#vampire reality

[bloodmoonmary]

plsplspls anything about your vampire dr. is sounds so sexy. i am very intrigued. do you have an s/o? who turned you? are you living in the modern day?

𓊈 about mary’s vampire dr . . . 𓊉

my significant other is benedict bridgerton. just like my own family, i’ve reimagined the bridgertons with a dark, supernatural twist—they carry a centuries-old vampire lineage. that’s right, we’re essentially two gothic nepo babies, bound not just by love but by the legacy of immortality. the bridgertons, in my reality, are no ordinary aristocratic family; they are creatures of the night, their elegance and charm masking an eternal hunger. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ my transformation into a vampire was orchestrated by my uncle, adriano, a formidable and ancient figure in our family. in my desired reality (dr), it’s a long-standing tradition that the eldest vampire—the one who began our bloodline—oversees the turning of any member who either reaches the age of majority without marrying or chooses to wed a mortal. since i hadn’t found an immortal partner by the time i came of age, and since benedict was already one of the undead, my uncle carried out the ritual himself. the process was terrifying and exhilarating, a blend of agony and ecstasy as my human life slipped away, replaced by something far more powerful. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ yes, i live in the contemporary world, though my family’s roots stretch back centuries. the modern era brings challenges—maintaining secrecy, feeding discreetly, navigating technology that both helps and complicates our existence. but we adapt, as we always have. i’m the youngest in my family, a fledgling compared to my relatives, all of whom are over a hundred years old. some remember wars long past; others have watched empires rise and fall. their wisdom is invaluable, but it also means i’m constantly learning under their watchful eyes. my transformation was recent, so i’m still adjusting—to the heightened senses, the thirst, the strange new instincts. (but i’m thinking about changing the time line to 1800s)

[nnyashift]

♱ 𝕷𝖔𝖙𝖙𝖎𝖊 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊 .ᐟ

𝑰 𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑳 𝑩𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑲 𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑶 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹

𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑺 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻𝑺

𝑾𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑵 𝑶𝑵 𝑴𝒀 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑻

💋₊ ⊹ 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄 .ᐟ

✦ · 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 · › charlotte elio love

   ✦ · 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 · › lott, elio, el, harlot

✦ · 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐲 · › non-binary, he/they

  ✦ · 𝐝.𝐨.𝐛 · › february 14 1990 (15, 2005)

✦ · 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐬 · › human (1990—2005)

   ✦ · 𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 · › african american, native american

✦ · 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 · › 5'5" ft. 165 cm. (15)

    ✦ · 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 · › 130 lbs.

✦ · 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 · › lyle love, juliette love

   ✦ · 𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 · › vernon love, mil love, dianne love

✦ · 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 · › kal "knife" callahan

   ✦ · 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐭𝐡��𝐫 · › joan beaumont

༺𓆩 𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞 𓆪༻

✦ · 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 · Lott's always looking for ways to waste his time— usually those ways are destructive. Typical teenage dirtbag shit: knocking down mailboxes one by one while his bestie zooms her dad's chevrolet spectrum down a richy suburban street ("they probably deserve it!"). Spray painting everything and anything, ripping clothes apart and sewing them back together again, stealing packs of cigarettes from the corner store... But with teen angst comes childhood naivety and a bloated sense of self-confidence, so obviously his dumbassery tends to get him into a lot of trouble.

✦ · 𝐒𝐇𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐑 · Despite his eye-catching appearance and loud taste in clothing, he's typically very quiet. A real timid type of person, doesn't speak much unless spoken to or if they're with their friends. Gets embarrassed when too many people are looking at him but pretends to love the attention to not seem weak around the preps. Gets mad if you point out his embarrassment.

✦ · 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 · Lott's most likely going to be the one to stand up for his friends if someone's messing with them. It's not uncommon for him to have short outbursts, poor thing just has a total lack of patience. But he's not going to say something unsavory for no reason, you'd have to say something super bad to really piss him off. He can get mad over childish things like losing in mario cart or being the butt of a joke, but know his words are never meant to truly hurt you.

✦ · 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓 · His sketchbook is his best friend. Y'know, other than Knife. But what does he turn to when all that teen anger comes bursting at the seams? Good ol' pencil and paper, scribble down his newest ideas and maybe doodle the name of his forbidden lover with hearts for the i's and o's. He has a very sketchy and unique art style that really captures his love for the macabre.

