#adrian tepes

[alucarddaily]

Castlevania art by storyboard artist & animator @karekareo 🦇❤️

[thewildnopeboat]

Would both of them, in say a fit where both want to annoy Lisa, turn into wolves and just Yap? Huskies are rather loud, but also respond to each other calls. Some even are thought to piss off other parts of the pack, even humans, doing this, to incite play or more Yap.

I came across a video of two huskies playing tug of war, and then I thought “Wait a minute. Alucard can turn into a wolf (which also means Dracula definitely can) and this image of them popped into my head.

Lisa found it cute the first time, but when they get a little too serious about it, then it’s not funny or cute anymore.

[demigoddessqueens]

I have so many thoughts and emotions about the new portrait!!!

Alucard’s warm smile?? The drip on Sypha oml!!! Trevor’s dignified outfit

And baby Belmont grabbing Alu’s hair like he did with Lisa 🥹🥲💔💕

[drolta]

this is the cuntiest thing he’s ever done

[draculagetspegged]

The baby grabbing at Alucard's hair the way baby Alucard grabbed at Lisa's...

The white flowers in the bottom right corner that seem to be the same kind that were left for Lisa by the old woman after she was burned...

The books Sypha is touching could be another reference to Lisa (or Dracula himself and his vast knowledge), but I'm feeling it could also be for the Belmont family and their library...

Truly a family portrait.

[egguv]

I'M CRUCIFIED, CRUCIFIED LIKE MY SAVIOUR SAINTLIKE BEHAVIOUR, A LIFETIME I PRAYED

[nyxshadowhawk]

Official art from the Castlevania box set by Kloysius

[caleb-crow]

It's our boy, Lisa.

[sorceress-of-stories]

🩸Blood of Origin - Alucard x Reader 🩸

Chapter 11

SUMMARY: Your souls were bound by the cruel thread of the fate. He was blessed by the blood coursing in his veins, you by the unknown. But as destiny took its course, the safety and peace in which you lived was violently ripped away. Fractured and broken, you walked the agonizing path that destiny set before you, unaware it would lead you back to where it all began.

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You are the main character of this story. There is no direct description of reader's hair/eyes/body etc.

fake pagan-based spirituality that is important to the plot

slow burn. we start from before the events of season 1 and span throughout the entirety of the series

[TRIGGER WARNINGS:]

this story may contain the following: strong language, blood/gore/violence, alluding to SA (only in one part), sexual themes, death/ grieving, and more.

Viewer discretion advised

Part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 |

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Castle Dracula, June 1474

YOU FELT THE SLOW TRANSITION OF SPRING IN TO SUMMER deep within your being, the pulse and pull of its strong energy coursing through your veins. You tried to pay it little mind as you helped saddle the two horses that stood in front of massive doors of the castle, but it seemed they felt the energy as well. They neighed and butt their heads against your palms, begging for affection. You laughed, gently placing your hand to their neck in attempt to soothe them and continue to prepare them for their journey. A week prior, Lisa had received an urgent and desperate letter calling for aid to a small child in a foreign city. The young girl was not yet five and struggled to maintain breath, her parents unable to ease her discomfort and lacked the knowledge to heal her. The child was too ill and weak to make the journey to the cottage in Wallachia, and so Aunt Lisa decided she would travel to treat the child instead. Dracula had insisted he accompany her, the idea less than pleasant for her to be traveling alone for such an extended period of time, as she had predicted they would not return until autumn. And so, they scheduled to leave as soon as the necessary medicines were prepared.

"Please forgive me for leaving so close to the solstice and your birthday, my dear. I will find a way to make it up to you." she embraced you tightly, an apologetic look flooding her beautiful face.

"The life of a child is more important than celebrating another one of my birthdays," you returned her hug, "there is nothing to forgive."

"Yes, but I still feel awful about it. When we return, I promise to bring back a gift."

"There is no need, Aunt Lisa."

"A need, maybe not. But your uncle and I already decided on it. You cannot change our minds." she smiled humorously.

"Your aunt is right, my dear." Dracula crossed the threshold with Adrian, both carrying large travel bags upon their shoulders. "We've already decided."

