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[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

[draculasweedsmokinggirlfriend]

Dr Seward (once again bored): I can't believe Renfield has been quiet the last few days. Let's let him escape so we can hunt him down for sport

[aster-blogging-dracula]

Forever mad that Vincent Price never had a chance to play Dracula in none of the countless adpatations made throughout the course of his life. I mean look at him!!!! He has the moustache and everything!!

Sir why are you so Dracula

(screenshot from a gif by @ilovemesomevincentprice from Tales of Terror (1962))

[prplocks]

†☠ wallpaper 〴 dracula ☠†

𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖙𝖔𝖓

reblog if you save

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[clandestinewhore]

𝔑𝔬𝔰𝔣𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔲, 𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟸

[mysillylittlecountdown]

54 DAYS UNTIL HALLOWEEN

[aneverlastinghalloween]

[purplearcadepersona]

🕷🍷⏳⚰⚜🩸

[sunshine-zenith]

Your Jonathan is so babygirl

THEE Babygirl of all time

[black-ak9]

Are vampires able to live off blood substitute in your au? In m personal opinion the concept "defangs" vampires by taking away the element of danger and monstrosity. Sure it could work in a story that explores how synthetic blood affects the world, but in HT thats just an excuse to make it more kid-friendly.

I prefer the concept of accepting that all life feeds on life, thus vampires can remain moral even while drinking blood.

Yes they can, but not Properly.

An ancient vampire has a diet of more than a thousand souls With moderation and a large amount of blood, they can have their powers healthy and at their maximum capacity, having more powers than those mentioned in HT movies

On the other hand, a vampire from the dark modern ages doesn't consume as much blood due to all the diseases that arose, humans with more weapons are more difficult to hunt

And because of this uncontrolled routine, they develop an irrational desire for blood, although their hunger is already satisfied, they tend to become addicted, and due to the human diseases that exist, they become intoxicated.

But his powers can be either very strong or very weak imminently. And very dangerous for them.

For that reason, some vampires chose to create their own blood substitutes so as not to starve but not become intoxicated.

With blood substitutes, an average vampire can continue living, he gets out of the habit of drinking blood, but that doesn't mean he doesn't miss it.

Their killer instinct reduces, but the smell and a drop make hunting and murder tempting.

They have the necessary powers, but not what they should normally have and with the same intensity. (like freezing and hypnotizing other vamps)

It's like being rehabilitated and living as a vegetarian.

And finally...

A vampire living in the 21st century (with human-monster friendship) and not being raised without any influence of drinking blood, can live calmly, friendly and at peace with others.

They only have few powers and are very weak compared to ancient vampires and the modern dark ages.

Yes, they are very strong and resistant, but the killer instinct that was in their ancestors can return with a drink of blood.

But if someone suddenly weak has a lot of power, it can be lethal.

I hope you liked this 😄✨

[accidentalslayer]

[ceramicorn]

[kirwell]

as the Supernatural fans say, "It's subtext." You can't tell me out of context, that this scene does not scream,,,

But even still. This pairing legitimately seems scarce from what I've seen, and I'm super shocked, because after rewatching Hotel Transylvania for the second time since I was 12, I was hit with ✨ALL THE VIBES✨ from these two,, Ship aside for a second. You can't tell me this movie was actually about Johnny and Mavis falling falling in love, and not about Dracula's relationship with Johnny and his daughter. The romance feels like it's just a sideplot ╮⁠(⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)⁠╭

___ Johnny and Mavis don't go through any big character progression or monumental shift that you would expect to see in a movie about a couple falling in love. They are who they are the entire movie. All the change and development is put on Dracula from start to finish, and I really love that. But that's beside the point,, His relationship with Johnny gives me all the undertone bi feels, and it keeps me coming back to rewatch this movie every couple years. I MEAN C'MON, they have more interaction and scenes together than Johnny and Mavis do! At least it I'm pretty fuckin' sure ! Dracula would have never changed without Johnny's influence. The gradual shift from being cold and dismissive, to being more himself, becoming vulnerable and open, then full acceptance,, is just,, chef's kiss ~ I love how Dracula goes from just wanting Johnny out of his hotel by any means necessary, to going through so much effort to keep him out of harm's way. I just realized too that Drac told the story about his wife's death and why he hates humans so much, to Johnny, BEFORE Mavis, who really deserved to know her family history first. This man opened up to this whacky heartfelt human before his own daughter, shared his feelings and gave someone his trust for the first time in a long time, and let himself change. The bond has been struck! I love a good unexpected vampire romance story ^^ Mavis and Johnny are cute n' all, I won't lie,, but we know what's really up. I could talk about my DraculaXJohnny shipping A LOT MORE, but I'll save that for later..

