Happy Halloween ~ Let Us Prey

Happy is relative. Everyday is Halloween.

Christian woman
Christian woman

I’m not through with Halloween, after all, today IS halloween. These are just a few I took and edited on All Hallows Eve. 🙂

All photography & digiart by me (including props, costume and makeups)
All photography & digiart by me (including props, costume and makeups)

But this is the two days I can legally scare the children and the parents be okay with it.

All photography & digiart by me (including props, costume, and makeups)

La la la la la la 🎃🎃🎃

You can never trust an angel.
“Boo bitch craft” (-)

Everyday is Halloween when you’re a ghoul like me. 🙂

Spookies 🙂
Fallen angel. You know the devil was a fallen angel too? The first in fact. 🎃
Just a little gal from the south – all bark (but subject to bite). *gets back in coffin*
“Let us prey”

© Delia Ross. 2020

Postscript: I am not a devil worshiper. I do vampire cosplay. It’s a hobby. Or sport. ‘Let us prey’. (Now I know why Michael Jackson had to do these).


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Original Poetry Reels!

Stepping my game up poetically but I broke a set of fangs yesterday doing so yet I still managed to not have a complete meltdown and jump off a fucking bridge before I got the poem recited for you. I’m down a set of fangs now (might jump a bridge still wahhhhhh).

Link to reel: https://www.instagram.com/reel/CGgDxW9FJmv/?igshid=2dj9xswjmn1p

If you prefer, you can just search Instagram for my profile, I’m under my pen name POEETERNAL.

I made a new poetry reel!! Freestyle wrote the poem then decided to perform it for you from my little home studio!! It won’t go viral or get many likes but I’m proud of the poem I wrote! Some of them become my word pets I guess (favorites). I’m a living, breathing rhyme. I’m still alive. 🙂

This reel has been out 10 hours and it’s already racking up the views (compared to my previous reels).

I don’t put all my faith into these algorithms.

First of all, it’s insanely hard to just speak in a set of fangs but then try performing in a set! It ain’t easy!

Made it to 42 without a single fucking grey hair. Adding that to my resume.

What’s yer secret to youth? Don’t get married.

*insert crazy laugh*

All I really want is my guitar and you.

I gots to go. More crying to do. Festering. But in between the crying and the dying, I’m rhyming. Not lying…

I call myself a poet because I practice the art of poetry. I don’t need anyone else to tell me who I am, when pen and blood are one.

Practice run. No fangs. Memorization and recital. I have a brain injury so sometimes just speaking easy words is hard. I don’t really feel like just sitting in front of a camera and reading to you from my monitor like I’m void of life. A for effort? A+ because I broke the bar? A little heart sticker from the teacher too??? 100s all across the board. Yay!!! (watches post get 2 likes and always picked last in school. I’m still your parents favorite and the teachers pet)
I call myself a poet because I practice the art of poetry. I don’t need anyone else to tell me who I am, when pen and blood are one.
Money doesn’t make you rich. You got the devil’s itch. You’re full of it.

I know why Edgar Allan Poe died in the street, I know why Einstein quit school, I know why Jim Morrison quit college & disappeared from the world. I’m know why I’m about to quit life. 🙂

*dies some weird mysterious heartbroken death in the fucking street*

Bloopers. Started with the wrong line. 🙂

*insert crazy laugh*

WATCH MY NEW REEL HERE: https://www.instagram.com/reel/CGgDxW9FJmv/?igshid=7l2x0ksipn77

Just Saying Hi

Vampirism for the deeply lonely existence I live
Darkness for the light I give
Forgiveness for your life of sin
Reason for my faith within


HAPPY FRIDAY Y’ALL. I DID MY MAKEUPS. CUZ BORED! I’m posting to say hi!

I’m not a model, never aspired to be. A vampire on the other hand, I’ve been obsessed with them since I was 5 (zombies too) and it never sat well with my mom who is super Christian. If you dig stuff like vampires, then maybe you will enjoy these bits of images and videos (minus the quarantine weight I’ve put on). Isolation + custom fitted fangs + a shit ton of eye makeup + snaps + edits = vampire erotica?

I hope you like them. Happy Halloween. Wait, err, everyday is Halloween!?!

I’m single and ready to mingle but there is like a pandemic going on and I’m not trying to catch the plague… literally watching The Universe on Netflix but I need to catch up on Dark. I’m somewhere in season 2. What y’all watching these days?

Just me (no fangs)!
Just me (no fangs)!
Just me (no fangs)!
Just me (no fangs)!

Crucifixion

If given chance, I’d be the one to put the spear into her side
Make her feel the weight of everyone she crucified
Put poison from the sponge onto her tongue because she lied
Never trust someone who has a devil as her guide

© Delia Ross. 2019



I’d order the crucifixion myself
I’d stand overwatch
I’d insert the spear myself
There are so many reasons to not like her
But I only need one…

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All Hallows Eve Dancing

Err, some of you may not be on Insta, but there are more videos up of me dancing in my fangs, if that’s yer thing.

But also, below are a few just in case you missed it on Insta. You can get on Insta, and not use Insta. I have many followers who use it like a newspaper, meaning they’re not active on their profile (liking, posting, or commenting) but they’re actively reading newsfeeds and stories. Don’t be scared to give me a follow on Insta (or here) if you wanna see more dancing videos. You can set your notifications to be on for my account so you never miss a post!

