#morward

[sleepyblr-heart]

THEY ARE DONE. I AM FREEEEEEEEE

#heart art! #adventure forward #af2 #morward #pasless #voixer #it was. so so hard to come up with designs for these three. esp voixer for some reason #i thought they were gonna be the easiest to work with in the trio considering how much more i had to work with #but i ended up just having like 12 ideas and not being able to execute any of them right #regardless. they are done. i might change some of them later but for now. they are Done.

[inblackwoods]

Perk of marrying the weird psychiatrist-surgeon: his even weirder dad becomes Your weird dad

Or; I've been sick in bed and feverish so what I draw is out of my hands, really

Original meme

#Dracula #Quincey Morris #Abraham van Helsing #Morward #Implied #nabiscart

[imnotviciousreally]

The reason Quincey’s diaries aren’t in the book is becuase it’s just pages and pages of detailed accounts all the times that he and Jack have kissed with tongue 

#i'm sorry everybody #dracula daily #morward #quincey morris #personal

[linguisticparadox]

The Dracula manga really said "What if Quincey was also Yearning."

#jack narrating while quincey watches him fondly... #dracula #dracula daily #jack seward #quincey morris #morward #dracula manga #manga classics dracula #original

[sheridoodle]

as Dracula Daily and @re-dracula come to a close this year, I’m getting flashbacks to senior year of HS as I anticipate the phrase “Seward and Goodalming are both happily married” once more

#dracula daily #re: dracula #ap literature #queer subtext #morward #jonmina #t4t jonmina #holmward

[bluecatwriter]

Hey, hey... you wanna draw Jack snuggled up against Quincey on the horse riding hard across the plain against his line "we ride to someone's death"

*muffled wailing*

I couldn't find a good reference photo so instead we get them at a walk so Jack can try to get a little sleepy-sleep...

(Image description in Alt.)

#my art #dracula daily #quincey morris #jack seward #dracula fanart #dracula (novel) #morward

[abrahamvanhelsings]

"Good boy," said Dr. Van Helsing. "Brave boy."

seward standing somewhere to the side shaking in jealousy bc he wants to be the professor's good boy but also agreeing most vehemently that yes quincey is a very strong and handsome brave young man

#what if. they were both good boys. and then they kissed. #dracula daily #helward #morward

[freezingvri3zen]

there's no update from jack and quincey because they're too busy doing [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED]

#dracula #dracula daily #jack seward #quincey morris #morward #vri says things

[yallemagne]

This episode. Hoooooooeeeeeeeeeey.

The service was very simple and very solemn. There were only ourselves and the servants there, one or two old friends of his from Exeter, his London agent, and a gentleman representing Sir John Paxton, the President of the Incorporated Law Society. 

Much like Lucy's funeral in a way, but not sparse for lack of inviting but a lack of people to invite. After all, Hawkins had no family left to him to leave anything to.

Jonathan was holding me by the arm, the way he used to in old days before I went to school. I felt it very improper, for you can't go on for some years teaching etiquette and decorum to other girls without the pedantry of it biting into yourself a bit; but it was Jonathan, and he was my husband, and we didn't know anybody who saw us—and we didn't care if they did—so on we walked.

Mina sounds a bit flustered at the faux pas they're engaging in but still overjoyed at the knowledge that Jonathan is her husband! However, she still needs to justify it: "well, no one will gossip because no one here knows us, so it is fine". Come now, dear, it's fine because it doesn't matter. But oh well, she's getting used to it.

Mina: *detailing Dracula's appearance* "You see, he did not pass the vibe check. His vibes were absolutely rancid."

She really describes Dracula as though she were describing an animal. It's kind of unsettling.

"I believe it is the Count, but he has grown young. My God, if this be so! Oh, my God! my God! If I only knew! if I only knew!"

Youuuu bastards, having Jonathan repeat the lines as Mina continues narrating aghgh.

