many times Highest of mountains, still he climbs Ready to fly 'cause he just can't stay Flame burning brighter with every day And his eyes are blazing with fire Longing for the deepest desire Fever is burning in his veins Determined with courage, breaking the chains Back against the wall, under blood red skies Prepared to fight until he dies

[unicyclehippo]

one word prompt for avatrice: parents

ava has slept for most of the train journey.

she looks—small, beatrice thinks, worried and fond and many things beside that, and has to look away because there’s an intersection between girlhood and hallowed warrior that she’s been ignoring—a curiosity she has been ignoring—for some time and it will only be exacerbated by letting herself look.

the world goes past, blurred. too blurred to be entirely blamed on the train. her eyes hurt. she has been awake close to thirty hours now. she looks at trees and the blue silver glint of a lake. she looks at the rising mountains. she looks at ava.

three minutes, her watch tells her. three minutes without looking. surely she can do better than that. she’ll try again soon.

for this minute, however, beatrice looks.

ava’s blanket has fallen from one shoulder to bundle at her waist in soft folds. one hand curled under her cheek, propping up her head. faint rust smears under her nails, between her fingers. there hadn’t been time—a brief shower in the not-so-safe safe house, enough to go out in public, enough to seem harmless, but the truth lingers.

there’s blood on her hands, on all of their hands—beatrice plucks at her own, worries at the skin around her nail beds until it stings.

she sleeps very still. beatrice wonders—and it frustrates that she cannot answer her questions, frustrates more that she is questioning at all—if it is muscle-memory, or lack thereof, or whether exhaustion keeps her so still. because ava is exhausted, eyes ringed red from crying and mouth held tight, like she wants to frown even in sleep. beatrice lifts her eyes to messy hair, flat and streaked with grey. it had alarmed beatrice hours ago but now she knows it is stone-dust, settled in her hair from—

beatrice closes her fingers around the impulse to reach out, but cannot deny that it’s there. for all her promises of staying by ava’s side, for all that she swore to be there for ava, the girl got buried alive. beatrice’s fault. areala’s fault. vincent’s fault. but beatrice cannot blame the saint of their order, and what she feels for vincent is more than blame, so. beatrice’s fault, then.

‘you should sleep.’ it’s a testament to how very true that is that beatrice doesn’t realise ava is speaking to her until the other girl moves her head, blinks over at her with the gentlest smile. her voice is soft, raspy with exhaustion. ‘you look… i don’t know. fucked up.’

‘language.’ it doesn’t come out as the reprimand it was intended to be. utterly reflexive. utterly empty.

ava stirs. wriggles higher in her seat. she has no qualms in reaching over and taking beatrice’s hand in hers; it’s warm, hours pressed tight between her cheek and pillow, and when she presses her other hand to the back of it she can feel the impressions where the fabric has left its mark. she can see it on ava’s cheek too, a reddened smudge where her fingers had been. ava must feel it too, because with her other hand she rubs at it slowly.

‘you need to sleep. unless. do we take it in turns?’ ava eyes their tiny carriage, mostly empty. ‘i can totally watch out for, mm. bad guys. pickpockets. don’t have to watch out for that, i guess.’

it’s true. they have next to nothing. one phone and one bag between them.

‘i’ll sleep when we get there.’

ava’s eyes narrow. ‘i won’t fall asleep. you can trust me, seriously.’

‘it’s not that i don’t trust you. but we’re nearly there and there’s little point in it.’ she means to be reassuring but suspects she falls short because ava goes still, eyes narrowed, and then pulls back with a nod. beatrice wishes she could say something to fix it but doesn’t know what; even if her mind were clearer, she thinks she still wouldn’t know.

‘so what’s the plan?’

‘as we discussed, we find a place to lay low. mother s—‘ beatrice stops with a twist of her lips. ‘will call me when there is more of a plan. until then, we train.’

ava musters a smile. ‘any time for sight-seeing along the way?’

‘absolutely not.’ too harsh. ava flinches. beatrice’s lays her hands out flat on the plastic table between them, supplication, surrender. her fingers tremble. ‘sorry, i’m sorry. i’m—‘ she sucks in a breath. ‘i should sleep, you’re right. but i can’t. forgive me, my tone was - it wasn’t directed at you, more our situation.’

‘all good, bea.’ she hesitates, then barrels on. something beatrice is learning is very ava. ‘why can’t you sleep? i could probably knock you out, if you needed,’ ava offers, tone equal parts sincere and sly.

‘i doubt that.’ ava only smiles. ‘you were there when i was tasked with your safety. you know. i can’t abandon that just to sleep.’

‘can’t do much good if you’re exhausted either.’

an excellent point, damn her. beatrice sketches a cross with her nail on the plastic.

‘is it because we’re headed to switzerland?’ ava asks after a few minutes. beatrice jerks her eyes up but ava’s gaze is fixed on the window—or, outside of it. purposefully, beatrice suspects, so as not to look at her but also drinking in the view with half-hidden desperation, fingertips pressed against the glass. ‘i was thinking about it before. when we picked where to go? it must feel like it’s happening all over again,’ she says thoughtfully, and rather sad.

beatrice’s stomach clenches. or rather, she becomes aware that it has been clenched, painfully so, for hours. winding tighter and tighter the further the train takes them.

‘it’s not, you know. mother superion,’ ava says her name in a whisper, with a far too obvious glance around the carriage to ensure no one is listening, ‘totally loves you. she’s not your parents. she’d never send you away. i bet it feels like it, though, huh. i’m really sorry.’

for a moment, beatrice sits very still, stares down at her hands. the roar of the train is only marginally louder than the roar in her ears, exhaustion and fear and tension catching up to her. she hardens herself against the urge to faint, to collapse into sleep, and against the relief of ava’s words. it’s too much. too much understanding, words tripping just this side of what cannot be said. too much grace. ava is careless with it.

she clears her throat. ‘don’t be.’

ava smiles, sly again. ‘you’re bea, i’m ava.’

beatrice groans. ‘that was hardly a pun.’

‘eh, i’m tired,’ she excuses herself with a flap of her hand. peers at beatrice, a little curiously, dark eyes intent, before she yawns again. ‘you’re really not going to sleep?’

beatrice shakes her head no.

ava grunts. wriggles in her chair. ‘okay. me neither.’

‘you should sleep if you’re tired,’ beatrice scolds. ava just lifts her brows. ‘truly. i’ll be fine. i’ve gone longer before.’

ava gives in with a tired look, long and searching. beatrice looks back at her—because ava is looking for something or because she wants to—and whatever ava finds, she smiles.

‘wake me when we’re nearly there,’ she demands sleepily, scrunching down into her seat again. ‘i wanna see our new home.’