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bornfreakdraws · 1 year
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Dahmpir princeling gets the gentle topping he deserves
(look me up @ Born Freak on p4tre0n for the full drawing)
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fionainlove · 1 year
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demigoddessqueens · 1 year
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Castlevania trending so here’s just a daily reminder
HE ✨💕💞
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vvitchazure · 1 year
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Let’s grow old together, and die at the same time.
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greta x alucard
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lotor x allura x keith
zuko x katara
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rosalyn x cronan
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luz x hunter
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aladdin x jasmine
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robin x raven
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mateo x elena
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these are all bisexual ships and i’m unwell
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gretasworld · 1 year
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Yes indeed. 🏋️‍♀️And he is a proper dude. The real Alucard of Konami, the dude with a golden ✝️ 💪
And he doesn't get fucked to be revealed bi 🚫 either. 👎But netflix destroys everything they get their hands on right. Fuck this corporation.
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shjpperbasement · 4 months
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My Roman Empire is Greta telling Alucard that magic on him smells sweet like spices
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pinkvampiress · 6 months
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I really will never get the hate towards Greta.
Sure, I guess people didn’t take much to how late she came in and how a romance took place, but take that complaint to the studio and the writers.
There are characters that literally coerced others into sex, cold-blooded killers, and attempted genocide, but somehow a woman who puts her foot down is the one who annoys you. Oh and the “she’s mean to him” …mean to the man who was lashing insults unwarranted at Trevor, calling his family “mentally ill hoarders” just because he was uncomfortable in the Belmont hold that HE willingly stepped into?! (She’s not even mean… she didn’t trust him, which was understandable because the man was practically alcoholic and had dead corpses impaled in his front lawn. The village desperately needed help, her brother legit got killed in the process trying to seek it. He was the only option.)
and I’m not about to get into the topic of racism within this fandom because that plays the biggest role to a lot of y’all, whether you want to admit it or not.
Like why are you bitching at people who happens to like a harmless ship/character? You can block the words and people, you know. Blocking is a free feature.
She may not be interesting to you, but she’s not a bad character.
A lot of you need to fucking chill. I’m not trying to deal with people talking down on me cause I just enjoy a damn ship that’s not even problematic. Like this is why folks don’t like to heavily engage in fandom spaces anymore.
It’s tired.
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nicolaigraevestoun · 4 days
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Don't reblog. Take a screenshot and upload it, but tag it with all your OTPs.
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magicandjuliet · 1 year
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These two are the Esmeralda and Phoebus of their universe I don't make the rules sorry
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ruiniel · 6 months
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Crown
Fandom: Castlevania Series (2017-2021)
Rating: G
Relationship: Alucard/Greta of Danesti
Characters: Alucard, Greta of Danesti
Count: 0.9k
Also on AO3
Additional Tags: First Kiss, Mythology References, Putting some folklore in your Castlevanias, Stargazing, Post-Castlevania 2017-2021, Romantic Fluff
Summary: Another old oneshot written for an ask. Also wanted to see these two & use this reference in particular.
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“And that one?” her finger stabbed the heavens, pointing to a bright, pulsing star among the clusters smattering the black skies. 
“That, is called Eltanin in classical lore,” Alucard murmured. “The brightest star in the Draco constellation, no less.”
“Draco,” Greta mouthed. “The Dragon, we call it.” 
“That’s right.”
They reclined together on the naked grass warmed by summer, her head resting on his chest as they watched the wheeling galaxies above. The others had long retired, though fading voices raised in song could yet be heard here and there in the vicinity.
The bonfire closest to them, one of many lit to celebrate the year’s Midsummer night, had dwindled to red embers. The air was scented with yellow bedstraw flowers which lay in a heap at Greta’s side. She took another cluster in hand, spinning the stalks absently with long, able fingers.  
“What are you making?” Alucard asked, genuine curiosity coloring his voice. She’d been working on it for some time now.
“They say... tonight is special; that the air drips with potent magic,” Greta answered, adding the finishing touches to the makings of the floral crown. “That the heavens tear open, making it, among other things, the most auspicious night for casting spells,” she added in half jest.
