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alucard has been moved over to @lifelost !

#outof. › speaker. #im gonna queue this up a few times but i cant handle more than a few blogs <3 #so im gonna have my multi and astarion over @ vrepit

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i try to alternate between being on this blog and @ruinaith​ so if u cant find me on here,   expect me to be on viego !

#outof. › speaker. #i got recent brainrot about viego so ive been trying to kick the muse into gear over there #viego IS my main muse n alucard comes secondary to him so! #tbd.

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lazarae     /     black dahlia in bloom.

    ❝    strange    fangs    you    have    there.    ❞    maybe  he  was  already  suspicious:  you  were  not  at  all  what  you  seemed.  though  sincerest  in  your  words,  you  never  meant  any  harm.  the  thought  of  bringing  harm  to  those  who  were  not  deserving  twisted  you  up  into  knots:  you  are  unlike  anything  father  claimed  you  to  be.    ❝    my    name    is    eleanor,    and    i    come    to   you    as    a    friend.    ❞

    @dampir·  gets  a  starter  ! 

he hardly blames them for pointing out the fangs first.   no,   he doesn’t blame them at all,   and he doesn’t blame himself either for making sure when he speaks that the fangs are well hidden behind pale lip even if it makes his voice sound indefinitely more whispery,   softer,   weaker.

“     if you come as a friend then don’t come bearing petty presumptions.     ”

even with scathing words there is no immediate bite to them;   alucard realizes that there is no need to bite back when the trepidation is well - earned.   vampires,   and night creatures on their own,   has reputations that makes them less than popular,   and he is no exempt from them even if he’s only half - of - a - whole.

“     ...   regardless,   ill intent or no,   i am alucard,     ”     he says,   hands held with palms out for them to see that there is no threat to be found,     “     and with introductions out of the way   —   tell me,   ‘ friend, ’   why you have come here.     ”

#lazarae #inchar. › thread. #alucard: squints back

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castlevania s4 trailer is fire   ( literally )

#outof. › speaker. #anyways! if they dont address the shit that happened in s3 i will be so mad :sparkles: #lov alucard getting his shield tho i think it's real great symbolism since it's a defense and boy is he Defensive now #noone's getting close to him #sypha n trevor tho hdhnvjdfnvjdf i am in love with u guys #tbd.

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this is a callout post for tumblr user shedove

crimes:   keeps bullying me </3

kael   :      [   makes   an   oc   ]

me   :      ight   cool

kael   :       what   if   you   …   twirls   hair   ….   made   an   oc   too

#outof. › speaker. #since i no longer associate w/ fae who's gonna make ocs w/ me xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo #/j #DVHNV IM JOKIING BUT ALSO #GOD #ur so mean to me!!! #tbd.

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ohsdette     /     to make the sun snuff itself out.

 ❝           your   kind   does   not   appreciate  the  sun,    am  i   correct  ?            ❞          perhaps  she  was  being  too  forward  with  the  question.    he  was  a  friend,    no  matter  what   the  ancient  books  said  ——  a  good  heart  laid  quiet   underneath   such  pale  skin.     clear  irises  rose  to  meet  stare,    sweet  smile  on  lips,   a  trace   of   childlike   mischief.             

❝     ——-  are  we  to  curse  it  together  once  it   rises  ?     ❞  

                       starter  for    @dampir·

his kin   —   not completely kind;   a thread of a difference   —   does not appreciate a whole many things.   the sun is one of them.   the thought of stepping out of shade and turning to ash,   stronger vampires able to stand being in the light for more than a feeble few seconds,   is not the glorious death that many has thought of.   alucard feels himself to be particularly lucky in that regards,   mother blessing him with the power to walk in the light.   funny,   really.   hilarious.

but best not dwell on such macabre things.   he looks down at odette,   still a girl while the stars dance high,   and though a corner of lip is curled up into a slight smile he still manages to draw out a sigh.

