#dracula factory

[mariebearbear]

A doodle for sciptember of last year I chose scp-2191 the dracula factory.

[ibarkatpeoplewoofwoofbitch]

People I'd think that'd love the eraserhead baby

Number 1:jason vorhees and his mom

Cmon shed kill for jason. And jason wouldn't kill him.

They'd love the eraserhead baby. Honestly probably because everything they deem as "ugly" they find awesome.

Luda may IS SO SWEET.

Michael myers mom. She'd be scared at first but she'd love it like her own.

Can't tell me he wouldnt

She'd got that motherly love

He's a gentle giant

Nice gramps

[mmehrunesraz0r]

[meant2beast]

lady godwin x the final pam

i need to see them

[brokehorrorfan]

Dracula 2000 will be released on Blu-ray on May 14 via Scream Factory. The 2000 action-horror movie is produced by master of horror Wes Craven.

Patrick Lussier (My Bloody Valentine, Drive Angry) directs from a script by Joel Soisson (Piranha 3DD, Trick or Treat). Gerard Butler, Christopher Plummer, Jonny Lee Miller, Justine Waddell, Omar Epps, Colleen Fitzpatrick, Jeri Ryan, and Jennifer Esposito star.

Dracula 2000 has been newly scanned in 4K from the original camera negative, approved by Lussier. Special features are listed below.

Special features:

Audio commentary by film critics Emily Higgins and Billy Dunham (new)

Audio commentary by director Patrick Lussier and writer Joel Soisson

Interview with director/editor Patrick Lussier (new)

Interview with production designer Carol Spier (new)

Interview with composer Marco Beltrami (new)

Deleted & extended scenes with optional audio commentary

Behind-the-scenes featurette

Auditions

Theatrical trailer

When a team of techno-savvy thieves breaks into a high-security vault, they don’t discover priceless works of art … they find a crypt unopened for 100 years! Suddenly, the ancient terror of Dracula (Gerard Butler) is unleashed, and his first destination is the city of New Orleans – a place where he feels right at home. Not far behind is a vampire hunter (Jonny Lee Miller) determined to save a young woman (Justine Waddell) with whom Dracula shares a dark legacy.

Pre-order Dracula 2000.

[zincbotted]

some people be saying the most batshit insane shit abt travis mcelroy

[4typercent]

The Sick New World schedule is finally out!

Who are you excited to see?

I may be spending the day at the Gold Stage and the Red Stage. I'm choosing to miss Sleep Token because I'm seeing them in Montreal in May, but it breaks my heart...

[backcovergirl]

Ad for the Bram Stoker’s Dracula Collection from Factory X in Fangoria Volume 1 Issue 212 (May 2002)

[anthrofiend]

New arrival! Another addition to my Hammer vampire collection, being their only collaboration with the Shaw Brothers, and their only Dracula movie not starring Christopher Lee!

[dfilms]

The Mouse Factory, 1972

[origami-trust]

Mina, listening through Dracula's ears: I guess he's still on a boat. Dracula, listening through Mina's ears: I guess she's still at the kukri sharpening factory.

[bitterkarella]

Midnight Pals: The Halloween Factory 3

Bradbury: you! ape! clown! cenobite! frankenstein! wolf man! italian! Bradbury: why do you wear those costumes? King: well, it's halloween, ray, you see- Bradbury: no YOU do not see Bradbury: do not see the magic, the mystery, the wonder Bradbury: of halloween!

Bradbury: the calendar has many days but only one halloween! Bradbury: can it be that you've forgotten? forgotten the magic? King: ray, what are you talking about Bradbury: he's forgotten! forgotten!

Bradbury: you! clown! do you know why you dress like that? King: ah well, see, for halloween i thought i would be my own original character and Bradbury: cenobite! do you know why you dress like that? Barker: cuz it's fucking hot

Bradbury: and you! italian! why do you wear those colors? Lovecraft: u-uh well the green represents pesto and the white is parmesan and the red Bradbury: none of you know! none of you know!

