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“Woman! Goddess! Are you without a heart—can’t you love,” exclaimed the German, “don’t you even know, what it means to love, to be consumed with desire and passion, can’t you even imagine what I suffer? Have you no pity for me?”
“No!” she replied proudly and mockingly, “but I have the whip.”
- Leopold von Sacher-Masoch: Venus in Furs (1870) -
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Fandoms: Rudolf - Wildhorn/Murphy/Huang/Knighton, 19th Century CE RPF
28 May 2025
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Rudolf catches Meisner looking at him at the brothel, rather more intensely than a spy assigned to shadow the Crown Prince should be looking. He decides to play it up to shake him off. It backfires.
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September 1880. Rudolf, recently promoted, visits Berlin to take part in the war games of the Prussian military. After an espionage attempt gone wrong, her relationship with her friend and rival, Prince Wilhelm of Prussia, takes a turn for the interesting... because they're both secretly women.
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On January 27th, 1889, Emperor Wilhelm II shows up to attend his birthday celebrations at the German Embassy in Vienna in person. Rudolf has made up his mind about the time and place of his own death, but before that, he has a score to settle with his beloved enemy.
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“Be a good boy and take your medicine”, Death croons, his voice as strange and musical as ever, soft, the sibilance of it burrowing into Rudolf’s skin. Rudolf whimpers — it’s as if his brain is turning into cotton.
“I shouldn’t.”
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Of course it’s been made apparent to him before that Death does not care for him in the way that he really wants him to; he would be a fool to think otherwise. But it’s still a shock to be faced with that truth in such a stark way.
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Rudolf, and some cats
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16 May 2024
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Rudolf's friend has always promised to come when Rudolf needs him. But he doesn't always keep his promises. Rudolf doesn't respond well to this.
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And suddenly she knew why she felt akin to Joan of Arc. It was not her body that led her to this conclusion, for she had never questioned her physical looks, but rather her soul, and the sense of rightness in the realisation.
“I think,” she said aloud, “that I am a girl.”