Renfield - Blog Posts
Chapter update!
As for the cliffhanger at the end, I assure you I originally didn't plan to end it on that line–I just wrote it then realized that would make a wonderful place to leave off :)
New chapter!
I also finally know where I'm going with the plot! (No, I totally wasn't only planning on making the plot Renfield a being vampire–)
Boom, new chapter! sorry I didn't finish this sooner, I got sick (and the button machine was very distracting)
I MADE MORE OF THE BUTTONS
The one on the left is grey scale and the one on the right is colored
And to that one person who asked if I will sell these, the answer is I hope so! I'm working on how to do that (and getting more supplies) but I hope to eventually sell these and things like them!
So I bought a button maker...
And of course Renfield was the first button I made
(I'm gonna make the digital ones next but I need to buy more printer ink first)
Also this is what inspired it
Chapter two!
I swear I know where I'm going with this story and it's going to become a lit less about just Rebecca and Renfield's friendship
Guess who's finally writing Renfield again!
I can't think of a title for the life of me so I might change it later–
I'm so glad that my photos indirectly inspired this
Strike.
Woops this one got dark. Blood and gore and Bad Ending.
"Hi, are you here for the meeting? Well, come on in!"
Robert had tried. He really did. He tried to get Mark to move the meeting with what precious little time he had. He had been opening up to everyone but it was really hard to tell anyone in the modern era- anyone in general, let's be honest- that the abusive monster he was trying to escape was an actual monster in the literal sense of the word.
As Dracula walked into the church's gym Robert felt every mediocre little crumb of happiness and self-worth he had scraped together over the past weeks wash away. As Dracula bared his fangs in an insidious grin Robert felt nauseated with dread. As Dracula introduced himself to the group at Mark's apprehensive suggestion and shoved his top hat and cane into Robert's arms, Robert knew he was about to witness another massacre.
But.
The cane.
Robert had seen it in his apartment, too, atop Dracula's wolf fur coat. He knew that cane. Of course he did- over the decades he had shined it, shipped it, been struck with it. The handle of the cane was a golden dragon- or rather, the head of a dragon and a somewhat phallic dragon tail. The length of the cane was engraved so as to resemble a stalk of bamboo and stylised with a long serpent, tiny blossoms, and, somewhat garishly, the forms of two small naked women. It was not the Count's fanciest cane.
But it was the only one with a sword inside.
As Dracula snarled and levitated Robert started formulating a plan. Dracula was not inside his head. He was thinking clearly for the first time in half a century, at least. He knelt as he knew Dracula wanted.
"Master, please," he whimpered. "I never should have forsaken you."
Dracula lowered himself and glowered down at Robert.
"You could have had everything," Dracula hissed. "I gave you the choice between the power of a god," he roared, "and the pathetic desperation of humanity." He looked around at the terrified co-dependents cowering in their folding chairs.
"Why? Why choose this?"
Robert looked up at his former Master.
"I've been a fool, Master, and I know I don't deserve your grace" he said softly, making sure to keep a tremble in his tone. He stood slowly, keeping his shoulders slumped, his posture defeated. He feebly offered the top hat and added "torture me, brutalise me, break my bones and my mind but let me live to serve you again." Dracula sneered and snatched his hat back. He turned his back on his slave and placed the hat on his head while asking the group just what sort of torture a treacherous wretched shell of a man deserved.
Then Robert unsheathed the sword and stabbed Dracula in the back.
"Get everyone into the nave!" he yelled at Mark.
"What's a nave?!" Mark said as he fled with the group.
"It's the part of the church with the pews!" Bob offered as he ran for the door.
"I didn't know that had a name!" Mark answered as he held the door open for everyone.
The gym was empty save for two immortal monsters. Robert had pushed the sword completely through Dracula. The handle of the cane was pressed against the fabric of Dracula's coat. Thick black blood was beginning to pool on the floor beneath them. Robert gritted his teeth and moved the sword inside the vampire as best he could and heard the blade scrape ribs.
