#Dracula was on TV tonight

[beejsdevilishsoulmate]

Ya think Bram Stoker's chilling in the Afterlife, angry and confused that the character he created for people to fear, is now fantasized by some people???

'I CREATED DRACULA TO SCARE PEOPLE, NOT TURN THEM ON!!!'

*Edited to add this photo*

SIR, IT IS ILLEGAL TO LOOK THIS DAMN GOOD!!!

[clarkeyhill]

🔞Halloween Party | George Clarke (kinktober)

[You're hosting a Halloween party at your flat with a few friends, you each take in turns to pick an outfit out of a hat, not revealing to eachother what it is until you all turn up at the party, George's catching you by surprise when he arrives ]

It's the morning of Halloween, approximately 11am and you get everyone to come round to pick out their outfit so you all had time to go and create your looks. George, ArthurTV, Chris, Arthur Hill and Bach all come at the same time as you prepare the hat full of costume ideas

Options:

Slutty nurse|Ghostface|Dead cowboy|Skeleton|Zombie|Vampire

"So I've put a few in a hat, I don't want any peeking at others or telling eachother what we have. It's a surprise" you say looking at them all in seriousness "Yes boss" Bach says chuckling. You pick out the first outfit and keep it to yourself, Bach next, then TV, then George, then Chris and finally Hill. You all place the paper into your pockets to avoid peeking. "Right, I guess we all need to go costume hunting" George says as they all agree "see you guys at 7pm" you say smirking, excited to spend your first Halloween in London with your besties. They all leave and you can finally see your outfit, you unfold the paper and reveal it to yourself

"Slutty nurse <3"

Great. Just what you wanted, anything would have been better than wearing a little nurse outfit for 5 boys, you roll your eyes. You decide the only place that would have something like that at short notice would regrettably be Ann summers. You grab your car keys and head to the car park, you jump in your car and set off to Ann summers. You weren't a confident person and the boys have never seen you outside of your baggy jumpers and joggers, so for them to see you beyond that nerves you a little bit. You park your car up and walk into the shopping centre, anxious is an understatement. You make your way down the escalator, luckily it's Ann summers is straight at the end of it so you can scurry away after finding an outfit.

You make your way inside and start to browse, a store you've never been in before, tending only to wear plain bras and panties, you never felt the need for something so, sexy. You decide to ask a cashier if they had the outfit you needed in your side, luckily it was the last one and you were just in luck. A slutty nurse outfit paired with the tights and a plain pair of Vans, you make your way back to your car and set off home. Awaiting your food shop to arrive for tonight, you arrive home at 1pm just in the nick of time as your delivery is due for 2pm. You prep a drinks station on a little trolley full of spirits & mixers for the boys to help themselves. Whilst laying out a table cloth for the food, you just ordered snacks so you could easily lay them out. The delivery arrives and you quickly set everything out in bowls

The time is now 5pm and you need to get ready, you jump in the shower to wash your hair and shave. You sit down at your makeup desk and start to blow dry your hair, placing them in rollers whilst you apply your makeup. You opt for full coverage yet minimal, not your usual. You apply a blood like line under your eyebrow and add red food colouring into a spray bottle and spray your face like a blood splat. Now to change into the outfit you dread. (Below)

You look at the final outfit and makeup and are actually happy at how you pulled it off to say you always wear lounge clothes. It's now 6:45 and they boys will be here soon, you make your way to the kitchen and pour yourself a drink. Awaiting the boys arrival.

A knock at the door makes you rise to your feet as you begin to get nervous. You open the door to reveal them all in their costumes Bach as Dracula, Hill as a Cowboy, Chris as a Skeleton, Tv as a Zombie and George, tucked behind everyone finally revealed himself, Ghostface.

You stomach turns in knots as the boys look at you with shock "don't worry, I'll be back in my joggers and hoodie tomorrow" you laugh "you look incredible" Hill mentions as they all walk in, "thanks Artie" you smile. "Yeah y/n to say your rarely dress any different you do scrub up quite well" Chris chimes in. You try to focus your attention elsewhere but you can't help looking at George, Ghostface mask on, plain black t-shirt and black joggers. Seeing him in another light, you knew someone was going to end up as it but you didn't know George would be able to pull it off so effortlessly. You all sit down on your sofa and decide to play a game of truth or dare, setting down some shot glasses and vodka you begin. You spin a bottle to determine who will go first, it lands on George. "Truth or dare" Tv asks him, he responds "truth" you see his eyes peeking through the mask, his strong blue eyes glare towards you. "Who has the best costume in the room" Tv asks him once again, he takes a minute to pan round the room "y/n by far" he scoffs, your eyes widen "why me?" You look confused "can't go wrong with a slutty nurse can you?" He retorts, you could tell he was smirking underneath the mask, you felt flutters move into your stomach at his response. Was that just a joke?

You spin the bottle again, ignoring George's comment. It lands on you. "Truth or dare y/n?" Bach asks you, "dare" you reply in a smug tone, but also scared at what they are going to say "dare you to send a spicy text to someone in the room, we can't look though" you sigh as you pick up your phone from your side, nervous of who to text. You decide George, tempting fate of the fantasies you have in your head about the mask.

"how hot would it be if you fucked me in that mask?" You text him, locking your phone and smiling. The drinks have started to hit and your confidence skyrockets. George's phone buzzes as he pulls it from his pocket, everyone turns to look at him. Even though no expression could be made out behind the mask, he scans the text and looks up at you, locking his phone and putting it away, the game continues for another 30 minutes before you all run out of ideas. The boys decide to order pizza to share as you head to the bathroom to touch up your makeup. You sit on the toilet and dwell on the text you sent George, what if he thinks I'm weird? Or wondered why I chose him, you start to feel anxious, until 3 typing bubbles appear at the bottom of the text, you lock your phone instantly.

Clarkey: maybe we should test the theory?

You eyes broaden at the text, your jaw shoots open. He's not serious? You decide to shrug it off and walk back out to join the boys, hill, tv, Bach and Chris in full discussion as George is just perched against the kitchen side, you make your way over to the kitchen to grab a glass from the cupboard, stepping on your tiptoes to grab one you forget how short the outfit was, you feel a breeze caress your cheeks as you immediately realise and pull it down, hoping nobody had noticed, but someone did. George stood there his head cocked to the side as he looks at you. He looks back at the boys to see if they noticed, they didn't. He shuffles towards you "so, about earlier" he mentions, you look up at him as you pour your drink "oh yeah the dare, sorry I didn't know who else to text, you were at the top of my list" you smile avoiding the fact there was some truth in the message. "So you don't want to test the theory then?" He says cocking his head to the side again, your breath hitches. Your body melts as you think of the thought of your best friend fucking you in a Ghostface mask "i-erm, didn't really think you'd be interested, more of a joke" you retort back to him "I'm interested if you are" he says, pulling the mask off his face to reveal his concrete expression. He was serious. You didn't know how to react, you were interrupted by the sound of the pizza arriving, you shuffle over to answer the door as hill follows to grab the food.

Your nervous system shot to shit after that conversation you decide to get more drunk and down a few drinks in an instant. "Steady on, we'll have to phone a real nurse for you soon if you keep downing them like that" Chris chuckles as you catch George looking at you in the corner, thinking back to the past convo. The time hits 11pm and Bach,Chris and tv decide to call it a night, leaving you, George and hill. Arthur's eyes become heavy as he sits in the sofa falling asleep.

"Do you want to sleep here tonight Arthur on the sofa?" You ask as you take his drink from him so he didn't spill it "I already planned on it" he laughed as hit head hit the pillows", asleep in an instant, leaving you and George. "Guess that leaves just us then" George says slapping his hands onto his knees, your heart races.

"So what do you wanna do?" You ask "you know exactly what I wanna do" he says back looking straight at you with desire, your heart thumps hoping Arthur was actually asleep and didn't hear that "we can't Arthur's here and I don't wanna ruin our friendship" you say getting up off the sofa. "Once he's out he's out and it won't ruin anything, we're only testing how hot yoir theory would be" he says smirking. Suddenly the alcohol sends you into over drive as you walk to your bedroom, ignoring whether George just said. You turn your bedroom lights to red and tie your hair into a messy ponytail. George still sat in the living room you decide to text him.

