⊹ you can eat garlic (i would miss it too terribly)
⊹ you don't compulsively need to count (i script ts anyway #she obsessive on my compulsive til i disorder)
⊹ you can see yourself in reflective surfaces w/o silver or iron (most modern mirrors) ; the original myth stems from vampiric aversion to those metals
⊹ you can eat without making a mess (unless u a freak)
⊹ blood tastes good to you ; or blood tastes like chocolate cake / gummy candy / etc
⊹ you metabolize the energy from the blood without needing to expel it as waste (shit blood gross)
⊹ transformation doesn't hurt (unless u a freak)
⊹ lack of exposure sunlight doesn't depress you
⊹ immortality isn't boring (...not judging, but this is only if you dont want the authentic experience)
⊹ vast quantities of accumulated wealth
⊹ lots of old friends && deep connections
⊹ old songs were actually written for you ; u romanced a musician way back when && the tune he wrote abt you stuck around
⊹ you can't give people hiv ; you don't act as a conduit for bloodborn illness besides vampirism itself, b/c thats just nasty
⊹ you never accidentally turn a person into a vampire
⊹ vampire saliva has a narcotic / aphrodisiac quality to humans (if u a freak)
⊹ drinking blood has a narcotic / aphrodisiac quality to vampires (if u a freak)
⊹ what do your teeth look like?
⊹ what is your relationship with your maker?
⊹ if you live with a coven, that they share the same core values as you && are good housemates
⊹ if you live with a coven, what the house you all live in looks like (an ancient massive castle, a derelict victorian manor, an abandoned apartment complex, etc)
⊹ public opinions or knowledge on vampirism ; are you considered mythological? are you accepted but feared? how do humans and vampires coexist?
⊹ underground clerbs or communities that match or exceed your freak ; i.e vampire bars in trueblood
⊹ the color of your coffin
⊹ coffin is comfortable && smells good inside
⊹ you live in a city that's a known center of vampiric activity (new orleans, london, paris, etc)
⊹ a cool accent
⊹ you can speak many languages ; you can speak dead or nearly extinct languages (latin, mycenaean greek, athabaskan, old chinese, sumerian, ancient hebrew, etc)
⊹ your eyes shine in the dark like a wild animal's
⊹ a supernatural allure or glamour ; your nature is intoxicating
⊹ you sparkle like edward
⊹ there is an ancient, elite family of royal vampires in some far flung european destination ; i.e the volturi
⊹ your family lineage sticks around && you get to meet your descendants
FUN and interesting facts about my modern vampire dr !
very obvious or not...
🍷: all the food there is made from blood. I mean, EVERYTHING. there are cake shops with all sorts of blood types there, yes, blood cakes. not just cakes, our coffee/tea is boiled blood. there is also "boxed blood" (boxed juice), blood ice creams, and pizza, where the tomato sauce is replaced with blood.
🖤: enhypen is a k-pop group of real vampires😭. It's funny to think about it, but we vampires felt very represented when they debuted.
🪞: our reflection doesn't appear in mirrors or cameras (that contain silver), that's obvious, but the fact that only our clothes appear is really funny. there are television news programs out there, but on the broadcast we only see the clothes. If you want to see a real vampire, you'll have to see it in person — or through paintings.
🦇: we transform into multiple bats as a defense mechanism and to confuse, whereas normally we transform into just one bat.
🪵: the only thing that kills us is decapitation — garlic just gives us gas, the sun burns us moderately, and a stake through the heart doesn't do much, but it delays regeneration, just like silver.
🕰: this is also somewhat obvious, but the city is completely deserted during the day. Imagine a city that only comes alive at night. schools, hospitals, shops; everything functions differently from human cities.
📜note 1: yes, hospitals exist for us. we still deal with accidental sunburns or abnormally delayed regeneration.
📜note 2: there are also underground structures for safe movement during the day if necessary.
☀️: all architectural designs incorporate structures that protect us from the sun, using special types of glass.
🪡: twitter also exists for the vampire community... it's where we talk about our daily lives as vampires.
📖: most of us have old diaries where we wrote about what we did over the centuries. our memory gets a little worse over the years.
🎉: for a vampire, turning 100 years old is equivalent to a human turning 15. It's a significant age.
