#Vampire Waltz

[wardenparker]

Hey My Loving Lovelies!

My deepest, sincerest, and loudest "Whoopsie Daisies!" for missing Friday's post slot. I had a family friend's memorial service, a special event at work, and a house test at work all in the span of 48 hours and something had to give.

BUT! I will be making it up to all of you with ✨three✨ posts this week!

Chapter 6 of Vampire Waltz will absolutely be released today (Sunday 10/29) but it's going to be later in the day by EST reckoning. I apologize if that doesn't reach some of you until Monday, but I promise on my knees that this chapter is worth waiting for and you do not want a shoddy editing job this week.

On Halloween we'll have Red Lipstick, a Dieter Bravo one shot featuring a reader who is the ghost of the original owner of Dieter's new house.

And on Friday we'll have a Marcus Pike one-shot that has our favourite FBI agent being set up on a blind date by his mother.

Thanks for reading! C 🧡

[weirdlookindog]

The Vampire Waltz, 1911

(Note sheets can be found here)

[thoseyoulove]

Assad talking about how he felt more like Armand when he spoke French and how beautiful and sensual the language is etc and mentioning one of his scenes with Sam and the one he did with Roxanne and I was like "oh, I'm sure".

[fumifooms]

Hijoushoku to Gochisou / A Feast of Emergency Rations

Mayonaka no Waltz / Midnight Waltz

Nagabe

[sethlene]

Anastasia and Jay 🔥🔥 inspired by the waltz scene in ep #66 I actually quite like this one, first time trying drawing Anastasia

[briaryoung]

i made this forever ago & i want the world to know

love, an ancient CJFS book club meeting

[colleyuriko]

Wanted to get this one off my chest as well.

(If it's not actually a minuet please let me know)

[ventruevitae]

Mitchell has a close encounter of the supernatural kind; A glimpse into Kat's past lays the groundwork for future mistakes.

Rated M. 36.7k Words as of Chapters 5/15.

October, 2004. Santa Monica, California.

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The Asylum’s front door opens with a burst, and Mitchell spills out into the street in an uncoordinated spectacle of panic. She knows that people are watching her scramble for balance, knows she must look half a fool for failing to walk a straight line. 

They’re laughing at you. Or they’re drunk. Take your pick.

It’s probably both. 

The judgement of strangers feels hot and prickly on the back of her neck. 

She couldn’t help but feel that she might have been better off never speaking with Jeanette before she made her mad dash to the door. The less she knew, the less there was to process and integrate into her view of the world. Malkavian tastes so familiar on the back of her tongue when she silently rolls the syllables around her mouth and in her head, but the sense of solidarity that came with the word was disconcerting. Could it be true? Could there really be a group of people like her , who would be able to understand her on a molecular level? What would that look like? 

Do I even want that? 

Unfamiliar familiarity.

How uncomfortable. 

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[yume4evere]

Waltz of Vanitas by Akira from Vampire Knight Musical ( kaname) ♥️

Start

In the dark night I smile; my eyes glow red

At midnight my body starves for blood and struggles in pain

🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶

On the monochrome stage hidden by the shadow of the moon

With the love with a yawning gap, I dance the sorrowful waltz with you

🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶

1,2,3…

I'm in pain…and sorrow…

🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶

The crimson rose dances madly…

🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶

Vanitas...Vanitas...

That pain keeps encircling me

🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶

Vanitas...Vanitas...

Even if I decay, I'll still love you only

🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶

I hate to be under the spell; I don't want to face it

The flame of the sun wavers in the gap between love and desire

🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶

Kisses your cheeks and brightens your white and soft skin

Your fading rosiness overlaps with my sin

🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶

1,2,3…

I'm in pain…and sorrow…

1,2,3…

In my dream I pray, “God have mercy”…

🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶

I fear that one day I may suck your life away…

🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶

Despite shivering, I still show my fangs

And bite your white slim neck

🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶

The crimson rose blooms like this

And counts the sins I have committed

🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶

Your soft smile melts my cry of regret

Mixing our blood together and sucking it

🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶

I'm falling to the purgatory……

🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶

Vanitas... Vanitas...

That pain keeps encircling me

🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶

Vanitas... Vanitas...

Even if I decay, I'll still…

🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶

Yes, I'll only live for you

🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶

闇夜の中で嗤う紅く濡れた眼に

飢えた体が悶え苦しむ零刻

月の影に隠れた白黒の舞台で

隔たれた愛と踊る哀しみの円舞曲

un,deux,trois..

douleur...tristesse...

踊り狂う極紅の薔薇…

Vanitas...Vanitas...