✦ · 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃 · Even though he talks like a damn mouse half the time, Lottie's got one hell of a voice and its impossible to make him shut the fuck up if hes got a groove going. His voice has that nasty punk, grungy texture with lots of rasp and grit. He can scream, growl, and squeal, all that from practicing in his bedroom while his parents were away. Unfortunately it would also piss off his siblings.

༺𓆩 𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 𓆪༻

✦ · pretty brown skin, littered in shitty stick n' poke tattoos and small scars.

✦ · small stature, androgynous, kinda lanky.

✦ · big brown eyes, down turned, slight sanpaku, framed by long black lashes.

✦ · naturally curly black hair, but typically straightened. has chunky red highlights that never fade.

✦ · pretty catlike smile with sharp little canines, plump heart shaped lips.

✦ · doll-like features, cherub cheeks, overplucked eyebrows, small snub nose.

✦ · various diy piercings... right brow piercing, septum, ear gauges, snakebites.

[vamp-princess]

Finally fucking shifted

[r0semultiverse]

WHAT HAPPENED TO THE ORIGINAL MARCELINE OF THE WINTER KING'S UNIVERSE!? 😨

Is the implication that Ice King took her out with all of the other oozers or did the oozers end up killing her?? Either way, it seems that this Simon was not coping well with any of what was going on in his life. Living a life of hypocrisy & ruling a false kingdom.

[eatuniverse]

things to put in your script

⊹ ࣪ ˖͙͘͡ .★ vampire desired reality

⊹ you possess enough self-control not to kill people when drinking from them

⊹ ability to sustain yourself on the blood of animals other than humans

⊹ obligatory heightened senses, superhuman athleticism ; powers (flight, shapeshifting, telepathy, etc.)

⊹ you can eat garlic (i would miss it too terribly)

⊹ you don't compulsively need to count (i script ts anyway #she obsessive on my compulsive til i disorder)

⊹ you can see yourself in reflective surfaces w/o silver or iron (most modern mirrors) ; the original myth stems from vampiric aversion to those metals

⊹ you can eat without making a mess (unless u a freak)

⊹ blood tastes good to you ; or blood tastes like chocolate cake / gummy candy / etc

⊹ you metabolize the energy from the blood without needing to expel it as waste (shit blood gross)

⊹ transformation doesn't hurt (unless u a freak)

⊹ lack of exposure sunlight doesn't depress you

⊹ immortality isn't boring (...not judging, but this is only if you dont want the authentic experience)

⊹ vast quantities of accumulated wealth

⊹ lots of old friends && deep connections

⊹ old songs were actually written for you ; u romanced a musician way back when && the tune he wrote abt you stuck around

⊹ you can't give people hiv ; you don't act as a conduit for bloodborn illness besides vampirism itself, b/c thats just nasty

⊹ you never accidentally turn a person into a vampire

⊹ vampire saliva has a narcotic / aphrodisiac quality to humans (if u a freak)

⊹ drinking blood has a narcotic / aphrodisiac quality to vampires (if u a freak)

⊹ what do your teeth look like?

⊹ what is your relationship with your maker?

⊹ if you live with a coven, that they share the same core values as you && are good housemates

⊹ if you live with a coven, what the house you all live in looks like (an ancient massive castle, a derelict victorian manor, an abandoned apartment complex, etc)

⊹ public opinions or knowledge on vampirism ; are you considered mythological? are you accepted but feared? how do humans and vampires coexist?

⊹ underground clerbs or communities that match or exceed your freak ; i.e vampire bars in trueblood

⊹ the color of your coffin

⊹ coffin is comfortable && smells good inside

⊹ you live in a city that's a known center of vampiric activity (new orleans, london, paris, etc)

⊹ a cool accent

⊹ you can speak many languages ; you can speak dead or nearly extinct languages (latin, mycenaean greek, athabaskan, old chinese, sumerian, ancient hebrew, etc)

⊹ your eyes shine in the dark like a wild animal's

⊹ a supernatural allure or glamour ; your nature is intoxicating

⊹ you sparkle like edward

⊹ there is an ancient, elite family of royal vampires in some far flung european destination ; i.e the volturi

⊹ your family lineage sticks around && you get to meet your descendants

[shiftthemoon]

THINGS YOUR DRS REMIND ME OF ✷ sunlight, or moonlight?

