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usergreenpixel · 5 months

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So, it’s not Frev or Napoleonic, but I recently found out that a pipeline of Literature ->adaptions of “Dracula” -> historical Vlad Draculea exists 🤣

For context, I have a class twice a week and we spent October analyzing “Bram Stoker’s Dracula” (far from a good movie btw and not a faithful adaptation so don’t be fooled) as an example of adaptation vs. original piece.

I’m not going to spoil anything for the movie but basically it meshes Dracula the vampire with Vlad III Basarab, Aka Draculea, Aka Vlad the Impaler if that makes it easier to get who I’m talking about.

I knew about this particular Wallachian Voivoda (royal title in the past) before but was never all that interested until I saw that particular movie. Perhaps the habit of making the real Draculea a vampire came from the fact that this is the name of the fictional count, even though Bram Stoker doesn’t originally mesh the real man with the fictional count aside from just picking the name.

I don’t know why watching a boring adaptation got me interested in a controversial historical figure (bloodthirsty monster in pop culture but a national hero in Romania) whose reputation is sullied by myths almost as much as the reputation of the Jacobins and Napoleon, but it’s clearly becoming a pattern 😂

Guess I just enjoy learning about controversial people and looking beyond the stories! (Special thanks to @maggiec70 for teaching me to ask “cui bono?” whenever I encounter sources and/or legends)

Anyway, yep, I found yet another historical figure to be interested in. I’m still into Frev and Napoleonic stuff too obviously, but I’m going down the Vlad Draculea rabbit hole too… so yeah.

Thanks for coming to my rambling post about the recent events in my life 🤣

P.S. I say Draculea because apparently that’s the correct spelling in Romanian.

P. P. S. My health is still not completely back to normal but I’m getting there so stay tuned for reviews and updates!

#history #vlad dracula #bram stoker #dont mind my rambling #bram stocker's dracula #dracula #not frev #not napoleonic #romanian history #vlad iii basarab #vlad tepes #weird pipelines #classic literature #wallachia #romanisme #vlad draculea #draculesti #vlandom #guess i’m in the vlandom now lol

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why-all-names-are-used · 4 months

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don't know why but I firmly believe that he should be a centaur in some AU

#vlandom

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girlwithwolftatoo · 4 months

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Things most Vlandom members offers: Nice memes, good research, historical stuff...

Me: Spent a month working on Vlad's horoscope and graphology just because

#vlad the impaler #vlad tepes #vlandom #medieval history

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lactodebillus-bulgaricus · 8 months

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something tells me that khan krum and vlad III draculea would've been good friends

they'd bond over their dislike of thieves and wrongdoers, the cruel punishment of such people, being cruel with their enemies (including killing thousands of their enemies' civilians) and protecting their country through any means necessary till the last breath

krum would be in awe of vlad's forest of impaled people, vlad would be in awe of the skull cup that krum made from the head of his biggest enemy, emperor nicephoros who invaded bulgaria, vlad would probably wish he could do the same with mehmet II :D

maybe they're hanging out in the afterlife, chatting, looking at their respective countries, cursing at the corruption and lawlessness and the injustice, hoping that people would rise and wipe out all the corrupt politicians, judges, lawyers, policemen, all the thugs, oligarchs, mafiosi...... ahhh, dreams :DDDDD

#vlandom #I guess #yeah I'm being weird #more than usually #this is what happens in the beginning of every uni year #last year I came up with a drawing of khan asparuh on a skateboard #I didn't finish it tho

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vladdocs · 1 year

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I was a kid when I first took an interest in Vlad III. Some of my classmates had a vampire craze but I was a hatchling history buff and found the real Vlad more compelling. Of course my research skills were a work in progress and I didn't have so much general historical knowledge then. Now that I'm a full-fledged history buff I have a renewed interest, thanks to your blog and others in the Vlandom. I have a question, of sorts. It seems to me that Vlad's story is ultimately a sad one, that he had a very hard life. I wonder if he had any close friends (even servants or attendants) whom he could go to for support. I suspect it isn't possible to know from the evidence available but I wondered if you had any thoughts on this.

