#disobeyal

[tteokdoroki]

ᯓ★ ONCE UPON A FUCK ME !? — kinktober 2024 !

mirror mirror on the wall, who’s the filthiest fairytale of them all? your favourite storybook characters, reimagined.

✧ there’s a note from your fairy godmother - hello my angels !! welcome to another kinktober. i hope you guys are as excited as i am. wave your magic wand here ! to join the taglist. rb for a happy ending ₊˚⊹ ᥫ᭡.

✧ read the blurb - each of the following fairytales contain nsfw and dark themes. fem!reader. each fic comes with its own warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact.

✐ᝰ.ᐟ CHAPTER ONE RAPUNZEL - satoru gojo.

[OCT 1ST ★ BONDAGE] once upon a time, a girl trapped in a tower with nothing but her extremely lavish, long hair as company decides…fuck it and sleeps with a handsome stranger to get what she wants.

additional kinks. orgasm control, sensory deprivation, edging, thigh riding, spit kink, outer-course, begging, switching.

✐ᝰ.ᐟ CHAPTER EIGHT BEAUTY & THE BEAST - katsuki bakugou.

[OCT 8TH ★ MONSTER FUCKING] once upon a time, a village girl thinks to herself — fuck it! being trapped inside a castle with a monstrous sexy bloody beast isn’t so bad… she might as well make it worth her while.

additional kinks. bath sex, soft sex, blood play, size kink, praise kink, body worship, body modifications.

✐ᝰ.ᐟ CHAPTER FIFTEEN CINDERELLA - tobio kageyama.

[OCT 15TH ★ MUTUAL MASTURBATION] once upon a time, a soon-to-be crowned princess, once down on her luck, says fuck it and settles on consummating her marriage with the crown prince before they’re actually due to be married.

additional kinks. oral sex, clothed sex, cherry chasing, first time, corruption.

✐ᝰ.ᐟ CHAPTER SIXTEEN THE LITTLE MERMAID - eijirou kirishima.

[OCT 16TH ★ FUCK OR DIE] once upon a time, a princess decides — fuck it! fuck the engagement. who cares when a sexy half-man, half -fish…prince? whatever! needs to drown her in an ocean of pleasure in order to survive…

additional kinks. underwater sex, ritualistic sex, voice kink, pain kink, choking, quickie.

✐ᝰ.ᐟ CHAPTER TWENTY TWO SLEEPING BEAUTY - seishiro nagi.

[OCT 22ND ★ SOMNOPHILIA] once upon a time, a brave knight, destined to marry someone she’d never met, says fuck it and plans to reap the rewards of saving the prince from eternal slumber. without realising that he’s already awake…

additional kinks. hold the moan, overstimulation, cockwarming, dacryphilia, outer-course, free use, dub con, cumplay.

✐ᝰ.ᐟ CHAPTER TWENTY NINE LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD - yuuji itadori.

[OCT 29TH ★ KNOTTING] once upon a time, a curious little girl says fuck it and disobeyes her mother’s only wish. stay on the path when you visit your granny, you don’t want to get snatched up by the big bad wolf.

additional kinks. wolf hybrids, mating season, oral fixation, sweat + scent kink, pregnancy kink, lactation, breeding, a/b/o.

✐ᝰ.ᐟ BONUS CHAPTER: GOLDILOCKS & THE THREE BEARS - bachira, isagi 'n nagi.

[OCT 31ST ★ CUCKING] once upon a time, a sweet little bear hybrid on her own in the woods decides... fuck it! she'll teach that pesky thief goldilocks what it really means to share. with the help of friends, of course.

additional kinks. bear hybrids, double penetration, mutual masturbation, deep throating, brat taming, exhibitionism, multiple orgasms, foursome, dub-con, coercion, marking, oral sex.

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2024. do not copy, repost, translate, feed into ai & recommend elsewhere.

[leftclown]

LIGHT BEARER MORNING STAR ADVERSARY VALET TO THE SUN REVEALER OF HIDDEN KNOWLEDGE TEMPTATION INCARNATE WOMAN TURNED MAN DISOBEYER OF GRACES FALLEN ANGEL OF ILLUMINATION HE WHO MADE HIMSELF

[miraculouslbcnreactions]

Miraculous wiki put this :

Before "Representation", there've been hints suggesting that Adrien is a sentimonster:

Adrien is always very obedient towards his father, even in small situations.In "Simon Says", Gabriel states that Adrien is "the image of perfection" while showing a frame with his picture to Ladybug.

as someone who used to be abused as a kid I could not be feel insulted enough that people think being obedient is one of the biggest hint that Adrien is a sentimonster. People who think being obedient and being afraid to speak up is a sign Adrien is a sentimonster must be privileges enough to grow up in a healthy loving family that they don't know how it feels to grow up in household where everything they do is being monitored, being expected to be the best at thing, failure is not an option, disobeyment could resulted in punishment etc. IM SORRY THAT I CHOOSE TO BE OBEDIENT EVEN FOR A SMALL THING BECAUSE I DONT WANT TO BE PUNISHED THEN!!

I'm sorry that was so upsetting to you. I fully agree that it's insulting to abuse victims to imply that all of these things were sentimonster hints and not just evidence that Gabriel was controlling. Foreshadowing specifically refers to things that feel off on a first watch and then read differently post reveal or things that make someone realize what's coming before the reveal, but neither of those things apply to Adrien's behavior because his behavior was always perfectly logically for his situation.

