dark-martian-kanji:

bOI DO I *pulls out a scroll half a mile long* these are headcanmons of Victorian vampy mkkay

• Our Hostie boy is one scaryass vampire. You’d think Dark would be king of the night, but everyone knows who you really have to fear are the quiet ones

• While Dark toys with his food (he likes to play mind games, lets you make choices until he wins), Host on the other hand, loves a good hunt. Especially when you know you’re being hunted.

• He knows you’re going to make rash decisions, he knows you’re scared out of your mind, and he can feel it. He craves the fear.

• Host as much as you would think with his blood shoot eyes, actually doesn’t drink a lot of blood.

• He kills for sport but never drinks unless he needs to.

• Host is dramatic AF

• Long cape? SWOOSH.

• Standing upside down? YES.

• this boi also writes so much, when you enter his lair it’s full of pages upon pages of stories

•He writes in cursive like damn son

• He smells like like metallic ink. I think you know why

• Doesn’t go out during daylight, prefers night time

• Dark worries a tad on his appearance, Host does not (mainly because they can’t see themselves in mirrors)

• His fashion sense is different.

• ALL THE CRAVATS OKAY HE HAS SO MANY

• wears soft velvet and satin suits

• RINGS GALORE he wears at least three a day

• hella nice shoes. Definitely killed a man for them

• doesn’t really feel the need to have servants, but he would only keep a trusted one if needed.

• his fingernails are long, but keep neatly.

• favorite scare technique is to run his nails against the walls as he’s stalking you, he is making his presence known

• he has the mind control power, but doesn’t use it for hunting. Instead he uses it to illustrate his stories into life

• if you find yourself sore and awoken in a different place where you don’t remember going to, then it’s the Host who used you as a puppet

• doesn’t eat human food, but he is very open minded

• Everyone knows the story of the Host

• probs has an underground lair, like some Phantom of the Opera lair, where he has to ride a boat through a canal and it’s just this big open space choke full of papers, ink, and random candles.

• doesn’t sleep in a coffin. Sleeps hanging upside down

• ohhh my gooood. He has so much gothic and Victorian aesthetic I’m crying

• imagine Host, stormy night, thunder rolls like fire behind him. His features are dimly lit candle and the occasional flash of lightning. Nothing can be heard but the scratching of pen on paper, and thick clean strokes of ink transitioning to bursts of short paced ones. He writes and writes until he suddenly stops. He thinks. For a moment, it is a short lived break for he continues again with another clap of thunder. He grows hungry now, so he stops. He stands. Donned in a cape of velvet, it flutters when he leaves. And you somewhere can feel a shift in the night, and are soon meet with a gentle touch and pierced fangs into your bare neck. Lightning captures your sillhouttes against the rain and windows. Then all goes black.

And that is all my dear anon, as much as I have tho