Y/n: "coming to test the theory or not?👀" you send him and with no time to waste he waltzes into your room, mask in clutch. He scans your body as he takes in every inch of the perfectly fitted outfit "your body is fucking amazing y/n" he says grabbing you by the waist, a soft groan seeps out at the strong grip. "It's yours to ruin" you reply back to him, snaking your hands around his neck, you lock your lips into his as the kiss becomes deep and fiery in an instant, like you've craved eachothers touch for a while, George's snakes his hands down to the seam of your outfit, lifting it a little to grab a hold of your ass, pinching it slightly. Your mouth opens ever so slightly at his touch. "Do you wanna take this slow" he asks pulling away, unsure of how much sexual encounters you have had, "no, fuck me like you mean it, no sugar coating" you look at him, his lips curl. With that he lifts you up and plants you down on the bed, sliding him self in between your legs, he picks the mask up from the floor and places it back on.

He trails his hands slowly up your thigh, hooking his fingertips into the g-string you were wearing, sending shivers down your body, he yanks the string snapping it in half instantly, a gasp leaves your mouth as he peels away the string that's left, revealing your uncovered pussy, "fuck, you're wet for me already" he says adjusting your legs as he pulls his shorts down, revealing the hardness of his cock through his boxers, you bite your lip "spit in my hand y/n" you look up at him, lifting yourself up slightly forming a ball of spit, you do exactly as you're told and spit into his hand "good girl" he retorts, using the spit and massaging his cock with it, building up the tension for what's about to come. He grips your waist pulling you down to his level as you lift your hips up. "You ready baby girl?" He asks, voice husky behind the mask. "Mmhmm" you reply nodding and with that he thrusts into you, jolting your head back in shock "oh fuck!" You moan as George continues to thrust into you, a hard force behind them like he's urging to release some stress, not holding back his grip tightens on your thighs as he removes one to cuff around your neck, tight enough to leave marks but not to hurt "moan my name baby" he says, your breath hitching at the raspiness of his voice, you have no control over your body at this point and give in to George's domination "oh fuck George, faster" you plea, he takes your words seriously and picks up the pace, your mind going into overdrive from the pleasure.

George releases his hand from your neck and places a thumb on the top of your entrance, circling in figure 8 motions as he pounds into you, your body not knowing where to focus on the endorphins rush to your head and you completely loose control. "Oh fuck George I'm so close" you groan as you grip the sheets, looking up at him fucking you senseless in a Ghostface mask drive you insane to levels you've never felt before. You feel yourself tightening around his length as you feel the pulsations from his cock inside you, not slowing down George continues to play as he thrusts a few more times "holy-oh fuck!" You reach your climax as your mind explodes, George doesn't stop though, your legs begin to shake at the ache and the pleasure your're feeling, George then starts to slow down as he reaches his climax him self "fuck" he grunts, pulling out as he strokes his length, letting warm shots of cum cover your body, his head jolts as he lets out a big sigh. You both sit for a minute and pant, before George goes to get a towel for you from your bathroom and cleans you up,he slips the mask off his face revealing the sweat on his forehead.

"That was amazing, I'm glad we did that" he says looking at you with different vibes in his eyes. "Me too, I'm glad we tested the theory, it was definitely as hot as I imagined" you say back to him.

-

🫶🏻

[homeagainrose]

Happy Halloween!

How about some lovely fic centered around The Acolyte, but mix in Dracula? I mean the vampire was already there if you go looking.

Osha has always dreamed of more beyond her life on Brendok. She does as expected as one of the heirs of the coven, but it doesn't feel like enough. She won't join the Jedi after learning what they do to people like her coven but the man who crash lands during a fluke storm? There is something about him she can't explain, she is simply drawn in. A Dracula adaptions inspired Oshamir fic. Happy Halloween.

Mind the tags. The rating hasn't hit yet but it will.

May your pumpkin pie be yummy tonight!

Cheers!

[doppelgangerleaverite]

tag game tag game i love tag game!!! <33 @psybrepunk

Rules: Tag 10 people you want to get to know better!

Last song: Wildflower and Barley by hozier

Last movie: i saw Nosferatu two days ago!

Last TV show: im so bad about watching tv these days, but ive been trying to finish season two of Arcane

Last book (yes I added this one): I just finished rereading Authority by jeff vandermeer, just started Acceptance by vandermeer, and im in the middle of The Name of the Rose by umberto eco

Sweet/savory/spicy: spicy all the way

Relationship status: single and pining after someone entirely inappropriate skdgsdlkfj

Last thing I googled: Frank Zappa (wanted to see pics of him after i saw an interview where he called himself ugly and i was like erm you're extremely hot what do you mean. and i had to look at pictures. and he is hot)

Looking forward to: tonight im going to trivia with my friends and we havent been in awhile so that will be fun :)

Current obsession: possibly entering into another vampire phase brought on by nosferatu. i ordered a copy of dracula to reread

@beingtransrocksactually @amanitavirosalt @shampoovevo @egoborderline

[starboy-at-the-disco]

⭐️the kid was alright but it went to his head⭐️

Hello there!! my name is Tyler or Ryan, welcome to my blog :]

here are some fun facts about me 

⭐️15 years of age

⭐️rpf writer extraordinaire

⭐️pronouns are he/him  

⭐️I am part of a system 

⭐️i have autism and my main special interest is Panic! At the disco 

⭐️boy kisser 

⭐️ryllon shipper 4evar 

⭐️the only person on the internet who understands subject A 

⭐ask me about wentzross

⭐i have a million AUs and i will yap about them unprompted

⭐sometimes i make uQuizzes

media i like

things that are in italics are things i participate in the fandom for, things that are pink are things that elicit an autistic response in me

Bands: panic! At the disco, twenty one pilots, IDKHOW, my chemical romance, fall out boy, shauna dean cokeland, the taxpayers, june henry, the young veins, alec benjamin, kimya dawson, taylor swift, ezra furman, pigeon pit, the brobecks, z berg, the like, brand new, the academy is.., the front bottoms, waterparks, olivia rodrigo, will wood

Books: fight club, gray, the catcher in the rye, the outsiders, dracula, the true lives of the fabulous killjoys: california and national anthem, the heart rate of a mouse, where are your boys tonight 

Movies: dracula (1931), renfield, the youngblood chronicles, tøp live stream experience, the vast of night, new mutants, every captain america movie, fight club, count dracula (1977), the passenger, i saw the tv glow, the descendants movies 

Tv shows: doctor who, hannibal, good omens, dead boy detectives, would i lie to you, taskmaster, d20, game changer, jet lag, dirty laundry, riverdale, steven universe, stranger things

Youtubers: dan and phil, drew gooden, danny gonzalez, drawfee, uncarly, jarvis johnson, charlie barley, jenny nicholson, willie muse 

Podcasts: girl historians, welcome to nightvale, the magnus archives, midlife vices

toy lines: lalaloopsy, monster high, ever after high, winx club, novi stars, equestria girls and mlp in general, littlest pet shop, stuffed animals in all forms, calico critters

Major Kin types 

🌵Coyote 

🌵Angel

🌵Alien

🌵Black house cat 

🌵Golden retriever 

🌵Star 

🌵Domesticated rabbit 

🌵Border collie 

other blogs specific to system members

@placebo-boy (A's blog)

@strange-and-sycophantic (dally's blog)

Other information

⭐matching pfps with @whoa-where-did-the-pancakes-go

⭐dm for my ao3/discord/pinterest :3 

⭐i love making friends ^_^ 

[tsukiyo-7]

"nine people i'd like to get to know better"

Tagged by @spntrunk

Honestly this is exactly the kind of thing I did on twitter when bored ahahah I'm afraid my interactions on this website can be counted on one hand or less but anyways

Last Song: Dear Goth - Cassyette

Favorite Color: Cobalt blue

Last Movie/TV Show: last movie, Perfect Days directed by Wim Wenders / last tv show, Supernatural - 13 x 05.

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: Savory

Relationship Status: in a monogamous relationship

Last Thing I Googled: William Faulkner

Current Obsession: I think my blog speaks for itself rn but anyways Supernatural in general and honestly wincest in particular

Last Book: finished, Dracula by Bram Stoker (in english) / recently started Tiān Guān Cì Fú (Heaven Official's Blessing) by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu, under my friend very persistent insistence e.e

Looking Forward To: my cinema club tonight, finishing the exams for this session, the start of the next semester meaning new classes and seeing my friends every day again; maybe graduating by this time next year 😂

@pranzill @futuristicenthusiastlight @digitalmeowmix @howi-dearlywish-iwasnot-here @marshallthehuman - guys, you're the ones I've talked the most/I'm actually friends with so I'm fairly confident I'm not bothering you here but feel free to ignore it 😁

[catofthenine]

(x)

Hey Ghouls!

Tonight, I'd like to cover The Vampira Show! This was a late night "horror movie" show hosted by Vampira; a character created by and played by Maila Nurmi. Stated as the "Original Glamour Ghoul" by IMDB, I think Vampira will be a good beginning to a potential gothic pop-culture analysis and history series!

