#dr. palling

[rems-artblog]

Kickies

#artists on tumblr #animation #ocs #baxter and brass #brass #dr. palling

[cuartoretorno]

Kurt Cobain (Nirvana) 1987 - 1994

Grunge Style - Grunge Sound

#Kurt Cobain #post grunge #grunge tumblr #grunge #soft grunge #grunge style #cigarros pall mall #Ron Cartavio #Hot Topic #vans classics #vans old school #Converse #dr martens #cervezas y chicas #cerveza Pilsen #pizzas y musica #Monster Energy #Nirvana

[starsteemer]

winter feathers

#artsteemer #sad that nobody likes Bee on tumblr thats my baby right there. she cant always be palling around with dr. fossil smh #i never intended to make a background with this it just happened wtf #anyways this is Bee mid-transition from summer to winter feathers #oc #dinosaur #nanuqsaur #paleoblr dont kill me for being innacurate. im a cartoonist not a professional dino drawer

[shivasriworld]

#diabetes #type 2 diabetes #sweet danger #dr lalitha #dr lalitha reddy #dr lalitha palle

[dear-science]

#the chainsmokers #drew taggart #alex pall #music #edm #video #instagram #Dr. Fresch #Aazar & Badjokes

[thegoatsongs]

Before I left him I remembered what Jonathan put in his diary of the Professor’s perturbation at reading something in an evening paper at the station at Exeter; so, seeing that Dr. Seward keeps his newspapers, I borrowed the files of “The Westminster Gazette” and “The Pall Mall Gazette,” and took them to my room. I remember how much “The Dailygraph” and “The Whitby Gazette,” of which I had made cuttings, helped us to understand the terrible events at Whitby when Count Dracula landed, so I shall look through the evening papers since then, and perhaps I shall get some new light.

So Mina

Remembered from Jonathan that Van Helsing had read in a newspaper something that shocked him

Realizes she must find the report he read (it was about The Bloofer Lady)

Observes that Jack keeps his newspapers in his office

Tells him to hand over the ones she wants (One of them dated at Lucy's final attack)

Had already cut articles from other papers she had deemed interesting, one containing The Demeter report

Now has acquired (1) Captain's Log (1) Wolf Escape story (1) Bloofer Lady attacks story

Each of those gives insight into Dracula's past crimes, patterns, behaviors, and powers, such as fog powers, invincibility during nighttime, ability to turn into animals ("dog"), ability to control animals (wolf), and how new vampires hunt

This girl is both a journalist and Detective

#dracula daily #dracula #mina harker #jack seward #lucy westenra #re: dracula #mina murray #jonathan harker

[dross-the-fish]

I've been having consistent nightmares lately and since Jekyll/Hyde is a comfort character for me, can you uh...write something about them helping a nightmare ridden anon to sleep...? If not that's completely okay!!!!!

One quick Hyde comfort drabble.

.....

I was reading in the study late one evening when I heard the sound of dragging footsteps and soft dismal sighing issue from the corridor. I cocked my head and lowered my book, hoping the sound would bypass the study and the distressed soul would leave me in peace, for I was not of a mind to be disturbed. I had stolen from Adam his prized book, a battered and worn copy of Milton’s “Paradise Lost” for my perusal while the behemoth was doing his nightly patrol of the grounds. It was not the words of John Milton that intrigued me, but rather the scrawlings in the margins, the crude sketches and the pressed flowers between the pages that told their own story. I desired to know my preternatural companion, the source of my curiosity being his origin and the nature of such a man-made creature as he.

It was of some interest to me, after all, the good or ill nature and capacity of man and those who were man-like. As the footsteps drew closer, I realized my privacy was to be breeched. I stuffed the book into the drawer of the end table beside my armchair and picked up a newspaper, hoping that if I looked engrossed enough in the boxing notes I might escape being directly addressed.

Luck was not with me. My unwelcome company entered the study and elected to seat themselves in the armchair adjacent to mine. I was only able to continue feigning interest in my paper for another moment or two when my curiosity won out and I glanced up to see who had joined me.

It was Anon, looking quite harrowed.

“Hello, Mr. Hyde,” they greeted me meekly.

I gave them a curt nod and an exaggerated rustle of my paper in the hopes that they might take a hint. I would have settled for outright rudeness or even violence but that damnable Dr. Watson had been giving me rather a hard time about my discourteousness. Anon did not speak further, and the quiet was not the boon I had hoped it would be. Silence when one is alone is bliss, silence when one sits in the company of a dismal acquaintance with kicked-puppy eyes is unbearable.

