#Renfield: no my Master

[sillyvampireboi]

Nectar from the giving hands

Summary: Renfield being hand fed and praised finally.

Contents: renfield x reader, reader is renfield’s new vampire master, gender neutral reader, he/him pronounces for reader, writing exercise

Nsfw: dom/sub, master/slave, top!reader, sub renfield, praise kink, neck fetish, no intercourse, blood kink, blood drinking, gentle dom, hand feeding

a/n: first Renfield smutty fic I’ve written whehe! Would love to know what you guys think ~ Also I might or might not write a second part of this one shot *wink wink*

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And his lips met with the ice cold hands, drinking the thick, dark liquid from them. He savored every drop, as it was honey falling from the honeycomb.

It was an electrifying site, seeing the master and his servant in front of the huge fireplace. The sky wore her dark cape over her shoulders outside, wearing her millions of star-jewels on her chest. The moon as her tiara was sitting on her head, illuminating the outside world in a dim yellow light. A quiet stillness rested on that cape coverd day, as the tiara’s light faintly shone through the huge windows of our scene. It was the biggest room of a small mansion in a village, which was in a far secluded area. It was 4 hours away from any form of civilization, surrounded by huge forests and pretty fields.

It was your idea to settle down in a quiet place after centuries of aimlessly roaming in the wide world, and your new familiar more than gladly complied. You learned about his service of Dracula, his fall and the servant’s deep hidden desires and dreams quite fast. He was like an open book in front you, you just had to turn the beautifully written pages and read.

Your approach -you couldn’t quite place the term - as you called it, was different from Dracula’s and other ancient vampires regarding the treatment of their familiars. You despised the handling of ‘inferiors’ even back in the 16th century and you didn’t start to like it now. It was cruel if anything in your eyes. So when you met Renfield and saw what damage serving Dracula across hundreds of years did to him, you swore to care about him the way he deserved. You picked up quickly, that praise, in any amount or form, has a peculiar effect on him.

That was one of the reasons you two were in the biggest room of your mansion, in front of the warm fireplace. You were sitting in the huge, comfortable armchair which was pulled next to the heat so the fire was on your left. And in front of you, between your legs was Renfield on his knees, looking as beautiful as ever drinking from your hands.

Robert Montague Renfield. A handsome man, whose youth has been locked between time, forever frozen in the garden of eternity. His pale cheeks will never lose the faint blush they possess, nor the twinkling will never fade from the beautiful ocean-blue eyes, nor the lips will lose their full redness. His soul has been cracked and crushed countless times during his endless life, yet his golden heart still beats fully between the cages of his chest. Such unearthly beauty inside and out, and Dracula dared to toy with him! The thought left the flames of fury traveling through your dead body every time.

You gently caressed the top of his night-dark hair with your free hand, as you reached the other towards him, replacing the already drank blood. He licked hungrily, slurping the drops that started escaping from your fingers first, cleaning them clean with his tongue.

“That’s it, that’s my good boy. You were hungry weren’t you?” - your quiet voice floated into the room, carrying gentleness and unheard praises.

He was already fidgeting awkwardly since the beginning of the night, hearing your calm voice addressed to him. Since you started the gentle caress on his head, it left pink flowers to form in his cheeks. Now however, hearing the way you called him, the flowers started to bloom and colour his usually pale skin.

“Yes, master.” - he said quietly, suddenly too shy to look up at you.

Robert Montague Renfield.

Always eager to please and serve,

while not expecting anything in return.

So a praise on his work,

leaves him in shock,

blushing and not knowing how to respond.

You adorable little man, tonight I’ll shower you in the admiration you deserve. You thought, as you let your index and middle finger sink into the warm liquid. As you lifted your arm, the blood started to form little vein-like rivers down your straight fingers, along your palm. Renfield looked mesmerized, mouth slightly open and staring at your red covered fingers. His blue irises followed the now formed little veins along the curves of your hand, drinking in their sight. Since you didn’t move, he hesitantly glanced up at you.

“Yes? What’s the problem, Renfield?”

