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Happy Monday.

Just an update that I will be on a short hiatus to take care of some medical stuff.

Hope to be able to get back to the comic and art soon.

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warriored cats

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Bold of you to assume that I won’t poison the internet with my furry agenda this year

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Rewatching Castlevania and I just love them.

Nothing else matters. Only them. Beauty and the beast trope. Husband who loves his wife so damn much. Lab partners. Antagonist soft for two people and two people only - His son and his wife.

This is honestly just an appreciation post about them, I won’t even try hide that fact. The way he bows to her so softly and says “I think I might like you” is my everything.

You think? Sir you are head over heels for this woman. He probably proposed within two months and Lisa was all for it.

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✝ 𝔐𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔞 ℜ𝔢𝔫𝔞𝔯𝔡 ✝

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Chapter 1: Page 13

Good monday afternoon.

Double upload day! Back to the lovers tale.

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Dracula

Castlevania: Curse of Darkness

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∗ —— Adrian “Alucard” Tepes x D.

∗ —— Part one, part two, part three ( coming soon ).

∗ —— NOTES: This story is inspired by some of the fanart that is done by tender miasma / suzannart! The worlds of Castlevania and Vampire Hunter D are connected to one and another.

D sat himself at the back of the tavern, in a corner that wasn’t occupied by a single soul. His back faced towards the very few people inside and surprisingly no one had noticed him; or at least no one bothered to comment on his presence. He wasn’t planning on drinking anything, the beer had not interested him. To him the beer smelled foul but he wouldn't expect any better from a place that was in shambles.

He listened in to the questionable conversation that was being held between the brothers who sat at the bar. Nothing about what they had to say seemed important in the slightest. The dhampyr closed his eyes for a moment until a young looking man barged in, panting like he was trying his best to find some air and eyes wide, about to pop out of sockets. "Ale! For Christ's sake,” he exclaimed in distress. Everyone seemed to shift their attention over to him, including D.

"Piter! We were just wondering if you'd spotted any attractive sheep on your ride out. What's the word mate?" Once the bartender  poured the young man a mug of ale who had immediately begun to chug it down before breathing heavily once more. "The horde's been seen, sweeping west!"

"Shit, you think they'll reach us?" "I think they might pass us by. I don't know, I hope. I'm told they're closing on Gresit." "Serves 'em right. Stuck - up bastards." "Ah, come on . . ." "No. No, it all comes down to the families and the houses, doesn't it? The great houses of Gresit." Bosha spits upon the ground. "Vlad Dracula? An old family. The capital? All run by the great houses. And they're not even the worst. The Belmonts?"

The conversation had gotten much more interesting which was the reason for D to turn his head so he was able to see the four slightly better. He looked at them from the corners of his eyes and behind them sat a drunken man who grumbled under his breath, seeing that he had run out of alcohol. The man was no one other than Trevor Belmont himself.

"We should have killed all the Belmonts." Trevor turned away when the eldest brother spoke. He raised a hand to cover his face all the while mumbling a soft “shit” under his breath. He hunched himself down, as if not trying to be seen or caught. "It's all about these old families, like the Belmonts, who control all the power and go to war with each other. And who's caught in the middle?"

"We are." "We are! Because we don't matter. Do you know why? Where'd you come from?" "Well, out of your aunt, according to you." "You came from shit. I came from shit. We all came from shit." Trevor muffled their words from out of his ears as he grunted before looking at his empty mug. With a sigh, he walked up the front while knocking over his mug in the process. "Slaves to great old families and their games."

"Sorry. Can I get my ale . . ?" Trevor stood next to Piter with one arm leaning on the counter. "It's just that I think I'm sobering up."

"All right, all right, but wanna see some coin from you now." The bartender sent a glare in his direction and Trevor groaned before he reached down in his pockets and tried to search for his money but after some seconds, he realized he barely had anything.

"Hey, what's that on your chest?" Bosha pointed at the family crest and Trevor looked down while shrugging his shoulders, mumbling the words: “My shirt”. He then ignored the brother and looked at the bartender again. “Just one more tankard, eh Something to keep me warm while I find a tree to sleep under.”

"That's a family chest. I know it."

"I don't. Just one more drink and then I'll leave, all right?" Trevor attempted to ignore the man again, expression hardened and flashing with annoyance.

"That's a Belmont crest."