In the future I want to talk about many pieces of media and important people withing gothic history, such as but not limited to Dracula and Bela Lugosi, The Elvira Show and Elvira/Cassandra Peterson, The Addams Family and cast, and many more!

The Vampira Show aired exclusively in Los Angeles on KABC-TV from 1954-1955, and the episodes are considered pieces of lost media. I was able to get a hold of clips of Vampira on Vimeo, and I totally recommend checking those out if you can!

Each episode featured what I can only assume to be low-brow horror movies, which were introduced by Vampira. 50 episodes in total were aired on The Vampira Show.

The Vampira character, was a slender, sexy vampyress, with and iconic gothic style; black hair, tight dress, the works. Nurmi achieved her exaggerated figure by using a tight corset underneath her dress, which gave her a near-death look. The character had the classic 1950s charm, fitting for the time period, but took on a spooky, horror-loving personality.

Vampira also was featured alongside Bela Lugosi in Plan 9 From Outer Space (1957) and made a reappearance alongside Lugosi again in an episode of The Red Skeleton Show, in an episode called Dial 'B' for Brush (1958), where she played "Professor Lugosi's Sister".

Both of these are available on Amazon Video for like 99 cents, or on Freevee for, well free.

IMDB has the trailer for Plan 9 From Outerspace, and I urge anyone interested to check it out! I haven't seen it yet, but I hope to soon!

Vampira is an iconic piece of goth history, and is the predecessor to the beloved Elvira, played by Cassandra Peterson. Nurmi attempted to sue KABC for piracy over the new character host:

" 'There is no Elvira. There’s only a pirated Vampira,' she said. 'Cassandra Peterson slavishly copied my product and made a fortune. America has been duped.' " (Adelman).

Whether you agree with this accusation or not, it doesn't demote Vampira from being a huge influence for future gothic media.

"The First Goth"

Song Recommendation: Vampira's Curse by the Guitaraculas

Thanks for reading!!

-Cat

(Catofthenine)

[b4mpyre-k1zz3s]

For the sake of being in the Halloween spirit, and also inspiration from your name-

Vampire!Bam x gn reader where Bam and reader are already together, and reader thinks it’s funny to make Bam dress up as Dracula for a Halloween party. 🤭 I could literally come up with more Bampire scenarios lmaoo I just feel like younger skater boy vamp Bam would be so cute 😭

Bite Me!

Bam agrees to go along with Y/N’s costume idea- on one particular condition.

Bam Margera X Gn!Reader

(Fluff)

2.7k Words

Warnings: Suggestive content, alcohol, drug mention, biting, hickies,

An: Aaa happy early Halloween!! I’m not sure if you can tell from how I write this but I don’t go to too many Halloween parties XD I really liked writing for Bam early on in his Jackass career in this one, but yet again I like writing for Bam in general. I’ve never been super into the whole vampire romance type thing but I think writing this changed my mind! ;)

“Come on, Bam! One couple’s costume isn’t gonna kill you.” Rolling your eyes at the sound of your boyfriend groaning, you smeared on white face paint in the bathroom mirror, the sink below you crowded with containers of various products. “Its fuckin’ stupid! I mean,” He reluctantly peeled himself off of his spot on your bed, walking to the bathroom to squint over your shoulder at your reflection, “A ‘Bampire’? Really?”

You turned to him, your faces so close you swore you got makeup on him, “Yes. It was either that or Lamb Margera, and I didn’t feel like being Little Bo Peep. So there.” Not to mention, you thought he’d look adorable in the whole cape and puffy shirt getup. Planting a peck on his cheek, you went back to your makeup before you felt his hands snake around your waist as Bam leaned in towards you, mumbling against your neck, “Fine…but on one condition.” God, it was so easy to get to him. You nearly giggled as he continued, his teeth grazing your skin, “I get’t bite you tonight.” Oh, there was no way you could say no to that. “Alright…” You feigned annoyance, “Just not too hard?”

A Halloween party the two of you went to would be a good way for you to meet some of your boyfriend's new friends, you thought, gazing out the window as you drove along dim streets. As of one month prior he was a tv star, which you still hadn’t gotten over yet, but all you knew about what he did was the new and progressively grosser injuries he came home with. When you imagined his co-stars, you pictured a room full of cool extreme dudes that wear lots of baggy jeans and listen to edgy music.

So when you opened the door, you were kinda surprised. “Hey, sexy!” A man who could have been the real life Tarzan clad in the tightest patent leather playboy bunny costume, complete with satin bunny ears and black high heels, grinned at your boyfriend, leaning against the doorframe. Woah. You couldn’t deny, this guy pulled it off. Turning to lead you in, he shook his genuinely impressive ass a little, showing off the fluffy white tail he had on, “Bam has been telling us all about you!” Your boyfriend played it off like it was nothing but you nodded, trying not to make it obvious what you were staring at as you filtered through the crowd towards the kitchen. He chuckled this charming stoner laugh, leaning against a countertop cluttered with half empty liquor bottles, “I'm Chris, by the way.” You smiled when he shivered a little as his skin felt cold marble, giggling.

Talking over the loud music, you chatted with him and Bam for a while about the show and how well everything was going with the show- they might even be getting renewed another season in a few months! Oh, you were so excited to hear you leaned over and planted one on your boyfriend’s cheek. He rolled his eyes childishly, keeping up his tough guy exterior as you giggled. Suddenly, with your arms wrapped around his shoulders, something caught your attention from the corner of your eye- a rainbow blur followed by a fireball from the far side of the marble counter that lit up the dim, crowded room in a hot orange glow before, just as quickly, flickering out. You could hear Bam, and everyone else at the party, cheering for the guy in the multicolored clown costume as he landed with exaggerated bravado. One the applause died down, he made his way over to you and Bam, grabbing a couple beers from the fridge. Your boyfriend grinned, taking one from him, “That wath, like- theriously gnarly dude.” As much as he tried to downplay the lisp, you really found it kind of cute, but he’d kill you if you said that in front of his buddies. Bam threw his arm around you, “Thith ith Y/N. ” His huge pupils almost looked like a part of his clown makeup as he fist bumped you, speaking with a voice that sounded like he gargled tacks, “Hey, dude! Wanna beer?” Before you could answer, one was already in your hands, but it’s not like you would deny a beer from a clown. Bam chuckled as the clown left as soon as he arrived, “And that wath Theve…”

The party buzzed hotly around you, just so many people doing so many substances- a hotbed of sweaty activity. Not really listening to whatever you were saying to him at this point, Bam glanced over your shoulder, eyes widening as he gestured to someone just out of your line of sight to come over. A few moments later, you felt a broad shoulder brush against your arm and you turned. God, he looked straight out of one of those old westerns, especially with the way he tipped that black cowboy hat as he smirked, leaning down to you and drawling sweetly, “Howdy.” God, why does your boyfriend have so many hot friends? You chuckled as Bam took to introducing him, “Thith ith Johnny, n’heth probably the cooleth dude here bethideth mythelf.” Johnny chuckled, cracking a crooked smile, “Aww, you flatter me.” Thinking of something, he turned to look towards the living room, “Hey, me’n the fellas are settin’ up ‘Pin The Dick On The Jackass’ over there. Wanna join?”

That’s how you ended up holding a brass tack with a giant red construction paper penis dangling from your hand. You nervously stared at the bubble butt in front of you, not wanting to stick Chris and probably give him tetanus. “C’mon, c’mon- just do it!” He giggled, looking back at you with an unexpected level of giddiness. The people around you laughed and cheered as you squeezed your eyes shut, your hands shaky as you slowly moved them closer, until…

You felt Chris jump, his little bunny tail bobbing as he patted his chest, giggling, “Ooh!!” The room went wild at the sight of the paper dick swinging as he bounced on his toes as he chuckled, still managing to smile despite the tack in his ass, “Usually that feels pretty good, but that stung a little! Somebody get me a beer!” You couldn’t help yourself but to smile a little- these guys know how to have a good time.

“Really? A couple’s costume? Cute.” Ryan stood with his arms folded, leaning against one wall on the sidelines of the action. Bam rolled his eyes, “Oh yeah? N’whatre you thuppothed to be? Evel Kinevil?” Propping his helmet up on his hip, Ryan turned to him, grinning, “First off, I’m a motocross dude. Second of all,” He pointed to you in the center of the circle of people, “Y/N’s hand’s gettin’ pretty damn close to asses that aren’t yours. ‘You gonna do anything about that?” Ryan knew to play on Bam’s jealous streak concerning you, bored and wanting to see something happen.