“N-nothing master! I’m sorry!” - shit, you didn’t want to freak him out. Must be more careful with the teasing, you concluded.

His elegant eyebrows frowned in anxious knots, as he tried to curl as small as his tall figure let him.

“You did nothing wrong Robert.” - at the sound of his first name, his head turned towards you, eyes shining with a warm light. You called him Robert! Called him by his first name! And how sweet his name rolled on your tongue, as a peaceful river flowing on rocks. - “ You were staring at my hand, you wanted to do something but hesitated. What did you want to do?”

“I-I just.. I wa-... I don’t know, master.”

“I know when you are lying Robert. Tell me, my little bug. I’m not angry that you want something.” - oh that saccharine voice directed to him again. How he adored everything about you! From your dark, malicious eyes that carried care, to your cold embrace which still felt warm somehow. He bore his baby blue eyes into yours and whispered in a small but hopeful trusting voice - “I .. wanted to-to taste.”

Trusting voice, your mind chirped as your fingers were still frozen in mid air. You knew how difficult it was for Renfield to bond with someone on a deep level, especially trusting, and yet here he was admitting the desire of his heart, looking up at you, waiting.

“You’ve been a very good boy, Robert. And good boys get what they want.” - you purred as you moved your hand to be in front of his face. Ah, how pretty he looked between your legs, his pale skin lighted by his own excitement and the heat from the fireplace. Golden and orange flames framed his figure from the left side, his night-dark hair mirroring their illuminations while his striking blue eyes gleamed.

Your words again! They patted his heart and pulled him closer to you, hugging him warmly. The flames from the fire started to appear on his cheeks as well, spreading across his face and neck. He stole a careful look towards you, silently asking for permission. The second you nodded your approval, his tongue embraced your fingers. He licked along your slender fingers, tasting the blood, not letting any drop escape, then he worked his lips on the side of your palm, collecting and devouring the veins formed there. The more he licked, the more his face started to bear a similar shade of the thick liquid. His breath started to become haggard, and his tongue technique sloppysh.

“That’s my good little Robert, cleaning my hand and not letting the blood go to waste.” - you continued the rain of your praises, while you began caressing his hair. He couldn’t stop the whimper breaking out from the back of his throat, as you carried on with the fondling.

Greedily he took your fingers fully in his mouth, closing them between the slick walls of his chops. He slurped and stroked and tasted, his tongue tangling around both. It didn’t take much time for his head to start bobbing up and down, moaning around your slender fingers and whining for more friction.

He looked so disheveled and pathetic yet extremely lovely. Saliva started dropping from between his pink lips, flowing down his chin and jaw mixing with blood drops there. What a beautiful painting it was on his neck! Colours blending with heated skin and shiny drool, contouring his Adam’s apple and the relentlessly working muscles. He had a pretty neck, slender and pale, showing his purple arteries pulsating under pregamen skin, bearing white marks of old bites.

He appeared to be at peace, safe in the garden of your blood-red roses, a heavenly light shining through him. The tent in his trousers left a vet river down his thighs, smearing it all over his clothes.

You grabbed his inky hair, pulling his head back gently from your fingers. The moan that escaped his lips was so loud that the tiara wearing night sky stopped for a moment to listen.

“You are so good at obeying my orders Robert. I’m so lucky to have you. I know everyone wants a good little servant like you.” - you leaned down to whisper it into his ears and you trailed your cold fingers along the line of them.

He whined adorably while he laid his head on his left thigh, exhausted but blissful after the events of the night. His twinkling, baby-blue irises collided with your dark ones, flaming in the sizzling light of the flames. You read nothing but love in them, being completely open, builded walls long forgotten.

“Thank you master.” - he whispered with a hoarse but happy voice.

You continued patting his black locks, while the flowers of blushes overblownd, leaving their seeds for the future and his breath calmed down. He started to sink into a tranquil dream, pulling his lips into a soft smile. He looked so serene there, so you didn’t stir, just let him sleep while you kept patting his little head and whispering praises over him. It was still a few hours before sunrise, so you stayed there waiting over his dreams.

