𝖙𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉.

ｉｎ　ａｌｌ　ｍｙ　ｄｒｅａｍｓ　ｉ　ｄｒｏｗｎ

[wmina]

  “　ｗｅｌｌ－ｂｅｈａｖｅｄ　ｗｏｍｅｎ　ｓｅｌｄｏｍ　ｍａｋｅ　ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ．　"     mina murray of bram stoker’s novel, dracula. by nosta.

[twothousandeight]

Save Your Tears, by Corey Ventetuolo

Bram Stoker's Dracula, dir. Francis Ford Coppola

[fearlastyear]

untitled, nicola samorì (2012) // hannibal 3x02

[wmina]

  “　ｗｅｌｌ－ｂｅｈａｖｅｄ　ｗｏｍｅｎ　ｓｅｌｄｏｍ　ｍａｋｅ　ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ．　"     mina murray of bram stoker’s novel, dracula. by nosta.

[wmina]

Summoning spell to manifest @vampyras & @hrker back on the dash 👀

[infinityrph-deactivated20230819]

hey…how’s my portrayal? ♡

[wmina]

  “　ｗｅｌｌ－ｂｅｈａｖｅｄ　ｗｏｍｅｎ　ｓｅｌｄｏｍ　ｍａｋｅ　ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ．　"     mina murray of bram stoker’s novel, dracula. by nosta.

[wmina]

NOSTA LOML

TUMBLR USER KRASHAYA ILYSM 😍

[wmina]

@denmarks​ whispered  :  how did you sleep?

                  Mina   has   the   uncanny   ability,   Jonathan   swears,   of   being   able   to   sleep   pretty   much   anywhere.   It   does   not   matter   how   cold   or   damp   or   uncomfortable   a   makeshift   mattress   she   has   to   endure   is,   she   will   make   do   and   sleep   will   eventually   find  her.   Old   habits   die   hard,   she   has   told   Jon   (   orphanage   beds   are   anything   but   pleasant   to   lie   in   ),   and   despite   the   humid   and   chilly   atmosphere   of   the   castle   and   the   torches   casting   a   rather   macabre   glow   upon   the   stone   walls   of   her   bedroom,   she   has   found   sleep   pretty   quickly.

                The  man   finds   her   staring   through   the   window   that   leads  to   a   peculiarly   somber   garden,   (   the   castle   reeks   of   old,   ghostly   tales,   it   brings   an   uneasiness to   her   body   she   cannot   explain   ),   and   once   he speaks   up,   voice   deep   and   serene,   Mina   almost   jumps back   on   her   heels   –   she’s   on   edge;   it   shows.   Jonathan   has   insisted   they   sleep   in   separate   bedrooms     (   his   excessive   chivalry   is   bothersome   to   Mina   sometimes,   much   more   in   situations   like   this   ),   thus,   she   found   herself,   last   night,   rather   swallowed   by   the   enormity   of   the   room   with   the   stone   walls   and   four   poster   bed   that   was   covered   in   a   thin   layer   of   dust,   as   if   it   had   not   been   slept   on   for   quite   some   time.

              “   oh,   I   –   I   have   slept   well.   thank   you,   ”   a   polite   curtsy   is   offered   to the   royal,   and   Mina   leaves   her   fingers   curled   still around   the   fabric   of   her   skirts   (   as   if   she   needed   something   to   grasp   in   order   to   steady   herself   ),   “   has   jonathan   awakened   already? he   is   an   early   riser   if   i’ve   ever   seen   one,”   Mina,   on   the   other   hand,   does   not   pride   herself   of being   a   morning   person,   “   I   suppose   you   two   have  still   much   to   discuss   regarding   the   selling   of   these   lands.   ”

[wmina]

    mina and jon really are like the vampire slayer version of movie verse ed and lorraine w*rren in this essay i will -

[wmina]

Mina Harker? More like, Jonathan Murray.

[wmina]

  “　ｗｅｌｌ－ｂｅｈａｖｅｄ　ｗｏｍｅｎ　ｓｅｌｄｏｍ　ｍａｋｅ　ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ．　"     mina murray of bram stoker’s novel, dracula. by nosta.

[wmina]

how did you sleep?    (  @hlmwood​  )

                         There      is       no       sleeping       –       she       wants       to       say       –       only       nightmares.      Only       terrifying,       foreboding       images       of      what’s       to       come.       Of       Jonathan       and      you       and       Mr.       Morris       and       Dr.       Van       Helsing       being       devoured       by       darkness     and       the       beast       himself       –       blood,      so       much       blood,       drip,       drip,       dripping      from       the       jaws       of       a       familiar       monster.

                 She      sees       herself       as       the       monster,       and     that       is       by       far       the       most       terrifying       vision       of       them       all.

