#🦇 – vlad dracula

[ihrinmunteanu]

✨Four years and Count-ing.✨

Happy anniversary @thecount-dracula

[scvereignreignedarchived]

tag drop - ingrid dracula

🦇🕸 – ingrid

🦇🕸 – count dracula

🦇🕸 – vlad

🦇🕸 – renfield

🦇🕸 – magda

🦇🕸 – robin

🦇🕸 – chloe

🦇🕸 – elizabeth

🦇🕸 – graham

🦇🕸 – ian

🦇🕸 – paul

🦇🕸 – eric van helsing

🦇🕸 – jonathan van helsing

🦇🕸 – mina van helsing

🦇🕸 – aesthetic

🦇🕸 – about

🦇🕸 – musings

🦇🕸 – wardrobe

[tteokshifts]

my vampire dr: an intro!

My vampire name is Morgana Dracusilla, but my old name was Julia Dumitru. I am 125 years old and when i died i was 25, permanently looking that age. I need blood every 2 months, but don't worry, I'm pretty controlled about it 😝... as soon as AB+ satisfies me very well.

I was born in Sibiu, Transylvania, Romania. My biological parents were Alina Dumitru and Cristian Arad, but Vlad Dracul (or Dracula) adopted me when he turned me into a vampire after my death. It all happened on a trip I took to Bran, still in Transylvania, in 1925. I had an accident and died, but Dracula was there, and to save me, he transformed me, bringing me back to "life."

I couldn't return to my family as a vampire, so i had to live with Dracula in his castle, which i currently inherited from him. Dracula moved to London, and then left the Castle in my care. I currently live in the castle with my vampire friends: Draconia, Elisabeta, Velkan, Corvin, Darius, Edgar, Devin, Persephone and Lucretia. They take care of the castle with me, but it's always fun to visit the city at night with them, when no one suspects we're vampires.

✩°｡⋆⸜ 🦇 ｡･:*˚:✧｡｡˚๑\🩸ദ⟆ ⌢ৎ୭

[scaramantica]

My OTP in all it's beauty! Thanks for sharing, @knitepercival ♡

They’re fighting~✨

[pupsmailbox]

HALLOWEEN ID PACK

NAMES︰ abraham. abraxas. adam. adrian. adrienne. alaric. alfred. alistair. amity. ann. annabelle. apple. arawn. ash. avaric. azazel. azrael. azriel. barnabas. belladonna. berry. blair. blaize. blake. blanche. boq. brain. bram. bridgette. bronwen. burton. candi. candy. caradoc. carmilla. carrie. casper. cassia. castor. choco. claire. clarice. claudia. cole. coraline. corbin. crimson. cuthbert. damien. damon. daphne. dark. debra. dexter. draco. dracula. drake. duncan. ebony. edgar. elena. eli. elphaba. elvira. ember. estelle. eve. eye. fable. fang. fergus. finn. fiyero. frankenstein. freddie. freddy. frederick. george. ghost. ghoul. giles. glinda. griffin. grimm. gummy. hades. hallorann. hallow. hawthorne. heath. heathcliff. hecate. hekate. hela. hemlock. henry. ichabod. igor. ike. ivan. jack. jason. jasper. josette. knox. layla. lazarus. lenore. lester. licorice. lilith. lolly. lucinda. luella. luna. lunette. mab. malcolm. marnie. mary. matilda. mike. mikey. mina. morgan. morgana. mortimer. nancy. neoma. nessarose. nimue. norman. obsidian. onyx. orenda. orion. osiris. othello. pandora. payne. peach. perdita. poe. poison. pumpkin. radcliff. raven. reese. remus. renwick. requiem. rhiannon. romero. rosalie. rosemary. ross. ruby. rune. ruth. saber. sabrina. sage. salem. sally. sam. samhain. scarlett. sebastian. semyazza. seth. sibyl. sid. sirius. stella. stephen. sylvia. tabitha. thackery. trick. twila. twilight. udolpho. vamp. vampire. vanellope. vespera. victor. victoria. viktor. vincent. vlad. voltaire. wanda. wednesday. wendy. werewolf. wes. wesley. wilhelmina. willow. winifred. winter. wolf. wren. xander. zelda.

PRONOUNS︰ attic/attic. bat/bat. bell/bell. black/black. blood/blood. bone/bone. boo/boo. cabre/macabre. candle/candle. candy/bar. candy/candy. candybar/candybar. carve/carve. cavity/cavity. cem/cemetery. chaos/chaos. choco/chocola. claw/claw. co/coffin. costume/costume. crim/crimson. cry/crypt. dark/dark. darkroom/darkroom. demon/demon. devil/devil. dread/dreadful. end/ender. eve/eve. fair/fair. fang/fang. fest/festival. flick/flick. ghost/ghost. ghoul/ghoul. grem/gremlin. grim/grim. grue/gruesome. hallo/ween. hallow/hallow. hallow/halloween. halloween/halloween. haunt/haunt. haunted/haunted. hay/hayride. hex/hex. hide/hide. howl/howl. imp/imp. mis/mischeif. mon/monster. monster/monster. myst/mystery. para/normal. poi/poison. poison/poison. polter/geist. prank/prank. pum/pumpkin. pump/kin. pump/pumpkin. pumpkin/pumpkin. scare/crow. scream/scream. shriek/shriek. skel/skeleton. skeleton/skeleton. skull/skull. so/soul. spider/spider. spirit/spirit. spook/spook. spooky/spooky. static/static. sweet/sweet. tale/tale. thrill/thriller. tomb/tomb. treat/treat. tri/trick. trick/treat. trick/trick. trickster/trickster. vamp/vamp. vamp/vampire. vampire/vampire. venom/venom. voi/void. web/web. werewolf/werewolf. witch/witch. wolf/wolf. zomb/zomb. zombie/zombie. ⚰️. 🍁. 🍂. 🍫. 🍬. 🍭. 🎃. 👻. 💀. 💚. 💜. 🕯. 🕷. 🕷️. 🕸. 🖤. 🦇. 🦴. 🧡.

