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        “ You know when that shark bites… 

                                   with his teeth, babe.

        SCARLET BILLOWS start to spread.

                                   Fancy gloves, oh, wears old MacHeath, babe.

        So there’s never, never a trace of RED. ”

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henlo...

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is this blog still active or going to be more active?

hello!

sorry, but lately i’ve been giving other blogs priority! i might return some day however! i still love drac a lot but my muse for him seems to be gone? i’ll be back when he comes back, which might be at any moment tbh. i’ll reblog a thing in a few minutes so you can keep track of where i have been on lately!

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countessericka‌:

Ericka watched her husband babble with a knowing smile. 

Dracula had always been so trusting with her, believing any fibs she told him without much push back — something she tried not to take advantage of too often — but Ericka was more conscious of what her beloved told her, and had always been able to tell if he was hiding something behind that nervous. toothy grin he wore.

Her attention turned back to the sea of guests, eyes trained on the table she had just left, one that was packed with men of varying ages, few of which had dates accompanying them that evening. Ericka rolled her eyes fondly; this was not the first time this had happened. 

She brought a hand up to brush away nonexistent crumbs from Drac’s lapel, eager to tease him a little for being so paranoid.

“The night has been rather long, hasn’t it?” She smiled. “So many guests to entertain this evening.” 

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       a frown settled itself upon his very features then, and he glanced away. ❝yes... to entertain,❞ he mumbled in agreement, though his smile weakened by the second. what was it with him and jealousy, honestly? he'd never known how to handle such a thing.        ❝do you really have to be that friendly?❞ he all but blurted out. ❝i mean -- not that it's a bad thing, honey, i just...❞ his head sunk further still between his shoulders. ❝uh... i don't...❞ he winced, jumpy, knowing more than well that he was sounding more than a bit possessive, which was something he'd never wanted to sound like.        ❝ugh.❞ a defeated sigh. he was making a fool of himself! or so his inner Vlad called him; he popped up from time to time in spite of how long ago his adolescent years had been. the idiotic thing.

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*boops nose*

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Take me to the moon, my love.

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        ❝i’ll do anything you ask me for, my darling.❞

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Island Beskids, Poland

Karol Majewski photography: tumblr / flickr

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give me the sweet nana juice...

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pee is stored... in the balls

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erickadracula‌:

  Yéndose hacia un rincón, en cuclillas mientras se abrazaba las piernas, sentía como un escalofrío recorría su espina dorsal. Temblaba sin poder mantenerse quieta o articular alguna palabra, el miedo era más grande que ella.

  Aquellas imágenes seguían tan nítidas en su cabeza. Estaba sola caminando en unas catacumbas, la luz era tan tenue que apenas podía vislumbrar sus pies y de pronto sintió una presencia, que la rodeaba, que la envolvía y sintió como la tomaban del cuello para estrangularla, abriendo sus ojos percibió que el recinto se hacía más claro y ella estaba rodeada de más seres de la noche.

  Regresando de esas visiones y escuchado al vampiro que la miraba con consternación y la llenaba de todo tipo de preguntas y sintiendo como se acercaba a ella, no pudo más que ponerse a llorar desconsoladamente.

  “La vi… ella estaba ahí,” dijo, castañeteando sus dientes y limpiando sus lágrimas lo más rápido que podía. “Y me quiso matar y tú solo te quedabas observando aquello con un rostro tan cruel, decías cosas tan dolorosas.”

  Al recordar eso sólo sentía como si le lacerarán su corazón. Era tal cual como ella los percibía antes de haber conocido a Drac, seres despreciables y crueles que disfrutaban del miedo y dolor de los humanos.

  “No puedo estar con esta incertidumbre, no puedo estar así contigo. Si ella regresara, seguro tú te irías con ella.”

