Vampire Aesthetic - Blog Posts
—and it’s my whole heart, weighed and measured inside,
And it’s an old scar, trying to bleach it out,
And it’s my whole heart,
Deemed and delivered a crime—
—the monsters make me hide, perhaps I’ll eat myself alive.
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Sleepy little vampire all tuckered out after a long day of mischief 🦇
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First acrylic and oil painting I've done in a while, I enjoyed getting back into it!
𝕳𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖇𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖙....
"the red means I love you" by Madds Buckley
"Throughout the vast shadowy world of ghosts and demons there is no figure so terrible, no figure so dreaded and abhorred, yet dight with such fearful fascination, as the vampire, who is himself neither ghost nor demon, but yet who partakes the dark natures and possesses the mysterious and terrible qualities of both."
Consider: Spike, Buffy, and Angel having a romantic picnic by the beach at night and stargazing together. They may not be able to go picnicking in the daylight, but the night has charms of its own.
Also consider Angel and Spike getting competitive over who can name more constellations and who tells the stories that go with them better, haha :)
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Vampire's pearls.
My current coping mechanism is using a pair of big battered pliers to bend metal, so now there's another new item in my vampire hoard.
This is me now:
Be back to cat drawings this weekend. Busy week. And my brain's been weird for a while; it likely shows in my creations. I've got an eyeball ring on my desk right now, for crying out loud.
When I say I'm leaving you an inheritance of vampire jewellery, this is what I mean
Feed your vampire before you... frappé... them
Don't like frappuchinos? Have a juice box
I have also made fang rings, bat earrings, and a muscle bunny armour pendant. Oh, can't forget the nosferatu bag. I think being subtle about my preferences might not be my strong suit.
🫦 Close-up of a WIP.
For the first time, I drew a fairly decent digital drawing of a human-like creature. And then this happened. I'm cursed. I want to take a bite out of it.
Perchance, I should consider giving up pursuing a career as an illustrator, and turn to making vampire pin-ups.
What are the people's interests in slightly scandalous, highly edible-looking vampire art?
vampire game mockup for portfolio day
California Dreaming dance music clip (offical video)
BLOODLUST
The office was quiet, the only sound the faint hum of the city outside. I sat behind my desk, surrounded by walls that held secrets darker than the night sky. My heartbeats were steady, unwavering—much unlike those of a mortal. I am Kamala Harris, Vice President of the United States, but tonight, I felt more like a creature of the night, an ancient being tethered to desires I had long buried.
When Y/n stepped through the door, everything changed. The air shifted, electric with the promise of something forbidden. I watched them as they approached, my gaze lingering on the gentle curve of their neck, the pulse beneath their skin—a tempting reminder of life itself. It was intoxicating, the way their blood sang to me, calling out in an unending serenade, stirring an insatiable hunger deep within that I fought to keep contained.
“Kamala, I thought we could go over the briefings for tomorrow,” they said, holding a stack of papers, their voice smooth and warm—a stark contrast to the chill that often surrounded me. But I hardly heard their words; all I could think about was how close they were, how their presence enveloped me like the darkness outside.
“Let’s put that aside for a moment,” I replied, my voice low and deliberate, cloaking the urgency that bubbled just beneath the surface. I leaned back in my chair, feeling like a predator watching its prey, my instincts teetering on the edge of control. The moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating Y/n’s features and casting an ethereal glow around them, making my resolve waver.
Desire coursed through my veins, more potent than any political ambition I had ever known. It was as if the centuries I had lived had led me to this very moment—the pull between us undeniable, magnetic. Could I dare cross that line? The thought sent shivers down my spine, awakening a part of me that longed for connection, for companionship beneath the vast cosmos.
I stood from my chair, closing the distance between us, the scent of Y/n’s blood wrapping around me like a silken ribbon. “You’re more than just my assistant,” I confessed, every word heavy with meaning. “There’s something about you I can’t resist.”
Their eyes widened, surprise mingling with an awakening awareness—a spark that ignited the tension in the room. “Kamala…” they began, but I didn’t give them a chance to finish. The moment hung thick, filled with a potent mixture of fear and longing, and I knew I had to have them, to claim what was mine.
With a sudden, primal urge, I reached out, brushing my fingers against their wrist, feeling the warmth radiating from their skin. Everything in me screamed to take, to indulge in the primal desire that surged within—Y/n’s blood would not only satiate my thirst but bind us in ways that transcended time.
“Y/n,” I murmured, leaning closer, my breath fanning across their neck, intoxicating and overwhelming. “I want you to understand what this means. You are my mate… and once you feel it, there’s no turning back.”
The world outside faded, leaving only the two of us suspended in this moment, caught between light and darkness—a powerful connection waiting to be unleashed under the watchful gaze of the moon.