✺ TABLE OF CONTENTS :

harry potter dr. fantastic beasts dr. percy jackson dr. fame dr. mermaid dr. f1 driver dr. httyd dr. game of thrones dr. hunger games dr. marvel dr. spider-man + spiderverse dr. marauders era dr. arcane dr. vampire dr. pirate dr.

psssst!!! post's layout was ib hrrtshape!! my fav mootie ever,, ♡

⊹₊ ✰ ⋆ NOW READING ┋ harry potter dr.

your hogwarts reality feels like rainy afternoons, where clouds cling to the sky like an unspoken promise. it’s libraries that smell of leather and parchment, the kind where you breathe in and suddenly remember things you’ve never lived.

• it reminds me of the soft hum of the cranberries’ “dreams” or the low ache in radiohead’s “exit music (for a film).”

• it feels like the gothic spires of edinburgh, dark green scarves blowing in the wind, and the cold stone streets of york.

• movies like dead poets society and stardust carry the same weight, that blend of whimsy and melancholy, where magic isn’t just magic—it’s rebellion, it’s survival.

• this dr smells like earl grey tea, sharp with bergamot, and the flickering glow of a candle dripping wax onto an old oak desk. it’s virgo sun with scorpio moon energy: structured, mysterious, aching with purpose.

• autumn is your season—cool winds, warm fires, and leaves crackling underfoot.

⊹₊ ✰ ⋆ NOW READING ┋ fantastic beasts & where to find them dr.

this dr is gold filigree and vintage maps, the kind you get lost in, only to discover yourself in the borders. it’s the delicate art of understanding things bigger than you—creatures, love, alchemy.

• it’s the nostalgic drawl of jeff buckley’s “hallelujah” or fleetwood mac’s “the chain,” songs that sound like they were written by ancient souls.

• feels like london, fog rolling off the thames at dawn, or somewhere quieter, like oxford or canterbury, where history whispers to you in cobblestone cracks.

• watch the theory of everything or midnight in paris, for that subtle sense of chasing something you’ll never quite touch but will die trying to understand.

• it smells like leather gloves and ink-stained fingers. it feels like cancer venus — taurus mars — gemini mercury energy: tender, protective, but a little guarded.

• winter. always winter. the kind of cold that bites, but you endure it because it reminds you you’re alive.

⊹₊ ✰ ⋆ NOW READING ┋ percy jackson dr.

camp half-blood hums like cicadas at twilight, drenched in summer heat and the salt of the sea. it’s friendship forged in battle, love found between cracks in the earth.

• this dr is nirvana’s “come as you are” and smashing pumpkins’ “1979.” chaotic, nostalgic, but alive.

• it’s greece in all its ancient glory—the ruins of delphi, the waves crashing at the cliffs of santorini. but it’s also the rugged coastlines of california, where myths could hide in the spray of the pacific.

• the movies the perks of being a wallflower and the goonies echo this vibe: coming-of-age stories tied with adventure and heartache.

• it’s that faint copper smell of blood and the earthy scent of olive trees. sagittarius rising — aquarius mercury — aries mars energy: reckless, bold, chasing freedom with no map in hand.

• summer. long days, wild nights, golden sunsets.

⊹₊ ✰ ⋆ NOW READING ┋ fame dr.

this dr is glitter in your veins, like electricity is the only thing keeping you moving. it’s the hum of the spotlight, the chaos of dreams colliding with reality.

• this one is björk’s “human behaviour” and radiohead’s “high and dry.” a little experimental, a little tragic, but undeniably iconic.

• it’s new york city, obviously—broadway lights cutting through the smoke, or maybe los angeles, a city burning with ambition.

• black swan and whiplash—these movies carry the same brutal hunger, the obsession that eats you alive but makes it all worth it.

• it smells like sweat and perfume and cigarette smoke, all blending together under flashing lights. aries moon — leo sun — gemini venus energy: fiery, intense, unapologetically raw.

• spring—the season of beginnings, of things growing, of chasing what could be.

