OPHELIAC

forgive me father ; for i have sinned.

[druseela]

ABANDON ALL HOPE , YE WHO ENTER HERE.

OH, BUT THERE WAS WORSE YET TO COME, POOR THING … drusilla of the buffy franchise. exploring themes of vampirism, madness, violent feminity, madness as way of dealing with rage and trauma, the femme fatale, the ophelia, religion and symbolism, and stolen innocence. deconstructed by nosta (+21)

[druseela]

Hi bestiesss

[druseela]

Hello spooks 😇

[druseela]

i don’t really care.   ( @punskill​  )

                                                       “   you   will.   ”

                           There   is   not   a   shift   in   her   tone,   not   a   flinch   on   her   smile   –   vacant   yet   fixated   entirely   on   the   slayer   before   her,   who   has   her   pinned   to   the   wall   with   a   stake   to   where   a   beating   heart   once   was.   Eyes   that   look   at   nothing   at   all   (   there   is   something   wickedly   similar   about   the   slayer’s   gaze   sometimes,   Drusilla   finds   herself   looking   twice   at   her   from   time   to   time   ),   are   now   cast   deep   within   the   glare   of   the   blonde   girl.

                       I   don’t   care   —   she   says.   It   is   not   in   the   nature   of   those   who   kill   to   care.

                  And   yet,   Drusilla   laughs,   not   bells   chiming,   but   the   sound   of   a   mismatched   tune   from   a   broken   music   box,   and   the   fangs   protrude   past   ruby   lips   stained   with   foreign   blood.   It’s   not   a   warning,   but   a   promise   –   madness   knows   madness,   insanity   knows   to   recognize   its   vessels.   I   was   once   like   you,   little   girl.   I   was   once   pure   and   virtuous   and   righteous.

                                       I   was   once…

                Claws   curl   around   the   sharp   stake   poking   hollow   ribcage,   laughter   echoes   within   the   empty   cathedral   bathed   in   the   blood   of   the   priests   that   had   tried   to   warn   her   not   to   pollute   the   House   of   God   with   her   unholy   presence   (   I   know   Thy   House,   Lord,   I   have   been   here   a   thousand   times.   Can   Thou   see   me?   Can   Thou   recognize   me?   ),   Drusilla   widens   her   smile,   deranged   and   feral.

                                                               “  you   will.  ”

[rikaswriting]

TO CATCH A THIEF   (  1955  )   PROMPTS.     feel free to adjust pronouns etc as necessary !

you’re here to buy a husband.

the man i want doesn’t have a price.

that eliminates me.

i only regret one thing.

he’s a thief.

since when is love a crime?

i heard some talk in the kitchen.

for what it’s worth, i never stole from anyone who would go hungry.

it’s sort of a hobby of mine. the truth.

why don’t you own a place like this?

you are a man of obvious good taste in everything.

you are just a girl. she is a woman.

why buy an old car if you can get a new one cheaper? it will run better and last longer.

you’ve got a very strong grip.

how many did you kill?

my only comment would be highly censorable.

i’m in love with you.

now that’s a ridiculous thing to say.

money handles most people.

do you honestly believe that?

i bet you told her all your trees are sequoias.

i’m a great believer of getting down to essentials.

there will be many women, rich jewels.

just the bait i need.

you know what i think?

i don’t really care.

say something nice to her, [ muse name ].

she looks a lot older up close.

you are frankly dishonest.

the pastries are light as air.

i had the funny feeling that all they wanted was to get their hands on my money.

oh, i’m impressed.

back home, we’d have called you a rich, headstrong girl.

may i ask you a personal question?

don’t you think it’s foolish to remain here without knowing what will happen to you?

you make it sound dangerous either way.

even in this light, i can tell where your eyes are looking.

you’re a singular girl.

is that good or bad?

you know what you want. you go out after it and nothing stops you from getting it.

you make it sound corny.

you don’t have to spend every day of your life proving your honesty, but i do.

i called the police from your room and told them who you are and everything you’ve been doing tonight.

not only did i enjoy that kiss last night, i was awed by its efficiency.

you’re leaving fingerprints on my arm.

i must say, you are a girl in a million.

that’s a routine compliment, but i’ll take it.