I peered over my unread paper at them and finally asked, “What has you up so late?”

“I had a bad dream.”

“Ah,” I returned to my pretend interest in my paper with redoubled effort.

Horrendous silence. Like a thick, miserable pall. This wasn’t working.

“What was your nightmare about?”

Anon began to confess and I must admit, their sorrow was genuine and the horrors they revealed to be the source of their troubled sleep moved me to pity.

“Hardly sounds like you’re having the fun sort of nightmares, those are…those are quite sad, anon.”

They broke down, weeping with their head in their hands. I held up my paper in front of me as though it might shield me from their misery but when it became apparent that they were not going to stop crying any time soon I finally folded it and put it away.

There was still enough of the good doctor in me to stir me to help when I saw suffering.

It seemed not all of Henry could be killed…

“How long have you had these dreams, Anon?” I asked, standing and reaching out a hairy hand to place on their quaking shoulder. I was hoping to offer some meager display of comfort. I was not prepared for them to leap from the chair and bury their face in my shoulder.

“They won’t stop! No matter what I do they won’t stop!” they sobbed.

I patted them awkwardly wracking my brain for anything that might help them. A disease of the body I could treat, or else confirm that there was no treatment and advise the suffer to get their affairs in order. Wounds of the mind were entirely beyond my ability and my desire to heal and yet…

…they way anon clung and shivered stirred an urge to try.

I lifted my arms, configuring the lanky limbs into something that resembled and embrace. Anon sagged their weight upon me, as though they could no longer hold themselves up and I found my own frame bracing to meet that weight on instinct.

Utterson had wept like this once, as though the foundation that held him upright had been kicked away. Only once, for he was not an emotional man. Henry had been the one to hold him. When a man’s father passes away it is acceptable to weep aloud and be held by a dear friend.

Somewhere deep within me I managed to find some scrap of Henry to draw into my limbs and the embrace became genuine. I remembered how to hold, how to squeeze gently and release and how to speak words of comfort.

“I’m so tired…”

They sounded small and far away. I deposited them back into the armchair, “I have medicine that can help you sleep, and a sofa in my lab. It’s quiet and clean there, perhaps a new environment will facilitate more restful slumber,” I offered.

They sniffled and nodded. I had intended merely to walk ahead and have them follow but they clung to my arm like a child and even I had not the will to snap at them for it.

I was getting soft in my old age. I’d grown two inches since joining this motley band and I was aware of new complexities developing in my person. Perhaps I was reverting back to Henry, or maybe I was becoming my own being. I hadn’t been Henry in so long I sometimes struggled to recall what I was like in his shape. Maybe he really had disappeared and Edward Hyde was becoming his own unique mix of good and evil.

Did it even matter? I would never look into a mirror and see Henry Jekyll again for I knew the moment I did he would try to finish what he started.

Anon must have noticed my sudden lapse into contemplation because I felt them squeeze my arm.

“Is everything alright?”

“Aye, it’s no concern of yours,” I replied gruffly.

They frowned but had the sense not to press me. I was grateful for that. Once we arrived at my lab I settled them onto the sofa and prepared a small herbal tea. The concoction was bitter but effective in inducing sleep. Taking note of Anon’s wan face I decided that perhaps a spoonful of honey wouldn’t hurt. They were already plagued by nightmares, at least their medicine should taste pleasant.

I returned to their side and bade them drink it, giving a nod of satisfaction when they presented back to me the empty cup. As I turned to leave, they caught my sleeve.

“Please stay? Stay until I’m sleeping?”

My impulse was to be truculent and offer to put them to sleep by bashing them in the head. But I’d already taken pains to help them, it would not do to waste my own work. I pulled my chair from my desk and slid it by the sofa, seating myself beside my patient. Before long, their lids began to droop and they drifted off to sleep. Absently I ran a hand over their slumbering head, suddenly finding that I was no longer in such a hurry to leave them.

The quiet between the two of us had turned inexplicably comfortable.

#Edward Hyde #Drabbles for anon

[finleyforevermore]

HELP DELILAH!!!

About me!

First picture/profile picture/avatar made with this!

Second picture/drawing made by my wonderful friend Korey (@rainpalm)! Great artist and even greater friend, please check their stuff out! :D

Third picture/picrew by @/potato-lord-but-not!