⊹₊ ✰ ⋆ NOW READING ┋ mermaid dr.

this dr feels like the ocean’s lullaby, where the waves carry secrets and the moon pulls your heart like a tide. it’s otherworldly and yet familiar, like a dream you wake up from, still tasting salt on your lips.

• it sounds like enya’s “sail away” or the cure’s “lullaby.” haunting, ethereal, but grounding.

• the turquoise waters of the maldives, or the dark, stormy coasts of cornwall, where cliffs meet an endless horizon.

• the shape of water and ponyo—love stories where the sea breathes life into forgotten places.

• it’s the smell of saltwater and seaweed, the sting of ocean spray against your cheeks. pisces sun & neptune — taurus moon energy: dreamy, fluid, a little lost but beautifully so.

• late summer, early autumn—those blurry in-between days when the air holds onto its warmth just a little longer.

⊹₊ ✰ ⋆ NOW READING ┋ f1 driver dr.

your f1 dr feels like adrenaline in your veins, the roar of engines, and the wind whipping against your face. it’s speed, competition, but also the camaraderie of shared obsession.

• it sounds like oasis’ “champagne supernova” and the killers’ “all these things that i’ve done.” songs that echo triumph, heartbreak, and everything in between.

• monaco glitters in this dr: yachts anchored in the harbor, the narrow streets drenched in sunlight. but it’s also the neon-soaked nights of singapore and the deserts of bahrain, where the air hums with tension.

• movies like rush and ford v ferrari capture the heart of this dr—rivalries, passion, and the pursuit of perfection.

• it smells like burnt rubber, sweat, and the metallic tang of engines. aries sun — capricorn mars — aquarius uranus energy: fiercely competitive, always chasing the next thrill.

• summer, specifically those late august days when the air is electric with possibility.

⊹₊ ✰ ⋆ NOW READING ┋ how to train your dragon dr.

your how to train your dragon dr is wind-tossed hair, wild laughter, and the freedom of flying. it’s the untamed beauty of a world that doesn’t quite exist but should.

• it’s muse’s “starlight” and florence + the machine’s “dog days are over.” songs that feel like they could lift you into the clouds.

• it smells like the briny ocean, dragon scales warmed by the sun, and the smoky scent of campfires.

• the cliffs and fjords of norway, the volcanic shores of iceland—this dr is rugged and alive, filled with places where magic hides in the landscape.

• movies like spirit: stallion of the cimarron and brave echo this vibe: freedom, connection, and the push against expectations.

• it feels like sagittarius moon & jupiter — aquarius moon energy: wild-hearted, always exploring, always yearning for more.

• spring, where the world blooms and feels untamed, uncharted, and full of life.

⊹₊ ✰ ⋆ NOW READING ┋ game of thrones dr.

your game of thrones dr is fire and ice, betrayal and loyalty, the sharp edge of power balanced with the fragility of hope. it’s a world where survival is its own form of poetry.

• it’s joy division’s “atmosphere” and led zeppelin’s “stairway to heaven.” haunting and raw, filled with the weight of kingdoms rising and falling.

• the ancient castles of scotland, the desolate beauty of the sahara, the twisting streets of dubrovnik—places where history feels alive, where whispers of power still linger.

• movies like gladiator and kingdom of heaven hold the same pulse: grand, epic, and dripping in drama.

• it smells like blood, snow, and the faint sweetness of wine. scorpio rising — capricorn mars & mercury energy: intense, strategic, magnetic, but dangerous if crossed.

• winter—long, harsh, and unforgiving, yet filled with moments of beauty that steal your breath.

⊹₊ ✰ ⋆ NOW READING ┋ hunger games dr.

your hunger games dr is survival carved into your bones, rebellion written in the ashes of the world. it’s the quiet rage of the oppressed turned into a wildfire.

• it’s nine inch nails’ “hurt” and linkin park’s “in the end.” desperate, raw, and relentless, but with a thread of hope.

• the forests of appalachia, the industrial grit of detroit, the sprawling deserts of utah—it’s a patchwork of places where survival feels elemental.

• movies like children of men and the road share this dr’s heart: bleak and brutal, but deeply human.

• it smells like damp earth, gunpowder, and the acrid scent of fire. capricorn mars — virgo venus — leo rising energy: unrelenting, ambitious, and forged in hardship.

