#Carol (Renfield)

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do you think he ever got him a new ant farm? i think he did. prompt 4/17/24: fave side character his name is apparently "ant kid" but he was so much more. he also watched renfield get arrested and still waved at him. thats some king shit. @renfield-anniversary

[gerardway-is-my-babygirl]

Renfield Anniversary Week, day 4: Favourite Side Character

I love all the DRAAG members equally (lie) but damn. Carol's nonbinary swag got me good

Here's some of my headcanons about them 👹👹👹

Nonbinary, obviously. They use they/she but prefer the former

It takes them a little while to warm up to Renfield after he continually Interrupted them, but without Dracula to worry about they are finally given their chance to talk. Renfield apologises for all the times he stopped her from sharing her problems, and they get along now

Emo/alternative music taste. They love MCR and encourage Renfield to get back Into them after he stopped listening to them In the 2010s. They bond over their shared love for the band

Thinking that they're neurodivergent In some way, but they aren't bothered enough by It to get a diagnosis

Everyone In DRAAG has had their nails painted by Carol at one point or another. Mark Is their most frequent victim of this I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL!!!!

They're either bi or a lesbian. Big woman liker

They steal Bob's old jackets because they like baggy and masculine clothing

For a few years they struggled with their gender Identity, since they wanted to be percieved as genderless but also be able to wear makeup. The support group helped them to realise that they can be androgynous and still wear makeup at the same time

[spiders-rob]

NSFW Headcanons for Renfield 2023 Characters

Robert Montague Renfield

I saw someone else headcanon that he has a mostly Phantom of the Opera sex playlist and God, that's so true. You're absolutely right.

more submissive type stuff:

Likes:

His hair played with

Light choking

Hand feeding

(Off) Limits:

Being told in detail what his partner is about to do to him

Pain (receiving)

Blood (weird memories yo)

Drugs

Insults

more dominant type stuff:

Usually being in restraints but it depends. Occasionally he's into it.

Biting

Picking his partner up/holding them in place

Calling his partner bug or bugbug (yeah don't think about that one too much, dude)

Rebecca Quincy

Honestly he's not particular he just enjoys being in control

Cowgirl (lol. Because of the book. Do you get it? Do you get it??)

Competence kink!!!!

Wrestling and grappling with one another

Compliments: Giving compliments and Getting compliments

Will make lots of awkward jokes to relieve the tension/anxiety

Once accidentally killed the mood by making herself laugh so hard (at a funny voice impression she did) that her wine came up through her nose.

Tedward "Teddy" Lobo

Will do a line or three (or a centipede) off of like, any body part.

Look, let's be honest we all know he has a barely-repressed Mommy kink that will surface the second he loses composure, ok?

Claims to be a dom. Is absolutely not that. 100% submissive brat.

Will attempt dirty talk but will frequently stumble over his words (when he doesn't plan them out extensively ahead of time) and then backtrack trying to correct himself.

Likes to record it so he can "prove he fucks" (??? Babe, what)

"Teasingly/knowingly" asks "do you like that?" But is absolutely not actually bragging and is genuinely unironically seeking reassurance

Carol

The type of guy who thinks the stripper/prostitute/cam worker actually likes him lmao.

He'd do pretty much anything to be called a "good boy" but he has to get over himself or just be unbearably horny to admit that instead of claiming to hate it/viewing it as an "accusation"

He has had so much unfulfilling/uncomfortable sex because he tells himself that the mild panic he feels when taking control is "exhilaration". (Exhilaration is supposed to be fun, dude)

Body painting on her partner

Tantric sex

Likes to make jokes/laugh to deflect from the vulnerability

Idk man she's really hard to get a read on honestly.

Bellafrancesca Lobo

Her partners have a habit of turning up in little pieces throughout the city dumpsters once she's done with them so like...approach with caution

Attracted to power

Mark :)

Like she's dominant but she's only attracted to other doms and then they compete to see who can keep up with eachother

Pretty vanilla tbh

Has a surprising amount of hangups

Likes sexy dancing as foreplay

Gentle

Caitlyn Bergman

Running hands over each other's faces

Generally considerate

Wants a fairytale romance (or maybe a bodice-ripper fantasy)

Attracted to witty remarks/sarcasm

Honestly still figuring out what she likes after Mitch.

