#the original dracula flow

[forgottenbones]

Pete & Bas - Gangster Sh**

[fr00t-snacc]

Here’s the progress I’ve made for the night

Keep in mind there’s a minute and 30 seconds of audio

I’ve done 18 seconds

Sweet lord XD

[esnargot]

dracula apocalypse flow

[thesugarhole]

[leadendeath]

Are our drinks really that much more caffeinated than other countries'?

Wild

yeh mate. a lot more's allowed where u r, because u like to have fun :]

[prickly-paprikash]

Castlevania Nocturne really stepped up its game in the second season.

I had two major complaints for the premiere season of CN:

The pacing was erratic. From episode 2 onwards, it seems as if the story is obsessed with giving us nonstop climactic battles, at the cost of letting the characters and pacing breathe. I understand that a central theme of the first season was loss—not just loss of loved ones and the grief that comes with it, but simply losing at every turn. They make the Vampire Messiah feel more like an inevitability, and it works to some extent. But one thing that the original Castlevania series did well was how it handled the flow of conversation and combat.

Seasons 1-3 were all mostly slow, deliberate episodes centered on talking. Characters would simply converse. The very first scene of Castlevania literally embodies this.

Lisa and Dracula, having an organic yet expertly crafted conversation that feels sharp, poignant, and immediately tells us everything we need to know about these two characters. We get one Lisa scene, and then she dies and yet it hits so hard because of how one conversation was written.

Nocturne's first season, many times, felt more like a quip-fest. Castlevania's humor was dry and morbid, to better fit the sarcastic and dark tone of the series. When characters like Trevor or Sypha or even Isaac cracked a joke, it never felt out of place. They had a cold, callous sense to them. Like their humor was a coping mechanism for the dreary and bleak reality they lived in.

Richter on the other hand felt like a Phase IV MCU lead, being unbearably sarcastic and "witty". Watching Nocturne again, I struggled to like Richter in the first half but he really came into his own after he meets Juste.

In the second season, however, the pacing really knuckles down. It becomes deliberate. And when a fight scene happens pre-episode 7, it feels more like OG Castlevania again. It isn't being treated with extreme weight, but it feels more like a part of every day life for Belmonts and their peers. Whenever Trevor, Sypha and Alucard get into a scrap with Night creatures, it actually had a sense of levity to them. This was a job. An occupational hazard. A logical result of living in Wallachia. In Nocturne season 1, fights were treated with more weight than they should have, while character work felt secondary, barring someone like Annette.

Here, it really allows me to fall for these characters more. Being an OG Drolta stan was so rewarding this season. I really also liked Maria and Tera more here, with Tera becoming a vampire creating a really interesting dynamic between the two and pushing their characters into directions that I didn't expect to enjoy as much as I did.

Mizrak, Olrox, and Richter were sidelined a bit more here, but it makes sense. These three dominated the first season, so it made sense to shift the focus on others and let their characters grow and shine. But just because they didn't take up most of the spotlight doesn't mean their characters were ignored.

Mizrak and Olrox's romance was developed in more subtle ways this time, which I appreciated. The writers let the unspoken heat and budding romance speak for themselves here, and I really enjoyed Olrox's sadness and Mizrak's regret and grief here, though of course the best scene between them was at the end. The way the writers made that finale, weaving feelings of heartbreak, lust, love, and fear into that one sentence was so, so good. Mizrak's fear of death and torment. Olrox simply saying that the devil was easy to cheat.

Ugh. That's the good shit.

And Richter? They still let him be the dry, sarcastic quipster, but I appreciate the restraint here. He doesn't crack jokes as much. Instead, they really focus on his feelings with Annette, to the point that he feels more like the love interest rather than the MC for a good chunk of the season.

And I'm not complaining. I enjoyed the budding romance between them in the first season, but with the deliberate pacing here, the writers really sold me on this soft, chaste, tender love story. Richter and Annette feel like young adults falling for the first time and I really fucked with it.

I'll talk about Annette in a separate post, but sufficed to say, she was the best character of this season. Hands down.

My second complaint was Erzsebet Báthory. She felt so... she felt like she paled in comparison to the three other villains of the season.

Drolta was exquisite. She oozed charisma and charm, and she stole every single scene she was in. The animators loved her and I could tell. She had the most costume changes. She had the sharpest lines. She was gorgeous. And even her death felt euphoric because she got to introduce Alucard into the mix. Like, seriously, they used her perfectly in the first season and she was easily the best character by far.

Olrox? Sexy. Gay. Kill me. Him and Mizrak? Perfection. His voice was so smooth and seductive. His dialogue? Smartly written. Every scene he's in, he feels like he's always holding back something.

Rage. Pain. Lust. Desire. Grief. Hatred. Remorse. It is always there, an undercurrent of emotions so thick you could feel it in every scene they placed him in.

Abbott? Worthless. Pathetic. Hypocrite. I hated him every single time he was onscreen, and that was exactly what he needed to be. A counterrevolutionary bible thumper that would elicit powerful memories of unlikable relatives at a reunion. No notes. Perfectly utilized villain, and I fucking cheered when he got burnt to a crisp by his daughter.

But Báthory felt so underwhelming.

So either the writers knew this specific complaint from the fans, or more likely wrote her this way to purposefully hide the true final boss of the series.

Drolta.

See, Báthory doesn't hold a candle to any previous villains of the Castlevania story. Not as complex as Isaac. Not as iconic and important as Dracula. Not as enjoyable to both hate and love as Carmilla. Not as hilarious and memorable as Death. She was just there. I thought it was a waste, and that I wanted to see more of her shine in season 2.

So when the only bit of character work she got was her mourning Drolta and her small flashback, I was disappointed.

Make no mistake, she made a great physical threat. But that was it. She felt more like one of Death's elite guards from season 4 than her own true brand of evil.

Not as hate-worthy as the Abbott. Not as conflicted as Olrox. Not as charismatic as Drolta.

So imagine my surprise and subsequent glee as to when Drolta takes the power for herself. Killing her in the sky. That was perfect.

Drolta, who served Sekhmet. Who broke down at the loss of her goddess, her fellow priestesses, and the people she cared for. Who, blinded by grief, sought to resurrect her goddess by becoming a vampire herself and searching high and low for a worthy vessel.

Drolta became even more interesting. Thinking herself as only a follower, never seeking to gain the goddesses' power for herself. Becoming the first Vampire/Night Creature that gave Alucard, the son of Dracula himself who was leagues above Báthory before she became the goddess, quite a lot of trouble.

The way every villain was handled in this season was excellent. From Abbott's death, to Richter proclaiming his desire to avenge his mother to Olrox's face right after they worked together to beat Drolta, but still letting him go afterwards as thanks—I'm sorry, but that was some raw ass writing right there.

The only thing I have to complain about? Nothing from the writers or animators or directors. It's the production that I hate.

Streaming services fucked everything up. 8-10 episodes for every single show is such a dumb move, and making us wait 2-3 years for every single one of them is horrible.

On top of the fact that they will cancel something on a whim.

Nocturne would be unquestionably a masterpiece had it been allowed to have 24 fucking episodes each season. We could explore France more. See deeper into the revolutionary setting of the show. Really see the world of Castlevania, but no. And now there's still a threat of cancellation when animation has been carrying Netflix's worthless ass for years? Especially through the pandemic?

Watch Castlevania Nocturne. Support the studio. Show Netflix that this is where their energies and money should be going towards.

Their live actions, barring something like the big names of Stranger Things and Squid Game, have been flops. They fumbled the Witcher series. They killed Kaos. They ended Shadow and Bone. They fuck up every single time and it has been animation that has pulled through.

Arcane. Castlevania. Blue Eye Samurai. She-Ra.

Support this show, please. I would love to keep this series going, but it needs the attention it so rightfully deserves.

Please. I need to see Old Man Coyote. I need to see Tera go further into the darkness. I want to believe in the possible Maria x Alucard romance that was in the games that could be written really well here. I want to see more of these characters. I want to dive deeper into this world. But most importantly, I want every single person who worked on this show to keep having a job. To be able to do what they do best and get better at it.

This show is great. It deserves more seasons. More sequel series to explore other Belmonts. Other countries. More sexy vampires. More sexy hunters.

Support animation.

[mysoftboybensolo]

Things I Don't Understand of Audiences Reaction of Nosferatu 2024

Complaints of how this is a ripoff of Dracula, and I am like, of course it is! The original 1922 film is the most famous ripoff in the history of cinema, but it is also one of the best ripoffs ever. Maybe know your history just a bit.

Why are people saying that Ellen dying was stupid or unnecessary? Firstly, that has been the ending in the 1922 and the 1979 film, this wasn't just anything Eggers pulled from nowhere. Secondly, people don't seem to understand that the Gothic genre never not one that allows it's characters to walk away unscathed, whether it is physical damage or mental damage. Blood is demanded, and hardly a truly happy ending is found, at best a bittersweet ending or at worst an ending where everyone is unhappy. I think not only is it true to the films this one is based on, but also the only satisfying ending. Ellen wouldn't have been truly happy if she had survived, because she still will be a seer, she will still have darkness looming inside, and Thomas is either incapable or unwilling to accept it. He's belief that killing Orlok will bring a reset to everything, even bringing Ellen back to how she was before, but the Ellen she was before was still suffered. He brushes aside her nightmares without comfort, he doesn't take into account how she views their marriage (when she insists that she doesn't need material things but he acts as if he knows better), and when she tries to express her suffering, he would prefer her to suppress it. She would never be truly free, but to die doing a good thing, to have control over her death the way she didn't in life, it's an empowering end, if bittersweet.

