#dracula bbc

[black-ak9]

"Drink as much as you want

I'd like to join you but I don't drink ...wine."

[queerholmcs]

ii. blood vessel // bbc dracula (2020)

aka the most unhinged opening scene of all time.

[moremoveslessannouncements-blog]

Agatha: …. do you?

Dracula: wouldn’t you like to know?

[picspammer]

Claes Bang as Dracula

[darklinaforever]

I don't understand the problem people have with rewrites of Dracula that humanize him. Yes, Dracula in the original book is a pure representation of evil. But like Carmilla he is a fictional and almost mythological figure at this stage who evolves with the times. The myth of the vampire has changed, so it is logical that Dracula himself follows this model. The book will still exist, so what's the problem ? The same goes for offering him a romance, whether or not it is with a rewriting of the character of Mina or an another invented female character, or sometimes a woman linked to the Van helsing lineage, or even Van helsing changed directly into a woman !

Even Jonathan himself for exemple in order to explore a homosexuality or bisexuality in the story of Dracula ! Strangely I never see people revolting when Jonathan is placed as a romantic interest. I totally see where that's coming from, but the fact is that their relationship isn't good in the original material either.

As for the problem of Mina, a strong female character, apparently having her strong characteristics erased when she is made Dracula's lover... I don't agree.

After all, it all depends on how the thing is done. Yes, the Mina from the 1992 film is not the one from the book (which is far from being a flawless representation of a strong woman... Yes, for the time when the book was released, it works, but in our time modern era, there are flaws apparently, as with most works dating back a certain number of years), but she still remains a strong female character in her own way and morally ambiguous in this adaptation. It's just a different version. I particularly liked the version of Mina in the canceled series of 2013. These 3 versions of Mina are all strong women on different levels.

Don't make me say what I didn't say. I love the original version of Dracula, and I really hope one day to have a more or less faithful adaptation, but the rewritings of the characters of Dracula and Mina are not to be demonized. I also think that we will surely continue in the future to have versions where Mina and Dracula are associated together as lovers, as other times not. Maybe one day we'll even have a version with Dracula and Jonathan officially partnered as lovers. Who knows ? And everything will simply depend on the writing of the characters. On the other hand, yes, I am a little exasperated by the tendency to make Jonathan a character either bland or an asshole in certain adaptations. Give me the adorable Harker from the book for a change please... Anyway, these are my thoughts on the various adaptations of the Dracula myth !

[argyleheir]

Dracula’s signet ring (2020)

[greenisms]

~Upon arrival at the convent~

Dracula: RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA FANGS OUT DICK OUT! I'M GOING TO SCARE EVERYONE BECAUSE I'M BIG SCARY VAMPIRE

Agatha: Big scawy vampire? Want blood treat? Like a good little boy?

Dracula: Waitwaitwait-

[cabbi3]

silly funny vampire

[agir1ukn0w]

listen up freaks, I will enjoy my interpretations of Dracula as a truly monstrous creature representing disease and abuse and terror AND as a cunning, drop-dead gorgeous, bitchy sex god

[0nelittlebirdtoldme]

Speak your mind

Inspired by @perfectflowerdestiny's prompt and the Princess Mononoke scene <3

[poet-to-none]

Dracula and Jonathan (2020 BBC/Netflix

Series)

A collection of each and every image of Dracula and Jonathan gazing together like this. All I could possibly find. Because their terrifying, awe-inspiring relationship, from the moment they begin small talk to Dracula's proposal to Jonny have a kink grip on me. See the collection below the keep reading line, BECAUSE SPOILERS.

And Jonathan stayed and became his finest bride. The End. Happy honeymoon to them, happily hereafter to us the monster fuckers, and happy halloween, day fifteen.

[black-ak9]

"Blood and pain: my pleasure and specialty"

Return of my cynical, mischievous and sadistic Count Dracula version

Based on an OC fanart I saw from an artist named Lirain on pinterest

[queerholmcs]

ii. blood vessel // bbc dracula (2020)

[moremoveslessannouncements-blog]

Having way too much fun with these 🤣

[datbatrat]

This man is so and wtf? I'm actually inlove and obsessed.

[nocturnalnella]

Veil of Shadows. (Chapter I)

Word count : 903.

Warnings : None. (so far)

Pairing : Dracula x female reader.

Setting : Victorian London, 1889, amidst the backdrop of the Industrial Revolution and rising supernatural rumors.

