#vampire england

[coralcatsea]

@hetaween-event

Day 7: Vampires

(Technically also Day 2: Werewolves)

#hetaween 2023 #hetaween #hws england #aph england #hws america #aph america #ukus #usukus #usuk #werewolf america #vampire england #vampire Arthur Kirkland #werewolf Alfred f. jones #vampire x werewolf au #hetalia #hws #aph #just traced the Twilight characters haha I'm not wasting effort on them 😆

[frog-frussy]

A vampire! Arthur as a birthday present for a friend :3

#my art #hetalia #hws #hetalia world stars #arthur kirkland #hws england #vampire England #vampire arthur kirkland #gift

[koolkat9]

Sequel to a debt is a debt? How are the pups now? Do they get to meet Papa Francis? Do they play a lot with their dad Arthur. What do they do nowadays?

Well...I can’t answer the Francis question as the au is not my own and Francis hasn’t be introduced in it. Questions related to the au can be directed to it’s creator @ashafox (they got great art and amazing aus so go follow them). They’ve got a whole tag on their blog of fanart related to the au (#vamp dad au) so you can find out more about it that way as well. But I have been given permission to write more fics for it so I shall give you a sequel!

Rating: T

Relationship: ACE Family (America + England + Canada)

Word Count: 469

Author’s Note: This fic is based off of this post by Asha. 

From Feared Vampire to Werewolf Chew Toy

Children were never easy to deal with. Though Lord Kirkland never had the chance to have his own, just before he was turned, his mother had given birth to another son, and he had come to understand children were a handful with a nose for trouble. Add the fact that the two children now in his care were werewolves opened a whole new level of issues.

Take, for instance, all the chewing. Children teethed, that was natural. But werewolves were far more animalistic than any human child and considering they seemed to remain in their wolf form at this age, it only heightened those wild instincts. Which is how Lord Kirkland, one of the oldest vampires alive, became a chew toy for his newly found sons.

It had started with his hands. Lord Kirkland had gotten roped into playing with the two werewolf pups and a stick. Eventually, the stick became boring for Alfred, and he went for Lord Kirkland’s hand instead. It wasn’t hard, but it was a shock, and the lord quickly pulled his hand away. But Alfred was persistent, hopped up on his lap, and took Lord Kirkland’s hand into his mouth once more. Soon enough, Matthew was following suit by chewing the vampire’s foot.

“Boys, this is no way to…” Lord Kirkland jerked his foot away after a particularly hard bite. “Matthew, no! Alfred, you’re getting…Both of you stop it this instant,” he roared, pushing the two pups away.

Alfred whined, and Matthew curled up into a ball. Lord Kirkland sighed. “I’m sorry, but you can’t just chew on me willy-nilly.”

As Lord Kirkland continued his lecture, Alfred became bored and wandered over to his guardian’s coffin. Fine, his new dad didn’t want to be his chew toy, then their bed would be the next best thing.

“Alfred!” Lord Kirkland shrieked as he watched the pup gnaw at the corner of his coffin, “Don’t you dare start that.” He snatched up Alfred before any damage could be done. The young pup crawled up and situated himself on Lord Kirkland’s shoulders so he could chew at the vampire’s hair. Lord Kirkland sighed before calling Matthew over and picking him up as well. Timidly, the smaller pup began chewing Lord Kirland’s thumb.

“Fine…But this is only until we find you something proper to chew on,” the lord stated sternly. “Understand?” But the pups did not hear and kept on chewing.

Lord Kirkland shook his head. He was going soft. For all his power, all the years spent hardening his heart, all the lengths he went to isolate himself, these two little pups had wiggled into the smallest crack beneath it all. If he had to be their chew toy to make them happy, he would do it (at least until they found a more suitable one).

#hetalia #hws #vamp dad au #ace family #na bros #hws england #hws canada #hws america #vampire england #werewolf america #werewolf canada #fluff #fanfiction #hetalia fanfiction

[kan-be]

them

#hetalia #hws #aph england #aph france #fruk #vampire au

[atmothart]

Wouldn't lizard fashion be something like spikes and scales and a frilled lizard collar?

Like so?