You rolled your eyes playfully while you and Lisa stood back as the two immortals finished preparing the horses. Within a few moments everything was completed. Lisa hugged you and Adrian close to her chest, as did Dracula, before he helped Lisa onto her mount. You stood next to the dhampir as you both waved them off, well-wishes and heartfelt goodbyes exchanged only until their forms were no longer visible on the horizon.

Despite the obvious absence of Lisa and Dracula, you and Adrian enjoyed the emptiness of the castle. You wandered its many galleries, marveling at the treasures that still took your breath away just as they had when you were young children: Large stone monoliths of civilizations long forgotten, gargantuan bones from creatures that roamed the earth eons ago, large crystalline structures that were nearly as tall as the vaulted ceilings. At night you prepared and cooked supper together, the dining hall filled with laughter and warmth as you spoke of anything and nothing and everything in between. Adrian's heart would fill with joy when he was the cause of it, and soon he became addicted to the feeling. He watched you when your attention was focused elsewhere, always careful to look away before you caught him, enamored by your presence. How your hair shined in the light of the sun as you both walked the forest of the castle grounds. The determination in your eyes to perfect a certain way of shielding yourself while you sparred. The calmness that surrounded your being when you greeted the creatures of the forest, a smile at your lips that made your face glow. The melodic sound of your voice as you sang softly to the nature spirits, the tenderness of your touch when you combed your hand through the various plants and ferns that dotted the landscape. Every single time he looked upon you, it was harder and harder for him to look away. A voice in the back of his mind attempted to come forth, to be heard and honored, but he willed it to be silent, afraid of what it meant to listen.

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Castle Dracula, June 21st 1474

THE DARNKESS OF NIGHT ENSHOURDED THE LAND completely, only punctuated by the trillions of stars that glittered from the heavens. A roaring bonfire stood in the middle of the beach, at the halfway point of the lakeshore and edge of the forest. Its red and orange flames licked up the sides of the large logs Adrian had placed earlier that day, a cloud of smoke unfurling skyward. He watched you with near spiritual reverence as you danced around the fire, your movements in perfect rhythm to the drum in your hands. With every graceful twirl and swish of your hips he was captivated, unable and unwilling to look away.

You felt the vibrant thrum of the summer solstice course through your veins with an intoxicating surge. Your power felt ever present, the warmth of your light seeming to radiate from your being. You channeled the rhythm of the drum to match the energetic shower around you, in perfect tempo with your heartbeat. You felt everything around you, the breath of the trees and the warmth of their spirits as they watched you dance. How the sand was soft beneath your feet, the pulses of your movement reverberating down to the core of the earth. How Adrian's golden gaze never left you, the intensity of its energy nearly as molten as the fire beside you. Your body came to a gradual stop as the last echo of the drum gave out, chest heaving with your exertions. The fire roared as the silence of night finally registered in your ears, as did the calling of crickets and hush of wind that brushed your cheek. For a long moment you said nothing, bringing your breath to center. You peered at him, a small gasp leaving your lips as you saw him. Adrian's golden gaze was dark, swirling with something in their molten depths you could not place. He sat straight, not unlike how he holds himself while preparing to strike.

"Adrian, are you alright?" you spoke gently as you walked towards him, your brows furrowed in worry.

"I'm fine," he closed his eyes for a moment before opening them, "it's the wine, is all." Whatever you saw was gone in an instant as he came back to himself. He shifted the nearly full goblet in his hands nervously, avoiding your gaze.

"Do you feel it, the energy in the air? I've never felt it this potent in previous years." you gazed at him with curiosity before settling down beside him and pouring your own glass of wine. You had brought a small basket of provisions with you for the celebration, and it sat to the side nearly untouched.

He took a deep drink of his goblet before meeting your gaze. "I did feel something, yes."

"Oh?" your eyebrow quirked as the rich flavor of the wine graced your tongue.

"A shift, like magick." he finally met your eyes, voice low in attempt to settle the emotions that flooded him. You lapsed into a comfortable silence as you continued to drink from your goblets. As the spirit coursed through your veins, you became even more aware of the living woods that surrounded you.