• autumn, when the air turns cold, and the trees burn with color, reminding you that beauty exists even in endings.

⊹₊ ✰ ⋆ NOW READING ┋ marvel dr.

your marvel dr is the blur of action and humanity, larger-than-life stakes grounded in the intimacy of love, loss, and choice. it’s heroes who bleed and villains who cry.

• it’s u2’s “with or without you” and audioslave’s “like a stone.” powerful, aching, and utterly cinematic.

• new york city pulses through this dr: the skyline glowing at night, the chaos of people, the hidden corners where stories unfold.

• movies like the dark knight and logan carry the same weight: gritty, emotional, and built on moral gray areas.

• it smells like leather jackets, rain-slick streets, and the metallic tang of battle. aquarius sun — leo mars — gemini moon energy: visionary, a little distant, always fighting for the greater good.

• spring and fall—transitional seasons that feel like the calm before and after the storm.

⊹₊ ✰ ⋆ NOW READING ┋ spider-man + spiderverse dr.

your spiderverse dr feels like swinging between skyscrapers, the air electric with possibility and purpose. it’s chaos and connection, a kaleidoscope of choices and the weight of responsibility.

• it’s the strokes’ “reptilia” and gorillaz’s “feel good inc.”—gritty, pulsing, and full of edge.

• the streets of brooklyn, the neon haze of tokyo, or the rooftops of chicago, where the city is a character all its own.

• movies like blade runner 2049 and tron: legacy carry this vibe: sleek, emotional, and larger than life.

• it smells like rain on pavement, fresh paint on a graffiti wall, and the ozone tang of lightning. aquarius mercury — gemini mars — libra moon energy: inventive, unconventional, and sharp-witted.

• spring—when the world starts to bloom again, full of fresh starts and untold stories.

⊹₊ ✰ ⋆ NOW READING ┋ marauders era dr.

your marauders dr is all late-night laughter and whispered secrets, rebellion scrawled in ink and moonlight. it’s the ache of youth, of moments that feel infinite but are fleeting.

• it’s pink floyd’s “wish you were here” and fleetwood mac’s “rhiannon.” bittersweet, timeless, full of soul.

• feels like the hidden alleys of london, the rolling hills of wales, or the misty forests of the scottish highlands.

• movies like the breakfast club and dead poets society carry this dr’s energy—complicated friendships, rebellion, and nostalgia for a time that might not have been perfect but was yours.

• it smells like old books, cigarette smoke, and the faint sweetness of butterbeer. libra moon — cancer sun — pisces venus energy: romantic, thoughtful, and deeply tied to relationships.

• autumn, when the world feels crisp, nostalgic, and alive with change.

⊹₊ ✰ ⋆ NOW READING ┋ arcane dr.

your arcane dr is a masterpiece of contradictions—gritty streets juxtaposed with glittering innovation. it’s a world of broken dreams and endless ambition.

• it’s placebo’s “every you every me” and radiohead’s “no surprises.” raw, haunting, and brimming with unspoken emotion.

• zaun is the heart of this dr: neon lights cutting through the smoke, the underbelly of progress. piltover looms above, all gold and power.

• movies like v for vendetta and ghost in the shell share this vibe: revolutionary, futuristic, and deeply human.

• it smells like oil, soot, and metallic sparks. pluto & mars in aquarius — scorpio moon energy: transformative, innovative, and unapologetically intense.

• winter—the cold amplifies the tension, the longing for warmth, the fight for survival.

⊹₊ ✰ ⋆ NOW READING ┋ vampire dr.

your vampire dr is velvet and shadows, the allure of eternity balanced with the weight of it. it’s beauty that bites, darkness that whispers, and immortality that aches.

• it’s bauhaus’ “bela lugosi’s dead” and depeche mode’s “enjoy the silence.” moody, sensual, and timeless.

• feels like prague at midnight, the foggy streets of victorian london, or the endless forests of transylvania.

• movies like interview with the vampire and crimson peak embody this dr—hauntingly beautiful, filled with danger and longing.

• it smells like old wine, wax-dripping candles, and the iron tang of blood. scorpio sun — libra venus — pisces mercury energy: intense, magnetic, and deeply tied to the unseen.

