Imagine Alucard finding his human s/oās canines absolutely adorable because theyāre so small compared to his:
Sitting at the dinner table, you notice Adrian trying to discreetly glance at your mouth whenever you take a bite. Is there something stuck between your teeth?? You smile nervously, trying not to make it obvious that youāre flustered by him sneaking glances at you. And thatās when he starts laughing. So there IS something wrong with your teeth. But when you ask him whatās funny all you get is a ānothing, love.ā Ok??
ā§āĖā¢ā” a gentleman doesn't even begin to describe just how sweet he is to you.
considering Alucard was already well-mannered and more than polite before meeting you, once he falls for you (becoming immediately smitten), he's somehow even more so.
His tone becoming impossibly more gentler when talking to you, opening doors for you, pulling your your chair out for you, positioning himself in front of you at the first hint of trouble (even if you're a fighter/magic wielder).
ā§āĖā¢ā” attentive to every facet of your being.
he's very conscious of himself to ensure he isn't just staring at you but you do make it quite hard not to. Whenever you play with your hair in deep thought, the way your smile always meets your eyes, the way you silently gaze into the distance when you reminisce.
It's all so..mesmerizingāyou are mesmerizing.
So while it pains the dhampir to have to tear his eyes away from you at times so as not to make you feel uncomfortableit is very tempting to not want to see every expression your beautiful face makes.
ā§āĖā¢ā” calls you "beloved", "dearest" "flower", and "my love."
Alucard is such a naturally affectionate man once he's in love that pet names become second nature to him. However, it still is so cute how he was slightly hesitant to call you anything initially usually referring to you by nameāuntil it just slipped out.
Your breath catches for a moment, looking up at the blond from your place beside him on one of the library's plush velvet settees.
The castle is quiet around you, save for the occasional crackle from the fireplace and the soft rustle of pages turning. Warm afternoon sunlight filters through the tall windows, painting streaks of gold across the bookshelves and illuminating the dust motes drifting lazily through the air.
You'd spent the better part of the afternoon curled up together.
Your book long forgotten in your lap as you leaned comfortably against his shoulder, your head nestled against him while he read.
It was one of your favorite places to be.
Close enough to hear the steady rhythm of his breathing.
You were tracing absent patterns along the edge of your page when Alucard finally spoke. "Would you like some tea, my love?"
The word leaves his lips so naturally that neither of you seem to process it at first.
Your eyes widened slightly and you could feel Alucard stiffen slightly besides you. His gaze lowering from the book in his hand to where your head is resting on his shoulder. An adorable, light blush creeping on his pale cheeks. "Forgive me," he says quietly, setting his book aside perhaps a little too quickly. "I did not mean to presume."
The bashfulness in his voice is almost unfairly sweet, so you straighten slightly, lifting your head from his shoulder to shake your head with a soft smile. "You didn't. I don't mind you calling me thatāit's sweet."
For a moment, Alucard simply looks at you. Golden eyes searching your face as though trying to determine whether you're merely being kind. When he realizes you're sincere, some of the tension leaves his shoulders.
Barely noticeable.
"I'm glad," he says quietly. His voice is softer now, the afternoon sunlight catching against the pale strands of his hair as he looks at you, and you're suddenly struck by how unfairly beautiful he is.
Especially like this.
The realization makes your smile widen slightly. "Can I call you something too?"
His brows lift. "Something?"
You nod.
"You wish to give me a pet name?"
"Well, yes."
You tilt your head. "If you're going to call me things like my love and beloved, I think I should get one too."
A quiet laugh escapes him then. "I suppose that is fair."
ā§āĖā¢ā” guides you with a hand at your back through crowded towns, unfamiliar roads and in more sketchy parts of wood
Whether you're walking through a crowded marketplace, entering a room, or simply moving through the halls of the castle together, Alucard always seems to find his place just slightly behind your shoulder.