IF A HOSTILE/OFFENSIVE ANON CALLS ME THEIR FRIEND, I AM NOT!!!! IF AN ANON SENDS SELF-HARM PICTURES AND TAGS ME IN THE ASK, THAT IS NOT ME!!!!!

More under the cut, friends! Please be sure to peruse through all of the important links! Thank you! :)

Name: Finley, but you can call me Finn or Fin, too! Stick to one, use 'em all, I don't mind either way!

Birthday: January 8th!

♑ (Capricorn): The Ambitious Nature

Age: Minor

Current obsession(s): Off Book: The Improvised Musical

Other interests: Animation, voice acting, musicals

MBTI: INFJ-T

Gender/Orientation: Cis male, sex-repulsed asexual

Musical genres I like: Musicals, Classical, Orchestral, Jazz, Lo-fi, Ambient, I dabble in rock sometimes 😅

Pronouns: He/him/his

Quote(s) that describe(s) my life:

"And all I really want is some justice! Ahhh!" - "All I Really Want" by Alanis Morrisette, from the album "Jagged Little Pill"

"I've earned the right to selfishly be all for one and one for me." - "Loser Geek Whatever" from "Be More Chill"

Favorite colors: Green and blue.

Favorite Book(s): "Good Dog" by Dan Gemeinhart, "Thanks a Lot, Universe" by Chad Lucas, "Ghost Boys" by Jewell Parker Rhodes, "Long Way Down" by Jason Reynolds.

Favorite Season: Fall/Autumn

Favorite musical(s): Wicked, Come From Away, Hadestown

Favorite film: Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse

Favorite shows: Infinity Train, Bluey, Hilda

DNI:

Homophobic

Xenophobic

Racis

TERFS

Radfems

Anti-abortion

Antisemites

Anti-furries

Anti-therians

Zoophiles

Wilbur Soot defenders/supporters/fans

TERFS

You ship incest, pedophilia, real people, etc.

Anti-BLM/All Lives Matter

Porn bot

Do not stand with Palestine

MAP/NOMAP

Pro-facist

Sexist

Ableist

Islamophobes

✨ INTRODUCING MY INCREDIBLE TUMBLR FAMILY✨:

My virtual moms: Moony (@swapmoony1) and Circus (@circusislife)

My virtual dad: Emu (@i-may-be-an-emu)

My virtual siblings: Zeep (@ziipzeepzop-eez, older sister), Sydney (@that-f-cked-up-bitch, older sibling), Links (@linksarehere, probably older sibling), Gabi (@splendidred05, super cool older sibling), James (@wantmeifyouwantme, super cool older sibling), Cosmo (@p-3-t-r-1-ch-0-r, super cool brother), KitKat (@kittykittyanon, little sibling), Isa (@isasan347, older sibling), Amor (@amorvincitomnia-14, older sister), and Ryan (@the-genderfluid-kony, younger sibling)

My virtual older cousin and resident moth-raccoon friend: Cal (@treasure-goblin)!

My platonic partner: Katnip (@fingerfuck-the-function)!

My other virtual partner(?): Benjamin (@benjaminbadger)!

My Finn Twins/Name Buddies: @finleycannotdraw, @dr-finn, @newsiesreference, @lordcatwich, @alittlemonster, @just-a-honey-badger, @finnslay, @finnlers, @go-banananas, @dobry-slimak, @eddiethebanished, @heartofaspen, @pougelifeornolife, @finntheehumaneater, @urfavvfinn, @shortgaything, @loveliketheocean, @f1inl3ey, @strange0-0storm, @vicariousscrolling, and @zomb13fucker! :)

My Synesthesia Siblings!: Eve (@reptiles-of-the-mind), Vixen (@/p-3-t-r-1-ch-0-r), Randy (@the-newjack), Ali (@deadboywalking227), and MB (@i-am-befuddled)

✨MARVELOUS MUSEUM OF MISCELLANEOUS MUTUALS✨:

Mischa (@/that-f-cked-up-bitch), Ryan (@/the-genderfluid-kony), Joey (@m1sf0rtune-gb), Spike (@thatonesalmonlingnamedspike), Ladybug (@le-velo-pour-dru), MB (@/i-am-befuddled), Natalia (@nats-comet), Ryokyu (@luminethefoxincabin13-ts), Nik (@niknak-paddywack), and myself are all January Buddies!