As the night sky started to take off her star-jewels and her moon-tiara, you lifted the dreaming man into your soft armchair without waking him. You covered him with a warm blanket and left a quill written note for him to find in the morning.

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[anemic-cinema]

"Hooray!!! Master has returned!!!!!!!!"

[poetic-poltergeist]

According to Obscurify my top listened to song of all time is The Master’s Song (aka Renfield’s song) from the Dracula musical. I’m crying.

[robinsnest2111]

super sloppy 1am doodles of my interpretation of book dracula. sadly my book renfield has too much fryefield influence :(

[future-dregs]

When Dracula spent all that time working out his written-in-blood world domination plan and included underneath his own name, on a little paper scrap "and Renfield".

Like, he could've just left it at his own name and don't think either Renfield or the audience would've thought anything of it, but he had to include his favorite little guy.

[zoophagist]

ooc;; now i'm listening to my renfield mix and getting absolutely SNIPED by "before it breaks" by brandi carlile as a renfield @ dracula mood...

Say it's over, say I'm dreaming Say I'm better than you left me Say you're sorry, I can take it Say you'll wait, say you won't Say you love me, say you don't I can make my own mistakes Let it bend before it breaks

the waiting for the master to come for you and the mixed messages of 'you're my chosen one' and 'you're nothing to me' and not knowing what to believe... just KILL ME why don't you?

[hellcatsandcars]

this will come as a surprise to absolutely no one, but i would 100% let bela lugosi hit. bonus points if he keeps the dracula cape on. goodnight.

[diaryofawallfly]

[ A letter, addressed to him. The script is written in half-cursive with a slight tremble. The return address is somewhere in England. ]

To whom this letter reaches,

Seeing as I am a stranger to which you have no obligation, you have no reason to read this, but I hope that you do. I have been doing some research for [ here, a speck of ink is found between words, as if a taken pause ] personal interest and have recently happened upon a source suggesting that the current caretaker of the estate to which I am sending this letter may be one Mr. Renfield. Given that the source is quite old and, frankly, hard to read, I understand that it is more than likely that this will reach a successor or other inhabitant of the estate. Nevertheless, if you are willing and have the ability to answer, my request stands.

Documents about the castle in Tihuța Pass say it sits on the side of a mountain with a rather treacherous precipice. There is some confusion about which way the castle faces, however. In my rudimentary understanding, historical tactics seem to suggest that it would face north for strategic advantage, but this would mean most of the valley is obscured. What does the sunrise there look like?

Best wishes,

R. Hart

The late letter received is written on thick parchment yellowed with age. The flourished script is written with a heavy hand.

Dear R. Hart,  Your letter came as a pleasant surprise. I do not often receive the post here in the Pass. As such, I am sure that quite some time will have passed by the time you are reading this.  Accounting for this anticipated time, I will restate your question: What does the sunrise here look like? Here at this castle, placed precariously on the escarpment of the Tihuța Pass. You are correct that the keep faces North. I do not know the full history or necessity of the castle’s construction but the views of the surrounding land were not hindered. From outside, the northern walls look as if they erupted from the cliff face. It is rather intimidating from the valley below. However, from the southside, it was once more charming– I must admit the residence is in disrepair– it is unlike the architecture we see in England. From my research, it is inspired by the great estates built by the Romans. It must be the remains of their expanded influence before their demise. In the early mornings, the sun rises reliably from the village below as if born from their steeple, and raises the inhabitants as well. The castle sits too high and too far to make out their daily lives, the smoke from the chimneys and glowing fields are the only sign of their presence. It is a sight that warms me. You did not ask about sunset but I must share my sentiment. When it goes, it goes quickly though not easily. It fights Helios in its descent. Burning red, it drops into the valley every night to ignite the forest below in its last battle to keep the mountain warm. In its absence, the world is plunged into darkness. The nights when the clouds are thick, they are frightening.  I hope that this was the answer that you were looking for. I must express my curiosity in your interest in this castle. I cannot believe many outside of this country know of its existence. May I ask what led you to it? Perhaps you have other questions I could answer for you? I do hope to hear from you again. Reflecting to reply to your letter was a peace I have not known for some time.  𝓡. 𝓜. 𝓡𝓮𝓷𝓯𝓲𝓮𝓵𝓭

