#Ericka Van Helsing

[rosetyler42]

Hotel T and Gravity Falls crossover Braid train! I think this ended up being a mix of an idea @heartsong1994 gave me and seeing art with McGucket aboard the braid train with Mabel and the girls but...it works as something Ericka, Mavis, Mabel, and Lucy would do and was an excuse to draw McGucket again.

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[black-ak9]

@rosetyler42 done 😸

We were talking about this scene and it is one of the favorites in the Addams Family movies

(in my AU and headcanons, they are actually very good friends, they are just drama queens and danger ladies when they're together)

I'll talk about this headcanon later through a drawing or in the ask box

[flamingtoads]

[ssleeping-in-a-coffin]

I saw the meme and I thought it was funny. Here's the version with Drac and Ericka, huh.

Let's omit the fact that she has huge shoulders here.....

[thewitchmashi]

AWWW...❤️

[angelfacemjj]

If you're wondering, yes, Angel is at the brim of insanity, and humor is his only coping mechanism. (ID in alt)

[letstalkaboutit100]

Please! >:(

FUCK IT! I want a Gomez and Morticia (Live-action) dance scene EXACTLY LIKE ONE IN HOTEL TRANSYLVANIA 3 SUMMER VACATION LIKE DRACULA AND ERICKA! I WANT THEM DOGDEING THE WEAPONS AND TRAPS ALL WHILE WORDING THINGS TO EACH OTHER LOOKING ALL SEXY!

you know what...

FUCK IT! I WANT THAT SCENE IN WEDNESDAY TOO! WHERE WEDNESDAY AND ENID HAVE TO DOGDE A BUNCH OF BOOBIE TRAPS (first Wednesday throws like rock or something to see what kind of traps their dealing with) AND ENID ASKS WHAT ARE THEY GOING TO DO AND WEDNESDAY JUSY TURN TO HER AND SAYS FOLLOW MY LEAD, PULLS HER CLOSER TO HER BY THE WAIST TAKES HER HANDS AND STARTS TO LEAD AND THEY DANCING AROUND DEATH! LITERALLY! AND OF COURSE, I WANT ENID TO BE SCARED LOOKING AROUND AND COWERING AND HIDING HER HEAD IN WEDNESDAY'S SHOULDER BECAUSE SHE'S TOO SCARED TO LOOK SO SHE JUST LOOKS DOWN AT HER FEET!

[thebutcher-5]

Hotel Transylvania 3 - Una vacanza mostruosa

Benvenuti o bentornati sul nostro blog. Nello scorso articolo siamo andati avanti con la nostra maratona di film dedicati alla saga di Tremors, arrivando al quarto capitolo, un prequel, Tremors 4 – Alle origini della leggenda. Siamo a Rejection, nel 1899, e la cittadina va avanti grazie alla miniera d’argento, ma questa è costretta a chiudere quando gli operai vengono fatti a pezzi da una strana…

[rosetyler42]

Was originally going to make something feelsier with Ericka comforting Ford by saying she's weird/was an accomplice to terrible things herself, but...I kinda like this as is too much to mess with it.

I just like the idea of these two freaky monster lovers as pals. I gotta admit it's hard to pick a favorite Gravity Falls character for me but Ford is definitely up there.

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[black-ak9]

Oooooh love, ooooh lover boooy~

(headcanonofmine)

[ralucafarcas]

Pls tell me it's not just me

[sansblues2]

Dangerous

Day 25. I like Ericka, I think she could have been a great antagonist if they had put more effort into her story. 

Her story is so barebones, we don't even know what happened to her parents or how she ended up being raised by her great great great great grandfather. 

I think the third movie could have worked as a “Who did it?” mystery. They kinda tried to do a mystery with Mavis taking pictures of a mysterious person and getting suspicious about Ericka, but that ended too quickly after only two other scenes with Mavis interrupting her dad’s date and then she following Ericka when she went to get the artifact from Atlantis. What if instead of Ericka only focusing on killing Dracula she tried doing something with the other monsters? Not exactly killing but putting them in dangerous situations where they would almost die or would get severely hurt in the process.