One hand resting lightly at the small of your back.
Never possessive. More so a subtle, discreet gesture. One that many don't notice on first glance.
Like no matter where you are, he'll make certain nothing reaches you first.
āĖā¢ā” is constantly making sure you're comfortable.
Perhaps it's because he's spent so much of his life caring for others, and caring for you is not much different nor a chore. Though it's probably because the sweet way you breathe a 'thank you Adrian,' or 'you're always so kind thank you my love.' Has him quick to whatever you need to hear those lovely again.
If you're cold, a cloak is draped over your shoulders before you can mention it.
If you're tired, he's already suggesting you rest.
If you're hungry, he's quietly finding a source of food for you.
Half the time, you don't even realize something was bothering you until he's already taken care of it.
And when you thank so softly like the angel you are?
He simply smiles.
ā§āĖā¢ā” always reaches for you in his sleep.
Alucard sleeps lightly by nature. Years of solitude and danger made certain of that. Yet slowly but surely, after sharing a bed with you, over time it's been increasingly easier to sleep soundly next to you.
Primarily because you fall asleep holding his hand.
You always knew that he carried a weight most people could scarcely imagine. The loss of his parents. His complicated love for his father. The loneliness. The years spent wandering with burdens that were never truly his to carry.
You knew there were nights his sleep wasn't peaceful.
So when you'd first begun sharing a bed, you'd made a habit of reaching for his hand before falling asleep. Not because you were afraid to sleep alone. But because you never wanted him to face even his nightmares alone ever again.
The first time you'd done it, he'd looked almost comforted yet confused. Glancing down at your intertwined fingers before looking back at you. Yet he hadn't pulled away.
And after that, it simply became part of your routine.
Until one evening, months later, as candlelight flickered softly across your shared chambers, Alucard spoke just as you were settling beneath the blankets.
"My love?"
His voice was unusually hesitant.
You immediately looked up from where you'd been adjusting the covers. "Yes?"
For a moment, he seemed almost uncertain.
Golden eyes lowering briefly.
Thenā
"Would you be comfortable with..." He paused, clearly searching for the words. "Me holding you while we slept?"
A warm smile glaced your lips as your nodded, "Of course, sweetheart."
Once settled into bed, Alucard's arm settled carefully around your waist as though he were handling something precious. Slowly relaxing into you only after you had done so yourself, and once he did, it was almost as though he could finally breathe properly.
Now, months later, Alucard rarely even realizes he's doing it.
You'll wake in the middle of the night to find yourself tucked securely against his chest. One arm wrapped around your waist. His hand resting over yours. Sometimes his face buried lightly in your hair.
Other times, when nightmares try to find him, you'll feel it. The unconscious way his fingers search across the mattress. The way he reaches for you even while asleep.
Seeking warmth.
And the moment he finds you, his body relaxes. The tension leaves his shoulders. His breathing evens out once more.
ā” princessxmin please do not alter, copy or translate my work !
CONTAINS āؾ ( 2.5k+ ) words of . . . nsfw, adrian āalucardā ČepeČ x vampire!fem!reader ( black coded ), canon-divergent, set in the set in the 15th century ( late 1400s ), established relationship, soft-dom!alucard, nasty rawww freaky ass vampire sex, missionary, blood-letting, blood drinking, size difference, use of pet names ( e.g. love, darling, iubire, etc. ), explicit language, lowercase intended, minors shoo!Ā
šš šā“šāÆ šāÆššāÆš.į ā„ requested by the lovely @rsv3n! thank you for the splendid idea <3 i think lulu would be veryyy open to a blood-sharing ritual! actually heās a little too excited, lol >.< heād love teasing you with that thick, red sweetness, swapping the liquid between your tongues as he fucks you nice 'n deep mmm . . thatās as intimate as can be, and he wants to be irrevocably close to you . plsss hubby is just so in love <3 please enjoy this little blood-stained drabble, and thank you for reading! ā¤ļø
dhampir blood is cloying, to put it best. sticky, syrupy, and far more potent than any mortal vein. your husband had been kind enough to let you drink in that confirmation just hours ago.Ā
castlevaniaās ancient stone held the chill of a thousand transylvanian winters, but within alucardās grand bedroom suite, the air was just about thick enough to tangibly cut through. on the floor lay a forgotten graveyard of finery ā stiff silk corsets and a froth of ruffled lace embroidery cast aside in the height of your lustful fever.