You could say he had a pretty sad life, Father and Brother killed, 2 Wives dead, His lil brother fought him(Tho I think he didn't mind this that much) Was hunted down for the majority of his teenage years, Got betrayed and demonized by those who he protected in the past and now in the afterlife he is demonized again. He definitely had friends, that's what kept him alive after all. Most of them boyars of course (The voivode children are educated by an older boyar so Vlad most likely had time to make friends while studying) but I think he had been friends with others as well like: Vuk Grgurević, They had a campaign together in 1475-1476 also When Vlad and Radu were sent to the ottomans Vuk's father and uncle were sent along with them, They will be blinded with hot iron by the ottomans tho. Mihail Szilágyi, This man was definitely one of Vlad's closest friends and a big supporter of him, Anytime someone would have gave Vlad trouble Mihail would intervene. Voico Dobrița, his special advisor and truly cherished. Neagoe Craiovescu, Vlad's right hand and main commander, he's the one sent to stop Stefan in 1462 from taking Chilia Stefan The Great, Outside of politics they were very good friends. Pope Pius II, was Defiently a friend and supporter of Vlad (That's when he stops writing erotic books) There are many more but I think those are the main ones, Maybe he was friends with people like Pál Kinizsi and Skanderbeg as well. Tho Skanderbeg was in the order of the Dragon After they killed his father and Brother, I don't think Vlad liked that order very much. It's quite weird tho, Alexandru Aldea (Vlad's uncle) was in the order of the dragon (he was confused with Vlad Dracul) and tried to kill Vlad Dracul, Then John Hunyadi (another member of the order) came and actually killed Vlad Dracul. Yet at the end we remember Vlad Dracul as a member of the order and the others as not?

#questions #vladtheimpaler #romania #history

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skeysesil · 11 months

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Okay, Vlandom, listen up!

I don't want to do this cuz I loathe asking for help but I have exhausted all my resources and energy so that's why I'm here.

Please tell me there is someone on this hellhole of a site who knows which comic book this is from. Been digging for this shit for almost six years and I'm hella frustrated. Thing is I was at Bran Castle then and went through their little library, grabbed a random comic book on Vlad, flipped through it, saw this, took a picture cuz that long hair took my minds and self-esteem, put the book back and left. Apparently the main reason was very Romanian of me, and I quote: I ain't paying that much for this, I'm out.

Should've paid for it...should've gotten it...perhaps that's why everything has been shit in my life, that's where I fucked up.

Ah, yes, the curse of comic book Vlad Dracula...

I literally have nothing more on it than the picture, but man, it's been YEARS and I can't find it ANYWHERE!

HELP

#Vlad Tepes #Vlad Dracula #vlandom #romanisme #ba ajutor pe bune ma aduce la disperare

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thislanguageisunderrated · 1 year

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#romania #vlandom #romanian #romanisme #esență de rom #rum extract

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why-all-names-are-used · 4 months

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okay I think this notepad can help me deal with my ddl(;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`)

#vlandom

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girlwithwolftatoo · 4 months

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Vlad chasing his dear cousin after one too many vampire jokes

That time in Christmas when Vlad remembered how smol Stefan undid his saddle just for fun.

#vlandom #vlad the impaler #vlad tepes #stefan cel mare #stefan the great

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pierdutaintimpsispatiu · 2 years

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Vladbruarie day 1

for @vladvodashitposts event

ziua 1: legături (bonds) || prizonier la Poartă (prisoner in childhood)

The road was long and dreadful. The oldest of the two boys moved his lips in a silent murmur, repeating to himself the words his father has spoken to him before departing. "Do not precieve this as exile, son," his father has said, nodding his head at the young prince. "It is but your duty – to your people, to your country –" a light squize on the shoulder pushed the little one towards the Sultan's envoys. "You are aiding us more than you know, my boy, remember this much if nothing else."

Vlad, for this was the boy's name, frowned to himself. Why wouldn't his fingers stop twitching? He was doing what needed to be done for the country he was born for, the people who welcomed him and his family with reverence and looked to himself with as much hope and respect as his father and older brother, Mircea, were met with. So why, then, was there a weight on his heart? A heavy, dark feeling looming and tigtening inside his young chest in tandem with the horses' gallop that took him farther and farther away from home.