One thing that I think is missing with Ericka is her hate towards monsters, like since the beginning she acts nicely towards the monsters, and although she later on reveals her true feelings it never goes past that as she only focuses on hurting Dracula. If they really wanted to do that, maybe they could show that even though she is upset she didn’t get Dracula, she is at least pleased she got one monster, like, she misses Dracula but hits another monster and she goes ”Oh well, at least I got one”, and only later on after trying many times without succeeding she starts to get frustrated and doesn’t even bother if she hits someone else.

Well, now that I got this out of the way, let me explain the drawing. 

My take on Ericka’s backstory is that when she was just a child her home mysteriously caught on fire, leading to her parents’ deaths. The fire had already started when she woke up in her bedroom, she tried to escape it but was unable to find an exit. She fell on the floor and lay there all while watching the flames as she slipped from consciousness.  She was rescued and barely survived, after many surgeries her body was able to heal but she still has really bad scarring all over her body.

Later on, she was adopted by her great great great great grandfather, and while training to become a monster hunter she discovered a strange fascination with fire, which her great great great great grandfather 100% approved(as long as she didn’t burn his things).

They started a cult that claimed that monsters still existed and they were plotting the destruction of all humanity. At first, there were few members, the few that would believe in such stories or that were just bored, but after the monsters came out more people started appearing. 

After years of waiting, Van Helsing had all that was necessary to destroy the monsters once and for all. 

I'm actually not entirely sure how his plan would actually go. What I got so far is Ericka goes to the Hotel(no, there's no cruise in this one. Why waste so many resources when you can just go to the place where you know monsters go to? and humans can go too, so it wouldn't be hard to get in), maybe she takes some cult members with her. A lot of pranks with other monsters, some tension between her and Dracula(he finds her suspiciously familiar), a lot of flirtation with Dracula, and for the grand finale, all the monsters, and also humans, stuck inside the hotel that is about to be put on fire. Ericka changes her mind and everything ends fine in the end(actually I have a more bittersweet end to it, but this post is already long enough).

So, that's it. See you all tomorrow. Bye bye~.

[ssleeping-in-a-coffin]

Mermaid!Ericka

Ericka decided to dress up in a mermaid costume for Halloween. She has lived on a ship and sailed the seas all her life, so I thought it was a great idea.

By the way, this could very well be another AU where Ericka is a monster like the others.

That's one of the color options, by the way. Here are a couple more, I just couldn't decide on the best one. Here's a lighter or bluer version and a version without glass (Yes, those white highlights imply glass, like an aquarium)

[kittyball23]

Sleepless Nights (a Hotel Transylvania fanfic)

Summary: Drac has some difficulty sleeping, as memories of a certain night exactly 124 years ago haunts his thoughts

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It was a beautiful day.

The sun was brilliantly shining above. Not a cloud dotted the sky. Birds were chirping from their perch in the trees. And, being nocturnal, such a beautiful day was utilized by monsters all around Hotel Transylvania, who were dozing contently about.

Well, except for a certain vampire.

Unlike his beloved, Drac could not succumb to the call of sleep, no matter how drowsy he felt, or how much his eyelids were drooping. There was that niggling thought - a memory, a reminder – that persisted to keep him awake. One that he had not been able to erase ever since that one, singular, terrible night. A night that had happened exactly 124 years ago.

It was incredulous to Drac, how it felt as though not a day had passed since then. And yet, so much did, with a lot of it leading to the actions he had taken and events that had occurred. But, as his mind so cruelly reminded him, it had all stemmed from that one sole event. If that hadn’t happened, who knew how things would have turned out for him, for Mavis… for his wife…

As if the universe had been cued to his internal thoughts, the form cuddled next to him suddenly shifted, soft, drowsy hands flitting lightly over his bare chest accompanied by a light sigh-like moan. The Count felt some of the dark thoughts lift from him in a relieving wave, leaving Drac with only fondness towards the woman resting upon his body. The warmth she radiated from her human self seeped into him like warm honey, relaxing some of the tension that had begun to overtake his muscles. He peered down at Ericka now and sighed, somewhat envious, marveling at how easily she slept and how peaceful she looked in that moment, comforted both by the blanket draped across them as well as the gentle contact of their skins, untroubled.

