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I was having thoughts about Van Helsing's turning in my Vampire Polycula AU and it just spiraled from there.

A couple of wordless images and youtube link below the cut

#vampire polycula #dracula bad ending

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I got to sketching out the vampiric Crew of Light's bat forms!

#vampire polycula #dracula bad ending

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Enfield sharing some gossip with Utterson

#jekyll and hyde

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Jonathan's got this all thought out

#dracula daily

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She's already eaten, professor, don't worry about it~

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The portrait of one Dorian Gray, painted by Basil Hallward.

Surely this portrait will remain beautiful for years to come :)

(The full series is below the cut for disturbing imagery)

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Quincey P. Morris, vampire cowboy

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Sometimes you just have to reanimate your dead creator who you drove to death by exposure and exhaustion in the arctic.

Victor's having fun~

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Coming from a discussion on the LXGF discord server, presenting Aronnax wearing Ms. Frizzle fashion!

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Star god OC of mine.

#oc #drawing #stars

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Vampire Polycula Chapter 4

Dracula is his own trigger warning in this chapter(and the book as a whole but who’s counting?).

Jonathan stared into red eyes, completely limp, unable to even blink. As if all life and strength was drained out of him. Yet he still felt the hand caress his face, while those eyes lit up with something akin to pride and fondness. No, possessiveness. It wasn’t pride in him, either, it was the gleam of pride of someone staring at a piece of their work brought to fruition.

His eyes flew open and he realized he could move again. Mina still lay, fast asleep, in his arms, her body cold against the warmth of the blankets. Some of her hair had fallen into her face and he brushed it back. She looked more rested than she had yesterday, but still had the grime of traveling, dying, and reviving as a vampire. He glanced at a doorway to a small room, with a curtain in place of a door, and could see the beginnings of a washroom. They could probably both use a good washing up. It was that thought that made him realize they didn’t have a change of clothes either, so there was no chance of getting into something that wasn’t covered in sweat and blood. With a sigh, he relaxed deeper into the mattress, his will to get up quickly diminishing. A hunger gnawed at him, as if he had not eaten in days. Not that eating would fix his stomach crying for food, so he just closed his eyes and ignored it.

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I somehow have never posted about my CoS boi so here's Ulysses who was, at the time of drawing this, just an archfey warlock but later multiclassed into a circle of stars druid.

#dnd #dnd warlock #feylock #circle of stars druid #archfey warlock #dnd fairy

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Chapter 3

This one took a while and I’m sure during the editing process I’ll change things, but we’re saving that until after the whole rough draft is done. There is a lot of foreshadowing in this one, though. Or, maybe clues would be a better term?

Also, if I messed up on the Dutch in this chapter, please let me know!

The room Dracula took them to had a common area between the four bedchambers, unlit candles placed around the room and on sconces on the walls, a chandelier above them. It was well-furnished, with a seating area by a set of bookshelves and small dining table near the center of the room, with a pitcher full of wine and chalices as a centerpiece. Jonathan had nearly set foot inside before Dracula slammed the door behind him with a loud BANG. It made him jump and caused visions to dance before his eyes, visions of the door being thrown open right before vampiric lips could touch his throat, right before Dracula insisted to the weird sisters that he was… that he was his.

Quincey’s soft gasp for air brought him back to reality as Jack and Arthur laid him on a fainting couch, Van Helsing rushing over to help attend to him. “Damn it, Quincey,” Jack muttered, half-sobbing.

“I’ll be right as rain, don’t you fret,” Quincey whispered, apparently as loud as he was able to muster.

“Why did you think that was a good idea?!”

“Just wanted to check…”

“Check what?! What he would do to us if we cross him?!”

“Check that we could still hurt him.” Jack stopped and stared as Quincey smiled. “He said we weren’t allowed to hurt him, so I reckoned that meant we still could, so long as we weren’t trying to kill him.”

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Chapter 2

More Vampire Polycula! (I did decide to split them into chapters otherwise Chapter 1 would be 7000 words long)

Jonathan’s eyes blazed with fury and he would’ve lunged at him if Arthur had not stopped him at the last second, grabbing his wrist. The previously blank expression had broken slightly, replaced with barely contained fear. His anger only made Dracula smile, revealing his sharp fangs. He stepped forward but Van Helsing moved to block his approach. Dracula glanced over at him, and the next second Van Helsing went flying into the wall nearly ten meters away.

Jonathan didn’t waste a second, tearing himself out of Arthur’s grasp and throwing himself at the monster. He moved faster than he would’ve thought possible, certainly faster than was possible for a human, grabbed him by the lapel, and raised his kukri over his heart, fully intending to pierce his chest with it. Yet his hand stopped long before he could make contact. It soon became a struggle to even hold the blade up, and he stayed still for several long seconds before his arm lowered harmlessly again against his will and he took a step back. He wanted to stab him again, but his body wouldn’t respond, like it couldn’t even conceive of the action, and instead he sheathed his blade.

It was then he realized that Dracula hadn’t even tried to dodge the attack, just smirked at Jonathan the entire time, maintaining eye contact, and was now just staring at him with a smile. “Very good, very good indeed!” he laughed. “You lasted even longer than I expected, and I did expect you to show some fight.”

Jack had run over to check on the professor, who for his part seemed alright for someone who had hit the wall with a rather sickening crack. “What did you do to me?” Jonathan asked, his mouth dry.

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So the Vampire Polycula AU has officially become my NaNo project. The first chapter has ended up being very long so this is all I have coherently done so far.

Jonathan Harker awoke crying. The fangs at his neck still sank deep, lips caressing his neck as blood forcefully exited his veins, and a metallic taste in his mouth as blood was forced in. He couldn’t make sense of time since he felt the sharp bite, just a nonlinear mess of anguish and useless struggling. He thought he could see Jack sometimes, and Quincey, but it all blurred in his mind.

The room was dark, but he could see fine, even though all he could muster up the strength for was turning his head slightly to the side. Cold permeated his bones like the chill of the grave, and his tired muscles found the strength to shiver.

Moving seemed a foreign idea. After what could’ve been mere minutes or hours of fighting, he was almost convinced if he even lifted his hand he’d feel the grip of a clawed hand on his wrist, nails digging into his skin as lips met his neck once more.

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Vampire Polycula AU stuff again(at this point, that’s the name unless I can come up with something better).

Had the urge to draw and since I’m still deciding between writing Jack as going catatonic or completely panicking once he realizes he’s been turned, decided to split the different with this picture so he’s either five seconds away from a complete emotional breakdown or a complete emotional shutdown. Either way, Quincey’s offering moral support.

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So if I were to make a timelapse of this drawing, should I put it to “Cotton-Eye Joe” or “Hey Brother”?

#quincey morris #dracula #dracula daily #Dracula Bram Stoker #Dracula fanart