with a reverence that treats you like glass, alucard has you laid upon velvet furs, dropping you tenderly as if you weren't immortally powerful. he lowers his own body down to yours, defined and beautifully scarred, until his limbs entwine with your own and the cold of the castle fades into a distant memory.Ā
your skin remains so soft to the touch, holding this otherworldly glow; even after turning into something devoid of life. in the guttering candlelight, his pale skin looks like polished marble, the flickering flame highlighting the pink slash of his flesh scar, a stark contrast to the heat radiating between your cold, pressed bodies. he was only one part mortal, a beautiful contradiction you find it to be ā and beneath his ribs, half of a heart still drums a slow, heavy rhythm.Ā
alucardās hips find their home between your thighs once he finally sinks into you. you bracket the slim taper of his waist with your trembling legs, head throwing back as he presses the slippery crown of his pretty cock past the sticky schism of your puffy lips. you moan so deliciously whenever he enters you, a sound as coaxing as a lullaby; he doubts heās ever heard anything sweeter.Ā
his wispy blonde lashes flutter whenever your gushing hole contracts just enough to squeeze around the girth of him. he swears your heartbeat never truly left you; it mustāve simply gone down to your cunt, waiting for his touch to call it back to the surface. he begins to press into you with slow, deliberate rocking. it utterly delights him ā watching you mewl at the stretch he brings, breasts swaying with each thrust careful thrust he feeds you.Ā
āadrian . . mmm, dādonāt hold back on me,ā your plush lips are agape, the sliver of your precise fangs shining as you puff out sultry breaths of air out between them. āplease, my love, fuck me faster,ā you plead, the soft ache of knowing you can handle him ā and that he knows it too ā melting thick and heavy between you.Ā
your stiletto claws glide like the flat of a smooth blade over his skin, tearing vivid lines of crimson down the pale, broad canvas of his back. a low chuckle spills from him, dark and sweet like honeycomb, sending a deep, rhythmic throb straight to your core. thereās no need for words; you both know the truth by now. he craves the pain you bring.
āwhatever you wish, my dear,ā he indulges your request, no matter how bratty your whims might be, and takes a firm hold of your waist; hands locking onto the dipped curve of it, anchoring you to the bed, to him, so he can plow into your sopping pussy until the sharp collision of slapping skin casts the wettest, most lewdest of echoes throughout his bedchamber. your voice breaks into a scream of pure delight, a sweet kind of sound that vibrates through the room, making the wallachian-pine of the bedframe creak and groan beneath every heavy drop he makes into you.Ā
he begins to moan out your name between labored huffs, fangs bared with every breathless moan that slips out from his bobbing throat. adrian lowers his head, a curtain of golden hair cascading around him as his dark gaze fixes on the exact point where he enters you ā over, and over, and over again.Ā
you peer up at him lovingly, trace the image of your angel of a husband; watching as the base of his throbbing cock sheathes in deep, just to reappear with every heavy, punctuated drive of his hips. his abdomen flexes tightly with the effort. higher up, his thin brows are drawn up, pearly teeth grit, and his nose scrunched as his eyes squeeze shut in the pure surge of pleasure.