[mollymauksboi]

𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 .𖥔 ݁ ˖🦇

This fic is dedicated to my lovely friend @draculasbat <3 Love you darling! (If you ever want me to write anything else for you please feel free to send me requests! I will happily indulge you with Dracula fics ♡)

Word count: 1,741

(NSFW, 18+ MINORS DNI.)

Warnings: Male masturbation, Getting caught, Voyeurism, Oral overstimulation

Ever since the death of his wife, Dracula had not been the same. His compassion towards the humans had soured, he no longer cared about them- began to slaughter them left and right out of anger and when he wasn’t angry? He was locked within his study in a depressive episode. He never had company, and by rights he should have killed her the second she stepped foot in his castle… But something about this adorably tiny woman with short black hair and dark grey eyes caught his attention.

Vlad was wary at first, keeping her at arm's length. He did not enjoy her presence, but she needed help, shelter- so he caved for once allowing a human to reside with him.

Several months had passed, and the vampire lord had found himself slowly growing accustomed to her presence, even… Liked having her around. She was a quiet woman for the most part, he had managed to allow her into his study, having her close by, letting the ravenette read his books and talk her heart out whenever she was in the mood to talk; rarely did she ramble but when she did it was absolutely adorable. His gardens had not looked so bright and cared for since Lisa’s passing.

Hells… he had gotten so wrapped around her finger that Dracula even let her groom him- he couldn’t see his reflection after all and she trimmed his beard and brushed out his long hair; Dracula quite enjoyed having her tiny form in his lap while she did this.

Today… Gods today, Dracula couldn’t get his little bat out of his mind. They had developed a unique bond, a bit of a sexually charged one. They’d shared some kisses and some nights full of passion, but it had been a while. The man was pent up… Vlad had leaned back in his chair, sifting through one of the desk drawers to pull out a pair of panties his darling little one had gifted him.

Undoing his slacks, the man pulled out his twitching and aching cock, stroking it as he held the silk undergarments to his nose, inhaling her scent. One of his favourite things was when the ravenette was on her knees, sucking him off. Especially on a bad day, the relief was intoxicating.

Soft and quiet moans left the man’s lips, Vlad could just imagine his little one looking up at him from, his red eyes gazing into her dark grey’s as she took his throbbing cock into her mouth, staring into his eyes as she pleasured him. He could just imagine the way her mouth felt upon him, the warmth that felt like he was melting, the way her tongue would drag across the underside of his erection, flicking over the sensitive tip teasingly.

How her cute little giggles would fill the air when he would make him whimper from how gods damn good it felt. The vampiric lord rather liked her going down on him like that, he liked everything she did of course, especially how tight her pretty little pussy was for him when he would fuck her.

He loved how she was always so willing to do these things with him, sometimes he would be extremely gentle and on the very rare occasion she was used as nothing more than a sex doll for his pleasure to release those pent up emotions into. He always made sure no matter what to give his darling one the best aftercare though, he may be brutal and violent when he needed to be, but he was not a monster, not with those he cared so deeply for.

Vlad was so distracted with this little fantasy, slowly chasing his high that he had not even heard the knocking upon the study door, nor the woman he was growing to love walk inside- standing there in shock.

The slight sound of shuffling caught his attention, his pointed ears perking up a little only to meet those same grey eyes he had been fantasizing about and suddenly the man stopped everything he was doing. Fuck- he had just been caught in one of the most compromising positions possible. While it wouldn’t be the first time she had seen him masturbating, it was the first time he had been caught doing it- especially while her panties were currently bunched in his fist against his face. If he could blush, the man was sure his face would be as red as the blood he feasted upon.

“O-Oh, hello my sweet, I’m sorry I didn’t hear you come in-” Dracula began to tuck himself back into his pants, stuffing the panties into the half open drawer only to pause, his red eyes widening as she moved closer, that familiar playful smirk upon her lips. If only his heart could still beat, he was sure it would be pounding inside his chest.

That look always gave him butterflies- it was funny, people viewed Vlad as a monster, a man who only caused pain and suffering but for those he was closest to? He was nothing more than a big teddy bear who was suffering through his own grief and trying his hardest to process it all.

“No, no.. Don’t let me stop you, my love… Please, continue~”

That flirtatious tone did not help- not at all. He groaned softly, nodding as he untucked himself from his trousers once again, his cock throbbing while he watched her pull up a chair a few feet away from where he sat behind his desk, crossing her legs and watching him intently, amusement and arousal dancing within those beautiful stormy eyes of hers.

Dracula by no means was a submissive man, he always was in control but in this moment? The way she looked at him hungrily and demanded that he continued to jerk off? He was putty in her hands, bending to her every desire.

His little bat sure knew how to tease him and drive him crazy without even touching him, the way she sat, exuding such confidence… the way she undid a few buttons of her shirt to expose the tops of her plump breasts… It had Dracula salivating, his cock aching to be buried deep within her warm and wet core, the feeling of her soft and supple chest in his hands, pressed against his chest, the way they bounced with each thrust of his cock…

Fuck it, the vampire could deny her no longer. If she wanted to watch him stroke himself and cum in his hand, then he would give his little one everything she desired. Vlad’s hand wrapped around his shaft once more, beginning slow and steady just how he liked it, he was feral, but not so much that he would make this a quick show. No, if his darling one wanted to watch him get off, she would have a nice view.