Johnny gazed into the water of the big tin bucket, “Jesus…if you’re that bad with your mouth, I’d worry for Y/N…” Yanking his head up, water dripped down Bam’s forehead as he shot a glare at the cowboy, “Yeah, tho I’m gettin’ the damn apple!” It had been five minutes. Dunn chuckled, his teasing from earlier seeming to have done its job in making the party more interesting. You found it kind of cute to watch him frantically searching around for an apple, the fangs stuck to his teeth in no way helping him bite one. After what felt like forever, he whipped his head up, water spraying everywhere as he emerged victorious with the crisp apple wedged firmly in his teeth. “Alright dude!” Steve came up all smiles, patting him on the back with a gloved hand, leaning in, “By the way, I totally pissed in that water.”

“Are- are you theriouth?” Bam received a nod. Laughing, Steve got punched in the arm by your reasonably pissed off boyfriend (no pun intended), leading you to imagine this sort of thing was pretty routine for them. Gross. You could only wonder what other bodily fluids have been on him. As he stormed off to the bathroom, you felt a familiar hand grasp yours, leading you away from the hot crowd. Oh. Oh? Ducking down a dark hallway, you trailed behind Bam, not even thinking about how wet his hand was as the liquid dripped down your fingers.

Closing the door behind you, it was like you had just stepped into your own little world away from the chaos of the party. Music thumped through the walls softly, making your whole body vibrate as you leaned against the wall. You watched your boyfriend rinse his hair off in the sink under half burnt out vanity lights. Bam ran a hand through his soaked, dark curls, now half plastered to his forehead as he looked at you from the porcelain with those piercing blue eyes.

“Tho…” He stood up and took a step closer to you, his hands finding their place on your waist. Your noses nearly touched as he leaned in close to you, his breath warm on your skin as he raised an eyebrow, whispering against your ear with a fanged grin, “How ‘bout that bite now?” Heat rose from your toes all the way up to your cheeks as you blushed, flustered. He turned his head to the side, spitting the fangs out in the sink before dipping his head and closing in on your neck. You held your breath, but he seemed to hesitate for a second, watching your tense reaction with a smirk. He was playing with his food. Finally, after what felt like forever, you felt his teeth sink into your flesh.

You let out a whimper, not even noticing when the unlocked door to your side creaked open. Hell, you didn’t even pick up on it once the snickers started pouring in, too consumed by the purple, throbbing hickey Bam was presently biting into your neck. It took Chris leaning in, asking, “Hey, can I get one next?” To shake you out or your trance, whipping your head around at the crowd as they childishly giggled and gaged in mock disgust. Your face somehow turned redder than before, but Bam didn’t seem to be bothered in the slightest, chuckling, “How much’a that did you guys catch?” Johnny grinned, leaning against the door jamb, “Just enough.”

[trashbag-baby666]

Sweet Treat O’Clock-Buck/Bucky

Summary: Based off this headcanon by yours truly. I wrote two versions of this because I couldn’t decide which was better!!! Enjoy!!!

WC: 1,300

C/W: Hints at NSFW but if you squint at one part.

MOTA Masterlist!

Version One:

Buck was supposed to be reading his book right now, school started in three days and he hadn’t even bothered picking up his summer reading book. He had spent his summer being stupid in love with John and now the actions were facing their consequences.

“Oh, hey handsome.” John's attention from Fortnite getting pulled out right from under his feet. Gale came out of the bathroom in his flannel pajama pants shirtless, but to top John's sundae off, he had his glasses on. Lord the things those tortoise shell colored, square glasses did to him.

“I’d love to give you a blowjob but I need to read this stupid book.” Gale sat down on his side of the bed, delivering a kiss to John's cheek.

“Fuck that book, that books cock blocking me.” John flipped off the cover of Gale's book.

“Yeah, fuck this book.” Gale stared down at the cover of Jane Eyre, he did not want to read this book, “Croz and Rosie already finished it. Croz loved it, but well we both know why Croz liked it.”

Croz always seemed to find a niche in liking most of the classic books they had to read for class that no one else liked. Frankenstein, Dracula, The Catcher and The Rye. worst of them all…A Farewell to Arms by Hernest Hemmingway. He always could read them in a somewhat more complex way of understanding the story and the characters.

“Do you want me to go downstairs?”

“No it's okay, you weren’t playing on call right?”

“No Croz is at his Grandma's house,” John set the controller down and looked at Gale, “God you’re so beautiful, I’m so jealous of Jane Eyre.”

“You’re so cute,” Gale snickered, giving him another kiss on the cheek, “Okay now for real I gotta read this book.”

Gale could feel his eyes completely glazed over and he certainly had not been actually paying attention through the last few chapters he had been reading. “I hate this stupid book.” Gale let it collapse onto his chest. He wasn’t even half way in and he wanted to throw this book across the room. Spark notes seemed very tempting but he had heard the stories of the 12th grade lit teacher and how she knew if you read the book or not.

“Can we go get a little treat?” John tapped his finger tips together like a supervillain about to steal the moon.

Gale tipped his head back against the pillow letting out a huff. He needed to read this book but he needed to take a break at the same time. He knew he wasn’t going to win the sweet treat fight with John and that man would be getting his fix tonight.

“Where do you wanna go?”

“Walmart…I get a discount and I’m really craving cupcakes.” John rolled onto his side wrapping his hand around Gales bicep, “Please babe!”

“Fine, but when we get back I need to read that damn book. No distractions mister.” Gale held out his finger like he was scolding him.

“No distractions I promise…I just need a cupcake or two?”

“We can get a pack because if the girls find out we had cupcakes without them again. There will be mutilated Barbie’s that are supposed to be us in our future.”

Version Two:

John was sprawled out on the couch, Gale laying between his legs. It was winter break and the two were laid up at home, because John had done quite a sprain to his ankle. He had been stressed out and insisted he needed to go for a run to clear his head. Gale kept telling him that he shouldn’t because it was still icey. But you know, John, stubborn as a mule.

So, Gale was not surprised when John called him to come pick him up. Because he slipped on ice and now his ankle is swollen and throbbing.

Now here they were stuck home while his parents and sisters were at the Lake House having fun.

“Buck?”

“Buck?” John nudged his side.

“Hm?” Gale's eyes were fixated on the TV as they watched the season two Superstore finally, they’d been binging the show all day long and Gale was invested.

“I want a sweet little treat.”

“We probably have something here?”

“No, I want Little Debies and ice cream so bad. They may heal my ankle, so I think we should go to the store and try it?” John rested his head on Gales shoulder.

“What's in it for me, John?” Gale smirked, tilting his head back to look at him.

John let out a sigh, “I’ll buy you a little treat? Well you’ve been such a good nurse for me you deserve it. Well what do you want the bribe to be then?”

“Hmmm,” Gale tapped his chin dramatically looking off to the side for a moment.

“Spit it out,” John whined tapping his side again.

“After you're healed, next time our bathroom needs to be cleaned it's your turn to clean it. Maybe a box of Nutter Butters if you’re feeling generous?” Gale kissed his cheek.

“Deal.”

“You better not fall again though, I swear if you end up stress fracturing your ankle you’re not going to be playing baseball in spring.” Gale got up off the couch and helped John up, handing him his crutches. It was like trying to watch a baby giraffe walk every time Gale looked over at him, “Are you gonna hobble around Walmart?”

“No, I'll get one of those scooters.”

Gale pulled his lips into a small smirk shaking his head, “Let’s go get our sweet treats.”

“Watch out,” John swung the scooter towards Gale as they went down the freezer aisle.

“I’m gonna pull you over,” Gale shoved John’s shoulder gently, “At least I don’t have to carry the basket.”

“See the scooter is a plus, you don’t have to carry a basket and I won’t accidentally run your heels over with a cart.” John stopped in front of the ice cream.

“Well there’s still time for you to run over my heels with that. What ice cream do you want?”

“Rocky road mother fucker.” John waved his hands in the air making a siren sound obnoxiously.

“Damn band kids,” Gale said, setting the ice cream in the basket on the scooter, then reaching back into the freezer for his Ben & Jerry’s.

“You got me there, but you’re calling Rosie out too then.” Gale started the scooter down to the next aisle.

“Well Rosie is more of one of the annoying theater kids than an annoying band kid.” Gale defended his answer. Instead of playing Tequila in the hallway after pep band and playing the among us imposter sound. Rosie would randomly start humming or singing show tunes and dancing. He especially really liked Heathers right now and if they had to hear Rosie sing Meant To Be Yours one more time they all might go nuts.