[hail-to-the-pumpkin-song]

The many faces of Count Dracula

[nocturnalnella]

Veil of Shadows ( Chapter VI )

Words : 3828.

Warnings : None.

Pairing : Dracula x female reader.

Chapter VI - Into the Abyss.

Y/N stepped into the cool night, the city around her buzzing with life, yet she felt an unsettling stillness in the air. Following a lead on the latest disappearance, her heart raced with a mix of excitement and dread. The streetlights flickered, casting long shadows that danced along the cobblestones. Every echoing footstep made her pulse quicken; she couldn't shake the feeling of being watched.

“Get a grip, Y/N,” she muttered to herself, wrapping her coat tighter around her. The thrill of the chase pushed her forward, yet a heavy sense of foreboding hung over her like a storm cloud. She turned into a dimly lit alley, her eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of life.

As she moved deeper into the alley, she spotted a figure leaning against the brick wall, shrouded in shadows. A man, his face obscured, watched her with a predatory gaze. “You lost, darling?” he taunted, stepping forward. The menace in his voice sent a chill down her spine.

“No,” she replied, trying to sound braver than she felt. “I’m exactly where I want to be.” But as she spoke, her confidence wavered, the weight of his stare suffocating.

“Curious little thing, aren’t you? Investigating things that don’t concern you can lead to… unfortunate circumstances.” He took another step closer, his intentions clear.

Heart pounding, Y/N instinctively took a step back. She felt cornered, adrenaline surging through her veins. Just as she prepared to defend herself, a dark figure emerged from the shadows.

Dracula stepped into the light, his presence electrifying the air. He moved with an otherworldly grace, his tall frame casting an imposing shadow over the alley. “I believe the lady asked you to back off,” he said, his voice low and dangerous.

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat. There was something magnetic about him, a combination of danger and allure that pulled at her.

The man scoffed, sizing up Dracula. “And who are you, exactly? Her knight in shining armor?”

“I am her only concern,” Dracula replied, his tone dripping with disdain. “Now leave before I lose my patience.” The threat was palpable, and the atmosphere shifted, heavy with tension.

The man hesitated, but the intensity in Dracula’s eyes spoke volumes. With a snarl, he backed away, slipping into the darkness, his figure melting into the shadows.

Dracula turned to Y/N, his expression unreadable. “Are you alright?” His voice softened, the sharp edge of danger retreating, replaced by something deeper.

“I—I was fine until that man showed up,” she stammered, her heart still racing from the encounter.

Dracula stepped closer, his gaze piercing. “You should be more careful. The city is filled with wolves in sheep's clothing.”

A mix of gratitude and something else bubbled within her. “Thank you… for saving me. But why did you come? How did you know I was in trouble?”

He smiled, a slow, enigmatic grin that sent shivers down her spine. “Perhaps I’ve been keeping an eye on you. After all, your curiosity can lead you into dark places.”

Y/N felt a blush creep onto her cheeks, and she fought to maintain composure. “You’re stalking me now?”

“Not stalking. Merely… observing.” His tone was teasing, yet there was a depth to it that made her pulse quicken. “Shall we go somewhere more comfortable? I’d hate for you to have a repeat encounter with someone less civilized.”

She nodded, unsure of her feelings, both frightened and exhilarated by his presence.

The journey to his mansion was filled with an awkward tension. Y/N could feel his gaze on her, heavy and thoughtful. It was as if he was dissecting her, piece by piece, and she couldn’t tell if she wanted to shy away or lean into it.

