DEVIL FORGE

ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟʟ.

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hector’s moved here! @cruorse

[enjedi]

𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘢𝘯. 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙅𝙀𝘿𝙄 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙁𝘼𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙍.

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hector🥺🥺

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

[pixie-yeti]

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smooches forehead   ☺️     /      asked by @caerlestis​​

𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘, 𝐔𝐍𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒. she, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚖𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚊, brings forth her soothing presence ----- and  with it this brilliant light that could blind even the darkness. alike a goddess, he surmises. plush lips press gently ‘gainst his forehead, ‘gainst the worry lines formed after years of constant stress.        shortly thereafter, his heart begins to swell. 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝  /  𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚝.          for, undeserving is he, truly, of love and affection.                  the plague ‘pon this earth  :  man who creates life from death, the revered necromancer of fearsome dracula’s grand former army.     a man -------- nay, a monster -------- such as he, deserved not such love.

weakened by emotions, however, fingers begin to flex at his side,        curling and uncurling fists tentative in their desire to wrap ‘round her waist,          caress the woman he so dearly cared for. inflicted with constant pain and agony,    she sought only to relieve the stress of war woven into his brow with the gentlest of kisses ‘pon them.   and, to his surprise, it had worked. perhaps . . . he would allow himself to indulge himself in this warmth,           caress her as he so desperately wished. if only just this once, he sought after peace.

and he hums, softly, when her form leans back into   the palms of his hands pressed against the curve of her lower back.       ❛  hello to you too.  ❜ the smallest of smiles curves the edges of his features into an expression reserved solely for her.

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@aicidos​​  asked  :  ❝ oh, maybe you’re really leaving this time around. ❞ from alucard.... hector dont leave pwease

lungs aflame with a single inhalation, wildfires burning through an ivory cage of bones, those long since cracked, fractured by merciless battles. when the breath is exhaled, heavily, a trail of smoke would follow in wisps. perhaps, acting as a smoke signal to the mind  :   proceed with caution, ‘lest you face battles you’re not yet ready to engage. 

❛  i am.  ❜   words carry themselves over his shoulder, voice barely above a whisper. a path they only just hesitated to travel, as he is slightly opposed to forsaking the solace he’s found in the presence of another. how the human heart dares to defy him now, he’s longed for numbness since birth, to ignore the pain ------ and, once upon a time, he was successful. 

in hindsight, however, truly he was always a puppet to the dhampir’s bloodline ------ was he not ? former master, lord and commander, dracula, provided him with solace once. a mild and rare form of solace, unexpected in its arrival but true to his heart nonetheless. though, try as he might to deny it. some time before the creation of night hordes and undead armies; in between the bloodshed and war room discussions, a rather profound bond was forged between devil master and his superior. that of which provided hector with a strange sense of peace, knowing he would never be alone again / he would never face the cruel uncertainties of loneliness and humanity. he was promised revenge and vengeance against the bane of his own existence, and it brought him peace. 

with time, however, all good things come to an end. 

is this not so different? the way he finds peace in alucard’s presence ----- the reliance on another to fend off human insecurities. and, once more, does he find himself fleeing. with the moonlight to be his only company hereafter, he foresees a lonesome journey back to the east of rhodes, where he would spend his remaining days in isolation. much like before.

❛  this castle and all that remains will act as a reminder of my past.  ❜  he sighs. and though his backside is towards the other, the tone of voice noticeably shifting is enough imply what expression takes hold of his features.  ❛  i cannot change what i have done, nor do i apologize for my wrongdoings ------- but i would rather not be constantly reminded of the bloodshed.  ❜

[raviollies]

adagio of life and death 

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hector’s playlist is so sexy. i always listen to it and c ry.

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grdna·  :  flower that blooms in adversity.

TEMTPORAILY SILENCE , FRETS THAT KISSED her visage : accustomed to such feelings on the daily. for her own troubles or those around her ( A BEACON TO HELP THOSE WHO NEEDED CLARITY ). true that injuries will heal without any sort of medical aid , perhaps even leaving behind a colored bruise that dared to taint on the other’s flesh —- pain which follows afterward can either be seen through facial expressions. the guy in front of her , Hector , whom she known when she was a little girl , to dismiss the obvious —- how long exactly have they last seen one another? years can change a person , huh? or perhaps —- ?❝ Hector — are you sure you’re alright? ❞  his queries about the peddler did catch Aerith off guard , perplex to put it correctly. s h e c a n n o t b e r e a l.  her heart sunk. palms clasps on her knees ,  as the brunette slowly brought herself down close to the flower beds ( CLOTHED KNEES MET WITH SOFTENED PETALS ). so — THEY didn’t tell him , of course not. ❝  I live here. for quite some time. ❞  her gaze never once looking away. oh , how she missed him dearly. ❝ they never did tell you , huh? … let’s go somewhere more private && talk some more. ❞  unclasping her hands , Aerith slowly reached her arm out && gently placed her hand on his shoulder. a smile of innocence , hopeful eyes that glistened beneath the golden rays. ❝ okay? ❞