💬: there is therapy for vampires, focused on dealing with loneliness, boredom, or the loss of loved ones throughout the centuries.
💌: tag list ! @dxwjj @vampireprinceshifts @serenvious @girlfanged @unidentified-divinity @scientistfreaker @jikseuseu @redinkaurora
— PLACES TO SCRIPT IN YOUR VAMPIRE DR ( LOS ANGELES HAUNTS EDITION. )
THE GLASS CATHEDRAL. a former megachurch turned vamp-packed rave spot, with laser lights beaming through the stained glass and countless bodies packed into the massive space—constantly moving and dancing without ever getting tired
ECHO PARK 24HR CORNER LIQUOR. they mostly sell vape pens and 99-cent wine, but there’s a back fridge full of very… specific… things, if you know how to ask for them. you’re pretty sure the clerk has never blinked
ASTRO FAMILY ARCADE. dingy and fluorescently-lit in a way that isn’t flattering to anyone—packed with Dance Dance Revolution and air hockey and other machines, some from decades ago. the staff pays zero attention and couldn’t care less about anything that happens after 2am
SUNSET BOULEVARD SMOKE SHOP. stocked with incense, weird ritualistic-seeming religious symbols from across the world, bongs shaped like Egyptian gods—and blood-flavored cigarettes, if you know how to ask
CRIMSON PUCK. a hockey-central dive bar that blasts 80’s hardcore music and is constantly showing old hockey footage. the place is crawling with vamps, drunk ex-roadies, pissed-off barbacks, and various bar fights that occur between paranormal creatures in sexy hockey jerseys
HOLLYWOOD FOREVER CEMETARY. security leaves after dark, and the gate hinges rusted and fell off years ago. tons of vamps go just to smoke the whole place out and chat
BABYDOLL’S BARGAIN PARADISE. hoarder-style super thrift store with fluorescent lighting, busted shopping carts, and a sprawling aisle of VHS tapes. absolutely stacked with vintage goods, clothes from the 90’s and video games from the 80’s and music from the 70’s. they’re constantly getting new stuff
THE MIDNIGHT MCDONALD’S ON BEVERLY & VERMONT. the absolute worst McDonald’s of all time. bright as hell and has a weird ass vibe, but something about it is still oddly irresistible
24HR NEWSSTAND ON FAIRFAX. the cashier is perpetually smoking in the back, or sleeping slumped over on the counter. it carries obscure European fashion mags from the ‘80s and dusty occult zines that people loiter around to read there instead of actually buying
BELLE’S TO-GEAUX. by far the best Cajun place in LA (wonder why), and it’s an overnight place with a fast-moving drive through. they give out $5 plates on Sundays past 3am
FANGBANG SOCIAL CLUB. trashy, slutty nightclub that technically never closes. glitter floors, sticky bar tops, cracked disco balls. they blast 2000’s pop and vamps go there to grind on eachother, sob in the bathroom, hook up out back. there’s absolutely no windows or clocks anywhere inside
BOYLE HEIGHTS’ MIDNIGHT CHOP SHOP [ INVITE ONLY ]. technically very illegal, definitely vamp-owned. you can bring in whatever you’ve got that’s broken—motorcycles, limbs, hearts, etc—and they’ll do their best to fix it. don’t expect to get it back the way you brought it, though
BAR HEXA. an astrology-themed dive bar where each drink named after a sign, with clever rotating promotions about Virgos drinking for free, Capricorns having to buy Libras a drink, and things like that. nobody is ever sober, and everyone wants to talk about their dreams. the bartenders are pretty much all former cult members
LITTLE TOKYO CRYOTHERAPY & SKIN CLINIC. they’re open all hours, because the wealthy famously like to be icy at 3am. the vamps show up for the cold, sterile atmosphere, and nobody really questions paleness there
SLUDGEPOP. hyper-sweet candy rave shop with shimmering neon-painted walls that looks like a Nickelodeon set from 1997 exploded. they sell absolutely massive neon slushies and psychedelic jawbreakers (and many other things that aren’t FDA approved)
CATALINA LIQUOR. they stock obscure Eastern European wines, expired candy, and vintage cigarette brands. customers come for many, many creatures comforts that they can’t find anywhere else
TOMB SERVICE. an ironic goth-themed 24hr convenience store that used to be an eye-roll thing until the bats realized that it’s, unfortunately, perfect. one of the only gaudy places designed by humans that ended up being perfect for vamps. black shelving, a fake fog machine, stocked with things like obscure soda, absinthe candy, and blood sugar meds
