"...I am, so far as concerns things purely terrestrial, somewhat in the position which Enoch occupied spiritually!" "And why with Enoch?" "Because he walked with God."
Hello, Tumblr! My full name is Robert Montague Renfield, however I prefer to be addressed simply as "Renfield", especially if we do not know of each other.
I use he/him pronouns and masculine terms, although neutral terms are also reluctantly accepted. I am well over a century old, but bodily I am a fresh adult.
What to expect of this blog + DNI is below the cut!
This blog will consist of source rants, reblogs of posts that I relate to or am amused by, and occasionally worship of a certain Somebody. I am a familiar after all, I have to display my loyalty!
Some things you might see me reblog: insects, bats, master/servant themes, yearning, baking and sweets, gothic aesthetics, and media relating to blood.
I would appreciate if people below the bodily age of fifteen or above twenty-five interact with slight caution, as I do not wish to make anybody uncomfortable. On my more concrete "do not interact" list are: homophobes, transphobes, ableists, proshippers, anti-otherkin... I shouldn't even have to clarify some of these things, right-?
As for who should interact? My Master. I mean, haha... just people who would appreciate my rants and reblogs. Individuals who remember me or that I remember are also welcomed, unless you're Doctor Seward or Jonathan Harker. (I jest, I jest!... Somewhat.)
"My God, man! You're eating insects right from the ground!" "What makes you say that?" "I can see one trying to get out of your mouth!"
I thought him and I were on good terms. He says we're friends. He called me "Ren" yesterday because he wanted me to get used to nicknames, since I don't use them. I thought it was okay between us.
I don't think friends are supposed to make each other feel like this.
He isn't supposed to use Him against me. I'm not supposed to be panicking over his words if he's my friend. And he isn't supposed to be threatening me like that if I'm his friend.
I need to hear Him. I need to see His messages. I need to feel Him at my arms. I need to hold Him close. I need to be told that I'm worth something. I need to be assured that I'm His. I need to-
I loathe every second away from Him. I don't know what to do without Him. He takes up all of my thoughts, my desires, my- everything!!
He tells me that He has plans He must put into action, and that He will return to me afterwards. I am to wait! I am to wait, like a hound at the door, for His arrival.
This is torture! I know that He's aware I can't last long without Him. I believe He's not doing this on purpose, but it hurts me all the same.
I am not a patient man, not in the slightest. However, I am a devoted one. I will obey and wait, only because I must, only because He told me to.
The urge to aid vampires in any way is overwhelming. The moment I spot one, I am immediately seized by the need to ensure their wellbeing and ask if they require any assistance or praise. Oh, being a familiar is difficult! The need to serve, the need to be devoted! What a need it is!