then, your gaze drifts, zoning in on his exposed throat.Ā
you find yourself fixated on the slender, elegant line of his neck, tracing the way it curves seamlessly into his shoulders and collarbone ā youāve always held a soft spot for it, your lips constantly drawn to kiss and nuzzle the skin there. the sloping protrusion of his adamās apple catches your gaze of how he swallows down his pooling desire, all as you eye that subtle vein running along the side, pulsing with every breath.Ā
the curiosity has lived in you for so long ā the wonder of what a dhampirās blood might taste like . . . what alucardās would taste like. as the intensity between you builds, your dilated eyes blow wide, mouth parting as you fixate on his neck. your focus narrows entirely on the way the veins running along it grow prominent, with all the exertion heās putting into fucking his darling wife so, so well.Ā
your husbandās always had the uncanny ability to anticipate your thoughts, even before you act on them. his eyes snap open, catching you in the act of staring ā as if the sudden, ebbing heat in his flowing arteries have already warned him exactly where you want to bite.
the hammering pulse in his throat begins to thrum harder.Ā
āah, you thirst . . . is that it, my love? shall I grab a chalice?ā he delivers an especially grinding thrust, pairing it with the humble swipe of his thumb over your clit. you whine, you nod, you weep, all from the sheer pleasure of it.
your head tosses against the pillows, the thorny edge of your nails sinking into his shoulder blades until fresh, bright blood spills and beads over your grip. it takes everything in your being to keep your hands from drifting up to your awaiting tongue.Ā
āhnnn! y-yes, but I . . . I want yours,ā you manage to gasp the words out, even as the heavy force of his rhythm knocks the breath right from your lips. your eyes lock ā your glassy, completely dilated gaze catching the piercing gold of his. in that silent, breathless look, everything clicks.
he finally gets it.
āyou ā haah, you wish to taste of me?ā adrian questions, leaning down low, slowing his thrusts and fucking into you harder, deeper, as if to pound the truth out of you. you nod, teary and needy, hands trailing up to caress either side of his neck, warming his silken skin with your open palms.
āmhm,ā you whisper, āiām sure youāre sweeter than any wine . . .ā your teeth catch your bottom lip, aching for the moment his potent blood finally drips onto your tongue. your ribbed, velvety walls clench around him at the mere thought, a sudden sensation that ripples through you both. adrian feels your pulse throb in perfect tandem against his skin as his hips continue their slow, heavy roll.Ā
āfuck,ā he manages out, the word torn from his throat. he never imagined a desire so dark would excite him so. āfor how long have you yearned for this?ā
āfar too long, my love,ā you mewl against his skin, pressing stray, wet kisses up the length of his neck. your fangs lightly graze his sweat-sheened throat, catching right over his adamās apple. you suck gently against the pulse point, the sharp friction causing him to twitch and jump deep inside you with a sudden, ragged gasp.
āresist no longer, iubire.ā he whines lowly, the muscles of his thighs and core flexing hard against you with every deep shove. ātake what you want.āĀ
alucard gathers his long blond hair in one hand, sweeping the heavy tresses over his shoulder to bare the smooth expanse of his neck. you gaze up at him, mapping the absolute submission written on his face. his golden irises gleam back at you in the dark, glinting with a sharp, needy excitement as he waits to feel your fangs against his skin.
as if to soothe your hesitation, he implores you with the breath of a command against your skin:
"drink of me." he whispers, his voice a low, heavy vibration that seems to echo through the silent stones of the chamber. it does well at reassuring you. sliding up the smooth, warm expanse of his neck in your hands, you bring your lips to his skin, agape mouth brushing his artery with a grateful sort of reverence. leaning in, you allow your fangs to graze the hot skin of his jugular, tracking the frantic ba-dum of the pulse that marks his human heritage.
when you finally, finally, bite down, alucard lets out the sharpest, most ragged breath, his hands locking onto your hips as he bucks up into you at the welcome intrusion. his rich dhampir blood surges into your mouth ā a potent, velvety syrup that tastes of concentrated life and a deep, metallic sweetness that coats your tongue like the most saccharine nectar.
