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Christopher Lee as Count Dracula in Horror of Dracula (1958)
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Christopher Lee in Horror of Dracula (1958)
#horror of dracula#dracula 1958#christopher lee#1950s horror#1950s movies#1958#terence fisher#hammer films#hammer horror
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Dracula (1958) dir. Terence Fisher
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vamps: bela lugosi’s dead
#my videos#vampires#the vampire lovers#dracula#dracula 1931#dracula 1958#bram stocker's dracula#a girl walks home alone at night#interview with the vampire#iwtv#vampyr#vampyr 1932#draculas daughter#daughters of darkness#vamp#vamp 1986
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vol. 1 of my horror picmixes
featuring dracula 1958, father karras, and of course ripley. these are an art form riiiight??
#horror#vintage horror#picmix#dracula 1958#the exorcist#alien 1979#my faves not in order and i need to make MORE#kind of addicted to making them
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This has definitely been done before but it's ok because they made like 7 of these films so what hasn't been done before
#my art#dracula#dracula 1958#christopher lee#peter cushing#hammer horror#Dracula films#hammer dracula#Van Helsing#vancula#hammer husbands#dracula memes#Ye know like i lost it when i found theyd made 7 of these after learning they made like what 8 chuckys???#I have absolutely 0 horror genre exposure and i had NO IDEA horror films of all eras just. Did that.#Like my word..... That is more increments than a bbc series
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I can’t find the post now (or was it a comment?) where someone talked about how in the Horror Of Dracula (1958) Dracula’s trying to replace his dead bride. He first goes the revenge route by pursuing the girlfriend of the hunter who staked his bride, and then wife of the man who helped off his replacement bride. In the climax of the film, Dracula tried to turn Van Helsing.
This is important to note as the turned vampire hunter from earlier was treated hostilely and abandoned - not to mention turned by the original bride. Considering Dracula had been keeping tabs on things, he’d have to know about Van Helsing’s role in things, and yet, when he attempted to turn him, it didn’t seem to be in anger.
He went from survival mode to, “huh, wait a minute, maybe it’s time for a husband.”
#Horror Of Dracula#Dracula 1958#Vancula#I’ve just started the Hammer Horror Dracula series#but I’m intrigued by this ship#only in this version though#Christopher Lee & Peter Cushing just have the chemistry
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How successful would Abraham Van Helsing…
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#could they be a pro wrestler#abraham van helsing#Dracula#van helsing#dracula 2020#dracula 2013#dracula 1931#dracula 1992#dracula 1897#dracula 1958#bram stoker#bram stocker's dracula#vampire#vampire movies#vampire hunter#dracula book#dracula bram stoker#dracula novel#tumblr polls#polls#character polls#fandom polls#wrestling#poll time#wrestling polls#poll game#hyper specific poll#wwe#professional wrestling#pro wrestling
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Horror movies of 1966
#horror#horror movies#horror movie#movie#movies#gifs#gif#horror gif#horror gifs#my gif post#my gif#my gifs#horror movie gif#horror movie gifs#60s horror#60s horror movies#Dracula#dracula prince of darkness#dracula 1958#the she beast#manos the hands of fate#seconds 1966#the reptile 1966#carry on screaming#incubus#Queen of blood#the plague of the zombies#blood bath#blood bath 1966#incubus 1966
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Watercolor and Daisie
warning : fluff, mutual feelings, comfort, tiny angst, older man younger women, no use of Y/N, reader is female
Van Helsing x fem!reader
Summary : It was just supposed to be a quick purchase for his watercolours. But when he sees the lovely saleswoman, as pretty and innocent as a Daisie. But the tables turn as night falls and he fears for his flower.
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It was a coincidental encounter in the big city, but it was an encounter that would change the lives of both of them. London is one of the great cities of the world - risky, loud, modern and full of people and mysteries.
Whether Jack The Ripper or just the moving shadows, they all found their place in London. Also a creature of immortality, of bloodthirst of which only a handful of people knew. Dr. Van Helsing was one of them.
The vampire hunter with his dark coat, the expensive fur collar and the white shirt, which was set off by his dark blood-red vest. A handsome, engaging, perhaps mysterious man. A man with many sides, his good kind ones and his strong ones like his will.
He was firmly convinced that he would send the creature back to hell. Eliminating the threat of London. His way led him through the streets of London the lanterns were not yet lit and yet the sun was slowly setting in the sky.
It bathed the city in a golden colour and illuminated everything like a canvas on which the colours spread. In it he moved purposefully towards the small art shop where he hoped to get new colours. His last painting, a small farm with a cow and blue flowers, had used more paint than he had intended.
Letting his gaze wander through the street, only a handful of people came towards him, most of them staying indoors at an increasingly late hour. But he knew that the more time that passed, the better it would be for Dracula.