[rikaswriting]

REAR WINDOW   (  1954  )   PROMPTS.     feel free to adjust pronouns etc as necessary !

i get myself half-killed for you and you reward me by stealing my assignments.

you asked for something dramatically different. you got it.

we’ve become a race of peeping toms.

what people ought to do is get outside their house and look in for a change.

she’s not in love with him, or any of them.

how can you tell from here?

you said it resembled my apartment, didn’t you?

i’m in love with you.

i don’t care what you do for a living.

i’d just like to be part of it somehow.

i guess i’m not the girl i thought i was.

sometimes it’s worse to stay than it is to run.

that’s no ordinary look.

that’s the kind of look a man gives when he is afraid somebody might be watching him.

people do a lot of things in private they couldn’t possibly explain in public.

i’m not much on rear window ethics.

you don’t know the meaning of the word ‘neighbor.’

well, i guess i’m using that word 'we’ a little freely.

you’re taking all the chances.

yeah, i can hear you now.

get out of my life.

you’re a perfectly wonderful woman.

you’re too good for me.

when a man and a woman see each other and like each other, they ought to come together ––– wham!

i’ve seen it through that window.

i got a nose for trouble ––– can smell it 10 miles away.

we’re two of the most frightening ghouls i’ve ever known.

a murderer would never parade his crime in front of an open window.

yeah, can’t you just see me, rushin’ home to a hot apartment to listen to the automatic laundry and the electric dishwasher and the garbage disposal… the nagging wife.

you know if someone came in here, they wouldn’t believe what they’d see?

every man’s ready to get married when the right girl comes along.

we were both a couple of maladjusted misfits.

we are still maladjusted misfits, and we have loved every minute of it.

intelligence. nothing has caused the human race so much trouble as intelligence.

when two people love each other, they come together, wham, like two taxis on broadway.

no, she’s just not the girl for me.

she’s only perfect.

she’s too perfect. she’s too talented, she’s too beautiful. she’s too sophisticated. she’s too everything but what i want.

is, um, what you want something you can discuss?

you ever gonna get married?

i’ll probably get married one of these days, and when i do, it’s gonna be to someone who thinks of life not just as a new dress, and a lobster dinner, the latest scandal.

i need a woman who’s willing… to go anywhere and do anything and love it.

so the honest thing for me to do is just to call the whole thing off and let her find somebody else.

i just can’t figure it.

what’s a logical explanation for a woman taking a trip with no luggage?

she’s like a queen bee with her pick of the drones.

i’d say she’s doing a woman’s hardest job: juggling wolves.

now would you fix me a sandwich please?

did she pay you much?

he likes the way his wife welcomes him home.

sometimes it’s worse to stay than it is to run.

where does a man get inspiration to write a song like that?

it’s utterly beautiful.

wish i could be creative.

you have a great talent for creating difficult situations.

staying here all night, uninvited.

surprise is the most important element of attack.

you’re not up on your private eye literature. when they’re in trouble, it’s always their girl friday who gets them out of it.

is she the girl that saves him from the clutches of the seductive showgirls and the overpassionate daughters of the rich?

why don’t i slip into something more comfortable?

which one of you did it?

she picked the most prosperous-looking one.

don’t you ever have any problems?

i have one now.

i wouldn’t dare answer that.

just how would you start to cut up a human body?

i’ll be honest with you. you’re beginning to scare me a little.

for all you know, there’s probably something a lot more sinister going on behind those windows.

one thing i don’t need is heckling.

it’s about time you got married, before you turn into a lonesome, bitter old man.

wives don’t nag, they discuss.

it’s perfect, as always.

i will rephrase the question. do you like it?

if you’re saying all this because you don’t want to tell me the truth, because you’re hiding something from me, then maybe i can understand.

i’m not hiding anything!

it doesn’t make sense!

now if you’ll just let me explain…

that’s your opinion. you’re entitled to it. now let me give you my side…

if your opinion is as rude as your manner, i don’t think i care to hear it.

i made a simple statement, a true statement, but i can back it up if you’ll just shut up for a minute!

oh, come on now, simmer down.

i mean, according to you, people should be born, live and die on the same spot.

if there’s one thing I know, it’s how to wear the proper clothes.

you’re too stubborn to argue with.

i’m not stubborn ––– i’m just truthful.

if you want to get vicious on this, i’ll be very happy to accommodate you.

so that’s it.

you won’t stay here and i can’t go with you.

you don’t think either one of us could ever change?

there’s nothing wrong with you, [ name ].

you’ve got this town in the palm of your hand.

couldn’t we just, uh, couldn’t we just keep things status quo?

when am i gonna see you again?

[caosdobrasil]

[fsnavratil]

the bed i sleep in

//fs navratil

[academiastuffs]

You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope...I have loved none but you.

- Jane Austen, Persuasion

[druseela]

The concept of something being visibly off about dru. You cannot describe it, or see it - but you can FEEL it. That her beauty, her smile, is very much like cracked pieces of something than once was whole and beautiful. That is the very first word that comes to mind when people meet dru: fractured.

Because she is, her personality is fractured. Her mind is fractured. I think i can best explain it as the notion that drusilla isn’t a whole person anymore, but instead she is simply fragments of emotions that she feels and experiences and take over violently, one at a time. Her brain, trying to protect itself, will not let her feel more than one emotion at the same time, therefore, and also thanks to vampirism, the emotion she experiences at a given moment absolutely consumes her. Let it be rage, lust, jealousy or obsessive love. Dru’s mind compartments her emotions because it knows she would not withstand feeling so much at the same time again ( as when she was being t*rtured by angelus ).