Renfield One Year Anniversary Tomorrow And I Am No Good With Words But I Want To Say From The Bottom

Messing around with my button maker!! I have some extra copies of TBHK Manga so I grabbed an exacto knife and had some fun! I hope to make more!!

Apparently Renfield's box is called the "Coffin Snuff Box"

Also the people who let me touch it were so sweet!!!

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

Random doodles of my two splatoon OCs I made up (because I've been playing way too much splatoon with my mom lately)

Where are they going? No one knows, not even them, but at least Gir has a stick

Calculating....

New to Tumblr so here we go-

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 did a DTIYS from Spacebunny_soda on Instagram and I really liked it!

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-

Welcome to the 2024 Dracfield Ship Week!

Dracfield Week is an event to spread the love for Dracula and Renfield as a ship through various types of fanwork! The event will run from October 20th to October 25th this year.

This years prompts:

Oct 20: Gender Swap/Rule 63

Oct 21: The Church

Oct 22: Resurrection

Oct 23: Punishment

Oct 24: We Had Some Great Times

Oct 25: Corruption

Oct 26: High Society

There’s plenty of time until Dracfield Week, so stew on the prompts and plan what you want to create until then!

-Mod Willow🐺

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