Shaking his head slightly as he thought again of the horrors he had encountered, he tried to focus back on his colours. Reaching the shop after a few moments and stepping inside, the small silver bell sounded its announcement.
A more rustic shop appeared, finely crafted wooden shelves and dark velvet curtains together with the chandelier created a pleasant atmosphere. His bright blue eyes travelled around the shop and landed on the various smaller golden signs.
The various art materials were written in fine script. ,,Sir, can I help you?" a female voice sounded and his attention went to the young woman standing behind the counter.
She herself was looking up from a smaller canvas standing next to her, which appeared to be the one she had been painting a few minutes ago. ,,I'm looking for watercolours, Miss," he replied, giving her a gentle smile as she nodded and walked around the counter. He knew she didn't have to, but apparently she valued customer service.
Walking over to him and making a welcoming motion, she led him past the marked shelves before they arrived in front of the watercolour section. ,,Thank you, my dear," he said gratefully, giving her a grateful, almost knowing look as she stopped in front of him for almost a moment too long.
Her eyes were on him for a moment almost too long, running over him and hardening on his leather gloves for a moment too long. ,,You're welcome to call me if you need any help," she said hastily, giving him one last friendly look as she headed back to her counter. Running his fingers over some of the products, he picked out the colours he needed and went back to her, satisfied.
He saw her smile effusively at him and he couldn't help but compare her to a pretty Daisie. The pretty and innocent, pure white petals and the bright cheerful yellow inside.
She was cute, he thought. ,,I hope you found everything?" she asked as she put the items into a small bag and accepted the money he had taken from his wallet. ,,Yes I did, thank you, you have a really nice shop Miss, I will definitely come to you again," he said goodbye and took the bag.
He briefly saw sadness flash in her eyes as he turned away. Walking to the door, however, he stopped in the doorway and turned to her once more. ,,What time do you close?" he asked more seriously and with a hint of concern.
She looked surprised for a moment and replied cautiously, ,,At nine o'clock at night. Do you want to come here again?" she asked but saw his brief shake of the head before he gave her a reassuring look.
Tried to ease the worry he had caused her and was relieved that it worked before he closed the door behind him and disappeared into the dark streets. Time had passed faster than he had thought, the sun had disappeared in the sky and he could already see the moon slowly rising.
Putting the small bag in his dark leather doctor's bag and already a few streets away from the shop he saw that he had forgotten his wallet. It seems I have to go to the lovely Daisie he thought and turned around to walk back towards the shop.
He had only gone a few metres when he heard a scream, bright and feminine. Immediately he felt his intuition. Told him it had to do with her. Running back the way he came as fast as he could, he reached into his pocket and felt the cross in his fingers before continuing down the path.
To his worry, he saw that the door was hanging by its hinges, almost as if someone or something had ripped it out. But he knew exactly who it was, knew what monster would be in the shop. ,,Get away from her, you monster!" he demanded, raising his cross in front of him as he stormed into the shop.
He saw Dracula bending over the woman's body, her hands pressed against his chest as she tried to free herself from the monster. It was clear that she had not succeeded, but what worried him was the blood hanging from the monster's mouth.
Dracula hissed at him, but the deepest night had not yet fallen. Van Helsing saw the godless creature looking out and then trying to escape the cross.
He was several woods and colours after the vampire hunter before the vampire fled out the door and into the night. Van Helisng rushed after him but as he looked out he realised he would not catch him. A painfully frightened sound pulled him back to the woman.
He saw her trying to hold herself upright against one of the cupboards and not fall over because of the lack of blood. ,,Calm down my dear, everything will be alright" he told her but saw only a faint tired look before he gently and carefully as possible took her and lifted her up in bridal style. ,,Do you have your quarters here too?" he asked her, concern in his blue eyes as he saw her blood flowing lightly down her neck, covering both her clothes and the floor.
She looked more emaciated, more tired and weaker yet still lovely carefully he put two fingers to her neck. A weak but steady pulse he noted mentally before he heard her whisper, ,,In the back room, the stairs" she said so softly he was afraid she would die of blood loss. Looking around with her in his arms he saw the door she was talking about.
He saw that the room around the stairs was used for storage but the steel stairs lead up. ,,We're almost there my dear," he murmured and closed the door behind him before he began to walk up the stairs, careful not to bump into her. Walking up the stairs he found himself in a small but pretty flat.
The walls were covered with pictures of every kind - small, big, round - everything was there. Going to her bed and gently putting her down, he immediately took care of her. Opening his bag and taking out the hand pump, he looked around for a bowl of water.
Finding it only moments later, he washed his hands but kept his gaze on her. He was afraid she might faint. Even though her eyes were closed, he saw that she was still there, with him.
Pulling out a chair next to her bed and sitting down on it, he grabbed a simple white cloth at the same time. ,,Don't be alarmed," he said reassuringly and dabbed away the slightly liquid blood still flowing from the wound with the cloth.
