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independent , private , & . selective rp blog for adrian fahrenheit țepeș , aka alucard of wallachia , from konami's castlevania . games-based , heavily influenced by romanian folklore . written by kat , she/her , 29 . i am not affiliated with konami or any of the creators of the show . & . i am disconnected with the fandom , but welcome new friends always . as always , please read the rules outlined in my carrd before you follow ! i ask that no minors interact .

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ affiliated with : @azarathian. @lamourstre.

you are your father's son , but you are not your father . you are at the forefront of the rebellion , but you are not the face of the campaign . solitude suits you better than company . irrelevant reverence . even when they're gone , you hold on so tightly to them . i need a father . i need a mother . i need some older , wiser being to cry to . i talk to god , but the sky is empty .

ㅤ⁰¹⋆ carrd. ⁰²⋆ pinterest. ⁰³⋆ spotify. ⁰⁴⋆ prompts. ⁰⁵⋆ hcs.

#pinned.

i miss seeing your writing on my dash <3

wait omg who sent me this . … who sent me this …. this is so kind of you to send in passing !! i've been struck with the vampire itchies again, considering i've been struggling to write anything at all aside from anything to do with vampires. don't even tempt me … i miss alucard so much some days. :F

⋆ ☾*ೃ ` omg a compliment . ᥫ᭡ .

#( ;; this is so nice i'm crying forever about it. )#⋆ ☾*ೃ ` answered.#⋆ ☾*ೃ ` saved.#anon

sighs loudly.

#( ;; WHAT IF KAT JUST POSTS ON ALL HER BLOGS TODAY. )#( ;; i'm listening to libertango how can i NOT think of a.lucard today. and vampires in general iykyk. )#⋆ ☾*ೃ ` out of character.

littlekittenamy

Alucard 🩸🦇

Went back to black and grey rendering since I thought my work was slacking latley

#( ;; ATTENTION. now seems like a good time to entertain thoughts ideas and notions of vampires again huh. )#⋆ ☾*ೃ alucard. ` will you see the human in my being?#⋆ ☾*ೃ ` art.

kosmogrl

I never got over anything. I miss everyone and everything. nostalgia and grief kill me every day. oh and I also love going on walks.

#( ;; very real actually. )#⋆ ☾*ೃ ` musing.

the entire world versus reminding me i miss alucard.

#( ;; and may i just say. what the hell. )#⋆ ☾*ೃ ` out of character.

iggys-art

Wip of Alucard

#( ;; NOOOOOOOOOOOO. hey everyone. been thinking about vampires lately so here i am for a sec. )#⋆ ☾*ೃ alucard. ` will you see the human in my being?#⋆ ☾*ೃ ` art.

yes i AM in fact crying over this.

#( ;; been emotionally compromised for like 12 hours since m.acy sent me this. DESTROYED. )

hi all, i've been writing more on my geralt of rivia lately than i have been around here. if you're familiar with the fandom or would just like me to follow so i can finagle even more au verses for him, please like this so i can follow !!! idk who would be interested so. :)

#( ;; one thing about g.eralt is he ALWAYS returns. )#⋆ ☾*ೃ ` out of character.

wintvies

they hate it when you’re pretty and slightly off-putting

#( ;; by the time 2035 rolls around this is his attitude. as if it's his fault. )#⋆ ☾*ೃ ` mannerism.

a gentle kiss pressed 'pon his head — dracula.

sometimes, a boy feels the urge to sit with his father, covered in the guise of a small, nosed bat. it had been urgent instinct the moment he’d seen the vampire sat on the lounging couch with that book in his hand, INSISTENT UPON HIS VERY INTRUSION INTO THE SITUATION. a small thing now ( something he has since sadly outgrown in his dhampir form ), settled in the crook of his father’s elbow and warm in the dark fabrics as he, comfortably, reads along with him, ever so often squeaking softly to let him know that he is finished with his page. there is an invariable peace in this one which eventually has him shutting his eyes and nestling right in for a small nap, even if just for a moment.

a moment it is, once he feels his father shift and press his lips to his head. another squeak, this time happy as he opens his eyes again. he cannot return it the same, but looks up just to tap his nose against his father's chin. affectionate.

⋆ ☾*ೃ ` international bat appreciation day ! ᥫ᭡ . @bycain.

#bycain #⋆ ☾*ೃ ` answered.#⋆ ☾*ೃ main i. ` 'twould be best if i were to disappear forever.#( ;; i have not seen a happier child than this. :((( )

cyanorhis

#( ;; IS THAT G.RANT????????????????????????? WHAT IS UPPPPPPPPPPPPP. finally some a.rt of g.rant d.anasty around here. )#( ;; THE heroes. god. )#⋆ ☾*ೃ ` art.#⋆ ☾*ೃ trevor. ` our souls are forever bound &. i'll see you in hell.#⋆ ☾*ೃ sypha. ` she will swallow you whole and spit you out.#⋆ ☾*ೃ grant. ` i dreamed i was turned into a ghost.#⋆ ☾*ೃ alucard. ` will you see the human in my being?

scrolling through pinterest trying to avoid the ai generated artwork is like walking in a minefield trying to avoid stepping on a landmine.

