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#The Vampire Church
cherrygothnightmare · 11 months
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Say what you will about Van Helsing 2004; hate it, love it, be indifferent, But the All-Hallow's masquerade ball went sooooo hard and it had zero right to do so! It's a fun, campy, monster mash movie with wonderfully dated ( and expensive) cgi and non-stop action meant to be a popcorn flick one takes out to watch around spooky season. And it has this* chef's kiss* GORGEOUS 6 minute sequence plopped arbitrarily in the second act, which unexpectedly surpasses nearly every other ball in the last 30+ years of film( notable exception being the Cinderella 2015 ball) for literally no reason other than to be dramatic af.
Like feast your eyes on this Gothic masterpiece!!! Who doesn't want to immediately live in this picture?!??
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They used those candles with oil in them so that they would have real candles, real string orchestra( I believe), probably around 100 real life extras( something which is tragically absent in modern film), said extras are all in beautiful fully decked-out costumes( which are in luxuriously dark colours, but nearly no fully black, another thing you cannot say for much modern cinema), REAL CIRQUE DU SOLEIL PERFORMERS for all the acrobatics!!!! Hell, instead of filming in a sound stage, where they could control the reverb and the acoustics and the size of the set and the bloody lighting ( they apparently had a heck of a time emulating the firelight for this sequence) and the temperature( it's very cold in stone churches!) better, they filmed in a Baroque church in Prague! As I said, peak dramatic splendour, jfc...
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Think about that a second...They filmed a vampire masquerade in a Baroque Catholic Church( St. Nicholas' in Lesser Town, if you were curious) with amazing over-the-top acoustics and marble statues and real, tiled floors and marble pillars and a choir loft which they very much utilized, covered the pipe organ and the altar with a grand brocade curtain so it wouldn't be so obviously a, you know, a church! And there's a gold gilt elevated and canopied pulpit into which they put two vampire kiddies for, again, the sake of being dramatic.
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And the costumes! They remind me of the 25th anniversary Phantom of the Opera Masquerade costumes. Same quality, like they're old, well-cared-for costumes pulled out of a warehouse, instead of fast industry churn-outs. With lots of trim and colour and masks and lace and feathers and..just...ugh.. they are all perfect! Just look at all the head pieces on the ladies and the hats on all the gentleman ( save Dracula of course) and the powdered wigs on the musicians. ANNNNDD! The dresses are historically correct!!!!!! It's the 80's bustle era! Nobody does the 80's bustle era in film anymore and it's a bummer. Oh and one other thing! Anna's ( and other women's) hair, at least here in the ball, is also historically accurate because it's all pinned up! None of those fucken modern beachwaves at a ball! Everybody's got updo's!
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Gah, I swear, Dracula in his gold cloak really does things to me in this scene!
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By the way, the acrobatics are bonkers in here for just background stuff!! Especially the random guys on unicycles and the dude playing the violin whilst standing on a ball...Like....WHAT?
Anyways, all this to say, that this masquerade ball feels sooo real and tangible and because of that it blows every other film out of the water, and no, I will not change my mind!!!!!
Here's a few more gifs, bcuz, why the hell not, this scene is sexy as fuu*ck?
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Alright I need to go to bed now.
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g0r3slvt · 9 months
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typewriter-worries · 10 months
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“Take Me to Church” is essentially about sex, but it’s a tongue-in-cheek attack at organizations that would ... well, it’s about sex and it’s about humanity, and obviously sex and humanity are incredibly tied. Sexuality, and sexual orientation — regardless of orientation — is just natural. An act of sex is one of the most human things. But an organization like the church, say, through its doctrine, would undermine humanity by successfully teaching shame about sexual orientation — that it is sinful, or that it offends God. The song is about asserting yourself and reclaiming your humanity through an act of love. Turning your back on the theoretical thing, something that’s not tangible, and choosing to worship or love something that is tangible and real — something that can be experienced.
- Hozier, in an interview with The Cut
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yoursghouly · 9 months
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Photography of St. Sebastian’s Cathedral by Klim Musalimov
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© Katherine Wranovich.
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braiindeath · 1 year
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bl00dyb0 · 1 year
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Gothic Architecture🖤🖤🖤
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grungeprincess2 · 7 months
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She loves the dark
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the-modern-typewriter · 5 months
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As a long time lover of vampires, I have recently stumbled upon your wee blog and your vampire writings have me feral and unhinged. You truly capture the alluring and terrifying predator that the vampire should be. They are just so *chef's kiss* amazing! Superb!! Thank you for the undead food!!!
"Do you ever get an answer?"