その痛みは僕が抱え生き続けよう

Vanitas...Vanitas...

たとえ朽ち果てたとしても貴女だけを愛す

背中合わせに睨み背負う呪縛を憎む

愛と欲望の狭間 揺れ動く陽炎

頬に口吻しよう　白き柔肌に灯る

薄らいだ紅が罪を重ねる

un,deux,trois...

douleur...tristesse...

un,deux,trois...

Kyrie,traumen...

いつかは貴女を殺めてしまうかも知れない…

牙を立てる　震えながら

細く白い首筋へと

そこから咲く紅き薔薇が

僕の罪を数えている

優しく笑う貴女の顔が慟哭する声に溶けていく

混ざり合った紅を啜った僕は煉獄へ

堕ちていく……

Vanitas...Vanitas...

その痛みは僕が抱え生き続けよう

Vanitas...Vanitas...

たとえ朽ち果てたとしても貴女だけを…

そう貴女だけの為に生きよう

[wardenparker]

Connie I am LIVING for bat Max this is the cutest thing! (Where do I find one of those to snuggle me!?)

Also, the casual Matthew and Diana vibes? I’m not sure if you did it deliberately or if that’s just where my mind went with the vamp/witch “legend” but I love it!!!!

Okay the Matthew and Diana vibes are accidental they're just INSIDE MY BRAIN.

And it's *that* time of year where I do my annual real-time read of A Discovery of Witches, so they really are just up inside my head and I'm not even mad.

But for right now I'm just gonna go cry about how kind this is and how delighted I am that you're out there seeing extraordinary parallels in this little story right as it's starting to get off the ground. 🧡🧡🧡

Matthew and Diana forever, bitches!

[brokehorrorfan]

Planet of the Vampires’ original motion picture soundtrack is available on vinyl for the first time via Death Waltz Recording Co. Priced at $35, the score is composed by Gino Marinuzzi Jr.

The album is pressed on "Aura Splatter" colored vinyl, limited to 2,000. It's housed in a gatefold jacket featuring artwork by Graham Humphreys. Shipping is expected to begin in June.

[spiralling-spires]

What need we of tumblr when we bathe in the eternitu

[charmspoint]

Sanguine Friday 3

This friday is for the second protagonist and the love interets, Duchess Eliza.

Beautiful art once again done by @lilleeboi (keep an eye out because there will be an updated version :3)

Name: Elizabeth

Gender: Cisgender woman

Pronouns: She/her

Age: 118yrs

Height: 204cm

Orientation: Aromantic Bisexual

Affiliation: Goddess Lurza and the vampire faction

Belief faction: The worshipers of the Unwillting Rose

Personality: Eliza has a condescending, confident nature of a predator sure of their strength. Once a high-class lady, now a sharp toothed monster, Eliza wishes for nothing more than to be seen as she once was. Beautiful, elegant, worthy of admiration and awe. She carries herself with those assumptions and Lurza help those who may contradict them because Eliza is not of forgiving kind. The vampire world is one made of lies and illusions and Eliza is more than happy to play her part. She pays close attention to manners and etiquette even when doing the most monstrous deeds, as even the most gruesome acts must be prettied up and presented in the right way. This doesn’t make her any less of a vampire though. She nurtures a sadistic nature, a love to play with her prey much like a cat, toying with them until the moment she gets bored and devours what is left. When tables are turned and those of higher power start toying with her, fracturs in the mask appear. She has little patience for being talked down to, for her status being questioned or for being dismissed. Such irritations quickly lead to passive aggressiveness and, if uncurbed, vengeful violence. She is a pretty beast but she is still a beast when the chips are down. (Second) life long worshiper of Lurza, Eliza is pretty much a fanatic, hosting parties and sacrificial ceremonies in her goddess’ name. She spares little blood for these events, wanting to get the goddess attention and hoping to be blessed by her. The natural state of decay the vampires find themselves in distresses her greatly, and she hopes that with enough worship her goddess might look upon her kindly, return the beauty she once possessed and grant her eternal salvation from the curse. She cares little if any other vampire gets the same benefit. While seemingly heavily social in nature, Eliza is very much the kind of person who puts herself and her own well being first. In the end this world is a food chain and she is going to make sure she ends up on top of it.

