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I know this guy is going to keep making more blogs and I know a lot of you know this already, but as a refresher.

Don't interact. Don't overreact. Don't make posts declaring how vial they are. Don't make call outs. Don't give them ANY attention.

That's what they want. That's what all trolls want.

Report, block, and move on. Do not feed them the entertainment they want. Remember, they're bottom feeders. Don't stoop to their level.

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hey fyi that person posting gore in the rpc tags is back under @/fakeloverpc.

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I've been sitting around on these for weeks!

I originally wanted to keep them to sketches of Ares (from @bloodlustiing) and Alucard in each others usual attire, but then I went ham on Ares's piece so I had to do the same for Alucard.

Both backgrounds are stock images found on Google. I did not make them from scratch.

Transparent pieces included.

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Hey fellas.

There's a blog named @/fucktrpc that's putting posts of dead animals in tags used for rpc. I'd recommend blocking that blog asap as they seem to be a troll blog looking to get some sick kicks.

Please feel free to reblog this to spread awareness.

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In regards to THIS AU on my OC blog, I may pick up Mahito over here as a heavily cannon divergent muse.

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I've been busy lately, but in a good way!

I'll try and get to rps soon.

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Ooooo wait until Integra finds out what you did!

"Nobody likes a tattle tale. Especially one with no brains in their head. As if your squealing will hold any weight towards my nature."

"Annoying."

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Please like/reblog this if you're willing to roleplay with villain characters without acting like the mun is a terrible person.

I writing evil or nearly evil characters more fun than writing good guys. I’m sick of feeling like people are going to judge me for my characters. I have a right to rp what I want and explain my characters actions, but not try to justify them. Because I know why a character acts a certain way doesn’t mean I think they are excused. The world isn’t black and white.

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What a dreadful mess~

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That was a lot don't you think?

[Assuming this is for Alucard.]

"You must be new."

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He chuffs, amused by this overreaction. The broad shoulders of his silhouette bounce up and down.

"I think a better question would be why are you walking around in the dark. Not afraid of Boogeymen?" The timing of the moon moving out from behind the clouds couldn't have been more cinematic. Little beams of dull light filter through to shed some light on the both of them.

"Ah. Nevermind. The liquid courage must have been an influence."

The voice from the shadows startled the outlaw so badly that he not only whipped himself across the glasses with that horrid tie he'd had secured around his spiky head... But he also let loose one of the least dignified screams ever to exist in human history.

"GIYAH—" Vash took on a mock kung-fu stance, "Jeez, pal, funny way to greet a fella..."

He dropped the overdramatic stance, opting instead to relax his posture and rub the back of his head with a laugh, "Guess I'm not much better though if I'm getting lost in weird places..."

Something about the stranger cloaked in shadows is definitely... Off. He can feel his survival instincts kicking in to alert him that this giant man is more powerful than the average human being... But he doesn't seem to give off the wavelength of an Independent either. What the hell is he? An experimental human from the Eye of Michael's organization? One of the Gung-Ho Guns? Just an absurdly ominous guy??

"So, uh, do you just wait around in the shadows until people walk by to scare them just for fun? Or am I just lucky today?"

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"Beauuuutiful! Sounds I have been deprived of for over 30 years. They truly sound divine on anyone!"

Alucard begins to chuckle into the realm of mania. He's giddy with delight.

Butch's limbs are twisted slowly, like he's pulling a drumstick from the body of a holiday hen. Cracking the connective cartilage fully free from the base while twisting his own wrists in unnatural directions for as clean a severance as would be possible.

The leg come off first, tossed to the ground behind him. The arm is next, given some slack to then be violently yanked from the rest of him in one go. It's given no interest and is dropped straight to the ground. Alucards hold on his throat remains as the final tether keeping him up now that two of his limbs are messily amputated.

"It would be a shame to waste you like this." One of Alucards blood stained gloves smears over Butch's cheek. What's meant to be a fond gesture is made sickening.

"But I wouldn't want a bad taste to linger. Please. Die knowing your heart will remain full." His last bit of sarcasm he forces onto Butch right before he clenches his finger and snaps his neck. The feel accompanied with the sound scratches an itch deep in his skull. He's satisfied for now.

Alucard loosens his grip and lets Butch slip from between his fingers, straight to the ground with his scattered limbs. At least he'll be easy to gather up if anyone bothers to find him and put him back together in a casket. It could even be an open one!

The fun is now, reluctantly, over. Alucard doesn't wait around and leaves Butch there to be found by either someone or the first of the maggots.

Alucards assumptions might as well have been correct; it was all too clear to Butch that he didn’t hold a candle to whatever the hell Alucard was and that he had perhaps picked a fight with the wrong fella, but that doesn’t deter him any from going out without a bang. He had been in similar situations before and probably would find himself in them again should he by some miracle survive which wasn't likely.

“Fuck y—hurk!”

The demon blooded cowboy is caught by the throat in the midst of his flailing leap and his hands immediately move to grip at the wrist holding him; a strangled cough escapes him before one of those hands are pried off of the beasts wrist and yanked upwards by his own as well as one of his legs by the ankle. How the fuck did this thing have such reach!? More importantly, how the FUCK did he now have three arms!?

A scream claws its way up his throat and bellows out as his limbs are stretched fiercely, like a doll fixing to break, Butch’s eyes squeezing shut and his lip curling as he bares his golden fangs. He twists and turns his head with what access he’s allowed, nausea building in the pit of his stomach upon being able to hear the sickening crack of his limbs separating from their sockets. The pain of his ligaments slowly tearing at their base earn Alucard another agonizing scream that’s more hoarse due to the fingers constricting his throat.

His free arm and leg flail, throwing themselves Alucard’s way at much weaker attempts to get him to release him to no avail. His tail thrashes violently, his body quaking at the sharp agony piercing his shoulder, and severing his ligature between his shoulder and chest as well as his leg where his thigh meets his pelvic region. Initially, his arm still ached horribly from the gunshot wound he had sustained earlier but its long forgotten and replaced by the pain of having his limbs quite literally torn from the base of where they belong.

All that’s left is to rip the bone and skin from their place in order to completely separate them, atleast from this part of his body. He wants to continue to fight, to survive despite his odds, but that resolution becomes less and less of a possibility so long as he's within Alucard's grasp.

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A little PSA to all the new followers I have that I'm real on and off with rp now a days. Shits wack in the world and nothing kills the creative boner like unrelenting anxiety.

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Reblog this post if you're okay with your muse(s) being mentioned in other people's threads!

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Are you a fan of drama Alucard?

"On occasion, yes."

"However, they tend to bore me with lower stakes. I would much rather prefer something with a greater risk and gore."

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me n who (I can be both)

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KICKING MY DAMN FEET

I need to do more with her. I need to draw her again.

God damn Ryotaro is just SO HOT!