People complaining about the pace of the film, saying it starts off fine but then drags in the middle? I think the film flowed wonderfully, there was never a moment when I was thinking how much longer to the end or felt it rushed in the story. I personally cannot wait until we get the extended version, but I am happy with how it came out.

Where are people getting "Orlok groomed Ellen" from? Grooming is when someone goes after a minor and gets them to be emotionally attached to them for a long period of time in order to achieve some sort of goal (often times sex). People have been saying Ellen was a "literal child", but we don't know that for certain. Yes, Ellen described herself as a child, but it seems that the term child is used more as a synonym of "inexperienced" or "young". Also, we are not sure how old any of these characters are. If we were to go by actors ages as guidelines, Lily-Rose Depp was 24 when filming this, and all we get in between the first scene to the present day is merely "years later". That can mean two years or ten, we cannot be sure. And while Lil-Rose Depp can look younger than her age, no one better try and say she was playing a 12 year old or whatever in that first scene, because there is no way you can convince me she is as young as that. Also, Ellen hadn't been emotionally attached to Orlok between the years to make it grooming. I can make a better argument of grooming in another famous Gothic movie the 2004 "Phantom of the Opera" then I could with "Nosferatu".

Listen, this movie won't be for everyone, that is fine, but what I have an issue with is saying people are dumb or evil for thinking Ellen x Orlok is interesting/has romantic elements to it. One person commented on another's post about saying that the cast are dumb for seeing this as a love triangle, especially Lily-Rose Depp for not seeing Ellen as a victim. The director, who also wrote it, wanted this version to play up the Death and the Maiden themes, that was their vision, and I don't think it's right or fair to say they are dumb because the original movie wasn't a love triangle. If we were to be really anal about it, so many pieces of media we have we wouldn't be able to enjoy because it's origins are not the same. Sorry Disney's Hunchback fans, you can't enjoy the happy ending because the original was a downer. Sorry Wicked fans, it's nothing like "The Wonderful Wizard of Oz", so it shouldn't be enjoyed. See how ridiculous it sounds? You can debate if whether or not they managed to achieve their goal, but you can't deny that was the intention and say people are dumb for picking up what they had intended.

I also feel that it's quite hypocritical of people to say that the relationship between Orlok and Ellen is evil and creepy, but then go off and say that the scenes where Friedrich has sex with Anna's corpse as "romantic" and Thomas' couch scene as "hot", when both deal with dubious/no consent at all. Just admit it, you are fine with dubious stuff so long as it's a hot guy doing it. The couch scene was quite uncomfortable for me, Ellen is clearly not in her right mind, even if not by some kind of possession, but emotionally, and it didn't sit right what Thomas did. I am not saying he raped her, but she wasn't in the right mind space to have this be a passionate moment. And he wasn't doing because of love or passion, he was doing it because he didn't like hearing Ellen say how he couldn't please her like the Count could. We had seen what they are like when they are in a good head space and the feeling mutual, as we saw in the den of the Harding's home. I feel like this scene wasn't meant to be a hot and sexy moment, but a incredibly distressing moment when two individuals are acting at their worst.

I don't understand how people feel that this film isn't a feminist film. I've seen people claim that the movie shames Ellen and that her not finding out how to stop Orlok is robbing her of her agency. Here's the thing, yes, many characters shame her for what she feels, but the narrative doesn't. As the audience, we feel sorry for her, feel bad for everything she is going through, and given the time period, of course there would be many people (mainly men) who will shame her passions or deny her darkness in favor for a more "womanly behavior". We are meant to see how the human world would never understand Ellen the way Orlok would understand her, why she would have called out a force that is inhuman, because humanity has turned her away. What's fascinating is that Ellen has control of Orlok, being able to call him, speak to him as an equal, and get him, a powerful centuries old being, to admit that she is his affliction, his weakness, and in the end, it's proven right. This mortal woman is able to defeat a supernatural being, all the while him loving her, how is that not awesome and feminist?

In regards to her finding the cure; true, in both the '22 and '79 film, Ellen figure out on her own what needs to be done to stop Orlok, but that doesn't mean '24 Ellen isn't smart or in charge of her own actions. We've seen Ellen say what the future holds multiple times, so it isn't crazy to believe that she would have seen what her fate would have been as it drew closer, and her need to talk to Von Franz read to me as her knowing the cure. When Ellen walks Von Franz to his home, she says that she knows what must be done, and they work together to make this happen, with him promising to keep Thomas away. Out of all the men, Von Franz had been the only one to take her feelings and thoughts seriously, and he does so here, including her in the plan (where Thomas had refused her to help), even giving her the chance to be stop Orlok without interruption. He isn't denying her agency, he's keeping others at bay so she can be the hero.

I like the moustache, just like a Romanian nobleman would have had, exactly what the director wanted. After leaving the theatre, my friend and I were discussing the film, and of course the design of Orlok was brought up, and she said "I liked it, especially the moustache, very Vlad the Impaler". She isn't a massive Dracula fan but she understood what was the inspiration behind it. Y'all are just uncultured swine.

In the end, I love this film, and wanted to just share my two cents.

[felassan]

Brian J. Audette: "As promised, what follows is an unofficial behind the scenes/director’s commentary thread for the “Isle of the Gods” mission in Dragon Age: The Veilguard for Dragon Age Day. Some Veilguard spoilers will follow, so Beware." [source thread]

Rest of post is under a cut due to spoilers and length.

Brian J. Audette: "First off, who am I? I'm Brian Audette. I was the level designer on Isle of the Gods and the level design lead for the critical path (and other scattered missions) on Veilguard for the last 3.5 years or so. While some levels changed hands between people over time, Isle of the Gods was mine from the beginning. And speaking of the beginning, what a great place to start. Usually when a level designer starts work on a crit path mission, the main dialogue and narrative is already written. In this case the writer was Bioware veteran Sylvia Feketekuty whose fingerprints are all over the game, but who you can primarily thank for Emmrich. While this initial narrative work gives us a general idea of what the mission needs to be, the gameplay is only a suggestion at this point. As the level designer, the first thing I do is flesh out the gameplay implied by the narrative and then design the steps that will connect those moments. This is all done “on paper” in a concept doc. I’m a very visual thinker and while not a requirement of this process, I used a free online fantasy map making tool to mock up a sketch of what I thought the level could be in order to help me wrap my head around it."

"Once that’s reviewed and approved, the more physical work on level design begins: blockout. Essentially this is where the level designer uses simple geometry to craft a skeletal version of the level in order to test gameplay, pacing, flow, etc. In the case of Isle of the Gods, the initial blockout and the final version of the level look very different, but the major beats, how they connect, and even most of the pacing and timing is the same. The major difference is that originally the island was more condensed, with a moat-like river around a central rise, but when level art initially started working on it, they “unraveled” it into a crescent shape that ultimately proved much better both visually and for the gameplay."

"One thing that barely changed from blockout to the final level, was the very start of the mission, but especially this rocky arch. I added it early in blockout in order to sell the idea that we were landing on a rocky, secluded cove."

"The initial beach area changed several times during development. It started big, got smaller, and got bigger again for various reasons. At one point there was some light deep stalker combat here, but the pacing felt better without it in the end. Another thing that barely changed from the original blockout was the gods’ ritual site and how it’s seen in the distance. My initial inspiration for how this should look was the Castlevania games, where Dracula’s lair is always at the pinnacle of the castle and juts precariously out into the air."

"Unraveling the level to be more of a crescent allowed both for more views of the ritual site as we climb and an earlier view of the Antaam presence across the inner bay than what was originally intended. I think this helped better sell the bigger combat that follows the first small encounter. I cannot claim full credit for the mortars combat beat. At one point we had a group focused on interesting combat moments and this was their idea, that I ultimately refined as what’s in game now. I think it’s more fun than just fighting a bunch more enemies alone."

"As we approach the entrance to the gods’ stronghold from the beaches, we get this moment where we see explosions in the distance as evidence of the rest of the team's (those not with Rook) efforts to distract the Antaam. This was another view helped greatly by art’s unraveling of the level."

"If you head down to the beach just after seeing the explosions, you can find some goodies and one of our visual Easter eggs … an homage to Planet of the Apes. This was initially setup by the level artist Meggie Rock and I decided to place a chest right where one could get the best view of the statue"

"Incidentally, this makes me want to hear Gareth David-Lloyd deliver the “You maniacs! You blew it up! Damn you! Damn you all to hell” line from Planet of the Apes, but as Solas. The next bit of the level proceeds more or less as it was originally blocked out, though the area with the deep stalkers at the top of the first elevator was an addition that had to be made after level art decided to blow out the traversal in that area to a greater degree than I initially intended. The overlook where you fight some mercenary mages has one of my favorite notes. Sylvia and I wanted to press the idea that a larger Antaam presence here had been drawn away by the explosion at the camp below and It was my idea to have a note from a bored Antaam lookout, counting floating rocks."

"One thing that changed even before I was done with the blockout, was Elgar’nan’s speech as you make your way through the ruins and up to the second elevator. Originally we had wanted his face in the sky like Ghilan’nain at Weisshaupt, but decided to trade it for the Archdemon flyby we used instead. At the top of the zip line just before the Archdemon flyby is one of my favorite views: the gods’ ritual site silhouetted against the eclipse. The initial description of this shot was used almost like a mission statement for this level in the original concept."

"Here’s a fun bit of trivia for you: The second elevator in Isle of the Gods is the longest elevator ride in the game. Also … elevators used to be slower and I’m pretty sure this ride contributed to speeding them up everywhere. The fight while waiting for your companions to open the gate after the second elevator was always intended to be big. Originally I had designed an arena with lots of cover and elevation changes, but when we decided to use a couple Reavers for the fight, things got a lot flatter."

