#dracula may 16

[eldengourd]

I love Dracula's 16th of May entry, it may be one of my favourites across the whole book. It's a great piece of horror for many reasons but I also just love how much the three women taunt, mock, and rag on Dracula in it.

Like, I get it now Dracula. Maybe I've misunderstood you up until now. I would also think that just up and moving to another country would be easier than having to confront your shitty castlemates.

[codeearth]

16th of May (behind the scenes)

Sleepover with the besties 💗🩸🩸

I love imagining fake behind the scenes of stories I like, and this one is no exception. The amount of shenanigans this fictional group of actors get into in my head is too numerous to count

I like to think that this particular scene has too many takes because they all kept laughing or forgetting their lines

And hey! We finally see my depiction of the vampire ladies! I did do a drawing of them last year but it was meh, so here they are this year!

[clovecigs]

The dracula brainrot is real dudes

[remembersunflowers]

Jonathan when he quotes hamlet: fully aware of the horror he is in, writing down everything to keep himself sane, and that night he is faced with vampire ladies threatening to drain kiss him

Lucy when she quotes hamlet: aware only of a dreadful exhaustion, afraid to sleep, writing down reassurances that the people around her are trying to help, and at night there is that sound of wings flapping against the window

[bacon-and-yeggs]

dracula may 16 is just the equivalent to coming home and finding your roommates eating your food out of a container clearly labeled with your name

[beacedocrime]

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Why am I so incredibly late? I got a fit of motivation for drawing and was going to ride it out to its full capacity. Currently taking a break.

Where's May 15? Didn't have much to say for that chapter tbh.

Okay, now, here we go.

God preserve my sanity, for to this I am reduced. Safety and the assurance of safety are things of the past. Whilst I live on here there is but one thing to hope for, that I may not go mad, if, indeed, I be not mad already.

Continuing the trend of Jonathan making me very sad the moment I open an email. I want to give this man a blanket, hot chocolate, and a good night's sleep

If I be sane, then surely it is maddening to think that of all the foul things that lurk in this hateful place the Count is the least dreadful to me; that to him alone I can look for safety, even though this be only whilst I can serve his purpose.

Fuckkkkk, now he feels that he might be dependent on Dracula, believes that he might be the lesser evil, whilst also being fully aware that the moment he stops serving whatever purpose the Count has kept him for, he will have outlived his usefulness. Shitttt, yeah dude that is a maddening situation

for now, feeling as though my own brain were unhinged or as if the shock had come which must end in its undoing, I turn to my diary for repose. The habit of entering accurately must help to soothe me.

A+ for coping mechanisms

The Count's mysterious warning frightened me at the time; it frightens me more now when I think of it, for in future he has a fearful hold upon me. I shall fear to doubt what he may say!

Oh lord, can't this guy catch a break? Just a little one? Doubt is creeping in, it seems

When I had written in my diary and had fortunately replaced the book and pen in my pocket I felt sleepy. The Count's warning came into my mind, but I took a pleasure in disobeying it. The sense of sleep was upon me, and with it the obstinacy which sleep brings as outrider.

On one hand, I'm proud of him for being rebellious. On the other, man's gonna get himself killed

and unthinking of and uncaring for the dust, composed myself for sleep.

Dude does not have allergies, huh?

Lower and lower went her head as the lips went below the range of my mouth and chin and seemed about to fasten on my throat. Then she paused, and I could hear the churning sound of her tongue as it licked her teeth and lips, and could feel the hot breath on my neck. Then the skin of my throat began to tingle as one's flesh does when the hand that is to tickle it approaches nearer—nearer.

GET- GET AWAY FROM HIM. FUCK. DON'T YOU DARE- HOLY SHIT

"How dare you touch him, any of you? How dare you cast eyes on him when I had forbidden it? This man belongs to me! Beware how you meddle with him, or you'll have to deal with me.”

Get fucked Dracula, Jonathan's not your toy to play with. By the Lord, everybody sucks here (in quite the literal sense too lmao)

If my ears did not deceive me there was a gasp and a low wail, as of a half-smothered child. The women closed round, whilst I was aghast with horror; but as I looked they disappeared, and with them the dreadful bag.

WHAT. Did a child just die. Did we just read about a child that just died. They just did that. Oh my.

Then the horror overcame me, and I sank down unconscious.

No! Dracula is right there! Don't faint with that creep right there! Jonathan you're gonna give me a heart attack.

To be sure, there were certain small evidences, such as that my clothes were folded and laid by in a manner which was not my habit.

Did Dracula change him? When he was unconscious?? Eughh. Like I said, creep

My watch was still unwound, and I am rigorously accustomed to wind it the last thing before going to bed, and many such details.

What I'm getting from this is that now Jonathan's sense of time will be even more messed up, right?

But these things are no proof, for they may have been evidences that my mind was not as usual, and, from some cause or another, I had certainly been much upset. I must watch for proof.

Sure, maybe they're not proof, but also, surely you’re still aware that you probably didn't dream all of that, right? You're not falling for the gaslighting, right?? Right???

As I look round this room, although it has been to me so full of fear, it is now a sort of sanctuary, for nothing can be more dreadful than those awful women, who were—who are—waiting to suck my blood.

Okay so he knows it wasn't some fever dream. Good, good.

May 12 /

May 18

[bumbleyourbees]

dracula thoughts of the day: literally there is nothing i can say about this entry that doesn’t sound fake. there is literally nothing i could tell you that is funnier or more bizarre than the actual entry. there are now 4 vampires who want to fuck our boy jonathan harker and there is no other way i can prepare you for it

[planet-9guy]

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