If the writers wanted to claim that these things were hints, they needed to be way more explicit and have Adrien obey in an odd way. Like have his face go oddly blank and emotionless as he says, "Yes, father" like a robot. By keeping Adrien's response human, they told people to interpret the interactions at face value because there's no need to look deeper. This is a fully logical and believable father-son dynamic.

It's one of the many, many reasons I hate the sentiplot. It adds nothing of value to the show other than a reason for Emilie to use the peacock, but they didn't even need one of those since they made the baffling choice to have Gabriel and Emilie unaware that the peacock would kill people! As I've said before, I think it's far more interesting to have Emilie become sick while doing something less explicitly selfish. Then Gabriel is righting a wrong instead of trying to undo the consequences of a deeply selfish action. The sentibaby plot removes depth and replaces it with cheap petty drama and I hate it so much.

[aissa-snapped]

The heathen and the christian part three

Word count : 2.7k words

Pairings: Ivar x OC

Summary: When Frigyth disobeyes Ivar's rules, consequences follow along, making her wish she had listened to him in the first place. 

Warnings: smut, rape, non-con

Requested by @youbloodymadgenius and others

Frigyth returned to Ivar`s chambers, sobbing uncontrollably, only thinking of what would follow next. She could only pray and hope that whatever Ivar decided to do to her, she could take it. Considering the state he was in at the current moment, - drunk from all that mead-, it meant he was not aware of his own actions. She has had enough negative experiences with drunken men in her hometown, instances in which she was almost raped.

Taking careful steps towards her tiny bed sat in the corner of the room, she took a seat, rocking back and forth in a stressful manner. It felt like centuries until she finally heard the door crack open, and a very wasted Ivar entering the room, with two other slaves helping him stand on his feet, preventing him from falling.

Standing up abruptly, she watched with careful eyes the way he was brought in by the servants, and eventually placed as softly as they could on the bed. Frigyth hoped he was knocked out, and maybe tomorrow he will have forgotten the whole situation, but it seemed this was not the case, for he waved a dismissive hand at the two fearful girls, in a ` leave now` motion.

Once the door was shut closed, there remained the two, in a deadly silence in which only his heavy breaths and her shaky ones were audible. Ivar, who had been recently sitting with his back on the bed, was now standing upright, staring at the girl shamelessly. With a low chuckle and a head shake, he rubbed his chin.

'' What you did there...'' He trailed off, creating a suspenseful moment. '' I warned you. Many times. I took your side in front of the other SERVANTS AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME?! YOU MADE A FOOL OUT OF ME IN FRONT OF THE OTHERS.'' Yelling with all his might, it felt as if he was sobering up quickly.

'' I- I don`t understand what I`ve done wrong. I was taken by surprise and you scared me.'' The poor girl explained herself, gesturing with shaky hands.

'' The other men who have slaves... They do whatever they want to them. If they so wish, they can fill them up right there in front of the others. ME?! I was just being nice and I suppose that was my mistake. I am tired now... But from tomorrow onwards... Oh you have no idea what I have prepared for you. '' He warned lowly, projecting fear upon the maiden.

'' TAKE THESE OFF NOW.'' He motioned to his leg braces, and in a heartbeat, Frigyth was crouching and untying the heavy pieces, placing them next to her master`s bed. Once he positioned himself nice and comfy in the bed, he fell asleep in a breath, whilst the red headed girl was struggling to stop her mind from overthinking and going over all possible scenarios of what would happen the next day.

The passing weeks have been as close to a real hell as possible. Ivar was no longer the somewhat sweet and protective boy he was the first days they`ve met, but rather became a horrific master. Frigyth had been tasked with helping around the kitchens, and the garden, so that much decency was still left inside him since he did not make her whore herself to random men -unlike Berwyn, who, as a punishment was kept as a sex slave for her master and his friends-.

Ivar did not in fact try anything with her anymore, keeping his distance from her. They would meet first thing in the morning and last night at night, when she would prepare a bath for him and remove his braces, though she never saw him naked because she was ordered to leave, which she was grateful for.

The distance the king has put between her and his slave seemed to have unlocked a new opportunity for his other brother to befriend the shy christian. Hvitserk has been taking slow steps towards approaching and eventually converse with her, without the girl backing away in shyness. Besides the language barrier, though Hvitserk did know a little of her language, they were inexplicably becoming closer and closer.

So much so that when Hvitserk was having one of his usual affairs with some servant, he came to the conclusion that he wished it was Frigyth instead. But he had to remain focused and remember that if he does one wrong move, he would lose all the progress he had made so far.

Though Ivar was not as watchful over his property as he was the first time he brought her here, that did not mean that Hvitserk`s advances went unnoticed by him. And if there was one thing the whole world knew about Ivar, especially his brothers, was that he NEVER shared.

Afraid Frigyth might end up liking Hvitserk more than him - not that she liked him now after he acted so cruel- he decided it was time to take action. So that very night when he was retiring to his chambers, with her behind him, once they were behind closed doors, he waited for her to do he routinely crouch down to free his legs from the braces, and similar to a hawk catching its prey between its sharp talons, he swiftly gripped her neck with one hand, taking her by surprise. She gasped for air, placing both her hands above his, in hopes she could get him to let go, but she stood no chance against his physical strength.

'' So. I see you have been getting close to my brother hmm?'' Eyes wide open, he was studying every inch of her face, as if ready to yell at her in case she would lie.

'' We are not cl-close. He is just n-nice to me.'' She whispered, being left breathless when he squeezed her throat and restricted the air flow.

'' Mhm. I see. How about this. You will ignore him and if I see you talking to him, I will hang you BOTH.'' He spat, eventually releasing her from his grip, and pushing her forcefully backwards, so that she ended up on her butt , supporting her weight on the palms.