"Why, Mina, have I been asleep! Oh, do forgive me for being so rude. Come, and we'll have a cup of tea somewhere." 

He's so cute!!! AAAA he is SO CUTE!!! My precious baby, I just want to hold him in my hands. He's so soft and cute and sounds so sweet and unsure, so bashful.

And then Mina begins the next section sounding like she has been crying. She mentions Arthur immediately, which is worth noting because she parallels him. She's lost a father figure and though she hasn't lost a lover, her lover is struggling to keep himself together while Arthur's lost the fight for her life already.

and then Jack comes in egregiously horny, and I just. What do you even have to say for yourself, sir? I think perhaps the way that he describes Quincey hints that he may not know Quincey as intimately as he knows Arthur? Nor as intimately as Arthur knows Quincey. Of course, part of this is just Bram fawning over American men because of his giant man crush on Walt Whitman. Jack's hero worship gives the impression that he's not close enough with Quincey to know his human flaws, at least. He sees him as a moral viking!!

Arthur was saying that he felt since then as if they two had been really married and that she was his wife in the sight of God. None of us said a word of the other operations, and none of us ever shall. 

Jack, are you really so stupid as to think that he doesn't know? Skipping ahead--

"Just so. Said he not that the transfusion of his blood to her veins had made her truly his bride?" "Yes, and it was a sweet and comforting idea for him." "Quite so. But there was a difficulty, friend John. If so that, then what about the others? Ho, ho! Then this so sweet maid is a polyandrist, and me, with my poor wife dead to me, but alive by Church's law, though no wits, all gone—even I, who am faithful husband to this now-no-wife, am bigamist." "I don't see where the joke comes in there either!" I said; and I did not feel particularly pleased with him for saying such things. 

Everyone raved over these lines before ("he confirmed the polycule!! they're all fucking!!"), and they probably still are raving tbh, so I appreciate Re: Dracula properly communicating VH's disdain for the idea and Jack's disdain for VH's disdain. It's more than an offensive joke, VH is bitter at Arthur's words because it would ironically make them all husbands of Lucy, and he morally objects to the idea of polyandry and betraying his wife though he considers her dead to him (comatose? out of her mind? either way, he can't/won't divorce her but still values the virtue of his faithfulness). Likewise, Jack doesn't appreciate VH's apparent derision towards Arthur and the insulting way he refers to Lucy as a polyandrist. But VH assures Jack that he's simply venting to Jack because Jack is his friend, and he dares not to express these harsh feelings to Arthur, who reminds him of his son.

"Friend John, forgive me if I pain. I showed not my feeling to others when it would wound, but only to you, my old friend, whom I can trust. If you could have looked into my very heart then when I want to laugh; if you could have done so when the laugh arrived; if you could do so now, when King Laugh have pack up his crown, and all that is to him—for he go far, far away from me, and for a long, long time—maybe you would perhaps pity me the most of all." I was touched by the tenderness of his tone, and asked why. "Because I know!"

See, this is why he will not tell Jack. Not because he's scared of him. Because he knows that to know is to suffer. He does not wish any suffering upon Jack, though he should realize that keeping secrets has been the cause of much suffering already.

#dracula #dracula daily #re: dracula #mina harker #jonathan harker #jonmina #jack seward #john seward #morward #it's implied #abraham van helsing #september 22

[apocalypseofgoodandevil]

draw Verfection x morward please? :3

(i wonder who this is)

Vineboom

Idk i had fun drawing them :3

#praf #af2 #af #verfection #morfection?? #verfward #verfward?? #morfection #morward #digital art #ship art #doodles #idk what the ship name would be #verfection x morward #morward x verfection

[sleepyblr-heart]

many a point. a collection. outfits were chosen randomly from this post. thumb up 👍