Bella (@luckynature) is the Ricky Potts to my Jane Doe! :)

Midas (@malacheezyy) is the Jake to my Finn! :)

Other stuff!:

Pall Weople and Hurricane Family enthusiast!

I have chromesthesia!

If my profile pic wasn't any indicator, I wear glasses!

I play the violin and sometimes the piano!

I give off platypus vibes according to my friends!

11 of my friends have called me a "ray of sunshine" so I guess it must be true XD

I like boots more than shoes.

I saw Wicked on 10/5/22!!! 💚💚💚

#about me #bio #pinned post #intro post #intro #bio post

[sh00kspeared]

SilverV Week

Hey @silverv-week , I’ve been excited for silverv weekend for a while and have something to share! I really wanted to write something based on the prompts but didn’t get to it since I was hyper focused on a different project in which I’m translating Cyberpunk into Elizabethan/Shakespearean English (to the best of my abilities; I love Shakespeare but am not a scholar or anything).

Warning, this isn't overly polished and is still kinda only partially edited, so it's likely that not all of the phrases sound fully Elizabethan. I rewrote part of Johnny and V’s conversation in the Tower ending (with a few more outward declarations of love so that it would constitute as SilverV), so here there be spoilers!

Johnny: I am fain to see fair Night ere my skyward leave— marry, she is a fair nunnery.

V: I needs say farewell. Pray you, open the door?

Weiss: Be not afeared— eternity is a foreign word and thy leave shall be short.

V: I am not a man who casts lots. [aside to Weiss] Pray you, open the door.

(the cart door opens)

Johnny: Lo, ‘tis fair Night, slumbering at thy feet. Marry, she is smaller than she once was— or thou hast grown.

V: Thy ruse is disquieting. I am undeserving of much, but above all, I am undeserving of thy love.

Johnny: Thou knowest I’m an ever fixéd man— My ruse will thus remain so steadfast as An anchor’d barque by golden-dusted shores. As thou hast slavéd as a watchman’s dog I pray thee, wear thy pride upon thy brow A diadem of triumph o’er Thanatos.

V: Dost thou yet love me? Thy bidding is crushed by mine own hand.

Johnny: Aye– With thee I spake beside the quarry– thus Our peace was sown for evermore and naught Of all my promises hath changéd since. Once I dreamt of mirthful things which hath Been cloven since; and yet, above all else, Th’ dreams I held for those I loved Were crumbl’d more than aught else I held dear. My bidding is to lend my soul this rest, Or else to stay with thee till we needs part, For I am fill’d with mirth that thou wast this: He who remainest my life’s final friend.

V: May I still call thee friend when thou art slain by mine own hand? O, that I weren’t a murderer!

Johnny: Aye, V– in sooth, thou art my dearest friend, And such that ‘murd’rer’ is a foreign word. Our tales end ever seal’d in a stroud, With caskets graven with my name or thine. I forthwith choose the stroud which bears my name, For verily thy body is thine own.

V: I am loathe to see thee die.

Johnny: I know thy heart— ‘tis for thine own good.

V: I ponder a world where we are strangers.

Johnny: On my word, the rapier would have pierced thy brain and turned thee into a grave man. And, hadst thou survived the foil, thou would have been an even graver man sans my counseling.

V: There is yet sooth in a jest– thou art my savior.

Johnny: The Relic was thine anchor, but valor and will was thy true saviour. Our journey was most star-alignéd.

V: Thy reserve is unbefitting of our circumstance.

Johnny: Once I didst hide my weapon in th’ cheverel sheath of Hades– I am an adept of death.

V: Put aside thy jests.

Johnny: ‘twas e’ery day I felt death pressed to my back– insomuch that I spent my days entrapped in a dance with it. But, sooth– ne’er have I felt such peace than I do now.

V: I have brushed fingers with th’ broad welkin as well. ‘Tis a gast thing.

Johnny: I am afeared for thee— as I am a gravéd man, eyes palled cannot see thee, nor can they see the world. But, sooth— I would be ever more gasted wert thou to be palled in place of me.

Dr. Lorenzo: you are afeared. I will give you this elixir— you must be well-brainéd ere the Relic is removed.

Johnny: all so soon asleep, lambkin.

V: all so soon…

Johnny: give me thine oath, sweeting.

V: were mine ears with cotton stuff’d, still would I swear upon the holy writ with both hands.