His eyelids fluttered shut when Vlad cringed internally. He uttered a word wrong as his mind wondered aimlessly to the face of his mother – long since gone – and of his stepmother, who smiled at him gracefully and waved from the road until he knew she couldn't see him anymore. She told him to look after Radu, just like his mother would have, has she had the chance.

Vlad's eyes snaped to the younger boy next to him. Radu, his little brother. The quiet child who barely learned how to walk and talk properly. Radu has cried himself to sleep, face buried in Vlad's shoulder. His head was still resting on the older prince's arm when they reached the majestic palace of the Sultan. A beautiful, glorious prison, but one nontheless. If not in looks, then in meaning, thought Vlad.

The night of their arrival, young Vlad and little Radu were placed in separated bedrooms. Despite their noble statute, the two boys often times seeked the comfort of their older brother in dark, scary nights that spook the sleep away easier than any excitent ever could. As soon as he heard the soundless steps creeping in front of his door, Vlad realized he has to take over the big brother role.

Radu didn't knock. And he didn't ask if he can stay. He rushed to his brother frozen by the window and hugged his leg, his hair brushing against Vlad's knee. The brown of the former's eyes softened under the moon and his trembling hand steadied to stroke his baby brother's flushed cheeks. "Have you cried again, Răducule?"

"I want mother," the kid mumbled.

"So do I," Vlad confessed. "I swear to you it's true," he added at the look on Radu's face: skeptical that his big brother would mean such a thing. "I want to go to sleep in my bed at home and wake up to the teacher's lessons, not to whatever may come tomorrow." Now, Vlad slowly detangled Radu from him and placed a hand over his tiny shoulders and, trying a joking tone, said: "But it doesn't suit to wish for what cannot be, brother, no?"

"What did we do, Vlad? Why do mother and father hate us? Can't we apologise and have them take us back? Moașa says that if we repent, all our wrongs shall be forgiven."

Vlad sighed. As Radu spoke his heart out with the hope and innocence all kids posses, the two brothers reached the bed. Kneeling at its edge, with Radu sat on the scented, probably freshly washed blanket, Vlad forced his small face to look at him.

"Listen to me very carefully," he begin. "Mother and father do not hate us. And we did nothing wrong. Understood?"

"But, then, why...?"

"It is our duty, Răducule. We shall help Wallachia as we can, even when it pains us."

"Why?" Radu cried, pouting and crossing his tiny arms. "I don't want here. I want home."

The endless wory begin to claim Vlad. His patience thinned, his mind clouded and he felt his body not just tired, but exhausted. "Radu," he warned, but before anything else could come out he remembered what he kept hearing from as early as he could understand the language spoken to him. Family, Vlad, dragă, it is the core of our power, the center of our strength. As long as we're united, we will thrive.

"Come here," Vlad relented. And the kid jumped into his brother's arms, grinning, suddenly content and at ease. "Our hearts are home, yes, Radu? Nothing can change that. But to protect our home, our family and our people, our minds and bodies have to be here."

"How long?"

"I don't know. But we have each other, a piece of home to hold onto. I will take care of you, little brother, do not worry."

Radu seemed to ponder over the words, turning the idea on all sides in his head. Eventually, he broke into a smile, nodding enthusiastically. "And I will take care of you."

Despite himself, the late hour and the threat of the unknown, Vlad laughed. A genuine, sincere, light sound that didn't stop until it cleaned every trace of hurt in him. "Of course, what would I do without you?"

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The morning found the brothers lounged on opposites sides of the bed. What should have been a restless sleep, free of the bliss of dreams with glimpses into the night, wide awake, became ordinary. Vlad and Radu were even confused to see the change of scenery before remembering the previous day and where they really were.

A servant knocked, but didn't bother wait for an answer. The servant eyed Radu with distaste, turning the same loosely curled lipped face to Vlad. "You are both expected to present yourselves to breakfast, properly dressed, within the hour. Follow me, if you please."

Not really having much of a choice, the two foreign princes fell in line behind, allowing themselves to be led to a shared bathroom between their rooms. Bigger than what was the norm back home and of much more luxury, as soon as the servan left the two brothers alone, they took the oportunity to turn it into a playground. When the servant returned for them, Vlad and Radu, short on air from laughing, had their clothes soaked, hair tangled and the clean change left for them, damped.