Poe: ray what are you talking about Bradbury: none of you know Bradbury the true meaning of halloween! Bradbury: but tonight Bradbury: oh my friends Bradbury: tonight you will learn Bradbury: for learning the true meaning of halloween Bradbury: is the only way to save your friend

Bradbury: for learning the true meaning of halloween Bradbury: is the only way to save your friend King: dean! what happened to dean? King: was it those bullies from clarion west? King: i swear, if they harm one hair on dean's head--!

Bradbury: no, clown, it is not clarion west behind it this time Bradbury: your dean was whisked away by Bradbury: by Bradbury: look the important thing is you're all gonna learn the haunted history of halloween tonight Lisa Morton: but i already know- Bradbury: NO YOU DON'T

Lisa Morton: see, halloween actually began as the pagan harvest festival of samhain- Bradbury: NO it began as a celebration of childhood whimsy and freckle-faced mischief! Bradbury: your history has no place here!

Bradbury: come! come with me! Bradbury: we'll return to the beginning! Bradbury: to the very first halloween! King: you can't mean- Bradbury: that's right! Bradbury: back 2000 years! Bradbury: to a little manger in bethlehem Bradbury: to witness the birth of dracula!

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

ROSE: The core appeal of Willy Wonka is that he is a nigh-omnipotent maniac who uses his near-limitless powers over reality to trick shitty people into killing themselves.

JOHN: “wonka” again?

ROSE: Absolutely “Wonka” again. You cannot make him the protagonist of a whimsical coming-of-age tale; you have to treat him like Jason Voorhees, or Dracula, or any other horror icon.

JOHN: not entirely a train of thought i’ve ever had about willy wonka, but i can see what you mean. he’s kind of like the god of the chocolate factory. that’s, like, his realm.

ROSE: Exactly. All the audiences want is for him to be given some new victims, some new interesting kills, and to set him loose.

[greypistacchio]

Tumblr 2022: I can't believe how oblivious our friend Jonathan is to the Count being, y'kno, tHE Dracula! Like! Jonathan how are you not seeing this tour of the red flag factory!

Meanwhile, Jonathan on his literal third day (night) around the Count:

[imnotavamp1r3]

🎀☆ Songs that remind me of my favourite characters! ☆🎀

☆ Draculaura (Monster High):

Here's To Never Growing Up - Avril Lavigne Girlfriend - Avril Lavigne Runaway - Avril Lavigne Doki Doki Morning - Babymetal Gimme Chocolate - Babymetal Headbanger - Babymetal Makeup Bag - Ayesha Erotica Decode - Paramore Looking Glass - The Birthday Massacre Play Destroy - Poppy X - Poppy Count Dracula Kid! - Snow White's Poison Bite Vampire Girl - Misfits

☆ Drusilla (Buffy the Vampire Slayer):

A Lady - Tally Hall Doll Parts - Hole Glued - Melanie Martinez Petals - Hole You're So Dark - Arctic Monkeys Maggot - Elita Pretty When You Cry - Lana Del Rey Sad Girl - Lana Del Rey Sullen Girl - Fiona Apple Ultraviolence - Lana Del Rey

☆ Sadako Yamamura (Ringu):

Her - Poppy My Bones - The Pretty Reckless Only You - The Pretty Reckless Shallow Grave - The Birthday Massacre Under the Water - The Pretty Reckless Church Outfit - Poppy Dig Up Her Bones - Misfits I Disagree - Poppy So Mean - Poppy Starring Role - Marina

☆ Jennifer Check (Jennifer's Body):

Hot - Avril Lavigne Jennifer's Body - Hole Violet - Hole How to be a Heartbreaker - Marina Carmen - Lana Del Rey Pretty When You Cry - Lana Del Rey Dead! - My Chemical Romance Factory Girl - The Pretty Reckless Goin' Down - The Pretty Reckless Misery Business - Paramore Teenage Whore - Hole She Was a Teenage Zombie - Murderdolls Teenagers - Hayley Williams

That's it, byeeeee!!

[lostbetweenvampiresandmusic]

Oceans of time

One night, Laddie asks David how he became a vampire. The tale that he tells is one of love and betrayal and a hurt he could never quite overcome.

A Dracula A/U

Part 2 Part 3

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"How did you become a vampire?"