“     that is the gist of it,     ”     he replies,   crossing arms tightly over chest and looking up;   the sun is not in sight,   only pure night,     “     though i am ...   an outlier.   i quite enjoy the warmth of the sun.     ”     that is not the end of their conversation.

“     ...   but,   if you want to curse it,   don’t let me be the one to stop you.   i don’t think you’d be the first or the last to do it,   either.     ”     raised brow,   though humor persist in tone.

#ohsdette #inchar. › thread. #theyre friends!!!!!!

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&  𝖆𝖑𝖑  𝖙𝖍𝖊  𝖒𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖘  𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖘𝖊  𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖗  𝖇𝖆𝖇𝖎𝖊𝖘  𝖙𝖔  𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖞  𝖆𝖜𝖆𝖞  𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒  𝖒𝖊  ―  𝖆𝖓𝖉  𝖕𝖗𝖆𝖞  𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞  𝖉𝖔𝖓'𝖙  𝖌𝖗𝖔𝖜  𝖚𝖕  𝖙𝖔  𝖇𝖊  𝖒𝖊  .

see  carrd  before  interacting  .

#outof. › promo. #puts gaunter's trevor in my mouth #mine now #/j #OK FR THO i love gaunter's take on trevor sm it's so good n funny #rlly brings the man to life before my very eyes

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𝚈𝙾𝚄   𝚁𝙴𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙱𝙴𝚁   𝚃𝙾𝙾   𝙼𝚄𝙲𝙷,     my   mother   said   to   me   recently,     𝚆𝙷𝚈  𝙷𝙾𝙻𝙳   𝙾𝙽   𝚃𝙾   𝙰𝙻𝙻   𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 ?

and   i   said,     𝚆𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴   𝙲𝙰𝙽   𝙸   𝙿𝚄𝚃   𝙸𝚃   𝙳𝙾𝚆𝙽 ?

independent,   selective,   private and headcanon - based   𝙰𝙻𝚄𝙲𝙰𝚁𝙳 / 𝙰𝙳𝚁𝙸𝙰𝙽 𝚃𝙴𝙿𝙴𝚂   of konami’s   𝙲𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙻𝙴𝚅𝙰𝙽𝙸𝙰   franchise.   critical towards netflix’s adaptation.   as written by kael   ( he / him,   18+ ).

#outof. › self promo. #castlevania rp #horror rp #indie rp #historical rp #vampire rp #league of legends rp #overwatch rp #gothic rp #uh yeah i guess that's enough ? #anyways ! #hi love me and alucard <3

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saying my name is so intimate why would you do that to me

#introspec. › person. #yeah

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i feel like i have to say it but on this blog the whole ordeal with taka and sumi just ...   didn’t happen.   in fact they didnt ever come by the castle.   there’s a lot to unpack about the situation but tl;dr   as a victim of something similar the entire situation makes me feel gross

#outof. › speaker. #im very open about my experiences and i draw a lot of paralles between myself n alucard but imo how they handled the situation just #it wasnt i chief #so we ignore it all #s3 is a hot mess and this entire blog is very anti - s3 in general #and i sure fuckin HOPE s4 will rectify the mistakes made but ngl i have little hope #tbd.

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killing a vampire is not as easy as people might think.   only the weak,   the fledglings,   are meager enough to die from a stake to the heart,   and that is only if you get close enough.   the belmonts knew their mortal weakness well and employed ranged weaponry to combat where they would fall short   —   knowing that stronger vampires,   ancient vampires,   are harder to slay.  

when he met trevor belmont it was with fire in his veins,   to avoid the sting of a whip.   to dance just out of reach and then get in close before the man could strike first again.   belmonts know how to kill vampires;   vampires are stronger than their offspring with human kind.

now,   however,   he greets the belmont with raised brow and   —   though now not with a sharpened sword   —   with a sharpened tongue,   scathing comments and watered down vitriol.   theirs is a dynamic built on sarcasm   (   and in moments when the sun has went down,   theirs is a dynamic built on curious touches,   on macabre understanding hunter and predator - prey   ).

alucard brushes a piece of trevor’s shirt to the side,   careful not to touch skin,   and asks with clarity,   purpose,     “     and ...   this scar ?   please tell me you didn’t get this one from a drunken stumble.    ”

@belmourned          ›          starter.