“You know…”

He spoke low and teasing between soft moans of pleasure when his fingers would run over the tip of his cock.

“Your mouth would feel so much better wrapped around me, taking my cum like the good little pet you are~” He knew how to tease her, exactly what got her flustered- just like she knew how to fluster him. Her little blush was so telling; she wanted to, but her mind had been made up, she was going to let him finish what he had started as if she had not wandered in and caught him in the act.

“Maybe if you are good and cum for me like this… I’ll lick up your mess~” Oh fuck… Now that was an image Dracula wanted burned into his mind. His ministrations became faster now, his hips bucking ever so slightly into his hand. His crimson gaze never once left her stormy one, their eyes locked as if they were truly making love then and there.

The only noise that filled the space between them was the sound of the chair creaking under his movements, wet slapping sounds of skin hitting skin accompanied by the moans and soft praises that fell from his lips. Dracula could feel that familiar pooling of heat in his abdomen, he was nearing his end, quicker than he wanted but he had been at this for a bit before she had shown up.

“My little love… How perfect you are for me… such a good girl…”

That sparked something in his little bat, he could see the flash of arousal intensifying in her gaze and she finally moved from the chair to kneel before him just like he loved. Her fingers, feather light in touch traced up and down his thighs while she watched his every movement. Something about this- her not even being the one to pleasure him and yet sat there with those innocent touches; it drove the vampire wild. His movements increased in intensity and pacing one final time, his free hand gently stroking the woman's raven locks.

“My little bat… haaahh… I’m… Going to-”

“Good my love… Cum for me~” That playful little demand was his downfall. With a few more rough strokes, Dracula’s head tilted back, eyes fluttering closed as her name fell from his lips in a delightful cry of pleasure. The hot, sticky strings of his release coated his hand, dripping down his length and the man slumped into his seat a little, breath slightly ragged.

His ears perked as he heard the woman between his legs shift, and he opened his eyes just in time to watch that cheeky little smile tug at her lips before she leaned down, licking up every last drop he had spilled.

His body tensed and twitched- an undignified whimper leaving him when her tongue licked up his sensitive shaft, teasingly flicking over the tip which made him jump in the chair before he gave a quiet chuckle of amusement watching her sit back and swallow all that she had taken.

“Careful my love… Tease me too much and you might just end up bent over my desk~” Oh what a sight that would be…

Her adorable little giggles were music to his ears, watching the way she stood and climbed into his lap, straddling his hips.

“Maybe thats what i want~ After all… you did put on such a good show for me..” This woman would surely be the death of him.. But Dracula wouldn’t have it any other way.

[merlinzorn]

⚰️🦇🌷My characters; Jasper, Jules, and Vlad Montagu.

- in addition, Dracula and Nosferatu Montagu (deceased).

[izzylimon]

Dracula´s Castle Romania

Bran Castle "Have you seen vampires? Nestled deep in the rugged landscapes of Transylvania, myths and legends swirl as thick as the morning fog—here lies Bran Castle, often dubbed Dracula’s Castle. This imposing fortress is the heart of countless vampire tales and whispers of the undead that have captivated imaginations worldwide.

Bran Castle’s link to Dracula is steeped more in fiction than historical fact. Bram Stoker’s 1897 novel “Dracula” painted the portrait of a bloodthirsty vampire count, a character loosely based on the real Vlad the Impaler, known for his brutal methods of punishing his enemies. Stoker never visited Romania, but his descriptions evoke the eerie essence of this region, aligning perfectly with the gothic stature of Bran Castle. The castle itself, dating back to the 14th century, perches dramatically on a hill, inviting stories of nocturnal creatures lurking in its shadowy corridors.

Though the connection to Vlad is tenuous, the castle has embraced its role in vampire lore, attracting those fascinated by the supernatural and the spine-tingling tales of vampires. What is it about vampires that continues to draw us in? Is it the thrill of the unknown, or perhaps a darker reflection of our own nature?" source: Romania (on ig) @macabreland 🦇

[tutanchanup]

Ah, so finally, here it is.

My first short story featuring His Vampirized Majesty 👑🦇

Brought to life after I've encountered this amazing gem on the internets:

Whether true or fake, I just HAD to make this happen! 😄

So, I proudly present to you the epic story of:

The Inauguration of Vlad Draculea

- former warlord, now made president

(sorry Romanian people if I've completely botched how your inauguration looks like, as I have no idea how that works in your country. I've tried to look it up, but all the info was in Romanian 🤣. For this reason, I've tried to make the details as vague as possible 😆. I'll be glad if someone local lectures me in the future 😅)

Notes:

- Draculea's speeches and crowd interaction I've based on what rhetorics I think a mediaeval warlord would use - aka someone who had to be able to make incredible impression and inspire loyalty in just a few well chosen words and powerful gestures 😉

- I've found out (but feel free to correct me 😉) that in Romania, it actually might be possible to vote in someone without their active participation (even though they'd have the right to not accept. But Vlad would never be deaf to the call of his people, would he 😄)

Now enough blabbering, let's indulge in the story, as it is SOME story, I tell you!

~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~

Lord Draculea was sitting in his castle, enjoying the quiet night by the warm light of the fireplace.

He took a sip of a suspiciously red liquid from a beautiful gothic chalice.

But you'd be surprised it wasn't blood. It was something far more unexpected.

A porto wine.