āhngh, yāyes, yes, yes . . .ā his eyes scroll back into his head as you cradle his beautiful face in your hands, completely helpless under your touch as you drain him, lapping his blood hungrily into your mouth. the fluid is intoxicatingly rich and warm, sliding down your throat like a heavy, golden essence that could only belong to a dhampir. he trembles beneath you, utterly consumed by the way your tongue sweeps along his major artery, siphoning every sugary drop of the rich blood he so willingly surrenders to you.
you let out a soft, gratified moan at the cloying sweetness of him; though not entirely drinking every ounce he offers. you hold some of the thick velvet syrup behind your teeth ā gathering just enough in your mouth to perform the next ritual you have in mind. pulling back just by an inch, you meet his gaze with a heavy, unblinking focus, your plush mouth stained with the red coppery-taste of his life-force.Ā
alucard blinks down at you hazily, his golden eyes blown out and dazed as he groans against your lips. when you finally press your mouth back to his, the exchange is thick, visceral, and wet; nasty and lawless, just as vampires would do.
your fangs clash against his ā a sharp clicking of ivory, as you share a desperate kiss that blends salt and iron. the rich essence slicks your tongues, and alucard greedily drinks his life-force straight back from your mouth.
alucard tilts his hips into yours with a slow, grinding force, his large frame pinning you flat against sheets of romanian silk as he slides back deep inside you.
his hands find yours against the soft bedding, his long fingers sliding between your own to intertwine and lock your palms tightly together. the direct friction of his thighs against yours generates a building heat that matches the warm syrup coating your tongues.Ā
he pulls back just an inch, his eyes glowing a fierce gold in the dim light as he gives one final, bone-deep shove that leaves you both trembling. his lips are stained a deep, beautiful red, mirroring your own.
ānever thought my wife would be so . . . thirsty,ā he muses, swiping his tongue over your lips. you can feel him smiling against them, a soft and intimate pressure.
youāre nearing closer to the edge, all from the searing taste of his blood, every sensation amplified to a fever pitch. he is also hazy from the feeding, his movements turning drawled and heavy as he rolls into you.
ācācumming,ā he huffs, grinding his pelvis down into yours one last. āmmm . . me too,ā you clasp your arms around his neck, pulling him down into a messily wet kiss as your walls pull taut around him, reaching your coiling climax with a silent scream released straight into his mouth.
he returns the intensity, fucks shallowly into your gripping cunt; spilling thick, lukewarm ribbons of his heavy load deep inside you. you both rock into each other, riding the high of it all with shut eyes, panting into each otherās mouths until the heat finally peaks. adrian lifts himself off of you to lay beside you, his strong arms coiled around your waist to pull you close against his chest.
side-by-side in the stillness of the chamber, you lay curled together on the plush bedding. the ancient castle grows still, though the heat of the moment remains between you. he drowsily blinks his heavy eyes open, his cheeks a beautiful, shaded rose that deepens into a rich crimson. his mouth is slightly agape, the lower lip stained with the bright, copper taint of his own life-force.Ā
āyou still look rather . . . parched, my love.ā his hand slides up to caress your waist, his smile widening slightly as he offers you his bare throat. his fingertips trace the wet bite marks on his neck, marveling a bit at the funny, new sensation of being on the receiving end of those punctured holes. knowing the wounds will knit together soon, he silently urges you to lean back in and get some your fill before his flesh heals over.