#heart art! #adventure forward #af2 #dear lorg. here we go #ixol #arrolin #shallare #mino #cyalm #ulipse #ploque #anshine #signol #voixer #stratosfear #pasless #naen #compale #morward #solgon #ok there we go #i wouldve done this with my headcanon/redesign things but #1- i dont have designs for. over half of them #2- i aint dooin all that!! #so ur gettin blocky fellas #i rlly like how ixol stratosfear and ulipse turned out. sillies #um. i dont rlly have more to say. hav. fun ::]

[inblackwoods]

Here I am, crawling back to these two

#Dracula #John Seward #Jack Seward #Quincey Morris #Morward #nabiscart #I wonder if I will have time this year to do y-eehaw-gust #Maybe since grad school doesn't start until September

[snakeningel]

Heard you wanted Dracula prompts? how about: Seward suitor squad sandwich. That's it, that's what I've got. Feel free to run with it if you're so inspired.

bet.

Arthur Holmwood's Diary, Written in by Quincey P. Morris, October 14th

The sun isn't up yet, so I'll take this time to write. Journalling ain't usually my thing, but some good's gotta come outta this whole vampire mess, and I'm certainly not gonna lose this memory to time or whatever meets us in Varna. Art — if you're reading this, I hope you don't mind I nicked that journal of yours. I don't have one of my own, and I know you well enough that I'm sure you'd want a record of last night too.

The three of us have been through a lot. Probably more adventures than those folks who call themselves blood brothers. We know everything about each other. Art, I know you like to gussy up your animals when you're too worried to think straight, and I've heard that I cling to people when I'm dead asleep. So I don't know why Jack thought we didn't notice him shivering up a storm in that bunk of his. He's always the first one to feel the chill, but Lord forbid the man actually open his mouth to say something about it. Art told me it was something about medical school and blood pressure that got Jack to seal his lips? Some theory about womenfolk being more susceptible to the chill, I think. Now the man would rather let his skin go blue than admit that he needs some warm bodies by his side. But it's not like anyone in this group of ours is inclined to judge anything, and at the very least, Art and I already knew about what the doctor didn't want people to suspect. Mina was even snuggled up, happy as a clam with that husband of hers. The two of them made for such a pretty picture, and I can't think why Jack was so against being like them, all warm and comfortable-like. It's not like he would ever get mad at me though, so I went and cozied up with our darling doctor. That wasn't entirely altruistic on my part. A warm body can help stave off the cold, but the presence of a true, dear friend is more than needed to fight off that darkness that we see ahead. I told Jack as much. The man won't take handouts, but he'd do anything to help his own. He's got a heart as pure as gold beneath all that gloom; besides the professor of his, I can think of no better shepherd of the sick. He held himself stiffly for the first few moments, but soon enough he was melted to my chest like a frozen cold kitten scooped up off of the ground. Art, of course, was not one to be left out, and he was bright enough to see our doctor begin to flush and think of propriety. With the smarts of the hunter he is, he strolled over and laid himself down across our laps, all cat that got the canary like. Jack certainly wasn't going to stand up and cause our lordling to topple to the floor, so the poor lad was trapped between our affections. The darling thinks himself subtle, but both Art and I are sharp enough to notice the relieved smile that curled at the edges of his pretty lips. Even without the threat of someone standing up, Art's position was far too precarious for my liking. So I tugged the two of them back with me, arranging us all on the bed more comfortably than how we had been perching on the edge. It's sweet how Jack flushes whenever I haul him around, but I wasn't inclined to embarrass him further, so I didn't say much to that effect. The three of us have bunked in worse places than a traincar that's just a tad too cold, so we settled quickly enough into a position that's comfortable for all of us. Just as I like to cling with my dear ones in my arms, Jack likes to feel the weight of something solid on both sides of him; spending too long in the realm of the mind probably leaves him needing a reminder of what is solid and real. Art, of course, managed to take up more space than we thought possible, stretching across the two of us like he was making his claim. There was a moment of silent peace, all of us understanding each other without a word shared. But our doctor couldn't stop his buzzing brain, and soon enough he opened his mouth to speak.

