alucard of the castlevania franchise / heavily headcanon based
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ive not been here in a year i dont even know what im doing
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flit through thy chamber , in and out . and wave the curtain canopy so fitfully ——- SO FEARFULLY ——- above the closed and fringéd lid ‘neath which thy slumb’ring soul lies hid , that , o’er the floor and down the wall , like ghosts the shadows rise and fall . / alucard of castlevania , written by heath
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𝖁airuler . 𝖀nlikely warmth .
。゚゚ GNAWED TONGUE . BLOODIED , BITTEN , SWALLOWED . METALLIC SAVOR tinges these buds / mirroring lip’s cherry carmine . these lilt digits , before motioning so 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 , now HALT . she’s as if carved from marble ; statuesque . static . utterly unmoving / a wilting flora in a non - existent pirr . seconds 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇 & minutes bleed . she wounds this silence in a honeysuckle spill . so dulcet . so false —- —- – ❛ does the world spin ? do flowers have petals ? does grass grow & stars burn ? ❜ yes . yes . yes . yes .
this hair like dark vines & autumn reeds . her sheen mouth crimson & carved . ❛ perhaps asking such a question with your hair in my hand is ….. not so wise . ❜
the way the movement of her fingers cease tells him all that he wishes to know before she answers . a delicate breath is drawn as he settles to prepare for whatever retaliation she may offer him . HE DELVED TOO DEEP , TOO QUICKLY . something so personal should not be so easily allowed to slip . but he has to wonder . the thought has plagued him for a while , a question of contrasts and understandings . WONDERS ON MEN SO EVIL BUT STILL CAPABLE OF LOVE . wonders on if it can be called love or some sickening type of U S E F U L endearment . manipulation .
` i’m sorry , i merely wished to know . i’m --------------------- I’M GLAD , i suppose . glad that there is no love lost between you two . ` he is not sure if he would wish for such himself . perhaps if his father held him in some regard , the man might listen to him past his irrationality . maybe he could save him from himself . BUT IT WASN’T LIKE THAT . he had not been so lucky . his hands , stained countless times , doing what must be done . he cannot will himself to support something so evil , something so dark .
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She holds his hand tight, somewhat distressed.
his fingers curl carefully about hers , at first gentle , but she grips tighter than he . & with that tightness he feels only the projection of disquietude through her touch . he responds in kind , a momentary squeeze of the hand . BUT HE TURNS HIS ATTENTION UNTO HER , some hesitant amount of concern folded into the downward curve of his brow . worry in his gaze . there is not much that he worries about these days , but he will always worry about her .
` is there something wrong ? `
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me wanting to work on my novels vs me actually having time to work on my novels
#im yelling ive been wanting to finish this chapter of the witch of sighisoara for the past like#2 weeks but i have had NO TIME#OOC TAG TBA /
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𝕽uince . 𝕮haos breathes .
@slumberd
OUT AND AWAY , BEYOND WICKED MILES ALONG PATHS OF MOONLIGHT , there was all but silence amongst his side. the beast howls, asking for something, but bathed in blood it was. what churning, crimson tides filled the horrid stormbringer —— only its sickening hunger drove it, had willed it to open crossroads amidst thin worlds. its demented words haunted him still, even as it sung to him sweetly of vicious abandon.
you grow weak, master. that wasn’t enough for you nor i. you must remain strong, elric, or we both die.
and it goes on ignored. he is no longer home, not in the young kingdoms, but the reign of chaos grips tight, and malicious stars bleed unto the pitch black sky.
“ hail, traveller amidst the night, such as i. ” cast the light ‘pon an unfamiliar face, and it is nearly mirrored. the hellblade then whispers gently, its verbal scratch a daemon’s : this is he —— the wielder of my sibling.
“ it seems a wretched fate has brought me before you. ”
treasured blade lies safely buried , boxed beneath the earth in his makeshift crypt ; MEMORIES OF MOTHER AND FATHER AND NIGHTLY HORRORS WITH IT . the weapon he wields now is not so finely balanced , not so perfect for the steadiness of his hand but it remains strong . a powerful companion , for when he lacks camaraderie , when he lacks the strength of another being by his side . THERE IS A SENSE OF DREAD WITHIN THE STRANGER’S PRESENCE . a stagnant source of darkness , as though light drained from the world at his very presence , but he could not quite put a finger upon it . could not see the tendrils of terror that wrapped about his very figure .