"This waterfall area after leaving the gatehouse was never in the original blockout, but it’s something the level’s original artist put in and that we liked so much, we tried to find use for it as a nice side path for loot and a note."

"My original blockout for the area after the gatehouse (now known as the Elven Ruins) was much different. The pacing and the beats were the same, but I envisioned it as taking place at the tops of ruined towers rising high above a caldera or pit below. Ultimately these blighted ruins work better imo. The presence of fade tears and the fact that we call them out several times in the level originally had a larger narrative purpose that we moved away from. Exploding fade tears didn’t actually exist in game until I created them for this mission and they were ultimately elsewhere to good effect. The blight destruction before entering the gods’ inner sanctum was a beat that went through several iterations early on. We knew we wanted to halt the player at a door like we did at the gatehouse, but didn’t want to use the same idea of fighting until the door opens again. At one point I had some over complicated ideas about using fade tears to blow up blight boils, but with level art’s help we settled on something less about combat and more about traversal."

"Now we’re getting close to the end. When you open the door to the gods’ inner sanctum, right before it fades into the cinematic, you can see your companions who have gone ahead, waiting for you in the room. Most will miss it, but I wanted that attention to detail. While the general structure of the final section of the level didn’t change much from the original blockout, the gameplay certainly did. Everything after that last elevator ride in cinematic was overhauled to create an experience that was much more about this looming confrontation with Ghilan’nain. “A master class in blight boils” was how we had originally approached the two sections before the boss fight here and I originally had some really cool and puzzle-like blight destruction utilizing boils that would regrow."

"Ultimately we removed that puzzle aspect however as we wanted a lot of combat and in play testing it, it just felt too busy. We could either have a big puzzle or a big combat, but both was too much, so we decided on combat as it was more in keeping with the pacing of the end of the mission. The fight against Ghilan’nain was a collaboration between myself and several other designers. We knew we didn’t want to attack her directly (that’s Lucanis’ job) and we knew we wanted to strip away your companions at least initially. Once again, we decided to use the blight. If you think this fight is chaotic now, imagine it with blight boils that regrow! Like the previous section, we decided to ditch this idea as it detracted from the rest of the fight. Incidentally, you can beat this fight without killing a single enemy. My best time is somewhere just under 2 minutes. And that brings us to the end of Isle of the Gods. I hope you enjoyed the mission and I hope you enjoyed this look behind the curtain. And remember "Whatever it takes!""

[source thread]

[azulazenin]

The Big Bad Wolf

Kinktober 2024 | Role Play: Hunter/Prey

Pairing: Adrian Tepes/Alucard x Original Character (Mihaela Karnstein)

Summary: Adrian is in heat and his wife wants to indulge his fantasies

Warnings: Explicit content, (sort of) consensual non-consent. Minors DNI !

A/N: This is an extra for my story The Blackest Day and its sequel Swan Song. Be mindful that in this particular universe, Alucard was born in 1451, not 1456 like the show, and Mihaela was born in 1453. However, they are both dhampirs and they develop faster, by the time this excerpt happens they are physically, emotionally and mentally adults.

This particular piece was inspired by A Scent That Lingers. Go to read it if you're into Vlad and Lisa!

1467

Dry grass and pieces of wood branches scratched Mihaela’s bare feet as she ran around the forest, venturing deep into the wilderness, listening to the wind blowing the leaves on the high trees and a wolf howling from afar. The moon was full and the night was cold. She would have liked to stop and make a fire to warm herself up, but she didn’t have a second to spare, it would only make her fall victim to him sooner.

Him. She could hear him getting closer, the white wolf, his howling becoming louder, a clear indication that he was near, for no matter how fast she ran, Mihaela was still no match for his pace. He was going to get her, mount her and claim her as his mate, just like he said he would. There was no escaping, only delaying her inexorable fate, running until she was out of breath and her poor feet couldn’t take it anymore…

She noticed glimpses of a white figure showing through the old trees, causing her to jump scared and stop so abruptly that she fell to the ground, the stones and pine needles ripping the fabric of her skirts and opening deep scratches on her knees. Mihaela held back a scream not to draw his attention to her, but it was too late: he could scent the droplets of blood flowing from her fresh wounds, and the smell drove him crazy, it soon had him coming out of the shadow of the trees and jumping on top of her.

Mihaela fell on her back, screaming when she looked up and saw him. The wolf, its white fur brushing against her skin, its golden eyes staring at her with some primal urge and its big teeth bared as he growled, sniffing on her to make sure no other beast had tried to claim her before him. She squeezed her eyes shut when she felt his warm tongue licking off the blood of her knees, but when it stopped, something grabbed at her wrists to drag her away, and it weren’t paws, it were hands.

She opened her eyes and the wolf was gone, in its place stood a man, tall and pale, with beautiful, long blond hair and smooth skin. Adrian, her Adrian… but not exactly him. She remembered they were not themselves that night, she wasn’t Mihaela the dhampir princess of Styria, but a helpless, innocent damsel trying to escape her predator; he wasn’t Adrian or Alucard, the son of Dracula and prince of vampires, he was the hunter, the beast who came to mount his prey.

“No!” She whined, struggling to get rid of his strong hold on her wrists.

“Yes!” He purred, dragging her to a pile of leaves in a small depression on the soil.

Mihaela tried to crawl away when she was pushed on that nest of leaves, only to be grabbed by her ankles and pinned down by the weight of his body.

“You’re not trying to escape, are you?” He inquired in a mocking tone, one of his hands back on her wrists to hold them above her head.

“P-Please...” She sobbed, feeling his bare skin against the fabric of her nightdress. He was as naked as the day he was born. “Don’t hurt me...”

“Hurt you? I would never hurt you, my dear, I’m just gonna fuck you.”

“N-No, we c-can’t...”

“Oh, so you're telling me you don’t want me to?” He teased, getting desperate nods in return. “Liar. I can smell how aroused you are.” He pulled up her skirts, pushing her underwear aside to insert a finger inside of her. “And I can taste it.”

Adrian licked her wetness off his finger, groaning in satisfaction at her taste. Her face was flushed with embarrassment, how could her body betray her like this?

He smirked, delighting on her struggle. She was trying to kick him off of her, writhing beneath him as he ripped off her undies, making little noises of protest when he pushed his knee between her legs to spread them open and press it against her clit.

“You really expect me to believe you don’t want this when you’re dripping wet?”

Mihaela bit on her lip, attempting to make it stop quivering. She couldn’t really say he was wrong, even she could smell the juices of her arousal, and it didn’t help that she started to slowly rub her pussy against his knee.

“See? You cannot fight your own desires.” Adrian chuckled, whispering in her ear. “Don’t worry, my dear, I’ll take good care of you.”

He didn’t waste any time preparing her to take him – she was wet enough, and he was hard enough, too turned on by the chase and the little fight she put up. He released her wrists and held his cock, brushing the tip against her entrance, pushing it all the way inside her cunt at once. Beneath him, Mihaela gripped a handful of leaves and wrapped her legs around his waist, arching her back in need.

“Damn, woman! You are so warm...” He moaned, teeth nibbling on her shoulder. “You were made for this… for me.”

Whining, Mihaela let go of the leaves and clung to him, her nails sinking into his back as he smashed his hips against her, balls slapping against her ass and cock reaching all the right spots inside of her. All the previous noises of protest she made turned into little moans and cries for more, her sweet voice mixing with the sounds of nature around them, with the owls’ hoots and the bats’ trills, the rustling of leaves and the whistle of the wind.

Adrian’s lips parted in pleasure when he looked down on her, completely surrendered and under his mercy. He speeds up the pace, thrusting into her poor cunt mercilessly, desperately searching for the relief of his throbbing cock, dying to spill his seed inside of her. Mihaela’s state was no better, hips arching up to meet his, pleading him to fuck her harder and fill her up.

It was his last straw, to feel her walls clenching around him, creaming his dick as she begged for his cum. The sclera of his eyes went red and he grunted like an animal in heat, his hands found their way to grab her waist and keep her still as he fucked her like his life depended on it, as he pushed deeper and deeper until his tip touched her womb and he filled her with his seed.

Adrian sighed with relief, continuing to thrust into her until his cock stopped pulsing. He withdrew, but kept her legs spread for a while so he could look at his sperm leaking from her cunt. Was there ever a more appealing sight?

He finally fell on the ground, pulling her into his arms to nestle her on his chest. He kissed the top of her head, listening to her faint chuckle.

“What’s so funny, love?”

“Nothing.” She giggled. “I was only thinking you were really into it.”

“As were you. Your helpless girl act was really convincing.”

“Well, what can I say? I like the idea of being actually helpless compared to you.”

Adrian laughed too, tightening his hold on her. Of course he would never do any of those things without her explicit consent, but if she liked it that much, what was the problem in indulging?

“You’re a naughty one, you know?”

“And that’s all your fault, I didn’t have these weird fantasies before I married you, you’re the one triggering it.”

He smiled at her words and captured her lips in a sweet kiss, his heart about to explode in chest with the flattery. She always knew what to say and what to do to boost his ego.

Thank the gods he married her.