When they arrived, Dracula opened the grand doors to his gothic manor, a place that felt both enchanting and foreboding. “Welcome,” he said, a hint of sarcasm in his voice as he gestured for her to enter.

The interior was different from the night of the gala—opulent yet dark, with rich tapestries hanging from the walls and candlelight flickering against the stone.

Dracula led her to a lavish sitting room where plush chairs surrounded a low table. He poured two glasses of wine, the deep red liquid swirling like blood in the dim light.

“Drink,” he urged, handing her a glass. “You need to calm your nerves.”

Y/N took the glass, eyeing him curiously. “What about you? Aren’t you having any?”

Dracula’s smile widened, a glimmer of mischief dancing in his eyes. “I don’t drink… wine.”

She laughed softly, feeling the tension ease slightly. “Then what do you drink?”

He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Oh, you don’t want to know.”

Y/N felt her heart race, caught between the thrill of his presence and the underlying danger that came with it. “You’re impossible,” she teased, taking a sip of the wine, the flavor rich and intoxicating.

Dracula regarded her intently, the air thickening with an unspoken challenge. “Am I? Or perhaps I’m just a man with discerning tastes.”

Their eyes locked, a moment stretched between them filled with tension and something more electric. Y/N felt her pulse quicken, her body responding to the magnetic energy in the room.

“Do you always rescue women in distress?” she asked, trying to maintain a lighthearted tone, though her heart betrayed her.

“Only the intriguing ones,” he replied smoothly, a smirk playing on his lips. “It seems you’ve piqued my interest, Y/N.”

The name rolled off his tongue like a caress, and she felt heat flood her cheeks. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

“Ah, that depends on your perspective. Tell me, what do you seek in the shadows?” His gaze bore into her, demanding an answer, and she felt vulnerable under his scrutiny.

“I seek the truth,” she replied, trying to sound confident. “But sometimes, the truth can be more dangerous than the shadows.”

“Wise words,” he mused, leaning back in his chair. “But every truth also holds a key to understanding, doesn’t it?”

Y/N found herself drawn to him, the chemistry between them undeniable. “You speak in riddles, Count.”

“It’s the nature of my existence, dear Y/N. Shadows are often more enlightening than light.”

Dracula leaned forward, his eyes darkening with intensity. “But let’s not dwell on shadows tonight. Tell me, what do you desire?”

Before she could respond, he closed the distance between them, his lips hovering just inches from hers. The air crackled with tension, and she felt herself leaning in, caught in his magnetic pull.

But just as their lips were about to meet, he hesitated, his breath warm against her skin. Y/N could hardly breathe, caught in the electrifying moment that hung between them. There was something dangerously alluring about him, a complexity that both thrilled and terrified her.

“Do you truly want to know?” he murmured, his voice low and velvety, teasing her with the promise of what might come next.

“Yes,” she whispered, heart racing. “I want to know.”

But instead of kissing her, he pulled back slightly, an enigmatic smile playing on his lips. “Desire can be a dangerous thing, Y/N. It can lead you into the darkest corners of your soul.”

A shiver ran down her spine at his words, and her resolve faltered. “Maybe I’m already there,” she replied, trying to sound brave.

“Ah, but there’s a fine line between desire and desperation,” he teased, his gaze never leaving hers. “You have a fire within you. I find it fascinating.”

Feeling emboldened, she leaned closer, challenging the distance between them. “And what about you, Count? Are you afraid of what your own desires might lead you to?”

His expression darkened, a flicker of something unreadable passing through his eyes. “Fear is a powerful motivator,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. “But I prefer to embrace my desires, rather than shy away from them.”

Y/N felt an intoxicating rush of anticipation, the air between them charged with a mix of tension and unspoken truths. “So what do you desire right now?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I desire to know you,” he replied, his voice low and serious. “But more than that, I desire to possess the secrets you hold.”

Before she could respond, Dracula surged forward, capturing her lips with his own. The kiss was fervent and hungry, igniting a spark deep within her. She melted against him, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck as he deepened the kiss, pouring his essence into her.

In that moment, the world faded away, and all that remained was the intoxicating heat of his body against hers, the urgency of their connection. But just as she began to lose herself in him, he pulled back, leaving her breathless and longing for more.