Likes dressing up in sexy lingerie

Kate Quincy

Ace so nope

"Wait, people actually experience sexual attraction? That wasn't a joke?"

Bob

Surprisingly gentle and tender

Like for such a tense/angry guy he basically just wants very gentle sweet intimacy

Says a lot of reassurances

Checks in a lot to make sure his partner is ok

He's very masculine and "tough" and people tend to expect him to be the one doing all the pursuing/masculine role stuff, so little sweet romantic gestures like getting him flowers or complimenting him etc go a LONG way. Just genuinely calling him pretty without irony or sarcasm makes him blush like crazy and his heart races.

Kevin

Really likes it when his partner wears perfume. Especially something floral.

Long makeout sessions

Trevanté

Takes a long time for him to trust someone enough for anything

A bit of a showoff

Will put his hand over his partner's and guide them

Very direct communication. Will say plainly what he wants/likes and ask questions upfront.

[stradithebird]

What it looks like when Cratchit tries to ask for a higher pay

[brsb4hls]

'My life is like a never ending hallway of funhouse mirrors, but all the clowns are me'

[effloradox]

cornelia street; robert m. renfield.

track nine of LOVER

pairing: robert renfield x f!reader

synopsis: your soulmate’s first words to you are written on your wrist

word count: 3.2k

The modern world was confusing. Renfield had watched the world change rapidly around him during his century as Dracula’s familiar and the way humans had changed never failed to surprise him. It had made life more difficult for him, Dracula’s need for good quality blood was harder to fulfil in a world where the influence of the church was increasingly slipping and sour blood was more common than ever before. His master didn’t understand that, of course, and just berated his familiar for doing such a poor job in attending to his needs.

Finding DRAAG had been a good twist of fate. New Orleans wasn’t quite what he’d expected, slightly more lawless than he’d initially assumed, but it had plenty of derelict buildings that he could move Dracula between if they were to be discovered and people went missing frequently enough that taking victims to his master wasn't going to alert too much suspicion. The group had become something of a lifeline for him after a few weeks in the city. He’d followed Bob inside after thinking he would make a good victim, and five weeks later he was still coming to the group. Everyone was so desperately sad, and a part of Renfield had identified with their stories and that kept him coming back.

It was especially hard listening to the people who had realised they were codependent with their soulmate. To watch them lament that this was meant to be the perfect person for them and they had fallen into destructive patterns with them had hit a sore spot somewhere deep inside Renfield. He’d never met his soulmate, his marriage to his late wife had been one of convenience rather than based on a soul bond, and it didn’t mean he loved her any less but his heart had always ached that he’d probably never meet his soulmate. Him and his master had moved so frequently that he was sure his soulmate had passed him by like ships in the night, or day really since he and his master did all their travelling by night.

If his master had ever noticed him absentmindedly tracing his words, he had never commented on it. His master didn’t have any words, Renfield had checked one time when he’d been tending to his needs, and he was sure if he ever brought up being lonely his master would begin another speech about how he didn’t need a soulmate, that they had each other and that humans were beneath them. The lectures had been focused solely on bringing his master back to full power recently but they had been happening more frequently, like tonight for instance. He’d been ready to go to the DRAAG meeting when Dracula had started another lecture about having to consume sour blood again and wanting Renfield to find him some nuns to eat.

He’d arrived late to this meeting, nervously babbling out an apology to Mark and the others as he took a seat in the back circle. It had taken him a few minutes to realise that there was a new face sitting with the group. She was sitting next to Carol, and the two seemed to know each other based on how they’d moved their chairs to be closer together. They were whispering quietly to each other, not quite loud enough to be audible but enough that he knew they were doing so. He tried not to stare, but there was something about Carol’s friend that had entranced him. He began to trace his words again, a nervous habit he’d developed over the years, only stopping when he saw Mark take notice. He waited for Lawrence to finish his share before looking to Renfield.

“Renfield, do you want to share today?”

“No, I’m good I think.” Mark sighed lightly at the denial, clearly having expected it.