• late autumn, when the world is cold and still, and the nights stretch on forever.

⊹₊ ✰ ⋆ NOW READING ┋ pirate dr.

your pirate dr is salt spray in your hair, the endless expanse of the horizon, and the reckless freedom of a life untethered. it’s treasure maps and tempestuous seas, loyalty forged in fire.

• it’s the rolling stones’ “paint it black” and led zeppelin’s “immigrant song.” wild, untamed, and unapologetic.

• the caribbean islands, the rocky cliffs of ireland, or the misty coasts of the azores—where the ocean feels infinite and alive.

• movies like pirates of the caribbean: the curse of the black pearl and master and commander echo this dr: swashbuckling adventure, grit, and loyalty.

• it smells like saltwater, rum, and the wood of a well-worn ship. sagittarius mars — pisces rising — aries sun energy: adventurous, daring, and always chasing the next horizon.

• summer, especially in the golden haze of dusk, when the ocean glows like molten gold.

[cryptidcarnage]

Physically I'm in bed, but mentally I'm walking dramatically down the long corridor of my Gothic Victorian mansion with my black cape blowing in the wind of my majesticness.

[salemisha]

she hungers.

ysiraena. ysykaerra. mother of monsters.

all her names...and depending on if a spirit or mortal is speaking to her and especially a type of spirit she's called one over the other.

desired by inhuman forces not just admired, but claimed, hunted, courted by beings beyond comprehension.

a soul-forge key desired by gods, spirits, fae, and nightmares.

ysy was born half dead. but also half alive. and was something other. one foot in the spirit realm the other in the world of the living a convergence of both. the plan worked. the could be eve of a race of vampiric beings.

the ruling caste sought to create a key to immortality, nature's loophole, after thousands of years of attempts.

they made one. but they also made a soul desired by the living and the dead.

[laniidae-passerine]

positively obsessed with how Rockstar Lestat is the exact kind of guy one of my friends would show me a picture of and swear he’s really sexy and cool and brilliant. Whole time I’m thinking “oh dear GOD” staring at a trainwreck weirdo and wondering what’s happened to everybody else that is absolutely missing me. jesus christ he’s blond

[alivia-riddle]

What are yalls top 3 DRs?

Mines:

1. Twilight.

2. Outer Banks.

3. The Vampire Diaries.

[nnyashift]

♱ 𝖁𝖆𝖒𝖕𝖎𝖗𝖊 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞 .ᐟ

𝑰𝑭 𝑰 𝑮𝑶 𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑳 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑭𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑶𝑾 𝑴𝑬

𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑪𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑲𝑺  𝑨𝑵𝑫

𝑯𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑶𝑾𝑺 ? 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑰 𝑾𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑫 𝑩𝑬

𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑪𝑨𝑰𝑵 𝑰𝑭 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑾𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑫 𝑩𝑬 

𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬 𝑵𝑶𝑾.

⟡ 𝖒𝖞𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖋

༝ 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔣𝔦𝔩𝔢

༝ 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔡𝔯𝔬𝔟𝔢

༝ 𝔰𝔠𝔥𝔬𝔬𝔩

⟡ 𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖘

༝ 𝔪𝔶 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢

༝ 𝔪𝔶 𝔣𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔰

༝ 𝔪𝔶 𝔣𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔶

⟡ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉

༝ 𝔥𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔬𝔴𝔫

༝ 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔡

༝ 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔰

⎛⎝( ` ᢍ ´ )⎠⎞ᵐᵘʰᵃʰᵃ

[bloodmoonmary]

oh, ophelia . . . heaven help the fool who falls in love. ͏𓍼

. . . the candles flickered—or was it her moving between them?—and benedict found himself arrested by the play of light upon a face that seemed not so much beautiful as inevitable, as if all the ballroom's chiaroscuro had arranged itself solely to frame this moment of her passing. she moved (but how does one describe the movement of a being who exists outside time?) with that peculiar grace of the newly immortal, not yet accustomed to the weightlessness of eternity. the lamplight caught in her hair—no, not caught, that implies violence—rather the light pooled in her hair as moonlight pools in still water, and he thought absently how curious it was that after forty years of nights he could still be surprised by beauty.

