#dracdad

[struchard-blog]

@dracdad

It was a “normal” day in the Great Hall of Hotel Transylvania, at least, as normal as it could be. It’s been years since he arrived there, and he still hasn’t got totally used to the daily life around there.

Lots of monsters were walking, running, flying and crawling around as they normally do, most of them his friends, and even sharing some of his greatest secrets to a select few.

As he was creating a playlist on his mobile for the next weeding, he noticed Drac coming down from the main staircase (around 80 meters from where he was standing), looking around like a boss, checking if everything was operating normally. 

Something clicked inside his head, as he remembered the great idea he had for next Halloween. Not wasting any time, he decided to open the Monstchat app to text him.

He typed: “Hey dude, how’s everything going? I think I have a super awesome idea for this year’s Halloween party that will knock everyone’s socks off!!”

[erickadracula]

Podrá nublarse el sol eternamente, Ericka; podrá secarse en un instante el mar; podrá romperse el eje de la tierra como un débil cristal. ¡Todo sucederá! Podrá la muerte cubrirme con su fúnebre crespón; pero claro, jamás en mí podrá apagarse la llama de tu amor.

“¡Oh Drac eres mi vida y te amo! Sin haber creído en coincidencias o en la absurda alineación de los planetas, ahora legítimamente creo que inexorablemente el destino nos unió.”

La manera de él de profesar su amor, hacía que su corazón engrandeciera, tocando todas sus fibras sensibles y agradeciendo cada día las causas y las posibilidades de que pudiera encontrar aquella alma que fuera su compañera en este viaje llamado vida.

[minamxrray]

@dracdad liked for a starter 

“I just can’t get him to walk?” Mina briefly props Quincey up on her lap, a little bounce being given demonstrating clearly that the infant is very sturdy on his legs. Lowering him down to the floor, keeping a tight hold on his hands, there is a wobble as she attempts to draw him a step forward. Look of utter confusion crossing the infant’s face before he plops down onto his rear with a soft thud to sit happily at her feet.  “What would you recommend? He just seems to have no desire for it.”

[lionxlilyxevans]

@dracdad liked for a starter!

“You know, I really expected it to be harder to get used to flying without a broom.”

[contractualsarcasm]

@dracdad liked X for a starter

“If it makes you feel better about the whole ’bleh bleh bleh’ thing-- people from my homeland have such a supiriority complex that we often call those who do not speak our native tongue ‘barbarians’ because to us it justt sounds like ‘bar bar bar’ when they speak.”

[populairephantom]

UPDATED actual photo of Erik’s actual dad @dracdad disciplining his child and also regretting his adoptive decisions 

[mcka-moved]

dracdad replied to your post “i feel like my dash icon is just too,,,, iconic to change. u kno ?”

what, the duck?

ITS NOT A FUCKING DUCK

[devilofthecresentisle]

@dracdad

“Must be something going on tonight....huh.” Martha muttered to herself, looking up at the stone walkway over her head.

She had made herself a little home under the walkway to Dracula’s hotel several weeks before, after an altercation with some humans went very bad for her. The witch noticed the hotel seemed to still be under construction when she first arrived, it was very quiet and work seemed to be always being done. This was the first time she had heard a large group passing overhead toward the structure, which she only assumed meant it was open for business.

She was in pain...kind of a lot of it. She had gotten into an altercation with some people in the next town over that resulted in her being injured. Leaning back against the stone pillar behind her she grunted, poking at the fire near her with a stick to keep it going. So far no one had really noticed she was there, so she didn’t expect today to be any different.