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[harkeir]

✟   𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥.  ╾    @mercilesbride​

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭     had finally become acceptance, jonathan accepting that his lot in life was to be this   monster   made by love; unwilling to part with his beloved, rather he would damn himself than to leave her to walk alone into the unknown embrace of that devil. for all his years spent in the shadow of the castle, he had yet maintained his role as the count’s clerk. the work was scarce, but present: as the properties he strove to possess far from his home in transylvania needed  some  hand to manage them. as for the management of his wives...

❝ ╾ miss aleera, ❞     he speaks, his voice low: never daring above the slight volume required of their senses, and testing,   gentle,   knowing well the fickle emotions of their vampiric company. not wanting to rouse them beyond calling for their attention.     ❝ you’ve not said a word since you entered. is there something that ails you ?   ❞

#✟ 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ╾ ❛ o what black hours we have spent this night; what sights you saw; ways you went #mercilesbride #he is the wife sitter

[harkeir]

@draculyr​ 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 :     "doesn't want to kiss any of you" bitch there's 2 and a half chapters of him salivating over lips. their lips. his lips. don't u even start with me i will fu

hey arent you dead or something

#✟ 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 ╾ ❛ scan with darksome devouring eyes my bruised bones #draculyr #alright fucker

[harkeir]

@mercilesbride​​ 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 :​     ❛ english twink. ❜

i hate it here

#✟ 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 ╾ ❛ scan with darksome devouring eyes my bruised bones #mercilesbride #this is why jon doesnt want to kiss any of u

[harkeir]

𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒   if you would like a short starter from jonathan.

#self reblog / #its 9am bad time for the dash but come get some

[harkeir]

DRACULA…   the very mention of the name brought to mind things so evil,  so fantastic,  so disturbing that one would wonder if it wasn’t all a dream.     A NIGHTMARE.     and the man within it,   one who lived after death,   who lived on human blood…   who took the form of a bat and lured his victims to a fate worse than DEATH !     |    selective original interpretation of count dracula of bram stoker’s works,   ft. canon from the book,  dracula’s guest,  castlevania, heavy eastern-european folklore references,  musical elements,  canon from universal studios,  heavy headcanon bias and non-bbc compliance.  oc-positive.  established 9/9/19, still written by Béla.  |  18+: horror themes, blood drinking, death, transfiguration, heavy sexual references     ©

#✟ 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐨 ╾ ❛ kiss my hand to the stars; lovely-asunder starlight wafting him out of it #eye strain tw #glitch tw #bela is a fucking legend #and their dracula is #i cant even say enough about him #basically if drac breathed hed breathe through this blog

[harkeir]

✟   𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥.  ╾   ❛ @karnstcins​​

so bitten by the wilderness, his cadaverous palms, chilled to the bone, struggle to keep hold of the meager cup in his palms: eyes are distant, listless, as a cold sweat remains dampening his brow. his german is awkward, made more clumsy by his fleeting consciousness, but after finally rising from his torpor, he has recovered some of his senses.

❝ ╾ thank you, for your hospitality. ❞   comes jilted speech, as if he has not yet shaken off his fear: somewhere, though distant, the stale air of the count’s halls echoes with his name. lord take him, he hears it still!   ❝ how long have i... been here? ❞

#✟ 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ╾ ❛ o what black hours we have spent this night; what sights you saw; ways you went #karnstcins #jonathan leaves one vampire castle #falls into a new vampire house in austria #whomp whomp #sitcom music plays aggressively in bg #if this isnt easy to reply to or #you dont see it working #or would just prefer smth else lmk! #i am always down to either give another #or we could plot #but i hope you do enjoy jonathan trauma harker

[harkeir]

𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒   if you would like a short starter from jonathan.

