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Peak Vampirism on acrylic

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Finally finished this! I’m really happy with how it turned out, and I got it done in time to have prints and stickers for Mad Monster Expo! Yay!

Anyways, just wanted to draw some cute horror stuff lol Hope ya like ☺️

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Followers' Favorite Horror Movie Countdown 2025 Edition

24. Near Dark (1987) dir. Kathryn Bigelow Howdy. I'm gonna separate your head from your shoulders. Hope you don't mind none.

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⯎The Lost boys headcanons⯎

Pre-vamp and early-vamp Marko and Paul

Another hc post based on absolutely NOTHING that I wrote on my notes app last night before losing consciousness because I just HAD to get these ideas out of my brain. I was going to get round to doing one for David and Dwayne too but GOD I've got NOTHING (especially Dwayne, I'm so sorry bbygrl I could not think of a single thing) so I've roped my moot/irl friend whom I love dearly into doing them instead (I know you're reading this hiiii <3) might go back and edit this but I just need this to be out there now

so without further ado here are what I think Marko and Paul were like as humans + early vampire life ★ (art at the end!)

Marko ☾

pre-vamp

Lived in a strict 1950s household, didn't do well in school and didn't get into college (not like he'd really wanted to anyway)

Got caught stealing a LOT.

A year out of high school and he can't hold a job for more than a month, creating even more tension with his parents.

After a particularly bad fight with his dad ended in Marko getting a black eye he decides he's had enough. Grabbing what little money he'd saved he sneaks out in the night to get whatever bus would get him as far away from his hometown as he could, this ends up being Santa Carla.

After gaining full clarity about what he'd just done he realizes he's spent most of the money he had on the bus ticket, while he had enough for some food no way in hell did he have enough for a place to stay.

Accepting his fate he chooses to wander up and down the boardwalk for hours trying to come up with a plan.

He's interrupted by someone calling him over. It's David and Dwayne

"Hey. Hey kid c'mere. That eye looks pretty bad, you got a good story to go with it?"

early-vamp

Can finally be himself and accept his creative side. Takes joy in knowing his father would absolutely hate that he's taken up a 'feminine' hobby like sewing, this is what fuels him to start making his jacket.

Metaphorical and literal death of his old self

Never had many friends when he was human so David and Dwayne seemed like blessings to him.

Paul ☆

pre-vamp

I'm sticking with my hc that he was turned no earlier than the late 60s.

Flunked high school and college was never even a thought that crossed his mind.

Parents didn't give a shit about him so in his eyes he has no family. Left home as soon as he could and never looked back, living in a van with a couple of friends for a while before deciding he wanted to travel on his own.

And how do you travel when you have no money? You hitchhike of course.

So you have a hippie hitchhiking across the country with nothing but the clothes on his back and a bag of weed.

After getting dropped off in Santa Carla and spending a while scrounging for food on the boardwalk he decides that this place blows and he wants to skip town.

While trying to hitch another ride to literally anywhere (he's not picky) who should pull up offering a ride? None other than David, Dwayne and Marko.

David wants to kill him because he's clearly high and "this guy has no idea what's going on", but Marko objects and David uncharacteristically gives in.

Paul was never really committed to being a hippie, he just preferred the freedom the lifestyle gave him and the fact that they were more likely to accept him.

early-vamp

Pre-vamp Paul might as well be a completely different person.

Being with the boys brought out his more reckless side and after finding out he can't die...boy does he have the most fun with that fact.

This man witnessed hair metal and glam rock appear in real time, of course it was going to completely change him as a person.

Hippie to punk pipeline. Paul is going to be a part of a counterculture movement even if it kills him (and it did)

Didn't hesitate to drink the blood wine when offered, he'll try anything once.

Probably the one to question it the least.

bonus! art of my headcanons drawn by yours truly

I feel like I went a bit out of character for Paul but I really vibe with it, not like he had much of a character to go off of in the film to start with tho amirite 💀.

Please please please lemme know what you think of these, do you disagree with me? even better! please comment and tell me how wrong I am I'm really curious (seriously) or even just let me know what your personal hcs are for their backstories <3 I need to talk to people about tlb before my head explodes

Thanks for reading, love ya! ♡

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Interview with the Vampire (1994)

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when you end up on the Lost Boys Behind-the-Scenes side of Pinterest instead of revising for you science exam tomorrow.

Couldn’t be me.

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♡Miscellaneous lost boys headcanons! (+ a few star ones)♡

♡This is gonna be so disjointed cuz its just me rambling essentially, all of these I came up with today while i was at work 💀 it was the only thing getting me through the day

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To begin with, the order i think they were turned: David, Dwayne, Marko, and then Paul

Idk why but to me Paul was turned no earlier than the late 60s.