He saw her wince in pain and soothingly stroked her slightly trembling one with his free hand. ,,I'm here, everything will be all right, Miss," he said and dabbed the cloth in alcohol he had in his pocket over the wound, ,,Shhh, don't, but everything will be all right," he admonished himself lovingly and continued to stroke her hand, trying to take away the pain as best he could. Before he had cleaned and stopped most of the blood with the cloth.
Reaching into his pocket again he took out the pump and desinfected the two needles at the ends. ,,S-Sir I-I what was that creature?" she murmured, watching her fingers tremble with fear and her eyes show fear.
Fear that she was corrupted by the evil that could haunt her, had haunted her and was only prevented by him. The handsome stranger she didn't even know the name of.
Soothingly stroking her fingers, trying to give her his warmth, he replied, ,,A vampire my pretty a godless creature of the night. A creature that feeds on the blood of the living". Saw her close her eyes for a moment in fear, processing the information she had received from him.
Seeming overwhelmed and yet somehow understanding that it was not human, a creature of evil. ,,Thank you...so much," she thanked him and tried to sit up but was gently pushed back onto the bed by the older man. ,,It wasn't just my duty to help such a beautiful, talented woman has to be helped," he said with a smile and pointed to the various pictures hanging in the room.
He saw the little smile that came to her lips as she watched her work and was pleased that he acknowledged her paintings, praised and appreciated them. She hardly noticed the picks that followed as he stuck the needles of the pumps into her arm, she was too busy talking about her artwork.
The different methods she used from watercolour to oil and aquarelle, even pastel chalk could be found in some of her works. As his blood ran into her bloodstream, he watched her, listening to her excited and full of life despite her condition.
As he watched his blood flow into hers through the two rubber tubes, he couldn't help but feel a slight warmth on his cheeks. The gesture had a certain intimacy that he had only just begun to feel.
A few minutes later, he gently took the needles out of his arm and hers and pressed a cloth on her wound until it stopped bleeding before doing the same to himself. ,,You should rest for a few more days and you will regain your strength," he ordered and gradually packed his things carefully and gently. He saw how she seemed to realise what this meant and would have disappeared long ago.
But when he suddenly felt her gentle fingers on his, he paused and saw her look full of pleading as she asked, ,,But I am so terribly afraid, can't you stay with me until tomorrow?". He looked at the ticking clock on the wall, there were still a few hours until the safe morning. Besides, a gentleman would never leave a woman in need, especially not a pretty flower.
Putting his bag aside and wrapping his warm fingers around hers, he pointed to a small landscape painting. ,,Did you paint this?" he asked the obvoius, pleased that she immediately responded. Like a pretty flower in bloom, she excitedly told him about the painting and how she had been on holiday in the Alps.
She had seen them and it was so beautiful. But that's how they spent the next few hours, talking about her paintings and little trips she saved up for and sold the rest of her paintings with a heavy heart.
In return he told her with joy about his researches, his journeys and his fights. Was only more pleased that she found it fascinating how he worked and with what.
By the end of the night, as the clocks chimed again and again, she had fallen asleep in his arms, even snuggling lightly against him as he still gently stroked her fingers and watched her sleeping still form. Knowing that he now had more than one reason to come back to her shop and not only for colour. Perhaps also for the reason of love.
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@villainsidechick and @fanfic-she-wrote I thought you two might wanna read it since you two seems to be the only ones here that are blogging/writing/posting for Peter Cushing and his charcters
#dracula 1958#peter cushing#van helsing#van helsing x reader#dracula#vampire#reader is female#no use of y/n
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Which version of this do you prefer?
#another thing where there's so many versions it may get multiple polls#polls#tumblr polls#adaptation polls#dracula#dracula novel#dracula 1931#dracula 1958#hammer dracula#bram stoker's dracula#dracula 2020#dracula bbc#bram stoker#francis ford coppola#tod browning#hammer horror#terence fisher#vampire media#vampires#horror#horror films#horror tv#horror books#books#tv shows#films#plays#theater
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Peter Cushing in Horror of Dracula (1958)
#well. thoughts are being thunk i must say#peter cushing#horroredit#horrorfilmgifs#dracula 1958#horror of dracula#filmedit#hammer horror#terence fisher#50s horror#mine#my gifs
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Christopher Lee in Horror of Dracula (1958)
#horror of dracula#dracula 1958#christopher lee#1950s horror#1950s movies#1958#terence fisher#hammer films#hammer horror
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Dracula (1958) dir. Terence Fisher
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Van Helsing throttlage nation rise 😎
#i swear i’m so normal about him getting choked out#van helsing#lawrence van helsing#dracula 1958#hammer dracula#dracula#vancula#peter cushing#hammer horror#my art#hammer husbands#peter cushing whump
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