"Really? Look, here's the money." He tossed the money on the counter and backed himself away but he was stopped by the bickering man.

"You're a Belmont, aren't you? House of Belmont, family Belmont!"

"It seems trouble cannot be escaped." D mumbled under his breath before he stood on his feet, the chair scratching against the chair as he did so. He turned himself to face the others fully now with eyes narrowed.

"Never met them. Listen, just forget it. I'll just go." When Trevor tried to walk away, he was pushed back and nearly stumbled on the floor. Only from that  point forward did everyone give him a look of anger, all except for D. "No, you're a Belmont! This is all your fault."

"I don't know what you're talking about " "Yes, you do."  "Yes, you do. Everyone knows the Belmont dealt with black magic. The Belmonts dealt with monsters." "The Belmonts fought monsters, son . . . So I've been told. This is just an old shirt." "The Belmonts were excommunicated by the Church, banished, disowned, their lands taken because they were evil." "Evil." "And now Dracula's hordes are abroad in the land. And who's fault is that?" "Well it ain't mine." "The Belmonts traded in black magic, and now black magic is all over Wallachia. I think you know exactly whose fault that is.

"I'm leaving, okay? I'm leaving now." Yet again, as Trevor tried to excuse himself, he was pushed back. "So you can lead your monster friends back here?" "So I can find somewhere to piss and somewhere else to sleep." "No, you can sleep right here." "You haven't got your shovel."

As Bosha raised his fist to punch Trevor, his fist was caught by a rather cold hand. He looked up to see a man with a hat that covered the majority of his face but he was able to see dark blue eyes piercing down at him. “Who the fuck are you?!” He asked while his voice trembled but he tried to hide his fear with an angry expression.

"Dear god, you fucking taste gross!" Bosha looked down at his fist when he heard a muffled voice. It took him a moment when he realized that his fingers had been licked. With a high pitched scream he pulled his hand away and Kob did nothing but laugh. “And you scream like a damn girl.”

"If you stepped in before he started harassing you then that would have been perfect." Trevor looked at D and blinked but despite his words of rudeness he stepped over to the dhampyre and stood behind him.

"What was happening before all of this was none of my business." D's voice sent a shiver down Trevor’s spine. The dhampyre looked at Bosha who hid Kob, fearing for his life. He didn’t want to become possible food for the talking hand. “You are childish for a man who is in his fifties.”

"What did you just — ?!"

Before Bosha could even think about finishing his sentence, D turned on his heel and walked out of the tavern and Trevor walked behind him, but not before he was given the opportunity to flip the farmer off with a grin that said “eat shit”.

“Is there a reason why you’re here, Hunter D?” Trevor crossed his arms over his chest, his expression became serious. The dhampyre turned his head to look at the man before he had answered him.

“You know more about the situation at hand than I do. Don't you, Belmont?”

“Don’t answer my question with another question, you bastard!” D rolled his eyes and walked forward but Trevor had begun to walk along with him. “So I’m gonna kind of guess and say you’re here because of the whole Dracula and his wife situation?”

“Why else would I be here?” D asked and there was a grumble from Trevor.

“Do you believe in this so-called sleeping soldier?” Trevor let his arms fall to his sides. “It’s been the only thing I’ve been hearing for the last couple of days. I can’t believe how fucking stupid people are. How can you trust someone you don’t even know about?”

“The sleeping soldier is no one other than Dracula’s son.” Trevor gave the dhampyre a shocked expression while he paused his steps but D did nothing but continue to talk.

“We’re fucking doomed.”

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Super excited for the Castlevania Nocturne trailer today!! This is a Maria Renard drawing I did from back in December when we first got a look at her.

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Happy Monday.

Lisa is being told the rules of the house.

Also,

I love how Tumblr is totally clowning on Twitter with the look.

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inspired by @bussiarati <3

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~2.5hrs

Dracula from Castlevania. I tried a lot of different things for him but couldn't quite find something I loved.

Here he is unhinged and sad anyway.

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Screenshot redraw 🫶

I was too lazy to draw the body allow it 🫣

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What in the world would he cook for his future wife?

Maybe wind pudding and air sandwiches.

You can show your ideas on my twitter post here: https://twitter.com/Crimsontangerin/status/1682078036764622855

Please keep it PG!

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⎯⎯ 𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑲 𝑳𝑶𝑹𝑫.