Johnny: Thus, lend thyself this mercy: Find thee bliss, Water fresh, and ale gold, and vales green. Sheathe thy rapier, fill thy hands with softer things, Thy mouth with laughter and thine ears with hymns. But this above all else: be faithful to Thyself as shepherd’s dog, unto thyself So true that one may gaze upon thee and Proclaim, ‘Sure as stars doth glister, thou art V.’

V: Johnny… I…

J: Good night, sweet Vincent, and dream thou so sweetly that thou may never wish to wake. The sun falleth on a mirthful day.

#spot the sex joke challenge because I did write in a sex joke #you can probably guess who delivers it #silvervweek #cyberpunk 2077 #v cyberpunk #johnny silverhand #johnny x male v #male v #writing #shakespeare #fanfiction #cyberpunk spoilers #phantom liberty #phantom liberty spoilers

[cuartoretorno]

Melissa Joan Hart y Britney Spears 1999

Sabrina the Teenage Witch (1996 - 2003)

#Melissa Joan Hart #Sabrina the Teenage Witch #Britney Spears #90s supermodels #años 90 #90s aesthetic #90s fashion #cigarros pall mall #ron cartavio #hot topic #vans off the wall #vans old school #dr martens #cervezas y chicas #cerveza pilsen #pizzas y musica #monster energy

[soundlessdragon]

Having an informational meeting with the pallative care Dr and NICU Dr from our hospital today about our baby girl. Please pray that we ask the right questions and learn everything we need to, and that we keep courage.

#baby girl #she is 21 weeks but very small. also praying she reachess full term and/or catches up on her growth because her size is against her rightno #prayer request

[shivasriworld]

#sweet danger #dr lalitha #dr lalitha reddy #dr lalitha palle #diabetes #sugar #blood sugar levels

[thatswhatsushesaid]

If the rest of the plot were not plotting so much, how do you think JGY would’ve viewed JL making tentative friends with the rest of the multi clan duckling contingent?

on the whole i think this is something jgy would initially be very pleased to see, since i don't vibe at all with interpretations of their relationship that assert jgy was intentionally trying to isolate jin ling from peers his own age. i don't think the text shows any support for it, for one thing, and for another it does not make logical sense for the heir to their sect to lack meaningful connections with other sects as he matures into adulthood. but i'll shelve that thought for now since i don't think it's that relevant, and i do have some other more complicated thoughts about jgy's opinions wrt the lan boys and oyz (ozz? i'm not actually sure what ouyang zizhen's shorthand is, oops).

here's the complicating factor for jin ling, and i think in a scenario in which jin rusong also survives to adolescence, the complications compound themselves: jin ling is a child, but he is also a sect leader's heir, and as he matures, i think jgy would naturally have to step in to provide some (gentle, but nevertheless firm) guidance around how jin ling chooses to interact with the young masters of other sects. like i don't think this is something unique to jgy either, given how we see his generation of sect leaders (e.g., lxc and jc specifically) conduct themselves with their peers. (nb: i'm including the xiyao dynamic in this, too, because while it's clear in the text that their relationship is set apart from the relationships they have with other people, they are still sect leaders, and their respective sects have to be prioritized ahead of their personal relationships.) if jrs is still in the picture, i think jgy also has to balance how much attention jl is encouraged to pay to peers outside of the family, and how much attention he pays to the cousin who is, for all intents and purposes, raised almost as his younger brother. (that is my interpretation of this scenario fwiw.)

i didn't even touch on how jc's opinion of these friendships would factor into matters, because unlike with jrs, jgy does have to consider the optics of jl potentially palling around with the young masters of a clan that jl's maternal uncle has beef with lol. but i don't think that would be enough for him to discourage or put a stop to it, because he's the one holding the majority of the cards when it comes to retaining custody of jl.

tl;dr basically i think jgy would be very happy to see jin ling befriending other young cultivators in his peer group--especially the Lans!--but because of their positions in society, and because he has to balance the guidance he provides to jl against the guidance he provides to jrs, the political is forever married to the personal. can't have one without the other.

#asks answered #xiao shushu rights 🤝 #jin guangyao #jin ling #mdzs meta

[samanthahirr]

007 Fest - Felix Friday Cocktail

The Jamaica Contact with a Side of Danger

1 1/4 oz lightly aged Jamaican rum 2 oz crème de banane  1/2 oz lime juice 1/2 oz demerara syrup + 1 oz Jamaican overproof rum, served separately

Combine the first 4 ingredients with ice in a rocks glass. Serve with a shot of overproof rum on the side, to be poured in to taste.

