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The Caleb Landry Jones brain rot is so bad rn

Him and his characters are all I can think about

Also his music FUCKS. I’ve been listening to his album entitled The Mother Stone over and over for like two days straight

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130 favorite horror movies: (88/130)

"the human face is a powerful messenger. our brains are attuned to its every nuance. the smallest shift in a musculature can translate itself into complex non-verbal information so subtle, and communicated so quickly, that we often don't even register it consciously. one could say that for human beings, face is a structure with a high information resolution."

-antiviral (2012) dir. brandon cronenberg

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ANTIVIRAL (2012) dir. Brandon Cronenberg

Any fluff headcanons for Syd and Vlad?

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YESSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!! vlad first:3... no nsfw here folks! there was like one period mention but it was a lh so idk but no smexy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wowzers i got so insanely carried away. Also, thank you SOOOOO very much for the inspo on a BUNCH of the syd hcs:D

VLAD (DRACULA 2025) FLUFF HEADCANONS + MORE

You're not Mina, or a reincarnate of Elizabeta, but rather a clumsy modern-day tourist trying to figure out your life, and in a fit of manic panic as to whether your entire life was going to shit, decided to use all of your built-up sick days at your 9-5, and travel Europe for a few weeks.

Most people opt to backpack, but a few weeks isn't enough for that, so you traveled multiple countries via train.

Being a history geek, there wasn't much question when planning out the Romania leg of your trip, there was an old castle, and it's supposedly haunted by spirits? You had to go!

What you didn't expect however, was to feel so watched as you snapped pictures of the outside with your little digi-camera.

Vlad hadn't talked to anyone since 1889, since Mina had decided to live out her life with her husband, a wound that seemed to cut him deeper than living without her presence at all.

There were people who would come around throughout the centuries, kids wanting to vandalize, historians trying to assess the building, even tourist groups taking tacky group photos, but somehow, you stuck out.

Since Mina, he's come to terms with the fact while Elizabeta would always, always hold the dearest place within his heart, there was no point being immortal and miserable, especially when she couldn't come back again, and she had gotten to live out the life she'd always wanted as Mina, he stayed by his lonesome for the most part, but he was more open to traveling on occasion.

When he sees you from his castle, there's something about you that draws him to visit the local city where you were staying.

You're eating dinner by yourself, eating sarmale and sipping a coke, just people watching.

Vlad couldn't possibly help coming up to you, a shy smile on his face as he introduced himself from behind you, fully thinking he'd gotten your attention.

As the moment drew longer than a few seconds, he felt tension within himself grow, and then you pulled out an earbud, and he let out a breath he wasn't aware he'd been holding.

Labi Siffre's 'Cannock Chase' was playing over your wire earbuds, and he could faintly make out the sound of a guitar as he cleared his throat,

"I'm sorry to bother you, but you seem far too alone for such a beautiful woman.."

Oh god, that accent-

Without a droplet of hesitation, you invited him to sit and talk with you.

That's how it all started.

Soft conversation over dinner turned into a stroll around the city, which turned to him asking you to meet for coffee the next morning.

Soon, you found yourself cancelling hotels, cancelling train rides, and dreading the day you'd have to leave.

The last day of your trip, he revealed his true identity to you, proved his outrageous claims via giving you an extensive tour of his castle (you tried not to marvel so hard..)

Conflict on staying was heavy, so so heavy.

but you STAYED!

Against all reason, you decided to quit your job, hire movers to deal with your apartment for you, and you stayed with him.

Life with Vlad is safe. There's no sense of "What am I doing?", because his ancient presence grounds you.

As you two establish a formal, real, romantic relationship, he becomes VERY clingy.

I mean, attached to your hip clingy.

You find yourself tracing his fangs often, which fascinate you, while he just stares at you like you hung the stars yourself.

He is a man of MANY, many words.

Like, prepare yourself to hear him harping on for long moments about your place in his heart, about how he loves you.

After about a week of contenting yourself to being happy living with him, you do sit him down to demand he at least renovate to be mildly up to the times. Like, plumbing, please? Maybe some electricity?

"For what purpose would we need that? I am capable of simply controlling the flames in the candles with my hand-"

He relented, obviously.

Each morning is spend being woken up by the dull sunlight wrapped in each other's arms.