(Bonus art under the cut)

#thank you anon I've been wanting to draw proper lizard fashion for a while and this gave me the motivation I needed #dracula daily #re: dracula #dracula #lizard fashion #The colours I chose here make Drac look like Harry Du Bois - which is appropriate given how I tend to depict his personality in my shitpost #bonus under the cut featuring Dracula's Weed Smorking Girlfriends #personally I really like the theory that the three vampire women are actually dracula's wife and two daughters #since the book never actually calls them his wives and the two subordinate girls are specifically described as looking similar to him #the idea that he turned his family but is no longer capable of loving them (or being loved by them) adds a whole extra layer for me #because he still goes through the motions - goes out to get them food (babies) and provide for them/fulfil the role of a patriarch #but its hollow and loveless and done out of strange obligation/habit - like an echo of being alive #BUT for the sake of comedy I will always draw them as his three weed smorking girlfriends because it's just funnier #or rather as I like to think of them - his three weed smoking EX-girlfriends who spend all day making fun of him and and freeloading #I'm going to tag any art with them in it from here on out as #the ex-wives of dracula #he's going to england to escape their ridicule

[marzipanandminutiae]

What’s the New England vampire panic?

:D

:D :D :D

IT. IS. FUN.

(to research- it was probably horrifying to live through. just so we're clear)

basiclly, it was a series of incidents in response to tuberculosis outbreaks throughout New England (Connecticut, Massachusetts, Rhode Island, New Hampshire, Maine, and Vermont) during the late 18th and 19th centuries. it wasn't actually a single event, but rather isolated cases of TB being blamed on revenants rather than disease. where this belief prevailed, people frequently exhumed the alleged vampire, burned their heart or another organ on a blacksmith's anvil, and mixed the ashes into water for living consumptive people to drink

unsurprisingly, this never worked

though the earliest documented incident was in 1793, most people's awareness of this phenomenon coalesces around the 1892 death and exhumation of Mercy Lena Brown, of Exeter, Rhode Island. after dying of TB at age 19, Mercy was posthumously accused of afflicting her brother with the disease. despite drinking the ashes of her heart and liver in water, he- shocker! -died. the Brown case reached the popular press, who reacted to it with a sort of morbid fascination. "look what these crazy backwards Country People did" energy. Brown's grave has become a popular site for legend-tripping among Exeter teens since then- the game is to stand there and say, "Mercy Lena Brown, are you a vampire?" and see what happens

aforementioned classism and/or regional prejudice is a fascinating aspect of the Vampire Panic(s). like I said, a lot of the commentary- even going back to the 18th century -takes a tone of bemused horror that such superstitions could still exist, and of judgment on the intelligence of those involved

but honestly, before widespread understanding of TB bacteria...it COULD have been vampires, for all people knew. most of them were aware that it wasn't, but when your choices are "it's a disease; do nothing and watch your loved one die" vs. "it's vampires; do this thing and your loved one might not die, even though there's no proof it works," one might want to feel like one was at least trying

and unlike other mass hysteria cases a la Salem, nobody actually got killed because of a Vampire Panic. just saying

(there's a theory that Bram Stoker may have been partially inspired by the Brown case in writing Dracula, but I've seen no compelling evidence that it inspired him any more or less than any other vampire story)

#ask #anon #history #long post #vampires #cannibalism mention #new england vampire panic #new england history

[sixminutestoriesblog]

Mercy Brown: when superstitions go awry

Tuberculosis is an insidious disease that comes in quietly and sweeps away entire families, rarely content with just one or two before its run its course. This slowly dividing bacteria travels from host to host through aerosol droplets via sneezing, coughing, speaking and other airborne paths. Considering the fact that TB attacks the lungs most often, resulting in, among other things, coughing up bloody phlegm, this means its highly transmissible and yet, luckily, very slow to be caught by the average passer-by. The longer someone spends with the sick person, and the less well ventilated an area is, the more likely the disease is to pass on to the next victim. Most people that came down with TB caught it from sick family members. These days we have a vaccine against it but TB has been around for most of humanities' recorded history, with even Egyptian mummies having been found with physical evidence of it. In Victorian (and later) times the disease was referred to as 'consumption' with little understanding of its source or its cause, an unknown horror that seemed to come from nowhere, prey on an entire family or community and than vanish again just as mysteriously.

In 1883 (or 1884 or 1888 -the dates are all over the place), a woman in Exeter, Rhode Island by the name of Mary Eliza died of 'consumption'. Six months later, her oldest daughter, Mary Olive, joined her in the graveyard. The distraught husband, George, waited, one can only imagine, with terror for the rest of their children to be swept away as well but for the next several years, all was well in the family. Then, in the cold months at the end of 1891, his daughter Mercy Lena came down with consumption.