Y/N’s heart raced, confusion and desire swirling within her. “Why did you stop?” she managed to breathe, her mind a whirlwind of emotions.

“Because,” he replied, his voice low and filled with an unsettling edge, “I’m not the only one who craves the taste of your secrets.”

Her breath caught in her throat as he leaned closer, brushing his lips against her neck in a way that sent shivers racing down her spine. “What are you doing?” she gasped, feeling a mixture of exhilaration and dread.

“I want to savor you,” he murmured, his lips teasingly close to her skin. “But we both know that once I do, there’s no turning back.”

Before she could protest, Dracula pressed his lips to her neck, his kiss sending waves of heat radiating through her body. She gasped, instinctively arching her back as a rush of pleasure mingled with the danger that lurked in the air.

In that moment of bliss, Y/N felt herself slipping away, lost in the intoxicating haze of their connection. But as her thoughts began to cloud, a sense of foreboding crept in. What was he doing?

Just as her resolve weakened, he sank his teeth into her neck, not with the brutal force of an attacker but with a deliberate, tantalizing precision. A sharp pain shot through her, followed by a warm rush that spread through her veins, blurring the line between pleasure and pain.

Y/N's vision swam, the room spinning as darkness edged at the corners of her consciousness. “Dracula,” she gasped, barely able to form the words as the world slipped away from her grasp.

And then, everything went black.

When Y/N awoke, the world around her felt foreign and disorienting.

What had happened? Her body felt heavy, a dull ache lingering in her neck as she sat up in bed.

Panic surged through her as memories of the night flooded back—Dracula, the kiss, his mouth on her neck. She gasped, hands flying to her throat, where she could still feel the phantom trace of his lips. But the more she tried to piece together the fragmented moments, the more elusive they became.

She swung her legs over the edge of the bed, her heart racing as she tried to regain her composure. Had it all been a dream? Or a dangerous reality she couldn’t quite grasp?

Pushing herself off the bed, Y/N stumbled to the bathroom, splashing cold water on her face in a futile attempt to shake off the remnants of sleep. The mirror reflected her wide, bewildered eyes, and she frowned at the reflection staring back.

But one question echoed louder than the others: Why couldn’t she remember everything?

As she dressed, fragments of the evening began to surface—Dracula’s smile, the way he teased her, the heat of his kiss. But along with those memories came an unsettling truth. The sensation of his mouth on her neck was not just a figment of her imagination; it felt all too real.

Why had he saved her? Why had he kissed her? And what had he done to her when she had blacked out?

Y/N shook her head, trying to clear the confusion. She needed answers, and she needed to see him again. The thought of confronting Dracula sent a shiver down her spine, mixing fear with an undeniable thrill.

As she prepared to leave her apartment, she glanced at the newspaper on her kitchen counter. The headline caught her eye—a new article about Lady Camilla Wentworth’s mysterious disappearance, the very woman whose locket Dracula had given her.

A wave of determination surged through her. If she was going to uncover the truth, she needed to dig deeper. She grabbed her coat and stepped out, the chill of the night air biting at her skin as she made her way toward the mansion.

She had questions for Dracula, and she intended to get answers, no matter what the cost.

As she approached his manor, the imposing structure loomed before her, dark and foreboding. She hesitated at the door, uncertainty gnawing at her gut. But a fire ignited within her, a desire to confront the enigmatic man who had left her breathless and bewildered.

With a deep breath, she knocked. The sound echoed in the stillness, her heart pounding in anticipation. Would he be waiting for her? Would he be angry? Or was there something more—something they had both felt, buried beneath the surface of their tangled emotions?

Moments later, the door creaked open, and there he stood. Dracula, tall, dark, and impossibly handsome, his presence commanding and magnetic.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice a low rumble that sent a thrill down her spine. “What brings you here at this hour?”

The air between them crackled with tension, and for a moment, she was speechless, lost in the depths of his gaze. But she quickly gathered her thoughts, steeling herself for the confrontation ahead.

“I need to talk to you,” she replied, her voice steady despite the storm of emotions within her.