Well, a part of him did remind himself that Ericka was not without her own troubles, namely, her struggle with the ordeal on the cruise and family name. Sure, the woman had proven her worth in the heroic act of saving Drac from the Kraken’s clutches and standing up against the legacy that her great-grandfather had brainwashed her to believe in for so long. But the victory did not entirely satisfy Ericka. She was plagued with the horror of what she was about to let happen, to lose a love… a zing… It was a thing that monsters wouldn’t dare to imagine. But Drac didn’t have to.

With a sigh, he detached himself from Ericka, gently moving her away so not to disturb her slumber and draping the sheets over her form when he rose from the bed. Slipping on his pajama pants for some decency, he padded over to the window in the other room, drawing back the curtains to get a view of the outdoors. Drac had to admit that most of his son-in-law’s ideas were rather nonsensical, but he actually could appreciate the idea for repaneling the hotel’s windows with UV protective glass. In that way, the Count could now stand before the sun’s rays indoors without burning and take a look out at the perfect day that he should have been asleep to. This day that was as bright and cheery and as opposite as it could get from Drac’s current mood.

When he had thought of his wife, it had not been the slumbering beauty that still remained dozing as peacefully content as ever upon their bed. True, they were wed, with the golden bands around each other ring fingers to prove it, but Drac instead had the first woman who had stolen his heart and made him feel that giddy, euphoric sensation, so ideal it felt almost unreal.

Martha.

Her name alone still brought such a pang of sadness to his heart, a tightness that squeezed him, a stinging that pricked his skin, a dryness that parched his throat… and a shudder that went down his spine as he recalled those last, horrible moments he had seen her. The despair in her eyes. The fear…

Drac suddenly wished he was back in the bed, gliding his fingers over the smooth, rosy expanse that was Ericka’s skin. Caressing her soothed his mind, allowing him to focus on something other than his past trauma. But despite this effort, his mind kept wandering back to the memories, bringing them right back into his consciousness, and so much more than ever today.

The Count instead settled for rubbing his hands up and down his arms, the motion working not quite in the same way but still providing the comfort that he sought nonetheless. It's not that he didn't want to forget. It was the last thing he wanted to do. How could he forget his zing? She had meant the world to him, and still did, even in her absence. But it was that said absence that filled him with dread, made him uneasy and reminded him that this was the truth he was living. And nothing could be done to change it.

Drac shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose and willing himself to remember that he still had Martha in his life. Not her in her physical, living form, but in the family around him. Being her daughter, Mavis was a constant reminder of that fact, inheriting her mother’s grace and beauty, as well as her everlasting kindness. Little Dennis also shared some characteristics as his grandmother. Drac could smile to himself recalling certain expressions the boy made that were a spitting image of the woman, or the way his blue eyes sparkled up at him with admiration.

Aside from his family, Drac also had material reminders of his late wife. The portrait that he’d managed to salvage from the fire had captured them both in their prime, at a time where their love was young and hardships were still ages away. For years he had kept it in his room, approaching it and gazing upon her still, painted figure, recalling the wonderful memories he’d shared with her and held dear to his heart. His old ring was another material reminder of her, a wedding band with a beautiful red gemstone on top that sparkled elegantly in the light. She had had one just like it, and his had found residence on the finger of his left hand for over a century before he was able to remove it and finally move on. And then, he thought, there was also the gorgeous little ukulele that was sitting upon his desk now, looking as fresh out of the box as it was so long ago when he received it as a gift from Martha, a memento of their time spent in paradise (or Hawaii as one may better know it as) after they first met and began dating.

With sluggish steps, he approached the desk, running his hands longingly over the taut strings and wooden surface of the instrument. Many a time he had used it as a one-man ‘concert’ to sing various songs for Martha, Mavis, and Dennis. Why, just the other night his grandson had asked him how exactly it was that it was played, and Drac had gladly begun the process of carefully teaching Dennis how to pluck out melodious chords, in hopes that the boy would one day become as skilled as he was. The thought putting a smirk onto his face, Drac picked the instrument up and went back to sit at the window, cradling the ukulele in his lap. He very well remembered the first time he had played the instrument. It was for Martha, right at the one-week anniversary of their relationship. On automatic, his fingers resumed the position that they had taken upon the ukulele strings for that simple little song he’d tuned out for her, and began to play it out again. What resulted was a soft, sweet melody, etching itself into his mind and heart. The melody brought with it a wave of nostalgia, cheery but melancholic at the same time, bringing forth a pool of fresh tears that began to brim at the corners of his eyes. As his mind wandered, his fingers continued their caressing dance on the strings, and soon they brought the sweet little song to an end in a soft, tender crescendo.