` and what fate might that be ? ` he does not quite believe in fate , but in choice . action , or inaction . whatever is so wretched that has brought this man to him is nothing fateful . IT IS CAUSE AND EFFECT . whatever purpose he has is wretched by someone’s d e s i g n .
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god.... two more shifts and then i will...finally... have a day off
#at this point im working so much that i wont even#know what to do with myself on thursday LKSJDLKjd#OOC TAG TBA /#anyway im gonna curl up in bed im debressed
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𝕾tarszakrew . 𝕬 silvered warrior .
“Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon. Call me Ciri.” Ciri of Cintra felt WRONG, connecting herself to a place that had been destroyed because of her. Ciri of Vengerberg was too dangerous, too reminiscent of her dear mother. “I’m not sure if you’re AWARE of how the world works, but when women run into strangers on the road it tends to end BADLY for most of them.” She can’t help idly reaching up to scratch at her scar, bile coating her tongue at the thought of Him.
“I WANT you to try and kill me?” Laughter rings out like bells as she tucks her sword back away, the greenish-blue glow of the Elder Blood fading around her as she giggles joyously. “If I wanted to provoke you, I WOULD have. I’m known to be quite vexing.” She can’t keep from grinning as she crosses her arms over her chest, shrugging easily. “Besides, if you wanted to attack me,” in a flash of greenish-blue she is gone, reappearing nearly toe to toe with him, “you wouldn’t be able to CATCH me.”
he listens to her speak , as simply understanding as he is somewhat irritated . SHE’S CONFUSING , but that is merely because he does not know her motivations . HOW OFTEN HE HAS HAD TO LIVE ON EDGE . always wary , watching , protecting . the knowledge beneath his fingertips was dangerous in the wrong hands . and the monster that he is is a worry in itself . he does not flinch when she rushes forward , despite the lack of distance that remains , despite the suddenness of the movement . DESPITE CLAIMING LACK OF PROVOCATION , SHE DOESN’T HIDE HER SKILL . a show of weaponry , a show of magic , a little performance just for him . but he won’t play his cards until its necessary for him to do so .
` i wouldn’t be so quick take that for granted . ` he warns , though there’s a note of teasing within his tone . she may be fast , but so is he . and teleportation was of no unfamiliarity to him . his gaze remains vacant & cold as he looks down at her , having not yet stepped away . STILL , ALMOST LIKE THAT OF A STATUE . but he breathes , and limbs quiver slightly with each beat of his heart . ` but i am unarmed , cirilla . i only wish to know your purpose here . `
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𝕭loodbanquet . 𝕿he lust for chaos .
“This is VENGEANCE.” How cold is the voice of the father! Hands that had once embraced his son, had not so long ago buried themselves in locks so like his mother’s– now rest at his sides dripping with their blood.
Dracula stands tall over his son, his boy, eyes piercing straight through rather than at. He knows that Adrian is there, that his blood coats his claws, and yet neither of these things quite register to him. “They killed her, Adrian. Burned her at the stake for nothing more than to soothe and feed their own ignorance. I was right, son. I have ALWAYS been right. God and his people, they both deliver nothing unto this world but cruelty and death…” At one time he had remained passive– a specter hidden behind vast and impenetrable walls, one that was once content to simply outlive everything else, but now…
“And so shall I return such unto them tenfold.”
vengeance . all anger and rage , pointed at a single defined target . THERE IS BLINDNESS IN HIS FATHER’S MOTIVATIONS . contradiction & confusion . all bluster and fury . & what could he do but stand in the way , become an obstacle . not just to save humanity from the fires that his father threatens to rain down upon them , but also to save that man from himself . though , uncertainty reigned . he was not even sure he was capable . HE PULLS HIS SWORD UPWARDS , points it at his own father , it wavers in the distance between the two of them . defensive , but accusatory . ` she was human , too . `
` some of them she LOVED just the same as you or i , some of them are just as innocent as her . if she was one of god’s people then god delivered grace unto you , too . ` he states it matter - of - factly , BUT AS HE SPEAKS OF HIS MOTHER HE MISSES HER . so greatly that he can barely comprehend the notion of her loss ; resting so recently upon his heart . he does not condone what humanity has let befall her . bitterness sours the words on his tongue , chills the warmth of his soul , but he knows they are not all to blame . that children likely spent the night crying from what they had witnessed , that the people she had helped mourned her loss just as he did . BUT PERHAPS HE IS MERELY TOO FORGIVING . too in tune with that which makes up half of his person .