GROTTO 39 LANES. bowling, cheap beer, neon lights, and loud music—the kind of place that’s perfect for both extroverts looking to mix socially, and vamps looking to blend into the colored lights and the thick of people after dark
BLACK LUNG PAPERBACKS. noir bookshop with old tiled floors, wallpapered walls that reek of cigarettes, and dim grayish lamps. they specialize in detective pulp, nihilist poetry, and out-of-print lesbian vampire fiction. the owner is blind, but still pays more attention than most others
MIDNIGHT GRILL BBQ. 24hr Korean barbecue joint with deep, squishy booths and thick smoke. vamps like to rent a table, order way too much raw meat, and stare at the flickering grill flame for hours
CLOAK & ANTLER, EAST HOLLYWOOD. half dive bar, half rodeo fantasy. vamps come here to do the two-step, start drama, and watch the cowboy crowd that’s wrapped in leather with anthropological fascination. the disco ball never stops spinning, and the room is filled with a wild tension
DREAMSCAPE LAUNDROMAT. flickering green fluorescents over beaten-up spinning laundry machines, an old sofa in the back to wait for your clothes on, and a forgotten arcade machine. it’s kinda the perfect place to wash blood out of clothes
R.I.P. CURL. 24hr surf shop in Venice, crowded with surfboards, floor lightly dusted in sand, with a 3am espresso bar in the back. it’s mostly humans there, but a few ocean-loving vamps hang out—salty, restless, always barefoot
SOCCORRA’S TACO WINDOW. there’s no seating, no decorations—just really good tacos and a really aggressive stray cat outside. vamps tend to love the place because nobody talks or makes eye contact with eachother
EXIT GAME. downtown escape room complex that’s technically “open until 2am,” but they have plenty of rooms that stay open the whole night. most are standard fare, run-of-the-mill escape rooms, but there’s one that hasn’t been solved since 1997. they’re intricate and detailed and tons of fun
NORTH HOLLYWOOD HOOKAH LOUNGE. a place that hums with low light and stranger-than-fiction clientele. nobody notices people chatting about ethics or feeding on some innocent nicotine addict when there’s so much smoke smothering the room
FEVER PLANET. a disco roller rink with glitter, strobing lasers, and pop remixes booming through massive speakers. it feels like Studio 54 got hit with a meteor, somewhere vamps go to let go of 500 years of Catholic repression and roller skate half-naked under strobe lights, no questions asked
MELROSE ALL-NIGHT TATTOO. they don’t take walk-ins and it’s pretty much impossible to make an appointment for before 9pm. a couple of the artists have been there “since the 90s” and somehow still look twenty-five
STAR LUBE. a downtown autobody shop that also does body modifications, and counts as a coffee shop, too. oil changes, piercings, espresso. no one’s really sure how this place got its permits, but the vamps obviously don’t care and come for the no-questions atmosphere
OPEN-AIR GYM ON 7TH & MATEO. it’s outdoor, unofficial and lowkey, and only really lit by car headlights and fire barrels. there’s one desk person who always sleeps after dark during their night shift, so vamps show up to toss eachother around in the back, or drink, or just watch everyone else
BLUNT OBJECTS. hyper-curated sex shop that’s all latex with no labels. there’s a redlit hallway that seems to go on forever, and sex workers, vamps and general freaks mingle over glass cases filled with hand-poured wax toys and bite play accessories. there’s no receipts and absolutely no returns
HOUSE OF PIES. unassuming and always open. believe it or not, some bats just want a slice of banana cream and a booth to brood in without being bothered. they get it here, and blend right in
CANOGA PARK ALL-NIGHT STUDIO. soundproof rooms go for $25 an hour, where punk bands, drag performers, performance artists, or vamps with unfinished shoegaze albums from 1997 come to practice their old stuff. can’t hear screams from inside any of the rooms, either
MISS MEAT MARKET. this hole-in-the-wall used to be just an all-night butcher, but it’s since been transformed into a wine and tarot bar with amazing ambience, sexy lighting, and an evocative playlist. you can still come to get a good chunk of meat disassembled, though