[zstartrixxx]

𝔖𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔳𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔇𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔩, 𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔡 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔊𝔬𝔡

ˢᵗᵃʳᵛᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵉᵛᶦˡ, ᵖᵃʳᶜʰᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᵍᵒᵈ

ᵛᵃᵐᵖᶦʳᵉᵈᵉᵐᵒⁿꜝʳᵉᵐᵐᶦᶜᵏ × ˡᵃᵗᶦⁿᵃꜝᵒᶜ

𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: Freedom burned in Dulce Dollores' soul like a sacred fire. Her hollow prayers and stubborn rejection of a fate too cruel for her tender heart drove her to forbidden paths - nights of clandestine revelry with her dearest friend, where whiskey flowed like salvation and cigarette smoke curled around their laughter. Here, in these stolen moments of dancing and delirium, she tasted the liberation her spirit craved. Yet her stifled existence in 1930s Mississippi, trapped between the close-knit world of Mexican immigrants and the weathered Black sharecroppers who worked the land, could never have foretold how her destiny would collide with the devil's hunger. He came disguised in mortal flesh - a predator's eyes gleaming above a serpent's silver tongue. Remmick. From their first encounter, he recognized in Dulce something rare, something he must possess. As nightmares bled into waking hours, as menstrual stains marked sheets like sacrificial offerings, as folk superstitions whispered through the magnolia trees, Dulce waged war against his dark seduction. She would not yield to the sweet poison of his kiss. But Remmick's obsession had crystallized into destiny. And when the devil covets, he takes - whether by heaven's reluctant permission or hell's own dark designs. 𝔄𝔲𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔯 𝔑𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔰: Here is my humble contribution to this incredible fandom with my work. In this fanfic, the idea is to really be an alternative universe within the canon of the film's plot; to bring Remmick's character, yes, but with interferences about how I see vampires, as well as to play with religious elements (mainly Catholic, which hurt and touch Remmick a lot) as well as the protagonist, a woman of Latin origin in the middle of a Mississippi that is inhospitable to outsiders. I am really putting a lot of effort, love and a little bit of madness from my clever little head to write it. I write slowly, like a quilt that you sew, part by part, so don't expect immediacy from me (unfortunately, life out here is busy) BUT I swear that the fanfic is well underway [from here on I will update as I publish the other remaining parts]. part I: published (here and on ao3, link below). part II: published (here and on ao3). part III: published (here and on ao3) 𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰&ℭ𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔰: ADULT CONTENT, +18. it's a dead drove - do not eat here! AU!CANON (stils remmick, some adapted vampiric workings, strong poetic license here, set exactly in 1930s), OC!FEMALE LATINA, vampirism, blood kink (ofc!!!), toxic&manipulative behaviour, angst, sexual content (oral, penetration...), dub-con, implied queer, violence and a some of gore, foul language, latin reference, catholic guilt and religious themes (seriously, there's a lot of that, be warned!!!), southren goth and a ethel cain & chelsea wolf inspo (listen hers, for real!!!); iwtv, dracula, carmilla and others vampires universes refes&inspos; some words and phrases were written in spanish, and each end of the part has its own small glossary with the translations. lmk if i missing something!!! ;) 𝔚𝔬𝔯𝔡 ℭ𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: ---- [if you prefer the AO3 reading experience, the fanfic will also be published on the site. you can access it through THIS LINK. ;] a great read for anyone who reads it! <3 likes, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated :)

𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔱 ℑ - ℌ𝔬𝔪𝔟𝔯𝔢 𝔐𝔞𝔩 [wc. 7360]

𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔱 ℑℑ - 𝔓𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔡𝔞 𝔏𝔲𝔫𝔞 [wc 7480]

𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔱 ℑℑℑ - 𝔏𝔞 𝔅𝔬𝔡𝔞 𝔑𝔢𝔤𝔯𝔞 [wc 3165]

“The Devil exists, my child, and He roams the earth. Here, among us, He lives and feeds on those who do not believe in God’s salvation… Therefore, keep true to your vows. The Christian path will shield you—your purity will keep you focused on God’s designs, and soon, so very soon, you shall witness the fulfillment of His divine promises: a decent and righteous husband. A sacred family, and the utter bliss of being a woman built upon God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit… And so, I tell you again as your Priest and your most devoted counselor: keep praying, follow God’s teachings, obey your parents, and above all—keep your soul fixed on salvation. For we alone can save ourselves.”

[...]

Remmick murmured:

"You're so wet for me, it's impossible not to devour you whole."

Moving softly, like a shadow both pursuing and more subtle than its prey, the man parted her legs, settling between her thighs as he bent forward until the tip of his nose touched her most intimate apex. Dulce closed her eyes – not from fear, but to control the electrifying sensation that overwhelmed her at such proximity. He then trailed his nose, lips and chin downward, smearing his face with the blood flowing from her. His hands gripped Dulce's thighs, pinning them to the bed, already anticipating the restless undulations of her virginal body. He waited for no permission to continue; his tongue simply descended to lap the menstrual blood before ascending to her clitoris, where it moved rhythmically, mingling saliva and blood as rough groans of primal pleasure escaped him, feeling her undulate against his tongue.

[...]

(PART I - HOMBRE MAL)

[...]

"Well now... I thought you'd understood my message." He tilted his head sideways, grinning slyly, as the woman stumbled backward toward the altar - Remmick smiled, utterly mesmerized by his prey:

"I only want to give you the best this world has to offer, Doll! No more suffering, no reprimands, no unanswered prayers—I am the one who came to save you, my love!" His voice was so soft and sweet that for a brief moment, she paused, looking at him with a mix of anguish and pity.

Remmick stood face to face with her, fang to fang. His breath carried a metallic sweetness, the pungent scent of morbid death clinging to him, yet his eyes shimmered like fragments of the twilight sky. With hands still stained by others' blood, he cupped her face without hesitation, forcing her gaze to remain locked on his:

"I cannot love you the way a human longs to be loved, not anymore... But I can free you from all your pain and introduce you to carnal pleasures, my dear. I can make you love me in your life, and in your brief death, we shall share each other. Just let me possess you, and we'll become one. Equals, one flesh, one spirit."

[...]

(PART II - PALIDA LUNA)

[...]

Remmick glanced over his shoulder at her, grinning crookedly, pressing a foot into Jeremy’s chest.

“I’m Dulce’s real husband, you idiot. While you thought you’d take everything from her… she’d already made her pact with the Devil.” He crouched, knees pinning Jeremy, claws around his throat. “Tonight, I claim what’s mine.”

(PART III - LA BODA NEGRA)

[ladyloveandjustice]

This is Home- a Batfamily fic about Cassandra Cain and Barbara Gordon

A short Cass-centric fic I wrote over many short breaks at work! A friend has been liveblogging Cass' original Batgirl series and it makes me so emotional about her relationship with Babs. I have ideas for more little vignettes, so please let me know if you like this, it'll help motivate me.

Ao3 link

This is Home

Barbara was mad at her, she could tell. Mad at her for having such a bad brain. Mad because she couldn’t read, that when she sounded out the words, they were heavy on her tongue. And even as she strained, she could not connect them to the scratchy marks on the page.

Cass had hardly ever seen her this angry. Her eyes were flashing, her teeth were grinding so hard she might file them down to nubs and her muscles were coiled and tense like she wanted to hit something. Like she could punch through a brick wall right now.

“Let’s take a quick break,” she said abruptly, wheeling away.

Cass had to do something. She slowly trudged after her, and found Babs in the simulation room. Her back was turned, and her shoulders were shaking. Cass’s throat was dry, her tongue like glue. She gulped.

“I’m sorry…” she spoke, her voice small. “I know it’s…I’m sorry for being so stupid. We don’t have to…keep doing this.”

Babs straightened up, and wheeled around so quickly Cass took a step back.

“Cass, no. You’re not stupid! I’m not mad at you. I’m mad at what he did to you. Your father.”

And it was true. Cass could see it now. Barbara’s anger was turning to sadness, distress. The slight slump of her shoulders, the tilt of her head, the twist of her lips.

“You…you missed out on so much. When I think—” Babs breathed in. “When I think of all the books you could have read. That you could have loved. That you didn’t even get the comfort of a parent reading to you at bedtime as a child…it… I want to make up for it, but I don’t know what to do, sometimes. And I’m sorry about that.”

“Um…” Cass shuffled her feet awkwardly. “I know I’m not…good enough yet. But…if you want…do you want to read to me? Sometimes?”

And just like that, Barbara’s entire body screamed delight. She actually clapped her hands. Cass loved seeing that feeling on her.

“I’d love that! What kind of book do you want me to read?”

“Um. I…want to be a better detective. So…that guy? You and Bruce, um, quote him sometimes. Sher---” Cass trailed off, trying to remember. It was a weird name.

“Sherlock Holmes?” Even more delight. It flowed into Cass, and filled her with warmth. “Oh yes! I think you’d really like it.”

Babs read to her that night. Cass liked the way her voice sounded when she read. It was…powerful, almost. Full of life.

When she finished, Cass said, “That was cool. How everything came together. He, um, reminds me of Bruce.”

“Because he’s not much of a feelings guy?” Babs laughed.

“Yeah. But the way he thinks so quick…it’s hard to keep up…that reminds me of you.”

Babs laughed again “That’s flattering! I’ll try to explain my thought process to you more.”

“Are there…any other book detectives?’

“Oh yes. Tons. I loved Nancy Drew as a kid. And Miss Marple.”

“Cool. If you want…I can listen to those too.”

Babs grinned. “You know, as much as I wish you’d gotten these experiences before now…it’s nice to see you discover all these new things.”

“I like you showing me.” And it was true. It was the first time Cass had been excited over all the things she still had to learn.

---

Babs reading to her became a regular thing after that. When Cass told Steph about it, she insisted on getting in on that too. “You will love Dracula. Super spooky, you’ll totally vibe with it.”

When Steph read, she liked to do dumb voices. It annoyed Babs, and Cass could barely stifle her laughter watching them argue.

“That sounds nothing like a Transylvanian accent, Stephanie.”