[legaciestold]

@renfie1ds

she's ophelia floating in the water with her hair splayed about, sinking slowly into the depths of a fractured mind. there are moments, brief, where clarity finds her. flashes of memory of a child walking hand in hand with her mother and father along the river walk. smiling. happy. carefree and unknowing of the harshness of the world or the venomous dangers which lurked in the shadows. lillian tries to grasp onto those memories when they come, threads of who she is that can break her from her chained fate. yet-- they wash away quickly when he comes to her now as when the master strigoi came to her then on those first few nights he fed on her and invaded her delirious dreams warping them. she was a girl searching for truth. a girl searching for a father she refused to believe would have abandoned her of his own free-will. he'd seemed to know her father, for that had been what he had told her, lured her with until she'd fallen into his web with no ability to escape it. she'd fought with the same fiery passion she'd gotten from her mother. she'd screamed and rebelled against the way he'd tried to twist her mind. the way he'd try to alter her memories of her father, her belief in him. but it had become so hard when his fangs had pierced her skin and he'd given her so much of his own blood mixing their lifeforces. the threads of truth she held onto were drifting away in the wind.

she was to be one of his brides, his very favorite at the moment, perhaps because of the control having her would solidify for him over his rebelling servant. perhaps because he garnered some enjoyment in evoking horror. your father cared not for you or your mother. why else would he have left you? why else would he remain with me instead of having gone to you? but i came for you. i have given you the greatest gift and you shall be at my side. you shall be one with me. above your father. above humanity. the words echo deep within her mind, within her being when he visits her in the night, twisting and shoving at the notions she'd held before. you love me. you will protect me above all others. he tells her. and she repeats the horror of it because the shadow self she becomes when her real self is locked away believes it wholeheartedly. but there's something that lingers in her, a fire in her soul that refuses to be stamped out. something that always tinges the words in a sense of confusion. in a sense that there is something amiss. something wrong. something that doesn't fit. he gets angry with her when he senses such in those moments and despite what she's been made into she loses blood all the same (the master strigoi could feed on human or strigoi alike after all), made to feel guilt and then a surge of affection when he'd grant her his forgiveness. when he gives her gifts to feed on as if she's an animal instead of a young woman.

he calls her one evening, a new maze of a home she's been brought into. she's the only one brought here, not his other brides and it both fills her with a strange sense of a pride and horror though she doesn't understand where the horror comes from. she doesn't understand the confusion of her mind or the warring concepts within it. but it is a war that's flaring up and waging more and more as he brings up her father. the father that left her. the father that didn't care. that's not right. no. her father loved her. no, her father left her. flashes of real and distorted memories plagued her dreams the day before, plaguing her in a way she doesn't understand. a part of her thinks to mention it to caligula for surly he has the answers. she was to trust him in all things was she not? and yet, some deeper part of her warns her not to. it wins out, somehow, a few moments more of clarity within her. then she's presented into a room, an inhumanness to her features though her eyes and hair and face still so much the same as they had been when she was young. she gets the feeling this is a test of some sort when she enters the room and refers to him as her love.

but then her senses pick up someone else, her eyes searching the room until they fall on the shadow of the man she'd once known. her father. the father that left her. the father that loved her? the father that hadn't come for. her mind can't put the pieces together in a way that makes sense. strain crosses her features for a moment. father. father i've searched for you. i've finally found you. her eyes are screaming it, for the briefest of moments, an attempt to step forward before a look from the master strigoi halts her. as if he's sensing something building within her and invading her mind right there, pushing what he doesn't want there out. he steps toward her, run's a hand up her arm to stand around her, then up her body until it's wrapped around her and cupping her neck and face from behind. she leans into it because that shadow self is back again. 'she shall be my greatest bride. is she not lovely renfield?' he taunts. and then he questions her. 'do you know who this is lillian? do you not have anything to say to your father?'

she turns her head to look upon the strigoi and then turns to look back at her father. "why should i speak to the man who left my mother to die and i to be alone? the only gift he gave me was that such led you to me. for you love me as no one else." it's almost as if there is a glaze over her eyes, as if she's enthralled. he seems to garner some form of a smirk from her words, seeming pleased with her. yet perhaps the true test is to come. 'that may be yet will you not speak with him for a time, now, while have things to attend to? you both shall reside here after all. when i return i shall have a delicious treat for you.' she nods then, caligula releasing her and walking out of the room. but she does not look upon her father again, instead standing there with a rather dazed look about her.