KOREATOWN BOOK DUNGEON. not a chain, it doesn’t have a website, and it’s cash-only. books have zero organizational pattern, they’re just stacked up and down every single wall. some grad students argue about Walter Benjamin, and the vamps blend into the background
SICKOTOWN. underground nightclub that never legally opens or closes—no signage, constantly moves locations. you can only find it through glitchy Instagram stories and flyers with bloodsoaked edges. you can look forward to red lasers, deafening techno, and a slick dance floor
TANGERINE LOUNGE. juice bar with a massive, extensive menu of fresh and hybrid juices, that also offers tarot readings. it’s aggressively chill and nonjudgmental, and has a weirdly sensual playlist
FIXER’S ROOM. vintage electronics repair shop in MacArthur Park with seemingly random hours. vamps often bring in extremely old technology like tape decks, vintage cameras, and broken clocks—the kinda things they have from way back when they were alive, and no one knows how to work on anymore—but no matter what, you always leave with a working device
VIDIOTS. literally a temple for those who love VHS. they’ve got niche horror screenings, late-night rentals, a stocked bar cart, and clerks who couldn’t care less what goes on
JUMBO’S CLOWN ROOM. a divey, punk-influenced strip club where the undead don’t stand out among the other weird customers. it’s got a kitschy circus vibe, and many of the dancers look like little carnival kittens. plenty of bats love the energy—low stakes, high weirdness
SUNSET 24HR PRINT & COPY. they can produce ten thousand flyers by dawn, and there’s always two guys working there that don’t ask questions. most people don’t actually need ten thousand flyers, but lots of vamps print fake documents there
EIGHTBALLER. billiards dive bar near Burbank that hasn’t changed since like ‘89. it smells like menthols and old spice in there and the lighting is super low. they have $3 whiskey and a jukebox that devours coins without ever playing your requested song
CANTER’S DELI. a classic Jewish bakery, except for the extremely intense yellow lighting and the weird atmosphere. still, they’ve got incredible borscht
SUGARDOOM. a cutesy-themed candy boutique in Little Tokyo that’s all pink, all night long. they’ve got Japanese import candy, gigantic gumballs, liquid sugar sticks, and bursting crimson fruit jellies
NO-REST MOTEL. it’s off the 5, always vacant, kind of feels like a David Lynch location. the sign outside flickers and the front desk person is creepier than all the customers combined. vamps use it for feeding, hiding, or when they just need an ugly room with peeling floral wallpaper
WIDOWS. a dive bar styled like a 1940’s war widow’s house—lace curtains, wet velvet, old jazz, gin martinis. half the drinks come in cracked teacups, and the backroom is invite-only
SABBATH CYCLE. all-night spin and pilates studio in Downtown Los Angeles, where all classes start at midnight and are lit by candles. the instructors usually just blast Ethel Cain remixes and scream instructions, while the vamps try to twist and bang their ever-unchanging bodies into a different shape
THE 101 DINER. technically for tourists, but they come during the day—vinyl booths, truckers stopping by for bottomless coffee. the night shift doesn’t give a shit what goes on, so that’s when the vamps come by
FANGS N’ BANGS. an all-night hair, nail and beauty salon that’s unapologetically garish. they’ve got hot pink walls, chrome pedicure chairs, EDM playing on loop. the staff doesn’t care what you are as long as you tip, and there are certain stylists that you can share all the gossip with… like, tell anything to
THE NEPTUNE ROOM. 24hr bathhouse that’s not even remotely subtle. steam, sex, dark corners. vamps use this place to feed, hook up, or just sit in the sauna and soak up some heat for once
CRAVE CAFE. always-open, they’re a hybrid between a café and creperie. plenty of people come for the pancakes stuffed with chocolate, and most of the vamps come for the giant menu, the fast WiFi, and the baristas who are extremely unconcerned with what they see and pay less than zero attention
24HR SILVERLAKE LAUNDROMAT & CAFE. think obnoxious neon lighting that assaults your eyeballs in shades of blue and red, terribly glitchy indie playlists, $9 espresso, and a rotating variety of night drifters constantly passing through