ācome, dragÄ mea,ā he insists, pulling you in closer by your waist until you're flush against him. bringing his thumb up, he slowly swipes it over your reddened lip, his mirthful golden eyes searching yours.Ā
sleepy mornings with Alucard. just laying in bed together, him behind you with an arm curled around your waist to draw you closer to his body. being half vampire he's not entirely freezing to the touch, but he does tend to run slightly cooler than the average person. it makes it all the more difficult to get up in the mornings when he's glued to you and soaking in the body heat you give off.
he tends to nuzzle at the nape of your neck as well, nosing along and inhaling the scent of your skin because to him that means home and safety. you're his anchor in the chaos of his life, a constant that he can rely on.
he treats you ever so gently because of that, often waking you up to the ticklish sensation of his lips pressed over the back of your shoulder, trailing feather light kisses across your skin as he tries to coax you to awareness. occasionally you'll feel the hard press of his fangs against your skin.
when you first got together, he was still rather hesitant about his more vampiric side. he knew what he was of course and knew how to use the abilities that side gave him, but never would he have even dreamed of pressing his fangs against someone's skin or teasing the points of them over someone's pulse point.
and yet with you he doesn't hesitate. he playfully flashes his teeth at you, making like he's going to bite you. he'll even go as far as to lightly nip at your nape, turning your skin pink as you finally open your eyes to blink at him blearily.
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āhello?ā you bring the phone up to your face. āhi tara!ā no response.
you grin, thinking of valkoās response during this silly prank of yours.
āthe weather is so nice isnāt it? should we go on a walk together?ā you pretend to not notice valko shuffling ever so slightly towards you on the sofa.
āwe should definitely get ice cream too! a chocolate ice cream sounds so good right now.ā you relax into the sofa.
ābaby?ā you hear a quiet voice beside you, valko lightly poking your arm.
āhi baby, iām on the phone with tara. can you give me a minute please?ā he nods, putting his head on your shoulder.
āthe new exercise machines at the park seem so fun, i really want to try them out.ā valko sits up, lightly turning your head so you can face him.
ācan i join? please, peach?ā he gives you his best puppy eyes.
āshhh, just another minute baby.ā you silence him, putting a finger on his lips.
āyou should come over to mine so we can have a nap together, perfect date.ā
ādate? peach, please can i go?ā he paws at your hair, kissing your cheek.
your heart flutters. āiām sorry, baby.ā you show him the black screen.
āso does this mean we can go on a date together?ā he asks, nuzzling his face into your neck.
āof course puppy, we can go anywhere you want together.ā
AND YKW ON TOP OF THAT INFOLD!!!!! WHY IS THERE NO CURLY HAIR OPTIONS!!!! WHY IS MY MCS PALM COLOR THE SAME AS THE REST OF HER SKIN!!! SHE'S DARK! MEANING LIGHTER PALMS! this is INSANE.
In honor of Valko <3 and semi part 2 to this post!!!šŗšŗšŗā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļø #bringbackvalko
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pairing: Valko x reader
tags/cw: fluff!!! Domestic Valko, just a lil smut at the end
an: sorry it took me so long to write again. Yesterday was ROUGH for me. I hardly slept, but this is helping me cope. I love you valkošŗā¤ļø
Using green for Valko because he's the greenest flag. The goodest boy. If you see typos no you dontā¤ļø this was rushed so I wouldn't cry again lmao.
Valko takes every chance he gets to cuddle you. He cuddles you standing up, sitting, sleeping, reading, you name it. He would always have himself pressed up against you in some way, strong arms wrapped around your waist and squeezing tighter each time you shifted.
Valko has a habit of waking up quite earlyāmuch earlier than youā and usually, he would get out of bed immediately to start his day. But now, with you here, he spends the next few hours that you're still asleep cuddling your peaceful form. Most times, it's the thumping rhythm of his tail against the mattress that wakes you, not thag you mind. You're well aware that he can't help it.
"Sorry, pup. Go back to sleep."
Valko's morning voice ran pleasant chills down your spine. Going back to sleep was the last thing on your mind.
Valko always buries his nose as far as he can into your hair. The scent of your shampoo mixed with your natural aroma always makes him feel addicted. You can feel his chest rising and falling against your back while you sit on his lap, letting him breathe you in like you're his life force.
"Smells too sweet. Like candy just for me."