acutely aware of his own delirium, sanity forsaken in hopes of clinging to the vision before him  :  the friend who abandoned him at such a young age, taken away by death, itself. the ache of mind, body, and heart add to the pain stemming from injuries sustained by night beasts with an order to kill. daresay, she managed to distract him from the pain, though; much like she did when they were children. soft porcelain cheeks, dusted in a light hue of roseate -------- how they haven’t changed, even now. dreams that felt much like reality, they’ve begun to worry him. [ they never told you? ] told him what?

❛  are you real?  ❜  if that is the case, then ...  ❛  no ---------  ❜  yet another lie that drove him to fill oceans with blood; another lie that fueled his hatred for mankind. abruptly, he lunges forward, collecting her wrist.   ❛   you died.  ❜  how his mind must torment him; how his heart may very well beat itself to death.

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hector castevania, reply yes to agree

[brooklynislandgirl]

UPDATE! Xkit has just updated the “Old Blue” extension. Open your Xkit on your dash and either select old blue, of if you were using it already like I was… click on its little icon under “my xkit” tab.

Select use old font family, and set the base font back to 14px  and everything is more or less back to normal :) A THOUSAND BLESSINGS ON the XK folks <3

[cruorse-a]

etrefurieuse  :  lord of calamity.

     many  individuals,   from  foes  to  pawns,  often  crawled  on  the  ground,   in hopes  of  flattering  her  ego.   being  under  the  alliance  and  protection  of  chaos,   of  the  woman  embracing  the  eschatology.   the  man,   harboring  deep  loath  against  his  peers,could  see  through  the  bewitching  beauty  of  a  tarnished  creature.   in  return  turn  she  meets  a  man  holding  tight  his  knowledge  about  the  abbey,   about  all  the  unsaid  wrongdoings  done  to  their  sheeps ——  followers.

          ❝   they  will  paint  me  as  the  devil  itself,   if  they  intend  to  see  themselves  as  saints.   ❞   every  nasty  metaphor,   every  wicked  symbol  shall  be  associated  to  a  martyr  now  written  as  an  insatiable  daemon.   born  from  the  flames  of  hell  and  spite.   ❝  now,  i  suppose  that  you’re  here  for  a  reason.   or  did  you  come  all  the  way  to  say  hello ?   ❞

daemon incarnate, fiery soul birthed from the depths of hell’s endless rage  :  she, revenge - bound creature, dares to defy the abbey whom claim self - righteousness, whom demanded loyalty and blind faith from its flock; he, former lamb led astray, until he deemed heresy a far more worthy crusade  :  they, though at separate ends of the spectrum, shared a profound hatred for one being who the world’s chosen as their savior. he knows the church’s lies, knows them well; for they are tattooed ‘pon his own flesh and bone.  ❛  as they do most who dare defy them.  ❜  careful with his words, tongue tentative to speak more truths that await freedom at the very edge of roseate lips.

for now, at least, he is willing to offer her the bare minimum, in order to gain some form of trust. ❛ i followed your bloody trail, seeing as how you’ve made it so easy to follow in the first place.  ❜  a gentle shake of his head,  ❛  i’ve sought you out personally ... to warn you.  ❜ 

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attempting to write, like this for small starter maybe ; 3; 

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fractempyreal·   :   son of sparda . 

                        ❛    Call   back   your   pug    .      I’ve   no   desire   to   play   with   him    .    ❜

            @cruorse·  liked this!