“Do you think I’m a better singer than him?” John snickered, turning down the next aisle for their Little Debbies.

“I feel as if I shouldn’t answer this question? Let me just say there's a reason they casted him as Danny in Grease.” Gale shrugged glancing over at John, “Although I do think you put on the best performance ever as Sebastian in the Little Mermaid, though.”

“That was pretty good wasn’t it?” John let a shit eating grin grow on his face. John had looked so good in that red suit that was his costume.

“You’re a star John, you’re a star.”

“Please I’m a star! I’m a star!” John did his best Mia Goth impression, “Get me an Oscar for that one.”

“Why don’t we get our sweet treats first? Then we can conquer the Oscars.”

[thenightling]

So I was listening to some of "Jim's" ASMR videos tonight to help me sleep. First I listened to his two Loki videos (He needs to do more as Loki, and Count Dracula for that matter). And then I started to listen to an old favorite. His Sandman ASMR video from years before there was Netflix TV series. It's eerie how much he sounds like Tom Sturridge even though this was years before Tom Sturridge was cast to play Morpheus. It kind of reminds me of when I dreamt there was a Sandman animated special where David Tennant provided a voice. (I had that dream and posted about it years before there was a Sandman Netflix series and also long before the bonus episode, Dream of a thousand Cats, where David Tennant did provide a voice. Anyway, as I thought about how eerie it is that Jim's Sandman ASMR video is is pretty accurate to a show that didn't exist yet, it dawned on me that Tom Sturridge's voice when playing Morpheus is like he's attempting making an ASMR.

And it kind of works.

For those who don't know what an ASMR video is. It's a video that uses certain audio tricks and triggers, from clicking sounds, or whispers and these can induce a tingling in the scalp, which many people find relaxing and helps induce sleep. How fitting that Morpheus sounds like an ASMR! Though, I confess I actually think James McAvoy's portrayal in The Sandman audio drama is my favorite voice for Morpheus.

[nerdgal27]

It is here finally. Bare with me I am in the middle of uploading every chapter on to AO3. Descreption is written on the first chapter please read before conitinuing on. This is darkest and hardest book I've written as of yet.

This book contains: Violence, Gore, Blood, Demons, and Sexual harasment subjects.

As a teaser I will upload the first Chapter here. If you'd like to read more check it out on AO3.

Chapter 1

The blood moon shines a bright red glow in the starless sky. Its original siren white light, long gone and forgotten. Cool gentle breezes whisper through the autumn leaves, carrying its dry decay smell of a dense pine and oak forest. Alive with customary nocturnal animals scurrying and flying about. 

Down by a gurgling stream. Frost and dry grass crunches and chills Leonardo’s knees. His dark reflection stares back at him. His form ripples in the murky water stares back at him. Under dark shadows of Leo’s black hat and black wool coat. His cheeks burn in the chill. In the ruby glow of the blood moon above him, his deep blue eyes chill cold and emotionless. Leo’s never noticed how much his own shade of sapphire eyes have changed. A dull gray hue now fades into the black water. Unsettling solemn. Both in each of his hands, his Katana swords. The blades dripping crimson red. They’ve had their fill of blood for tonight. Not a reaction made, Leo dips his swords into the black stream’s. Fast current trickles and drags the blood down its winding path. Painting the water in red streaks.

Leo’s muscles twinge. His eyelids have never felt so heavy. Every tendon in the blue masked turtle’s shoulders screams for hibernation. How many sleepless nights has it been for him? A question Leonardo will never have the answer to. The last streams of blood slither from his blades. Leave them in their original silver gleam in the water. Leo slides them back into their black sheathes on his shell. The blue clad turtle turns to tonight's income next to him in the tall grass. Only two yellow demon’s fangs and two black claws that attacked him tonight. Who knows how much they’re worth. Leo let out a soundless sigh. His knees creak as he goes up to take the teeth.

Through the blood moon glow in between the trees, a ray of dawn breaks in the low horizon, his pathway found. The hope of dawn crawls from underneath the hills in the distance. Leo begins his journey. Dry dead leaves make barely a sound with each careful step. An icy, stiff wind shivers through the dead leaves. The many things nice about wearing a wool trench coat and hat. All of his senses magnify to the dead silence of the night. A habit grown from experience of monsters lurking in the dark. In the background Leo’s hearing peeled, he can hear the whisper sticks rattling far in the distance. He’d wish they were wooden sticks. A past journey told him the sounds are impaled skeletons. Attached to long sticks out in the open a few yards behind Leo in a meadow in the soft breeze. A warning area of Dracula’s wrath. A place that only Leo has found. There’s no way he’s bringing his family to see such a thing. 

Down the crooked pathway through the thicket. Leonardo hurries the pace to a wide fork in the road. Each deep calming breath Leo makes puffs of slow fog from the cold. By instinct he heads neither and goes to the grass flattened path just outside of the fork. 

It’s been almost a lifetime since Leo and his brothers have appeared in this horrible world. In a world known as Wallacia. Every night its constant hordes of demons fly by for the nearest town. Sworn to kill everything in sight in spite of given orders. 

Gentle wave of wind sways Leonardo’s blue mask tail in the red glow. Hear faint skeleton bones rattle in the soft wind in the distance. Startle's sudden realization skips Leo’s heartbeat. The young turtle checks his wool pockets. His heart skips again. One salt vial left the only thing helping him and his brothers kill these bastards. However, each swipe made by his blades or any of his brother’s weapons. Requires reloading on salt to harm the demons. This is barely enough to load one blade, thank goodness dawn is creeping higher. He can see the warm light cracking in between the trees as it eases the red glow of the moon away into a soft pink. That also means he has to hurry before any human sees him. 

The icy breeze picks up the faint scent of smoke in the distance ahead in the thick forestry. Not too far now. Leo’s sore muscles scream in delight at the familiar scent of the campfire. He just hopes his younger sister is okay, she’s too young to go through this.

In Between trees and brambles, a tiny orange light catches Leo’s vivid blue eyes. He and his heart breathe out a sigh at the sight of Donatello’s wide brim fedora hat peaking above the thick burr bushes. Even more so that nothing has followed him tonight. Through the narrow bramble entrance, there they are. In a wide hollow of a cavern. Around the dancing campfire his brothers, Raph and Mikey, both curled up next to the warm fire asleep. All except for Donnie. The tall turtle sitting next to the fire with his shell leaned against the cave wall. Leo notices his purple masked brother’s heavy brown eyes. As well as his brown wool trench coat all bundled up on Donnie’s chest.

Leo’s light step crackles a leaf. Donnie’s sharp brown eyes narrow into near black slits to the sound. Steals away the brainiac’s curious gaze for a second. His gaze freezes Leo to raise his hand.

 Leo’s voice rasps. “Hey.”

The tall purple masked turtle’s eyes soften into a weak smile. His rasp matches Leo’s,

“Hey Leo, back already?”

Leo scuffs his foot in the cool grass. “Yeah.” 

A few feet away from his brothers. In full view, ice freezes in Leo’s throat, staring at the bundle on Don’s chest, In his lanky arms and in the trench coat is their little sister. All gathered and bundled up in a tight bawl in Donnies lap. Messy brown hair from the little girl’s head peeks out from the trench coat’s collar. Take a few steps closer to Donnie. Leo can see his sister’s hand squeezing Donnie’s plastron. Hear her deep breathing of sleep from three feet away. 

“Another rough night?” Leo asks, nods the brim of his hat to his sister. 

It doesn’t take much for the brainiac turtle to understand. Donnie's eyes sink to their sister, sound asleep. Her little body stirs against his chest. Donnie’s long arms tighten around her and his hand rubs her shoulders. 

“Yeah,” Donnie murmurs. His hand’s slow circles on her shoulder eases her, “worse than last night.”

Leo plops down next to Donnie by the fire and leans his shell against the cave wall. Shoulder to shoulder with his younger brother. Leonardo’s muscles become mush underneath him. The blue masked turtle answers in a yawn. He watches little sister twitch in Donnie’s arm. A small little gasp or yip from her in deep sleep. Even at 7 years old all gathered in Donnie’s arms like this. Her little hand clinging onto the edge of Donnie’s plastron, who didn’t seem to mind. She looks so much younger. So sweet in sleep. Leo’s green fingers find their way, brushing back the wool collar of the coat. Her sweet face, rosy cheek from the cold pressed against her smart brother’s warm plastron. Leo’s heart glows, forgetting the hunt that happened earlier from his little sister’s face. Though, the dried tears on her face show evidence of the nightmare she had an hour ago. 