To your dismay, he always wakes up before you, and enjoys spending maybe an hour or so before you're up, just playing with your hair and tracing every curve and dip on your face.

The way you see it, he gets premium viewing of your bedhead, the drool on the edge of your lip, and your snoring. He vehemently rebukes these facts claims.

One morning you venture into the castle, wanting to get familiar with your new home, and discover a portrait of him and Elizabeta, which sets your mind alight. Of course, he'd already told you everything about his past, even her, but seeing the evidence of her existence- of their shared existence, does make you a bit insecure, especially after he'd spent centuries on her, and has known you for a few months.

A gentle hand enclasps your shoulder- you jolt- It's Vlad, looking at the same portrait of you. he knows already what you're feeling.

It's one of his best qualities, how well he's able to read you.

"Ah... This is my wife, Elizabeta." wife. You try to bury that stupid feeling down.

He assures you that you needn't compare yourself to her, she was a different part of his life. She mattered, and she was dear to him, and had a space close to his heart, but that didn't mean that he didn't have space for you, no, not at all.

That stupid feeling ebbed away on its own.

Following that, you find yourself pleading him to turn you, to ensure that you'll stay together.

A bit of back and forth later, he concedes,

And there it is- eternity!

He gets (somehow) even more clingy.

At all times he keeps one, or both, big hands either caressing your face, or holding your waist.

Though since turning you into a vampire, he's also become quite entranced with the bite marks on your neck, and in a silent scene, he'll trace them.

That love shared between you two is soft, passionate, yes, but moreso comforting and sweet.

SYD MARCH (ANTIVIRAL 2012)

Syd on the other hand, is a really hard puzzle to solve.

When you first hit on him on the train, he assumed you were talking to someone else, and ignored you.

#Ouch!

The second time, he ignored you again, and so you said something snarky about how he could've at least given you the grace of turning you down instead of being an ass.

He was stunned, and while his face hadn't moved much, his eyes twitched widely.

".. Were you talking to me?"

You were dressed cozily, like you were living and you were doing it to the fullest, why would you be talking to him?

Then you felt like an even bigger ass for assuming he was being rude, when really, it was just not believable to him that you'd be talking to him.

To make it even worse, you were both stuck awkwardly introducing yourselves and apologizing for the next 30 seconds before your stop came, the LAST stop at your station for the night, and you had no choice but to leave.

Oh, and it's Friday, and you only see him on weekdays, when you actually need the stupid public transport.

Monday morning came, and you were a fucking mess, your alarm didn't get set, your eyeliner was smudged, and you were un-caffeinated. Luckily, there he was, with a coffee, a box of Ghiradelli chocolates, a small bouquet of tulips, the beds of his nails were a bit pink, clearly picked.

AWH-

The embarrassment of looking so much like a damn mess burned at the base of your neck, but when he made a small gesture for you to sit beside him, you did.

"These.. These are for you." The pink on his cheeks stood clear on his pale skin, almost highlighting the freckles that danced on his face.

Slowly, he handed them to you, like he half-expected you to turn them down and run the other way.

But you didn't. Instead, you took them, and you smiled, 'Was that because of me?' he thought, obviously it was, who else could it be for?-

You asked for his number, and that was how that started, thus beginning the torturous 'what are we?' internal war.

At least until you were fed up with the banter, and you asked him out on a real date.

Now, you're here, holding his head while he got over another fever. He swears this one isn't from Hannah.

Sure, Jan.

Syd was initially almost standoffish, and would hardly do more than hold your hand.

As time wore on that changed completely.

Oh how you longed for the days he would barely touch your arm.

He was clingy. So, so SO clingy.

And the worst kind of clingy- the denier.

Everytime you laid down he was sure to follow, and fall into your chest.

All huffy and puffing, he'd say "I'm not clingy, and I don't 'cuddle-'"

liar!

"Then what would you call this, hm?"

"... Retaining body heat."

"So you admit it, you're only with me for my warmth!"

Oh, and he's got the worst sweet tooth on the planet.

And not even the normal kind where he just likes candy or sweet things, he likes only particular ones, and he doesn't even just like them, he loves them.

At first he was ultra stingy about his chocolates.

Now he feeds you them. Sometimes. Don't tell anyone, or he'll stop.(Awh.)

Anyways I think he's the type to ready your underwear with a fresh pad while you shower like it's a changing of the guard.

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