“You’ve been coming here for a few weeks now, and you don’t have to say anything, but you’re always welcome to share. This is a safe space for you to speak your truth.”

“I suppose so.” Mark and the rest of the group were quiet for a moment, clearly waiting for another round of pushback from Renfield but when he gave none, Mark proceeded in a gentle tone.

“Is it your soulmate?”

“No, I haven't actually met them yet.” There were a few sympathetic noises from various people sitting in the circle. If they felt bad that a man who looked to be in his thirties hadn’t met his soulmate, he didn’t want to think about how they’d react if they knew he was almost one hundred years old and hadn’t met them. They’d probably refer him for a psychological evaluation if he said that part out loud though; whilst he didn’t exactly take pride in his appearance, Dracula’s ability to stop his body ageing meant he hadn’t physically aged for almost as long as he’d known the Count.

“And do you think the person you’re in a codependent relationship with is taking advantage of that?”

“Honestly? No. My boss he, uh, he’s blank. I don’t think he particularly minds but that also means that he doesn’t care about me and finding my soulmate.” Being blank wasn’t particularly common, and it always invoked a specific sympathy from everyone who found out. The idea that you were a person without another half in a society where that was the norm always tended to put people on edge. Renfield had always been somewhat relieved that Dracula didn’t have a soulmate, the idea of having another vampire to tend to the needs of and transport around seemed like much more hassle than he cared to entertain. One Lord of Darkness was more than enough, thank you very much.

“That must be hard for him, but that doesn't mean that you have to put off your chances of happiness just because he’s blank. Has he ever taken any interest or even acknowledged that you haven’t met your soulmate yet?”

“I don’t think it’s even occurred to him to be honest. I think if anything he’s probably glad, I think it would be fair to say that meeting my soulmate may influence my ability to do my job the way he expects me to.”

“So what would happen, hypothetically speaking, if you were to seek out your soulmate?” The question drew only a blank in Renfield’s mind, and he noticed the flicker of pity that passed over Mark’s face when he struggled to imagine a world where he prioritised himself rather than his boss.

“What do you mean?”

“If you went off and tried to find your soulmate, what would happen?”

“I couldn’t leave my boss for that long.”

“Well, why not?”

“He has this medical condition you see, it means he can’t go out in the daytime, or much at all. If I’m not there to help him, well it doesn’t bear thinking about really.”

“Oh so you’re like a carer then?” Renfield wasn’t sure who spoke up, but it occurred to him that his relationship with his master would sound very strange if he disagreed with the interjection.

“I suppose you could put it like that.”

“I understand that it’s more complex when there are medical needs involved but listen to me Renfield, you cannot put your entire life on hold for someone else. You are important, you have value, and you are more than what your boss seems to see you as.” Renfield shifted uncomfortably in his seat, wringing his hands together. It was much easier attending the meetings when the spotlight wasn’t on him. He stayed quiet in the hopes that someone would interrupt his share but no one came to his rescue and he was left scrambling for something to say next.

“I guess it’s just hard because if he doesn’t have me then there’s no one else who could take care of him. After working for him for so long it wouldn’t feel right to just leave him.” Mark seemed to notice that he was getting more uncomfortable and mercifully decided to open the discussion back to the rest of the group by talking about the sense of duty that came with being codependent before announcing that the meeting was over. Renfield stayed in his seat as most of the group migrated towards the exit. A few people were still inside when he finally stood and went over to the refreshment table, his throat aching for a glass of water. He made quick work of the glass and stood for a moment, cursing himself for speaking ill of his master. He was so in his head that he didn't hear the footsteps coming up behind him until the person spoke.

“I like what you said about your boss.” The world seemed to shift on his axis as he heard the soft voice behind him speak. He turned around and saw the shy smile you were sporting, completely unaware that you had just turned his world upside down in a single sentence. You'd spoken his words.

His words had always confused him slightly, and that had only grown when he's become Dracula's familiar. He'd never been able to imagine a scenario when he'd be freely talking to people about his master, but this made perfect sense in a weird way. He realised that he hadn't spoken yet, and he probably looked like a deer in the headlights and it took him a few beats to come up with a response.