The protagonist startled, head snapping up. The boy was standing only a metre away, in the aisle, smoky and soft in the candlelight. His eyes seemed to burn, pinprick red and gorgeous, with the fire's reflection. He was...well. He was beautiful.
The protagonist quickly looked away. It was wrong to think such things.
"To your prayers," the boy added, with a smile. "Do you ever get an answer? You're here a lot. I've seen you."
The protagonist swallowed. It would be wrong to lie, and a confession of something to say no. Never. It wasn't something they could say to their parents. What if the silence simply meant that they'd done something wrong? Their parents always seemed so sure.
"I've never heard anything back either," he said, in a confiding tone of voice. "I'm always curious if it's just me."
"He has his reasons, I'm sure. I mean, that's what everyone says."
"Well, if everyone says it."
When they looked up again, the boy was closer than before, in the row in front of them, hands resting lightly on the pew separating them. He had nice hands. Elegant. They were nothing like the protagonist's; calloused, nail-bitten, rough. They would probably be very soft to hold.
They realised they were still on their knees and quickly hastened to stand, cheeks flushing. "I didn't mean to interrupt you," they said. "It's not - people aren't normally here at night."
"No," the boy agreed.
"But you are?"
"Insomnia. I don't sleep much."
"The priests don't mind?"
His smile curled up like kindling catching; just as bright. "They think it's dangerous to be out at night in these parts, but it's yet to stop me."
"My parents don't like it either."
"But here you are."
The protagonist shrugged. "We don't live far from the church. And they - well - they like that I come here."
"And nothing bad can happen on hallowed ground, of course."
"Right."
His eyes really were astonishing. Further away from the light of the candles, the protagonist had expected them to grow shadowed like the rest of his face, but they still seemed so bright. Intent, in a way that nobody had ever looked at them, but which sent a delicious shiver down their spine.
The protagonist realised, with a sharp stab of embarrassment, that they'd leaned in.
"It's okay," the boy said. "I think you're real pretty too."
"It's a sin to lie in church." Their face burned, though. Never mind that they should have protested so many other things about the statement.
The boy laughed and that really was pretty. He leaned in a little in turn. Up close he smelled like...like...the protagonist wasn't exactly sure what it reminded them of. Roses wasn't quite right. Neither was the first snow of winter. Yet it was both of those things, and water on stone, and the church itself a little. Something fleeting. Something that had been there forever.
His finger ghosted beneath the protagonist's chin, a caress, a whisper.
"I - I should go," the protagonist said.
"You don't want to though. You want to kiss me."
Was it so embarrassingly obvious, that forbidden thing?
It was true, but the protagonist would never have said it, never have done it, never have even dreamed of something so bold as to kiss a total stranger in the middle of the night. It was so...the priests would surely not approve. It was difficult to think about the priests, about anything else, when he leaned in the rest of the way.
It wasn't a proper kiss. It was another whisper. A yearning.
Hunger.
It sprung inside the protagonist so hard and fast that they were almost winded by it. To kiss this boy. To be held in the hand of something ancient. To lose themselves in something beyond human.
The protagonist blinked. They shook their head, trying to clear it.
The boy kissed them. It was sweet and heady. For a second, his lips were so cold that the protagonist gasped.
In an instant, or maybe it was a long time, the boy had moved. He had taken the protagonist's hand. He had led them to the altar, glittering a dark gold in the night. Time was honey and melted wax. Time was that his lips were still against theirs, and it was all surely wrong, but their first proper kiss didn't feel wrong at all. It felt like the answer to a question they had been screaming for a while.
They were both on their knees, then, somehow. His fingers carded through the protagonist's hair, so gently, so tenderly. His lips trailed a song against the protagonist's throat, a comet path. Hot. Scattering molten stars through their body.
"Pray," he whispered against their ear. "Tell me if you get a fucking answer this time."
Then he sank his fangs into the protagonist's throat.
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fucklestat · 2 years
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Lestat’s reaction to Louis drinking his blood.
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one-time-i-dreamt · 7 months
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My Philosophy professor slept over at my house while I was working on a huge paper on vampire ethics. I got trapped in a church the size of the Empire State Building, and I never found out if vampires were real or not. ;-;
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the-countess-vampira · 11 months
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Vampire aesthetic
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anonbeadraws · 2 years
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illustration commission for @belovedblabber of Seril from their Curse of Strahd campaign, clearing house 🦇 🦇commission info in the source🦇
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arcusxx · 1 year
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art by geokurgan
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cry-ptidd · 7 months
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I just wanted to say that I think the werewolf lady is pretty
And have her and Anderson met before? And was it a hostile interaction or a wholesome one??
Her and Anderson’s first meeting really wasn’t wholesome.
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