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@zoophagist
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ind. sel. rp blog for R. M. RENFIELD of ‘DRACULA’ — lore drawn from stoker’s novel and from tim lucas’ ‘the book of renfield.’ est. march 2016, written by ros, varying levels of activity. canon, oc, and crossover friendly. please read rules before interacting. sideblog; follows back from @oughttobechief.
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okay so. that new dracula. ... visually i think it was interesting and pretty, and the music was sometimes compelling, but story-wise this is barely a dracula retelling. the count, jonathan and mina are here, but no one else from the novel. and as mentioned in my previous post, this film's take on mina is very divergent from the original, pulling the "reincarnated wife" shtick, and fundamentally that's all that this movie is about. everything and everyone that is NOT either dracula or mina/elisabeta is just here to speed or slow their reuniting.
now you can make a vampire love story. far be it for my vampirefucker ass to say otherwise. just. make your own movie. make any other movie. it's free to make up your own characters to fuck vampires. they know that, right? let no one ever accuse me of being anti-hot-vampire. the amount of dracfield and devil's minion fic i have read/written should put me on a list. no, my problem in this case is that this is Supposed To Be Dracula, and dracula is not a mina/drac love story. idk i don't have it in me to give the whole spiel about it. gentle reader, treasured follower, you already know what's tiresome and wrong about this. i'll just give a blanket statement that we lost a lot of complexity and intrigue from the novel's story by narrowing the focus so extremely and also narrowing that focus to This. we'll move on.
almost as baffling to me as the reincarnated love arc is that though upwards of 40% of the movie is spent in an asylum (with an even bigger YIKES on the representation of mental illness than you would expect), there is no renfield. this initially surprised me greatly, and then surprised me significantly less when i realized there was no jack, quincy, or van helsing, and only the lacroix of an arthur. what about lucy, you may ask? buddy, i'm going to hold your hand as i break this bizarre news to you, but ... lucy is renfield. or. the woman who's doing the "seductive femme vampire" dance will also be serving your "count-worshiping lunatic in chains" for this evening's production. unheard of character chimeras being birthed in the ultra-streamlining of this plot. honestly, i kind of thought she was fun but mmmm this character was lesser than the sum of her two parts, i think.
and you know...
hm.
you know.
i sat down to write out all my nuanced thoughts on why this was an ineffective but sometimes entertaining movie but i just looked up the director's statements about the film and saw he self-described as "not a fan of dracula" and also said the reincarnation love story was actually the heart of the book, so he never read that thing and doesn't care so post cancelled i'm not spending more time dissecting this than he spent on understanding stoker's novel
best moment was the ending when all the animated gargoyles (never explained) all emerged from the castle transformed into pale, gaunt little boys and wandered away (also never explained). there were just so many of them...
tonight i’m hitting up an early access screening of the new luc besson-directed dracula for that i managed to somehow hear no hype or advertising until last week. going in with No knowledge of its details other than that the trailer implies we’re doing the mina = dead wife thing again so you can all imagine my hopes are not high…. but will there be renfield??? i can hope and pray…
what.
tonight i’m hitting up an early access screening of the new luc besson-directed dracula for that i managed to somehow hear no hype or advertising until last week. going in with No knowledge of its details other than that the trailer implies we’re doing the mina = dead wife thing again so you can all imagine my hopes are not high…. but will there be renfield??? i can hope and pray…
WHO AM I?
"a cupid out of caravaggio" "merciless and all-loving demonic god" "the embodiment of thirst itself"
I DO NOT KNOW ANYMORE. NO ONE HAS PAINTED ME IN OVER 400 YEARS.
multimuse ft. the vampire armand vc novels & amc show verses written by ros | art credit
the power i feel getting to listen to a dracula musical as legitimate research for my dissertation is IMMENSE. gotta say Lucy's song 1, 2, 3 bops so hard. for my francophones and my lucy stans, have a listen
daily affirmations
I know why i am like this and i will never do anything about it
Psychologists could never help meee
“Oh God, what happened to you?!” from constanta?
@storiesbreathed | blood & bruises starters
A wheezing trickle of air greets the question. Though he can't feel half of his face, he strives to turn his eyes up to her from the pool of blood on the floor. Is it his delirium or does she look just like his Lady of the Forest? And is it the pain that makes him tremble, or is he merely that same child again, terrified of death, of what waits beyond?
"I wouldn't let him... Tried to stop him. Mrs. Harker... Oh God, I know I am dying. They have left me to die." And in spite of himself, in spite of all the courage he's resolved to face the end with, he cannot prevent the savage, panicked plea that hums along the thread connecting their minds through their master and begs of her, 'Help me, please, please, please, help me!'