“It’s you.” He watched as it dawned on you what had just occurred between the two of you. The smile that grew on your face made you look truly radiant, like an angel sent directly from above. It felt like he was being saved and being damned all at once and any and all trepidation he’s had about this moment vanished from his mind as he took you in.

“Hey.” The word is soft, you’re clearly still trying to process what’s just happened after all, but it feels like it echoes in his mind, a pleasant change from the way his master’s voice booms through his skull when he deems it fit to communicate like that.

“Hello.”

“I’m, uh, I’m (Y/N).” You gesture to the name sticker on your jacket, and he smiles when he sees a small smiley face drawn next to your name.

“Robert. Robert Montague Renfield.” He holds out a hand to you, trying to hide the slight tremor, and when you take his hand it feels like a shock running through his body. It’s electrifying and relaxing all at once and it’s perfect. You’re perfect.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you.”

“It’s funny really, of all the places in the world I never expected it to be at a codependency anonymous group.” It occurred to Renfield that you hadn’t spoken at all during the meeting and he truly hopes you’re not here because of some awful person you can’t escape from. All his anxieties are put to rest when you reply though.

“I’m not codependent actually, I’m just here to support Carol. But, if you’d like help with your situation, I’d be more than happy to listen. Or if not, we can just grab a coffee, get to know each other?”

“I’d like that very much.” You beam at him before turning to the refreshment table and picking up one of the small business cards that had been scattered amongst the snacks. You grab the pen that lay next to the name tags and write something on the back of the card, handing it to him.

“I need to take Carol home but you should call me. We can go grab that coffee.”

“I will. Yes, definitely.” He watched as you turned to face Carol and the two of you made your way to the exit. You turned back to face him, giving him a small wave as you walked out into the cool night, and Renfield was left alone in the gymnasium. It was only then that it occurred to him that he had no plans for people to bring to Dracula to satisfy him tonight. He cursed himself lightly under his breath as he walked outside and began the walk back to the hospital. The closer he got the more anxious he became, and it was only when he passed the church that his luck seemed to change. He spotted a woman, maybe in her late twenties or early thirties, leaning against the wall and looking to be in rather bad shape. He’d been cautious upon approaching her in case she was with someone but when she drunkenly slurred out that her friends had ditched her, her fate was sealed. It hadn’t been difficult to overpower her, the chloroform in his pocket had done its job as quickly as ever and, with the aid of a bug, it had been easy to pull her into a bridal hold and walk the rest of the way back to the hospital.

Luck seems to remain on his side as he makes it the entire walk without spotting a single patrolling police car, and once he got to the hospital it was easy for him to drop the body onto one of the gurneys he always left near the entrance and then push that the rest of the way. He made it through the hospital without hearing his master until finally reaching the room his master spent most of his time residing in.

“Renfield! Where have you been? Where’s my dinner?”

“Right here, master!” He pushes the unconscious body off the gurney to the ground just shy of the makeshift throne his master was currently sitting in. Dracula didn’t look at all pleased by the offering, slowly rising to his feet. His recovery from their run-in with the vampire hunters had been a slow one, but his skin had finally started to grow back and, whilst he was revolting to look at, it meant he was nearly fully healed again.

“Is it a nun?”

“Um, well, no, but she was hanging around outside a church when I found her?” The answer seemed to satisfy his master enough for the vampire to start feeding from the body. It had been fairly easy for Renfield to become accustomed to the blood and gore that came with being a familiar but the sound of Dracula ravenously feeding on some soon-to-be corpse never failed to make him queasy.

“Not as sour as most of the other trash you’ve brought me. Bring me more like this one Renfield.”

“Yes master.” Renfield went about his usual tasks whilst his master fed; moving the depleted corpses to the pile he’d made a few rooms down from the main chamber of the hospital and trying to keep himself occupied until he could move the fresh body. It didn’t take long for Dracula to drain her fully, but his master’s mood seemed to shift when Renfield approached.

“You smell different, Renfield.”

“I’m sorry?” He watched as Dracula rose to his feet, shifting rapidly around him and coming to a stop just in front of him after a moment. Renfield’s eyes dropped to the floor automatically as he waited for his master to speak to him.