Dancing to Apoptygma Berzerk (another Norwegian band I dig) in my fangs, which actually is a FIRST. More posted on my Instagram.
Please come lie next to me… 🎵🎶🎵
This one is not on my Instagram. A bonus. (But more are on my Insta in my feed and my stories under my pen name POEETERNAL). 🙂

So I do these for one guy, but he doesn’t even follow me LOL LOL (does he even see them? He hates me but I follow him like a lost, starving puppy that he shoos away ugggggg) *sadface*

HAPPY HALLOWEEN 2019
These are the lamest Snapchat filters I have ever seen…
LAME-O
WTF Snapchat, you need to get it together. Halloween is a big deal, rights? WTF is this filter?

Yeah, so. Unrequited love sucks, in case you were wondering. But, I’ve convinced myself that he’s madly in love with me so my heart and mind are never in sync on the matter anyway.

I’m sharing this one solely on the fact that you can see the irritation regarding the Hallows Eve filters. Bunnies. Really Snapchat. Unimpressed, this face shows.
One more for good measure. Had to show my fangs, WHICH this particular set I decommissioned because it was a 4 piece set and one of the fangs broke years ago so I haven’t worn them in years but decided to do so with the remaining 2 that do work. They were my favorite set actually and were in the style of Underworld. Some girls want diamonds, I want custom fitted fangs.

Top 10 Halloween music playlist

Top 10 of my Halloween playlist

  • Ministry – Everyday is Halloween (The Godfather of industrial)
  • Type O Negative – All Hallows Eve (The drab four, a fav)
  • Type O Negative – Black No. 1 (Little Miss Scare-all)
  • Type O Negative – Christian Woman (theme song to my life)
  • Skinny Puppy – Worlock (in my top 10 fav songs ever)
  • Nine Inch Nails – Copy of a (Reznor owns me)
  • Nine Inch Nails – Came Back Haunted (thank fuck & when NIN returned, I was there. Have seen NIN live a few times since a teen, asked Trent to marry me once on his website, he was flattered, I was like sixteen)
  • Type O Negative – Wolfmoon (What? You can’t have Halloween without TON. Besides, this is a story about a guy going down on a girl when she’s on her period during a full moon and he turns into a fucking werewolf, you can’t get any better than that). SANGUINE ADDICTION
  • Zeromancer – Something For The Pain (eargasm)
  • The Cure – Maybe Someday (Bloodflowers, this album, changed my life)

Le Vampyre

No vampire balls or masquerades
Depression can last for decades

Why do you leave me but never leave me? Why do you pretend that you don’t need me? Why is it, when I cut you, I start bleeding? Why is it, when you cut me, I start feeding?

Age 410
Ich habe hunger
I’d apologise for being a bitch but…
But these mortals get what they ask for…
These are my classic dracula style fangs, but I have other sets that make me look a monster. Halloween soon. Nosferatu season. Dead like me.
Famished
Feed me

The Tale and Trauma of Satine

Satine was born in the dark ages, a very long time ago in the township of “Blackwood” whereto her mother had lived and died.
Unbeknownst of her parents, her mother died during childbirth of Satine. Her mother had been bitten by a vampire while Satine was still in the wound.
Satine never knew of her mother and father, and was abandoned as a child, for the people feared her or what she may become. She was sent away to live in the Carpathian Mountains far away.
There she became skilled amongst her powers, training in martial arts, strategic war tactics, and healing.

A thing of abandonment seeped fear in her heart.
Presumably, her vampiric father watched over her, for Satine had dreams and visions that would abound her. Did he want her dead? Was he in attendance to help her, psychologically?
During her training, she met a Prince by the name of Vladimir. He would teach her many things, among philosophy and majik. Vlad seemed notable of the people, high in court. Yet feared among many.

This brought desire in Satine to return to her home village, learn of its people, of her mother’s grave (hidden behind the church), and seek out her father.

Part human, part vampire, part light, part dark, Satine may prove to be the savior of her village. Upon her arrival, she found the people in disarray. Panic reigned here. Blood towered the streets. Trusty no one was.
Satine seeks love, part of her human condition. She may be vilified by its admission.
She grows week with apathy, bloodlust, and a demoniac affiliation.
She sleeps beyond the church in her mother’s shallow grave.

“Remember, sometimes you need the dark to battle the dark. So do not discourage those who suffer from its apathy.” – Satine

©Delia Ross. 2011

The Tale and Trauma of Satine (Part 1)

Satine was born in the dark ages, a very long time ago in the township of “Blackwood” whereto her mother had lived and died.
Unbeknownst of her parents, her mother died during childbirth of Satine. Her mother had been bitten by a vampire while Satine was still in the wound.
Satine never knew of her mother and father, and was abandoned as a child, for the people feared her or what she may become. She was sent away to live in the Carpathian Mountains far away.
There she became skilled amongst her powers, training in martial arts, strategic war tactics, and healing.

A thing of abandonment seeped fear in her heart.
Presumably, her vampiric father watched over her, for Satine had dreams and visions that would abound her. Did he want her dead? Was he in attendance to help her, psychologically?
During her training, she met a Prince by the name of Vladimir. He would teach her many things, among philosophy and majik. Vlad seemed notable of the people, high in court. Yet feared among many.

This brought desire in Satine to return to her home village, learn of its people, of her mother’s grave (hidden behind the church), and seek out her father. Upon her arrival, she found the people in disarray. Panic reigned there. Blood towered the streets. Trusty no one was.

Part human, part vampire, part light, part dark, Satine may prove to be the savior of her village.
Satine seeks love, part of her human condition. She may be vilified by its admission.
She grows week with apathy, blood-lust, and a demoniac affiliation.

She sleeps beyond the church in her mother’s shallow grave.

“Remember, sometimes you need the dark to battle the dark. So do not discourage those who suffer from its apathy.” – Satine

©Delia Ross, 2011

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