#vampire coded

[taxonomicons]

Oh you like vampires? Is that because you are enticed by the idea someone could love you enough to share the burden of everlasting monstrosity? Haha HAHA no what? no

[aftermidnightspecial]

Art by Jon Brophy ♡

[l0vehandles]

easy as pie

[bonesandpoemsandflowers]

anyway the thing about the live action one piece is that it gave us two well dressed and dangerous vampire coded dudes in back to back episodes so therefore it is QUALITY media by the only metric that matters

[writingsofwesteros]

[claudiasommers]

just yesterday, i went out to the craft store. it's a pity that so many are closing. soon, i won't have anywhere to get anything unless i wish to venture out for a 2 or so hour long trip. no thank you.

anyway, i was getting paint since my home's paint collection is absolutely dreadful. and i realized that i didn't have anymore blank canvas. oh. my. god. i found the CUTEST little two-pack of canvases and they only cost about 3-4 dollars. i will paint only on tiny little canvas and nothing else. i think i will paint flowers.... and put them above my bed, perhaps. i thought, for only a moment, that i could paint posters of my favorite films... but it may be a while before i do anything like that. anyhow, i was just a bit excited to share my plans for the day. i think i will paint daffodils or maybe a bronzen pot of blue hydrengeas for a bit of a challenge. i have two, so perhaps i'll do both! i'm terribly excited!!

[lestcat-de-lioncourt]

He's actually an ancient vampire and disclosed all this secret information about the history of his life in his sleep - what do you do?

Your boyfriend starts mumbling in Latin in his sleep and it scares the hell out of you but upon translation he’s introducing himself, inquiring on the price of grain, attempting to sell dormice, brainstorming silly Saturnalia gift ideas. In his sleep he somehow becomes a 1st century BC plebeian, of modest means but with a pleasant outlook on mundane life.

[child-of-the-undead]

Does anyone remember a 64bit-ish roguelike game about a vampire(???) that goes out of a run down castle to kill monsters in a variety of setting including sone type of desert??? You could sort of customize and gear up you character with the enemy's drops. I remember my character was blonde

[fawncon]

i went to see sinners tonight and the vampires' reflective red eyes reminded me of ヒカル <3

[nyx-belial]

🤣🤣🤣

Vincent is just vampire coded that all.

[fighto-art]

Lesbian Lesmand theater scene for people with their third eye open

[ldrloversblog]

[frenchublog]

[cheriecoke]

nanami kento, who hates dating, and didn’t do much of it in his early twenties. but now, he’s almost thirty, watching all the people he works with settle down, have kids, and he thinks he wants that. so he might as well try.

so satoru sets him up on a few dates — friends of friends, he calls them. and at the end of every one of the dinners, kento goes home empty, exhausted, because he knows what they want is not the same.

still; he thinks maybe he’s being a little self-destructive, maybe too picky, maybe he just got so used to being alone. with satoru’s insistence, he gives all the women another call, invites them over to his apartment.

the first time was a disaster… kento had barely set the dinner on the table before his cat had hissed at her, scratched her down the arm in a thin gash. and though it did draw blood, it was hardly enough to warrant that reaction.

he didn’t even try to stop her as she picked up her bag and left, huffing like she’d been morally offend. kento, though, could only smile to himself in amusement.

because maybe kento was a poor judge of character, a man who was secretly hoping nothing would pan out — but his cat could certainly tell the good from the bad.

it became a little game to him, after that. seeing if anyone could win his pet over, and if they could, perhaps they were the one. his darling animal was a fickle thing anyway. a bit too defensive, quick to bite anything threatening after years on the streets.

naturally, no one came back twice.

he was close to giving up, accepting his solitude because he was tired of empty conversations over dinner. but then, he ventured out over the weekend to a new coffee shop, during hours he normally didn’t spend out of his home, and met you.

though you only talked for a moment, kento felt like maybe he’d known you in a past life. a part of him thought maybe it was strange, the way he kept coming back to talk to you, catching you at the end of your shift to see if you wanted to grab a coffee sometime.

by the second date, kento started to think you could turn out to be his best friend.

by the third date, kento wondered if soulmates were real.

on the fourth date, almost two months later, an appropriate time to get to know someone when you were as reserved as kento, he invited you over for dinner. it was, perhaps, the final confirmation he needed to let himself be with you.

he let you through the door, smiling softly as you told him about the book you were reading, and hung his coat on the rack. a moment later, you stopped, distracted, hands covering your mouth in a gasp.

“kento! she’s the cutest cat i’ve ever seen, you didn’t even show me pictures!” you exclaim, and, a few feet away, crouched down. “look at her pretty eyes…”

“careful,” kento said, “she’s not very—“

but the cat approached your outstretched hand, sniffed once, before letting you scratch her under her chin, purring loud enough for kento to hear across the room.

“shes such a sweetheart, you told me she was mean!” you smiled, making a cooing noise as you threaded your fingers through her fur. “kento’s a liar, isn’t he… you’re so precious.”

a few moments later, she snapped her jaw at you in a biting motion, and you only laughed, withdrawing your hand. “alright, i get it, i won’t bother you anymore.”

though she still brushed against your legs, just as she did kento’s, and seemed to communicate some sort of message to him.

“do you want any help cooking?” you ask, tucking your hair behind your ears. “i’m a disaster in the kitchen, but—“

“sure,” kento said, his chest tightening as he blinked back at you, only in his apartment for minutes and already looking as at home there. he wondered if it was possible to fall in love so quickly. “but only if you want to.”

[trainsgenderfoxgirl2816]

Nah i need to crack open some bones and slurp out the blood and marrow :3

Ogh. I'm really craving chicken right now. I need to eat chicken. Tasty tasty. I want to tear meat with my teeth. I want to eat chicken

[kandelia-mangrove]

Can we talk about how in the show Lestat and Armand are framed as narrative foils. Armand and Lestat who are both so aggressively theater kids, but Lestat who acts, who draws in the attention and holds it, and Armand who directs, who shapes and manipulates the narrative. Armand and Lestat's obsession with Louis and his love and frustration with his melancholy over Lestat and Claudia respectively. Who both felt second in his heart. Who fear loneliness above all else. Lestat taking what he wants to excess - no impulse control, and Armand letting things happen to him and trying to manipulate situations to get what he wants but never taking it. Armand, who even in the end, so much more powerful, never physically imposes himself on Louis. Armand who seeks complete control in subtle insidious ways. Lestat who seeks control in the physical. Armand and Lestat brought into vampire life in horrifying ways tangled up with SA. Armand who still talks about his maker with reverence, Lestat who hates his maker. Armand who pours all of himself into his partner, willing to shape himself into what they desire but ultimately needing control to feel safe. Lestat who pours all of his love into his partner but unwilling to change himself and ultimately cedes control in moments to maintain the relationship. Armand who clings to his breaking apart relationship for 77 YEARs, Lestat who let Louis go. Lestat and Armand who watch Claudia die, but one as a father and one as a murderer. Lestat and Armand so intense in their love but Lestat so painfully external and Armand so painfully internal as characters. Both constantly acting and putting on a face. Lestat as Mozart and Armand as Salieri (in the flashback scene!). Armand who loves routine and structure and repetion, Lestat who craves change and excitement. The calling cards are echos, who learned from who. Armand teaching Lestat the vampire gifts, Lestat teaching Armand a new way to live. on and on....