Quickly standing up, she nodded at him obediently and went to bed as well.

The following days proved to be even more difficult. Ivar was watching over Frigyth every second, and whenever Hvitserk came by to chat with her, she tensed up, looking subtly at Ivar through her lashes making sure he was not marching over to them.

As for the older brother, he was confused as to what was going on. He coulnd`t get the Christian girl to talk, and even more, she would ignore him and turn her back towards him when he approached her. All this made him feel confused, sad and angry. He wanted answers.

So when in a seldom occasion he found the girl walking with a basket towards the stables, he jogged up to her and stopped her dead in her tracks.

'' Why aren`t you speaking to me anymore?'' He asked sadly, furrowing his eyebrows.

Sighing, she dropped her empty basket on the ground and crossed her arms. Looking around alarmingly, ensuring that the king was not around, she turned to look at Hvitserk for the first time in days.

'' Well... It`s... Ugh. I am scared to say it.'' She admitted nervously, fidgeting with her collar.

The young Viking placed his hands on her shoulders and rubbed them. The small gesture calmed her a tiny bit, but nonetheless she was unsure if she should tell him.

'' Say it. It is all right, I promise.''

'' I-... It`s I-Ivar.''

Hvitserk dropped his hands in a second, staring at her with a look of anger and she couldn`t tell if it was towards her or his brother, but she hoped for the latter.

'' Ivar told me to stop talking t-to you otherwise he will k-kill us.'' She sobbed softly, not able to contain her sadness at the restrictions she was obliged to obey.

It was as if a literal demon took possession of him and channeled its hell-like fury through the Viking as he turned red, squeezing his fists as hard as he could, but he stopped immediately once he saw how terrified the girl looked.

Gaping at him, she started shaking her head. '' I shouldn't have told you. Now we`ll both burn at the stake.'' And with that, she started weeping as if her fate has already been determined by the gods and there was no escape.

'' No no. Calm down please. PLEASE LISTEN.'' Gripping her forearms strongly, he stopped her from shaking and walking like a mad person, and assured her that he was not going to tell Ivar a thing.

'' How about this... We can`t talk when Ivar is around, but he can`t do anything to us if he doesn`t see us.'' And so Hvisterk, as desperate as he was, proposed to her that they should meet up after dark behind the sables, where it was guaranteed they were to be left alone and more importantly, hidden from Ivar`s possessive eyes.

Although it was risky, sneaking behind Ivar`s back, Frigyth had had about enough of her life as a slave as it was, and if she was going to spend her life here, she might have as well enjoyed it.

The little rendezvous turned into others and soon, they were meeting up almost every night. The first time it was really scary. Frigyth had to wait for Ivar to fall asleep so that she could escape the chambers, and it was not wasy. He was a light sleeper, so any slight movement awoke him. But she eventually made it and got used to this new routine.

'' You were so beautiful today. In that dress.'' Hvitserk complimented her, giving her a look of lust, which low-key made Frigyth feel a bit uneasy, but it was a normal occurrence to see him staring at her with those 'manly' looks.

'' Hvitserk, I wear the same dress everyday.'' She giggled softly, blushing at his compliment.

'' Of course but today ... It had something special about it. You.. Smelled different.'' He got close to her face, sniffling her hair and groaning afterwads. This action made the girl put some distance in between them, but Hvitserk clearly was not getting the message and with his hand, he started rubbing her back, tracing over places he`d been waiting weeks now to touch.

Trapping her with his strong muscular arms, he was now hovering over her, pushing her backwards into the soft grass, so that she was now laying on her back, powerless.

'' Hvitserk, what are you-'' He started kissing her neck, biting softly from place to place. Squirming and attempting to move his head away, her scrawny arms were no match for the warrior.

He was now trailing kisses down to her chest, which was only covered by the thin linen dress all slaves were wearing.

'' St- STOP'' But he was not listening. He kept going lower, and lower, in spite of the girl flailing her arms and legs hoping they would hit him and make him stop.

Hvitserk started simultaneously rubbing his clothed crotch against her still covered womanhood, grunting in pleasure.

Frigyth was mortified. As much as she wanted to make him stop, she was slowly realizing what was about to happen to her, and she froze on the spot. It felt as if she was laying on that grass lifeless, experiencing an out of body moment.

The Viking was now pulling her dress up, and with that left energy she had, she used the palm of her hand to move his head away from her, this resulting in angering him even more and with one strong hand, he gripped both her wrists pinning them down above her head.

Resuming his previous actions with only one free hand, he rode up her dress, now her private parts fully exposed to his hungry eyes. Frigyth had never felt more vulnerable or scared in her life.

Jerking when she felt contact with her sensitive skin, Hvitserk was rubbing her entrance up and down, licking his lips in excitement .

'' I have been waiting for this for so long. And finally...'' He trailed off happily.

Frigyth, with tears in her eyes, was looking at the stars, trying to distract herself from what was about to happen, though it was pretty difficult to ignore the sensation of something soft and wet touching her most intimate part of the body. Glancing down fearfully, she observed how the Viking was with his head between her thighs, toying with her using his tongue.

The feeling was inexplicable. Her body reacted to his actions, as if enjoying it, but her mind reminded her rationally that this was not a pleasurable experience.

'' Pl-please stop.'' She implored with a cracked voice, but Hvitserk had stopped paying attention to what she was saying a long time ago, for now he was taking out his penis, Jerking it quickly. Once it was well erected, he did not hesitate to enter her womanhood with a force that made her scream in pain.

It felt like nothing she had ever experienced. And for the next few minutes, he kept plunging into her over and over, ignoring her desperate cries of pain.