Plot : You, an aspiring journalist, are investigating a series of mysterious disappearances linked to the upper echelons of society. During your research, you stumble upon an invitation to an exclusive gala hosted by the enigmatic Count Dracula, a recently arrived nobleman rumored to be both charming and dangerous.

Chapter I – Shadows of Curiosity.

The gaslights flickered in the damp London streets as you navigated the bustling crowd, your notebook clutched tightly in hand. Y/N, an aspiring journalist, had always been drawn to the stories hidden beneath the city’s surface, and the recent spate of mysterious disappearances had ignited a fierce determination within you.

You worked for a modest newspaper, yet your ambition pushed you to dig deeper. Each account of the missing—prominent figures from high society—had painted a chilling picture, and you felt compelled to uncover the truth behind their vanishing.

Whispers of a supernatural connection intertwined with the mundane, hinting at secrets lurking in the shadows of Victorian London.

As you delved into the investigation, you haunted the libraries, poring over records and old newspapers, each page revealing layers of intrigue.

The more you unearthed, the more unsettling the narrative became. It seemed the upper echelons of society were not only hiding their sins but also playing a part in the darkness that surrounded the disappearances.

Your late nights were filled with the rustle of parchment and the musty scent of forgotten stories. You had come across tales of a mysterious nobleman, Count Dracula, whose arrival in London coincided with the first disappearance. Lord Ashcombe, a well-respected member of Parliament, had vanished without a trace during a lavish soirée, his absence causing ripples of panic among the elite. Your research revealed a pattern; each missing person had been seen in the company of enigmatic figures at various high-society events. Rumours circulated that these figures were part of a secretive society rumoured to dabble in the occult, their gatherings filled with dark rituals and whispered incantations. You couldn’t shake the feeling that they were somehow connected to the Count, whose reputation was a tapestry of charm and danger a perfect enigma that both fascinated and terrified you.

One evening, as you combed through dusty tomes in a secluded corner of the library, a glimmer of gold caught your eye. A gilded invitation to an exclusive gala at the Count’s estate beckoned, promising a chance to uncover more than just rumours. Could this be the key to unlocking the mystery?

In your late-night research, you also stumbled upon a cryptic journal belonging to a long-deceased scholar. Its pages spoke of ancient curses and the allure of immortality, hinting at a dark legacy that echoed through generations. The scholar had mentioned a nobleman whose arrival would signal upheaval, drawing powerful figures into his orbit—an unnerving parallel to what was happening now. As the pieces began to fall into place, you felt a mix of exhilaration and dread. Could the Count truly be at the centre of this web of intrigue? Each clue added weight to the chilling realization that you were standing on the precipice of something far more dangerous than you had anticipated.

With a mix of excitement and trepidation, you resolved to attend, knowing that this gala could lead you closer to the answers you sought—or plunge you deeper into the darkness.

As you made your way home, the fog rolled in, shrouding the city in a thick veil. Your heartbeat quickened, not just from the chill in the air, but from the thrill of the unknown. You knew the path ahead would be treacherous, but you were not one to shy away from the shadows.

—

In the days leading up to the event, you transformed your modest lodgings into a flurry of activity. The dim light of your oil lamp illuminated the fabric swatches and fashion plates scattered across your small writing desk. You carefully selected an elegant gown from your limited wardrobe, a deep emerald silk that draped beautifully and accentuated your figure. The colour reminded you of the lush gardens that surrounded the grand estates of the wealthy—gardens where secrets might bloom as easily as roses.

As you stitched delicate lace to the sleeves, your mind wandered to the gala and the countless eyes that would be upon you. You envisioned yourself gliding through the crowd, a vision of poise and grace, but also determined to seek out the truth. You practiced your smile in the mirror, trying to exude both confidence and intrigue.

The final touch came as you adorned your hair with a simple but elegant arrangement of soft curls, pinned back with a jewelled comb that shimmered like stars. You imagined how the guests would gaze at you, intrigued by the mysterious newcomer.

You found an old leather-bound journal, its pages slightly yellowed with age. There, you began to jot down a few observations, notes on potential questions to ask and who might be worth your attention at the gala. Each word dripped with anticipation, a sense that this evening would alter the course of your investigation—and perhaps your life.

On the night of the gala, as you stood before the mirror, the reflection that stared back was not just a beautiful young lady but also a journalist a woman ready to face the darkness head-on. You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of your determination. With one last glance, you stepped out into the foggy night, ready to uncover the secrets that awaited you.

With determination etched on your face, you steeled yourself for the gala, knowing that the truth awaited—no matter how perilous the journey. The night loomed ahead, promising revelations that could change everything.