Laddie laid in his bed, his old stuffed teddybear held tightly in his arms. David looked up from where he was sitting, not responding. The cave was silent. Dwayne, Marko, and Paul had gone out to feed, leaving David with what he called 'baby-sitting duties'. Not that he truly minded it, no. Laddie was - as far as kids go - a good one. He listened, he didn't lie, and he obeyed the rules. Now, however, Laddie had decided not to. Maybe it was because of the warmth of the cave, the summer-heat still caught in its walls. Maybe it was because he had too much sugar that evening, or maybe it was because he was just not tired. No matter the why, David needed to answer, or else the kid might never shut up.

"Why do you ask?"

Laddie shrugged. "I'm just curious."

David couldn't help but grin, shaking his head. "You need to sleep."

"I won't be able to until you tell me. Please, David? Please!"

David sighed, looking at the kid. "Fine. But don't expect a happy story. It isn't."

Still, Laddie smiled. He moved over, laying closer to the wall so there was enough space for David to sit comfortably. "If it gets too sad, Mr. Teddy will cheer you up. He always cheers me up when I'm sad."

"No need," David looked at the stuffed animal - or what was left of it. He supposed the bear was once a light brown colour, but now it was closer to grey. He really had no desire to come close to that thing. "It was a long time ago. There were six of us."

"Who are the other two?"

"Don't interrupt me, or I won't tell you a thing."

Laddie nodded, zipping his mouth close.

July 1897, Santa Carla

"Will you be careful out there?" The young girl asked, sitting next to a phonograph. The song - well, it was hardly that, it was more white noise than music - played quietly. David looked at the girl. Her glasses lay on the table, and just by the way she held her head in her arms, he could tell she was dealing with yet another headache.

"You know I will be. I've got a reason to come back. You wouldn't last a day without me."

A small smile played on the girls lips. "It's not my fault that we can't afford the right glasses."

"Nor is it mine. I'll try and bring some fruit with me today, alright? And if possibke ill try and get some new glasses to try. Maybe we'll be lucky this time. "

"David? Please tell your boys to be careful too - and tell them to come home? I do miss their company."

He sighed, giving his sister a soft kiss on her forehead. What she called home was nothing more than a small kitchen, an even smaller bathroom, and just a single bedroom. There was hardly enough space for the two of them, but somehow, she swore she could make it work for their little makeshift family.

"No need to worry about that, Mia. I'll be back before dark."

With those words, David left the house. The sun was still rising. He knew it would be a long day. His - no matter if you called them friends, gang, crew or something else, it never felt quite right - brothers and he had taken to a life of petty crime. Sure, a couple years back, they had tried to do honest work, working in the factory or the coal mines, but eventually, they all realised that they did shitty work for even shittier pay. So now they stole, gambled a bit here and there. They had a benefactor, a man willing to pay them for their crimes. Steal some papers from the governor, plant some evidence at the pub - whatever Mr. Max demanded, they'd do. He paid well, and that's exactly what they needed. They did what they could to survive, and this definitely helped.

They were good at that, surviving. Quick on their feet, changing plans on the spot, being able to predict outcomes - they were good. They'd managed to stay out of the hands of law enforcement, and the one time they did end up in jail, their good friend Lucinda was quick to break them out. She called it paying bail, but they didn't really care about the technicalities,

"Have you heard? There's a shipwreck down by the beach. If we're quick, we can see if there's some loot." Paul grinned as he showed that mornings newspaper. They'd met up down the harbour. Marko had stolen some bread and shared it with the boys. David sat on one of the crates while Dwayne scanned the crowds. Early mornings meant drunk people stumbling over the docks, trying to make their way home. They were easy targets and often wouldn't even remember what they'd been robbed off.

"What kind of ship?" Marko took the paper, looking at the photograph. "Seems quite big. Could be something." He showed the picture to the others, not bothering with the specifics of the article.

"Won't any survivors come knocking?" Dwayne looked at Paul, who just grinned. "Nope! There were no survivors. That's what they say anyway. Only a dog that ran off, the second the ship stranded."

"We should check it out," David nodded, following Paul to the beach. It wasn't often that a shipwreck ended up on their beach. Ships like these would carry cargo, and possibly something that was worth a fortune.

As promised, there was a shipwreck on the beach. The whole thing was broken apart, as if something unnatural had ripped the wooden boards away from each other. If they hadn't been told that it had been a ship, David was certain they would not have recognised it as such. As they moved through the ship, exploring what was left of the now empty rooms, they came to two conclusions.