“Come in,” he said, stepping aside to allow her passage.

As she entered the manor, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was stepping into a different world, one filled with shadows and secrets.

“About last night…” she began, but he held up a hand, interrupting her.

“Let’s not dwell on what transpired. It’s best left in the shadows,” he said, his tone serious, yet there was an unmistakable flicker of amusement in his eyes.

“Shadows are where I find the truth,” she countered, crossing her arms defiantly.

He chuckled softly, a low sound that sent a thrill through her. “You’re relentless, aren’t you? I admire that.”

She narrowed her eyes, not letting his charm sway her. “What did you do to me, Dracula? Why did you kiss me and then… disappear?”

His expression shifted, a glimmer of something darker flashing in his eyes. “You know very well that desire is a dangerous game.”

“But you were the one who started it,” she shot back, her frustration rising. “Why save me only to leave me in the dark?”

Dracula stepped closer, his gaze intense, almost predatory. “Perhaps I wanted to see how far your curiosity would lead you. You’re not like the others.”

Y/N felt her heart race as he closed the distance between them, the air thick with tension. “And what does that mean?”

“It means you’re intriguing, Y/N. You’re a puzzle I’m not sure I want to solve.”

“Or a secret you want to keep?” she challenged, her pulse quickening.

“Secrets can be both a burden and a delight,” he said, his voice low and sultry. “But it’s what lies beneath that truly matters.”

The tension between them hung heavy in the air, an unspoken understanding that sent shivers down her spine. Y/N was acutely aware of his presence, the heat radiating off him as he stepped closer, their bodies nearly touching.

“Tell me, what do you seek?” he asked, his voice a soft whisper that sent a thrill through her.

“Answers,” she replied, her heart racing.

“And what if the answers you seek lead to more questions?” Dracula’s gaze bore into hers, his intensity nearly overwhelming.

“What if the truth is more dangerous than the shadows?”

Y/N swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his words. “Then I’ll deal with it. I can’t just ignore what happened, what you did.”

“Ah, so you want to confront the darkness directly,” he mused, a smirk dancing at the corners of his lips. “You are truly brave—or perhaps foolish.”

“Maybe a little of both,” she retorted, emboldened by his teasing. “But I won’t shy away from the truth.”

His expression shifted slightly, a flicker of respect mingled with something more primal, something darker. “You are not afraid of the shadows,” he said softly. “But fear can be a useful companion.”

“Fear won’t stop me,” she replied, her voice steady. “Not when it comes to finding out who you are and what you want.”

Dracula stepped even closer, their faces mere inches apart. “And what if what I want is you?”

The words hung in the air like a charged current, and Y/N felt her breath catch in her throat. “You’re playing games, Count,” she managed to say, though her heart raced at his proximity.

“Games can lead to delightful outcomes,” he countered, a dangerous glint in his eye. “And there’s nothing more delightful than the taste of desire, wouldn’t you agree?”

Y/N’s pulse quickened, the tension between them thickening as she searched his face for any hint of sincerity. “Is that all you see me as? A game?”

He leaned in closer, his voice barely a whisper. “You are a mystery, Y/N—a delicious puzzle that I cannot resist. But there are depths to me that you cannot fathom.”

Her breath caught at the intimacy of his words, the way they danced around her senses like a siren’s song. “What do you mean?”

“I mean that my world is filled with shadows, and I don’t always know how to navigate them myself.”

“What are you afraid of?” she asked, the challenge slipping from her lips before she could stop it.

“Fear is a luxury I can’t afford,” he said, his expression darkening. “But desire? That’s something I can indulge in.”

Before she could respond, he reached out, brushing a finger against her cheek in a way that sent electricity coursing through her. “Do you still wish to pursue the truth?”

“Yes,” she said, her voice steady, though her heart raced with uncertainty. “But I need you to be honest with me.”

Dracula’s gaze searched hers, the weight of his stare making her pulse race. “Honesty is not a currency I often trade in. But for you, I might make an exception.”

“Then tell me,” she pressed, “what happened last night? Why did you kiss me, and why did I black out?”

His expression grew serious, and for a moment, it seemed as if he might reveal something genuine. “What transpired was… complicated.”