#✟ 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 ╾ ❛ of heart thou hast wrung: hast thy dark descending and most art merciful then #mutuals only ofc! #and get a lot of good harker juice #yum yum good for ur bones

[harkeir]

❛  𝙂𝙍𝙀𝙀𝙆𝙁𝙇𝘼𝙒.    ╾     𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘺

*  harkeir​​  (  jonathan h.  )  chose #47 from 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 meme .  .  .

   perhaps nostalgia seeps through him, or perhaps he is acknowledging the truth of all situations  :  MEMORY IS UNAVOIDABLE.   ❝  that full - bellied moon  .  .  .  she’s shining on me.  ❞   a pause occurs, followed by a small smile.   ❝  she pulls on this heart like she pulls on the sea.  ❞   THE SMOKE IN THE AIR CANNOT HIDE HIS TRUE EMOTIONS.   (  he is only human, after all.  )   fingers move to push his spectacles up the bridge of his nose,  only to allow his gaze to shift from the one beside him to the blackened sky above thereafter.   ❝  when I was a child,  ❞  he begins,  ❝  I used to believe that the moon was following me.  ❞  a breathless laughs occurs.  ❝  I was certain that she  ( the moon )  was following me home at night to protect me.  ❞  TODAY IS FAR FROM CHILDHOOD  .  .  .  and yet, the mere memory of such a time makes a genuine smile place itself upon Henry’s mouth.

the 𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙶 that was chosen  :  𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈 .  .  .

having spent his youth amongst ledgers and musty old books of practice, jonathan had seldom encountered the cultured aesthete, and poetry to him was a foreign tongue which he had not the mind to truly appreciate. although words were sweet, there was something, some distant light which he could not touch, that shown in the other’s speech. a romantic, speaking softly of things beyond his mind of numbers and ordinance. however, the solicitor could not deny that his voice, gentle as the perfumed breeze, was soothing: and though he could not comprehend it, he became raptured by its spell, following him with eyes that glittered like moonlight upon the sea, brimming with intrigue. ever the listener, hand resting atop one perched knee, as he lay his head against the seat, as if a child settling to sleep with a story upon his ear. 

❝ ╾ and as a child you were not afraid of the night ?  if i could recall, i believe i had always imagined some witch or beast outside my window... ❞  

#interaction tag tbt #greekflaw #takes 15 years to reply

[harkeir]

              as we burst into the room,   the count turned his face,   and the hellish look that I had heard described seemed to leap into it.     his eyes flamed red with devilish passion.    the great nostrils of the white aquiline nose opened wide and quivered at the edge,   and the white sharp teeth,   behind the full lips of the blood dripping mouth,   clamped together like those of a wild beast.   |    private & selective original interpretation of bram stoker’s  COUNT DRACULA,   borrowing from numerous source material of film,   musical,   broadway and gothic literature,   and being mainly headcanon based.     18+ and written by béla.     will feature themes of blood,   death,   infant death,  vampirism,   sex,  horror and religious blasphemy.    supports mains/exclusives.   non-bbc compliant.   ESTABLISHED IN SEPTEMBER OF 2019.   /   information.

#promo tag tbt #BASTARD VAMPIRE MAN STRIKES AGAIN

[harkeir]

my name is jonathan i’m 32 years old and ive had a really rough year

#ooc tag tbt #hello and welcome to my kin

[harkeir]

𝘍𝘈𝘕𝘛𝘖𝘔𝘞𝘐𝘚𝘌

𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜  𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍  𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢  𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍  themselves in blue satin frills, and the young and brave alice kinglseigh shook out her golden hair and grasped the solicitor’s hand quite tightly in her own    to seal a most decisive promise,    ❝  you needn’t worry.  why, i wouldn’t say anything about it, even if I fell off the top of a house!   ❞

high, gaunt cheeks, stained with the dark purple mask of many sleepless nights. eyes seem hollow, yet even as she speaks, sounding so very much like home and of sweet england, they alight with some desperate hope. until, hand outstretched, he follows in her manners as if he had never left exeter. lips pursed with yet some unspoken secret, for fear the girl would find him quite mad, should she know the extent of his tale. even as he spoke, still he trembled, fingertips weak and racketing in her palm. a momentary smile stretches the pallid skin of his cheeks, creasing in bewilderment. so young, nearly a child. and in all her ferocious spirit, as queer as one. like unto a doormouse, he speaks little, low, as if the words themselves must twist their way back up his throat.   ❝ thank you. how came you by... well, i was certain i would be halfway to hungary... ❞