“You met your soulmate.” It wasn’t a question, Renfield realised, but an observation. It was all he could do to nod, questioning how on Earth his master could possibly know he’d met his soulmate from his smell.

“How did you-?”

“It changes the blood of a man, meeting his soulmate. Sweetens the blood, makes it sing.” Dracula’s voice lilted slightly at the mere idea and Renfield felt his heart drop. His chance of having a normal relationship with his soulmate seemed to be going out the window with every word his master spoke.

“Oh.”

“I do hope that this won’t change your fealty, Renfield. I would hate to have to…remove any distractions that come your way.” The hand on the back of his neck makes Renfield flinch, and he listens as Dracula chuckles deeply whilst tracing his carotid artery with one of his nails. He never presses deep enough to draw blood, but the warning is heavy in the air. He hates the way he quivers under his master's touch but after almost a century of knowing just how lethal Dracula’s clawed nails are, the reaction is uncontrollable.

“I, uh, of course not, master.”

“Good.” As Dracula slowly shuffled away from him, Renfield was left with the impression that this wasn’t the end of the discussion. He doesn’t move until Dracula tells him to leave, and it’s with a sigh of relief that he realises that the conversation is indeed over for now. He walks out of the main chamber, leaning against one of the walls after a brisk walk, and slides down until he’s resting on the floor. He’s not sure how long he spends sitting on the floor trying to quiet his mind and failing. The only thing that pulls him back to reality is when he slides his hand into one of his suit pockets and feels the business card with your number on it. He pulls his phone from his back pocket, tracing his fingers over your number on the business card in his other hand. He types your number in, toying with the idea of what he should send to you. He types multiple messages before trying something simpler and more to the point.

Hello, (Y/N). It’s Robert Renfield. Would you still be up for grabbing that coffee?

He presses send before he has time to debate whether it’s a good first message to his soulmate, and he locks his phone, letting it flop down onto his chest. He lets out a sigh, and closes his eyes. He only opens them when he feels his phone vibrate, and he looks down to see if you’ve responded.

Hi Robert! I’d love to, how does 9am sound?

The fact you responded so quickly makes him smile slightly, and it almost makes him forget about his master’s threat. Almost.

That sounds perfect.

Awesome, see you outside the gym? I know a great coffee shop nearby :)

I look forward to seeing you.

He shuts his phone off after sending the final message, letting his eyes close once again. He doesn’t have a bed here, hasn’t for a long time now, and he feels the edges of sleep start to close in on him. His last thought before falling asleep is that he needs to come up with a cover story for when you inevitably ask him about everything he shared at the codependency group because there’s no way you’ll believe that he’s a vampire’s familiar.

[nicoleanell]

I've always been distracted by RENFIELD'S FACE and also CAROL'S FACE :(( but i just noticed while making this gif set Mark's hand reaching over toward him on the left. 🥺😢

^^ dude

[xxgothchatonxx]

Hi, Renfield fandom, I just realized the irony of Carol (played by Jenna Kannell) talking about how her life is like "a neverending hallway of funhouse mirrors, but all the clowns are me”

(edit: the second pic is from ‘Terrifier’ where Jenna’s character is stalked by a creepy demon clown)

I have no idea if that was an intentional wink-to-the-audience reference but, fuck it, I’ll take it.

[alterkrystal]

Anniversary Days 4 - 5

I couldn't decide between Teddy, Mandy, Carol or Mark for Day 4, so I just went "FUCK IT!" and did Teddy instead. I just think he's silly!

(SIDE NOTE: This is the very first time I drew Teddy Lobo, so he may appear a bit inaccurate in this first attempt!)

As for Day 5? Oh Jesus, that was a hard one, so I just went with two ships at once. Now, I'm gonna admit.. At first, I didn't really see the chemistry between Renfield and Rebecca during my first time watching the movie, but I began to see it in my second watch. It's not *really* my favorite favorite, but I still consider it to be alright. At least in my opinion! Besides, she seemed happy with Ren in the end..

(Similar pose as last time, but nyeh, who cares?)

However I also drew Dracula and Bella, mainly got inspiration from another artist's submission for that. I would say a joke I thought of when drawing it in the Cookie Run style once again, but I don't know if it's appropriate. My bad!