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[pitviperofdoom]

Team Kill-Dracula as a DnD Party

Van Helsing: Cleric, Grave Domain. Probably the easiest choice. As a doctor he’s the party’s principal healer, he’s the one who keeps whipping out holy symbols and prayers, and he has all the know-how on identifying and dealing with all things Undead. Also Van Helsing using Path to the Grave would be incredibly badass.

Arthur Holmwood: Ranger, Beast Master Conclave. This one’s a gimme. We already know he hunts regularly, it’s the pastime of choice for rich lordly types, and he spent one notable scene summoning and skillfully handling some dogs.

Quincey Morris: Fighter, Cavalier Archetype. I definitely knew he was the party’s fighter, but it wasn’t until I did some digging that I found out there was a fighter type with an emphasis on mounted combat. My man is a COWBOY. Admittedly Matt Mercer’s Gunslinger homebrew is also tempting, but since it has more emphasis on tinkering, I thought the Cavalier perks would fit Quincey a little more.

John Seward: Cleric, Mind Domain. This man gave me SO MUCH TROUBLE because everybody else slotted so neatly into their classes and I could not for the life of me figure out what fit him. I finally landed on cleric since he’s the second doctor in the party, and when I did a little more googling I found out that mind clerics were a thing, which is both incredibly cool and fitting for the guy who has given me psychic damage multiple times.

Jonathan Harker: Barbarian, Path of the Berserker. He’s just. He angy. When he swung a machete at Dracula and stole his lunch money I was like “Yeah that was a Reckless Attack. He definitely had advantage on that.” Once his wife got the chomp all bets were off. He Would Like To Rage.

Mina Harker: Bard, College of Eloquence. I debated between this and College of Lore, but I landed on eloquence because this woman’s charisma is high as fuck, she grants inspiration every time she opens her mouth, and she seems to know exactly what to say to whoever she talks to, from her husband to Lucy’s suitor squad to Renfield. Let’s be real, she united the whole group single-handed and probably would have charmed her way into being the face of the party if Van Helsing’s paternalistic Victorian sensibilities hadn’t kicked in. Unfortunately she also has one level in warlock with an undead patron she doesn’t want, but on the bright side she can cast Eldritch Blast now.

[sillyvampireboi]

Master?

Big yellow eyes sank into dark ones,

Suffocating by the darkness within them,

Silently pleading, pleading and pleading,

But without release.

Renfield messed up his task again,

And his master wasn’t happy with that.

Oh the terrible ordeal of being seen!

How he wished the Earth to open up

And swallow him.

Pathetic little creature,

His master thought,

While looking down at him amused,

How to hold the strength to berate,

And mark my punishments onto his head,

When he’s looking up at me so desperate?

He is so so sickly sweet to care,

About my musings and such.

The master looked down at him again,

Bestowing a fang showing smirk upon him.

— I might write/ finish this Renfield fic, who knows 👀. Let me know what you guys think ~

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[princessofmarvel]

Wonderland

summary | renfield sees a woman that catches his eye and knows that he shouldn’t speak to her, but he finds that he just can’t help himself.

pairing | robert montague renfield x fem!reader

wc | 1.2k

warnings! | none! maybe some cursing and not really proof read but it’s just fluff lol

genre | fluff!

author's note! | I saw renfield on sunday and just knew that I needed to write for him lol, especially since there are only a few fics on here about him, most of them are written by the amazing @youlightmeupfinn so definitely go check those out! this is a part of my “swift series” (where I write fics based on taylor swift songs)  so if you have any requests for the swift series (or for just something that you would like for me to write) please send them in! I would be happy to write about them! and as always, I do I have really bad OCD that causes me to write in some random capitalization, and punctuation, but I think that we don't have to worry about that in this fic lol. and let me know if there are any mistakes, but please be kind!