❛ is that all? is that how it goes? ❜ from mina?
@storiesbreathed | baudelaire in a box starters
His aloof, furtive demeanor, so familiar to the good doctor, falls away under the pressure of Mrs. Harker's questions. It is, this is how it goes, but he hates to be the one to tell her it. Or he wishes he could tell her all of it, the whole story, in one breathless rush so that she, kind girl, could slip through the holes of the Count's tightening net. But he cannot. His words and his will are not his own.
She is still untouched, unmarked by Him. She will not remain so if they remain under the same roof. Are her days numbered so starkly? Is it so impossible for a light like hers to endure in this world?
His casts his eyes aside, feeling the smart of his shame.
"I'm very sorry to disappoint you, Mrs. Harker, but this is all I can do for you. I can only tell you to leave, to never let yourself be so unlucky to dwell in the same house as myself again, and to pray and beg that God hears you..." Renfield trails off, but then his misty-eyed melancholy sharpens, clears for an instant. He doesn't dare to look at her as he says the words, lest he look too frightfully eager, but she can surely see the resignation in his face crack despite his averted eyes. "Or you let me out. And then there is not harm and it is not my fault. You could do it. Dr. Seward would not see reason but perhaps you might...?"
happy to say my inbox has so many memes rn! woohoo! if i take a minute getting to them all, it's bc you have given me so much good stuff to work with.
*me eating something that I know will make my tummy hurt* i don't really care if this makes my tummy hurt
*a few hours later when my tummy hurts* oh... the quencies ...
film ask meme : NOSFERATU (2024) directed by ROBERT EGGERS.
a selection of lines from the 2024 film nosferatu. modified for rp purposes.
you are not for the living. you are not for human kind.
do you swear it?
come here. there is nothing to be afraid of.
today is of the utmost importance for us.
it will be a great adventure for you.
why have you killed these beautiful flowers?
i must tell you my dream.
standing before me, all in black, was Death.
the stench of their bodies was horrible.
i had never been so happy as that moment, as i held hands with Death.
never speak these things aloud. never.
i wish you to have all you deserve.
it's worth celebrating your adventure. i envy you.
i fear their past melancholy is returning.
don't let them feed me to the monster!
remember, it's all for us.
you bring trouble with you.
beware his shadow. the shadow covers you in a nightmare.
you are late. the midnight hour is passed.
i fear we yet keep close many superstitions here that may seem backward to someone of your high learning.
they exhumed a corpse.
i might ease your wound.
come by the fire. your face shows you unwell.
why ever did you bring that here?
what can cheer this poor humor, my love?
do you ever feel, at times, as if you were not a person?
we all feel out of sorts, set apart, at times. small or alone.
you are fortunate in your love.
it is a black omen to journey in poor health.
no one. i am no one.
he loves the pretty ones best.
you are lost in his shadow.
remain here. his evil cannot enter this house of God.
soon i will be no more a shadow to you.
your spirit was never enough.
no matter. i miscalculated the stars.
hermes will not render my black sulfur gold this evening.
do not revel what is sacred to dogs.
does evil come from within us or from beyond?
this evil, what it it is, how it has been summoned - unleashed - i know not.
there is a dread storm rising.
your bond shall not survive me.
it is a force more powerful than evil. it is death itself.
i have wrestled with the devil as jacob wrestled the angel in peniel.
if we are to tame darkness, we must first face that it exists.
i told you, you are not of human kind.
i am an appetite. nothing more.
i cannot be sated without you.
remember how once we were?
you have never liked me.
nothing you can say will shake me - for there is a devil in this world, and i have met him.
don't touch me. i am not to be touched.
the grim reaper wields his heavy scythe with every change of wind.
your horror has rent our hearts, but you must hear us.
these nightmares do exist! they exist!
the monster left you to the wolves, and yet you prevailed.
we must know evil to be able to destroy it. we must discover it within ourselves.
i need no salvation.
you will put an end to all of this?
i feel his hold upon me this night.
i am ready. i bid you, come to me.
i relinquished him my soul.
god is beyond our morals.
🐇 from Lucy because her seeing her doing the thing jack sees all the time
@vyrulent | vampire-themed starters (accepting) 🐇 - To catch my muse drinking blood from an animal.
He does not perceive the presence peering in at his cell, so lost he had become in the surge of blood, the struggle of the living being writhing in his fingers. All the world narrows down to that single point and the relief if brings to his thirst.
Compulsion, they call it. Illness, they say. But the doctors don't understand that he needs it as he needs air, as they need their bread and water. The vampire has left its mark on Renfield, and its hunger is his hunger ... in a lesser, imperfect way. The craving he feels for living blood is not psychosis, even if the humanity in him so brings some of it bubbling back up after, sickening him. He wishes he could make someone believe. It is what he is — flesh of the Master's flesh, blood of His blood, appetite of his appetite.