'Young Guns' changed my brain chemistry (go watch it) so pre-max cowboy David is canon to me. He definitely had a bit of a southern accent that he lost over the years, but it comes back out every now and then. Paul is the first to pick up on it and starts calling him 'partner' to piss him off.

David traded riding a horse for a motorcycle the minute the option became available

David and Dwayne saw the original Nosforatu in theatres, thought it was the funniest shit.

Marko is banned from the boardwalk arcade for getting his arm stuck in a claw machine while trying to win Laddie a prize, Dwayne saw the whole thing, took Laddie for ice cream and left Marko to fend for himself.

The boys used to have game nights (mostly card games) but quickly stopped, all of them cheat but none of them will admit to it so it usually ended in fighting and a table being thrown, if you look closely in the cave you can still find the odd playing card hidden away.

Paul can play guitar no doubt in my mind.

Marko made all of the other boys jewellery.

Paul seems like the type of person to steal a shopping cart then ride it around with Marko inside before purposely ramming it into the nearest wall.

Paul and Marko are both banned from the cinema because they kept either stealing or destroying the promotional cardboard cutouts.

The boys have a copy of the comic the Frog brothers gave Sam (stolen of course) because is Max gonna tell them vampire lore? Like shit he is.

Star has tarot cards, whether you want it or not shes giving you a reading.

She also pockets any pretty shells or pieces of sea glass she finds, shes considered turning them into jewellery but puts them in an ornate glass bottle instead, says she likes how it looks when the light hits it.

Together she and Marko are the groups magpies, however marko has a tendency to collect animal bones (and a few human ones) as well

The boys cannot have candles in the cave, Marko kept testing to see if the hair products Paul uses were flammable, they were. Fire pits are good enough.

Some of the patches on Markos jacket are taken from victims.

Dwayne goes to the movies alone some nights if he gets bored enough, David isnt interested and obviously Paul and Marko aren't gonna go with him, he's not a film buff by any means but he likes the thrillers and horrors.

Marko is a hopeless romantic idc

While I dont think any of the boys are avid readers I do think Dwayne reads the most, he often had trouble sleeping when he was human and that carried over into his vampire life, so he'll just sit and read whatevers lying around until he falls back asleep.

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Thats all I've got for now! Pt 2 coming whenever I have another bad day at work lmao

Lemme know what hcs you guys have, id love to hear them!

Thanks for reading, love ya! ♡

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☆Fatal Charm - David X Reader☆

⯎ Warnings: vampire typical hypnotism, I try writing romance and this is what happens, blood-drinking, is the reader into it? who's to say

♡Authors note♡ I have never written x reader before so you're not allowed to be mean to me, this is also completely unstructured and fairly short (because I'm lazy), I don't write often and I just wanted to give it a go :3. The target audience for this is me and me alone <3. If this is out of character please do not tell me, I enjoy making shit up 😌

"It's getting late, I should really go."

"No, I think you're gonna stay for a few more minutes."

Gloved hands take a hold of your own as he moves closer to you; something about his voice pulls you in, almost hypnotic. Everything seems to slow down as you feel yourself falling into a daze. He continues talking but his words fall on deaf ears. You try your best to concentrate but he sounds muffled, distant. It's becoming a slog to think anything remotely coherent; you go to speak but you can't find the words.

You can't stop staring at his eyes.

One leather clad hand slowly reaches up to hold your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb; his touch is gentle in an attempt to be reassuring but you can't shake the lingering feeling of unease.

There you both sit on a beat up old couch, nothing but soft firelight to illuminate the spacious cave you currently find yourself in. You don't remember him bringing you here.

He speaks once more and this time you understand him.

"What's the matter, doll? Your heart's beating awful fast."

As soon as those words leave his mouth you feel that something's definitely wrong. Muddy thoughts try to recount the events that led to this but the physical contact keeps you in the present, like he doesn't want you to question anything. There was something off about him you couldn't pinpoint. A gleam in his eyes that felt dangerous. You're conflicted; you know you should go but some morbid curiosity gnaws at your mind telling you to stay. It doesn't feel like your own thoughts- instead, an invasive force willing you to stay right where you are under his gaze.

Whispers echo in your head as you continue to stare at this stranger, the voices too fast and quiet to make out. Your mind's all in a jumble before they even out.

Stay with me.

He moves; his hand wandering from your face to brush your hair away before slowly ghosting over your neck, eyes darting back and forth between your face and the exposed area. His other hand stays gently placed around yours; his thumb rubbing circles on your wrist, feeling your pulse. He smells of smoke, this would usually deter you but for some reason everything about his presence seems to lure you in. The sensation of leather on your skin continues to keep you in a lull. It would almost feel nice if it weren't for the way he was looking at you.