 Renfield was taking a stroll down the streets of New Orleans, he tells himself that it is to relax and to clear his head but in reality he was trying to figure out what to bring his master to eat that night. He didn’t want to bring him anyone innocent like he so desperately wanted, that's why he joined the support group in the first place, to bring those people's monsters to him. To bring people that he wouldn’t have to feel so guilty for. But, his boss didn’t like the taste of those people too much. 

He spotted a coffee shop that doubled as a bookstore a few paces down and decided to slip in to sit and think about this. That was when he spotted her. Someone he knew his master would actually praise him for bringing back to the lair. She was the most stunning beauty he had ever seen. Sat in the back corner with a latte and what appeared to be a new romance novel that she was on the last few pages of. She was perfect. 

Renfield ordered some tea and took a seat not too far from her, but not so close that he would seem weird. He knew he couldn’t bring her to him. No matter how much his master would appreciate it. No matter how much praise he would get for doing such a good job, he just couldn’t do it, it couldn’t, wouldn’t be her. 

He wanted to speak to her, he knew he shouldn’t though. He knew that he should never involve someone like her in his life. But, he also knew that if he had the chance to, that he would regret for the rest of his life if he didn’t 

The girl then got up and moved towards the bookshelf. He watched her as she spotted something on the very top shelf that she wanted. He watched as she frowned to herself and huffed and she tried to reach for it but couldn’t. He knew he shouldn’t do this, that this one simple and kind gesture would end up leading him down a rabbit hole, but his feet thought for him as he stood up and made his way to the bookshelf and reached up and grabbed the book she wanted and handed it to her. 

“Thank you so much! I wish these things weren’t so tall.” She said as she looked up at him. Her voice just added to her appeal, it was soft and you could tell she was kind just from the sound of it. 

“I agree, It’s like the person who invented them just wanted a cruel laugh.” He said before he could stop himself. 

“Yes! Exactly! Oh I’m (Y/n) by the way.” She said as she put her hand out to him, his body taking over his mind and shaking it. 

“Robert Montague Renfield” He said as he shook her soft hand. 

“That’s a nice name, sounds fancy.” She said which earned a chuckle from him. “I noticed you’re alone, would you like some company Robert?” She asked. He could tell she was nervous to ask, but seemed like she wasn’t asking out of pity, but out of genuine interest in talking to him. He found himself saying yes and following her back to her table in the corner. 

The two spoke for hours, she asked about where he was from, which led to him talking about how hard it is to find good tea in america. He asked about the new book she had picked up, which was ‘Alice in wonderland’, which led to her talking about her love for the 1951 animated movie (He made a mental note to watch it later). They just laughed and talked for hours. Then the conversation led to work. He found himself telling her about having a narcissistic boss that worked him to the bone. And, it never seemed like he really Appreciated it. Then he accidentally let it slip that his boss made him feel like he was undeserving of happiness. He regretted it immediately because he saw how sad it made the girl look. 

“Oh Robert, that's just not true. Everyone is deserving of happiness.” She held up her hand to keep him from interrupting and stopping her. “I know it seems like sometimes you don’t, maybe because you’ve done some things that you regret, but as long as you make peace with those things and accept those things, to know that they were the wrong things to do. And, you work to better yourself from them. Then there is no reason why you should not deserve happiness.” She said to him with a smile. 

Then he realized that her hand was laying on top of his from across the table. She must have realized that she had done that because she pulled her hand away and seemed slightly embarrassed. 

“Thank you, you don’t know how much I needed to hear that.” he said while looking at her. He felt like he needed to change the subject, in fear of making things awkward. “So, what do you do for work?”

“Oh, I uh, work here actually.” she said finally looking back at him after feeling embarrassed. “Oh god i seem pathetic, I swear I have a life and friends, I just like to come here when I have some time to relax.” She said while letting out a small laugh. 

