seen from Türkiye
seen from China
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seen from United States
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Jonathan has written me once more and…oh dear. Things don’t seem to be going well. The Count is crawling out the window like a lizard and Jonathan’s movements are being even further limited. And the Count wants him to stay for a month? Why do I suspect this work trip will be going on for much longer than even Jonathan predicted?
Mina: “Jonathan, I’ve noticed that you need more male friends.”
Jonathan: “I do not.”
Mina: “You always spend all your time with me and Lucy, and any time you can’t, you mope around the house waiting for me to return.”
Jonathan: “I don’t get along with men!”
Mina: “What about the journalist from The Exeter News?”
Jonathan: “That is your friend. I introduced you two, sure, but every man I introduce to you is immediately more charmed with you than with me.”
Mina: “Well, what about Mr. Hawkins?”
Jonathan: “Mina, he loves you! He likes you much more than me.”
Mina: “That is a complete lie! Surely, he sees me as an extension of you. He loves me as his daughter-in-law.”
Jonathan: “Mina, if anyone is the in-law, it’s me. You’re his pride and joy!”
Mina: “It’s not like he even raised me! Meanwhile, you were at least trained by him.”
Jonathan: “But it’s you he brags about. He grants us a loan once and suddenly all your accomplishments are a result of him being our benefactor. “Did you know Mina is a schoolmistress?” Yes, boss, I’m married to her. He sees you as his own daughter.”
Mina: “And what of you?”
Jonathan: “His clerk.”
Mina: “Well! It’s not going to happen again! I’m going to introduce you to a whole posse of men, and they’re all going to love you!”
*few days later*
Van Helsing: “Oh, dear husband of Madam Mina-”
Jonathan: *side-eyes Mina*
Mina: “... listen--”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
LMAO
Made a whole ahh ao3 account just to post this fic 😭 BUT HERE’S YOUR DAVID AND JONATHAN FOOD
*throws*
GAHDAMNNN, I haven’t written in a while 😭 hope this is alright LOL
This fic was requested by someone who wanted a hurt/comfort fic of Jonathan! Tw for abuse and panic attacks ‼️ (no fun)
And- what am I talking about?? I didn’t write this, this isn’t the real me on ao3 😡 i NEVER use ao3… 😤
It's probably fine that the only thing keeping me from spiraling is that my dear friend Jonathan Harker begins his very first work trip on Saturday and I cannot wait to hear from him about all of his experiences.
Load bearing letters from Transylvania.
In every sense.
This is fine.
Nancy: *kisses Jonathan’s neck*
Jonathan: The fuck was that?
Nancy: Affection.
Jonathan: Weird.
Nancy:
Jonathan: Do it again.
Part 125/?
"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. Great God! merciful God! Let me be calm, for out of that way lies madness indeed." Jonathan Harker, may 16.
It's the realization, and the frightened fury of Jonathan when he finds out that Dracula is the only being who can protect him in the horrible cage that he himself has organized for Jonathan.
The fear of realizing that yes Jonathan, the man who is abusing you, keeping you trapped, and playing a sick game with your sanity is the only person who you can turn to feel safe. The only reassurance that you will not die today on his watch... unless you stop playing the role he wants you to play.
In the May 16th entry of Dracula Daily, Bram Stoker recreates the essential roommate experience, which is to come home and find your roommates about to eat the snack you'd saved for later