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       el alto vampiro la observó a ella y a su ceñido lenguaje corporal; no se sentía seguro en cuanto a qué decirle, así que decidió quedarse callado por un largo momento, incluso cuando ella ya había terminado de hablar. ¿por qué tenía estos sueños? cosas incomprensibles, inseguridades de su mente, supuso, aunque no había tenido idea que ella había estado engendrando aquel desafortunado sentimiento de duda durante todo este tiempo.        fue entonces que silenciosamente se le acercó; arrodillándose a su lado para observarla aún mejor en la fría oscuridad de aquella habitación del hotel. ❝querida...❞ su voz, aunque usualmente áspera y un tanto desagradable, era de alguna forma suave y cálida en aquel momento de incertidumbre. su propio corazón se le partía al saber que era todo esto lo que ella sentía -- que él la abandonaría sin dudarlo.        ❝mi esposa... no volverá.❞ había sido duro de aceptar, pero así eran las cosas. ❝estoy contigo ahora, y eres mucho más de lo que posiblemente podría querer en una persona. yo...❞ ¿qué podría decir? su larga garganta se sentía terriblemente seca. tratando de tragar, le colocó un dedo bajo su mentón, pidiéndole sin palabras que lo mirara finalmente a los ojos. ❝tú eres mi mundo, Ericka. ¿lo sabes, verdad? eres mi Zing.❞        por favor no llores, le quería pedir. por favor no pienses estas cosas tan negativas. él jamas la lastimaría a propósito, ya sea física o emocionalmente; siempre la protegería, a ella y a su familia, eso es de seguro.

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       as soon as he saw her head over to where he was, Dracula's heart slightly squeezed with anxiety and he somewhat froze. his scowl turned into a doubt-filled grimace while she approached, and his shoulders raised and his posture hunched over even more than it already had been. however, he turned to face her, offering Ericka a tiny, nervous smile of his once she spoke up. oh, dear.        ❝oh, nothing -- nothing. i was just uh...❞ bright blue eyes flickered from the side back to her a couple of times. ❝it's been a long night, and i'm a little tired, is all.❞ would she buy it? probably not -- he'd never been good at lying. what was he worried about, really? this was all very silly of him.

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plotting call for drac! like / reblog this post and i’ll soon try to send you an IM to plot something out! MUTUALS ONLY, please! and feel free to like this more than once!

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happy halloween count barnacle-head

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        ❝barnacle head? yes… happy – Halloween.❞

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burglarbravery‌:

     Well, there were many things she wanted to know from his own accord, and not from stories her aunts and uncles would usually tell if the bat eyes work for once. It’s not like Mavis considered her own mother as a complete stranger, not at all, but there was still so much unknown about the woman.

     Perhaps the biggest question of all is one the young vampire will never get a proper answer to. Too personal and based on a lot of ‘what ifs’. “How… how was she like?” Piercing blue eyes glanced up to an equal yet older pair. There was a hint of sadness and curiosity in her look. “How did you two meet? You never told me the full story.”

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       head leaned back a little in surprise; Dracula had many things to tell his little daughter about his love, but he wasn't sure just yet of how ready he was to explain absolutely everything to her. It still hurt to even think about her at times. ❝well...❞ he glanced away thoughtfully, a corner of his lips turning upwards into a most soft smile.        ❝she was amazing -- independent. strong, and sweet; gentle. the true calm in my storm.❞ Martha had been the moonlight in his darkness, gently filling it with a much needed breather -- she had been the love of his life. the tall vampire glanced back down at her. ❝you're a lot like her and in many ways, you know.❞ that, she was. ❝but just like your dad, she could be a little too stubborn sometimes as well.❞        his head slightly cocked to the side. ❝we met... around three hundred years ago, in what is now Hawaii. i didn't see her until it was too late; crashed into her. she was very polite and nice to me, even then.❞

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Happy belated birthday, my darling Dracula! 💜 You're still as handsome as the day we met~

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       ❝thank you, darling. and you still look just as ravishing.❞