At the horrific look that passed over – and refused to leave – the servant's face, Vlad straightened and muffled his joy. He stepped in front of Radu to protect him of the ill gaze, resisting the urge to put the servant in place; such a behabiour towards two princes... unacceptable! But even though young and not yet prepared in the art of the Court, Vlad knew it'd be bad to draw too much attention. Bad to cause havoc and earn a reputation amongst the tributes. The one in front of him may be a servant, but not his, nor Radu's. The Sultan's. And that meant his eyes and ears, most likely. Better not to risk an attitude that can harm his land and its people. That'd put his father and family in a tricky position.

"You may leave," Vlad said on an even voice. A child, trying to play an adult on the stage of frail politics. "We will manage ourselves from now and shall be at breakfast right on time."

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The first hours of his new life, though with a rocky start, unfurled well. Vlad fit in the caretaker role exellently. The young prince carried himself with dignity and honor on the palace's hallways, emanating confidence in relation to others with just a pinch of superiority to maintain his statute clear. He was polite and maniered as taught in Wallachia as the future ruler. He used his knowledge and inteligence to navigate the life at the strange court. By noon, it seemed to Vlad like he lived seven lives already and old age, still far.

As proud as he was of himself, as sure he figured it all out and feeling ready for his life in the heart of the Empire, as hopeless, powerless and scared Vlad felt when the announcement of his new lessons reached his ears.

Vlad loved learning for sure. The knowledge presented to him opened in the young prince a desire for more. It is, he realized, the groundbase of power. And he couldn't have enough of it; be it arithmetic and philosophy, geometry and astrology or horseriding lessons and permission to attend his father's council with Mircea to learn strategy, Vlad valued scholar work.

But he knew it'd all be diferent under the care of the Sultan. How could he focus on or enjoy his readings if he doesn't know anything of his brother? Because Radu wasn't allowed to keep him company. Another teacher saw to the fearful child, begging for familiarity.

"I'll see you after lessons, yes Răducule? It's fine, I promise. I'll see you soon."

If his words fulfilled their sole purpose to sooth Radu, Vlad's mind was still in distress. The lack of attention made it hard to undesrtand what was being said to him. Even more, caused a stimming hatred to rise inside him of the new language he was forced to speak. Maybe if it was easier to learn, without worries in sight, Vlad would have loved the challenge and welcome the new skill in his skull. But as the situation presented itself, the only reason Vlad didn't fail his classes was fear. Motivated by the dreaded nighmares of what might happen home, or, even worse for he was closer than Wallachia, what might happen to Radu, Vlad became a praised student. And encouraged his brother to do the same.

If during daytime Vlad embraced his new life, posing as the prodigy son, at nighttime the prince snuk pieces of his true identity through the thick, ornated walls of the palace.

"Is it safe to talk, Vlad?" Radu asked after they retired to their chambers. The older brother pressed his finger to his lips and shushed. "Yes, if you're not too loud."

"Sorry."

"Alright, where were we? I believe we finished with verbs last night, is it right?"

"Yes, but you promised me a story, not more grammar. Please."

Vlad chuckled indulgently and shook his head in amusement. "Very well. If you can answer my questions on the verb correctly, I'll tell you a story."

"One from home." Radu stressed his point.

"Yes, of course that one from home. Mother used to tell me and Mircea this one. Are you ready?"

The romanian lessons were very important to Vlad. To this day, he not only remembers, but feels the unnamable emotion that coursed through him once settled at Târgoviște. It rained around him with the language he only heard in the bosom of his family. It wasn't weird anymore, it was normal. And beautiful. His own.

Beside the toungue of his ancestors, Vlad held dear the believes translated to stories. Doica used to tell him that through religion a people have a heart, throuh folklore a people have a conscious of themselves. And so, young Vlad was set to teach little Radu as much as he was able to. Plant in him the meaning of home – of Wallachia – on all possible levels.

>>> brothers bonding while prisoners in childhood

#vladbruarie #vlandom #vlad tepes #vlad the impaler #day 1 #prompts #prompturi #ziua 1 #did this awaken the need to write a historical-fiction book? yes it did #even if the historical accuracy in this is barely existenta (scuzati romgleza)#can't believe i managed to post before midnight #it's still february 1st!!

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