#dracfield

[ladysyrabellarouex]

Dracfield Romance AI Art.

When you passionately love somebody so much that loves bleeds into you like a bride to his? when would a devoring passion romance envelope your soul?

[kbaker1431]

I haven't written fanfiction in nearly 2 years. But then I looked at the last one I wrote and decided that I was going to rewrite it.

So far I have written 1.5k words and I haven't even reached the plot that is at the beginning of the original. I've been writing a whole beginning for this fanfic that is only mentioned briefly in the original, because I think it deserves it's own spotlight.

And there is soon much more for me to play with and it's going to be longer than the original at this point i'm just praying I made it better and not worse. But I guess I'll find out when I publish it

[vivisectophile]

my beautiful dracula collection........ as well as the play script and some pins

[openthefobwatch]

The villagers: do NOT go to the castle, that creepy count will enslave you and drink your blood

Renfield: oh no that's so scary :( and you said the directions were...

[purru]

chuu chuu in tokyo

[vivisectophile]

more dracfield nsfw needed but they never have sex because dracula edges him

[voivode-dracula]

9 May.

I again have time only to write in the moments before the cockcrow, for caring for my guest consumes much of my time. Never before have I had to set the table, change the sheets, do all those menial tasks reserved for servants and women. Bah! But I would have all done right, and so the tasks must be performed by my own hands.

When Mr. Harker awoke on the first evening after his arrival, we had much conversation—for I wanted to talk, if only for talking's sake, that by our talking I may learn the English intonation. He asked many questions, which I answered most frankly; but some of his questions I pretended that I could not understand, and so changed the discourse.

He told that when he left Bistritz he had heard many strange words:—

“I could hear a lot of words often repeated, queer words, amongst them were ‘Ordog’, ‘pokol’, ‘stregoica’, ‘vrolok’ and ‘vlkoslak’. I wonder if you might tell me about these superstitions?”

With a smile I told him the meaning of each word; and whilst he waited politely for me to finish—ah, the English politeness again!—I could see the eagerness to clarify growing in his face.

“But what,” said he, “would bring the people to speak of these superstitions?”

At this I sheered away from the subject, and used the loose thread of superstition to speak on the old custom of burying suicides at cross-roads.

“How interesting!” my dear young friend said; and by then he had been well diverted from the particular words which the peasants had spoken.

Then we drifted into other matters. He told me the facts of the purchase, took my signature, and I ensured that he wrote then and there a letter to post to Mr. Hawkins, which I could send on his behalf. I had, of course, known where the estate would be—through my own methods—and had made my own researches, but I wished to know all, and Mr. Harker did not fail me. He is indeed full of talent in his own way, for he presented me even with kodak views from various points.

Furthermore, the knowledge I had acquired was outdated—for he informed me that, of the few houses close at hand, one has been formed into a private lunatic asylum. Aha! This may be useful to me. I have a way with madmen. And I, too, have ways of reaching out to those minds which are receptive to my call, though I know not who they be.

I chatted with my young friend until his voice had well gone hoarse, and even so he said nothing in protest. This pleased me greatly—it is so, then, as Mr. Peter Hawkins said. He shall be ready to attend on me when I will during his stay, and shall take my instructions in all matters.

[edenparkway]

Me, in a bagel shop as i look for wifi:

Universe, am I on the right course? Writing my Renfield story?

The Universe: