R. M. RENFIELD of the novel 'Dracula' SIDEBLOG OF OUGHTTOBECHIEF
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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
#take a fucking sip babes#i'm serving u weird french musical theatre as i work on my dissert draft#laissez lucie faire ! elle a besoin de plaire ! 😘😘😘#anyway this is why i'm not writing much. pls stand by thru dissert chapter edits#||x long and afar off [ ooc ]
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daily affirmations
I know why i am like this and i will never do anything about it
Psychologists could never help meee
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“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!'
#he is not doing well constanta.... things are BAD#wow lowecase 'him' for dracula. feels so fucked up for renfield tbh. i'd say this is what healing looks like if he weren't bleeding out atm#i figured with the starter u picked we'd play this as they've already met before but i left it open#so if you would rather they hadn't met you can write off renfield's lack of surprise at the presence as the delirium and the dying lol#storiesbreathed#v; i am his gospel#||x fancy me hurting queue! the fools! [ queue ]
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❛ 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...?"
#i was trying to think what could bea fun untapped potential thread for them that doesn't demand ignoring renfield's death...#(i mean we can and should do that another time but for this one i was wanting canon timeline)#and i thought hmm heist thread?? sneak renfield away thread?? of course only if mina agrees#if not she can play detective with renfield's dagey half-answers and try to work out the truth without him saying it#storiesbreathed#v; i am his gospel#||x let me entreat you oh let me implore you! [ answered asks ]#||x fancy me hurting queue! the fools! [ queue ]
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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.
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*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 ...
#renfield eating those birds...#||x what ridiculous nonsense you are talking [ crack ]#||x fancy me hurting queue! the fools! [ queue ]
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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.
#||x no hope for me now unless i do it myself [ meme ]#||x fancy me hurting queue! the fools! [ queue ]
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🐇 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...
#YIKES lucy is getting a messy gory little show today!#i wasn't sure if you were thinking human or vampire lucy so i tried to keep it vague enough that you could take it either way#{ animal death tw }#{ animal abuse tw }#{ gore tw }#hey i'm SO serious about those tags. do not look if you're squeamish#vyrulent#v; i am his gospel#||x let me entreat you oh let me implore you! [ answered asks ]#||x fancy me hurting queue! the fools! [ queue ]
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✱˚。⋆ ↪ 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 .
#||x no hope for me now unless i do it myself [ meme ]#||x fancy me hurting queue! the fools! [ queue ]
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“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.
#i hope this is ok! i know we haven't played through renfield learning about elise's magic but i was taking the queue from the ask's tone#& assuming you wanted to play with something further ahead in their relationship when he Does know and she's able to mention this casually#but if you wanted something else of course we can plot and brew up another scenario!#elisethetraveller#v; i am his gospel#||x let me entreat you oh let me implore you! [ answered asks ]#||x fancy me hurting queue! the fools! [ queue ]
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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
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the blood is the life
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@polarean | continued.
A hand twitches as if it might reach for her, to pet her hair, to cup her cheek, but he thinks better of it and folds that presumptuous hand in front of him with its fellow. He knows better than to crowd a frightened animal.
“Don’t think of Him, sweet girl, plucked flower...”
He advises what he can never do himself. He will think of the Count and of his grip, his mouth, his brutal kiss until the end of days. (Not the end of him. He will never end now, will never be prodded through that doorway to the afterlife he was too afraid to see. He has not yet lived long enough, is not yet wise enough, to mourn this fact.)
“What He did you cannot undo without that final death, but you can do much now that you serve no Master. Think of what you have always wanted to do. Think of the limits of time that always prevented you, and think now that they are gone! All the world is yours now, child! Take heart!”
#lucy time for u evered!!! <3#renfield is like aw geez how do u comfort a human? pets? can i give pets? no fuck that's not right...#polarean#v; he did not pass me by#||x fancy me hurting queue! the fools! [ queue ]
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Renfield In the asylum
#||x what ridiculous nonsense you are talking [ crack ]#||x fancy me hurting queue! the fools! [ queue ]
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@elisethetraveller | continued.
“Miss Leuko,” he repeated, eyes fixed on her, appraising, approving. Panem et circenses... “You talk to me like Dr. Seward does. You humor me. The orderlies rarely do. It is a shame that an institution concerned with healing the mind so often lets it atrophy for want of exercising conversation.”
He had a confidential air, as if he were complaining to a friend, which may have been self-aggrandizing under his current circumstances, or else demeaning to her. However she might like to take it.
“You’re so very sensible. No, you mustn’t take the meal away. I’m only raving. What stock can you put in it? Here, leave the breakfast and I’ll eat it in time,” he lied. “That would be alright, wouldn’t it, Miss Leuko? I say, that is a name I have not heard before. Would you humor me further, just a bit? Tell me from where it originates? Surely not these isles.”
#moved this ancient thread onto a new post rip sorry i'm the slowest replier in the world!!#elisethetraveller#v; i am his gospel#||x fancy me hurting queue! the fools! [ queue ]
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