One: There was nothing to loot. Two: There were some very strange marks on the doors and walls. As if someone had tried to fight something off.

"There's nothing here," Marko spoke up after they sweeped the place. "We should go, maybe Max has something for us."

With the uneasiness they felt on the ship, none of the boys were too saddened to leave. There was something off with this place, and none of them wanted to find out what it was exactly.

As they met up with Max, outside the hospital, David realised that this was indeed going to be a long day.

"Sorry boys, nothing new today." Max was about to turn around, entering the hospital again, when David spoke up.

"Seriously? It's been six days. We need some fucking money."

"You better watch your tone," the man gave him a stern look, "there many that would kill to work for me."

Knowing this would get them nowhere, they decided to try their luck on the streets. That's how they spent their day, trying to figure out who they could steel from and, most often, succeeding. At the end of the day, they had made three pounds stealing from the rich. It was enough to pay rent for another week and to buy food for the next couple of days. David grinned - Mia would be happy.

"Oh, I'm so glad you're here!" Mia opened the door, noticing that her brother had brought home the others. "I've got so much to tell you!"

"What happened?" Dwayne sat down at the kitchen table, opening a bottle of gin. Marko had grabbed five glasses, while Paul helped Mia to a chair. She was still not wearing her glasses and had in the five steps it took to get from the front door to the kitchen already bumped into something twice.

"Lucinda stepped by today. She's back in town," Mia explained. Lucinda had always been a friend to the boys. They had met a long time ago when she had saved them from a prison sentence. Ever since they had been close, even if she was richer than they could ever dream of being. "She said that a European doctor had arrived and that he's trained in anything to do with the eyes."

"Mi, love, we can't afford new glasses." Paul ran his hand through her hair.

"I know - but that's not the point! She is engaged to him, and she's going to ask him to see if he can do something about my eyes as a favour. Isn't that just great?"

"It sounds too good to be true," Marko said, and Mia noticed his tone immediately. She quieted down a bit.

"You think it's a scam?"

"Dangerous, at least. I wouldn't trust him."

"Lucy also offered to talk to him about maybe getting eye surgery, if that's possible in my case." She said it softly, already guessing how her brothers would react.

"That'd be experimental then, right?" Dwayne looked at her as she nodded.

"Absolutely not!" David slammed his cup down on the table. "You will not get fucking surgery of we already think this whole thing is sketchy in the first place."

Mia sighed. "I know. It would just be nice to also help out, you know? Before I got fired-"

"You were hurt every single day by your boss. Don't worry about it," Paul pulled her close, letting her lean against him.

David looked at his sister. "Sorry, kid." He grabbed the money they'd collected today out of his pocket. "We can afford some food the next couple of days, though."

And with that, the whole conversation was forgotten. Mia and the boys made plans for dinner, and David went off to pay the rent.

1987, Santa Carla

"Where's Mia now?"

Laddie looked at David, who sighed as he lit a cigarette. "She's gone."

"Oh. Why did she want that eye surgery? It sounds scary."

"It is, especially back then, She was nearsighted. She couldn't see for shit. The glasses she had weren't right, and we couldn't afford better ones. She got headaches, so she never wore them. She was always bumping into things," he smiled at the memory, "So, after a while, she began looking into other things that could help restore her sight."

"Could they?"

"God no. Glasses were what she needed. We stole them quite often, but none of them were right for her."

"What happened next?"

"Lucinda stepped by. And then both she and Mia got sick."

August 1897, Santa Carla

"He is so perfect," Lucinda giggled as she poured Mia some tea. They were sitting in the garden of Lucinda's estate. Well, her parents' estate. "Just last night, he said he'd be with me forever. Isn't that romantic?"

"Quite so!" Mia smiled. "When will you get married? Will you get married? You also had an offer from the governors son, did you not?"

"In a fortnight, obviously you and your brothers will have to be there - I simply won't get married without them there. And yes, I did - but honestly, Wolfram is an idiot. He wouldn't know how to open a letter if I didn't instruct him. So, I have decided that Doctor Holmwood was the best match."