❛   cezar means well.   ❜   a pause,  ❛   tell him you’ve no interest, then. he’s intelligent enough to understand.   ❜  

[aicidos]

@cruorse​ said:   ❝ it’s been good to find that you’re just like me. ❞ @ alucard :)

   𝖺𝗅𝗎𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗍𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝖽𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗌𝗇’𝗍. there’s people who want to get to the bottom of it, to the core, by taunting the flesh. and by taunting, ripping it open. burning it. staking it. unknown to him, hector has a history with fire, and more intimately tied, with hatred. it shone clearer in the blue of his eyes when he looked away, but alucard is a man with little left to hide. he has lost what should have lasted best. and hector of all people would have caught wind of as much———  it’s been good to find that you’re just like me. 

   those are the words that brought him the realization this .  .  . isn’t so much of an unfortunate coincidence as it is something .  .  . closer. there’s not a change in the air over it, only the lifting of his head. adrian sees with vision that had passed through the test of his own humanity: 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆, 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 ?  the extent in which he believes this isn’t so important as it is acknowledging, whether it’s true or not, that they share a common ground. and that’s the thing. adrian half-keeps. 

   and when he shares, he can’t think to ever stop giving.

   hector offers his sincerity.  “  so we are,  ”  in turn, adrian’s sentimentality, a being of its own, pulses between the canines. it’s a smile, weak as it may be.  “  𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘦 .  .  .  ”  his hand nearly falls atop his chest—the scar on it, the heart behind it—at that word.  “  𝗶𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻’𝘁 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝗮𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂’𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗶𝘁.  ”

midnight empire sentences.  ♡  * closed !

[grdna-moved-deactivated20210620]

                  HECTOR! 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐀 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 ( PROMPTED ASK! ):                                      ❛  you  are  the  peace  i  crave  in  this  chaotic  world  .  ❜ / @cruorse​

𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑 lips , delicate fingers that weaved through tresses of smoke , petite physique that clung around his grasp ( BODIES INTERTWINED ON COUCH , CRANIUM RESTED ON CHEST ) , an intimate gesture which led both individuals cuddling one another in domestic bliss. evening rays that bleed through blinds , casting patches on wooden flooring ( DISPERSING SHADOWS THAT CREPT OVER THE HOUSEHOLD ). silence lingered between the two , lips pursed / furrowed brows : deep in thought to what Hector had said. consideration of the things that could possibly happen , one that she couldn’t bear to understand nor paint a picture of the years both individuals had been separated ( FALSE INFORMATION GIVEN BY HORRID MOTHER ). exactly what were the horrors , duties that he had to obey? ones that plagued his inner being , her worries never cease to exist. when away from one another or together , Aerith will always worry. she did not want him to fall into darkness. she knew one thing for certain , she’ll be there as his light. a guide to lead him out of the pit , serenity he direly needed. 

𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐃 , 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐘 ( I F HIS SIGHT CAUGHT HER WORRIES , A TEASE RESPONSE FROM OTHER ). ‘ you’ll get early wrinkles if you frown too much , Aerith ‘.  hands withdrawal from affectionate weave , prompting her upper body up.  ❝ Hector…. ❞ her voice was soft , a gentle reassurance to the devil forgemaster. her palms cupped his cheeks , leaning her own forehead against his. her sight welcomed the darkness temporarily ( TAKING IN THE TENDER MOMENT BETWEEN THE DUO ).  ❝ let me continue being your peace. let me be your lighthouse , your sanctuary. ❞ the brunette spoke the truth. please lead him away from the chaotic world that is happening around them. please let him experience the happiness that Hector deserves.  please…please.  ❝ it’s my turn to protect you. ❞

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@aicidos· ,  trevor.

  𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙚 𝙜𝙤. the usual spiel of manners, and sober or not, he’d be able to recite it by heart, perhaps even in alucard’s pitch.  “  oh, no. i was worse.  ”  trevor’s mind is very much elsewhere, holding a bottle up for good measure; he hasn’t had his hands on something this refined in… well. ever. needless to say, 𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗈𝗋'𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒. trevor reaches for the dagger at his hip to unscrew the bottle the only way he knows down here, all while mumbling:  “  look. you’re right. 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙪𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙝𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙧,  ”  pop !  there goes the screw. a glance at his company, then, unamused and unbothered,  “  if you’re not going to have a drink, you should tell me now before i drink straight from it.  ”  @cruorse  ♡’ed (  + continued.  )

feast thine eyes upon the legend  /  the slayer of dracula in all his grandeur. a sight to behold, truly, but none so magnificent as its contrasting tales of glory. ❛  belmont, need i remind you  :  isaac is somewhere in this castle and we’ve little time to spare before we lose him. again.  ❜  time is of the essence, he would emphasis. a point so clearly dismissed as a singular  ‘  pop  ‘ of a cork vibrates throughout the small confines of dracula’s former wine cellar. for the second time within the span of two minutes, he sighs. ❛  no. i do not want any of that swill.  ❜