The original film version of Felix Leiter, as introduced in the movie Dr. No, blends in while undercover by imbibing the local beverages. This simple and well-balanced cocktail features a smooth blended Jamaican rum (I recommend Appleton Signature Blend for delicious caramel notes) balanced with a quality crème de banane and fresh lime juice. Amp up the complexity with a demerara sugar syrup, and you have a handsome 4-ingredient taste of the tropics that’s fine on its own…but it’s better with a side of danger!

The Jamaican classic overproof white rum by Wray & Nephew (126 proof) brings a bright, grassy freshness to the drink…and packs one hell of a punch! Float as much or as little of the overproof rum shot atop the cocktail as you like, but be sure to keep your wits about you; you can’t afford to get so soused you miss your contact!

Note: Not all banana liqueurs are created equal, and this drink really exposes the quality of its ingredients. The pall of cloying, artificial ‘banana flavoring’ from a cheap label will murder this drink, and not in a sexy Bond Girl way (more like an eaten by sharks way). Your best selections for naturally made banana liqueurs are Giffards’ Banane du Brésil or Tempus Fugit’s Crème de Banane. 

#007 fest 2023 #007 fest #teamqbranch #cocktail recipes #felix friday #MI6CafeRecipes #james bond #007 #felix leiter #jack lord

[brightoakgame]

Irregular Monday Update, Edition 12

Hello! It's been a hot minute since my last proper update; as a gratitude for your ongoing patience and support, here's a Very Special (possibly strawberry flavored?) Treat, wholly and entirely courtesy of @herotome, who was working on Dr. Lee's blink animation the other night:

(apparently his muted attire palls after staring at him for a certain length of time... can't deny that pink becomes the man, tho) (Jasper here is the ultimate Barbenheimer fr fr)

Now, for the current progress:

If you missed it, Bright Oak's demo is out on Itch now! Thank you thank you thank you to everyone who has taken the time to play it, and extra special thanks to those who've rated the game on Itch and/or recommended it to friends and/or reblogged posts-- every little bit helps in a big big big way!

I am currently in the process of proving I am who I claim to be on Steam, and as soon as my identity is conclusive in their eyes, the demo will post there, as well;

The blinks are back! Only Sparrow and Jasper remaining;

The nights are now darker and starry-er than they were;

Confirmed the first sketch for Sparrow's CG with @remnantation, and (long, drawn out whistle). I'm gonna wait until it's a little further along before sharing the promised sneak peek, but trust me, you won't regret it!

Adding some additional choices to the early second act (for Reasons);

Working on some of the background sketches for Act II (with a current eye to the interior and exterior of a certain sheriff's battered pickup truck):

(if you want to know: it's a 1960 Ford F-100 in Academy Blue, with a tan interior)

Next on the docket:

Continuing my ongoing tango routine with Steam;

Backgrounds (SOMEDAY THEY WILL ALL BE DONE AND THEN I WILL NOT KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF);

Get the new choice options written and programmed;

Work on my trades so that someday, everyone blinks and all is beautiful;

Begin programming expressions, sound, and music cues for the next act!

I hope you are all well and healthy, and I'll be back with further updates soon!

B.

#bright oak #monday updates #visual novel #interactive fiction #oelvn #dr jasper lee #backgrounds etc etc etc #pink #barbenheimer

[lavinaigrette]

One year after the death of Count Dracula, Jonathan and Mina Harker, having successfully built a life together, eagerly prepare for the birth of their first child. But when a series of unexplained deaths and prophetic visions drag them back into the world of the supernatural, the Harkers must confront the fact that moving on is easier said than done.

Meanwhile, an inheritance scandal involving a group of London's most celebrated families leads Lord Godalming to question what he truly wants out of life and forces Dr. Seward to face the mistakes—and ghosts—of his past.

For England is a haunted country and some monsters cannot be killed.

Chapter Index

*Will be updated as chapters are posted.

Part I. September–November

Chapter 1: Foreword

Chapter 2: The Pall Mall Gazette

Chapter 3: Jonathan Harker's Journal

Chapter 4: Western Morning News

#dracula #dracula daily #the prophetess of bethnal green #my writing