Draculea took another sip and gratefully savoured the sweet and slightly spiced favour. "THIS is how wine is supposed to taste!" he exclaimed, to himself only, as the castle was now devoid of any other living soul. Or, better said, he addressed it to the word itself. "People nowadays don't know what a good wine is... I swear if someone brings me some of that ridiculously expensive sour abomination that only makes your tongue curl, one more time..."

He sighted. At least now he'll have some peace from that. Now that he revealed to the world who he really is, it was quite clear that his reputation has crumbled into pieces. Dracula the Vampire AND Vlad the Impaler in one person?! Truly an impressively unflattering combination.

So he discreetly removed himself from the public eye and enjoyed the quietness his castle has once again dived itself into. He didn't waste time trying to correct the public opinion that he isn't a mad tyrant nor the sadistic monster. He already learned that fighting against propaganda is a lost fight from the start.

His musings were interrupted by the sharp sound of the doorbell. Vlad cursed. What is it with today? His phone was ringing from the morn, not letting him enjoy the quiet piece he was so looking forward to. Begrudgingly he went to answer the door, promising that if this won't be truly damn important, he's gonna devour that poor fool who dared to disturb him.

"LORD DRACULEA, THANK GOD, WE HAVE BEEN TRYING TO CONTACT YOU FOR MONTHS!!!". Draculea listened to the exasperated voice of the messenger, slowly stopping to believe his own ears.

"They did WHAT???!!!!"

~°~°~•~°~°~

Vlad Draculea clasped the polished wood of the stand with microphones, trying to assure himself that this is real.

The public awaited with eager anticipation.

Draculea cleared his throat. "Dear people of this land..." he started,

"...have you all lost your mind?"

Then he turned his gaze directly onto the camera with a look that, in the 15th century, would have made an army lay down their weapons. With a theatrical sigh, he continued:

"I must admit, your decision has caught me somewhat off guard. Just yesterday, I was peacefully reading Machiavelli, relishing the thought that I won't have to rule ever again. And today? Today, my servant informs me that I have been made a president.

Without my consent.

Ladies and gentlemen, that is, if I may say so, rather impolite."

A dramatic pause followed before he added, now with a more warm-hearted smile:

"But on the other hand — I must admit it was a brilliant move. For centuries, I have taught you that the best way to defeat an enemy is to turn his own weapons against him. And now, you have forced me to rule by leaving me no way to refuse.

My respect. A masterful strategy, truly. Almost worthy of... Vlad the Impaler."

~°~°~•~°~°~

The night before the inauguration have approached.

And on that warm night, a group of very special few have gathered in the courtyard of Draculea's castle. Excited whispers rippled through the small gathering of those, who have answered to the call of a very peculiar message that got spread in their circles.

Suddenly, the door swung open and in stepped with the stride of a warlord His Majesty himself.

His face a mask of stone, he stopped his step in front of the group and then measured each one of them with a hard, scrutinizing gaze, as if he was contemplating their loyalty.

Then he addressed them, his tone deathly serious: "Gentlemen! I hope that you all...

...are as mad in the head as I am!" he finished before he let out a hearty laugh, destroying the heavy atmosphere.

The people, who until now were maybe a little bit afraid when he intimidated them first with his serious tone, started to slowly smile with excitement.

Draculea continued in a mischievous tone:

"What we are about to do may well be one of the most audacious acts in modern history... Perhaps it won't pass, and I shall be cast out from this office for breaking every rule known to man, hahaha. Perhaps I shall set a record, to be remembered in the book of records as the president who ruled for the briefest of times. But imagine how we shall stun them all on the morrow!"

"For I simply cannot help myself... I won't arrive to be inaugurated in a limousine, dressed in some drab suit! Pfui!!" he spat on the ground in disgust, "No, I am a man of the 15th century, and I won't betray my honour!"

"So, my lords, to us and to the greatest audacity in the history of modern inaugurations!"

And then, as he let them in on his plan, their eyes slowly started gleaming with excitement.

~°~°~•~°~°~

On the day of the inauguration, a crowd has gathered before the palace, where the ceremony was to happen. Everything went as it always did:

There was the expectant hush of the crowd, a calm stillness filled with murmurs and the restless shuffling of cameras. Reporters adjusted their microphones, anchors rehearsed their lines, security stood at attention.

All waited for the familiar scene - the polished limousine gliding to a halt, the door swinging open, and the newly elected president stepping out in a crisp, simple suit, nodding dutifully before making his way inside.

But that's not what came.

Instead—

A sound of horn.

Deep, ancient, commanding. The kind that once signaled war, that called warriors to battle. It shook the air, sent a shiver through the gathered masses. Conversations died. Heads snapped toward the distant streets.

Then came the other sound.

A distant, rhythmic rumble at first, but growing—thunderous, rolling, primal. A tremor that did not come from the earth but from something mightier.

The drumming of hooves.

And then they appeared.

Bursting into view like a vision from a forgotten age, a cavalcade of horse riders thundered through the boulevard. Claded in vivid colours, their heads covered in helmets, a tide of steel and silk, of crimson, blue and gold, of history reborn.

But it wasn't a slow, ceremonious parade. They've cut through the streets with the force of mediaeval charge.

And at the front of this impossible procession, like a monarch riding to claim his throne - Draculea.

Not as the world had expected. Not in the muted, stiff attire of modern politics. But in full ceremonial armor, steel forged into intricate details, now glinting in the sun. However his head was bare, letting his black locks dance in the wind.

His black warhorse surged forward, muscles rippling beneath a colourful caparison, its breath a cloud of mist in the crisp air.

And in Draculea's eyes gleamed a fire, the cold and unyielding certainty of a ruler who had seen centuries pass but had never bent to them.