The rat squirms in his grasp, snapping at the air in a vain attempt to bite back as he licks at the gaping cavity of its chest, but Renfield has its neck firmly in hand, nearly harsh enough to break it, but he mustn't. He mustn't spoil the life. Dead blood is not nearly so healthsome.
Rat is the most precious meal he knows, second only to the vampiric blood itself. It reminds him of that first love, first sacrifice, of his dear pet, Jolly. It reminds him just how serious a thing it is to be one of the Master's brood.
Only when the heart has ceased pumping and the blood becomes inert does he finish the meal, crunching through bone and swallowing the fleshy, messy mass. And then he feels it. The hair standing up on the back of his neck as if watched. His eyes dart around from door to window, seeking out a voyeur...
✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 . ( a collection of dialogue prompts based on varying types of demands &. requests . adjust phrasing as necessary . this prompt WILL likely be updated in the future . )
don't say a word .
don't leave me here .
meet me at our spot tonight .
follow me and stay close .
don't beg , it's pathetic .
can you ( tie / zip ) this for me ?
stop lying to me . tell me what you did .
put that down , you don't know what it ( is / does ) .
get out of my sight .
stop pretending you know what's going on .
find a first-aid kit . quickly !
don't get yourself killed .
leave them to me , just go .
just admit that you love me .
just admit that you hate me .
come here , let me look at you .
( name ) , don't make me do this .
drop your ( weapon ) .
stay here and wait for my signal .
don't just sit there , move .
take this and run , don't let anyone have it .
pretend you're my ( partner / girlfriend / boyfriend ) .
don't look , you'll give us away .
don't say another word .
stop pretending like you care .
go make sure the coast is clear .
take this with you . it's a good luck charm .
don't tell anyone about this .
if anybody asks about today , lie .
stop looking at me like that .
tell me you love me .
just kiss me , already .
keep your eyes on the road .
stop crying and calm down .
come with me . there's so much we could do .
wear the ( dress / tie / item ) i gave you tonight .
show me how you like to be touched .
hold my hand .
kiss me , make it look real .
look at me . how many fingers am i holding up ?
will you marry me ?
just slow down for a minute . what's going on ?
take a deep breath , you need to calm down .
get out of here , ( name ) !
draw your weapon .
go rest . i'm not asking .
take a step back .
give me a straight answer .
be polite to our guests .
look me in the eye and say that again .
put your feelings aside for a moment .
keep close to me .
here , let me see that .
look up at the sky .
get out of here , i don't want to see you right now .
stand up , this isn't over yet .
close your eyes and count to ten .
smile for the camera !
keep your head down .
( name ) , let me past .
listen carefully to what i'm about to say .
don't just stare , come in .
stop laughing , this isn't funny .
take this and hide it .
don't make a sound .
put your hands up .
quit causing problems everywhere you go .
just admit that you don't know what you're doing .
stop right there , i mean it .
don't say that name aloud .
just trust me , okay ?
stop acting so childish .
call the police . now .
tell me you love me , even if it's not real .
take a good hard look .
stop the car , ( name ) .
don't make eye contact .
stay out of trouble .
just do it already , we've waited long enough .
hold me tight , and never let me go .
finish what you started .
tell me what you know .
just stay away from me .
turn around . slowly .
don't be scared .
put it down before somebody gets hurt .
stop pretending , i'm tired of the pretending .
grab me my ( item ) , will you ?
don't make assumptions .
put this over it to stop the bleeding .
get to safety !
wipe that look off your face .
secure the area .
keep an eye on them .
look at yourself in the mirror .
run . run and don't stop .
eat . you haven't touched your food in days .
“In my three centuries of living, do you really think no one has tried to kill me before?”
@elisethetraveller | vampire-themed starters (accepting)
She wasn't taking him seriously. (He should have stopped being surprised by people not taking him seriously...) So she was touched by magic, so she was from some other time as she tells it. Fine, all that. He'd had his shock and his wonder and, after, the belief and acceptance seeped in. But these things did not mean the Master could not snap her in half the way Renfield had seen him do in those too-clear visions to maiden after maiden, drawing out his bloody pleasure.
Then again, he knew it must be hard to take him seriously when he could only voice the vaguest of threats. The Master's claw clamped around his throat, around the words, even in his absence. All knowing! Almighty! God!
"You must heed me. Take care! There is something prowls these streets at night. I may be trifled with but He must not be. Or can't you die at all?" he asks in exasperation.
ooc;; awake at infernal early hour but soothing my soul by looking through the jolly tag. if you too need silly little animal energy i highly recommend it