Appearance: There is no such thing as too much. Eliza is a lady of fine society and that is visible in the way she dresses. Full ball gowns, plentiful jewellery and high heels to match are the order of the day. Her signature colors and red and black, with gold accents here and there to spruce up the ensemble. She is quite found of big, hanging earrings and detailed necklaces and collars as it’s incredibly base to show one’s neck in the presence of other vampires. The illusion magic she weaves over herself leaves her hair looking rich and thick and gives somewhat of a blush to her skin, but she is still incredibly pale as there must, after all, be a visible difference between a distinguished vampire and a lowly human. Her real form is something else entirely. Underneath the layers of magic, Eliza is a decrepit, sunken in monster, with sickly, pale pink skin collapsing in waves over her features. Her nails sharp as claws and teeth crooked and stained with blood. Her hair a lifeless mop upon her misshapen head. She considers it better for people to die than to walk away having seen her true form.

Interests: Dancing, music, fashion, gossip

Fears: Break ins, people seeing her true self

Habits and quirks: Sadistic and playful in her manner of speaking, she often talks down to people and ghosts over their opinions entirely if they don’t match hers. She loves great many things and marks each with a special pet name.

Goals: Advance her position in the vampire society and become recognized by her goddess

Lines in the sand: Eliza is the type to go with the flow of almost anything as long as it’s going in her favor. Trouble arises when her authority and class is questioned and when the fact that she’s a relatively low ranked vampire is brought up. Polite society can take a lot, but not mockery. Attempting to reveal, or even just seeing her true for on accident provokes untameable wrath.

Nightmare of the body: Like with all the vampires, Eliza’s observable body is an illusion. A magic trick designed specifically to counter the curse resting on their kind which leaves their bodies decaying. Eliza cannot make her peace with it. She despises her real body and puts extra efforts in always maintaining her illusion, often fiddling with the little details of it. She will wear it socially, but also privately, only breaking effort to keep up the magic when she is absolutely sure nobody will see her for a good amount of time. And even then, she avoids mirrors like a plague and tries not to perceive the way her body looks. Accepting her body the way it is seems like a completely impossible task and one she would rather die than undertake.

[eldrichthingy]

I really... physically, like literally can't handle Astarion's good ending and I do love it, but I hate how it makes me feel so much pain I can't believe it. That scene when he kills Cazador is so fucking heavy yet yes, catharsic and beautiful, but it's so fucking heavy I could handle seeing it only ONE time and swore that I'll never repeat it again. That's just my own opinion, it breaks my heart and it's truly so well-written, but I hate seeing it. I hate the ending where he's forced to return to living in shadow, I hate when he burns on sun and I hate how companions (mostly) say something rather.. jokingly? I hate how the moment after he finally has true freedom, he's forced to not see the colours of life ever again (untill, of course, the cure is found). Especially in his own origin non-ascended ending. It seems even more... tragic. There are so many moments in this route that just... make me burst into tears. For me, this ending is much heavier and heartbreaking than ascendant one. It's so hard to process for me. Which might be a reason why I prefer ascended Astarion much more - because I don't have to see, experience all that and feel like my heart have been shattered to thousand pieces. For sure, it's very... satisfying? But I personally can't stand it for this simple reason: it's painful. And I'm hurting- like, badly.

[incaseofart]

Very pleased with this one - vampires go brrrrr blood splatters everywhere

[frenchvani11a]

A Vampires Masquerade

By FrenchVani11a

The room had been elaborately decorated, and candles from the tables on the side and the chandelier shrouded the alluring ballroom in a gentle light. The band, consisting of an accordion, cello, violin, drum, and piano played into the room, driving a number of equally lavishly dressed couples to dance, intending to dance into the night with each other under the dreamlike music. Not one identity was revealed, for the masks of this masquerade were all extravagantly detailed, yet concealing.

She entered the ballroom, formally late. Her elaborate black dress flowed in unison behind her like a starry sky as she walked. She made her way to the side of the room to watch the graceful dancers, not noticing all heads turning to her. For some, it was awe at the beauty of her dress and herself, and for others it was because their fangs extending a small amount at the thought of blood from such a gorgeous woman.

Her dark gown seemed to flow constantly, if only standing still. A presence was felt behind her but before she could look a gentle tap was felt on her shoulder. She turned.

"Madame," A voice of red wine said. The man was very tall and dressed in an all black suit with an exemption of his blood red tie and gloves. She found him handsome.

"A woman as beautiful as you should not be here unaccompanied." He bowed down slightly and held out a gloved hand. The woman took it, willing to waltz with him.

At the beginning of the next song by the band, they seamlessly entered the dancing group. Together they stayed and swayed for a time she couldn't count. They both remained dancing with each other for the night, entranced. She never once wished that night to dance with any of the other men there, feeling light with this dark figure. Soon, everything around the two seemed to fade, as they closed out the party around them, focusing on each other and only each other. She closed her eyes and leaned into his chest, never once noticing she was the only reflection in the polished floor they shared that night.