“You’re just mad because you can’t do voices.”

“Excuse me? I’m a former librarian. I read to children all the time, and they loved my voices.”

“Fine,” Steph tossed the book to her. “I challenge you to a voice off. Show me your incredible Transylvanian accent. Cass, you’re the judge.”

After a full hour of competing, Cass said “Babs has more voices. And they’re more, um, real. But Steph’s are funnier. I can’t choose.”

“See?” Steph said. “Being funny is the most important thing.”

“Not for a horror novel!” Babs shot back.

Please, Dracula is part comedy. Anyway, I bet those kids at the library would love my voices way more than yours.”

“Come to the library reading circle and find out.”

“Fine, I will.”

Babs’ arms were crossed and her face was scrunched up. She was sulking like she did whenever she didn’t win, and it had Cass giggling into her hand. She never would have thought it when she first met her, but Babs could be such a kid sometimes.

---

“Babs,” she said innocently one day, offering a book. “I’m having trouble with this. Read it?”

Babs narrowed her eyes at The Da Vinci Code and pursed her lips. “No. I refuse.”

“Oh.” Cass gave her best puppy dog eyes. “Guess I miss a chance to learn.”

“Uh-uh. I see what you’re doing, and it won’t work.”

“Deprived of an education,” Cass shook her head sadly. (She was very familiar with this phrase because Stephanie said it a lot, whenever Cass didn’t know about some movie or show or meme. She’d recently said it in regards to Spongebob Squarepants.) “Poor me.”

Babs put her head in her hands. “You’re not going to give up on this, are you?”

Cass nodded.

“Ugh,” Babs pinched the bridge of her nose. “You win, give it to me.”

Cass was fascinated with the way Barbara’s eye twitched as she read. She’d never heard Babs’ voice drip with so much disdain, even when she was interrogating a supervillain or talking to Green Arrow*.  Babs interrupted herself a lot to rant about bad writing and inaccuracies— “Haereticus is ancient Greek, not Latin!” She was especially livid about lines like “his eyes went white, like a shark about to attack".

“I can’t even start with how horrible that mixed metaphor is!” She snarled.

Eventually she slammed the book shut. “Cass, do you seriously like this?”

“No.”

 “Then why—”

“I like seeing how mad you get.”

Babs groaned. “You know I set up all your government records, right? I could legally change your name to “Little Shit”.

“That just my first name? Can my last name be a really bad word? Like—"

“You’re killing me, kid.”

Cass bought Babs more bad books after this, and she could somehow always talk Babs into reading them. It was good for Babs, Cass decided, to get mad at books sometimes. She clearly enjoyed it deep down. Cass was doing her a favor.

---

Cass noticed she could learn things about people from what books they liked. Steph was the one who introduced her to fantasy and sci-fi, which Cass found strange at first, all these things that didn’t really exist, but soon she found she liked thinking about things that didn’t exist. Steph also knew about all the cool girl fighters in books, she read Cass the Tortall books early on. Steph also liked horror, which Cass found funny considering she was constantly accusing everyone else of being creepy. When she pointed it out, Steph shrugged. “I mean, it’s no surprise, right? Obviously I appreciate creepiness sometimes, look at the company I choose to keep.”

 Babs seemed to like mysteries, and sometimes read to Cass about history or real science. She also liked science fiction that “realistically explained” the advanced technology. Steph called it “hard sci-fi” and Cass thought that was a good name for it, because it was pretty hard to not to get bored when Babs read it.

Babs must have told Alfred about the reading, because he started to offer when she was injured. He read Alice in Wonderland first, and moved onto other fairytales. He told her “I read all these to Master Bruce as a child before... well, before decided I should stop. I know you’re not a child anymore, but I think it important to have a bit of whimsy.”

A lot of the things Alfred liked weren’t a surprise, like Shakespeare. But sometimes he’d pull out a wild card, like when he read her Artemis Fowl. He approved of Butler being so important to the story.

Alfred must have “greatly encouraged” (this was what Alfred called it when he told Bruce what to do) Bruce to read to her when he was absent, because one day when she was recovering from a bullet wound in the cave and Alfred was off visiting a friend, Bruce mumblingly asked her if she wanted him to.

Bruce did like mysteries and nonfiction, but Cass was delighted to discover he also like grand adventures with sword fighters, pirates, knights fighting dragons…The Three Musketeers was the first thing he read to her. The way Bruce read the words was stiff sometimes, and he didn’t do the emotions as well as Babs and Steph. But Cass didn’t care. He was content when he read to her, and that made it sound nice.

Dick never read to her, but he liked to tell stories from memory, usually fairy tales or weird adventures. His voices were as funny as Stephanie’s.

With the others, she just talked to them about books. But she could still see new sides to them that way. For example, Jason liked classics, he appreciated a good romance, and could go on forever about Jane Austen and Alexandre Dumas (Cass wondered if Bruce had read him The Three Musketeers too, back when he was a kid, but she knew better than to ask). Tim liked sci fi and comics. With Damian it was hard to tell because he just chose whatever books he thought were the most impressive. Cass had caught him reading a manga called Fruits Basket once though, and he’d reluctantly explained to her about reading right to left.

And so she made a habit of asking everyone she knew. Learning about people through their favorites—it was one way of being a detective.

---

Cass could read now. She still struggled occasionally, but she could connect the sounds to the letters easily.

She could read now, but when Babs said, “Well, I guess you probably don’t need me to read to you any—"

“Can we,” Cass interrupted. “Can we keep doing it? Don’t tell the others but… when you read, it’s my favorite.”

Babs blinked rapidly. She was trying not to cry, but her body said she was happy. She put her arm around Cass. “Of course. I didn’t want to stop either.”

That night, Cass curled up with Babs on the couch, and let her voice wash over her. She thought the words she hadn’t told Babs, because she didn’t need to, because Babs already knew.

This is ours. This is home.

---

Tons of Authors notes!

*Babs not liking Green Arrow is canon. She claims it's for his many sins against Dinah, which is probably true, but it also definitely because she doesn't want him to steal her gf. She spent a HUGE amount of time trying to convince Dinah not to marry him.

-I was thinking of going with Twilight with the "bad book" but that's pretty overdone, as funny as Babs reactions might be. So I had to go through famously bad books and find another one I've actually read--I did technically read The Da Vinci Code when I was a kid though I was too young to think it was bad and don't remember much about it. Based on research, Babs would hate it though, so it works.

-As for everyone's literary tastes, a lot of it does come from the comics, mostly the post-reboot comics for Steph but I will happily adopt it-- Dracula is her confirmed favorite book, she's seen reading The Dispossessed etc. Jason's reading taste definitely also has the most comics basis, he's famously into Jane Austen and once mentioned Dumas, and it tends to be classics he references. Alfred really did read Bruce Alice in Wonderland when he was a kid, and mention that he was reading Artemis Fowl, which is incredible, a rare W from Grant Morrison. I figure Bruce likes swordfighting adventure tales with the whole The Mark of Zorro thing, and idk there are a lot of Batman comics he's probably referenced the Three Musketeers somewhere.

Tim is seen reading comics in the, uh, comics and well. his friends like sci-fi. I think he probably does too? Been a long time since I read Robin. Cass also mentions that Dick once re-enacted Cinderella for her in her series!

Damian reading manga (what appears to be shoujo manga too) being canon really tickles me. I think he'd like Fruits Basket, (the animals! The family drama he can relate to!) though if anyone asks he'd call it stupid and overly sentimental, then go back to reading it voraciously.

-As for the fic itself, I always thought it was shame we didn't get more of Cass learning to read and familiarizing herself with books-- though I think they showed more of that in the Rebirth/Infinite Frontier era, but I'm drawing from the preboot universe. I started thinking about moments between her and Babs and was like "Babs would read to her."

There is a fight between Babs and Cass in her Batgirl series that probably wouldn't have happened with the version of Babs I've established in this fic...but I always thought that fight was OOC forced drama that was probably editorial mandate to isolate both of them, so who cares.

-A lot of people in that poll thing were saying they'd read Cass fic if there was any. Let's see if that's true.

-Again, I might do more of these vignettes in the future so let me know if you like them!

[sorceress-of-stories]

🩸Blood of Origin - Alucard x Reader 🩸

P A R T 4

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[TRIGGER WARNING:]

this story and its parts/chapters may have the following content: violence, adult language, alluding to SA, gore, sexual themes, depictions of birth, talk of death, grieving

Viewer discretion advised :)

🩸

Targoviste, September 1468

THE SUN SHONE DOWN FROM THE HEAVENS, its relentless rays stilling the wind and stifling the air. Sweat dripped down Adrian's face, his blond hair sticking to the nape of his neck. He held a wooden sword, body poised in defense, watching his father intently. Dracula nodded once before dashing forward, his own wooden sword in hand. Adrian's golden eyes widened as he attempted to channel his speed, to move at the precise moment to dodge his father's attack. Instantly Dracula was upon him, forcing Adrian to tumble backwards. His wooden sword clattered to the ground, and in a flash his father's sword was at his throat, mere inches from the pale flesh.

"Do not think too hard about summoning your power," Dracula stood to his full height, releasing his hold on the boy, "let it move through you."

"I'm trying." the young dhampir grumbled, bending to pick up his practice sword. "You're too fast, father."

Unlike his other abilities, Adrian's power of speed had a tendency to slip from his fingers. He struggled with perfecting the flow of it, either accidentally calling upon it at inopportune times or not being able to channel it at all when he tried to summon it.

Dracula smirked at his son. "Try again."