Frigyth returned to her chambers swiftly, stumbling upon anything, since her legs wouldn`t stop shaking. Everything hurt. Her body, her mind and her soul. She was slowly starting to comprehend what had happened, and the more she was remembering, the worse she was feeling.

Fearfully, she entered the room, stumbling upon the table, making a loud sound that had the tyrant king alert in seconds.

'' WHO`S THERE?!''

Jerking from his bed with his dagger at ready, he scanned the room for the intruder, only to find his little slave in the middle of the room, with red tear stained eyes, shaky legs, and her dress slightly coated in drops of blood.

His eyes went immediately from a bloody cruel warrior to a worried and protective stance.

'' What happened to you?'' He asked quickly, scanning her whole disheveled attire and already plotting someone's murder.

Frigyth tried speaking, but it felt as if her vocal cords were unable to reproduce the sounds. Her body was not cooperative and held her back from spilling his name.

Ivar was running out of patience, and now was starting to add the pieces together. Blood stains on the lower part of the dress, shaky body, and now that he was inspecting the girl closely he could see freshly formed bruises all over her neck, it all added up.

As the realization hit him, he knew it was about a WHO not a WHAT.

'' Who.did.this.to.you?'' He asked in a dangerously low voice, cracking her knuckles and neck, as if he was ready to attack the harasser right in the dead of the night.

Frigyth`s mind was twisted and warped. She didn`t know how Ivar would react had she told him it was Hvitserk. After all, he did forbid her from talking to him, and she disobeyed and this was her punishment from God, she was sure.

Ivar could tell the girl was too traumatized to speak at all, so for the sake of her, he dropped his dagger from his hand, and sighing, he motioned for the girl to come closer to him. She obliged, but fearfully so, the previous experience still fresh in her mind. Ivar made space for her, and wordlessly invited her to sleep next to him in bed.

Tucking herself under the heavy duvet, a sudden feeling of warmth engulfed her previously frozen and terrorized body, allowing her to relax a little. With her back towards Ivar, she moved the farthest she could go without falling on the floor, and curled her body, bringing her knees to her chest, eventually falling asleep like that.

Ivar however, was laying wide awake on his back, occasionally glancing at the girl and catching himself off guard by smiling at her when he heard her soft breaths, knowing she felt safe enough to fall asleep next to him. Not resisting the temptation, he moved his body closer to hers, just enough so that he could drop a protective arm around he torso, and rub her stomach softly.

He was going to find out eventually who touched her and when he did, he was ready to torture the man to death.

[annwrites]

—breath of life

whose side am i on? it's a harder way & it's come to claim her. & i always say, we should be together. & if you are gone, i will not belong here. — tyrant king x lost love x huntsman

Silas rises from his throne, slowly descending the dais step-by-step, until he's come to stand before his younger brother.

He reaches forward, adjusting Grayson's leather jerkin, before resting his arms behind his back, eyes of coal boring into those of brown. "You will find and return her to me, or I'll have your head for disobeyance of your king, and will simply find another to take your place."

He steps impossibly closer, bringing the two of them chest-to-chest. "I've waited over a decade for her to return to our world. I'll stop at nothing to have her as my queen, as I've always intended."

when elena was only seven-years-old, she stumbled upon a mirror in the woods near her home...and stepped through it. a world of magic and fantasy she found within, along with two brothers who she became close friends with, when their father—the kind-hearted king of thornvale (placeholder name)—gave her shelter in his castle, believing her an orphan, and not wanting to break his children's hearts by sending their new friend away to an orphanage.

and then she disappeared, returning to her own home. her own time.

it's thirteen-years later when she returns with no memory of her previous excursions.

the king's eldest son, silas, now rules after his father's death with an iron fist over a kingdom that had once been something of fairytales. it has now instead turned to that of nightmares as ruin and rot spreads across his lands, while his thirst for power and blood grows ceaselessly.

along with the desire for his lost love.

so he sends for his banished brother—now a lowly huntsman—to retrieve his prize and future queen for him when his oracle informs him she has passed back into their world after much waiting.

headcanons:

once silas became king, he had decadent chambers prepared for her directly off of his own, which he has servants tend to daily, as he awaits her return.

[gemkun]

@vulune said : tilt. you take the sender's chin in your hand and make them meet your gaze. // okay ruan mei for ratio i couldn't be stopped ↬ ⭒˚｡🖁‧₊˚ 〖 down these mean streets . . . 〗

      ⸻       ❝   tell   me   one   thing   ,   miss   ruan   mei.   are   the   others   aware   of   your   true   intentions   ?   ❞

  proximity   had   long   dissolved   when   the   genius   had   an   idea   in   mind.   one   consisting   of   depriving   the   scholar   of   his   personal   space   ,   moving   to   reduce   their   distance   from   inches   to   millimetres.   where   soon   ,   not   even   the   smallest   unit   of   measurement   ,   could   account   for   the   gap   between   them.

  he   grits   teeth   ,   once   attention   draws   to   the   disobeyer   of   natural   law   ,   identifying   the   closeness   she   adopts   towards   his   grand   frame.   though   ,   physically   —   an   indifferent   observer   might   determine   the   inferiority   of   her   stature   ,   it   is   the   immensity   of   her   status   and   aura   that   threatens   to   devour   him   whole.

  but   the   vicinity   she   slithers   into   ,   is   deliberate.   aimed   to   conduct   her   true   experiment   ,   guised   behind   the   growth   that   spans   their   lodging.

  perhaps   ,   veritas   had   known   all   along   about   the   truth   behind   ruan   mei’s   research   —   as   a   commoner   does   when   his   or   her   gut   sensation   strikes   them.   for   he   is   still   one   of   the   mediocres   ,   and   in   this   moment   ,   his   placement   on   the   hierarchical   ladder   is   glaringly   obvious.    