RENATA’S DOUGHNUTS. softly-lit and open all night, with a formica counter and baby blue booths inside. there’s a drive through that plenty of vamps roll through with heavily tinted windows, to pick up an assortment of sweets filled with soooo much jelly
GLOWHOLE. an alien-themed and mostly gay karaoke bar that opens whenever the staff feels like it—usually around 10pm, open all night. some people do karaoke in alien masks, and vamps dig the no-pressure vibe and dramatic lighting. one regular only sings E.T. by Katy Perry over and over again
FAIRFAX LATE-NIGHT PAWN & GOLD. pawn shop open 24/7 that has bulletproof glass on all the windows, and an extreme paranoia problem. Usually where vamps go to sell stolen or immorally inherited antiques, or shop for weird stuff. seriously though, don’t even look at the clerk for too long
LE PETTY MORT. a combination all-night laundromat and wine bar. they didn’t even intend to attract a vamp crowd, but that’s what happened when they offered the ability to wash a load and sip merlot at the same time
VENICE BEACH BOARDWALK, PRE-DAWN FREAK HOUR. obviously somewhere everyone goes, but vamps are most often there in the hour before sunrise. they walk around, throw themselves into the ocean without attracting attention, and eat at the food stands that open early
GRIME & VINYL. a vintage record store & flea market that’s tucked in a half-collapsed warehouse. there’s always a booth selling taxidermy, next to one blasting old R&B. vamps hawk antiques, buy gaudy jewelry, and gossip here between 2-6am
VENENO GUT FEELING. pop-up taco stand that’s only open after 11pm. the food there is incredible, they’ve got open flames to cook over that provide light and heat to stand near, stray dogs linger nearby, and there’s the persistent feeling something weird might happen
MILK BAR. the perfect place to scratch the sugar itch at 2am with cereal milk soft serve—and no judgment, because the staff is paying zero attention
THE NEON KISS OF DEATH. the only strip club that’s pretty much exclusively filled with vamps. of course, it’s open all hours, pulsing with old pop music and flashing neon pink lights. many of the dancers have pinprick holes in them… but they also make much more money than the girls at other places, so maybe it’s a give-and-take
SUN NONG DAN. stew filled with raw spicy meat—and zero questions asked. it’s popular with the vamp crowd mostly because of the heat, and the long meals that stretch into dawn
PROMISE 2 LICK. a punk-adjacent sex shop in Echo Park that’s open 24/7 with no cameras, and no judgment. it smells like rubber and patchouli, and they stock everything from vintage Playgirl mags to hand-carved bloodletting tools
VENICE BEACH SKATEPARK. full of teenagers during the day, but vamps are the midnight crowd. they congregate to smoke and do insanely dangerous tricks in the bowl (usually breaking a couple arms in the process)
CHEAP PLASTIC PARADISE. think Hawaiian funeral dive bar, but if a Barbie-doll shop exploded inside—tacky plastic leis, synthetic pink-orange fog, glowing cocktails. old reality TV blares from the vintage screens by the booths, half the surfaces are sticky with some sweet mango syrup
VOIDSPACE BOBA. boba in Silver Lake that caters to mostly goth people and witches—but attract a vamp crowd as a side effect. 24hr tea lab with black sugar pearls, lavender foam, rose syrup, and blood orange everything
WEST HOLLYWOOD 24HR SPA. a Korean spa with steam rooms, cold pools, and no clocks. it’s good if you’re relaxing, or trying to stalk someone between eucalyptus mist clouds (to eat or ask out, not sure)
vampires are meant to be perfect bait for their prey, which are humans. vampire have to be so perfect, not pale and dead looking, fuck that. they are so perfect they have a natural pink in their cheeks, theirs smile is too dazzling it causes dizziness when you stare at it for too long. eyes with such innocence it lulls you into a fake sense of security. hair shine in the right ways, the air around them moves differently as well. everything about them is too perfect, too unnatural, and yet we ignore the sings bc of how perfect they seem.
is anyone else unable to listen to music normally after you found out about shifting? i cannot be normal about a song, i always gotta relate it to one of my drs.
whether it's a song that i claimed for my singer dr or a song that reminds me of my life in my dr or my relationship with someone in my dr, i always imagine at least one dr when i listen to music.