#belmourned #inchar. › thread. #nothing like casually asking ur boyFIEND about his scars <3

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misc sentence starters

“  i wish i knew how to talk about it.  ”   “  you don’t have to talk, we can just sit together.  ”   “  i don’t want to be alone anymore.  ”   “  i wish i could hate you.  ”  “  take a seat, we’re gonna be here a while.  ” “  i need you to trust me.  ”   “  i missed/miss you.  ”   “  she/he won’t listen to me.  ” “  let me do this for you. please.  ”   “  is there anything else you want to say to me?  ” “  tell me something happy.  ”   “  promise me.  ” “  i just want/wanted to help.  ”   “  let me explain.  ” “  i didn’t/don’t need you to understand, i just wanted/want you to support me.  ”   “  i’m on your side.  ” “  i’ve got your back, okay? ” “  please, tell me you have a plan.  ” “  stay with me tonight.  ” “  don’t go. please.  ”   “  i’ve been alone for so long i’m afraid i don’t know what it’s like not to be.  ”   “  talk to me.  ”   “  i did what i had to do.  ” “  we can’t keep going on like this.  ” “  i’m just tired.  ” “  i’m scared.  ” “  it’s okay to be afraid. fear can be good. use it.  ” “  it’s better to expect disappointment.  ” “  hope is dangerous.  ” “  i like seeing you smile.  ”   “  you look beautiful.  ”   “  be patient with her/him. they’re trying. ”   “  i’m trying my best and it’s not good enough. it’s never good enough. ” “  i’m starting to think i’m just fucked up.  ”   “  have a drink with me.  ” “  she/he is better off without me. but i guess that’s their choice.  ” “  you can’t dictate what’s best for someone else. ” “  can i help you?  ” “  i thought you’d like this.  ” “  do you wanna get out of here?  ” “  walk with me?  ” “  well, shit.  ”

#inchar. › prompts.

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he kisses her when she least expects, flour on hands and cheeks; an excuse, " let me see your face, " followed by hands cradling her face, thumbs wiping away the flour sticking to her chin, leaning forth, mindful of poking teeth, to softly lay claim to maria, maria who belongs to none but the west wind. it's a sweet kiss, much too brief, light and like a breeze, and he leaves just as quickly as he got there in the first place. " watch the dough, " he murmurs, leaning back, as if he didn't just steal what was never his to have.

she   is   a   terrible   cook

an   admission   bereft   of   mercy   ,      numerous   methods   thereby   listed   illustrating   more   effective   means   of   murder   ,      yet   had   ,      as   e’er   stubbornness   stoked   her   reckless   determination   ,      offered   to   teach   .         albeit   foolhardy   independence   near   burning   on   the   tongue   ,      maria   had   not   refused   .         unlike   days   of   teenaged   rebellion   ,      the   foolish   indignation   towards   perceived   slight   ,      immature   in   her   rejection   of   all   feminine   roles   .         A   MEMORY   THAT   SHUDDERS   ,      embarrassing   naïveté   encroaching   distraction   shaken   from   her   head   ,      focus   found   in   kneading   dough   against   countertop   ,      concurrently   spreading   flour   from   working   epicentre   .         a   mess   surrounds   ,      chaos   colourised   ,      just   like   a   belmont   to   cause   more   destruction   than   she’d   create   ,      and   she   ,      with   grin   ,      calls   it      ‘   heart   ’

hands   grasp   her   face   and   maria   smiles   something   blithe   ,      expecting   bout   of   humoured   taunts   ,      ready   to   respond   in   kind      ———      instead   ,      he   grants   a   tender   display   ,      faltering   seasoned   wit   .         fingers   featherlight   against   flesh   ,      lips   brought   to   hers   in   prayer   ,      a   whisper   of   a   kiss   that   blooms   within   the   half   second   ,      half   wilting   in   the   next      ——