"There are so many spirits who are showing themselves tonight." you marveled at the multitude of colors you saw emerging from the flora and fauna of the landscape around you. They shimmered in and out of sight, but you felt their presence at the back of your neck.

"It must have been your dance. It was a rite, wasn't it?" Adrian dipped his chin, studying you with light eyes.

"More so an offering, paying my respects to the land. But I suppose yes, it was a ceremony and rite." you drank from your own cup, eyes meeting his evenly.

"I suppose, then, I should pay my own respects." he finished the rest of the wine in his goblet before setting it aside. With graceful movements he stood, extending his palm out towards you. You eyed it for a moment before placing your hand into his own. It was warm and strong as he directed you to before the bonfire, only a few paces from where you danced minutes before.

"Do you remember the steps my father and mother taught us?" he brought his hand to your waist, the other held to shoulder level.

"Of course," you wrapped your arm around his neck, the other still held firmly in his grasp, "do you?"

"Of course," he echoed, golden eyes boring into your own. With a slight tilt of his chin he began to move, you mirroring his movements effortlessly. The world around you fell away as you danced as one, his touch tethering you to the beach and forest. Adrian held you close as he maneuvered you both with ease around the bonfire, eyes never leaving your own. He could feel the rise and fall of your breath against his chest, how your heart hammered against your ribs. He heard the nearly imperceptible hum that escaped you as he held you closer, the soft breath of your lips fanning his face.

"I can hear your heart beating," the words escaped him before he could stop them, the wine coursing through his body and muddling his thoughts.

You laughed softly as you peered at him through your lashes. "That is what happens when one dances."

"Hmm," he closed his eyes as he inhaled the scent of smoke in your hair, the sweetness of the wine on your lips, "wine doesn't help either."

"No," you breathed, "it doesn't."

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Castle Dracula, July 1474

THE SUN SHONE DOWN FROM THE HEAVENS, basking everything its rays touched in brilliant golden light. The dense tree canopy above shielded you both from the scorching heat, the slight breeze that combed through the leaves a welcome reprieve. Birdsong floated somewhere overhead, and deer grazed just a stone's throw away from where you knelt at the base of an ancient oak. You murmured an incantation in your mother language as you poured the libation atop the thick roots that sprouted from the earth, a quiet greeting and show of respect. A silver bowl sat just off center of the tree trunk, laden with various fruits and breads you have prepared in the kitchen that morning. The scent of rose and frankincense wafted through the air, the smell of it grounding your energy to the forest around you. You felt the thrum of the spirits of the wood around you awaken, their gratitude for your gifts causing a warm feeling to spread throughout your chest. Adrian watched you silently as he stood a few paces away, eyes never leaving your form. Each movement of your arms, each syllable you spoke in your mother tongue, each time you poured the wine from your goblet was captivating. He hadn't thought twice of accepting your invitation to accompany you on your walk that afternoon. It was your birthday, after all. How could he refuse?

"Are they close?" he spoke softly as if not to disturb the peace and tranquility of the forest around him. Though he could never see when the spirits showed themselves to you, he had grown accustomed to the way your body reacted when they would appear. You held yourself more confidently, your back straightened and the air about you grew softer, your eyes brighter.

You stood when the final verse left your lips, and the last drop of wine soaked into the mossy ground beneath your feet. In the corner of your eye, you saw the shimmer of different spirits making themselves known as they approached their offerings. "Yes, they're here."

He peered around the seemingly empty woods. "Hmm."

"Do you wish to offer them something?" you turned to face him, a small smile at your lips.

"I have nothing to offer them, but I do have something for you." he tilted his chin, eyes glinting with amusement.

You blinked, your eyebrows raising in curiosity. "Oh? What is it?"

"Close your eyes." he stated simply. You gave him a curious look before doing so. Adrian watched you for a moment longer to ensure you weren't looking before he pulled the small bundle from his pocket and crossed over to where you stood. With silent and deft hands he unwrapped it, taking precaution as to not make a sound that would alert you of his movements. The only difference you felt was his warmth beside you migrating to your back as he stood behind you. Suddenly you felt his fingers gently brushing the skin of your neck, only to be replaced with the cool sensation of a metal chain and heavy pendant.