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"You want to know something Alucard? My mother, she knew yours."
` she did ? ` he raises a brow , an ounce of curiosity in the careful curve of his features . HIS MOTHER SPOKE SOMETIMES OF THOSE SHE KNEW , those that happened across her small house of healing , those she thought of as friends . a lot of them knew him , too . for a while , he had fit in with members of human society , guided under his mother’s hand . SINCE THEN , HE’D LET HIMSELF SLIP . he takes a breath , his features falling to a frown as he wondered less about himself , and more about her .
` what happened to your parents ? `
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blood drips from his chin , loosed from the crack that had formed in his lip . this is a position he’d hoped he’d never have to find himself in , hoped beyond hope that there may be some chance . he picks himself up from the floor , fingers drawing across the carpet as he reaches to pull his sword back to his side . HIS MOTHER’S SWORD . that is why they’re here , after all . standing against each other ; at arms with his own father . HIS MOTHER WOULD HAVE CRIED TO SEE THEM LIKE THIS . his hand curls a little tighter around the weapon’s hilt , knuckles paling under the stress . there’s the slightest quiver in his hands as he stumbles to get back onto his feet . it hurts him . forget the injuries ; the wounds , the bruises , the blood . there is nothing more painful than the torn muscle that is his heart . to see his father so lost , SO BEYOND REASONING WITH , that now all he was to that man was in the way . an obstacle that he must get past to achieve his goal . what sort of family is that ?
` you have to stop this . this is madness ! ` @bloodbanquet
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𝕱leewest . 𝕿he summer sun .
❝ IT HURTS . ❞ she has long since learn that shedding tears for the old ones as they pass , is only debasing their sacrifice . the fall of their leaves , seed , and shade gives light to the younglings . the grass will grow richer and the bushes will become ripe with berries . all things must die , from children to the end cycle . some of her older friends will become husks this winter , but it is as it should be . MAY THEIR SACRIFICE LEAD TO SPRING , and in the mother’s domain , the escape the chill in the forever summer . ❝ but it’s worth it , i’ve been alive long enough to know a lot of the trees and the old spirits . ❞
❝ what is it like … ? to be half mortal , and half not ? ❞
pain . without it , the sweetest things would seem so grim . so dark and incomplete . WE WOULD BECOME SO JADED . till the sweetest things turned to blandness , to make life so hollow and so tasteless . and yet , when pain comes begging at one’s doorstep , everyone is far too afraid to let him in . his gaze comes away from the forest , only to look across the room to its embodiment . WHAT HE IS ; NOT FULLY WHOLE . neither here , nor there . but capable of seeing everything in between , the best and worst of each world . dark & light combating each other within the seat of his soul . HE SEES HORROR IN HUMANITY , MUCH THE SAME AS HE SEES HORROR IN THE MONSTERS . his inability to step to either side of the fence makes him just as horrific as everyone else . but at least he knows it , and at least he will raise his sword in the name of what’s right --------------- when the time calls for it .
` i’ve never known anything else , it’s just what i am , ` he admits to her , after a moment of hesitance . he doesn’t know what it’s like to be fully mortal , nor to be fully immortal . HE THINKS , IT’S ALWAYS EASIER TO FALL INTO DARKNESS , THOUGH . and how true that is for him . he will never be fully human , no matter how hard he tries . but how easy it would be for him to succumb to the darkness is sometimes scary to think about . ` but it’s lonely . i don’t know anyone else like me . `
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𝕾tarszakrew . 𝕬 silvered warrior .
“All depends on who YOU are.” She doesn’t particularly feel the need to end him yet, he hasn’t actually threatened her. But, not all MONSTERS do MONSTROUS THINGS. She’ll wait to see if he goes for her throat. “If you’re here to try and kill me, I suppose I’ll have to do more than just pass through.” Even as she speaks, she loosens her grip ever so slightly on her dagger; if he WANTED to kill her he would have tried already.
Quirking an eyebrow, Ciri decides instead to pull her sword her its scabbard, letting it rest on her shoulder. The world around her ripples as she prepares for an attack that might not be coming, bright eyes glowing ever brighter as a smirk curls her lip.