#interaction tag tbt #fantomwise #how long has it been since he didnt have to wait three hours #to get a word in edgewise damn

[harkeir]

❝  but i am not in heart to describe beauty, for when i had seen the view i explored further. doors, doors, doors every-where, and all locked and bolted. in no place save from the windows in the castle walls is there an available exit. the castle is a veritable prison, and i am a prisoner ! ❞                        jonathan harker, of bram stoker’s dracula  (1897).    novel and headcanon based, with film and musical influences of dracula (1931), bram stoker’s dracula (1992), and dracula: the musical.      does not interact with dracula (2020).    est. 2020.   as signed by aster.

#self promo tag tbt. #dracula rp #vampire rp #horror rp #historical rp #victorian rp #idk what else to tag #as usual

[harkeir]

𝘋𝘙𝘈𝘊𝘜𝘓𝘠𝘙

𝐅𝐎𝐑  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓  𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄  had kept him intrigued, leering over the bannister to watch the swirl of richly dyed fabrics amble across the floor.   occasionally the monster’s keen sight would pick out the pale face of a jilted lover or the markedly beautiful face of a fledgling whose name could scarcely be remembered.   at times the fog would clear and his eyes would dance with lucid memory through the distant burrows of time, and in the glare of mournful light that surrounded the red iris would come the faintest and purest look of levity that the count could ever muster.   it disguised his own discomfort, which was to any pair of sharp eyes actually quite evident in every false breath his deathly lungs had drawn. 

as he leaned further over the richly carved railing, his eye was caught by a most familiar-looking mien; chiseled and as pale as his own, but young and gallant in the way that humans were, when the vampire was most prone to change, and blood in them was as fresh and quick as the days when once they’d lived.

the count’s terrible mouth drew back to smile when his gaze fell to the sharp pair of teeth between harker’s own red lips, and the feeling of unimaginable power came over him wildly and filled him with the sadistic excitement his heart had been secretly yearning for.

❝    did not i tell you, my dear friend jonathan, that i was not attuned to such happy gatherings and their frivolous celebration?   and while there is no work for me this evening but to watch the enjoyment of my guests, i cannot yet allow myself to succumb to the enticements and temptations of this sacred night…    ❞     the count’s question was rather pointed, relying solely on the memory of a once-beloved prisoner that had finally succumbed to the hellish nature of the very temptation he’d tried so hard to avoid.   kisses for all there had been, and yet more for his beloved wife and the strapping american that had been so invested in the protection of his once beloved bride               with a maliciously bitter smile, he turned to jonathan in a particularly gruesome way;  one hand outstretched to cup his shoulder through finery and lace, though his grip was still like iron.      

                      ❝    but perhaps i can yet be persuaded…  for the eucharist  has yet to be had from our special guest of honor:    pray, what do you know of this night and its traditions?     ❞

long had the fangs bestowed upon him ached to bite, to rip, to tear into pale flesh which housed so tumultuous a spirit; so vile that it, too, stirred even the clouds, which hung low and dark about the spires of his castle. a memory! so foul was it that it ate at his decaying heart, cold and unmoving. how deeply he wished to drink of the man before him, inhale his sweet blood and bring life to himself once more, which was so stolen from him! but softened heart still wept at such monstrous desire, and so his rage curled, deep into the dark pits of his soul, and festered there still.

not a friend, no, never friend. enemy yet, even as in his veins clung the thick, evil verses of the devil. blooded by his ruby mouth, cold against the nape of his neck, which had drunk so deeply of his humanity and filled him in turn with an endless greed.