From our place, safely in the future, we can look at the case and wonder if she was exposed to a new strain that finally found a weak spot the previous one hadn't and laid claim to her. It's entirely possible however that the same bacteria that killed her mother was now killing Mercy as well. Mercy might have contracted what's known as latent TB from her mother, a case where the bacteria lies dormant in the system, the victim a benign carrier who can't infect others until something, usually an event that suppresses the immune system, triggers it into a full blow, active bought. Whatever the case, whether it was a new infection or the haunting family ghost of her mother's older one, Mercy, and her younger brother Edwin, both came down with active TB in 1891. Edwin, a teenager at the time, was sent to Colorado in the hopes it would heal him - but Mercy died in the first month of the new year, going the way of her mother and older sister before her to the grave. She was only 19.

The story should have stopped there.

I wouldn't be writing about this if it had.

Edwin returned from Colorado and his health continued to decline. Soon, if nothing changed, he would follow the majority of his family into the grave. The neighbors had a plan though. They just needed his father's permission.

What they proposed was that an evil entity was draining the life of the Brown family, picking them off one at a time and returning for each new victim. The evil that was killing the family - was a member of the family.

Here's where we get into the superstition part of things. If you read articles online about Mercy Brown you'll find the word 'vampire' thrown around a lot. It was the word used in the newspapers of the time, that caught wind of what the neighbors planned, and its also modern culture, thanks in large part to Bram Stroker's Dracula (there is speculation that his character of Lucy might have had its roots in stories he'd read about Mercy in the newspapers of his time. Dracula, remember, was published in 1897). A dark force, rising from the grave to suck the life out of its victims. Well, yes - and no. Modern vampires, the way we collectively view them now, with fangs and a hunger for blood, creeping around through windows and walking among us on our crowded nighttime streets is a new reskinning. During Mercy's time, and much much further back than that, the 'vampire' associated with disease like TB was much more nebulous. For many cultures, what was rising out of the grave to drain the life from its own family had more resemblance to an angry or hungry ghost, than a walking, talking monster. A distinction that, realistically, has no bearing on the end result but, metaphysically, the story changes. It becomes something personal, to the victim and the neighbors around the family, someone they knew in life, someone they watched die. It's the sorrow and the potential rage and absolutely the confusion of why it happened in the first place, rising like fog from the grave to whisper across the landscape, trying to take what it once had back to the cold of its tomb with it. It's the familiar knock of a friend at the door when the friend isn't there anymore. It's the smile you knew all the nineteen years of its life on the other side of the window on a moonless night. When the neighbors wanted to dig up Eliza, Olive and Mercy, there was the quiet whisper that traced back through a thousand ancestors into the far past of humanity that murmured that love doesn't die when the body does - and that that's terrifying, not comforting.

George, with his son dying, agreed to let the neighbors go digging up his family. Maybe he believed them, some accounts say he didn't, but whatever the case, he let them pull up the bodies of his dead loved ones out of their cold graves in the late winter and lay them out right there for testing. Mary Eliza and Mary Olive were safe. They were too rotted to be the hungry ghost that was trying to take young Edwin with it. Mercy however - Mercy, according to the reporter that was onsite to record all of this, looked far too fresh to be a two month old corpse. Her hair and nails had grown, her body looked unblemished, reports said her body had shifted since it had been laid out and, most damning of all, when her chest was cut open by the local doctor, her organs were found to still have blood in them. It wasn't important that Mercy's body had been in the ground during some of the coldest, and therefor most preserving, months of the year. They certainly didn't know about the buildup of gas in a body that can make it move or the way the skin shrinks and pulls back from nails and hair, making them seem to grow. No. What they saw was that Mercy wasn't content to travel into death alone. She wanted her baby brother to go with her.

So they burned her heart on a stone in the graveyard, put the ashes in a drink and had Edwin chug it down. In a move that dates back to, at least, Achilles desecrating Hector's body in the Iliad, you rob a ghost of its power by mangling the body that ties it to both this world, and its recognizable identity.