Coming up next, expect to see Dracula once again for Day 6. And once Day 7 comes I'm gonna go ALL-OUT, so be prepared! ..And then I'm gonna go back to focusing on other things I need to get done.

@renfield-anniversary

[pinkiepiebones]

If I may... I wanted to request a story of post-canon Renfield as a happy father (no specific preference as to how or with whom), if that's something you'd feel comfortable with. I just want him to be able to try again, and I think he really would be a great dad 🥺💕

Post-Dracula and with a nonbinary partner and me once again demonstrating how little I know about the world (also this has no ending because I Am Bad At Endings)

*

Months and months ago the topic came up. Robert had been with his partner for some time now, time enough that the notion of settling down was an obtainable reality and not just a distant glimmer in the darkness.

"I think you'd make an amazing dad," his partner said happily. But there was a hesitancy in their tone. A hand on their belly, simple ring catching the sunlight. They couldn't help him in that endeavor. That had been mentioned shortly after they had begun dating; fumbling with clothes and an awkward blurting out of I can't get pregnant and a bright red blush in Robert's face.

Robert smiled and took their hand and kissed their fingers. "You'd make an amazing parent as well. I'm serious. I want to be a parent again. With you."

"So... I guess we need to find a surrogate?"

Robert tilted his head a little, like a dog hearing an unfamiliar sound. His partner chuckled at his confusion.

"Someone who can get pregnant."

That blush rose again, tinging Robert's cheekbones pink. "Or," Robert said softly, kissing his partner's knuckles and the back of their hand, "we adopt."

-

It was difficult to adopt. Not because of the bureaucracy; having a friend with a law enforcement background with a sister in the FBI came in handy for cultivating a reasonable facsimile of a regular human life for Robert. A century of servitude and murder and other crimes were not just swept under a rug, but buried beneath the foundation of a basement of a rug store. Robert's age became a perfectly acceptable 39 year old, his story a succinct "born and raised near London, got a degree in real estate law, moved to America, fell in love." And his partner, a mortal with no supernatural entanglements, needed no such work. Quite easily done.

The process was difficult because Robert wanted to adopt every child.

Robert's partner squeezed his hand gently. "Babe, I truly love how big your heart is, but we don't live in your heart. We have a two bedroom house."

--

Robert watched the toddler in the play room. Tears were stinging his eyes. The child had been orphaned and maimed in a car accident. No living family. The adoption agent had told Robert and his partner that usually babies are adopted quickly, but her having just one full arm deterred a lot of potential parents. Robert's partner scoffed at the notion of parents wanting flawless children before considering the cost of prosthetics. Robert reached over and took his partner's hand in his. Their rings clinked together, softly.

"She's perfect."

---

The wait between finalising the paperwork and actually bringing their daughter home was almost agonising. Robert's support group, Rebecca, Kate, his coworkers, and his partner's friends organised a baby shower.

"We know she's not a baby," Rebecca said, "but calling it a 'toddler shower' or a 'kid shower' just felt weird." She grinned and handed over a pair of matching shirts for the soon-to-be parents- a #1 DAD for Robert, a #1 PARENT for his partner.

"Have you thought about what she's gonna call you? Like, Robert's obviously gonna be 'dad' or 'daddy' or 'papa,' you know?" Karla asked as Robert got teary over more gifts- little clothes, little toys. His partner shook their head.

"I guess I can be 'mom,' but that feels... weird."

Trevante nodded. "Yeah, no offense, but you don't have mom vibes."

"Mod would be cool," Carol offers as she hands Robert an envelope containing a gift card. "It's a blend of 'mom' and 'dad,' and she can say 'Moddy and Daddy,' which sounds cute, if that's what you two want."

Robert's partner hmmed. "I kinda like that one."

"Beats being 'parent'," Rob said. Then, "no offense to the shirts you got them, Rebecca."

"None taken."

Mark gave a gentle speech about Robert's growth and progress. Robert buried his face in the crook of his partner's neck and wept happily. His partner was crying too; they never imagined in their wildest dreams that they would ever be this happy.