` i am alucard of wallachia , ` & that is the name he keeps ; those original ties long since cut . sometimes he misses the days where he could simply be adrian țepeș , BUT THOSE MEMORIES , THAT EXISTENCE , IS TOO PAINFUL NOW . guilt still settles in the base of his heart . taking a breath , he watches her draw her blade . a brow raised . there in sits the temptation to reach for his own ; though it is not by his side , it would not take much to summon it to him . THE WAY THE AIR TINGLES AGAINST HIS SKIN , the magic his body so naturally is attuned to , is something he notes to be wary of . & especially so when he notices the silver sheen of her weapon ; half human he may be , but silver would still surely weaken him . his brows curve downwards , eyes narrowed , THE SLIGHTEST AMOUNT OF ANGER SETTLED UPON HIS TONGUE . it is only noticeable in the way his words fall with strength from his lips .
` if i were to try to kill you now , it would still be you who has drawn first . ` gloved fingers curl into fists at his side , she threatens him , and if it were not for the upmost of his patience he may have already responded in kind . HE AT LEAST TRIES TO SHOW SOME TOLERANCE . ` i’d even go as far to say that’s exactly what you want me to try , most hunters tend to be the same . `
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🤗 c'mere awucawd
he’s too surprised at first to even react , and that is the only reason that trevor even manages to get close enough to touch him . he flinches in slight when arms find his waist and if it weren’t for the way he clings , the half vampire would’ve stepped away . instead he just stands for a moment , looking down at the dark locks that cover the crown of the man’s head .
that’s when he lifts a hand , resting glassy tipped nails against the belmont’s shoulder before he gently shoves . ATTEMPTING TO PUSH THE OTHER MAN AWAY FROM HIM . it’s hardly with any ounce of his full strength , but it’s significant enough that it’d take some dedication to the cause for trevor to continue trying to hug him . ` you smell of piss , you drunken fool . `
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𝕾pendourlives . 𝕷ineage’s end .
he catches the shift when it happens, and the air around them suddenly seems lighter. trevor’s expression, too, lightens, gentle gratitude in his gaze. goes back to rejoin alucard, muttering, “ seems to me like neither of us are very awed by each other’s families. i’d say i wish your father had wised up so we could stop going after him, but maybe then we wouldn’t have met. ” as close to a ‘you’re alright i guess’ and he’s ever going to get.
“ so.. if i remember correctly, don’t go poking through the shelves in the corner on the.. second..? floor? they’re marked with a dagger pointing down with a line and a circle through it. dunno what that means, but you won’t find that bit of reading very enjoyable. ” and it wouldn’t be. his parents had given him a tour of the library, pointing out which category of monster belonged where. most of it is a blur, but some of it stuck. one of their biggest tomes is on those shelves, its pages full of experimental fights with the one and only dracula, trying to see what’d be best at killing him.
glances away, then abruptly looks like he’s fighting down a smile. “ actually, one last thing. can you hang upside down? i can’t stop thinking about waking up and seeing your stupid face on the ceiling. ” yes, it’s a serious question. yep. totally.
` i do wish he had been smarter about it . ` the dhampir answers , quietly . DOESN’T ARGUE , MERELY DISAGREES . there’s a part of him , no matter how small , that is glad he has met the other man . the camaraderie there is something he’s never truly had before . but he’d trade it all in a HEARTBEAT if it meant that the father he once loved so dearly and still does would only l i s t e n to him . he nods in acknowledgement to the belmont’s forewarning , but with such thoughts he proceeds to disregard them . buried under the teasing tone of trevor’s later question . HE CAN’T HELP THE WAY HIS LIPS PART IN SOME SEMBLANCE OF A SMILE . in a way , the fact that he has to ask such when surrounded by literature that would no doubt describe the very act , is the funniest part .
` yes , i can , ` he eventually answers , though doesn’t explain further . IT IS POSSIBLE , AND IN MORE THAN ONE WAY . but before the other can say another word to him , he cuts him off . ` and , no , i won’t show you . `
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ive also been thinking about alucard’s final form and him just being like a full on living gargoyle but that being said gargoyles might look creepy but they’re designed to protect buildings, from damage but also from dark forces--it looks so scary that monsters and evil spirits are terrified of them
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