For hours they practiced, the sun slowly arcing across the sky. Most times Dracula made his mark, but there were some instances Adrian successfully drew from his power. His father smiled proudly at his son before announcing the end.

Adrian thanked his father before stowing away the practice weapons. Without another word he set out to the surrounding forest, searching for you. The moment he got to the tree line he closed his eyes, took in a deep breath, and listened.

It was subtle, the near whisper of your singing, but he grinned all the same as he heard it. Immediately he began to run, your voice growing louder and louder until he found you laying upon the heather and staring up at the tree canopy. You twirled a blade of grass in your fingers, the movements in tune with your song.

"Found you." he stated simply.

You did not startle, as you had grown used to his talent for seemingly appearing from nowhere. It always amazed you, though, that he could always find you. No matter how far you seemed to be, all he had to do was listen.

"You always do," you sat up, picking the pieces of plant matter from your hair, "how was training?"

"I was only able to channel it twice." he mumbled, settling next to you. You reached into the small satchel beside you, pulling out a waterskin from within. You offered it to him first before taking a sip for yourself, humming as the cool liquid soothed your throat.

"Father said to feel it, not think. But how can I feel something if I cannot think?" he shook his head, his golden hair cascading down his back.

"I don't know," you shrugged your shoulders, "that seems hard."

"It is hard. But father makes it look so easy! I want to be just like him." he peered up at the tree canopy before laying back. You followed his movements, now shoulder to shoulder. You laid there silently, listening to the sounds of the forest around you. The heat was not as stifling in the greenery, the cool earth at your backs.

"I want to be as powerful as he is. To be a true warrior. He can call upon his speed without issue."

You said nothing, your eyes trained on the branches above. You had seen Dracula's power for yourself over the years. His show of strength when a tree fell and obstructed the dirt road, or his speed when he'd take you and Adrian flying through the surrounding forest. You always marveled at his gifts, and as Adrian began to show an affinity for it himself, you grew jealous. You could not run at the speed of wind or call upon godlike strength. From an early age you learned it was because he was dhampir, not human like you. You could see the spirits of plants and trees, hear their thoughts and sense their feelings. Nothing so fantastical as Adrian or his father. Little did you know, however, that Adrian felt the same for your abilities, wishing with all his heart that he could see what you did, feel what you did. But alas, neither of those wishes would come to pass.

"I wouldn't worry," you began, "it takes time for things to grow."

"I am already twelve! Father said it should be any day now. What if I never grow strong enough? How am I to protect you and mother?"

You turned to face him, the grass tickling the side of your face as you did so. His elegant features were pulled into a worried expression, his lips drawn in a frown. Even in this unhappy state he was beautiful like the sun, radiant as light. While he did not share the same aura as his mother, his own teal light was just as beautiful, emanating around his person. It was the perfect fusion of Lisa's bright gold and Dracula's dark blue. You blinked, focusing your attention on his face, no longer seeing the light blue around him.

"You always protect us." you said.

"Not like father does," he turned to face you, "besides, I want to travel with father. See all the different lands and cities and people he tells us about. He said I cannot do that until I can control my powers."

You listened quietly as he continued to ramble. Adrian always talked of seeing the world, begging his father to allow him to accompany him. Alas, traveling long distance with a young boy who was all but twelve was a difficult task, especially in the world of men.

"Where would you go first?" you asked.

"Hmm," he thought about it for a moment, "I want to visit your mother's homeland with you."

Your eyes widened as a small blush crept along your cheeks. "That would make me very happy."

Adrian smiled, and you knew then you had helped him from his loop of worry. "Let us make a promise then. When I am strong enough, we will go to your homeland together. Promise?" he held out his pinky for you to take.

You stared at it for a moment before grabbing it with your own. "Promise."

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Tarvogiste, October 30th 1468

THE VIEL BETWEEN THE WORLD OF THE LIVNG AND THE WORLD OF DEAD WAS THIN. You could feel it in your being, sense it in the restlessness of the trees. The moon was a pale disk hidden behind dense grey clouds, the air crisp and scented with the sweet smell of fallen leaves and wet earth. You stood still, your eyes trained on your mother's grave, as you recited an ancient prayer to honor her in the afterlife.

She was buried at the base of an aspen tree at the western-most point of the meadow, in accordance with her ancestral practices. Lisa had known, without a shadow of a doubt, that you needed to foster the link with your mother even in the afterlife. And so, after that fateful day, her body was brought to the Tepes lands and laid to rest.

It was a simple grave, marked by a smooth grey boulder. On its surface her name was inscribed in her mother language and a small bouquet of roses lay at the base of it. Lisa and Dracula stood to your right, Adrian beside them, heads downcast as you recited the ancient prayer with ease. When you finished you turned to Aunty Lissy, a small smile on her lips. Silently she passed a silver bowl laden with bread and honey to you and kissed your forehead. You knelt, careful not to spill the contents, and lay the offerings next to the bundle of roses.

Sometime later you rose, the cold of the night settling into your bones. Lisa had stayed with you, while father and son returned to the cottage. She kept silent as she watched you, a curious look spreading across your features.

You continued to stare at the headstone, watching as the flickering of a candle flame danced in the gentle breeze. Suddenly you felt something pulling and tugging deep within your soul, felt a force peering at you through the shadows, gentle whispers in a voice you had never heard before. When you glanced up you saw it, a small, greyish white orb floating above the forest floor, wispy vapors tumbling from it like smoke.

"Aunty?"

"Yes, dear girl?"

"There's a spirit," your voice was low as you continued to watch it gently sway, "it's watching us."

"Oh?" she peered out in your line of sight. She knew that she would not be able to see anything, for she did not have your gift. All that met her gaze was the dark forest. "Is it a tree spirit?"

You continued to watch it with wide eyes. It did not look like any nature spirit you had seen before. They almost always looked humanoid, with featureless faces. Slowly it moved towards you, its greyish light illuminating the surroundings trees.

"N-No," you stuttered, backing away from the headstone, "it is not a nature spirit."

Lisa's eyes widened as fear took over you. She watched as you continued to back away, until you were at her side.

"Please stop!" you shouted. The moment it heard you, it ceased its movements. The whispering continued to grow, indistinguishable words filling the air.

"My dear girl, what is it?" worry gripped Aunty Lissy as she continued to watch you. You were never afraid of nature spirits, even when you were young. "What do you see?"

"It's round, grey and white." you squinted your eyes. "I have never seen it before."

Lisa peered out once again before grabbing your hand. "Come now, inside."

You followed silently, watching as the orb slowly followed across the meadow. It took everything in you to not scream, but the moment you crossed the cottage threshold, it disappeared.

~

The very next morning, you were pulled from your sleep by unfamiliar pain. It gripped your lower belly like a vice, tightening until you could no longer breathe. A lone whimper fell from your lips, and not a moment later Adrian dashed through your door and was by your side, worry written across his features. Even though his chambers were down the fall from yours, he could hear and sense your discomfort. He could always tell when you were in pain, hear when you had restless sleep.

"What is it? What is wrong?" his blond hair was pulled back in a braid, his body still clad in his night clothes.

"It hurts-" another pain ripped your words away, tears threatening to spill.

Adrian's brows knit together as he gently pulled your blankets back. Immediately he saw the dark crimson stains on the mattress, fear striking him to the core. "Don't move. I'll go get mother!" he ran off, shouting for help. You curled into yourself, arms supporting your stomach as tears spilled down your face. You felt warmth spreading underneath you, panic swelling.

"What is it, dear girl?" Lisa entered the room, panic rising in her throat. However, the moment she saw the dark stains on your mattress and gown, it was quelled immediately. A small smile of understanding graced her lips as she sat by your side, rubbing your back gently.

"Adrian, my love, can you boil some water?"

"But-" he didn't want to leave your side.

"She will be alright. Please, my dear, fetch the water for me."

Adrian glanced over at you before nodding, following his mother's request. When he left the room Lisa pulled you to her chest. "It will be alright, love."

With gentle movements Lisa helped you out of your gown, passing you the ewer of water to clean yourself, all the while reassuring you all was well when you saw the blood stains.

"Am I going to die?" you asked in a small voice.

"No, my dear girl. You aren't going to die. Do you remember what I told you what happens when a girl comes of age?"

You looked up with her with wide eyes, realization slowly dawning. "That we bleed with the moon."

"That's right. And the moon was full last night, was it not?"

Her words settled the fear in you. She was right, of course. As a doctor, Lisa made sure to teach you everything you needed to be healthy, to be prepared as you grew. She made it no secret when she would bleed, and instead, took time to educate and explain things about why it was happening and how to take care of yourself when it did. You never envisioned it could happen in your sleep, however. Or be this painful.

"Let me show you how to make some wrappings. And then, my dear girl, you and I will have some raspberry leaf tea. How does that sound?"

You nodded, tears welling in your eyes. Lisa held out her hand for you to take, and silently you made your way to the dining hall, fear dissipating to nothing.

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[oneforthemunny]

I'd imagine that every time Halloween rolls around, Rockstar!Eddie and Nepo Baby are on the cover of at least one magazine with a spooky Halloween photoshoot. I'm seeing a werewolf eating (out) a fair maiden. Or a pregnant Nepo Baby tied to a table and a Rockstar!Eddie getting ready to sacrifice her. Or them recreating a scene from the biggest horror movie of the year.

Only over the years, as the kids accumulate, it goes from Playboy to Parade. And instead of tits with fang punctures, you've got a line of tots in skeleton pajamas.

(This was originally meant to be a blurb prompt and I got carried away so now I think it's more just a Spooky Thought I had to share with you. Whatever, Happy First Day of Fall! 😂)

oneforthemunny's spooky stories: rockstar!eddie x reader's time warp

or how halloween looks through the years for rockstar!eddie and nepo baby!reader :) ps pics below are for inspo that i used not specific more of just how the photos looked or what the idea was based off of!