Behind him rode his chosen company, his loyal knights, garbed in the finery of a past that had not yet faded from their hearts. Some wore pieces of armor, their helmets gleaming like silver phantoms beneath the sky. Others bore the rich, embroidered tunics of noble courtiers, velvet and brocade spilling over their saddles. And above them all, the banner.

The great crest of house Drăculești.

It rippled like living fire, its crimson, blue and gold threads, bearing the shape of sun and moon, vivid against the blue sky, a relic of Wallachian wars reborn in a world that had long forgotten what it meant. The Draculea commet once more symbolically crowning the sky above, as it was once in real life, five centuries ago.

But most amazing sight wasn't the banner, nor the rich silks, nor Draculea's immaculately carved armour. It was the faces of his riders. As these weren't mere actors, fulfilling their duty for a reward. From their expressions was clear their absolute devotion to this cause. So this wasn't a charge of a dreamer, followed by people trying to recreate history. This was a charge of a warlord and his loyal warriors.

For a breathless moment, the world forgot the age of cars and skyscrapers, of laws and diplomacy. This was something older, grander, untamed.

And as Draculea pulled his steed to a halt before the palace, its hooves scattering dust and light, the crowd has felt like they've just become a part in a legend.

They had expected a politician.

They had received a king.

~°~°~•~°~°~

Inside the palace, the chancellors waited in solemn anticipation. A small table stood in the center, bearing the official document that would seal Draculea’s rise to power. Behind it, flags of the nation hung as little more than decorative backdrops.

Then suddenly the doors flew open, and HE strode in, regal, unyielding.

His gaze burned with something ancient, something unshakable - the sheer will of a mediaeval warlord. He moved toward the table… and walked right past it.

A murmur of confusion rippled through the hall. But Draculea didn't stop until he stood in front of the flags, his gaze fixed at the national standart.

Then he drew his sword.

A nervous silence fell as the chancellors stopped breathing. What in the heavens is this madman gonna do? they thought in unison.

Draculea, in a single decisive motion, drove the blade into the floor and knelt before the Romanian flag. He bowed his proud head in reverence, and then he spoke a solemn oath in Romanian. Then again in Latin. Then a third time in Old Church Slavonic, honoring both faiths of his people—Catholic and Orthodox alike.

"I swear to wield this sword in defense of this land!"

Then he rose and without tearing his gaze from the flag, extended his hand. At once, his squire rushed forward, presenting him with his own banner — the great flag of House Drăculești. Taking it, Draculea drove it with terrible force into the stand beside the others, wordlessly declaring that his bloodline would stand in service to Romania.

Without another glance at the chancellors, he turned and strode toward the courtyard, where the people awaited his words.

"W-wait!" came a frantic voice behind him, stopping him in his tracks.

One of the chancellors hurried forward, desperately pointing at the document on the table. "You still have to sign this!"

Draculea cast an unimpressed glance at the document — the modern world’s petty formality. Even though this would be the thing that would officially grant him the authority, to him, it was a meaningless piece of paper. The true act of fealty had already been given, not in ink, but in steel.

But if this was what the age required…

With visible distaste, he scrawled his signature - internally lamenting that he can't seal it with wax - and tossed the pen aside. Then he turned and strode directly onto the balcony to face his people.

The chancellors sighted with relief and gestured him to come before the stand with microphones to give his speech. But Draculea raised his hand in firm refusal. "A leader who can't address his people with his own voice doesn't deserve to be heard!"

Then he spoke, his voice clear over the courtyard. A voice of a commander used to give orders to an army.

"Dear people of this land! I am honoured you've chosen me to be your lead in these times. I heard your call. You, the same as I, have realised that we have lost something. Begone are days of the knights and swordfights. But with them has also gone some very important values. I understand that's why you've chosen me, to once again be your leader. To bring these values back! And I am not talking about impaling..." From the crowd came some nervous chuckles. "I'm talking about our pride, and the values of honour, honesty, loyalty and responsibility." Draculea then in powerful gesture extended his arm and pointed his finger at the crowd, and commanded them: "And I want you to watch me carefully!"

The officials exchanged desperate glances. "Not only is this man a maniac, but now he's a narcissist too?"

But their faces became pale as Draculea suddenly unsheathed a dagger he had by his side.

What the hell...!

Draculea continued his speech, showing the dagger to the crowd:

"I want you to watch me not because I yearn for your attention. But because deep down I am still a human. And humans err. So I want you to watch me. And if ever I falter, and betray this what I have now promised here... Then take this dagger! And drive it straight into my back!!!!!!!"

Then he sheathed the dagger in one elegant motion, went to his horse, swung into the saddle and spurred the majestic creature onto its hind legs. Shouting a battle cry in old Romanian, he urged the steed forward and he and his whole company has left the courtyard in a gallop.

No one said a word. No one cheered.

The crowd was still too stunned by what they saw, not sure if this was real or not.

One reporter, holding in his hands the papers with lines of questions, meticulously prepared beforehand, had sighted in disbelief: "He's gone..." He glanced once again at the papers, now rendered totally useless. "But... but... he was supposed to answer our questions... we were to film for hours... This was supposed to last the whole day! H-how long did this even take?!" His colleague glanced at his watch. "About 15 minutes."

"Fuck."

But then suddenly, someone from the crowed started clapping. And slowly, others joined him. The crowd started cheering. But Draculea was long gone to hear any of that.

~°~°~•~°~°~

Through the evening rode this mysterious ride of mediaeval looking gentlemen. Until they've stopped at the outskirts of the city, in a mediaeval themed inn.

The door swung open and into the inn came a procession of knights, their faces solemn. The whole inn quieted down, taking in the strange sight.

