#draculya

[saintsdeath]

The count would bend over him, a shadow looming on the eve of battle, caressing death's cheekbones while mouth descended on the shell of an ear. He breathes against the soft and sensitive skin, breath cold and stale: "Hot dogs are tacos."

FOR    A    MOMENT    THE    AIR    IS    COLD                       haunted  ,    and desperate    /    all warmth drained                      (    all such darkness  ----    he has taken all from this earth  ,    how much do you hunger  ?    how much will you take until they burn your heart out  ?    )                      there is a shiver  ,   wracked violently down his spine  ,   like the hand of god himself wrapped around vertebrae    /    volatile nails dug into sinew  ,    and rot  ,    and decay  .    he breathes                      ❝    shut the fuck up    ❞  

[nekroculler]

draculya replied to your post: Hector is an absolute lightweight and can’t handle...

dracula facepalming in the distance

“n-No, Lord Dadula li sten. Y-- Ya gotta listen. That blue teeth demon?? Top! Tier fuckability.”

[alonelycastle]

You're four.

He’s four. He’s reading and drawing, imagining scenarios from the books he has read and casting characters of toys in the entrance hall of the castle. The sheer drop off the balcony is meant to be a great cliff in the midst of an adventure. 

There had been a dragon involved, and he was playing the part of the creature, knocking small stuffed creatures off the edge in order to grant power to a serf, become knight. Knight of the great dragon. 

At least, that is what he imagined, leaping off the balcony to float down and curse cruel folk away. He collected his stuffed creatures and set them back up on the “cliff”, and continued the charade.

[alonelycastle]

dignosci

and then the wolf levitates

draculya

baby: is a wolf baby: is a flying wolf parents: going crazy

listen.

parenting is hard.

[heartbetween]

hot dog ramen is real and it CAN hurt you.

i came out to have a good time and im feeling so attacked right now

[cadavrange]

The count presents him with a boon; a delicacy of human proportions: a hot dog wrapped in a taco shell, draped with shredded lettuce.

[elvcnson]

@draculya​ said: "They will cry for me, call me in the song of the pitch black night."

‘ YOU SPEAK LIKE ONE IN THE HABIT OF COLLECTING LOST THINGS. Things that become strayed, captured to the dark...I ponder even such creatures as those would hold a desire to be FOUND. ’ As all lost things in their nature, undoubtedly do. Distrust mars Legolas’ smooth timbre, yet it offers up no less  C U R I O S I T Y within it’s musing. Despite how fair features remained perfect in their cast of placid neutrality. A bed of MOSS AND LEAF underfoot, barely shifting beneath the voiceless tread of the ellon.

Though GREENLEAF moves at length to DRAW DOWN the draping hood of a cloak, exposing pale tresses to the night, caution keeps the lithe elven body at a distance. Gaze like fallen f r o s t  beneath dark brows, sharp and flickering to find silhouette among the umbra. ‘ Tell me, do you give  a n s w e r  to them when they cry to the night or merely PAUSE in the shadows to listen to their melody? ’