"Why? So you can show how much richer you're getting?" Dwayne walked in, a teasing grin on his face. He grabbed a chair and moved to sit at the table.

"Absolutely!" She smiled. "It is weird, though.."

"What is?" Mia reached for her teacup, cursing under her breath as some hot tea spilt over her fingers when she hit the cup too hard. She knew she should have worn her glasses - things would still be fuzzy, but not as much as they were now. But then she had to deal with headaches - and those were worse.

"Ever since I got engaged to him, I have been having nightmares. The strangest dreams, really."

"Aren't you just worried about the wedding?" Mia offered, while Dwayne asked what the dreams were about.

"I'm always sleep walking, all the way to the cemetery. And once there, I'm being haunted and hunted, taunted. It's horrifying. And just yesterday, I had the exact same dream, but this time, some monster grabbed me by the throat and actually bit me."

They were silent for a moment. "When did they start?"

"When we arrived in London, I think. I just hoped they'd stop once we were back home."

"How about you sleep at our place tonight?" Dwayne looked at Lucinda. "Maybe it will stop the nightmares."

"That would be lovely." Lucinda smiled brightly. "I'll go home and grab some stuff, and I'll be there before dinner." She smiled at Mia, taking her hand as she was about to speak up. "I'll make sure to bring some food along, don't worry."

That night, after dinner, Mia and Lucinda went off to bed. They'd listened to the stories the boys told, about running from the cops and getting a new assignment from Max - apparently there was a new Lord in town, and they needed to figure out who he was. The girls stepped into the bed, after making sure that the boys would be alright.

"We'll manage," David looked at Mapia. "Just make sure the two of you get some sleep, alright?"

Mia nodded, and after chatting for a bit, both girls fell asleep quickly. Only a few hojrs later, the boys did the same. The house was quiet. No one moved. No one spoke.

So, they didn't notice that they'd forgotten to lock the window. They didn't notice how it slammed open, a dark figure standing on the windowsill. They didn't notice how that same dark figure moved forward, bending over both girls. They didn't notice that the dark figure only had eyes for Mia, longingly stroking her arm, but deciding to leave her untouched for now. He could always claim her later. Now, it was time for his first conquest. It was time for her to join him.

It wasn't until early morning that Mia awoke. "Luce?" She asked sleepily as she felt a heavy weight on her stomach. She blinked, sitting up. As she moved closer, she couldn't help but scream. The body next to her was ice cold. The throat was ripped open. The whole bed was covered in blood. Lucinda had been killed. Brutally murdered. And she just slept through it, not able to help one of her dearest friends.

"Mia, what -" David pulled his sister away from the bed, holding her tight as she cried, upon seeing the massacre on the sheets. The other boys entered the room just as quickly, immediately moving to see if they could figure out who had entered the room. They needed to know who had done this.

"You're alright, love," David led Mia to the small bathroom, making sure that all the blood was washed off of her body.

"Is she - is she dead?"

David nodded. Mia closed her eyes, sitting down on the edge of the bathtub, trying to even her breathing. "How did I - how could I sleep through that? She - "

"Mia, look at me," David kneeled down so he was at eye level with her. "There was nothing you could have done."

Mia nodded quietly. He knew she didn't believe him, but he'd repeat it over and over until it got through.

The rest of the day was chaos. They had to call the police, Lucinda's family, her fiancé. People came and went. Pictures were taken of the crime scene, and every one of them was questioned. At the end of the day, Mia had no tears left to cry, and the boys felt just the same. That night, the house was quiet, them softly talking about their times with Lucinda. How she helped them out when they got in trouble with the law. How she was the first and only person to ever catch them red-handed - they had tried to pickpocket from her after all, even after she had saved them from jail. She had smiled and just given them some money. She had always been like an older sister to them, taking care of them when needed and always being there for both the good and the bad. She had brought humour, charm, and insights into how to best steal from the rich - and now she was gone.

1987, Santa Carla

"So, was she killed by a vampire?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"That's how he changed her. We just didn't know that at the time. We also didn't know what we would become eventually, or we would have never done what we had done."

"What did you do?"

David shook his head. His cigarette had turned into ashes, and he heard the other boys returning. "I'll tell you tomorrow. You need to go to sleep now."