It didn't work. Within two months, Edwin was dead as well. The story however, lived on. Perhaps in Stoker's Dracula and certainly in the papers of the day. Mercy was, perhaps, the last body dug up in New England and given the 'vampire' treatment. She wasn't the only one however. There are at least six other recorded, and possibly other unmarked, instances during what came to be known as the New England Vampire Panic that swept the upper US during the 1800s. Mercy, at this point, seems to be the last, coming in on the tail end of the old century and the beginning of the new. A last flicker of the old superstitions dying out in the face of rising science.

#mercy brown #vampire #superstition #folklore #Dracula daily #Dracula #bram stoker #new england vampire panic #american folklore #american vampire

[candela888]

Vampires and other Vampiric entities in the folklore of the Americas & Europe 🧛🏻‍♀️

#vampire #vampires #map #maps #folklore #urban legend #scary #creepy #vampiric #horror #europe #americas #chupacabra #louisiana #new orleans #new england #spain #russia #romania #serbia #poland #eastern europe #cartography #geography #history #spooky #caribbean

[cryptid-quest]

Cryptid of the Day: New England Vampire

Description: From the late 1700s to the late 1800s, there were 12 reports cases of vampire panics in New England. Villagers would dig up graves, mutilate carcasses, and rebury them. The reason for this boils down to superstition and a misunderstanding of diseases during that time. 

#cryptid #cryptids #cryptozoology #cryptid of the day #new england vampire

[immediatebreakfast]

One thing that is surprising in this entry is how much humanity Van Helsing shows to the vampire ladies before, and after he kills them all to prevent them from helping Dracula before he arrives to the castle.

Sometimes when a character kills a vampire, it's a clean and victorious task, one that is associated with pure strenght, and resolution. The character drives the tiny stake in the chest of the vampire, and comes out feeling good (or bad depending on their motives) with themselves for killing the vampire.

In here Van Helsing is somber and serious to start this pain consumming, and bloody task. There is no action driven scenes, nor surprises. Just an old lone professor with stakes, a hammer, and a knife to put to rest these ancient ladies who had seen more than a lot of humanity would see. Moreover, he doesn't insult the brides, nor calls them horrible things. It seems that Van Helsing sees the sister as Dracula's victims first, and terrifying vampires that kill people second.

He dreaded all of it too, Van Helsing trembled through all of the stakings, he described the doing as butcher work. Because it was, a horrible bloodbath that probably left him covered in the blood of the vampire sisters. The sisters screamed while he was driving the stake through their chests, they choked on their blood, and at the end they just melted into dust.

And Van Helsing doesn't come out sound of mind after this whole ordeal. He leaves the castle disturbed, and ready to weep after doing such horrible task. He couldn't even stake Lucy, and needed the help of the suitor squad to arrange the whole thing. Now Van Helsing is all alone in the cold of the winter, and had to stake the three weird sisters by himself. It's not described as a holy act, nor an incredible victory, if it wasn't for Van Helsing's own nerves he would have left, it was butcher work.

#It was weirdly sad #Yet something that needed to be done #Goodbye to the vampire sisters I wonder what shenanigangs they all went up to while Dracula was in England #dracula daily #abraham van helsing #brides of dracula

[yarboyandy]

Olivia and Ripper

#buffy the vampire slayer #btvs #rupert giles #ripper giles #Olivia Williams #ok thats all the buffy art i have saved up. bye #andy drawz #I'm pro Olivia x Rupert. they would be happy in england #when he goes back season 6 i think they would be a bit more serious. idk

[coralcatsea]

Do you prefer Monster!Alfred/Human!Arthur or Human!Alfred/Monster!Arthur?

Ooh! Well, I enjoy both, but I do think I lean towards either Arthur being the monster or both of them being monsters.

If there's NSFW involved, I definitely tend to prefer Arthur as the monster just because I like top Arthur and it's typically more fun for the top to be the monster (Though human Arthur can top the monster, too. 😏)

In general, here are some monsters I like to use for them:

-Zombie Alfred

-Eldritch Arthur

-Vampire Arthur

-Werewolf Alfred

-Naga Arthur

-Arachne Arthur

-Harpy Alfred

-Mermaid Arthur

-Cecaelia Arthur

-Mermaid Alfred

-Demon Arthur

-Ghost Arthur

-Demon Alfred

-Kitsune Arthur

-Dragon Arthur

-Kitsune Alfred

-Zombie Arthur

-Centaur Arthur

#hetalia #hws #aph #hws england #aph england #hws america #aph america #monster au #monstertalia #zombie England #zombie america #werewolf america #vampire England #centaur England #kitsune England #kitsune America #dragon England #sweet devil England #sweet devil america #demontalia #ghost arthur #mermaid arthur #mermaid alfred #cecaelia England #arachne arthur #harpy alfred