Lord Draculea in an uncompromising tone ordered mead for the whole company.

Then they sat to a table in silence. None of them spoke a word, even when the mead was served. Then, as one man, they all lifted their cups and drank. And then they've put their cups down ceremoniously, their expressions invoking an atmosphere as before a crusade.

But then, the corners of their mouths started to twitch. And then suddenly, they've burst into laughter.

"Oh my god!!!!" exclaimed one of the riders. "God, that was awesome, ahaha!!!" joined another.

Draculea removed his armoured glove so that he could wipe off the tear from his eyes: "You should've seen their faces!! Ahaha, when I tossed the pen to that chancellor, he looked like that if I'd borrow him my sword, he would've beheaded me on the spot!!!!!"

His flag bearer agreed, "Oh, and when you drove your sword into their polished parquet floor? They looked like they were ready to impale you!!!!" "Ah, then maybe I should show them how to do that, what do you think?!! Ahahaha!!!" Draculea slammed his fist into the table, howling with laughter.

The people in the inn watched that bizzare scene in disbelief, some taking out their phones to film this extravagant moment.

After he caught his breath again, Draculea addressed his crowd of loyals:

"Gentlemen, I must thank you for this most exquisite feat! I daresay, I have not been so thoroughly entertained in centuries! At this moment I might even rejoice that I have lived to see my six hundredth year! Truly, by all the torments I have endured, this was worth it!"

Then he lifted his cup in a ceremonious gesture:

"And so, for this most magnificent endeavour, I hereby name you knights of my most loyal order!"

~°~°~•~°~°~

When the time was to depart, Draculea moved from his seat and went to the door. However before he could mount his horse, one determined group of reporters had finally caught up with him.

"Lord Draculea, Mister President, wait!"

Draculea quietly growled. "By the fires of hell, these people are everywhere!" he sighted internally. He restrained his arm which has twitched over the pommel of his sword as the cameraman showed his camera straight into Draculea's face.

"Mr. President, your inauguration earlier today knocked everyone off their feet! No matter how controversial it was, it is clear that no one will ever forget it. But aren't you afraid that the office of the president will condemn your informal behavior and refuse to recognize it as valid? After all, you broke almost every protocol in the book. Some might see this as an excuse to strip you of the office of president, before you’ve even issued a single decree."

Draculea smiled confidently at this question. Then, with his head held high, he answered:

"You're right, and I am fully aware of the risk I'm taking! However, I had my reasons for doing it. And I also know that the people elected me to this esteemed office precisely because they see that I stand by the values that make sense to me, and that I am not afraid to break conventions for that. But tell me yourself – would you truly prefer if I had simply walked in and signed some paper that someone invented no more than few years ago, rather than bowing before the flag, a symbol of our country that has been honored for centuries? Would you have felt the same strong emotions with such a gesture?"

He paused dramatically.

"Because I certainly would not!!"

Another pause, letting the words sink in. Then, with fervor and a spark in his eyes, he continued:

"And if my overly brief inauguration moved even a few people to feel pride in this country... If even a few people paused to think about what values truly matter... Or if a few people, for the first time in years, at least had a proper laugh... Then I don’t care if I become the president with the shortest term in history. Because, in that case, it was worth it!!!!" he exclaimed proudly, like a warlord preparing for battle.

"And if I must choose between avoiding the wrath of bureaucrats or reigniting pride in the hearts of my people, then I WILL ALWAYS STAND WITH MY NATION!!!" To give proper weight to his words, he slammed his fist into his chest.

And then he added in a lot more dangerously quiet, menacing voice: "And now if you won't stop bothering me, I'll make use of that sword I have here..."

At these words the reporters hastily thanked him for his time and promptly left.

One of Draculea's companions took him by the side, a concerned look on his face. "Măria Ta. The reason why they were here... I don't know if you noticed, but the people in the inn were filming us. I am afraid our little feast will have now spread all over the social media" he warned.

But Draculea only smiled mysteriously. The companion eyed him with disbelief.

"W-wait... You knew... You did this on purpose?!"

Draculea gave him a knowing look. Then he moved closer to him, as if he was sharing some deep secret:

"In past times, when you were a ruler, you always had to be aware of what effect you have on people. Otherwise you would end up dead.

I knew that our little feat would inspire loyalty in many. But it would also provoke some to think: Did we really vote in a maniac who doesn't know the year is not 1456 anymore? What if he starts a crusade?!!

It was vital that I let the world know that I am aware that this is the 21st century.

Besides..."

He chuckled as he took out of his ornate belt pouch a phone.

"Modern politicians often forget about the part of the nation that has a natural disdain for authority - the young generation."

He opened social media and showed his companion what hashtags were now trending:

#Legendary

#TheArtOfTrolling

#EpicMove

#DraculaTheKingOfTrolls

#HailToTheKing

#MostEpicInaugurationInHistory

Draculea then read out loud one of the many posts that has started to flood the internet:

"I never thought I’d be a fan of a vampire, but Dracula just convinced me that there’s no better combination: respect, charisma, and epic trolling. This is more entertaining than most political campaigns of the last decade!"

His companion starred in disbelief when the old warlord mounted his steed, phone still in his hand. And then, after gesturing him farewell, rode into the night.

The man was left there standing, his mind desperately trying to process the image of a mediaeval voivode, clad in armour, in one hand reigns of a mighty warhorse, in the other a modern phone, riding away while laughing at the memes people were now making about him on social media.

After quite a battle, his mind had settled with the thought:

"Maybe he shouldn't text while driving..."

[respirgender]

Halloweeniden

Description: A xeniden related to, based on, or connected in some way to Halloween.