----

The first week their daughter was home, the three slept in the same bed. Their daughter was nestled between them, sleeping with a smile on her round face. Robert and his partner watched her with awe- they watched everything she did with awe, really- and whispered about the life they wanted for her. Safe and happy and never doubtful of her parent's love for her.

Robert's partner delicately kissed their daughter's forehead. Robert followed their example. It was night, and it was mostly dark in their bedroom, save for the soft warm glow of the moonlight streaming through the window. It was the first time in a very, very, very long tome that he was not afraid of the dark.

-----

Robert scooped their daughter up onto his shoulders so she could see the parade. She shrieked with delight and nearly dropped her cotton candy on her father's head.

"Hey, no fair," her moddy said jokingly, "I wanna see, too!" Moddy pretended to start climbing Robert. Their daughter squealed and kicked her little legs in Robert's grasp.

"Nooo, Daddy's only got room for me!"

Moddy laughed and patted their daughter's little foot. "Oh, you're right, I guess we'll have to take turns on Daddy's shoulders then, huh?"

"Yup!" Their daughter handed her cotton candy to Moddy so she could tug Robert's unruly hair. "Daddy, hold Moddy up next, okay?" Robert laughed and smiled and leaned down carefully to kiss his partner, which elicited an 'ewwww!' from their daughter.

------

Robert cried on their daughter's first day of school.

"What if she misses us? What if they mock her prosthetic arm? What if they bully her for being adopted?

"She'll be okay, snickerdoodle. We raised her to be tough. She knows Aunt Rebecca and Aunt Kate will arrest the bullies." His partner smiles and kisses his tear-stained cheek.

"She's so lucky to have a dad like you." A pause. "I'm so lucky to have a husband like you."

Robert sniffles and smiles. "If it's a contest of luck, I hit the ultimate jackpot with you two."

-----

For Halloween, their daughter is a vampire. She's running around the house in a cape and yelling around plastic fangs, "I am a vampire! I'm so scary! Give me candy!"

Robert had objected to the costume initially and when their daughter asked why he gave her the reasoning I'm afraid of vampires. It wasn't a lie. Their daughter had giggled and told him, "I will be a good vampire, I'll fight the bad ones to keep you safe Daddy."

Moddy put a stop to the running by announcing it was time to go terrorise the neighbourhood. "Where's your costume, Moddy?" their daughter asks.

"I'm a werewolf."

"But you look like you!"

"Well, it's not a full moon tonight, is it?"

Their daughter argues that that is a silly costume and bounds to the door, eager to participate with the ghosts and ghouls outside. Moddy turns to Robert.

"You sure you'll be okay alone? We'll be gone about an hour."

Robert nods and adjusts the orange ears on his headband- he's a tiger this year. "Someone's got to be here for the trick or treaters."

Their partner stands on their toes to press a kiss to his lips. "I love you, my good boy." A shriek of disgust rang out from their daughter.

"Halloween's supposed t'be fun scary, not gross scary!"

Moddy smirks and wraps their arms around Robert and makes loud MWAH kissy noises as they pepper his face. Their daughter giggles and yelps "nooooo!" and reaches for the doorknob. Then, she remembers something, and dashes off to find her backpack.

She returns and presents her daddy with a craft stick cross covered in bright pink glittery craft paint.

"This will keep you safe while me an' Moddy are gone" she says with a serious tone. Then, excitedly, to Moddy, "let's go! We gotta go before all the good candy's gone!"

Robert presses the cross to his chest. He smiles bright.

[captainx-camino]

The possibility of Hellsing coming back for the sequel just makes me all the more suspicious of why Carol is constantly taking notes while Renfield is talking

[popironrye]

Of all the deleted/alternate scenes in Renfield

The extended slaughter of the support group in the gym is the one I wished stayed in the final cut the most. Dracula going ham slicing through them is great, but a couple extras thrown in really emphasizes the sheer power and threat Dracula is. From slinging poor Carol in the air with a single swipe or flinging Bob's body over his head with one hand was so damn fun to watch.

[spiders-rob]

Headcanons: How Renfield (2023) characters feel about people shorter/taller than them

Dracula: Physical stature is irrelevant. Humans are all ants whether they know it yet or not.