“Complicated how?”

“It is not merely the act of kissing. It is what lies beyond—a connection that transcends the physical.”

Y/N’s heart raced. “A connection?”

“Yes,” he said, his voice low and intense. “But it is a bond that carries weight, one that can bind us together or tear us apart.”

“Are you saying you feel something for me?” she asked, barely able to keep her voice steady.

Dracula’s gaze hardened. “Feelings are dangerous in my world. They can lead to attachment, vulnerability, and ultimately—loss.”

“But what if those feelings are worth exploring?”

“Exploring can lead to suffering,” he replied, his voice a husky whisper that sent shivers through her. “I have lost more than you can imagine, and I do not wish to lose again.”

Y/N felt a pang of empathy, but also frustration. “You can’t keep me at arm’s length forever, Dracula. I deserve to know what I mean to you.”

“You mean to me a great many things,” he said, his tone shifting, growing more intense. “But it is not simple, Y/N. It is fraught with danger, a perilous path lined with thorns.”

“I’m not afraid,” she insisted, stepping closer. “I want to understand. I want to know the man behind the shadows.”

Dracula’s expression softened for a brief moment, a flicker of vulnerability crossing his features. “What you see is but a fragment of who I am. I am not merely a monster lurking in the dark. I am a man—one who has been shaped by the scars of his past.”

“And I want to know your scars,” she said, her voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions within her. “I want to help you heal.”

For a heartbeat, he studied her, his gaze penetrating. “Healing is not always a choice, Y/N. Sometimes, it’s a consequence of facing truths we aren’t ready to accept.”

“Then help me face those truths,” she pleaded, desperation creeping into her voice. “I’m here, Count. I want to be part of your world, even if it means facing danger.”

He stepped closer, the heat radiating from his body enveloping her. “You are brave, Y/N, but bravery can lead to recklessness.”

“Maybe,” she conceded, “but I’d rather be reckless than live in fear of the unknown.”

Dracula hesitated, the air between them thick with tension. “And what if the unknown leads to suffering?”

“I’ll take that risk,” she said fiercely.

With a low chuckle, he tilted his head, the shadows playing across his features in a way that made him look both regal and dangerous. “You’re infuriatingly stubborn, you know that?”

“Stubbornness has its advantages,” she replied, her heart racing.

“I suppose it does,” he said, stepping back slightly, giving her space yet holding her gaze captive. “But you must understand, desire can be a double-edged sword.”

“I understand,” she said, holding his gaze, unflinching. “But I’m willing to embrace it. I’m willing to embrace you.”

Dracula’s expression softened momentarily, a flicker of something genuine shining through the darkness. “Then perhaps we are both playing a dangerous game.”

With that, he leaned in, capturing her lips once more in a passionate kiss that ignited the air around them. Y/N melted against him, surrendering to the heat and desire that coursed between them.

But as their kiss deepened, a sudden realization pierced through the haze of passion—this was more than just a game for her. She wanted him, and she wanted to uncover the depths of his soul.

As they broke apart, breathless, Y/N searched his eyes, looking for answers. “So, what now?”

“Now,” he replied, his breath mingling with hers, “we navigate the shadows together.”

The promise of danger hung in the air as they stood there, hearts racing, both aware that this was just the beginning of a journey fraught with uncertainty and desire.

With a sense of exhilaration and trepidation, Y/N took a step forward, embracing the unknown that lay ahead. She had chosen her path, and there was no turning back now.

In that moment, she knew one thing for certain: her life would never be the same again.

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

THE LORD OF ALL VAMPIRES AT HIS MOST OBSCENE -- FORSAKEN BY GOD HIMSELF.

PIC(S) INFO: Spotlight on promotional shots for Dracula, monstrous, inhuman, an aberration of his former Christian past, from McFarlane's Monsters Series 1, released by McFarlane Toys in April 2002.

BRAND: McFarlane's Monsters

GENRE: Horror & Fantasy

PRODUCT TYPE: Action Figure

SERIES: McFarlane's Monsters

Sources: www.dreamfair.com/post/1005243.html & https://mcfarlane.com/toys/dracula.