Leo’s heart pulses in his throat. The little girl’s tiny yelp and her fingers clutch Donnie’s plastron. The strain in the blue terrapin’s muscles disappears. 

His fingers tuck her hair behind her ear. “Which one was it tonight? Last week’s slaughter?”

The fire crackles. Donnie shifts his long legs underneath his sleeping sister. The joints pop tells Leo the brainiac has been sitting with his sister for quite a while. Leo slips his hand away from her hair. Don brings his knees up closer, scooting his sister into a tighter ball. The brown wool collar drew back over the girl’s shoulder. Donatello’s hand covers her exposed ear.

Donnie’s worn out gaze to Leo for a second. He murmurs. “The night he started all of this.” 

Their little sister twitches and yipes in her sleep. Leo’s mind sighs. He should have known. She and Mikey had similar nightmares for a week now. How her voice shrinks small mumbles for her brothers.

Leo looks over at Mikey curled form covered in a deep blue wool coat across the firepit. He can hear the orange masked turtle snore from here. Leonardo asks Don, “Did Mikey have the nightmare?”

Donnie shakes his head before he leans against the cavern wall. His warm hand rubs slow circles on her shoulder again. He rests his cheek delicate on her head, hushing her in soft whispers. How can any of them forget, how will they forget if they ever get out of this hell? That night when they first arrive at this place and all of this started by the murder of Vlad Dracula’s wife. Leo doesn’t need to blink his eyes to remember the horrors to burn his mind.

[butternuggets-blog]

DRACULA: A Modern Adaptation

My script for a modern tv adaptation of Dracula, based on the novel by Bram Stoker Also on AO3

EPISODE TWO

201     EXT. CASTLE DRACULA

There is a figure standing inside the now-open door, far enough back that Jonathan has room to enter. It is DRACULA, holding an antique silver lamp, standing stock still like the world’s most awkward dinner date.

DRACULA

[in English] Welcome to my house! Enter freely and of your own will!

That was a strange turn of phrase. Perhaps something was lost in translation. Dracula’s English is heavily accented and practised but slow, each word carefully chosen. He is new to the language. He looks like a tall, old man with white hair.

Jonathan steps across the threshold. His fate is sealed.

Dracula, smiling, darts forward and shakes Jonathan’s hand. Jonathan winces; his grip is too strong, too tight, and the flesh deathly cold.

JONATHAN

Count Dracula?

Dracula nods.

DRACULA

I am Dracula. Come in; the nights are cold in the mountains and you must be starved.

JONATHAN

I am quite hungry, yes, but if it’s too much trouble-

DRACULA

No trouble at all!

202     TRACKING SHOT - INT. CASTLE DRACULA – DINING ROOM

Dracula leads Jonathan “along the passage…up the staircase…and along another passage” to the dining room [possibly a drawing room, judging by the description in the novel] set with plates for dinner but no food. Dracula opens a side door and shows Jonathan the guest bedroom and ensuite bathroom.

203     INT. CASTLE DRACULA – GUEST BEDROOM

DRACULA

Please, wash your hands and refresh yourself, and I will summon the servants to come and lay out dinner.

Dracula leaves.

204     INT. CASTLE DRACULA – GUEST BEDROOM ENSUITE

Jonathan washes his hands, noticing that the bathroom has no mirror.

JONATHAN

That’s odd.

205     INT. CASTLE DRACULA – DINING ROOM

Jonathan leaves the bathroom and returns to the dining room where Dracula is waiting. He is pleasantly surprised to see that the table is laden with a feast: “..roast chicken…some cheese and a salad…and a bottle of old Tokay, of which [Jonathan has] two glasses”. He sits down and begins to eat.

JONATHAN

My compliments to the chef.

DRACULA

I will pass it along.

Dracula is sitting opposite Jonathan, at the head of the table. He is not eating.

JONATHAN

[gesturing] You won’t…

DRACULA

No, thank you. I have dined already tonight, and I do not sup.

He speaks fluent English with an intonation from another time.

JONATHAN

Oh, before I forget-

Jonathan pulls out an envelope and hands it to Dracula. He opens it and retrieves the letter inside, unfolding it.

Dracula tuts, sympathetically.

DRACULA

Gout; a painful condition indeed. Mr Hawkins has great faith in you!

JONATHAN

I should hope so; he helped train me!

DRACULA

Oh?

JONATHAN

While I was still doing my solicitor training in Exeter he let me sort papers and answer phones in his office. And now I work for him! It’s all come together quite brilliantly, really.

DRACULA

And led you here to me! Tell me, how are you finding our little part of the world?

JONATHAN

The Carpathians are…quaint. Very rural…not that there’s anything wrong with keeping to tradition! It’s good to be able to hold onto culture.

DRACULA

Our traditions are what is holding this country back! We need to divorce the past and marry the future if we are to survive this evolving world.

Jonathan looks self-conscious. He wants to ask an awkward question but isn’t sure how to broach the subject. He goes for it.

JONATHAN

…on the ride here, the people in the coach were calling you-…things.

DRACULA

Ordog? Stregoica?

Jonathan nods.

DRACULA

Capitalism makes monsters of us all. I am an eternal optimist looking to raise people to the exalted peaks of the twenty-first century, and everyone else prefers to consign themselves to mud.

Wolves howling outside cuts through the conversation, startling Jonathan. He looks nervous; Dracula takes notice, smiles.

DRACULA

Ah, you city dwellers. But you must be tired. Sleep well and dream well, and stay abed as long as you want. I have to be away till the afternoon.

Dracula stands up; Jonathan does as well. Dracula opens Jonathan’s bedroom door for him, bows deeply, and leaves.

206     FADE IN – INT. CASTLE DRACULA – GUEST BATHROOM ENSUITE

It is day again; late afternoon specifically. Jonathan, dressed messily in pyjamas and a bathrobe, walks sleepily into the bathroom. He pulls a toilette bag out and is surprised to find that his modern mirror has been replaced with an antique silver-backed hand mirror.

207     FLASHBACK - INT. GOLDEN KRONE HOTEL – ROOM SEVEN

The Old Man rifles through Jonathan’s belongings. He swaps out the mirror with the antique, pocketing it.

208     INT. CASTLE DRACULA – LIBRARY

Montage of Jonathan getting dressed, having breakfast, and entering a library. Jonathan is astonished; he wanders the room slowly, with a look of wonder on his face. As he moves in a slow circle around the library, carefully inspecting the collection, the windows set in the walls behind him show the sped-up setting of the sun.

The library collection holds many glossy, modern books, magazines and newspapers. They are in excellent shape if well-read and all dated to the early 2000s. There is a Whitaker’s Almanac on a table sitting beside Jonathan’s work document case.

Go wild set dressers! Throw in some Lonely Planet, some National Geographic. Whatever’s funniest!

The Count enters the room.

DRACULA

[gesturing to the bookcases] I see you have found my friends!

JONATHAN

You have an impressive collection.

DRACULA

I thank you. I have tried to capture London, and England, within these walls but the true spirit of a country must be experienced! It cannot simply be read. I have taught myself English but even that…[vague gesture]…to speak words in another tongue I have only parroted back to myself; it is not enough to know the grammar and form, I must be fluent!

JONATHAN

But you do! You speak very well, especially for being self-taught.

DRACULA

[raises a finger] “Very well” is not fluent. Here I am noble, I am boyar. The people know me and their place and I am master. But if I am a stranger in a strange land, one who cannot make myself understood with the correct inflections, the correct intonation…no. You must correct me when I make error-

JONATHAN

Make ‘an’ error.

DRACULA

What?

JONATHAN

You mean…um…when you make “an” error.

Dracula smiles warmly, “…his lips [run] back over his gums, the long, sharp, canine teeth showed out strangely…”, his arms wide. Jonathan blinks at the fangs but he’s British; politely ignoring the eccentric appearance of wealthy people is in his bones.

DRACULA

There! You see? I am learning already. Now, tell me about the house you have purchased for me in England.

JONATHAN

Oh! Yes.

He retrieves a sheaf of papers from his document case. The bag has a four-digit combination lock; one…seven…zero-seven, Mina’s birthday.

JONATHAN

The estate is called Carfax…

209     INT. CASTLE DRACULA – LIBRARY

A montage begins of Jonathan and Dracula reviewing and signing the paperwork for the estate.

Jonathan pulls out printed maps and blueprints for Carfax. He shows Dracula drone-shot photographs, and has him sign a thick sheaf of forms.

Behind them, night moves on.

Dracula leaves temporarily; while he’s gone Jonathan packs away his forms and circuits the library again. Reading the spines, he finds a well-worn book with no title. It’s an atlas; it falls open in Jonathan’s hands to a map of England.