"What if-"

It doesn't take the brightest mind to figure out that he was going to let himself discuss only the worst possibilities, so with all the grace that I could never muster, Art rumbled out the sweetest, laziest whine into Jack's chest. That was enough to stop that train of thought in its tracks. The claim that Art holds over our Jack's heartstrings is nothing short of impressive, but they've had decades to grow fond of each other, I suppose. Still, such an efficient shutdown of Jack's overthinking ways did tickle me, so I suppose a chuckle escaped my mouth. Again, our doctor goes red, though I suppose the rumble of my chest against his face sparked some other, better thoughts in his head. I wish he knew that he need only ask, and both Art and I would be happy to do whatever he wished to him. But this isn't time to push; perhaps after we come back from this latest adventure of ours, we'll sit our boy down to run another gauntlet of proposals.

But I'm not keen thinking too far into an uncertain future. There's no point until the evil we're hunting is cold and scattered on the wind. At some point, the warmth and comfort lulled us to sleep; I couldn't tell who went first into that land of rest, but as with all things, those of us left behind wasted no time to follow. That's where Art and Jack still are now, finally getting the rest and comfort we've all been neglecting of late. The train is still rolling along to our destination, and no matter what we face in Varna, I am happy to know that this moment will not slip into the oft-forgotten past. The two of them don't look like they will be stirring anytime soon, so I suppose I will return and join them for as long as they will have me.

#dracula daily #jack seward #quincey morris #quincey p morris #arthur holmwood #holmward #morward #morwood #suitor squad #drac ficlet #long // #(hope i got the character voice for quincey right!! and hope u enjoy anon!!) #(also i sprinkled some trans!jack in there bc. yall Know im a Truther) #(also finally if there r mistakes <3 no there arent) #(jk i wrote this in class so i will proofread another time. gay ppl is more important)

[adventureforwardhcs]

ok so you know how technically the pocket dimensions are in a time loop after you first go through them. (obv it’s just for the purposes of being able to replay the levels but also let’s think outside the Box.)

i think 2ss goes to yawgate Constantly, asking them to send them back to the looping pocket dimensions. like to the point of memorizing what all of the points say word for word. why, you may ask?

2ss keeps going back Exclusively for voixer. they desperately want to find Some way to save them, to keep them alive and bring them out the pocket dimension with them.

of course, however, they cant. the future is set in stone, and no matter how many times they go back and no matter how many times they try to delay or prevent voixer’s death they Just Can’t.

(i also think morward and passless catch onto their purposeful time looping and try to convince them to stop but they don’t listen !!!! lol !!!!)

ANON. GRIPPING YOU SO HARD.

#adventure forward 2 #af2 #af2hcs #ss2 #yawgate #pasless #morward #voixer

[moonsun2010]

"I comforted him as well as I could. In such cases men do not need much expression. A grip of the hand, the tightening of an arm over the shoulder, a sob in unison, are expressions of sympathy dear to a man's heart."

#my art #dracula #dracula daily #arthur holmwood #jack seward #john seward #sewards the shortest in my mental headcanon of the charas heights so for arthur to be in his breast he has to kneel :) #can be seen as #morward #holmward #if you like

[diavorchid]

an "i know it can't happen for various reasons but i love it too much to throw it away" polycula thought i had a while back:

they dont want to burden Lucy with so many hyphens so they took it upon themselves

(not drawn: multiple hand-holdings)

also behold! my quincey debut! tho I'm not sure he'll stay that way still trying to vibe him.

still in my no-dracula-drawing break bc i still yet to finish y but x is done but dammit im treating myself by drawing them :)

#dracula daily #jack seward #arthur holmwood #quincey morris #suitor squad #polycula #john seward #look at jack being a baby :D #holmward #morward #i guess?? #artjack #my art #my post #dracula fanart