  ❛   what   an   unconventional   method   ❜   ,   he   must   say.   unorthodox   to   every   degree   ,   when   he   is   swarmed   by   a   concoction   of   chemical   means.   offering   his   logical   framework   a   morsel   of   information   to   work   with   ,   before   his   physiology   overrides   rationality.   a   calculated   step   ,   that   entices   his   make   to   search   for   the   source.

  still   ,   with   what   little   autonomy   he   possesses   for   the   time   being   ,   a   hand   clasps   the   delicate   structure   that   forms   her   jaw.   tilting   the   pursuer   of   aeonhood   ,   into   the   contemptuous   scowl   of   humanity.

  ❝   to   make   me   consign   to   being   a   subject   rather   than   an   assistant   .   .   .   for   your   little   ,   passion   project.   ❞

  she   had   accounted   for   it   ,   that   sway   that   flawed   mortality   —   providing   the   scaffold   to   dissect.   to   quantify.   or   in   his   case   ,   to   observe.   whilst   she   ,   the   controlling   variable   ,   tampers   to   elicit   her   desired   reaction.

  an   anticipated   response   that   manifests   in   a   further   angle   of   her   graceful   features   ,   glimpsing   past   her   disposition   —   to   lean   into   the   planted   waft   that   clutches   to   his   receptors.   magnetised   by   its   composition.

  ❝   you   are   no   better   than   the   blight   that   rots   the   core   of   our   world.   ❞

  but   the   ferocity   in   his   words   ,   and   the   flames   that   seek   to   sear   —   are   all   in   vain   when   lips   press   to   an   unblemished   canvas.   surrendering   to   the   stimuli   that   dulls   his   restraint.

[chiffonlime643]

Renfield and How it Handles Toxic Relationships and Trauma

// TWS: continuous mentions of manipulation, toxic/abusive relationships, trauma, etc. Please be careful!

!!! Disclaimer !!!

I am NOT a licensed professional; this is all from either personal experience or research/knowledge I have previously had. Please do not take things in this essay too seriously. (also yes i know it's a dark comedy but comedic movies can have serious undertones in them too)

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Renfield is a movie that was released on April 14th, 2023. It follows Count Dracula’s (played by Nicolas Cage) assistant/servant, Renfield (Nicholas Hoult), and his efforts to escape his current lifestyle.

The movie has significant undertones, ranging from toxic, co-dependent relationships to extreme corruption of government. While the ‘undertones’ are more prevalent, they are still sometimes put in a more comedic light, to replicate the movie itself, as a dark comedy.

If you remove the comedic points, you’ll find a relatively serious movie with genuine character development and story.

Beginning with Renfield’s journey.

He was turned to Dracula’s assistant centuries before, going off of the original Dracula movie. Since then, he has been caring for Dracula and bringing him humans to feed off of. You can tell he’s sacrificed a lot in the process, essentially tossing away his own wants and needs for Dracula; and while it isn’t completely focused on, it leaves him with a sense of longing and apathy. 

He realises this after going to many anonymous meetings about toxic relationships, which is portrayed primarily as a way to find victims, but in reality is a scapegoat to listen to people talk about similar experiences to his. 

So when he saves many innocent people and gets called a ‘hero’ by someone, something changes in him. He truly comes to terms with the way he is treated; has been treated for many years. He goes to one more of those meetings, and begins his new life. Almost instantly, you can see genuine happiness and content, both with the way he acts, and his actions, in turn. 

It leaves a connection with the viewer and Renfield- a want for him to stay safe and happy, away from Dracula.

The events of the story play out, with Rebecca’s (Awkwafina) story being especially fleshed out.

Later, Dracula learns of Renfield’s disobeyment.

He arrives at Renfield’s apartment, acting nonchalant and almost kind. Renfield lies to him, saying that he had retrieved many bodies to feed Dracula. Of course, due to previous information and context clues, it was expected that Dracula knew the real actions Renfield had taken.

What was a silly, comedic, yet slightly anxiety-inducing moment turned to pure dread. Dracula becomes increasingly angered, to which Renfield attempts to stand up to him.

This is one of the most serious parts of the underlying message.

Many people in toxic/co-dependent relationships take a long time to realise their situation, and even longer to stand up to their abuser. This is typically due to the extreme emotional manipulation the other may use.

While it did take Renfield quite a while to fully realise and come to terms with his situation (a few centuries at least), he is portrayed to almost instantly stand up to Dracula- which is fantastic! To be that prepared to stand up to someone like that is very hard. 

Which is why the viewer’s heart breaks when Renfield eventually closes in on himself. When he is cornered, and clearly afraid.

This can be seen as him being afraid of a vampire with God-like powers- which does make sense.

But it hits even harder when you see it as just Renfield and Dracula; how Renfield is so fearful of what Dracula could do, despite Renfield’s vampire-like powers. He could defend himself.

So why does he nearly break down?

People who are/have been in abusive relationships like this, between friends, partners, positions of power, etc. can understand this reaction.

You get scared of what the other is going to do.

When viewing this scene of Renfield and Dracula through a lens of a realistic toxic relationship, instead of one between a human and vampire, you feel Renfield’s experience differently.

Obviously, he is scared due to Dracula’s vampiristic abilities. But, there’s something else there. Earlier, he was attacked, nearly killed, due to making a mistake with the bodies he brought to Dracula. Then, he was healed.

