#dracula

[susanoois]

Alucard Era 🦇

[raelovesbowie]

I would draw this but I'm busy

Concept though, it's Nosferatu except he just wears a cowboy hat and has some wheat hanging out his mouth and occasionally goes line dancing

I know vampirism is often used as a metaphor for the drain of the aristocracy but I think it would be fun to have more vampire characters who were just some guy before they got turned. You seek out the most ancient vampire in existence and find out he was a 40 year old wheat farmer in ancient Mesopotamia when he was turned 7,000 years ago and he hasn’t been doing much since then.

[ambafaerie]

Castlevania ended with Dracula and Lisa on a bed content and at peace. Nocturne ended with Richter and Annette asleep content and at peace. Poetic cinema!

[aloof-cold-hands]

Some art from the Monster Hotel AU I did during October

[fungusamongusblog2]

[maegoorskeep]

this has me dead, girlies need to use the winx powers to win 😭

I think a fundamental difference between book Dracula and Nosferatu is how the protagonists work as a collective. In Dracula, they are the Scooby Gang (trusting, collaborative, polyamorous). In Nosferatu, they are the teens from an 80s slasher (suspicious, deceitful, jealous). The count can be defeated, but only the power of friendship can save Mina.

[marksbear2]

Vlad Dracula Tepes x Vampire male reader

⚠️Warnings!! Centuries on going situationship. Denial of love and feelings reader, internalized hatred and homophobia. Patient and yearning Dracula.⚠️

Shadows of Obsession

The moon hung heavy in the midnight sky, casting its pale light upon the vast expanse of Dracula's castle. A haunting silhouette stood on the balcony, gazing out over the horizon, his crimson eyes drinking in the landscape he had come to loathe. He was the ruler of night, the embodiment of death. Yet there was something that still gnawed at him, something buried deep within the recesses of his immortal heart.

Vlad Dracula Tepes, the lord of the night, stood alone. And yet, he wasn’t. He could feel you there, even without seeing you, your presence always on the periphery of his mind.

You had been his constant, a forbidden force, a contradiction to his every belief and yet, every desire. You were his obsession—the one thing he could not destroy, the one thing that both cursed and intrigued him.

You, the one who refused him.

His thoughts were always haunted by you, the one who had lingered in his life for centuries. You, the one who never fully surrendered to him.

The first time he'd laid eyes on you had been centuries ago, when you had both been nothing more than mere shadows drifting between realms of men and monsters. You had been so different from the others he had known, so defiant, so unyielding. You wore the darkness like a second skin, but there was something human in you still—a glimmer of weakness, a warmth he could not bear to acknowledge.

He had tried to claim you, to make you his in ways that were as inevitable as the turning of the earth. But each time, you resisted. You rejected him, rejected his love, his attention. Your pride was your armor. Your refusal was a wound to his ego.

You would disappear for years, sometimes centuries, only to find your way back to him, as though fate itself had conspired against you. He'd always find you in the shadows, always just on the cusp of reaching you. Your self-loathing matched his own, the bitter truth that no matter how far you went, you were drawn to him.

You were a vampire, bound by the same curse he carried, yet you were so different. You never wanted to belong to him. You couldn't. You couldn't allow yourself to be the object of his obsession, knowing the consequences of giving in to a love that was forbidden—one that could only destroy you both.

But still, the nights grew longer, and the connection between you deepened.

The memories were bitter, entwined in regret and yearning. A shared glance across the darkened halls of his castle. A fleeting touch on a cold, stone stairwell. His lips brushing against your ear as he whispered words of longing, of a love that could never fully bloom.

"You always return to me," Dracula's voice would echo in the silence of your shared moments. It was a statement, not a question, because he knew it was true. The truth cut deeper than any blade could.

You'd turn away, always pretending indifference. But inside, you were drowning in the turmoil of your own heart. What you felt for him was not love. Not entirely. It was something darker, something more dangerous—a love born from centuries of tangled threads, the very nature of your souls binding you in ways that defied reason.

"I can never be yours," you would say, words heavy with the pain of years spent denying him. "You are not what I want. You never were."

His jaw clenched, the sharp edge of his fangs glinting as his eyes flashed with a fury that only you seemed to draw from him. "And yet, you cannot escape me. We are bound, whether you wish it or not."

The silence that followed was thick with the weight of unsaid things. There were no answers. Only the pull of the inevitable, the sense of fate that had you both locked in an eternal struggle, torn between desire and the bitter realization that you could never be free.

"I do not want to be your companion," you spat out, each word laced with venom. "I do not want to be a part of your dark kingdom."

And yet, the years passed, and you returned. Every time, the same bitter refusal followed by the same pull of desire, each encounter more suffocating than the last. Each time, Dracula would wait in the shadows, as patient as ever, knowing that your resistance would only bring you back to him.

In the quiet moments, when the world seemed still, he would look at you and wonder if you truly hated him or if you simply hated yourself more for loving him. But he never asked. And you never told him.

"You will come to me again, as you always do," he would say softly, his gaze fixed on you. "This is your fate. Our fate."

And, despite yourself, you would.

THE END

[droltatzuentes]

DRACULA YOU ARE THE FATHER!

[susanoois]

thanks nocturne is definitely the ship i need to feed on in case of a renewal.

they are so hot!! 🦇🫦😍

[write-it-like-disaster]

Quite frankly, there should be a third arm labeled Bridget Regan.

[plasticatomz]

Can you draw Draculaura and count orlok

only for u bb 💖🖤

[noctilionoidea]

Brought my iPad on the train to Manhattan so I could draw the bloofer lady. Loved rendering this. I don’t know how accurate the dress here is, I was mainly just trying to keep the general shape language of 1890s fashion and contrast but not contradict the innocence of Lucy and the horror of the bloofer lady. Also i have a rule of thumb when drawing Lucy and that is she must be the frilliest woman ever.

[theholmwoodfoundation]

Ahead of our first recording block tomorrow, presenting our January painting for The Holmwood Foundation! Featuring Jonathan Harker 3rd, CEO, as voted for by our followers.

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[urgentkettle]

It is what Lucy would want

funniest part of dracula is 100% Mina inheriting her friend's polycule after she dies. like these three random himbos (or two himbos + jack seward if you want to slice it that way) just collectively announce they'll follow her to the ends of the earth after going through some spooky stuff together and she's like "damn ok, i already have a loving husband but i guess it's what Lucy would want"

[mysharona1987]