#dr. seward

[salazar-bollinger]

one should not have favourites. But Seward is one of mine.

[evydraws]

tiny ink Dracula characters

artzine

[sewards-phonograph]

Imagine hating on me and I'm just in my room like this:

[aosdatc-s]

And we come to an end of 6 months long adventure of our friend Jonathan and his co which ended in the Count's and a friend's death.

RIP to Quincey Morris; guy whose every first instinct at seeing the Count was to shoot.

[vampiremirror]

In my manner of doing it there was, I now see, something of cruelty. I seemed to wish to keep him to the point of his madness—a thing which I avoid with the patients as I would the mouth of hell. (Mem., under what circumstances would I not avoid the pit of hell?) Omnia Romæ venalia sunt. Hell has its price! verb. sap. If there be anything behind this instinct it will be valuable to trace it afterwards accurately...

-Dr. Seward, Bram Stocker "Dracula"

I will be playing Dr. Seward in an upcoming small theatrical adaptation of Dracula (the book, we're not doing the mina Dracula romance), and am really proud of how my make-up and wig turned out!

If you happen to be near Witten WERK°STADT on the 1-2.02.25 or Oberhausen Lito-Palast on 22+23.03.25, you can catch our performance.

Tickets are available under www.blackstage.info

[draculasweedsmokinggirlfriend]

Dr Seward (once again bored): I can't believe Renfield has been quiet the last few days. Let's let him escape so we can hunt him down for sport

[kelseyridge13]

On this day in fiction, Dr. Seward was astonished to discover that Jonathan Harker, an English solicitor, was a nerd, instead of a Winchester-toting badass like Quincey Morris.

[voivode-dracula]

Mpreg WILL serve you greatly in england it will

Perhaps, my friend, you would do better to trouble a doctor with such questions; for unless the nature of man has changed greatly in these past four centuries, I believe you shall find his anatomy is not quite as you imagine it.

Indeed, you might even find Mr. Renfield’s own doctor most suited to hear your ideas. He is accustomed, after all, to those whose minds have wandered far from reason.

These are the places at which you may write to him, or otherwise make yourself known: @doctorjohnseward @sewards-phonograph @secretphonograph

[g-l-o-w-y-l-i-g-h-t-s]

Oh so it's fine when everyone else puts their silly little guy in an enclosure and studies him and does experiments on him but when I, DR. JACK SEWARD -

[salazar-bollinger]

Just a little something inspired by today's dracula daily update

[operagirl]

People in Hollywood are cowards because you could totally do a book accurate Dracula movie and it really wouldn’t be that hard.

Johnathan is just vloging his trip to Draculas castle but the castle doesn’t have any service or wifi so he can’t post anything or send it.

Lucy and Mina’s letters are now text messages or voice memos that are super long.

Dr. Steward voice dairy is wouldn’t have to be changed or it could be changed to him filming himself talking. Or even recorded sessions of him and Renfield

The newspaper clippings could become morning news stories.

All the diary entries are now them just filming themselves talking about what happened in like a video diary format.

It would be so easy! Can you see the vision?

[sewards-phonograph]

*click, mechanical whirr*

Recorded by myself at the close of a singularly disappointing day. Weather clear. Mood inclement.

It is a curious thing to find oneself before this infernal machine, baring one’s soul like a cadaver on the slab. But I simply must, if only to rid myself of my thoughts. They are becoming circular – like a horse on a mill-track, grinding its own will into the dust.

I was – nay, am – a fool, and worse – a sentimental one.

This morning I proposed to Miss Lucy Westenra.

I had suspected some fondness, or at least some leaning, but hope is a treacherous thing, not easily strangled once it has been allowed breath. Her generous, warm manner invites misreading.

Or perhaps it does not guarantee reciprocation.

Regardless, she is kind. Not cruel. The fault is mine.

I had prepared myself in every conceivable way. Composed the speech. Rehearsed my posture. Polished my shoes – and that is a sure sign of emotional collapse in a man of science!

I did sit on a hat, but I know she is not shallow enough for that to account to anything. She must have known what to say all along.

I told her how dear she had become to me, how I might lean on her laughter like a crutch in my lonelier hours, and how, in my mad little world of shrieking inmates and sedatives, the thought of her had become my sole, unmedicated comfort.

She could have laughed, or hesitated, or made the whole affair seem petty. Instead she cried – Goddamn it, she cried FOR ME. I don’t know what to make of it. Perhaps that is worse.

She told me there was someone. No matter. I bowed, thanked her, and made some asinine remark about always being her friend.

Quincey was next. He’ll survive. Those types always do. The wild ones. The smiling ones. The ones that don’t bring a lancet to a proposal. (Apparently that isn’t normal?)

I saw Art later in the evening. It doesn’t take a clinician to diagnose a newly affianced man. So that answers that.

Good for him. Good for him.

*click*

[aosdatc-s]

"Can it be that there is a malign influence of the sun at periods which affects certain natures-as at times the moon does others? We shall see."

Oh Dr. Seward! You're so close to the answer

[mlybrnte]

i initially didn't like bram stoker's dracula because i criticized how repetitive stoker was and how this iconic gothic horror of a book turned out comedic and ridiculous.

after being in the fandom for a month, i realized i could love the fact that it was more comedic than horrifying. i've subscribed now to dracula daily. if someone had told me to expect reading dracula in a way that is less horrifying but more of like a silly adventure, maybe i couldve given it more than 2 stars on goodreads.

[yourlocalswan]

*rattling cage* WHERE ARE MY BLORBOS ITS BEEN DAYS I CANT TAKE THIS

[voivode-dracula]

Don't you think it's curious how your life was so screwed up by the Transylvanian Saxons using the recently invented printing press to tell about/exaggerate your atrocities? Do you think something like this can happen to you again?

Curious, you say? That is not the word I should choose for the vile campaign of lies set forth against me, written and printed to make Matthias seem a hero for casting a mad and traitorous tyrant in chains.

And so, do I think such a thing could happen again?  

You yourselves come to me, speaking of our good friend Jonathan Harker and of what he has written of me. Ah, and you believe it as though it were fact, is it not so? There will ever be those who believe the lies and the half-truths. 

Yet more still are they who will call such tales but superstition and madness! Truly, these outnumber the former. So no, I have no fear that any such smear against me should arise now. Those who would write it shall be shut away into their asylums and dulled with their drugs, not raised up as heroes.