Imagine Strahd giving everyone in Barovia a present for Christmas, raining nightmares down through people’s chimneys like he’s Jack Skellington himself.
Imagine Strahd scrambling to reblog all of his favorite Christmas memes on tumblr dot com but running into the dreadful nightmare that is the broken blog search function and finally just resorting to a horrific Grinch-esque scream as he gives up and throws his smartphone across the room. Merry Crisis indeed.
Imagine Strahd getting some proper therapy. Like some actual honest to g-d Therapy™️. Some real sit down and discuss your troubles in a safe environment therapy. Some genuine professional help in the form of THERAPY.
Imagine Strahd unveiling his extensive beanie baby collection in Castle Ravenloft.
“What exactly is a beanie baby?” your character asks, amazed by the variety of toy animals.
“They are merely toys, as you can see,” Strahd explains, “but they are incredibly valuable in the outside world.”
You don’t know how to tell him exactly how incorrect that is. You’re not sure you will survive telling this man the truth, in any case. Maybe it’s best we keep that little tidbit to ourself.
Imagine Strahd trying--like, really genuinely trying--to wear a face mask when he goes out and about, as per Barovian health department regulations, but his fangs keep poking through them every time he opens his mouth to speak.
Imagine Strahd compiling a list of who’s been naughty and who’s been nice in Barovia this year. His perspective is NOT skewed, and anyone who suggests otherwise is going DIRECTLY onto the naughty list.
An incredible likeness. I suppose I will have to make room for it among the other stunning portraits in my castle...
Basically Strahd in the Amber Temple. I love Buzzfeed Unsolved, and I really think Strahd would give absolutely no f***s about taunting powers beyond his reckoning (he’s already dead anyway.)
Que the rest of the party in the background going, “STRAHD NO!”
I will reblog the linked post shortly. This is one of the funniest things anyone has ever added to a post of mine. Stay classy, Barovia. 🍷
Imagine Strahd lying face down on the floor just inside the front door to his castle, surrounded by colorful flashing lights, while “Caramelldansen” is blasted obscenely from the grand hall just a short walk away—a party gone horribly wrong.
Imagine Strahd quarantining everyone in Barovia because ONCE AGAIN some new adventurers mysteriously appeared (as they occasionally do) and brought fungus that causes white nose syndrome with them. Will the Barovian bat population never know peace???
Imagine Strahd adopting thirteen hairless cats to add a little extra pizzazz to the castle ambiance. Also, there’s a mouse problem and he’s tired of having to chase the little invaders down one by one on his own.