"Oh, Renfield."
Robert knew what was coming. The vampire disappeared in a cloud of mist and the bloodied sword clattered to the floor. Then Dracula was behind him, one arm tight across his throat. Dracula effortlessly knelt, still keeping Robert in a headlock, and picked up his sword.
"Did you really think that would do anything?"
"No," Robert wheezed. "But I saved them."
Dracula applied more pressure and Robert felt his throat squeeze shut. He tried to gasp and tried to claw at the arm around his neck. Dracula thrust the sword into his back to the handle. He pulled it out until just half the blade was sticking out of Robert's torso, then thrust it in again, adjusting the angle slightly. He did this again and again until Robert's sweater was completely red.
"You can't even save yourself."
Dracula dropped the dying man to the floor and considered slicing his throat for good measure. Instead he picked up the scabbard of his cane and placed the sword back inside. He looked down at Robert and opened his mouth to speak when the gym door slammed open and a police officer walked in with her gun drawn.
"Reb... e..." Robert gurgled helplessly. Dracula grinned down at him, then looked at her.
"Well, looks as though I'll get a meal tonight after all."
-end-
Apparently Renfield's box is called the "Coffin Snuff Box"
Also the people who let me touch it were so sweet!!!
OH MY GOD OH MY GOD
I GOT TO HOLD RENFIELD'S REAL F*CKING BUG BOX
(I'll post a better explanation and analysis once I've calm dow a d I'm at home)
Pinterest, are you okay?
My friend send me this and I felt like Tumblr might wanna see it
Totally didn't dress up as 1931 Renfield for school today on Halloween
And my science teacher totally got it then we werre joking about the Dracula Dead and Loving It movie
New chapter!! There will be one more update after this which is just gonna be an epilogue
Thank you guys for sticking with me :D
I'm posting this here because I'm mad at Instagram
I got a coffin necklace off of etsy and I decided to put some bugs in it because Renfield totally isn't on my mind
Also this was on the back of the necklace and I thought it was funny
After all these years!
I finished the next chapter :')
I am so sorry for the delay
Are you going to finish your fanfiction on Archive? it's been like a few weeks at most? where is that update?
I am! I've been super busy with work and I'm sorry- Don't worry, Rebecca is alive I swear- And we're gonna see some more Mark
I finished a new chapter of my Renfield story thing!
I guess I'm gonna start posting on here when I finish new chapters
I made a lil' Renfield pixel art for some reason
And here's all the ways I typically spell Renfield wrong (plus one Rebecca)
And yes, I write his name enough that I needed to make it correct itself
Did I post this here because I feel like tumblr would eat it up-
I made Renfield's bug box! It was so hard to find reference photos (since I made it before I bought the movie) but I think it turned out well! I even glued a little picture of Varian inside for some reason-
And yes, I made two. One was for my friend who I dragged into my Renfield obsession
I'm normal about Renfield, I swear
Also here's the art before I attempted to make it digital
So I've been writing a story and I thought I should share it here-
Summay:
After defeating his boss, Renfield tries to remember how to be a normal human again. Hopefully with help from Rebecca and the suport group he'll be able to live his own life again. The only thing stopping Renfield from moving on is his memories of the past.
precious little bean
He needs a hug
Renfield from Dracula can be faster than a car and I have evidence.
Carfax Abbey is in London. (marked red)
Seward Sanitorium is in Whitby. (marked purple)
It is a plot point (at least in the 1931 film) that Renfield escaped the sanitorium and fled to London, where he knew Dracula would be. These locations are estimated to be 231 km apart. It would take about 5-6 days to travel this distance, though he seems to end his journey within mere hours. It is presumed he didn’t use a carriage. The trip, car or train interchangeably, is roughly 5 hours. Let’s assume his journey to return to Dracula was 3 hours. 231 / 3 = 77 km/h.
Renfield’s running speed can reach up to 77km/h or higher (we don’t know what he’s capable of)