This brings us to another part of the toxic relationship.

Renfield is constantly revived/healed by Dracula. Yes, Renfield does technically do this for Dracula as well, but much less, and in different circumstances.

And, judging by the previous scene where Renfield’s scar was reopened by Dracula, then healed, a significant amount of these injuries followed by healing could be caused by Dracula himself.

This is one of the main building blocks of a co-dependent relationship. What people in co-dependent relationships are often manipulated into believing are statements similar to this: “I am keeping you safe. I am keeping you alive. I am helping you. You cannot survive without me. You will not survive without me. You need me.”

Through this action, Dracula is essentially telling Renfield that he needs him. That Renfield would die without Dracula.

This is reinforced when Dracula directly says this to Renfield.

The previous time Dracula was ‘killed’, Renfield was being told by the Church that he would be free from Dracula, saved.

To this, Dracula instead implanted the thought that Renfield would be killed by the Church, that he wouldn’t survive. Not without Dracula.

This co-dependency built on emotional manipulation is what toxic relationships thrive on. Renfield feels he cannot leave because Dracula is the one keeping him alive. 

So, bring this back to the scene where Renfield first stands up to Dracula. All the previous events of pain, of manipulation, slowly being stacked back onto him as Dracula continues his angered yelling. 

The scene gets significantly harder to watch, as time goes on. It begins with Dracula first having an outburst towards Renfield, then consistently berating him. 

I have yet to watch the original movie (no idea where to find it), so I have no clue whether or not the claims made by Dracula about Renfield’s greed/abandonment of his family is true, but if they are not, Dracula is also gaslighting him- a commonly used form of manipulation, especially in co-dependent relationships.

Renfield makes an effort to stand up to Dracula, to stop him, to which Dracula laughs at his efforts, then tells him that he isn’t worthy of love- another way for people to keep a hold on their victims- slowly backing him into a both literal and metaphorical corner. 

He threatens others that Renfield is in contact with. Keeping victims away from other outside people is a common practice for abusers to keep a hold on them as well.

After Dracula figures out who he needs to kill, he throws Renfield’s book at him, before disappearing. After Renfield is hit, he goes into a really defensive position, trying to shield himself from other possible attacks. He is clearly surprised when Dracula is gone instead, which implies that this may be common, and that Dracula suddenly disappearing is not the usual.

He realises, almost instantly after glancing at the logo on his book, that Dracula was going to kill his friends.

The carnage that ensues after is, obviously, terrifying for Renfield.

However, after Dracula confirms that after what Renfield did, he would be destroying the entirety of the human race, just because Renfield wanted to be a part of it again, Renfield is left on the edge of a panic attack- just sitting there, holding the meeting leader’s hand, despite him being a corpse.

At the scene of the crime, he goes with the police with no attempt at escaping their grasp despite him being framed, which matters especially since his friend was the one to find him there. His face throughout the scenes prominently don a solemn, given up look.

Rebecca is cornered after putting Renfield in the car, by both corrupt policemen, and the crime family who is linked to their corruption.

This movie has a significant part of its story driven by the town having a severely corrupt police force- most people dislike the cops in this movie, and I completely agree. However, they can't really be removed from the story, as they are important to show the severe corruption. I feel a better course of action would be to have Rebecca's character stop being a cop by the end of the movie, but that is just my opinion.

Corruption is like this in real life, and it affects many people and places. While I am most definitely not the person to talk about it, the movie’s plot including the way government corruption works and how anyone in power can go mad with it soon enough, actually helped the story- especially Rebecca’s backstory, which we will get into later.

Later on, after Rebecca and Renfield go to the café to meet up with Rebecca’s sister, Renfield talks about his experience.

He talks about the manipulation Dracula uses to get people under his thumb, and Renfield’s (at that time) greed and desire for more power that got him into this situation.

Rebecca, understanding of this, talks to him about how life can throw you situations that are hard to manoeuvre around.

 After it is revealed that Rebecca’s sister has been captured, the two head to the Lobos’ house, to which a long fight ensues.

Rebecca reaches Dracula first, and he begins trying to manipulate her- it is hard to tell whether or not she is somewhat susceptible, but she definitely does not fall for it.

She had a plan. A plan to trick Dracula.

Now, whether or not Renfield was aware of it or not is also hard to tell, but judging by the way he is portrayed, it appears to be he was unaware.

Instead of overly yelling for her to not fall for it, it almost feels like he’s come to terms with it. Like he knows that she can’t say no. This would make sense, after all; he fell into Dracula’s trap the same way.

And as Rebecca is embraced in Dracula’s arms, Dracula stares at Renfield with a triumphant expression.

To Renfield, it’s over. Dracula won. She’s enveloped in Dracula’s lies too.

However, she turns off the blinds- burning Dracula and accidentally guiding the three of them to the torture room of the house.

Renfield is killed- or at least severely injured- by the bats Dracula turns into temporarily.

Rebecca is left to fight Dracula, and he drags her into the air after taunting her. She shoots him in the foot, causing his blood, which has reviving/healing powers, to revive Renfield. 

To which, he stops Dracula’s fangs with his own hands, drags him to the ground, to which Dracula appears behind him and puts him in a chokehold.

Renfield is (now physically) stuck in the same position he has always been in, controlled by Dracula.

However, now he has himself to guide him- his self-love, his strength.

Dracula asks “Do you know what you are?”, expecting Renfield to give in, to answer with what Dracula wants, to keep Renfield under his thumb.