October 31st, 1992

“Look at you.” Eddie grinned, dimples and shining eyes when they rolled over your frame. “My bride.” 

That you were, both in and out of costume. It was the only recognizable part of yourself right now, your engagement ring. Your skin had been tinged a pale green, the SFX artist made your ‘gashes’ and ‘stitches’ look far too real for your liking. Tonight, you were the bride of Frankenstein, instead of Munson. 

“Look at you.” You pouted, eyes rolling over his costume. Not Frankenstein, but… a vampire? “What-What are you wearing?” You huff, throwing an arm out at his costume. “We’re supposed to be Frankenstein and-” 

“-Technically, it’s Frankenstein’s monster.” Eddie grinned, fake fangs making his smile more sinister looking. “I had a last minute change. Dracula and Bride of Frankenstein together? That’s scandalous. So much better, baby, believe me. No one’s done this before.” 

You rolled your eyes, shifting the torn white dress to cover yourself. “When did you change your mind? While I was in makeup for six hours?” 

Eddie laughed, hands running down your skin. “I like your hair.” He muttered. “Think you should do this more often. Pretty metal look for you, baby.” 

“Yeah?” You hum, running a hand lightly over the electrified updo. “Too bad it’s a wig. Maybe I’ll keep it. Put it in the dungeon for you, when you want to get really weird and freaky.” 

“I always wanna get really weird and freaky with you.” Eddie growled, a low rasp in his tone that had your knees shaking. His lips ducked down towards yours, the fake blood around his mouth making your stomach turn. 

“No,” You shake your head. “Get these pictures first, then you can kiss me. I’m not sitting in makeup again, Munson, my ass was falling asleep. I was sitting there for so long.” 

“I can help you with that.” Eddie growled, a playful smack to your barely covered backside that had you shrilling, glaring at him through white contacts. 

October 31st, 1993

“You can barely even see the bump.” You huff, cradling your bare stomach in the mirror. “It just looks like I’m bloated.” 

“You’re out of your mind.” Eddie shook his head, inked hands cradling your torso. “You look so pretty.” 

Your lips settle in a pout, turning to the side, pushing your stomach out further in the pink, frilly lingerie from the 60’s. The sheer robe tied at your collarbones, flowing over your frame beautifully, parting so your belly could poke out. It wasn’t the pregnancy announcement you expected to have, but a fun one, regardless. One that would leave a shocking impression when it was sent to the press. 

Eddie’s ‘costume’ hung around his waist, arms crossed over his bare, tattooed chest. You grinned at the green, scaly suit- designed to subtly resemble Creature From The Black Lagoon’s monster. 

You smirked to yourself, looking at Eddie through the mirror. “My parents are going to hate this.” You grin, nearly proud. It made Eddie’s heart skip. 

“Good.” Eddie snorted with an eye roll. “Not their baby. Not their choice.” He shrugged, hands roaming protectively over your soft, stretched skin. “Victor shouldn’t hate it too much, right? It’s a movie reference, at least.” 

You laughed lightly. “True, and I’m… more covered than last time, right?” You grin, smoothing your hand over your exposed skin. 

“Definitely, much more reserved than last time.” Eddie grinned, chin hooking over your shoulder. “We have to be more appropriate, Button, now that we’re going to be parents.” Eddie mocked your father’s posh, droning tone, quoting what Victor nagged about over the last brunch you had together- a month ago when you told them you were expecting. 

Eddie’s lips pursed at the pinch still unfaltering in your brows, hands still smoothing over your belly. “Hey, look at me.” Eddie rasped, hand cradling your jaw gently, pulling your eyes to meet his. Those soft eyes that made your heart skip a beat every time you found yourself in their gaze. 

“Fuck ‘em, alright? This isn’t their baby, it’s our baby.” Eddie muttered. “You wanna do this? We don’t have to. I’ll tell them all to go fuck off if you want me to. Or we can do something different. Do the Mummy things if you want to. Just say the word. Your call-” 

“Ed.” The smile he’d been looking for graced your face finally. “I still want to do the photos. I’m just… I’m having a moment. I’m hormonal, and-and I’m just having a moment.” 

Eddie grinned, plush lips pressing a kiss to your nose. “Have a moment. You look hot, though.” 

“Thanks.” You muttered, eyes fluttering to look up at him through the strip of false lashes. “Not bloated?” 

Eddie snorted. “Definitely not. Very pregnant. Very, very hot.” 

October 31st, 1994 

“Ed, is she looking?” You say through a smile, eyes still trained on the camera. 

“No, she keeps looking at you.” Eddie huffed, lowering the camera. “Looking at your webs.” 

No crew this time, oh no, Eddie wanted to do it all on his own. The set up wasn’t elaborate, but your costume was. The Black Widow, finished with webs that attached to your dress, hung around you for the perfect dramatic effect Eddie was looking for. In your arms, your little itsy bitsy spider, Persephone. 

“Sephy,” Eddie cooed. “Fuck, babe, where’s the rattle thing? The lamb?” 

“I grabbed it. Look behind you.” You nodded, cradling Persephone closely, her little hands reaching for you and pulling the fake spider arms with her. “You’re just a pretty little spider, aren’t you? The cutest little spider!” 

“Found it!” The camera bounced on Eddie’s chest, shooting you a dimpled grin that had you flushing. “Look at me, Sephy! Look at Daddy!” 

You fixed her in your arms, cradling her to your side. “Is she looking?” 

“Yes, she is!” Eddie lilted in that babbling baby talk that had your heart swelling. “Look at my little spider. That’s so good, look at Daddy!” 

“You sure you don’t want to be in this one?” You asked, hoisting Sephy up higher into your arms, swaying her lightly. 

“Nah,” Eddie shook his head, looking down at the camera, pulling out the film. “Just wanna look at you, baby.” He winked. 

October 31st, 1999

“Kensie,” You coo, looking down at the red faced four year old, desperately trying to keep her from tearing off her ears, two fuzzy clips that mimicked a cute werewolf. “We just need to take a couple of photos, and then we can change and go Trick-or-Treating, I promise.” 

“I wanna go no-o-ow!” Kensie wailed, a piercing sob that had you cringing, the twins stirring in their black bassinet prop. 

“Kensington,” Eddie grit, adjusting Persephone’s cape. “Trick-or-Treating hasn’t even started. There’s nothing out there right now. No candy.” 

You glared at him lightly, though Kensie’s sniffles did ease. “No?” She asked, head tilting to the side sweetly. 

Eddie shook his head, green painted frown softening lightly. “No, baby. Doesn’t start until six. We have plenty of time.” 

“Better quit frowning, baby.” You hum, tapping your finger on Eddie’s creasing forehead paint. 

This year's theme was a take on the classic, creepy show from the 60’s. What better way to celebrate your still growing family than this? Everyone else was favoring the Addams Family this year, but not the Munson’s- Munster’s. 

“Are you ready, Mrs. Munson?” Phil asked, looking up from his camera at you. 

You nodded, fixing your dress while you stood next to Eddie, one hand on the bassinet. “You think they can tell?” You grit through your smile, your dress snug when you turn towards him. 

“No.” Eddie gritted back, eyes flickering down to your abdomen, just starting to swell with baby number five. “You look good, baby, always do.”

[whitehairandtraumatized-bracket]

WHITE HAIR AND TRAUMA BRAWL ROUND 2!

Polls are gonna be posted in sets of 8 this time around, eight groups of 8!!

As usual, voting is based on level of swag, trauma, and blorbo fave

We love propaganda, especially for those without!

Round 2 will most likely begin sometime late June!! I got finals coming up which makes working on this a bit trickier atm

MATCHUPS

Jonathan Harker (Dracula) vs. Klaus (Klaus)

Ken Kaneki (Tokyo Ghoul) vs. Orion Lake (The Scholomance)

Asra Al-Nazar (The Arcana Game) vs. Gen Asagiri (Dr. Stone)

Norman (The Promised Neverland) vs. Senku Ishigami (Dr. Stone)

Danny Phantom (Danny Phantom) vs. 2B (Nier: Automata)

Lysithea von Ordelia (Fire Emblem) vs. Cecil Gershwin Palmer (Welcome To Night Vale)

Jean Valjean (Les Miserables) vs. Zane (Ninjago)

Henry (Fire Emblem) vs. Black Jack/Kuro (Black Jack)

Jason Todd (Batman/DC Comics) vs. Loop (In Stars and Time)

Shigaraki Tomura (My Hero Academia) vs. Thief King Bakura (Yu-Gi-Oh!)

Scar (Fullmetal Alchemist) vs. Emet-Selch (Final Fantasy XIV)

Astarion (Baldur’s Gate 3) vs. Hero (The Property of Hate)

Fenris (Dragon Age 2) vs. Chat Blanc (Miraculous Ladybug)

Ginkgo (Mushi-Shi) vs. Yuji Kiba/Horse Orphnoch (Kamen Rider 555)

Anna (Frozen) vs. Bagi (QSMP)

Griffith (Berserk) vs. Seidou Takizawa (Tokyo Ghoul)

Siffrin (In Stars and Time) vs. Qifrey (Witch Hat Atelier)

The Princess (Slay The Princess) vs. Tommy Shepherd (Young Avengers/Marvel Comics)

Percy Jackson (Percy Jackson) vs. Ariane Yeong (Signalis)

Ekko (Arcane) vs. Niko Sasaki (Dead Boy Detectives)

Takashi “Shiro” Shirogane (Voltron) vs. Natsume Takashi (Natsume Yuujinchou (the manga)) 

Killua Zoldyck (Hunter x Hunter) vs. Tam (Aurora)

Silver the Hedgehog (Sonic the Hedgehog) vs. Agito (Origin: Spirits of the Past)

TommyInnit (Dream SMP) vs. Estinen Varineau (Final Fantasy XIV)

Kanade Yoisaki (Project SEKAI: Colorful Stage) vs. Ethoslab (Life Series SMP)

Lucretia/Madame Director (The Adventure Zone) vs. Ryou Bakura (Yu-Gi-Oh!)