[Camera zooms in] There are three places circled; the area in Purfleet where Carfax is, Exeter and Whitby.

210     [FADE-IN] INT. CASTLE DRACULA – DINING ROOM

The perspective fades through the map to show Dracula and Jonathan seated in the dining room again, talking and eating- well, Jonathan is eating- dinner. Perspective fades through the scene again; now they are sitting before the fire, still talking, Jonathan nursing a crystal glass of brandy.

A loud rooster crow sounds from outside the castle. Dracula, startled by the noise, jumps to his fleet.

DRACULA

Look at the time; it is dawn again! I apologise for keeping you up, my friend, you must get some sleep. You are far too interesting a tour guide for new home!

Dracula bows politely as Jonathan smiles, pleased and self-effacing. Jonathan returns the bow as he stands; he turns slightly to put the glass down on a side table beside his chair and when he turns back Dracula has vanished.

211 INT. CASTLE DRACULA – GUEST BEDROOM

Jonathan is lying asleep in bed, twitching, tossing and turning restlessly. Eventually he comes out of REM sleep and sighs heavily; it’s clear he is not going to get much sleep.

Jonathan opens his eyes and gets out of bed.

212 INT. CASTLE DRACULA – GUEST BATHROOM

Jonathan is shaving, the camera focussed on his reflection in the silver-backed mirror which shows the audience the entirety of the room.

As he scrapes the safety razor down one cheek, there is a visible depression on his right shoulder as if someone is placing a hand there even though there is no one standing behind him in the mirror.

DRACULA

Good morning

Jonathan startles. The razor slips. Jonathan hisses in pain and drops the razor; he fumbles with his toilette bag for a plaster but an inhumanely strong grip on his shoulder forces him to turn around. Up this close Dracula seems a little younger; one or two fewer wrinkles, and there is grey peppering his white hair.

There is a hungry fury blazing in his eyes.

Dracula lunges for Jonathan – aiming for his face? His throat? Jonathan stumbles back a step and the movement shifts the crucifix up and out from beneath his shirt a little.

Dracula’s fingers brush the beads and he snaps back as if slapped. Jonathan, breathlessly, and Dracula, resentful, eye each other for a long moment.

DRACULA

Be careful with yourself. Bleeding can be more dangerous than you think in this country.

JONATHAN

…I know..germs…

DRACULA

Mmm

Dracula suddenly grabs the mirror and dashes it against the wall. It shatters. Jonathan gapes at the sudden carnage. He does not notice that Dracula has vanished.

JONATHAN

Wha-

He is standing in the bathroom alone.

213     INT. CASTLE DRACULA – DINING ROOM

Jonathan leaves his rooms and finds breakfast set for him in the dining room. Dracula is not there.

[fade out, scene overlap] Jonathan wipes his mouth with a napkin, and gets up from his chair, having finished his breakfast. He starts to leave.

214     INT. CASTLE DRACULA

[Aerial shot] Jonathan walks the corridors. A few doors, close to the guest quarters; [close up shot; side profile] Jonathan tries one door but, rattling the handle, finds it locked.

He is confused; many old manors shut up sections of the house if they are disused or in need of repair but this room is close to his own, clearly clean and well-used. It should be fine.

He lets his fingers drag on the door handle as he releases it. Dust. Jonathan looks confused and deeply concerned.

[Close up shot; side profile] Jonathan dashes to another door. [Close up shot] Dust on Jonathan’s fingers; another locked room.

A montage of frantic hands rattling dusty, locked doorknobs attached to various doors. [Aerial shot] Jonathan runs deeper into the castle, [various camera angles] finding more and more doors to numerous rooms locked tight. At first they were mostly clean; by the end Jonathan is reaching through thick cobwebs and layers of dust to try the doors.

Jonathan has double-backed on himself and stops. Light from a blue sky shines through the gap in the walls. Jonathan walks forward.

215     EXT. CASTLE DRACULA - BALCONY

[Aerial shot] The hall is leading him out onto a balcony. “…The view [is] magnificent…the castle is on the very edge of a terrible precipice…a thousand feet [down]. As far as the eye can see is a sea of green treetops, with occasionally a deep rift where there is a chasm. Here and there are silver threads where rivers wind in deep gorges through the forests.”

[Upper bust shot; close up] Jonathan slumps, pale-faced and shaking, against the balcony railing. The full horror of his situation finally sinks in.

He is a prisoner.

JONATHAN

[shakily] He's his own servants. ...that's actually quite impressive.

He does not like he finds his remark funny. He looks terrified.

AUTHOR'S NOTES

For Mina's birthday, I used the day and month of Florence Balcombe's birth. She was Bram Stoker's wife.

[murfeelee]

IWTV 2022 INSP - You Must Think Me An Idiot!

Lestat: Ah. Quite drunk, this one. Rosemary…and something else. What is it, my love? Louis: I-I think it's the gin. Lestat: I wasn't talking to you. ???: Laudanum. Arsenic. *Antoinette unmasks herself* Lestat: *smugly* She was at the ball tonight! Like one of those girls on the telephone switchboard, eavesdropping in on things that she shouldn't. Antoinette: *mockingly quoting* "Too late, I've done it already.... One of the twins. He'll be dead on his feet in an hour." You miserable dogs! All: *angry vampire hissing* *Lestat grabs Louis, Antoinette grabs Claudia* Antoinette: DRINK! Louis: No! Lestat: Claudia should never have been made, Louis. Look what she did to us--she's corrupted everything! Antoinette will be MUCH more agreeable to our life together-- *nausea, vomits poisoned blood!* All: !?!?! Claudia: *fights Antoinette off, stabs her with fire-irons* Antoinette: *dying gasp* Claudia: *smugly* Lestat, you must think me an idiot!

-- Interview with the Vampire, S01E07

MY THOUGHTS (turnt up at Queen Claudia's Coronation 🍻🥳🥂)

CLAUDIA IS THE FRIKKIN GOAT! ^0^

It's deliciously sad that no matter in what iteration or adaptation, this little girl will ALWAYS get the drop on Lestat, like...dang, dude. 🤣

Claudia's murder plot played out in the movie like a frikkin jumpscare--WOAH, she's a savage, queen, SLAY! 👸🏼🔪 But on the tv show she's a stone cold tactician EXTRAORDINAIRE. It is outright told to us that Claudia has all of these chess moves she's laid out. But the real suspense comes from how she'll pull it off; when it'll happen.

Then out of nowhere effing Antoinette pops up like a herpes flareup, and this grown effing adult is bigger & stronger than "built-like-a-bird" Claudia, grabbing Claudia by her hair and tryna force her to drink the twin's poisoned blood. And you might think oh no, all is lost! But YE OF LITTLE FAITH!

That's what happens to homewrecking side-chicks who put their 9-fingered hands on someone else's CHILD. THOU 👏 SHALT 👏 NOT 👏 COVET 👏 LOUIS' 👏 MAN--it never ends well, just watch Fatal Attraction! 👀 Now look at you--curb-stomped! Look at Lestat--poisoned! And Lestat, this is all YOUR fault, for cheating & beating on your husband, clown!

Ahhhh, Claudia's the best. (^_^)

"Antoinette will be MUCH more agreeable to our life together--" are you HIGH!? The copium must've been hitting HARD, for him to think LOUIS--let alone that jealous nasty Antoinette--would be happy living comfy frikkin cozy in his Brides of Dracula harem, meanwhile Louis' daughter was dead. Antoinette's death was Lestat's fault from the start, dragging her into his mess.

In the book, Lestat's male sidepiece Antoine also got burned a bit after Louis set Lestat on fire, but Antoine got away & survived, even though he was hella messed up for like, years. But I'm glad AMC put all that crap to bed, and made sure Antoinette's butt was cooked, once and for all.

Cuz Claudia takes ZERO prisoners. 👸🏽👑

Unfortunately for her, however, LOUIS certainly does.... >_>

Louis, my love...get help. U_U

Like I always say: Lestat got off LIGHT. AMC didn't even let Lestat get set on fire & nommed on by alligators. 😩 You can't win 'em all, I guess, but at least Claudia got Antoinette the heck on outta here, at least~! 👌

[lonesome-witching]

Vampires and Werewolves

Another very short story written for @rabbitofdeath-atcastleaarrggh where Nancy is a vampire and Robin is a werewolf. I'm definitely up for writing a longer rendition of this in the future, but for now this is all I have to offer.

You can read my previous prompts or send me some new ones.