“You have my attention,” Alucard smiled. He’d been surrounded by the knowledge of ages during his formative years, but some matters of folklore and the myths of the land were foreign to him. 
Greta smoothly rose from her place, and glanced down at his youthful face lit crimson by dying flames. Their eyes locked as her hand reached for his; their fingers weaved together, and Alucard swallowed the angry lashing of his heart at the warm, hopeful touch. Seconds turned to minutes and still in silence they sat, basking in that effortless, subdued contentment. It was far from strange, or awkward. They’ve been all of those things during the past month, but tonight yet again they drifted towards each other, and the quietude was comfortable, soothing, natural; that which they both craved. Crickets chirped their trills around them, and slowly Alucard rose to sit, leaning back on his arms. He stared at the floral crown Greta held in her hands. “Tell me more.”
Her smile was soft, but no less impish; he’d come to welcome it, and the truth did not deter or scare him; not anymore.
“All right. See, the custom is for girls to braid crowns of yellow bedstraw, a symbol of the benevolent fairies said to roam freely this night,” Greta reached for a lock of his hair as Alucard leaned towards her, eyes closing at the graze of her hand upon his cheek. Her fingers bore the sweet, honey-like fragrance of petals. “They dance their secret dances, and bless the crops, and are said to bestow good health on people who honor them.”
Alucard opened his eyes, watching as she turned the crown in her hands. “The women wear these, gathering at nightfall to dance and meet their lovers.”
“I see,” in his eyes sparked the embers. “Now I understand the earlier commotion around the bonfires. But this sounds like I’ve… read about it before somewhere,” Alucard mused, and slowly, reverently, took the crown from her hands and placed it on her head. Her smile was a soft, shining thing as the woman regarded him; a question in her eyes. She sought answers he could not form. 
“You might have,” she finally spoke. “The practice is rather ancient,” she added, absorbing every movement, every change in his expression.
His hand palmed her cheek. She knew his past, the difficulties he faced, what he shared of his fears. Why stall? What on god’s green earth was he waiting for? Change did not happen on its own, and its threads were again in his hands; in the sleek shape of her jaw, which he now traced with shaking fingers, in the way her chest heaved, in the sigh of her breath on his lips as he drew closer. This yearning was like struggling to tame a hungry beast and failing, and he knew its sharp teeth sank deep. Eyes closed, heart in hinges, he took the deepest plunge. 
Alucard knew not when his hand bound around her nape, when her fingers grasped his jaw; when he tasted hot delight on soft, seeking lips. Languidly he tilted his head just so, all the while bringing her into him; they chuckled when their noses bumped and their teeth chinked together in eagerness, both of them lost in the same rising fever, reaching for the cure. He was slow to relinquish control, but obligingly followed, meeting her halfway; struggling to breathe but wanting more as the stars shivered above his head and the embers burned his chest. The night flared and time poured between flicks of heat and pressure until she severed the link with a languorous suckle on his lip, and they both regarded the other with dazed wonder in their eyes and bare truth on their faces. 
Alucard wavered but a moment in jarring disbelief; then reached for her again. “Was that… was that all right?” he asked, pressing the words to her cheek as her hair slid through his fingers.
Greta blinked, sighing as his mouth found the corner of her lips, licking at her brimming smile. “I can’t really tell...” she rasped.
Alucard stilled, but her next words coated him like a balm.
 “...do it again.”
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ikcaris · 3 months
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Summary: Trevor has returned home a broken and worn man before, but this time he is met with more love and care than he knows what to do with.
Trevor x Sypha | Alucard x Greta | Trevor x Sypha x Alucard x Greta
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fionainlove · 26 days
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💖 Still like his daddy; loving his future wife
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ourladyofsiluva · 11 months
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demigoddessqueens · 2 years
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It’s their one year happy anniversary ❤️💜🖤🧡💛💚💙
And I wrote a lil something for @domaystic , day 13 (“working from home”)
Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38960106
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thepastelhobbit · 2 years
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"Are you wearing the b-"
"The bisexual Gretacard shirt? Yeah I am."
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