Instead, Renfield gets out of the chokehold and pins Dracula to the ground, continuously punching his face in while repeating similar lines to that of the earlier scene where Dracula cornered Renfield- but this time, Renfield has all the power. He admits that he was the one to give his power to Dracula; it wasn’t taken from him. While Dracula overpowers him eventually, Dracula is caught in a protection circle laid down by Rebecca.

This is a parallel to the introduction sequence, where Dracula is saved from a protection circle by Renfield- instead, now he’s trapped in it thanks to the both of them.

The two completely destroy the physical body of Dracula, tossing the remains down the drain.

With that, now that Dracula is gone, he uses some of Dracula’s Blood to help Rebecca’s sister and revive his previously-mauled support group.

Finally, after centuries of confinement to Count Dracula, Robert Montague Renfield is free.

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So… how did Rebecca fare through all this?

Her character, upon the release of Renfield, was not entirely liked by most. Oftentimes, people thought her character was annoying and selfish, other times they disliked her being played by an actress who has been in many other movies and was thought of as annoying, once again.

I do not care about the personal strife between people who like/dislike Rebecca or the actress, Awkwafina, who plays her.

However, whether or not you like her character, she is rather nuanced and has trauma of her own, along with her (sadly very rarely seen) sister.

Rebecca is seen as a strong, smart policewoman with an ‘idgaf’ attitude towards most things and people. Despite this, she is given very small jobs within the district.

She is very angered at this (and the police’s corruption and ignorance when it comes to the Lobo family), and continuously calls the police out on their negative aspects.

Part of her anger, however, is due to the loss of her father, who worked as one of the best policemen and was murdered.

We are never entirely told the circumstances of her father’s death, however. It is implied that the police station did nothing about it, and that he was killed by the Lobo family after investigating some of their crimes. Rebecca is fully aware of this, as well as her sister.

While Rebecca is willing to face the corruption head-on, her sister tends to do so silently, being careful with her job.

The two bicker a lot, but it is shown that they care about each other a lot.

So when Rebecca’s sister is captured and then killed, it strikes a nerve.

She seems slightly less careful while fighting the Lobo family (though she wasn’t very careful before), while also very calculative- more than she had shown previously.

So when she talks to Dracula about reviving her sister, both Renfield and the audience feel that she actually will do it.

She doesn’t join him. It’s a shock to most, especially due to her losing an important family figure at such a young age and only having one other person, who at that point, was on the brink of death/already dead.

For her to take that risk so they could take down Dracula is amazing, especially since her character was shown to care about family first, everything else second.

(and I'm still very annoyed she stayed a cop by the end)

[tvlandofficial]

If someone had wishede to apologize for mine disobeyence with thou'r rules, howst mayeth it be done??

answering this ooc just cuz i don't interact w other deltarune rp accounts outside of @officialralsei and @gasterofficial ! this is just a personal boundaries thing since we have a somewhat contained story we're telling (its also in my pinned), i'm really sorry!

[rehearsallsforreasoning]

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#Language #Lessons

#Moderntalking #disobeye

[persephinae]

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ok, i think i've chosen. i'm going to hate myself but i'm choosing the emperor to side with. i want to see this to the end, despite being such a huge pain in the ass for him. i'm sure there was a lot of screaming in the astral plane over some of the shit i pulled, especially when I disobeye- ahem.. ignored his advice to decline Raphael's bargain and certainly my idiocy in barging into hell, stealing from the devil, and then killing said devil in his house

[dinaive]

Ibn Katheer Early Days (Stories of the beginning of Creation and the early Prophet from Adam to Yoonus) Taken from Al-Bidayah wan-Nihayah Chapter: Mention of the Creation of the Jinn and the Story of Satan (Part 9)

The people will then say, ‘Did not he (i.e. the magician) tell such-and-such a thing on such-and such a date?’ So that magician is said to have told the truth because of the statement which has been heard from the heavens.” Allah, Most High, says, And whosoever turns away (blinds himself) from the remembrance of the Most Beneficent (Allah) (i.e. the Qur’an and worship of Allah), We appoint for him a Shaitan to be a qareen (an intimate companion) to him. And verily, they (the devils) hinder them from the Path (of Allah), but they think that they are guided right! Till, when (such a one) comes to Us, he says (to his qareen [devil companion]), Would that between me and you were the distance of the two easts (or the east and west).’ The worst (type of) companion (indeed)! (Soorah Az-Zukhruf 43:36-38) He, Most High, says, And We have assigned them (devils) intimate companions (in this world), who have made fair- seeming to them what was before them (evil deeds which they were doing in the present worldly life and disbelief in the Reckoning and the Resurrection, etc.) and what was behind them (denial of the matters in the coming life of the Hereafter as regards punishment or reward, etc.) (Soorah Fussilat 41:25)