#( ;; sometimes i can't even tell. it's exhausting to look closely at everything that mildly interests me just to see if it's real. ugh. )#⋆ ☾*ೃ ` out of character.

graveston3s

the time they'd spend together was indescribable , it was one of the few moments of reprieve kate had amongst the wafts of torment and darkness of the entity's realm and she could never even years after if it were centuries itself or mere seconds that had passed . all she knew was there was a blonde man with the shyest smile and most captivating eyes she'd ever known that lived in the outskirts of her dreams , like he were nothing but a manifestation of light in the shadows of hell .

but when her eyes had met his in the crowd , she knew that he wasn't something her mind had conjured up to stomach surviving . he'd been very real , in whispers of a language she hardly understood , to the sweetest chuckle that had ever rang in her ears --- he'd always been real . and so she stands , frozen like a deer caught in headlights except he was not the danger of an oncoming car --- alucard resembled an angel in her eyes . " it's you . " she whispers , still in disbelief as her mind refuses to catch up with the reality at hand . her feet move without effort , like she was running on auto pilot as arms wrap tight around him not considering the years lost , how they were really nothing more than textbook strangers . none of that matters to her . " how are you here ? "

dhampirul

how are you here ? ❝ it's been a long time. ❞ longer than he would have liked, but shorter, still, than if he were to have expected her to be around wholeheartedly five hundred years later. IT WOULD HAVE BEEN AGONY TO WAIT SO LONG WITH THAT HOPE ; so he had shuttered it in his heart, not allowed himself to grasp much of it at all at any one time, and walked through the years with wondering ease, as though insistent upon his disbeliefs, just to make it easier on himself. he had thought of her a great deal those first few years. perhaps those first few decades. but, like any memory, the intensity had lessened and become bearable, at least. in all that time since they had last seen each other, he has seen a great deal.

prying eyes have no longer become such a threat to him in the past century, now that dracula's legacy has faded and its heroes become myth, YET HE CAN FEEL SEVERAL ON THEM AS HE HOLDS HER NOW, his arms entwined loosely around her. how would a stranger know the kate denson like this ? he would like to think … well, never mind it. ❝ i assume we were sent back to our respective times, ❞ he says, in a voice meant only for her. ❝ i was sent back to where i was pulled from … if i recall correctly, somewhere around 1476. and i've been here since. but if you're asking literally … i took a plane to get into your country. ❞ a faint, ghost of a smile.

#graveston3s #⋆ ☾*ೃ ` thread.#⋆ ☾*ೃ dbd. ` evil is an absolute necessity in this world.#( ;; I HAD NO CLUE IT WAS MY TURN THE WHOLE TIME. I'M SUCH A WORM ... forgive me ... i hand this to you on a platter. )

dr-gaytorius

um sorry for moaning when you stabbed me. it's been a really long time since anyone touched me like that

#( ;; god. as if it's his fault. )#⋆ ☾*ೃ ` mannerism.

the weight of trevor's boots disturb him greatly, and he shifts against it, though he does not try to push them away. there is a price to be paid, FOR ALLOWING THOSE CLOSEST TO HIM TO CONSIDER HIM NOT IN A STATE OF CONSTANT THREATENED NERVES, but instead in comfortable camaraderie. leave it to trevor belmont, of all people, to test the very few nerves he has left, after all that has happened, after all that they have been through ( admittedly, it is a comfortable, companionable atmosphere which he will actually confess aloud ). he is not unhappy.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤbut that doesn't mean he won't actual like it. with an almost over-the-top exasperated sigh, the dhampir sets his hands on the boots, fingers absentmindedly playing along sparce old laces. nails pick at a small patch of mud clung about the edge of a strap. he plucks it off, watches as it crumbles into smaller pieces, AND MAKES A SHOW OF TOSSING IT AT TREVOR'S FACE. uncouth, uncultured : so rings the voice of a parent. the corner of his lip twitches upward in a faint smile. it does not touch his eyes.

❝ i think i should have my name engraved in one of these chairs. ❞ murmured in lower register and higher volume, chin raised. ❝ as a medal of honor, of sorts, for being the first vampire to befriend a belmont since … ❞ a moment of thought. since my father. he only knows bits and pieces of that history, and lately, he does not think he knows much of it after all. ❝ since the dawn of time. ❞

continued. / @whipslayer.

#whipslayer #⋆ ☾*ೃ ` thread.#⋆ ☾*ೃ main i. ` 'twould be best if i were to disappear forever.#( ;; hehehehe. teehehehe. hehehe. )

hehehe. i updated his hunter profile into something more mhwilds verse-aligned.

#( ;; poses seductively except this IS the pose. )#⋆ ☾*ೃ ` out of character.

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