❝ ╾ i should say i know little. ❞   or perhaps that he did, but did dare not speak of the evil! thirsty tongue fell dumb in his mouth, as he summoned speech. taking not one, but two times to conjure his voice, as eyes raised, leaden in their speed, to meet the icy stare of the other. through all difficulty, however, he secured his gaze. cruel! the delight in his eyes, far beyond simple pleasure for the joys of the evening, instead the evil satisfaction of a beast who has claimed his slaughter. how he must revel knowing he will soon take another beyond the grave.

❝ but that there is quite the means for celebration. you spoke to me once at length regarding the traditions of one walpurgisnacht, and once of deceased ancestors. ❞   but he did know: it took no little theory to devise what exactly the count had planned, and it made jonathan’s heart weigh heavily. to think another innocent soul would be taken by the devil turned what little blood lay in his veins thick and hot. though, sickeningly, he could not separate the rage from the thirst! somewhere in this grand castle beat the mortal heart of another sacrificial lamb. and in the grand hall danced devils, waiting to break bread with the forbidden fruit.

❝ pray, dear count, what of our guest ? ❞

#❛ ✟ ╾ jonathan ╾ interactions #draculyr #oof

[harkeir]

@draculyr​ ╾ all hallows eve ball starter (reverse uno card)

he followed the practiced motions of a gentleman fixing about the collar of his shirt: the fashion of his time now past, instead traded for the more modern accessories. pocket-watch traded for a wrist-watch, silk imperial exchanged for the more delicate, tightly tied tied which laid across a pure white breast. however stark, either by bright red fabric about the pale neck, or dark circles as deeply colored as the rich, thick fabric of his frock coat, his appearance was overall unknown to him. for as long and as hard as he would gaze into the mirror, memory tracing over the ghost of where his image should stand, there was naught to be seen.

breath exhales. weightless, though in him something heavier lay. were not for guilt, leaden as metal, cradled in his chest, perhaps he might float far beyond the floor. toward the high rafters, out through the ceiling, through the stormy skies above the castle, and out finally, free, toward heaven ╾ god, forbid he entreat upon heaven!  devil’s curse upon him, marked in all his sin; the cursed, wretched thing implanted inside him since first he stood before this forsaken castle.

eyes which bore a bitterness inescapable, the darkness of that horrid infection had now long since fallen across the face of his maker astride him: though he had not felt them linger. tall he stood, far above the regalia of his children, lovers, family. he seemed more so imposing not by the height far above them, but by the sternness in which his gaze trickled coolly down the sharp line of his nose. a gargoyle, crouched high to observe, though not yet partaking of the rejoicing of his kin. jonathan leveled the bite of his glower, rightened his jaw and posture, and turned his eyes to the ground. though, in his heart, still he cursed, with a ferocity  held for so long. for still he loathed what weakness had led his fickle heart to sin.

❝ ╾ you offer your hospitality but do not partake of your own celebration... ? ❞

#draculyr #first time writing in 1500 years #enjoi #❛ ✟ ╾ jonathan ╾ interactions

[harkeir]

                  AND SO I ENTREAT YE,   DEVIL;  why cast me aside ?     remember,   that I am thycreature;   i ought to be thy Adam;   but I am rather the fallen angel,   whom thou drivest from joy for no misdeed.   |  private & selective original interpretation of bram stoker’s  COUNT DRACULA,    borrowing from numerous source material of film,   musical,   broadway and gothic literature,   and being mainly headcanon based.      largely 18+ and written by béla.   will feature themes of blood,   death,   vampirism,   horror and religious blasphemy.  /  ©

#p. #nasty boy

[harkeir]

accurate representation of jonathan and dracula from chapter 3. @harkeir​

#draculyr tag tbt #im not letting bela delete this

[harkeir]

dracula, asking jonathan if he can hire any more cute solicitors to tend to his affairs:

#❛ ✟ ╾ ooc : shitposting #my first post is shitposting yay