Gojo Satoru (Jujitsu Kaisen) vs. Max (Sam and Max)

Itona Horibe (Assassination Classroom) vs. Michel Bollinger (The House In Fata Morgana)

Kakashi Hatake (Naruto) vs. Kiana Kaslana (Honkai Impact 3rd)

FitzChivalry Farseer (Realm of the Elderlings) vs. Rin Okumura (Blue Exorcist)

Nagito Komaeda (Danganronpa) vs. Bepo (One Piece)

Vergil () vs. Carl Fredricksen (Up)

Shion (No. 6) vs. Riku (Kingdom Hearts)

Eda Clawthone (The Owl House) vs. Magneto (X Men)

Weiss Schnee (RWBY) vs. Mithrun (Dungeon Meshi

Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher) vs. Nate “Near” River (Death Note)

“Godot” Diego Armando (Ace Attorney) vs. Asuka R. Kreutz (Guilty Gear)

Frieren (Frieren: Beyond Journey’s End) vs. Haruka Sakura (WIND BREAKER)

Lu Guang (Link Click) vs. Aziraphale (Good Omens)

Gorgug Thistlespring (Fantasy High: D20) vs. Lady Maria (Bloodborne)

Simon Blackquill (Ace Attorney) vs. Simon Petrikov/Ice King (Adventure Time)

Kaworu Nagisa (Neon Genesis Evangelion) vs. Sabitsuki (.flow)

Boothill (Honkai Star Rail) vs. Thancred Waters (Final Fantasy XIV)

Princess Yue (Avatar: The Last Airbender) vs. Hoid (Cosmere)

Dave Strider (Homestuck) vs. Captain Ahab (Moby Dick)

Hearthstone “Hearth” Alderman (Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard) vs. Kuga Yuma (World Trigger)

Edelgard von Hresvelg (Fire Emblem: Three Houses) vs. Cellbit (QSMP)

Santa Claus (Christmas/Pop Culture) vs. Kouji Ibuki (Cardfight!! Vanguard)

Percy de Rolo (Critical Role) vs. John Oliver (Last Week Tonight)

Claudia (The Dragon Prince) vs. Storm/Ororo Munroe (X-Men)

Jack Frost (Rise of the Guardians) vs. Thistle (Dungeon Meshi)

Daenerys Targaryen (A Song of Ice and Fire/game of thrones too ig)  vs. Csevet Aisava (The Goblin Emperor)

Santa/Aoi Kurashiki (Zero Escape) vs. Roxy Lalonde (Homestuck)

Guts (Berserk) vs. Liv Moore (iZombie)

Alina Starkov (Shadow and Bone) vs. Remnan (Gnosia)

Ranboo (Dream SMP) vs. Utatane Piko (Vocaloid)

Atsushi Nakajima (Bungou Stray Dogs) vs. Jean Pierre Polnareff (JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure)

Emilia (Re: Zero) vs. Kochi Haruno (ZENO Daily Life)

Inuyasha (Inuyasha) vs. Neo Queen Serenity (Sailor Moon)

Kida Nedakh (Atlantis: The Lost Empire) vs. Jonathan Sims (The Magnus Archives)

Shoto Todoroki (My Hero Academia) vs. Susan Murphy/Ginormica (Monsters vs. Aliens)

Hakuri Sazanami (Kagurabachi) vs. Dr. Two Brains (WordGirl)

Allen Walker (D. Gray-Man) vs. Mytho (Princess Tutu)

White Lily Cookie (Cookie Run: Kingdom) vs. Kazumi Onimaru (Cardfight!! Vanguard)

polls might not be linked this time around cuz I don't want the post to explode like the first one did,,,,. will still try to update it in some way shape or form however

[doriansredroses]

I know you all (most of you) said that I should do the gothic literature school au as my next fanfic, but I’m still very indecisive about everything. Which should I do? This also factors in my mental health and emotional state. I’m hardly able to focus on anything currently but writing is one thing I can sometimes do, rather than just staring into space. I am going to list everything below.

Jonathan in Wonderland: The title may not be finalized but it’s an Alice in Wonderland au starring Jonathan Harker! I plan to write it as if he’s documenting his adventure in his diary and I’ll draw in references from the original Dracula novel plus add my own twists. This is definitely more of a whimsically gothic story that combines the whimsy of my childhood (I’ve always been obsessed with Alice in Wonderland) and my love of gothic literature. It is the shortest fanfic on this list and will prep me for my bigger Dracula project I tried to write two months ago but couldn’t due to stress.

A Court of Music and Mischief: This is my Amadeus faerie au that pokes fun of the ACOTAR series (hence the name) that stars Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, Antonio Salieri, and my own faerie oc that’s inspired by the Queen of the Night (vaguely inspired). It is the second longest fanfic in length on this list. Mozart and Salieri basically play Feyra’s role and my oc is in Tamlin’s. I hated ACOTAR but love faerie lore so this idea was sparked. I plan to take this down the dark fantasy route rather than gothic, taking inspiration from 80s fantasy movies like Labyrinth and a more modern book called The Kingdom of Back by Marie Lu. Amadeus is an 80s film and I’m using its release date to further my creative flow. The book is actually about Mozart’s sister and he also is a character featured in this historical fantasy retelling. I’m also absolutely obsessed with Mozart right now and that’ll probably be a lifelong craze. Salieri, yes I like him a lot as well. Should I do this fanfic?

Gothic lit school au: I don’t have a title yet nor is this very developed, but I’m thinking about setting it in college/university that’s dark academia and focuses on my favorite characters from gothic literature in a more modern/alternate dimension. I want to do this one because I love gothic literature, dark academia, and I definitely want to base this around the themes of melancholia, darkness, and good vs evil/morals. My only concern is that it’ll be too taxing right now since it’s the longest fanfic on this list and that it’s insanely dark. I’ve felt awful emotionally lately and a lot of my writing has reflected those feelings (melancholy, evil, etc). Part of me thinks I should do something more lighthearted and shorter. I put aside a novel length collab I wanted to do with a friend due to my mental health so I’m unsure about writing this right now.

Thoughts?

Tagging:

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@ilovegayvampires

@mysteryofvampires

@mushroomsie224

@fetchmearum420

@urcrocsrsoggy

I can’t think of anyone else right now because I’m so fried.

[keeshon09]

I’m gonna talk about The Wolfpack 5 Installments: 1978 IAAPA Expo/The Japanese Theme Park(aka where it all began)

In November 1978, The Wolf Pack 5 made their first debut at 1978 IAAPA Expo in Atlanta, Georgia. Complete footage of this show was discovered in 2021 and can be viewed on YouTube .

The 1978 IAAPA Expo's background had various characters Creative Engineering had made (The Scab, Willie Wabbit, Count Dracula, Friendly Freddy, Jingle bells Jamboree, Confederate Critter Show and The Bear Country Jubilee), as well as the words "Creative Engineering Inc" towards the top of the backdrop.

The flooring of the display was green. All the characters, expect Fats, stood on top of platforms. The Wolfman wore a yellow pinstripe suit with a green bowtie, it was later changed into a blue tuxedo with a black bow tie. Fats wore a golden tuxedo and played a light blue upright piano. Dingo wore a black turtleneck with a light blue jacket, her Drums were label "Wolfpack 5'. Beach Bear wore a pair of tropical-floral print shorts. Queenie wore a light blue shirt, Black Pants and a blue scarf

an unknown Japan Theme Park(Kobe Portopialand) brought the show and Creative Engineering sold the original Wolfpack 5 show from IAAPA, and was finished installed at the park somewhere in 1979. where they could be seen performing for attendees of the event from March 20 to September 15, 1981.

This show was placed on an elevated stage. The animatronic, except for Fats(again), kept their platforms from 1978. The top of the stage reads, "Animal Band." Background text read, “アニマルバンド,” which translates to "Animal Band." The bottom of the stage was blue instead of green, and the floor the band stood on was green.

The curtains for the show were red, and a divider between the show and the seating area. The Characters’s original cosmetics were changed. The Wolfman wore a blue tuxedo and a black bowtie.

Fats remained the same, wore his gold tuxedo and played a brown upright piano instead of his blue one. Dingo wore a black turtleneck and a white overshirt, her drumhead also went unchanged. Beach Bear wore a pair of yellow tropical-floral print shorts. Queenie wore a black turtleneck, a pink overshirt, and Black Pants.

Their outfits, stage, props, and cosmetics were Changed in the 1981 Portopia event in Japan. The Wolfman wore a Red checkered tuxedo and bowtie with a white dress shirt. Fats STILL worr his usual golden tuxedo, even though his piano is now painted black (Like they like Fats' piano more than him). Dingo now wears a pink hat and a gray jacket. Her drum set had been removed and replaced with a generic one. Beach Bear's outfit didn't change. Queenie now wore a long, flowing orange dress.

In Somewhere in 2023, The show was rediscovered by "Pasqnotrook' to still be held in a storage unit in Japan before being sold to an unknown buyer in Japan. On October 27, 2023, images of the characters in the original storage unit would be released to the public.