Colours: Black, orange, purple, green, and any other colours one may associate with Halloween.

Themes and aesthetics: Trick or treating, autumn/fall, trees losing their leaves, being scared and scaring others, watching horror movies, haunted houses, bats, black cats, spiders, eating candy, pumpkins and jack-o'-lanterns, witches, vampires, ghosts and ghouls, zombies, skeletons, carving pumpkins, hanging out with friends, dressing up in costumes, Halloween parties, darkness and nighttime, the full moon, graveyards, nostalgia

Name ideas: Autumn, Maple, Mabel, Ambrose, Jack, Jackson, Anabelle, Samara, October, Edgar, Blair, Raven, Ravenna, Luna, Rosemary, Freddy, Helena, Michael, Edward, Jason, Salem, Elvira, Victor/Viktor, Eve, Sabrina, Carrie, Laurie, Ivy, Elizabeth, Simon, Sidney, Samantha, Norman, Patrick, Ed, Todd, Pamela, Amanda, Olivia, Lila, Sally, Nancy, Onyx, Jett, Dracula, Casper, Frankie, Pumpkin, Twilight, Spirit, Daphne, Vampira, Dexter, Ash, Birch, Nutmeg, Lenore, Caroline, Coraline, Reese, Mary, Octavia, Frank, Toby, Matilda, Adam, Ann, Trick, Trixie, Hal, Hazel, Sally, Amber, Rowan, Aspen, Allan/Alan, Evelyn, Heather, Lucy, Jamie, Jinx, Thorn, Ebony, Vlad, Igor

Pronoun ideas: pumpkin/pumpkins, spooky/spookys, hallow/hallows, halloween/halloweens, candy/candys, trick/tricks, treat/treats, scare/scares, bat/bats, were/weres, werewolf/werewolfs, howl/howls, vamp/vamps, horror/horrors, fall/falls, autumn/autumns, fright/frights, blood/bloods, night/nights, haunt/haunts, haunted/haunteds, tomb/tombs, costume/costumes, cat/cats, eve/eves, ghost/ghosts, zomb/zombs, zombie/zombies, bite/bites, jack/jacks, carve/carves, witch/witches, broom/brooms, broomstick/broomsticks, sweet/sweets, growl/growls, scream/screams, terror/terrors, web/webs, cobweb/cobwebs, spider/spiders, bone/bones, skull/skulls, grave/graves, ghoul/ghouls, fall/falls, october/octobers, 🎃/🎃s, 🍂/🍂s, 🍁/🍁s, 🦇/🦇s, 🐈‍⬛/🐈‍⬛s, 🐈/🐈s, 🐱/🐱s, 🍭/🍭s, 🍬/🍬s, 🍫/🍫s, 🌙/🌙s, 🌕/🌕s, 😱/😱s, 💀/💀s, 🦴/🦴s, ☠️/☠️s, 👻/👻s, 🦉/🦉s, 🕷️/🕷️s, 🕸️/🕸️s, 🎭/🎭s, 🕯️/🕯️s, 🗡️/🗡️s, 🔪/🔪s, ⚔️/⚔️s, 🪓/🪓s, ⚰️/⚰️s, ⛓️/⛓️s, 🖤/🖤s, 🧡/🧡s, 💚/💚s, 💜/💜s, 🩸/🩸s, 🪦/🪦s, 🥧/🥧s, 🧹/🧹s, 🧟/🧟s, 🧛/🧛s

Music ideas: Halloween music, horror movie/game soundtracks, the Misfits, Creature Feature, Rob Zombie

Related terms: Autumniden / Falliden

[loptrthecloneshadowtrooper]

Vampire & Dhampyr Family's Victory (🧛‍♂️)-(🦇 )-(🏆)-(🥇)-(🏅)

Adrian Tepes/Alucard & Vlad Tepes/Dracula from Castlevania!

The Vampire Prince for Alucard!

The Lord of the Castle for Dracula Vlad Tepes!

Adrian Tepes/Alucard & Mathias Cronqvist/Vlad Tepes/Dracula won against their own opponents (Demitri Maximoff & Ganondorf/Ganon from Darkstalkers & The Legend of Zelda respectively)

Castlevania Champions of DBX & Death Battle!

[argyleheir]

It's a whole new year in writing!

No promises on timeframe, but I've been clearing out the cobwebs in my WIP folder and am curious what readers might want to see updated! 💌🦇

[ocdvampire]

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[pupsmailbox]