"Open them." his voice was soft in your ear. Immediately you did so, your hand finding the large pendant that was now secured around your neck. When you peered down, you could not help the gasp that left your lips. The pendant was made entirely of shining moonstone craved in the shape of an oval. The stone was inlaid in pure silver, as was the intricate chain that it was placed upon. "Happy birthday." he spoke as you turned to face him, a smile tugging at his lips.

"Adrian, this is remarkable. Where did you even get this?" your awe and excitement were palpable, and it made his chest flood with warmth.

"The last trip abroad with my father. The stone was cut and shaped during the full moon to harness its energy." he failed to keep the blush that crept into his cheeks from blooming as he watched your reaction.

You struggled to form the words to express your appreciation as you gazed at him and his radiance. Your chest and body hummed with something you could not place, and no matter how much you tried, you could not look away from his golden eyes that shined like the sun. Before you could fully comprehend what you were doing, you closed the gap between you and pressed your lips gently to his cheek. It lasted only a moment before you pulled away, eyes gleaming. "Thank you, Adrian. I love it."

The dhampir's breath caught, eyes widening in pleasant surprise as he attempted to regain control of his emotions. "I am glad to hear it."

You looked down at the necklace again, carefully cradling it with the tips of your fingers. Unknown emotions flooded your being, each of them pleasant, each of them as equally forbidden. An unspoken rule that was made in childhood whispered to you in the back of your mind, voicing its guilt and shame. But another voice, a stronger and truer one, proclaimed otherwise.

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That night, sleep refused to find you. You lay up on your bed staring at the crossbeams of the ceiling above, a frown at your lips as you gently ran your finger up and down the length of the silver chain. The pendant was cool upon your chest, your night clothes sliding down your shoulders. Your mind whirled with a million thoughts, each as muddled as the last. Despite your best efforts, you could not get the memory of Adrian from earlier that day out of your mind. You kept seeing the way he stood tall, composed and present. How his thick blond hair fell down his shoulders and back, framing his sculpted face and complimenting the golden hue of his eyes. How his porcelain skin shone in the filtered sunlight of the trees above, illuminated as if he was borne from the sun itself. How warm and comforting it felt for your lips to press themselves against his cheek, so unlike when Edwin had kissed you months before.

"That is not the same thing at all." you huffed to yourself, frown deepening. You were right, of course. One was taken from you, the other offered by you. But you couldn't stop yourself from comparing the two. When Edwin kissed you, it was empty and void, as if missing something. But when your lips felt the warmth of Adrian's cheek, it felt anything but. You couldn't help yourself from thinking what it would have been like to have kissed his lips instead. Would it have been just as warm and soft? Would it feel as if it brought you to center, instead of apart? Your breath caught in your chest at the thought, and you immediately shut your eyes tightly, willing it to disappear. It did not.

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Castle Dracula, July 30th 1474

THE SKY WAS COVERED IN GREY-BRUISED CLOUDS as a heavy rain fell from the heavens and saturated the land below. Thunder boomed loudly overhead, the echo of it traveling through the stone halls and clashing with your ears. It had been nearly a week of nonstop storms, a welcome reprieve from the sweltering heat that had gripped the land for twice as long. Adrian discovered you sat in the threshold of the grand entrance, the doors held wide so you could watch the raging tempest without getting wet. He watched you for many moments, his chest constricting as he drank in your form. The way your breath hitched when a clap of thunder sounded out, how your eyes lit up in awe of the silver-purple lighting slashing across the sky.

"Quite the storm, isn't it?" he finally made his presence known as he stepped forward, footsteps silent upon the stone floor as he approached.

You didn't startle as you turned to face him. "It feels amazing."

"It gives you a feeling?" he questioned as he sat beside you, close enough to each other you felt the warmth of your bodies intermingling.

"Does it not for you?" your eyebrow quirked.

"Not particularly, no."

"Hmm," you hummed lightly, turning your head to face the forest again.

"Care to explain further?" he inquired gently, tilting his head to the side.