mary (for that was her name, though names seemed such mortal things) felt the weight of his gaze as one feels the first drops of rain—a presence both sudden and expected. she had known he would be watching, just as she knew the rose by the terrace window would bloom tomorrow night, just as she knew the exact quality of silence that falls between two heartbeats. turning (when had she decided to turn?), she met his eyes across the sea of satin and sweat, and in that moment some essential truth presented itself: they had been moving toward this encounter not for minutes or months, but across the vast expanse of their separate eternities.

later—though time had become such a fluid concept—they would find themselves in the garden, where the scent of jasmine hung heavy as memory. "do you ever," mary began, then paused, her fingers brushing a petal that trembled (or was it her hand that trembled?), "do you ever feel that we are not the hunters, but the hunted? that eternity pursues us rather than the other way around?" benedict considered this as he considered all things—not as answers to be solved but as colors to be mixed upon the palette of his mind. the moon cast her face in silver, and he saw with sudden clarity how young she still was, this girl-woman caught between centuries.

their conversations unfolded like origami creatures—each revealing new facets when examined from different angles. in the library one evening (or was it morning? the curtains were drawn against the sun's impertinence), mary found herself speaking of her mortal childhood with a vividness that surprised her. "i can still feel the exact warmth of my mother's hands shaping my hair into braids," she murmured, "though i cannot recall what color her eyes were." benedict, who had been sketching the curve of her neck where it met her shoulder, set down his charcoal. "memory is a fickle thing," he said, "it preserves the scent of lavender but loses the face of god."

when the revelation came (as all truths must, inevitably), it arrived not with drama but with the quiet certainty of dawn. his fangs gleamed briefly in the lamplight, and mary found herself smiling not at the sight but at the realization that she had known all along, just as one knows the ending of a familiar story even while pretending otherwise. "i wondered when you would show me," she said, and the words hung between them like cobwebs catching moonlight.

three months later (three months! what were months to creatures who measured time in centuries?), beneath that same jasmine-scented sky, benedict would press his forehead to hers and whisper something about lifetimes. mary would think (as the stars wheeled overhead in their ancient dance) how strange it was to find eternity in another's eyes when she had spent so long believing it to be a solitary pursuit. and they would dance then, not to the music of violins but to the silent rhythm of celestial bodies moving through the dark, two immortal points of light finally recognizing their shared constellation.

[spuffybot]

It will never not be super ridiculous that Buffy had to single-handedly protect the world from demons, raise her teenage sister, manage a household, and work a full time job, all at the age of 22 and everyone around her is like “god Buffy just grow up and deal with it, stop acting like it’s hard.”

[ruporas]

feast (ID in alt)

[girlberrie]

ONLY   A   VAMPIRE   CAN   LOVE   YOU   FOREVER   .   .   .

 𓏲𝄢    vampire reality introduction. blood and horror awaits!!!!!!!!

People die all the time.

They die in the hunt, they die from fever. In rare cases, they die because their body is old.

People don’t come back from the dead. And yet─

In Ida’s scarlet heart, which is not meant to beat anymore, she knew home to be the tent she shared with her mother father and three brothers. She knew home to be her and her witch mother finding herbs for the healing tent. She knew home to be the warm and strong arms of her father as he readjusted her archery form once more. She knew home to be her irritating her three brothers again just to have their attention and their annoyed yet loving looks. She knew home to be her girl, her love, as she bounds over and jumps in Ida’s arms after Ida comes back from a hunt. In her somehow-beating heart, she knows that she has to leave home sooner or later.

Because witches live long but not forever. Vampires, however, do.

But in her grieving of a mortal life, Ida chooses to give herself time. She grows tense when she thinks of leaving. She grows quiet when she considers the loneliness. She avoids thinking about the blood of others that now lay in her veins─moving through them and bringing a flush to her face as if its hers, as if her own blood that her scarlet heart had pumped since she was a mere baby wasn’t drained from her years ago. And so she grieves and knows that she has infinite time─a lifetime that will not end unless the world ends, a future forever uncertain─and she does not think about the fact that her home will forever be her only grave.

And its such a strange thing, being the dead walking. Your bones to never creak, your heart feels like it never beats─as still as air is at the eye of a hurricane─even though it must, and your veins carry the blood of dead creatures and is always hungry for more blood that almost shimmers and sings in its promise of pleasure.