[andreabandrea]

"Yeah so the Count was as pale and cold as a corpse and had sharp teeth protruding over his mouth. He's also super strong and fast and everyone is terrified of him and says he's evil. I'm sure it's fine though"

#dracula daily #i cant even say its a lack of genre awareness. vampire stories existed back then in england #Jon. think this through jon

[koolkat9]

A Debt is a Debt

Rating: T

Relationship: ACE Family (England + America + Canada)

Word Count: 563

Author’s Note: So after who knows how long, I finally got around to writing something for @ashafox  ‘s vamp dad au. I would love to do a few more fics for it once I finish some other projects I have planned (If Asha is cool with that that is). Also mentions of death, blood and the like and based off this specific part of the au. 

It was nothing like he had ever seen before. Bodies hung in trees, mangled to the point of being unrecognizable, bloody, matted fur gone dry showing the length they had been left like this. A normal person would have keeled over at the sight if the smell of death hadn’t deterred them already. But Lord Kirkland had been around for centuries, and though he pitied the werewolf pack before him, brutally massacred, he surveyed the scene with a cool, calculated eye.

No survivors appeared to be left over. With a sigh, he bid them a restful afterlife and turned back towards home. But before he could get very far, he heard a whimper. Lord Kirkland froze. Whining sounded off from behind him, prompting him to turn around.

He followed the noise to a nearby tree. At the base of it, there was a small opening among its twisted roots. Crouching down, he looked into the darkness making out two small lumps of fur within it. Two werewolf pups huddled close together, shaking and whimpering. Lord Kirkland turned back to the bloody mess of the pack, the two pups the only survivors. Surely their parents must have been among all the bodies.

Long ago, Lord Kirkland had become indebted to this pack after they saved his life. It was a minor annoyance, but a debt was a debt, and he always kept his word. Now that the pack was gone, that debt seemed void. Except these two pups still remained, witnesses to their parents’ deaths, orphaned and left to fend for themselves.

He offered a hand out to the two pups. The slightly larger of the two growled, bearing his baby fangs that did nothing to deter the ancient vampire. “I understand why you wouldn’t be up for trusting anyone at the moment, but you can’t just stay here,” Lord Kirkland explained calmly.

The pup just glared, but the quieter of the two finally peeked out at their potential saviour. He crawled over to the hand, giving it a sniff. When something rustled in a nearby bush, the pup darted towards Lord Kirkland, jumping into his arms.

Lord Kirkland’s attention snapped towards the source of the rustling, holding the wolf pup in his arms close. A small bunny hopped out and stared at them before darting off in another direction. Lord Kirkland let out a small sigh. He turned back to the hole in the tree, where the other wolf pup still lay.

The pup rose to his feet before cautiously making his way over to the vampire. He gave Lord Kirkland a sniff before running into his arms to join his brother.

“There's a good lad4bv,” Lord Kirkland murmured. With the two pups in hand, he rose to his feet and set off towards home. He looked back towards the corpses of the pack. It was as if he could feel their gratitude from beyond the grave. He didn’t linger on it long though, wanting to get the two pups as far away from there as possible.

As he walked through the wood, the shyer pup cuddled close and began to nod off in his arms. Lord Kirkland’s heart had long stopped beating, but something warm fluttered in his chest. This was only as repayment, the lord told himself, only to repay his debt. But that didn’t stop that warm feeling from spreading.

#hetalia #hws #vamp dad au #ace family #hws england #hws canada #hws america #vampire england #werewolf america #werewolf canada #na bros #tw blood #tw death #hurt/comfort #angst #angst with a hopeful ending #fanfiction #hetalia fanfiction

[mixmioart]

Current situation, if I ever seem what I’m doing it’s fake

#like yeah I have lore but for the most random of things #the struggle of organising and working it into funey comic #that isn’t just. here’s what I think vampire court traditions would be like #! #or. long rant about New England 19th century ‘vampire’ epidemic #anyway #mio talks

[thesandmanin1389ismytypeofguy]

#photography #england #london #dark aesthetic #dark acadamia aesthetic #vampire aesthetic #I actually have a life #gothic #goth #goth aesthetic