You closed your eyes for a brief moment, centering your breath as you focused on tuning in with the world around you. A sense of cleansing and calm washed over your being, as if you were flooded with the very essence and magick of the storm. Adrian felt the shift around you as you communed, enraptured at the sight of your reverence, the vision of the divine earth herself.

"It feels as refreshing as breath, as pure as water." you opened your eyes slowly, facing him once more. You met his bright eyes, a gentle smile on your lips.

"I see." his chest tightened at the intensity of your gaze. "That must be a wonderful feeling to have."

You hummed before turning so you sat face to face. "Close your eyes."

Adrian's eyebrow quirked at your request but obliged wordlessly. He felt the heat of your body as you leaned in closer, body tensing at your proximity.

"Inhale deeply, center your breath." your voice was soft by his ear, nearly a whisper. The sound of it sent shivers down his spine. As you felt him begin to breath out, you placed your hand above his heart. "Focus here."

The heat of your palm spread throughout his entire being, and it took every fiber of his concentration for his breath not to betray him. His heart hammered as his mind was flooded with nothing but the sensation of your touch, the absolute beauty of your presence.

"Do you feel it now?"

His eyes opened and he was brought back to himself by your voice, ears once again registering the sounds of the storm around him, the roaring of the whipping wind. You took your hand away, at once feeling the loss of his warmth.

"Yes," he peered at you, struggling to quiet his racing mind, "I do."

You stared at each other in silence before another flash of lighting crossed the sky and thunder shook the walls of the castle. You both looked away at the same time, cheeks heated and hearts thrumming nearly as loud as the storm above.

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The raging storms pacified into nothing a few days later, bringing with it a sense of renewal upon the land. The still waters of the lake shimmered like a looking glass, clearly reflecting the pale blue sky above. A dragonfly flew low, hovering over its surface before quickly darting away, startled by the sudden rock disrupting the tranquil waters. Birdsong rang overhead, their melody a balm, soothing the roiling emotions coursing through Adrian's veins. He couldn't pinpoint one feeling over another; they jumbled and twisted together like vines.

He was pleasantly haunted by the memories of you every time he closed his eyes when you were not with him. His mind continued to conjure the feeling of your palm braced against his chest during the thunderstorm, the sound of your voice next to his ear. How your chest felt against his own when you danced together on the night of the summer solstice, the way you peered up at him from your lashes, eyes alight with joy. The incredible feeling of your lips upon his cheek, how it steadied and tethered his soul to your own. How it grew increasingly impossible to prevent himself from thinking how your lips would feel against his own instead of the skin of his cheek.

"Gain control of yourself," he muttered, inhaling deeply and closing his eyes. He saw it again, the image of your lips pressing against the side of his face. He willed it from his mind, but instead of emptiness, there was a another born from his imagination. It was you, held firmly within his arms, lips parted slightly as he kissed you. Adrian forced his eyes open, blinking in bewilderment. How could he think such things? You were the most important person to him, had always been so since childhood. He had vowed to himself the moment he first laid eyes on you to protect you, to hold your happiness above all else. There was an unspoken rule between the two of you, an expectation that was solidified in stone. You were each other's anchors, dearest friends. Nothing more.

Another image filled his mind again, this time a memory. You peering up at him, ice crystals in your hair as you lay beneath him in the snow. He could still feel the heat and softness of your body as he hovered over you, the delightful sound of your laughter causing his heart to swell. Adrian swallowed thickly, pressing the palms of his hands into the sockets of his eyes. A voice inside him was screaming, begging for its truth to be heard. But another - a more rational and digestible one - roared otherwise.

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[corviisquire]

hey alexa play gekka no yasoukyoku by malice mizer thank you

no bg version undercut. was really struggling with the background… idk how to do backgrounds.

[lethargical-lily]

Seeing them side by side does something to my heary

He grew 🥹

[lethargical-lily]

I hope y’all know that this singular piece of art is more important to me than the firstborn I don’t have. In fact this IS my firstborn

Side note: Alucard def gave birth to that baby

[misfitdragonlennon]

Alucard learning how to walk.

[azulazenin]

Warming yall up for the new chapter hehe (coming around monday probably !)