“You don’t seem pathetic, I would do the same if my work place was as relaxing as here.” Renfield said while giving her a soft smile. 

“I actually go in later, wait what time is it?” She checked her phone and jumped up out of her seat when she saw the time. “Oh my god I was supposed to start an hour ago, and I’m here, Linda why didn’t you say anything?” She said turning around towards the older woman working the register. Who in return gave her a wink and a smile before tending to the customer now in line, the first in hours. 

“I’m so sorry Robert, I have to go.” She said as she gathered her things. He knew he shouldn’t, but he needed to see her again. 

“Perhaps we could do this again sometime?” he said, folding his jacket over his arms.

“I would love to, you could give me your number and we could plan something.” The girl said with a smile. 

“Oh, I don’t have a phone.” He said, which he immediately regretted since he knew in this day and age was weird. “I broke it yesterday, I was going to replace it tomorrow.” He said quickly thinking of something. “But, I can pick you up here this weekend, if you would be interested.” 

“That sounds great, what time?”  

“I was thinking maybe around 1:00? I hear the weather will be nice on Saturday, so I thought maybe we could have a picnic.” He said, knowing that doing something during the day would mean that his boss could not interrupt it, 

“That sounds wonderful, It’s a date.” She said while making her way to the registrar. “I’ll see you then Robert.” 

He smiled and said goodbye as he made his way out the door and onto the street, the sun starting to go down. He had realized what exactly he had done. He knew that he couldn’t let his boss find out about her, and he also knew how hard that would be to do. But, knowing that he would get to be with her, made how hard this would be worth it. 

“Oh fuck me.” he said making his way back to his boss, but with a smile on his face, something that hadn’t truly been there in a long time.

[bezkinechnanudga]

I watched Dracula 1931, the one with Bela Lugosi and found it kinda passable, average 6out of 10 experience.

Kinda funny that Count mannerisms were made to make him creepier, but in the end, he just looks a little bit autistic to me.

BUT!!! May I talk about the best part of this movie, that is Renfield with his thirties German decadent actor swag. Just look at him

He is everything any modern art enjoyer would need: insane, pathetic, dramatic, and queer. The fly eating babygirl that I didn't know I needed.

Look at his little gay walk:

Me when my master promises me millions of rats:

[vickyvicarious]

Who's Read What in Dracula? Masterpost

This is a little self-assigned project to try and keep track of who has read (as well as written) what documents, and, importantly, when they do so. Last year I spent some time thinking about this and it informed some of my thoughts about specific characters' perspectives and actions in interesting ways. So I thought it could be a neat resource to have for others!

I'm going to update this in time with the novel, so there won't be any spoilers. This post is going to be a master reference, with links to each individual character's posts. I originally wanted to do this as a series of graphs for each character, with color-coded bars for each document they've read, but I'm not savvy enough to figure out a non-confusing way to do so, especially given the number of different authors/documents. Instead, I'm going to have a separate post for each character, and just have the info in written form there. Here are the links to each of those, in order of introduction:

Jonathan Harker

Mina Murray

Lucy Westenra

Jack Seward

Quincey Morris

Arthur Holmwood

Abraham Van Helsing

Some housekeeping notes: Obviously, each character will have read their own writing. I'm not going to update day-by-day for any such things. Instead, I'll only update whenever they access new information by someone else, or begin what I'm counting as a new document.

Most of the time, we know for a fact when characters get access to a new document. However, there are a few exceptions. I have my theories, but I will mark them as speculative whenever that label applies.

I break up documents based on chunks of information and have assigned titles to them as such. The labels may change as time goes by as needed to avoid spoilers. I also try to add in dates, but for any longer accounts it will just be a range of dates rather than every entry.

Below the cut is a list of all the documents, in order of appearance, with dates. I'm using color-coding for all the main authors, which will match the colors used in individual character posts. This too will be updated over time, so no worries about spoilers here either. Unless, of course, you don't want to know if someone who has only written once before will go on to write often... in that case, don't look below.