And there is a silence that howls beneath your ribs─the absence of life clear despite the thumping of your heart─like a candle suddenly snuffed out, the smoke still there floating, the wax hardened in place─something sharp and almost-divine and withered lingers at the place where life bloomed like flowers in the spring sun, and you get tired of the silence. You wish to hear your insides speak and make sound but it stubbornly keeps quiet. And it is a punishment in return for the eternal dark gift; to hear nothing but the outside, to have no peace in the sounds of yourself and your body. Your heart beats yet you could never hear it yourself, your lungs expand and you breathe and yet it is as quiet as a predator stalking its prey in the woods─it is like pretending to be human has been made impossible. Because the dark gift doesn’t like to be denied─it is erratic and cruel and hungry─a thudding hunger that sets fire to your veins and extends your fangs… it is a strange thing laced with poison for those unaccepting and the only thing that aches is remembrance of a mortal life.

And you are untethered in a way that makes the word home sound strange. The lack of the deadline is felt. You feel like a mortal turned unrightfully divine─

And the sun has turned its back on you.

And Ida used to chase the sun. They would call her the sunchaser and laugh at her when she would whine about the red spots burnt onto her exposed skin. Now she is a creature of the night, never to feel comfort under the rays of the sun, never to feel its kiss on her skin, never to take in its beautiful rise and its colors. And now the sunchaser has lived centuries and she could never find a beauty, a celestial body rightful to take its place in her scarlet heart… only her girl, her lover, her eternal love’s shining hair does she equate to the beams of the sun─and sometimes she doesn’t even know because she has started to forget how the sun would turn her blind for seconds just because she wished to look at it directly.

Ida knows she left home, her first grave in the tents, with her witch mother and archer father and irritated three brothers because she left the sun with them too.

Ida has been dead for centuries and now she finds herself in Rome, pretending to be the human girl she once was─bright and occasionally irritating and spontaneous. She finds herself in Rome and looking for that eternally familiar face of her lover, who had left her at that home in the tent with her mother and father and three brothers because she had been impatient with Ida, because she had accepted the untethered nature of a vampire much easier than Ida had.

Come to me, her lover had crooned into her mind, and Ida obeyed with ease─her mother and father and three brothers long dead and her untethered as she should’ve been three centuries ago. And now she finds herself in Rome, looking for her lover, trying to be the carefree girl she once was─even though she is now a phantom and myth that walks under the beams of the moon, even though she can not be a sunchaser any longer, even though she is no longer naive and fragile─but she is a killer in nature and her body is quiet in its attempt to be the apex predator and she has been dead for centuries.

And her lover, who took to being a creature of the night much better than Ida, who never truly changed─an adventurer and impatient as always─walks among the people of Rome like she is nothing different, waiting to be noticed and be seen. Luckily for her, Ida would know her by the way the moon makes her skin shine iridescently, by the way she holds her arms when she walks, by her scent─because their love has never been ordinary. It has always been a wild beat of their hearts and now it is their only thread still shimmering with life─the only thing about them not blood-stained and fierce. Their former home is a grave and their love is the remaining ashes, and yet they’ve found it to be gentle and bright, and it bloomed in their distance that spanned two centuries… it has never been clearer that they are each other’s companion.

And that is enough for Ida to find her in the thousand faces walking the marble streets of Rome at the dead of night. And after that, with their eternal companionship renewed as two untethered vampires who have eyes for only the other, starts the rest of their life.

      i actually don't know whatever tf happened here. i struggled so hard with this one. i may come back a rewrite it one day. and i PROMISE its not as depressing as i made it sound here……………i can only write poetically if there is angst………….i promise i don't hate myself…………….yeah. but basically i'm old asf and i have my beautiful lovely amazing gf as my immortal witch companion. also i'm a witch i didn't know how to incorperate that here so i just didn't. yay. that's all. bye hope you enjoyed....... ALSO ALSO ALSOOOOOO: big ib @kerryshifts (her previous marauders dr intro) bc is amazing. ok that's actually it now

[rayztokio]

mini script tour!!!

i’m a little obsessed with it so i want to post it here !! its for a new dr i had an idea for where i’m a singer with vampire vibes!! i may post a little snippet about this dr when i plan it out more bc i think its gonna be one of my favs!!