                   Still,      Mina       does       not       bring       herself       to     share       her       worries       with       Mr.       Holmwood     (       he       has,       indeed,       his       own       Hell       to       deal       with,       they       both       share       the       grief       over       the       loss       of     a       loved       one.       They       both       mourn       Lucy,       and       they       both       always       will       ),       and       for       that       reason,       she       forces       a       small       attempt       at       a       smile,       tucks       a       stray       lock       behind       her       ear       –       these       are       not       times      to       seek       comfort,       these       are       not     times       to       falter       (       Mina       carries     her       own       burdens       on       her       shoulders,     endures       silently,       just       as       women       have      always       done       and       just       as       she       hopes       women       will       never       do       again       ).

                     still,      the       monster       lurks       in       the       shadows,      and       in       every       sunrise       that       her      skin       grows       paler,       her       eyes       darker,     her       features       more       angular,       Mina       fears       of       what       will       become       of       herself.

                  “       I      doubt       any       of       us       has       had       the      chance       to       have       a       particularly       pleasant       night       of       sleep       lately,       if     i’m       to       be       quite       frank,       ”       voice       sounds       exhausted,       dark       circles       mark       her       eyes       –       yet       Mina       still     smiles,       “       however,       I       appreciate       the       attempt       at       banal       chitchat,       mr.     holmwood.       I       truly       …       I       find       myself       truly       missing       it.       ”

[wmina]

other hunters meeting modern mina, tiny and skinny and unassuming but carrying a huge crossbow and a rosary around her neck is an aesthetic

[tiffsmemes]

a land of permanent goodbyes taken from the 2018 atia abawi book.

it’s my job to worry about you.

make sure you find a good jacket to stay warm.

you don’t have a fever, do you?

you’re going to be fine. i just need to bandage up your head.

but when your soul feels too much, that trauma makes a home in your heart.

we have a big day today.

how did you sleep?

it will make you feel better.

every face had a story, a family, a struggle.

it’s the power of compassion and love – the two elements that can save a world.

when you lose someone or even something you love, you never feel complete again.

stop looking for reasons to make yourself sad.

when you truly love someone, their life means more to you than your own.

i’m your only son, your only child. i can’t leave you.

to feel so much means you can find empathy – when you can sense the pain of others, that is a power to hold on to. that is a power that can change the world you live in.

[musingmeme-blog]

beep beep how’s my portrayal ?

[wmina]

“ childhood innocence is overrated . ”    (  @forseit​  )

                        A      civil       conversation       with       a       vampire       is       far       from       being       something       Mina       considers       usual       in       her       life       at       this       point       –       which       is,       in       itself,       a       quaint       notion,       what       is       deemed       normal       becomes       twisted       with      perspective       (       nothing       is       as       it      seems       in       this       world       ).       perhaps,      there’s       less       of       a       feeling       of     uneasiness       around       this       woman       than       it      should       –       Mina       cannot       tell       if     it’s       one       of       their       enigmatic       ‘gifts’,      or       simply       the       natural       ability       of     a       predator       to       entice       their       meals      into       their       vicinity       without       them       even       noticing.       many       a       vampire       she       and       Johnathan       have       faced       has       had       the       same       allure,       but       never       have       one       made       her       feel       as       if       she     were       talking       to       an       equal.

                         This      woman,       petite       and       nonthreatening,       looks      far       from       being       a       bloodthirsty       monster       –       and       perhaps       that       might     be       the       reason       why       she       fits       so     well       in       the       world       around       her.       And       as       she       speaks,       ethereal       and       bell       –       chiming       voice       rings       past       painted       lips,       Mina       studies       her       as       much       as       she       can,       tries       to       decipher       whether       or       not       this       vampire     and       her       family       represent       a       threat      (       their       eyes       are       speak       of     humane       thoughts       towards       Mina’s       kind,       abstaining       from       consuming     human       blood       altogether       ).

                    however,      Mina       has       learned       to       never       trust      a       wolf       that       wears       the       sheep’s      skin       so       effortlessly.      

                 “       personally,      I       think       everything       can       be       overrated       if       analyzed       too       much,       ”      brunette       shrugs,       brings       mug       of       coffee      to       her       lips       as       her       fingertips      travel       through       pages       of       books       and      documents       she’s       supposed       to       study       for       tomorrow’s       lecture       –       caffeine      keeps       her       awake,       the       vampire’s       presence       keeps       her       alert,       “       I      believe       innocence       is       a       matter       of     perspective       –       all       children       are       innocent       until       the       vile       ways       of       the       world       are       inculcated       onto       them.      so,       in       theory,       the       ones       to       blame       for       childhood       innocence       being       such       a       precious       concept       are       ourselves      –       because       we       tend       to       ruin       it.       ”