He leans in, peppering kisses along your jaw and down your neck before he stops. His mouth hovers over your skin and you feel a small shaky breath escape him. He lets out a gentle hum of contentment before it turns into a purr. A warning noise before he strikes. Your breath hitches in anticipation, your heart pounding in your chest so loud you can hear it. The sound of your heartbeat entices him; he tries to hold back a little longer, savouring the moment before giving in.

And there it is. Pain. A quick sharp pain before abruptly fizzling out. Replaced by something else. Not a bad feeling, no. An odd one. Something was being taken, drawn out from you at an agonising pace; a yelp of protest turns into a moan as you don't try to fight. Minutes tick by as his face stays pressed against your neck, the hunger takes him over completely as if he'd been starved; he tries to contain himself, slowing down to take in every part of you. To him you were utterly intoxicating.

You feel something wet run down your collarbone but your mind's too fuzzy to comprehend it. It isn't until the feeling stops and he looks back up at you do you realise what's happened.

Piercing gold eyes stare into your very soul; he's panting like an animal, mouth dripping with blood. Fangs contort into an amused grin as you helplessly gawp at him like a deer in headlights. Clearly taking pleasure in watching everything click in your mind. Hand still in yours he brings it up to his face, you feel sharp teeth graze your fingers before turning your hand to softly kiss the outside of your palm.

The contact sends a shiver down your spine and it's as if a floodgate in your head opens up.

Racing thoughts hit you like a bus as you're suddenly released from whatever spell he had you under. The suddenness of it all makes you feel nauseous as the room spins. Your thoughts are once again your own as bits and pieces of the evening return to you. The roar of motorcycle engines, the dizzying lights of the boardwalk and then him. David.

There's still holes in your memory but just enough comes back for you to remember you had followed him willingly.

Was this what you'd wanted?

The air of mystery around him, the thrill of his lifestyle had left you craving answers. You'd needed to know more about him. Night after night of seeing him on the boardwalk and you'd finally mustered up the courage to approach him. One vague introduction later and you were hooked. He practically screamed danger but at the time it didn't matter, if anything it drew you in more. The need to step out of your comfort zone, the need to feel alive, motivated you to seek him out. The leader of this Santa Carla gang had you enthralled. Completely and utterly fascinated.

"C'mon sweetheart, I don't bite."

Like some sort of adrenaline junkie you'd accepted his offer of a ride and now here you were. Curiosity killed the cat you suppose.

Now you're stuck in a cave with a vampire who's taken a shine to you. You were his victim.

You should be scared. You should. You should be screaming for help. Pushing him away, fighting him, doing anything at all to get out. But you don't. You've accepted it. Him.

The blood loss finally gets to you; you feel weak, dizziness overtakes you and you slump forward, slipping into unconsciousness. Your body goes limp in his arms and he does his best to steady you; moving to place your head against his shoulder, almost cradling you, as he breathes in your scent.

He sits in silence for a moment contemplating something before letting out a shaky sigh;

"...Fuck."

This was a bad night for him. He tried his best, he really did; he'd tried to calm you down, make it easier to feed. He went too far, you'd just become borderline unresponsive instead. He usually liked more of a reaction; some fear, a scream- anything. He usually revelled in the pain and confusion of his victims but he just couldn't bring himself to do it with you. You threw him off his game, he couldn't admit to himself that he liked you. A pretty face drawn to danger. Drawn to him. It had been a while since he viewed a human as more than food; he wasn't used to that feeling, and he wasn't sure he liked it either. What would that make you? A pet? That doesn't feel right.

He didn't take enough to kill you. He made sure of that. It took all his strength to stop himself. You'll never know how desperately he wanted to take it all, to savour you. The moment he saw you all that occupied his thoughts was how incredible you'd taste, how fun you'd be to toy with. But after feeling you lean into his touch, feeling the warmth of your body, something changed. He'd changed.

He'd changed his mind- he wanted you alive. For now, at least.

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Wanted to show off my keychain of the silly

Hes so tiny :3

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vampires & valley boys

I’ve got nothing interesting to say here I just think they’re neat

and also Star is underrated as hell- c’mon tlb fans give me cool vampire girl content please

closeups under the cut:

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the answer is: whatever the fuck these two got going on

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romanticizing vampirism again. you know, the type of desire that goes beyond simple mortal pleasures of the body. the deeper form of love that is stored within, the carnal wanting of the red essence that brings life into the flesh. it is to want the very thing that makes you. it is to want you entirely.

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I am so down bad for various vampires that I might just start writing fanfiction at this point

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I can’t stop quoting this stupid meme

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The Hunger 1983 | Tony Scott

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The Lost Boys (1987) dir. Joel Schumacher