ALUCARD   PULLS   AWAY      /      STEPS   AWAY      /      RUNAWAY

——      and   fractures   the   spellbind   ,      murmur   that   falls   dismissive      /      some   form   of   retreat      /      forgetting   maria   will   e’er   continue   in   pursuit   .         she   does   ,      of   course   .         nigh   predictable   in   pivot   ,      determination   amidst   rose   flush

❛      forget   the   dough   .      ❜            retort   ,      riposte   .         sweetened   ,      softer   ,      but   ,      ne’er   tame   .         fingers   find   purchase   on   his   collar   ,      heeding   not   the   flour   that   dusts   betwixt   ,      upon   his   shirt   ,      and   tugs   him   closer            ❛      kiss   me   properly   ,      ❜            and   she   ,     enkindling   embers   left   to   smoulder   ,      faint   echo   to   duet   ,      harp   song   and   piano   ,      kisses   him   as   her   blossoming   heart   intends   ,      gentle   at   the   core   ,      true   and   unafraid   ,      and   ,      boldly      /      boldly   ,      stirs   the   bare   bones   of   love

*   unprompted

#rel. › her angel eyes saw the good in many devils — and i; i am a well fed devil but i still want her ⟨ shedove. ⟩ #IM GOING FUC KI N INSANEEEEE #FAE IM YELLING I LVOE THEM SO MUCH

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ship tags.

#rel. › her angel eyes saw the good in many devils — and i; i am a well fed devil but i still want her ⟨ shedove. ⟩ #rel. › flowers growing in my lungs; i’ll rip them out to give you a bouquet of unsaid i love yous ⟨ belndes. ⟩ #rel. › he grabbed me by the neck and said there is nothing between us — nothing; our lips are touching ⟨ belmourned. ⟩

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some primary colored maria and alucard

#vis. › when the dust settles we will make this clear; to weep is to make reality of grief ⟨ alucard. ⟩ #char. › maria renard.

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it is very important to my portrayal of alucard to note that he’s *explicitly* a trans man

alucard passes exceptionally well and has gone through,   and is still going through,   both alchemical and physical transition;   with his mother,   lisa,   and his father,   dracula,   both being people of medicine and science they helped their son through the procedures when he was old enough to make the decision to further his treatment

alucard has gotten alchemical treatment to deepen his voice and to make his features turn sharper,   more masculine,   like hormone replacement with testosterone will do.   he cuts a sharper figure and,   though he still has remnants of feminine curves,   particularly in the shape of his hips and the curve of his waist,   these are easily hidden by his choice of attire

alucard has also acquired top surgery.   even before the surgery his chest was not something to brag about,   evidently on the smaller side,   and thus his type of top surgery were of the keyhole kind,   thus making his scars near impossible to see unless a person is very expicitly looking at his areolas

alucard does not want nor will he acquire bottom surgery,   and after the deaths of his parents he knows that noone will be able to do something like that.   he’s perfectly happy with what he has below his belt.

#introspec. › headcanon. #gaunter talked about trevor n i was Inspired bc like. i have a clear picture for alucard in mind #we've seen him shirtless and tbh i think Keyhole scars would fit him rather well considering theyre v small incisions #but anyways #im a trans man and i love projecting onto my faves <33 #slaps alucard on his head: this man can fit so much trans in him

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love for us that we look at castlevania characters and points the Transes your Gender beam at them

#outof. › speaker. #ur trans and ur trans and ur trans #every1 is trans #not a single cis muse in sight #tbd.