Nancy stared up at her mom. She was sitting on the couch with a heavy heart and shaking hands. She wasn’t nervous too often. Usually, she was able to shake of her nerves with an ease not a lot of people possessed. It was a trait Robin surely didn’t possess. Nancy could see her legs bouncing up and down.

“Mom, I wanted to introduce you to Robin. She’s my girlfriend.”

“Oh, that is wonderful, Nancy. It truly is a pleasure to meet you.”

Robin nodded her head. Still shaking. Probably because there was one major thing that still needed to be shared. Something that might not go off as well.

“Mom, Robin is— Robin is a werewolf,” Nancy added.

There was a stretched-out silence. One that rang in Nancy’s ears. She wasn’t sure what her mom would say. It wasn’t something that was accepted. Vampires found vampires and werewolves found werewolves. They didn’t mix. They had never mixed before. At least not to Nancy’s knowledge.

“Oh,” her mom sighed. “It won’t be easy, you know?”

“We know,” Nancy said. Her hand was reaching out for Robin, wanting to comfort, wanting the comfort.

“Good, don’t forget it. When me and Joyce started dating things were rough. We were lesbians in the ‘50’s. I wouldn’t recommend it. But if you two are sure you love each other, then you have my full support.”

Finally, Robin exhales loudly. Nancy couldn’t help but smile at the sound. She did love Robin, she could feel it in her bones.

“So, Robin, would you like to stay for movie night? We may be vampires and all that, but we do love to entertain ourselves.”

“I would love to, Mrs. Wheeler.” Robin’s fingers were stroking Nancy’s knuckles.

“Wonderful. We’re watching Dracula tonight.” Karen Wheeler was already walking out of the room.

“Was that a joke? Is she joking?” Robin asked in a muffled voice.

Nancy shook her head. “No, it’s tradition. We do also make fun of the portrayal of vampires in the classic horror tales.” She leaned forward to capture her girlfriend’s lips.

That night, Nancy crawled into Robin’s arms, surrounded by her entire messed up family. The TV was showing her the stereotypical vampires, and she could feel Robin’s breath hit her cheek. And maybe Mike had looked at Robin oddly when he learned the truth. Not a single member of the family had treated Robin wrong. So, maybe things could be okay. Maybe Nancy could be happy.

[kronprinz-rudolf]

Tagged by @fitzrove yay 🥰

Last song I listened to: uh. I watched a musical yesterday so last song from that musical but I'm not telling the name jshh. sorry useless answer <3

Last book I read: I'm trying to keep up with dracula daily! (3rd take. maybe I'll finish it this year sjhs). but if full book then it's Mayerling by Claude Anet unfortunately

Last film I watched: if musical proshots count then see first answer ksh. if not then. hm :)))) 🐔

Last tv series: netflix avatar adaptation, been wanting to watch that for a while. it was alright, didn't give me strong feelings x) zuko and iroh were nice <33

Last thing I googled: deathhawk

Last thing I ate: croissant with pistachio cream filling. it was on discount. yummy

Sweet, savoury, or spicy: anything that's not spicy ksjshs. sweet perhaps though I can be picky x)

Amount of sleep: under 5 hours + 1 hour nap later. not my worst x) hope to sleep more tonight though, loonnng week

Currently reading: Dracula, as mentioned before. have two books on hold, Emma by Jane Austen and Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë. someday will continue them. someday 🥲

Tagging: all of my followers. you know who you are. jshs idk anyone really <3

[laresearchette]

Monday, April 01, 2024 Canadian TV Listings (Times Eastern)

WHERE CAN I FIND THOSE PREMIERES?: VANDERPUMP VILLA (Disney + Star) THE SYNANON FIX (HBO Canada) 9:00pm

WHAT IS NOT PREMIERING IN CANADA TONIGHT?: 2024 iHeartRadio MUSIC AWARDS (FOX Feed) LOVERS AND LIARS (CW Feed) ALL AMERICAN (Premiering on April 08 on Showcase at 8:00pm)

NEW TO AMAZON PRIME CANADA/CBC GEM/CRAVE TV/DISNEY + STAR/NETFLIX CANADA:

AMAZON PRIME CANADA ALLAN QUATERMAIN & THE LOST CITY OF GOLD AT CLOSE RANGE BLAME IT ON RIO BLOODSPORT BREATHLESS BULLETPROOF MONK CASINO CLASS DARK BLUE DARK ANGEL DR. SEUSS’ THE CAT IN THE HAT EYE OF THE NEEDLE FLAWLESS FLESH+BLOOD HARLEY DAVIDSON AND THE MARLBORO MAN KOYAANISQATSI THE LAST WALTZ LOL: CHI RIDE E FUORI (Season 4) MOBY DICK NOT WITHOUT MY DAUGHTER THE PARTY ROLLING THUNDER TOP GEAR (Seasons 14-25) THE TRAIN VALLEY GIRL VAMPIRE’S KISS WARCRAFT WHITE NIGHT

CBC GEM DYLAN’S PLAYTIME ADVENTURES

CRAVE TV LITTLE JESUS THE SYNANON FIX (Season 1, Episode 1)

DISNEY + STAR VANDERPUMP VILLA (Three-Episode Premiere)

NETFLIX CANADA THE MAGIC PRANK SHOW WITH JUSTIN WILLMAN

CURLING (TSN/TSN5) 8:00am: LGT World Men's Curling Championship: Canada vs. Italy

NHL HOCKEY (SN) 7:00pm: Panthers vs. Leafs (SN Now) 9:00pm: Oilers vs. Blues (TSN3) 9:00pm: Kings vs. Jets

MLB BASEBALL (SN1) 8:00pm: Jays vs. Pirates (SN Now) 10:00pm: Giants vs. Dodgers

NBA BASKETBALL (SN Now) 8:00pm: Suns vs. Pelicans

MURDOCH MYSTERIES (CBC) 8:00pm: After a man dies in a drunken brawl at the Starbright Lounge, Murdoch's suspect is another detective.

WARDENS OF THE NORTH (Discovery Canada) 8:00pm (SERIES PREMIERE): Conservation officers crack down on boaters not complying with the law; a routine fishing patrol has officers tracking down over-the-limit anglers; a kayaker is reminded that lifejackets work best when worn, even when close to home.

SOCIAL MEDIA MURDERS (T&E) 8:00pm (SERIES PREMIERE): Alex Rodda, a 15-year-old teenager, is murdered by 18-year-old Matthew Mason in December 2019, six weeks after they first exchange messages via social media.

SECRETS IN THE ICE (Super Chanel Fuse) 8:00pm (SEASON PREMIERE): A grim discovery in a Swedish lake reveals ancient practices; in the Canadian Arctic, the fossil of a previously unknown mammal is found; bizarre ice formations in the Antarctic Ocean; a discovery off the east coast of Canada.

BELGRAVIA: THE NEXT CHAPTER (CBC) 9:00pm (SEASON FINALE): As Frederick grieves the loss of Clara, Enright receives a letter that pushes Frederick to confront his past; Clara and Davison adapt to life in the North, as Clara grapples with happy memories of home.

OUTBACK OPAL HUNTERS (Discovery Canada) 9:00pm (SEASON PREMIERE): The Bushmen bring in an explosives expert to blast through the toughest rock in Grawin; plus, a brand-new team brings cutting edge technology to the opal fields.

SPOOKED IRELAND (DTour) 9:00pm (SERIES PREMIERE): The team ventures to Charleville Castle, where they face a multitude of spirits who seem to have turned against the castle's current occupants by trapping them in cupboards and keeping them up at night with screams and singing.

EXPEDITION X (Discovery Canada) 10:00pm (SEASON PREMIERE): Phil and Jess explore the world's most haunted forest near the site of the Dracula legend and where Josh Gates had his most terrifying experience; during a night investigation, Jess finds herself being watched by someone or something sinister.

THE PLAYBOY MURDERS (Investigation Discovery) 10:00pm (SEASON PREMIERE): In the late '90s, Playboy twins Sandy and Mandy Bentley's fame soars until an affair with a Vegas High Roller leads to a fall from fame, stolen jewels, a shadowy buyer and a brutal double murder in the Hollywood hills.

MASTERCHEF AUSTRALIA (CTV Life) 10:00pm (SEASON PREMIERE): A group of 12 home cooks will compete with 12 former contestants.

MURDER AT MY DOOR WITH KYM MARSH (documentary) 10:00pm/11:00pm (SERIES PREMIERE): The story of 17-year-old Thomas Griffiths, who killed his girlfriend and arranged the crime scene to look like a suicide after she broke up with him. In Episode Two, 19-year-old Mundill Mahil lures a young TV executive to his death in an act of revenge following an attempted rape six months earlier.