A satisfied sigh escaped his lips in that moment, the soft sound accompanied by an identical sigh from somewhere behind him. Turning towards the source in sudden bewilderment, he came face-to-face with Ericka. She stood shyly a few paces away, having seemingly just awakened. Neither said anything for a moment, allowing Drac the time to let his gaze roam over her, down from the petite bare feet to the tussled platinum-blonde curls on her bed-head. Rather than a robe, the woman had vouched for donning his satin pajama top, the article of clothing fitting her just about as well as a short dress, given Drac’s difference in height that allowed its hems to extend enough so that it hung above her knees. The sleeves dangled a bit loosely, the buttons having been fastened in a haste, as evident by how the top few had remained undone in favor of ensuring the ones in the middle were properly hooked so to cover her figure. The twinkle in her blue eyes was indicative to him that she was much more alert than what her tired appearance may have been giving off.

Conscious of his gaze, Ericka shifted her weight upon her feet, interpreting it as scrutiny for interrupting him at what appeared to be a private moment. She bit her lip, and began to speak ever so timidly.

“I… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you…” She trailed off, not knowing what else to say.

But it turned out she didn’t need to search for any more words. Gathering his senses, Drac smiled kindly at her, setting down the ukulele and approaching the woman to give her an appropriate greeting kiss.

“Don’t worry about it, honeybat,” he assured when they parted, tenderly caressing her cheek. “I should be the one apologizing. I did not mean to awaken you.”

Ericka shook her head. “You didn’t, Drac,” she whispered. “Have you just… ever had one of those sleepless nights?”

Drac nodded, averting his eyes as he felt his mood going back to that cloud of melancholic sorrow that seemed to want to engulf him once more. “Yes,” he finally muttered. “I have." He dared a glance up to gage her reaction, and could see that same look of despondency reflected back in her eyes. But along with it was a look of knowing that made Drac feel vulnerable under her gaze. She was aware why it was that he was having difficulty drifting off tonight. Ericka had been informed early on in their relationship of the tragedy that had occurred so long ago, scarring her husband’s soul permanently as the memory of it all still weighed down heavily upon him. The blame and regret, and the hand of time that kept ticking on, unfazed, and unable to reverse. Yet even with such an emotional wound, Drac never failed to show Ericka every sign of how he was still able to live fully and find happiness. The wound would not heal entirely, but taking life one day at a time with the friends and family he loved would in no doubt help dull that pain. Cherishing his experiences with Mavis, Dennis, Ericka, the Pack, even the boisterous Johnny acted as a balm to his spirits, uplifting them from the shadows and keeping the dark thoughts at bay.

It was all this and more that was communicated between she and the vampire in that one flit of an instance that their gazes locked together; the expression in Ericka’s eyes showing just how deeply she empathized with the man and how willing she was to offer her support and love without hesitation if needed. And he was incredibly grateful, honored even, to be able to call the Van Helsing woman his zing. No matter if he was his second, she was his zing all the same, and would always be.

Unbeknownst to the man, a small smile had begun to tug at the corner of his lips, Drac not having felt it until his cheeks began to ache slightly in response with how widely it had grown. Ericka reciprocated the smile with one of her own.

“And besides,” she said, a twinkle in her eyes, “It was beautiful. You have a real talent.”

Drac chuckled bashfully at the compliment. "I appreciate it, my love." Then, a thought entered the Count’s mind, and he smirked as he picked up the ukulele again. “I could teach you someday, you know.”

Ericka grinned, looking down at the instrument in his hands and seeming to give the idea some good consideration before she spoke again. “That really would be pretty cool,” she said, her fingers grazing the top of the strings, “but I think that I’d rather just listen for now.”

The vampire nodded understandingly.  “As you wish, my love." Seating himself back down at the desk, he cradled the ukulele back into his lap and had his fingers resume the position anew. Strumming lightly, he began playing the same tune yet again, this time feeling much more at ease in doing so. Ericka sighed in contentment once more, coming up behind Drac and snaking her arms around his neck. She rested her chin atop his head, a slight sway in her stance as the music lulled the both of them into a peaceful state of serenity.