When Valko can't cuddle you, (or rather when you get too warm from his body heat), he has some part of himself wrapped around you one way or another. Valko's fluffy tail wraps around your ankle or your thigh, wagging slightly against your skin as he stares up at you, waiting for your signal that he can go back to cuddling you properly.
Any position in bed that allows Valko to cuddle you while being inside you is heaven for this man. Side doggy style? Heaven. Prone bone? Heaven. He wants to cover you with himself. Valko's a big boy, but that's what you love about him. If you suddenly pull Valko closer during missionary, his head immediately falls to the crook of your neck, whining quietly at your now even stronger scent.
Valko always cuddles you afterwards too. You're both sweaty, panting, and utterly entwined. He refuses to let you go. He needs to feel you just a little bit longer. Oh yeah did I mention he really likes cockwarming? I mean, that's cuddling 2.0!
Your puppy is clingy, but you wouldn't have it any other way.
Please don't forget about this petition!!! https://www.ipetitions.com/p/bring-back-valko-as-a-love-interest-as-it-was-intended/
No because what the actual fuck was that decision?
You mean to tell me monthsāif not YEARSāof development.
ā¦and your solution was to throw the ENTIRE SIXTH LOVE INTEREST into the trash?
ARE YOU SERIOUS?
I'm not saying people shouldn't have been angry about the 731 reference. They absolutely had every right to be. Unit 731 is one of the darkest chapters in history and if that reference was made carelessly, then yes, people deserved an apology and an explanation.
But explain to me how Valko became the sacrificial lamb here.
Who exactly does this help?
The people who were hurt by the reference? They still deserve accountability.
The people who were excited for Valko? Congratulations, you just told them to go fuck themselves.
The developers who spent who knows how long creating an entirely new LI? Their work gets deleted overnight.
So what was the goal here?
Because this doesn't feel like taking responsibility. It feels like corporate damage control.
Fix the story.
Rewrite the chapter.
Delete the offending reference.
Delay the release.
Fire whoever thought using 731 and 611 was acceptable if you have to.
But deleting an ENTIRE CHARACTER because of a mistake in ONE PART OF THE GAME is such an absurd overreaction that I genuinely can't wrap my head around it.
I'm just so unbelievably disappointed. because Infold's response was somehow even worse than the original mistake.
We lost a character.
The developers lost their work.
The fandom lost something people had been excited about.
What an absolute fucking waste.
thereās just so much incompetence all around. from valkoās āhere damnā release announcement to assuming that his release would make the hundreds of legitimate complaints about the game disappear. thereās just so much naivety and arrogance and avarice into infoldās strategy that as long as theyāre producing something, everything is unicorns and rainbows, and fans will forget their concerns about the game and other characters theyāve been attached to for 2.5 years.
that theyād choose to remove valko entirely speaks to just how irate some players were, but god. i just canāt fathom it. if they were working on him for as long as they claimed, surely theyāre losing so much time and effort and money and so many resources? and what about the fans who werenāt irate and genuinely anticipated his release? theyāve pumped out all this promo and purposefully gotten players attached to him just to pull the rug out from under them. the people they were planning to siphon money from like crazy upon his release
why not continue with his release and earnestly commit to fixing the gameās other problems? why not devote equal time and resources to all love interests? why not prioritize the main story over sims 3 gameplay no offense cause it was cute? if players were concerned about him ruining their pulls, why not adjust the pulling system? every aspect of this situation had a solution. but when god created the lads leadership team he dropped their vials of competence and hoped no one would notice (we noticed.)
and last but not least iām a really hard sell on the argument that his character and story elements presented thus far were ātoo darkā becauseā¦look at the other stuff in this game
Due to the recent news of infold canceling Valko, I have created a petition to release Valko to Western Countries only. Please sign this because this is literally our only chance at saving him now. I beg you you to BE VOCAL so you can be seen. Our love for Valko matters!!!
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