Castle Dracula Diary (3 May-30 June) - Jonathan Harker

Invitation to Castle Dracula (3 May) - Count Dracula

Letter to Innkeeper (4 May) - Count Dracula *

Letter to Dracula (5 May) - Mr. Hawkins *

Letters to Lucy (9 May, 17 May?*) - Mina Murray

Letter to Mina (2/3 May?) - Jonathan Harker *

Letters to Mina (11 May?, 24 May) - Lucy Westenra

Dictated Letters Home (11 May, 18 May) - Jonathan Harker *

Letters to Various Solicitors (11 May) - Count Dracula *

Phonograph Diary (25 May-?) - Jack Seward

Letter to Art (25 May) - Quincey Morris

Telegram Reply to Quincey (26 May) - Arthur Holmwood

Intercepted Letters Home (28 May) - Jonathan Harker *

Renfield's Notebook (5 June?-?) - R. M. Renfield *

Log of the Demeter (18 July-4 August) - Captain of the Demeter

Whitby Journal (24 July-19 August) - Mina Murray

Message to Lucy (27 July) - Arthur Holmwood *

Daily Graph Articles (8-9 August) - News Correspondent

Letter from Budapest (12 August) - Sister Agatha

Letter to Carter, Patterson, & Co. (17 August) - Billington & Son

Letter to Mina (17/18 August?) - Mr. Hawkins *

Letter to Billington & Son (21 August) - Carter, Patterson, & Co.

Post-Whitby Letter to Lucy (24 August) - Mina Murray

London Diary (24 August-17 September) - Lucy Westenra

Whitby Letter (30 August) - Lucy Westenra

Letter to Jack (31 August) - Arthur Holmwood

Telegram to Jack (1 September) - Arthur Holmwood

Letter to Van Helsing (1 September?) - Jack Seward *

Letters to Arthur (2, 3, 6, 15?* September) - Jack Seward

Letter to Dr. Seward (2 September) - Van Helsing

Telegrams to Van Helsing (4-8 September) - Jack Seward

Telegram to Arthur (8 September) - Jack Seward

Telegram to John (8 September) - Van Helsing *

Telegram(s?) to Vanderpool (10, 13? September) - Van Helsing *

Delayed Telegram to Seward (17 September) - Van Helsing

Lucy's Memorandum (17 September) - Lucy Westenra

Unread Letters to Lucy (17, 18 September) - Mina Murray

Escaped Wolf Article (18 September) - Pall Mall Gazette

Telegram to Quincey (18 September) - Arthur Holmwood

Mrs. Westenra's Death Certificate (18 September) - Jack Seward/Van Helsing *

Telegram to Arthur (18 September) - Quincey Morris

Telegram to Summon Arthur (19 September) - Jack Seward *

Hennessey's Report (20 September) - Patrick Hennessey

Letter to Mrs. Westenra's Lawyer (21 September) - Jack Seward *

Post-Whitby Journal (22 September-?) - Mina Murray

Telegram to Mrs. Harker (22 September) - Van Helsing

* We know these documents exist, but never get to read them (or in one case, only get a brief excerpt) as they aren't added to the record. Sometimes some of the main characters do get to read them, but not always.

Question marks after a date denote uncertainty, though they're all likely written within a few days of the tentative one listed. When after a dash they mark an incomplete document.

[ruina-031]

I do wish we had more information on Renfield's charactor, i mean in the book we barely know who he is besides a lunatic who is in a insane asylum! and the count his beloved master.

No wonder dracfield make such a great couple they are sexy and beautifiul...

Let me use this chance to present the chapter 2 of the comic of which I haven’t come up with a name *lmao*. I am thankful of your question, and I am optimistic about it actually. Precisely because there are so many gaps about Renfield, that people are able to draw from different sources to enrich him, and of course his dear master. It allows huge freedom while a healthy level of respect to an original work may be maintained.

Honorable mention- Page 2 is in reference of the fabulous work by CyanParade, please give her a follow.

I know page 3 is censored pretty ugly but censoring has to be done:/ . I store the original in my Dungeon.

Thank you again. I will continue working :D