Vince and Charley (06/20/03)

2022 / 2020 redraw

Vince dump

grrrr

accidentally embarrassing yourself in front of your crush because you’re turning into a creature of the night… yikes

two and a half vamps

chapter cover pages

henry in THIS shirt

just two horrible guys who are obsessed with each other.

Sybildownthestairs in yesterday’s dress and no shoes. The scrape of chairs, soft voices, soft bread and butter and jams. Henry and her dad are having brunch. Her dad is laughing, and she hasn’t heard him laugh in like a hundred years.

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Someone sent me an ask asking me if I was the person who wrote the vampire tinder fic and if so could I send it to them cause they want to read it again and I’m just kind of sitting here, staring at the ask like:

I have no memory of this but, that sure as shit sounds like me

I tried typing “vampire” into my search box and firefox crashed.

This doesn’t bode well.

For what it’s worth i don’t remember that fic, and I followed you probably late spring.

Also, yes firefox crashing when searching for vamps sounds logical on your blog :P

Either from the sheer volume return, or firefox just having had enough of my bullshit, we’ll never know.

I found it, it was a short response to an ask from @little-magicpuff:

I’m sorry that neck you just posted and tagged for vampires reminded me of Taylor Lautner so now I’m cackling over unintentional gay twilight fanfiction. Tinder for vampires and humans who like to be bitten or something and all the humans just post pics of their necks like this.

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Okay but what if it’s just Tinder but people start putting “necking” into their profile description (necking, being a slang term for kissing, in case some of the young people who follow me get confused by the lingo) and it becomes sort of like their code for finding each other. 

So you’ve just got profile pictures of artfully taken neck poses and nothing else and, sometimes there might be a choker or a collar or some really weird artistic black and white close ups of neck veins with fingers resting gently on pulse point and the humans are all swiping left like “the heck is this hipster art nonsense”. 

Meanwhile there’s a vampire sitting at home sipping a nice bottle of red and swiping through potential matches before pausing at one that really catches their eye, and hesitantly swiping right. A moment later an unprompted clavicle shot appears in their inbox, and really it’d be vulgar if it wasn’t such a nicejugular notch...it’d be almost rude of them really, not to reply…

I…kind of want to do something with this now…

TOASTER FIRE IS A SUCCESS THIS IS AMAZING AND IF YOUR WIP FOLDER DOESN’T WANT IT MINE DOES.

The fact that I can now smell burning toast is worrying me. Like either I am having some sensory memory moment from a time when I could eat wheat, or it’s a stroke. Either or. 

Seriously though I don’t remember this but I kind of like the idea (surprise I am always vampire trash). 

Like I can just imagine them slinking down on the couch feeling a little bit, well, a little bit naughtyas they hold their magic little lightbox closer.Like they’re 500 years old and they still remember when ankles were considered risque, but there’s a level of near overwhelming intimacy in inviting a vampire to ogle one’s neck. It’s an invitation, a shift of power, a show of trust. They still remember when the fashion was for leather collars under stiff brocade, this is delightfully obscene and welcoming by comparison. Quite probably foolishly so for being strangers, but they catch themselves swallowing at another artful shot of the supraclavicular fossa and the slight tilt of the head that shows the merest quirk of a knowing smile, and well….

I have a corset collar…if you’d like to see?

And you’d think at 500 years old you’d have a better line than I’d like to see you take it off.but you do the best you can when the already limited blood supply you have is going to other places. They’re only human after all. Well. Kind Of. Once.

Also what brilliant genius thought of snapchat, what brilliant bloody benevolent soul do they need to thank for snapchat and the ability to send and receive stop motion images of this beautiful neck being unraveled inch by inch as the lace gives way to reveal…

Tease…

You don’t like it?

Another image of a hand lightly touching the black velvet choker underneath flashes up on their screen. They’re almost tempted to save it but the knowledge that the other person will know stops them, but only just. It’s the smile they try to focus on though. Brilliant and wide and unapologetic, taunting, daring and full of life. They have a very sudden urge to want to see the rest of their face.

On the contrary, I like it very much.

Another app notifies them of a message and they almost don’t even bother to check it until they realize it’s from them on the original swipe app. 

Keep it :)

Oh. Their fingers tap on the screen for several moments, becoming increasingly aware that the other person can see them stopping and starting.

Thank you.

And then because that’s pathetic—You have an enthralling smile.

And then because somehow this got complicated… Where would you prefer to converse?

I don’t mind. Whatever works for you.

And enthralling huh? That’s a first ;)

Then you’ve been inadequately wooed.

lol. wooed.

I’m old. Bite me.

I thought that was my line?

Another series of images flash up and this time they take screencaps without reserve. They’re going to want to remember those ones later.

Here you go, gremlins. Save you rummaging around my blog futilely searching for the word “vampire”.

Going through the search results on your blog for “vampire” is less “rummaging” and more 

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