VAMPIRE ID PACK

NAMES︰ absalom. acanthus. acheron. achlys. adelaide. adoess. adonis. adorette. adrian. adrienne. aero. akasha. alaric. aletia. alfonso. alistair. allure. alluria. altair. alucard. amber. ambrose. ambrosia. amor. amora. amorette. amélie. anna. anton. anya. armand. ash. asher. ashlin. astrophel. atticus. avenal. bara. bashericus. batsy. batte. belladonna. bianca. bitelle. biter. bitte. blacky. blade. blaine. blair. blaire. bloodette. bloodi. bloodie. bloodier. bloodine. bloody. bram. cain. carmilla. carnamor. carrie. carrionyx. casimir. cathedral. cecil. cecilia. celeste. charlotte. chatelaine. ciel. clara. claude. claudia. coffina. corbin. cornelius. count. countess. crimson. crowley. culamia. cularnage. cupid. dali. damienne. damon. darcy. darling. dawn. deathema. desiree. destiny. devoure. dhampyre. dirge. dorian. drac. dracul. dracula. draven. drusilia. drusilla. duvessa. edgar. edon. eldritch. eleanor. eleleth. elisabeta. elivria. elizabeth. elspeth. elucius. elvira. enzo. esme. eve. ezra. fangcheska. faustus. felent. felicity. felix. feronia. frederick. gorey. gossamer. gothita. grimoire. guinevere. hannya. hawthorn. helena. hemlock. hesperia. irina. ivy. iztli. james. jasper. jericho. joshua. julian. juliet. karnage. kasha. keres. killian. kings. kiro. lacey. laszlo. laura. lazarus. lenora. lenore. lestat. lilith. lorei. loren. louis. loveina. lovelace. lovelita. lovelorn. lovesel. lovina. luci. lucia. lucian. luciel. lucien. lucienne. lucina. lucious. lycidas. lyn. lysander. lyuvr. macasma. maeve. magnus. mallory. marce. marceline. matthias. mavis. melancholy. melloic. mercer. merciful. mercy. mikael. mikaela. mina. miriam. miyu. morcant. morgan. morpheus. mortas. mortem. mortis. muse. nikolas. nocturne. noir. nora. nosferatu. onyx. orpheus. oscar. pandora. princely. rage. raven. redon. rhys. romeo. rosalie. ruse. sabrina. salem. sangue. sanguine. scarette. selene. shadow. silas. silhouette. silvias. simon. stoker. styx. suckite. sullivan. syilc. talon. tenki. theodore. thorn. thorne. umbral. valentine. valeria. vamp. vampelle. vamperina. vamperine. vampette. vampine. vampir. vampira. vampiress. vamplita. vamplyn. vampress. vampyr. vampyre. vanabas. vanpaia. veinessa. velvet. velvette. victor. victoria. viktor. viktoria. vile. ville. vincent. viola. violet. virtue. vlad. vladimir. voltaire. xander. xavier. yama. yves. zak.

PRONOUNS︰ attack/attack. bat/bat. bit/bitten. bite/bite. black/black. blade/blade. bled/bled. bleed/bleed. bleed/bleeding. blood/blood. blood/bloody. castle/castle. cave/cave. cem/cemetery. claw/claw. co/coffin. coffin/coffin. cor/corpse. cor/corrupt. cross/cross. crypt/crypt. cryptid/cryptid. curse/curse. day/walker. dead/dead. death/death. dhampir/dhampir. died/died. drac/drac. drac/dracula. drama/drama. drank/drank. draugr/draugr. drink/drink. elem/elemental. em/emphatic. en/energy. evil/evil. fang/fang. flap/flap. fled/fledgling. fly/fly. fog/fog. gore/gore. goth/goth. grave/grave. grave/yard. grey/gray. growl/growl. hex/hex. hide/hide. hiss/hiss. horror/horror. hx/hxm. hy/hym. h♱/h♱m. h⸸/h⸸m. im/immortal. ix/ix. i♱/i♱. i⸸/i⸸. kill/kill. mist/mist. moon/moon. mor/morbid. moroi/moroi. night/night. noct/nocturnal. nos/nosferatu. old/old. pale/pale. psy/psychic. red/red. ro/royal. rot/rot. scare/scare. scary/scary. sharp/sharp. shx/hxr. shy/hyr. sh♱/h♱r. sh⸸/h⸸r. silver/silver. stake/stake. stri/strigoi. succ/succubus. suck/suck. teeth/teeth. thxy/thxm. thy/thym. th♱y/th♱m. th⸸y/th⸸m. tomb/tomb. tooth/tooth. un/dead. un/undead. under/ground. vamp/vamp. vampire/vampire. ve/vem. ve/ver. ve/vim. ve/vir. vex/vex. vile/vile. vour/vourdala. vryk/vrykolaka. white/white. ♱. ⸸. ⚰️. 🌃. 🌑. 🌕. 🌙. 🍷. 🏰. 💉. 📜. 🕯️. 🕸. 🥀. 🦇. 🦷. 🧛. 🧛‍♀️. 🧛‍♂️. 🩸.

[strigoi-diabolicum]

🦇 Welcome to Fur and Fang!

“Welcome to my house! Enter freely. Go safely, and leave something of the happiness you bring.” - Bram Stoker

This is an au of Dracula that explores the idea of "what if vampires were different?" and an expansion of the world they inhabit. With these changes to vampires as a whole, there are also changes to the canon plot.

I venture to put my own unique and, hopefully, interesting spin on the 1897 classic. Along with that, this AU ventures to explore the unique biology, hierarchy, and social dynamics of these vampires while building a new story.

The main setting of this au starts in 1893, taking place after the events of Dracula by Bram Stoker. Instead of being killed, Dracula (otherwise known as "Vlad") is kept alive and captive in Abraham's possession-- the man intending to using the vampire to delve deeper into his research.

Note: Even though I will primarily post about this Au, I will also post things about Dracula, and Dracula memes. These will be tagged as "CanonDracula" and "CanonDraculaMemes"

Tags Used

#Fur&Fang Au / Dracula: Fur&Fang- The main labels for this au and all its conents.

#Fur&Fang Setting - Expansion of the setting and world of this au, along with events, timelines, and history.

#Fur&Fang Characters - The characters that make

#Fur&Fang Submissions - Things people have submitted to this blog.

#Fur&Fang Documents - Like dracula, this follows a letter and journal style format of storytelling. These outline the events.

#Fur&Fang Asks - Asks that were submitted and answered.

#Fur&Fang Misc - The tag for art, memes, and discussion

[ladywatereton]

31 years of Bram Stoker's Dracula🧛🏻🦇🧄🐺📿

Mina & Vlad Wallpaper:

🎥 Bram Stoker's Dracula (1992).

🎶 Dark Paradise, Lana Del Rey.