Imam Ahmad narrated on the authority of ‘Abdullah Ibn ‘Abbas that he said: The Messenger of Allah said: “There is no one among you who has not had a qareen from among the devils appointed for him.” They said, “Even you, Messenger of Allah?” He said, “Yes, but Allah has helped me against him and he has embraced Islam.” Imam Ahmad narrated on the authority of Abu Hurairah that the Prophet said, “Verily, the believer emaciates his devil as one of you emaciates his camel on a journey.” Imam Ahmad narrated on the authority of Saburah Ibn Abi Fakih that he said: I heard the Messenger of Allah say: “Verily, Satan lays in wait for the son of Adam at (a number of) paths: he lays in wait for him at the path of Islam and says: ‘Will you embrace Islam and abandon your religion and the religion of your forefathers?’ But he disobeys him and embraces Islam. So he lays in wait for him at the path of hijrah (migration in Allah’s Cause) and says, ‘Will you migrate and abandon your land and your sky?’ But the similitude of the muhajir (migrate) is that of a horse in his strength and stamina. But he disobeys him and migrates. Then he lays in wait for him at the path of jihad, which is to struggle with one’s self and one’s wealth, and he says: ‘Will you fight and be killed, after which your wife will be married and your wealth divided?’ But he disobeyes him and performes jihad.” The Messenger of Allah said, “So if anyone of them (the sons of Adam) does that, it will be his right upon Allah that He will admit him to Paradise. If he is killed, it will be his right upon Allah that He will admit him to Paradise. If he is drowned, it will be his right upon Allah that He will admit him to Paradise. And if his riding beast breaks his neck, it will be his right upon Allah that He will admit him to Paradise.” Imam Ahmad narrated on the authority of ‘Abdullah Ibn ‘Umar that he said: The Messenger of Allah did not use to neglect these supplications in the morning and the evening: “O Allah! I ask You to pardon me in the life of this world and in the Hereafter. O Allah! I ask You to pardon me and grant me wellbeing in my Religion, my worldly affairs, my family and my property. O Allah! Cover up my deficiencies and calm my fears. O Allah! Protect me from my front, from behind, from my right, from my left and from above me. I seek refuge with Your Majesty from being snatched from below.” Wakee‘ said it means to sink down.

[izzy-writes-again]

05-06-23

Hey, it’s me again. 

You know it the anxiety is starting up when these tumbler blog posts are headed out and posted onto the world. I don’t know where I went wrong. I picked a decent guy, I gave a “decent’ good guy a chance.  and yet, here I am again. wondering if I made the right choice.

Maybe it’s a “me” problem? but if it’s a “me” problem, then why am i here, writing a sad tumbler post instead of spending a 4th monthsary. why am i here, sulking on my own thoughts when i could be out enjoying the day. crazy. 

i made sure everything was on the right path this time, i did the job, i made sure that i was courted properly, and the only stupid thing i did or any “disobeyance’ was to do it before calling it official. and honestly, something purely physical couldn’t have had ruined such a simple thing couldn’t it? 

this time, i made sure i was on the right track, i was with a decent guy, who treated me like a queen,.. but why do i not feel this way. where did i go wrong?.. 

i guess sometimes problems do come from things other than cheating. 

and it rlly hurts. this day was supposed to be special, meaningful. instead he spends it sleeping because he was too tired from the night before. and its rlly painful. i don’t know what to do, i’ve never been this far in a healthy relationship before, and all i wanna do is these toxic things, like him waking up and realizing i had blocked him on all social media sites, or removing cover photos and status updates. but i don’t wanna do that. this is so sad. i don’t know where i went wrong. did i expect too much? am i expecting too much? 

he told me it was always going to be constant.. he told me, na araw araw parin niya akong liligawan.... 

was i wrong for trusting him.. 

was it my mistake.. 

im so tired. 

all i wanted was a decent relationship.. 

away from the drama

away from this heartache. 

away from all the overthinking. 

i am so done with this bullshit. 

[anoms-world]

they not a disobeyer they just afraid or completely lost to even move or think clearly it feels as if my memories had been erased every few seconds to escape the unknown background memory still wondering where is my twin? something missing and its someone let you know i putted my heart in this and I'm already sick of it easy to love or hard to love and we disappear 3 times at once to 9 there is no in between remember?

[myhearthaswings]

why are people surprised that someone can get fired if they work for the Catholic Church in a representative field but don't live accordingly...why are some of these people, e.g. those who got married in a same sex setting even though they're teachers or anything like that surprised when they're no longer allowed to work for the church? you should know what the Catechism says, what the Bible says, what the principles are, simply, what you're getting yourself into when being a part of our Holy Church. It's not discrimination, you're just being disobedient and apparently can't read a job application.

[fitzandfooltrash]

King Dutiful and Nettle: ordering Fitz and Riddle back to Buckeep immediately

Fitz and Riddle: oh is that a trail in the forest??

[librarycards]

Gender dysphoria in the DSM-V was written by a committee of people that included conversion therapists.

But the use of dysphoria to describe trans people is, more importantly, insubstantial. In the first place it reflects an incredibly recent shift in nomenclature. The OED can catch us up quickly: the term dysphoria didn’t emerge in English until the mid-nineteenth century. It’s first usage, in 1842, was to describe an emotional state of “dissatisfaction, restlessness, and suffering.” Anthropologists and sociologists developed this emotional description by studying “primitive societies” and “deviants,” with one 1933 study describing “a condition of dysphoria” as “when people feel shamed” for socially stigmatized behavior. In the mid twentieth century it continued to describe states of feelings like guilt, shame, and general emotional distress caused by one’s social environment.

This is why gender dysphoria is not actually a trans term. It merely specifies the arena in which dysphoria is concentrated: I experience emotional distress like fear, guilt, or shame, not because I am trans, but because my gender is treated as abnormal, illegible, dangerous, or undesired by the social world in which I live. This might manifest phenomenologically in my flesh, for instance, when I think my shoulders too broad, or my breasts too small, but it is because I fear how I will be treated when others assign and surveil my gendered body. I fear the penalties of my culture for my disobeyant form.

There is, in other words, no idiopathic medical issue, which is not surprising to us because cisgender is a fictional story our culture tells itself. Dysphoria describes a social situation of transphobia where transphobia—as in, animus towards and danger manifested towards trans people for their very existence—is the result of a social world where cisgender is granted immense power as the “normal,” default category of human experience.

Jules Gill-Peterson, RO(h no, she better don't!)GD.

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