Tedward: With taller people, he will be insecure and he will take it out on the other person by mocking their height. With shorter people, he will bully and mock them about being short.

Carol: Tall women are beautiful but intimidating. Tall men are kinda scary but she would not admit this. Short women are friend-shaped and sometimes very cute. Short men are literally just some guy. All non-binary people are fellow queers regardless of height and therefore Carol will relax more around them.

Caitlyn: attracted to tall men. She knows she's not ready to date again yet tho so it's mostly hypothetical. Anyway she's got a crush on a woman so once she is ready to date her feelings about tall men might be kinda irrelevant.

Karla: Finds shorter people pretty/cute.

Bob: As long as you don't joke about his height you're fine

Rebecca: "Height is a social construct", Will make short jokes about herself but that is not permission for anyone else to do so. Unless you're funny.

Robert: He's pretty tall so if you're taller than him it's surprising anyway. A bit nervous about fighting people taller than him, as seen in canon. He does worry about "looming" over others as he doesn't generally want to come off as intimidating/suspicious. He's also used to wanting to be smaller in order to go unnoticed/be less of a target. This all put together means he tends to hunch in on himself or try to seem smaller (especially around shorter people) when he's feeling insecure or nervous. Occasionally people will compliment his height and he gets very flustered.

Mandy: Enjoys it when people underestimate her for her height/gender/etc. It's funny because then she kills them and the look on their face is priceless.

Mark: He had a thing for tall guys in high-school but at this point he doesn't really care as much.

Kate: Doesn't really care unless she's teasing Rebecca about being short. (Sibling privileges.) Rebecca teases her about being tall which she doesn't care about but acts offended by/bickers back about, on principle. She does take note of everyone's height but that's more in a "constantly remembering details about people in case they turn out to be criminals and she needs to give a detailed report" fbi paranoia kind of way.

[coiled-dragon]

Renfield for the fandom ask, and I just double checked- the German steelbook bluray disc will be region locked but the 4K UHD disc is NOT!!!! :D

Send me a fandom!

The first character I first fell in love with:  Renfield :,3 cant be a surprise, come now! The character I never expected to love as much as I do now: Rebecca tbh! I thought Id hate her character but nahhhh I love her The character everyone else loves that I don’t: I dont think I really disproportionately dislike a character that everyone else loves? The character I love that everyone else hates:  Lol Rebecca :, ) Maybe its not the MAJORITY but it does feel like a LOT of people fucking hates her The character I used to love but don’t any longer: None tbh I still love them all The character I would totally smooch:  RENFIIIIIIELDDDD LEMME SMOOCH The character I’d want to be like:  Hmm... Mark I think. He was genuinely a good guy trying to help others and he has a lot of empathy and understanding (at least, I understoof it as that). He does loose one point for letting Renfield steamroll over Carol the one time tho I feel like it took her a while to even open up The character I’d slap:  Teddy, just because... good GOD he needs a woman to slap him around.... A pairing that I love: Dracfieeeeeld <3 Love them in all their toxicity! But besides them since they are the Obvious Answer, Teddybecca. Because she pegs him and I adore the tension of enemies to lovers u3u A pairing that I despise:  Despise is a VERY strong word but the only popular ship Ive been less into is Tedfield. I dont hate it but it doesnt jive with me really at all

ALSO thats great but I honestly dont know if I can even play the 4K LOL,,, I might get it anyway because I do already have the American Blu-ray DVD combo pack and mostly want the Steelbook just... to Have It because im that kind of person :3 <3

[everythingisliminal]

Oooo, I think this is the first game I've ever been tagged in. Thanks @quietsea!

Rules: Seven comfort films, seven people.

The Hobbit (1977)

Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind (1984)

A Muppet Christmas Carol (1992)

The Fountain (2006)

The Man From Earth (2007)

Moana (2016)

Renfield (2023)

Tagging @vyragosa @fernthefanciful @warmspice @mechanicalsquid @thiii @eelhound @the-absolutely-feral-goblin

[wack-ashimself]

*When the scene changes its' entire focus to the lead just because they entered the scene.

"Ok, yeah; Fuck Carol I guess. That's...I hate her too."

-renfield